Tell me what you want

I was on the verge of quitting yesterday. Right there on the edge, thinking I had done all I could do, that I'd lost my edge, that there was no more point to it. Hopefully, that was just depression and me beating myself up a little bit.

I'm not quitting.

And I have two reasons. First off, there were some very kind things said to me, mostly privately, from people who like what I do, people who urged/begged me not to call it quits. Secondly, and as importantly, I also got a request. A real, legitimate request.

So today's story is an answer to that request. Hopefully, it's a step back onto the right track, a refocusing of the purpose of this whole blog. And hopefully, it's sexy as hell.

Tell me what you want

          Alexis pulls against the ropes, awkwardly shifting her body around. The rope doesn’t restrict movement, not really. Wrapped around her forearms and calves like shackles, the ropes tie off somewhere above her, leaving her hanging like a marionette. The padded silk over her eyes makes them as ineffective as her movements.

         “I know what you want,” he says. She can’t quite pinpoint his voice, but it makes her smile just knowing that he’s close. “And you don’t want to get free. Do you?”

          Alexis shakes her head.

          “No,” he says. “You don’t want to be let down. You’re all tied up, gorgeous and vulnerable. Why don’t you tell me what you want?”

          “I want you,” she says.

          His hand taps against her ass. Not hard enough to be considered a slap, certainly nothing close to a spanking. Just enough to feel the pressure of his hand. “Oh, I think it’s more than that,” he says. “Tell me what you want.”

          “I want to get fucked,” she says.

          He taps again, a little bit harder. Still not enough to qualify as pain.

          “Is that all? You just want me fuck you? That’s not worth tying you up like this.” Alexis feels her face flush and burn with humiliation. His hand hits again, a bit harder. Starting to count as a slap, but not enough. Not nearly enough. “Tell me what you want.”

          “I want you to fuck me hard,” she says. “Fuck me in any hole. In all holes.” She shifts, twisting a little until her legs spread out as if they were pulled apart.

          “You want me to fuck you in all of your holes?” he sounds slightly interested. The hit against her ass is definitely a slap. A spank. Just one, though. “So you want me to start by fucking your face for a little while. Then, once your spit has lubed me up a bit, you want me to pound away at your pussy. But before I cum, you want me to move and fuck you in the ass. Is that right?”

          Alexis bites her lip and nods. Then, realizing he might not be looking at her, she says “Yes. Please. That’s what I want.”

          He spanks her again. Harder still, but again just the one time. “Sounds a bit tedious,” he says. “For me, I mean. You just get to hang there, but I have to move from hole to hole.” He sighs. “So much work. So much effort.” He spanks her again. “Hardly seems worth it.”

          She wriggles around, frustrated that she can move around so much but can’t seem to get anywhere. She blushes again when he laughs at her.

          “You want me to do all the work?” He asks.

          “No,” she says. “I’m not worth it.”

          He laughs. “Oh, I agree with you there.” He gives her two slaps, spanking both of her ass cheeks one right after the other. She stifles a gasp and tries to hide the little moan that slips out. “Tell me what you want.”

          “I want to get fucked.” She’s almost shouting now, thrashing about for a second. “Three holes. I want to be fucked.”

          “But I don’t want to do that,” he says. “Like you said, you’re not worth me doing all that work myself.” He spanks her again, harder now. She can feel the print of his palm on her bare skin, as if he’s still caressing her. “Tell me what you want.”

          “I want to get fucked. Three holes. Three cocks!”

          He laughs again. Spanks her, hard, three times. Alexis imagines she can feel the swirls of his fingerprints on her burning skin. “Well, aren’t you the cock hungry little slut?” he asks. “Three cocks all at the same time?” He lets out a soft whistle. “That’s a tall order. It would take some pretty serious acrobatics, don’t you think?”

          She wriggles a bit, swiveling around until she’s pretty sure that she’s hanging parallel to the floor. She spreads her legs again, trying to display both holes at the same time.

          “I suppose that might help,” he says. “But the thought of it. Three men fucking you at the same time. Doesn’t that make you feel cheap?”

          “Please,” she says.

          “But having three men fuck you, with you hanging there blindfolded; it just seems so degrading. You wouldn’t know who was fucking you in which hole. And if we switched, you’d have no idea which cock was going into your mouth. Would you really want to suck a cock that had been fucking you in the ass? Is that what you want?” He spanked her four times, twice on each cheek, then softly rubbed her skin. The gentle rub of his calloused palm felt like sandpaper raking across the burning flesh. “Tell me what you want.”

          “I want to get used,” she says. “All holes. I don’t care if you switch. I don’t care what you do. I just want to get used.”

          “You want to be used. Even though you’d be used like a cheap piece of garbage? Like a gutter slut, a trashy whore? Like a living condom, to be used, filled with cum, and thrown away. Is that what you want?” His voice was gentle, the words slipping into her head, coiling around the brain stem, making her groan at the sound of them. She didn’t need him to spank her again. Alexis only needed one thing. Well, three things.

          She bit her lip and let out a soft moan. He curled his fingers, dragging short nails along her back, then sliding his hand into her hair. He gave it a gentle tug, pulling out a louder moan. “Yes!” she said. “That’s what I want.”

          “Tell me what you want.”

          “To be used,” she said. “To be a fuck toy.”

          “Fuck toy?” he laughs at that. Rubs his fingers over her scalp, giving her a little massage before yanking her hair hard enough to feel like her scalp is being torn off. “I never said fuck toy. That’s all you. But that’s what you want, is it? That’s what you crave?”

          “God yes,” she says, moaning again when he lets go of her hair and starts moving back down her body. “I want to be used. I want you to fuck me like a toy, to use me like a condom. Fuck me, please.”

          He makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl.

          Alexis smiles. “Fuck me,” she says. “Use me for your pleasure. Take your time, do what you like. Your pleasure, your enjoyment. Use me however you want.” Her voice goes silky, knowing she is having the same effect on him that he has on her. “Let my tongue trace along the veins of your cock. Let my lips wrap around the head. Fuck the back of my throat. Pound away at my pussy, slurping inside me and impaling me on your shaft. Slam your way up my ass, take me and make me your dirty bitch.”

         His growling groan gets a bit louder, then he lets out a slow but shuddering breath. “And that’s what you want?”

         “Yes.” She moans out the word, struggling against the rope, trying to find some way to make herself more open, more available.

         “Tell me what you want.”

         “I want to be yours.”

         “Be my what?”

         “Fuck toy.”

         “Say it.” His voice is raw with need. “Tell me what you want.”

         “I want to be your fuck toy,” she says.

         “Good.”