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Sparing the Rod…or Not: A Wicked Daddy-Inspired Story

/ Jaye Elise / 1 Comment

Seductive MouthHello all!

A couple of weeks ago, I posted a naughty little story about one of Wicked Daddy‘s glass training rods. My dear friend WD had been feeling under the weather and I was convinced that a bit of smut was the best medicine! He’s on the mend now, so it must’ve worked, right?? 😉

But, as it turns out, one story wasn’t nearly enough to cover such a delightful, versatile set of toys. Soooo….in other words, I couldn’t stop thinking about them and just had to get this titillating tale down so I could share it with all of you!

I do hope you enjoy this one. And while it’s not intrinsically linked to the first story (nor are they the same characters), due to the shift in point of view (sub v. Dom), I think you may find it fun to read both together. 😉

Enjoy and happy reading! 🙂

When he’d placed the five rods on the bed earlier in the day, fanning them out across a towel in all their glory, his goal was to create a visual display to reinforce her submission. The narrowest of the implements, the #1, was about an inch across—not overly intimidating for his adventurous baby girl—but the largest of the set was nearly two inches wide and was guaranteed to elicit a visceral reaction from her.

He had no intention of using #5 on her—not quite yet—but its very presence during her training would keep her mindful of the limits to which he could and would stretch her. This presentation was the final mental gambit designed to bring her to her knees and to willingly offer up the dark treasure of her gorgeous ass for his use.

While he could’ve commanded her to submit to training whenever and however he wished, the delayed gratification was proving to be a strong aphrodisiac. The thought of her begging him to stretch her ass—to fill her with his cock—was a stimulus that never failed to get him hard, day after wonderfully agonizing day. And by continually denying her requests to begin her anal training in earnest, he was stoking a need in her that would pay dividends once he started her on the path.

He’d been planting ideas in her fertile mind for the past month, sinking his finger into her tight bottom as he’d fucked her mind into a place beyond temptation. Her deep seated need to be fully claimed gradually became apparent in the plaintive mewls and grunts that escaped her lips as he slowly, methodically teased and stretched her tight passage. All the while, he listened to and absorbed the chorus of her desire with rapt attention, becoming the maestro of her darkest fantasies.

Months ago, she’d come to him with mixed emotions about anal penetration, equal amounts of fear and curiosity wrestling with each other in her sharp mind. She’d been hurt before and wasn’t eager for a repeat of the painful, unprepared experience. Once bitten, twice shy, it was therefore tasked to him to divest her of her prior experiences in order to imprint himself on her body in the most fulfilling and all-consuming way possible. The undertaking was one of the most challenging and delicate he’d ever assumed.

And she was worth it.

Her time had come.

“Join me, little one. Up on the bed and present.” He called her in from the living room where he’d left her, nude and squirming, to contemplate the fate that awaited her. Ravenous anticipation hung in the air, thick and syrupy, as a barely audible squeak slipped from her trembling lips. His cock twitched, noting the momentary pause as she approached the bed, saw the tools he’d set out for her, and got into position.

Her bold bravery blended with the tiniest traces of trepidation at what was to come and he savored every delicious moment of her predicament. As a dominant, these were the moments he lived for, the ones he most cherished, the ones he stored away and recalled during moments of solitude.

As she took up position on the bed—knees spread wide apart, bottom low, and with her hands spreading her cheeks apart for his inspection—he noted goose bumps erupting across her forearms and pert ass. Despite keeping the room warm for her comfort, the central heating was no match for her nerves and it seemed as though her overactive imagination was beginning to kick into high gear. It was his cue to intervene.

“Shh. Calm now, my little one,” he purred, trailing a hand across her exposed hip and squeezing her cheek possessively. “You’re quite nervous about your training, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled into the sheets, respectful as always.

“But yet you also want this, need this, crave this, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she admitted, finally releasing the breath she’d been holding since she’d taken up position on the bed.

“Then you shall have it, little one.” He took the opportunity to grab the corner of the towel and slide the rods toward the edge of the bed, just out of her line of sight. Screwing the lid off the jar of coconut oil he’d left on the nightstand, he continued to delve into the hazy headspace he’d been cultivating.

“Does my little one think she can take the biggest rod in her tight little ass by the time I’m done with her tonight?” Although he knew his question to be rhetorical, he wanted to jolt her into the proper frame of mind, to get her beyond her fears, to reassure her that she was his most precious possession and that he would never harm her. But first, he needed her complete submission.

She didn’t keep him waiting.

“If Daddy thinks I can take it, I will take it.”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, stroking her lower back with one hand while he grabbed the #2 rod and twisted it into the oil jar. “Well, Daddy’s going to start with the smallest and then see how far we can go tonight, little one.”

It was a white lie, but one that suited his goals nicely by bolstering her resolve and eventually instilling her with a sense of pride once he revealed to her what he’d done. If he ever did.

A devilish smirk curled its way across his lips as he used the very tip of the smooth rod to swirl and melt the oil around her tight ring. “You know, funny enough, I’ve always framed this as Daddy training his baby girl’s ass,” he explained as he dipped an inch of the rod inside her and held still, “but the truth of the matter is that, at least for now, you’re going to be training your own ass to please your Daddy.”

Her body tensed with uncertainty, her taut bud clenching around the thick toy he’d teased inside her. He didn’t leave her waiting long for an explanation.

“I’m going to hold the rod in place and you’re going to fuck it for me. You’re going to fuck it as long, as hard, and as deep as you can take it. And you’re going to make your Daddy proud, aren’t you, little one?”

Even as she nodded, breathing a rasped yes, Sir and not bothering to disguise her trademark enthusiasm, she began to slide her hips backward. As her snug asshole swallowed the first few inches of the rod, a low moan escaped her lips and a single dewdrop of her arousal trailed its way down her inner thigh.

Though they were just beginning the journey together, he’d already come to the realization that his little one would learn to savor the unique pleasures of truly sublime anal play. And, if her first confident strokes were any indication of her devotion to him and his tutelage, she would never disappoint him.

Looking down at the other rods splayed out alongside his little one, he cautiously eyed #5 and wondered…wondered if he might be able to test the strength of her conviction.

The night was young. She was perfection itself. And she was all his.

Glass Rods, 1

Obeying Him: A Wicked Daddy-Inspired Story

/ Jaye Elise / 1 Comment

Glass Rods, 2Hello all!

For those of you who’ve followed my blog for a bit, you’ll have heard of my dear friend, Wicked Daddy. You may also have had an opportunity to read some of my sexy stories inspired by his amazing, naughty toys! Well, WD had a bit of a health scare over the weekend and is under doctor’s orders to take it easy and to make some time for relaxation. And, in my mind, what better way to relax than with a bit of smut, right?? 😉 *insert fiendish laugh here*

This story is slightly different than my typical writing and I’m curious to hear what you think of it. Feel free to drop me a line when you’ve got a moment.

Now, without further ado, this one’s for you, Wicked Daddy! Rest up and enjoy!

I want you to hold this for me, little one.

When he’d whispered the words in my ear just over an hour ago, it had seemed such an innocent request. And when he extended the nine-inch clear glass rod in my direction, my instinct was to reach out my hand. But my instinct was wrong…and I quickly found out exactly how wrong I was.

Now—face down, ass up on his bed—as he buries the greased rod snugly in my bottom, twisting and pumping it firmly into my most private hole, it occurs to me that Daddy isn’t entirely devoid of a sense of humor. Because not only does he want me to hold it for him, but his expectation is that I maintain control of the rod for a full hour without letting it fall to the mattress beneath me.

This is a game for him—for us­—a test of wills he will inevitably win. He always does. But, oh, how he loves to give me the illusion of having a fighting chance.

As my tight ass clenches around the rod, appreciating its weight and depth, I soon realize that each nervous twitch, each shift in position, and each errant suckle engages my internal muscles and surrenders a fraction of the smooth probe from the sheath of my body, getting ever closer to failure. And despite the sheen of perspiration cooling across my exposed back, I know that only about ten minutes have passed since we started. It’s far too soon to admit defeat, far too soon to lose this challenge.

I’d hate to disappoint Daddy.

Unfortunately, there’s no way for me to be sure how much time has gone by. Determined to deny me any comfort in this scenario, he’s removed my watch and unplugged the alarm clock. The countdown is entirely in his hands. He could keep me like this for hours, if that were his preference. The thrilled frisson of arousal from this little mindfuck forces an inch of the rod out of me. I need to relax if I have any chance of enduring this exquisite dilemma for the full hour.

Although I can’t turn around to meet his eyes, I feel his gaze caressing my backside, searing me with his intensity. Occasionally, he whispers words of encouragement, sotto voce good girls that course through my body, tightening up my core and threatening to dislodge the smooth, well-oiled glass toy he’s placed there for his pleasure.

Judging by his soft footfalls, the distance of his voice, and the clicking of his thumbnail against the ridges of a crystal tumbler, he’s poured himself a drink and has taken up position in the plush seat in the corner. Daddy is determined to enjoy the show. This is one instance in which I’m actually happy I’m pinned in place, this time by precarious predicament as opposed to the rigid restraints he typically favors. We both know that if I were able to sneak a glimpse of him, I’d inevitably see the smooth black cane perched across his thighs, my inevitable punishment for failure laid out in the starkest terms possible. The full body shudder I’d undoubtedly experience would send the rod plummeting to the mattress and the biting penance would commence.

Determined to give him the obedience he deserves, I focus on my surroundings in an attempt to relax and to will the rod to stay right where he put it. After a deep, cleansing breath, I squeeze my eyes shut, limiting my senses and eliminating any excess stimuli. With my face pressed into the bed, the fresh smell of the crisp sheets blends with the comforting scent of his single malt scotch wafting from across the room. The cool air crisscrossing my exposed flesh and pussy is a welcome reprieve from the heat emanating from my core. A soft groan and the sound of his hand brushing across the fabric of his pants tells me this little game we’re playing is making him hard. That telling insight steels my resolve and my tight little asshole clutches the rod as firmly as I can.

It is from within this complex, seductive miasma of submissive bliss and struggle that I come to the ultimate realization about Daddy. And about myself.

There are no winners or losers in this battle, only dominance and submission in their purest forms. If I last the hour, I will have obeyed Daddy’s command, made him proud, and—if he’s feeling generous—earned a soul-penetrating orgasm. However, if I allow the rod to drop, I will have disobeyed him, disappointed him, and will have earned the punishment I know he’s desperate to give me.

But either way, I have the power in this situation. Daddy has entrusted his little one to do what needs to be done—to give myself the experience I need—thereby providing him the opportunity to exert his dominance in the way my submission demands. What once seemed the illusion of choice is now the empowering knowledge that I am the only one who can balance our dynamic, the only one who holds the key to who we are when we’re at our best. And the hard, unyielding, yet comforting toy he’s buried in my ass is a tangible reminder of everything we share.

With a final sigh and a conscious disregard for the clock ticking its way toward the hour mark, I stop struggling to hold the rod. If it falls, it falls. If it stays, it stays. One way or another, I’m going to give him the submission he needs from me.

And as the glass slides its way out of my slightly stretched bottom, inch by smooth inch, and I hear the light tsk tsks from my Daddy, I can’t be bothered to hide the smile creeping its way across my lips.

Because I’m submissive. And I’m all his.

Glass Rods, 1

The Tender Bite of Submission: A Wicked Daddy-Inspired Story

/ Jaye Elise / 6 Comments

Nipple ClampsHello all!

This will be the third of my Wicked Daddy-inspired stories (feel free to check out the previous two here and here), and I feel like I’m starting to hit my stride! Of course, once you’ve had a read, I’ll let you be the judge. 😉 This week’s installment revolves around my ouchy new purchase from the Wicked Daddy Academy site—the Noir Butterfly Nipple Clamps. I wasn’t sure quite what to expect from these…and I still don’t know if I’m quite ready for them…but I’m quite excited to give them another try!

And remember, as always, if you visit Wicked Daddy’s site and decide to buy something, when you get to the Shopping Cart section, you’ll find a “Special Instructions for Seller” box. Write “JayeEliseWrites” there and you’ll receive one of Wicked Daddy Academy’s Glass Rods (#1) for FREE—he’s even covering the additional shipping for the rod! Thanks as always, WD, for your generosity!

In addition to the nipple clamps themselves, today’s story is brought to you by the near constant stream of naughty thoughts I’ve been entertaining lately on my daily commute to and from my day job. If idle hands are the Devil’s playthings, then an idle (author’s) mind is the Devil’s Disneyland…and yours truly just won the Super Bowl. 🙂

And now, for your (reading) pleasure, I give you “The Tender Bite of Submission”…enjoy! 😉 (As always, if you have any thoughts about the story, please don’t be shy about sharing!)

“You’re such a good girl for me. So attentive when it comes to your instructions.”

“Thank you, Sir. It pleases me to please you.”

“Which is part of your natural submissive beauty, my girl. Part of what makes you so special, what makes me crave you.” She listened to the breath catch in his throat as she rubbed her legs together, a feeble attempt to quell the surge of arousal threatening to trail down her inner thighs.

He’d had her prepare for “a special night out.” In Sir’s terms, this meant a snug pencil skirt across her pert, round bottom, and an even snugger button-down top encasing her heavy breasts. Smoky eyes and sultry red lips were his preferred look when it came to makeup and she had no intention of disappointing him tonight.

When she’d donned her fuck-me heels and had foregone any of the pretty lingerie she liked to wear for him, she was further coaxed into her submissive headspace. And all the while, his encouraging words swirled around her, caressing her soul and nearly bringing her to her knees before him to take him in her full, pouty lips.

But, as she’d been informed as he’d escorted her up to his glassed-in, executive office high above the city streets, that’s not what he had planned for tonight. “There will be plenty of time for you to pleasure me later, my girl, and I fully intend to make use of that beautiful mouth of yours at some point,” he winked as he tilted her chin up with the tip of his finger, “but right now, my focus is on you. Entirely on you.”

His blue eyes sparkled in the low light of the dark office, and she detected equal measures of benevolence and devilish mirth in their depths.

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to choke out, desire’s syrupy thickness reducing her voice to a mere rasp as he popped open the top button of her blouse. Her large breasts pulled the fabric apart, further straining the button below and threatening to tear it off altogether. Her nipples, lightly stroked by the soft cotton all evening, surrendered to the additional stimulation and pebbled in anticipation.

“So, I told you tonight was to be special, my good girl. And it’s a celebration of sorts. A graduation celebration.” His finger teased the next two buttons open, fully revealing her ripe, sensitive globes to the cool air.

“You’ve been doing such a good job with your nipple training.” He ran the tips of his fingers over her taut nubs, bringing the focus of the night’s entertainment into stark relief. “Working on your breathing, riding out the bite of my fingers, clothespins, and clamps until you were able to withstand the searing pleasure I wanted you to feel, and even begging me to play nice and rough with them.”

Her chest puffed with pride as his cupped her face with one hand and lightly pinched and twisted each of her nipples in turn. “Thank you, Sir, for your instruction and patience.”

“You’re most welcome, my good girl. But you may want to hold off on your gratitude until I’ve finished with you tonight.” Softly chuckling, he took her by the shoulders and turned her around, fully removing her top and tossing it on his desk. A frisson of nerves further strained her nipples, causing them to ache, but she’d yet to determine whether that ache was for his touch or for protection from his ministrations. She would soon find out.

“Lean forward, spread your legs, and place your hands against the glass for me.”

She complied with his commands, savoring the intense vulnerability and exposure he’d incited. With her breasts swaying lightly, she lifted her head and took in the incredible views across the water toward the islands beyond. Plus, with all the construction underway, they were ensconced in a veritable forest of business towers and high rises. At over 40 stories up, she was a goddess, ripe and full of promise, perched above the city.

“Almost ready, my girl,” he whispered in her ear, leveling a light swat to her skirt-clad hip before leaving her side. “I want you to be able to see yourself. And I want everyone to see what a strong, obedient girl you are.”

An ominous click announced her worst fear and she started, trembling in her high heels. He’d flicked on the lights, turning their glass cage into a mirror for the two of them while ensuring anyone looking in their direction from neighboring buildings would be guaranteed the show of a lifetime.

Anticipating her skittishness, he rested his hand along her flank before lightly massaging her back. She looked into the glass, seeing his reflection and praying he’d talk her off the ledge. Yet when she saw what he now held in his other hand, she nearly buckled.

“Shh. It’s okay. I want to show my girl off. I want everyone to watch how obedient and submissive you are to your man. I want them to wish they were in my shoes. And, most importantly, I want to give you what you need.”

Evidently, what she needed was a pair of beautiful, black, clover-style clamps. Pooling the set in his hand, he held them before her so she could get a closer look at them. Her lips parted and swelled with arousal, understanding that these represented a next step for them—a true graduation—to another level of her submission.

“And pay attention to the grips, baby,” he murmured in her ear, “They’re a little softer than what you’d normally get with this style of clamp.”

“S-so, they won’t hurt?” Her voice rose hopefully.

“Oh, make no mistake, my girl. You’re going to feel these right down to the tips of your toes. But you’ll be able to endure a little longer—and I’ll be able to push you a bit further—because of how they’re designed. And they won’t be coming off until I take them off. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned as the full weight of his dominance crashed over her and prompted her nipples to lengthen and harden in nervous anticipation of his wicked present.

“Good girl. Now, watch yourself in the window as I clamp you.”

She did as he instructed and he crouched down, taking one of her nipples between his lips and suckling lightly before poising the open clamp over it. “Remember your breathing,” he warned, releasing the clamp and sending a surge of agonizing energy—a sweet infusion of molten lead—through her tight frame. As she sucked in a rasping breath through her nose and released it out her mouth, he tended to her other nipple. “Keep breathing and stay relaxed as best you can. Enjoy this for what it is. Accept this gift from me. Make me proud, my girl.”

As she absorbed his words, he fastened the second clamp to her nipple and she released a guttural groan, attempting to get her bearings through the intense, beautiful torment to her highly trained, highly sensitive nipples.

Rising to a stand, he positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips, rubbing his covered, yet straining erection against her wetness, and keeping his eyes on hers in the reflection from the lit glass. The light chain tinkled beneath her as she trembled and came to grips with her delicious predicament. Within a matter of minutes, she’d gotten her breathing under control and was already learning to savor the unique bite of the clamps on her tender buds.

“Time to see if you can withstand some added stimulation,” he murmured from behind her as he lowered his hand to stroke her sodden, bare pussy. “We’ve played this little game before, baby. The more I touch you here,” he plunged two of his fingers into her, “the more your nipples are going to swell.”

Her eyes scrunched shut and she shrieked at the sudden intrusion and at the added tightness in her nipples. Feeling her heart beating in her most tender, punished flesh, she wasn’t sure she could withstand much more of his benevolent torment. But as she opened her eyes, meeting his and finding all the strength and love she’d ever need, she took a deep breath and resolved to make him proud, as he’d requested.

She didn’t know how long he’d keep her confined to the snug clamps—happily, the choice wasn’t hers to make—and she understood that when he removed them, she’d experience an agony unlike anything she’d known up to that point. But right now, she was on display for the whole city to see, her nipples were held captive in excruciatingly perfect bondage, and she found herself at her most submissive.

Her new clamps were an extension of his will.

And they were a gift without equal.

The Tools of Marina’s Submission: A Wicked Daddy-Inspired Story

/ Jaye Elise / 4 Comments

Plugs from WDAHello all!

For those of you who read my last Wicked Daddy-inspired story, you’ll know I’m a huge fan of his mission and that his products tend to, ahem, get the creative juices flowing. 😉 After trying out yet another of the multiple items I purchased from the Wicked Daddy Academy site—the Solid Core Heavy Metal Anal Plug Set—I had to put pen to paper and capture all the kinky goodness! I’d dabbled a bit with these kinds of toys before, but the balanced weight and attention to detail on these bad boys is next level. I mean…whoa.

Wicked Daddy has decided he likes my stories and will continue to offer a freebie to my readers as a token of his appreciation! Aren’t we the lucky ones?? If you visit his site and decide to buy something, when you get to the Shopping Cart section, you’ll find a “Special Instructions for Seller” box. Write “JayeEliseWrites” there and you’ll receive one of Wicked Daddy Academy’s Glass Rods (#1) for FREE—he’s even covering the additional shipping for the rod! Thanks as always, WD, for your generosity!

The story below was inspired by the toys themselves, and by all the folks out there who might not be able to be with the special person in their life whenever they’d like. So, whether you consider yourself a kinkster through and through, or if you simply enjoy the pleasure of having your partner feel your presence from a distance, this story is dedicated to you. 🙂

And now, for your (reading) pleasure, I give you “The Tools of Marina’s Submission”…enjoy! 😉

Plugs Pic

(Model: http://www.araxielangley.tumblr.com)

By all measures, it had been a rough week. Her car had broken down on the way to work and she’d missed a crucial meeting with the owners of the club, setting back her negotiation for a raise by weeks. Her favorite pair of heels—the ones she’d splurged on while in Milan—had been destroyed in a freak rainstorm. And the extra couple glasses of wine she’d indulged in to get through the week’s drudgery had given her a hangover worthy of a college kid on Spring Break.

Yeah, it had been a rough week.

But when she finally got home in the early dawn hours Saturday morning and grabbed her mail from the box, a curiously heavy, nondescript package awaited her. And although she didn’t recognize the return address, a knowing smile crossed her lips. She knew exactly where it had come from.

Sir.

Although she was a no-nonsense manager of Seattle’s hottest punk club in her day-to-day life, Marina found herself at her most comfortable when she could let herself go, when she could submit to his will, when she could surrender her decisions to the man who understood her better than anyone.

And he’d promised her a surprise.

She’d never met him in person and only knew him as “K”, yet for the past three months, he’d plumbed the depths of Marina’s submission and had revealed within her a seemingly endless source of strength, courage, and curiosity. They’d met online, and through a carefully crafted series of rules, text messages, e-mails, and regular phone contact, Marina had come alive under his tutelage.

The dense white box now tucked between her palms formed part of his plan for her.

Letting herself into her small, immaculate condo, she set her things on the sideboard next to the door before removing every last article of clothing she wore. It was part of the protocol he’d established for her—no clothes in the house under any circumstances. While challenging at first, Marina had grown accustomed to the feel of her skin across the various surfaces in her home. A soft, fleecy blanket to cuddle on the couch. The light constriction and crinkling of her nipples as the air conditioning kicked on. The cool granite edge of the counter top pressing against her tummy as she washed dishes. Each new sensation became a revelation for her, reinforcing K’s mastery of her body and soul.

After gathering her clothes and the box and making her way to her bedroom, she fired up her laptop to see K’s instructions for the day. As expected, only one e-mail awaited her in her personal account, and it was from him.

Welcome home, Marina, and happy Saturday. Based on our conversations from earlier this week, I’m inclined to believe you’ve been looking forward to this weekend more than you normally would. Trust me when I tell you that I have too, my good girl.  

You should have received a package today. I want you to open it, explore the contents, and call me immediately after you do.

Yours as you are Mine,

—K

Marina obeyed his orders as she always did, using a pair of nail scissors to help her slice open the tape on the box. Within the folds of pretty paper, she found three black velvety pouches, each one larger than the next. When she loosened the drawstring on the smallest pouch, a glimmer caught her eye as she deposited the heavy, bejeweled plug into her hand.

The sheer density of the pretty little toy caught her off guard. How could something so tiny, so fetching, weigh so much? And as she opened each subsequent baggie, the plugs grew in size. The last one, though not overly large, must have weighed a full pound.

Her sex and snug little rear clenched in sync with one another—the former because of the knowledge of what K intended to do with the plugs, the latter due to her relative inexperience with anal play. She bit her bottom lip as she considered the three plugs resting in her hands, gifts from the man to whom she owed a call.

Picking up the phone, she dialed her Dom as ordered, imagining him awaiting her call in his home office, bare-chested and clad only in his work slacks.

“Hello, my good girl. How do you like the present I sent?” His voice smooth and supportive, encouraging her to open herself up to him. In every sense of the words.

“Hello, Sir. I l-love them… I mean, um, they’re beautiful and I love that you think I’m ready for these.” Normally composed and confident, she secretly relished K’s ability to render her vulnerable.

“You’re ready. And, in fact, you’re going to start your plug training right now, my girl.” The breath hitched in her throat, her bottom clenching yet again. “Put the phone down, lubricate the smallest of the three, then get back on the phone so I can insert it for you.”

She followed his instructions, feeling her pussy weep in anticipation of his command of her body, and quickly snagged the phone, putting it on speaker, as she hopped back on the bed.

“I’m here, Sir. Please…please put my plug in for me.” Marina’s sotto voce plea surged from a place of longing and need she hadn’t known before meeting K. She was his to command and she obeyed implicitly.

“That’s my good girl,” he hissed through his teeth, clearly aroused at his beautiful submissive’s ready compliance. “Your hands are now my hands, Marina,” he explained. “Kneel on the bed, take the plug in my hand, spread your cheeks, and press it against your bottom hole.”

“Yes, Sir.” Imagining his deft fingers parting her rear, Marina reached around, held herself open, and nudged the heavy tip of the plug against her, the chilled metal and K’s implicit dominance eliciting a full body shudder from her.

“Now,” his voice called to her in her semi-darkened bedroom, “use light strokes to slowly stretch yourself, pumping gently, before fully seating it in that gorgeous ass of yours.”

The pure eroticism of his words emboldened her and, imagining his hands taking control of her body, she did as he commanded. After a minute or so and with a slight pinch and a low moan, her tight ring swallowed the petite, impactful plug and the jeweled end was all that remained visible, her vanity mirror providing an excellent view of her exposed bottom.

“It’s in, Sir,” she moaned, rubbing her legs together while tapping on the base of the plug with her—no, his—fingers. The weight of the toy caressed her from the inside, both unsettling and comforting her.

“What a good girl. I’m so proud of you,” he cooed, as she looked over at the opened box and eyed the other two toys remaining there. “You’re going to wear that for me the rest of the weekend—only taking it out for bathroom needs and bathing—then it goes straight back in. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Once we see how you’ve adapted, I’ll decide how long you’ll be wearing it during the week.” She couldn’t stifle the low moan from deep in her chest as she considered and clenched around the delectable toy now tucked safely inside her. “And make no mistake, Marina. These plugs aren’t training your ass to take me. I’ve got other tools at my disposal for that,” he chuckled softly. “No, these plugs are to remind you of who owns that ass, of who you submit to, of the nature of our relationship.”

Marina wished she could find the words to thank him for his dedication, for his devoted attention to her and her submission, but she was still working on accommodating the plug, suckling on it with her tight rim and exploring the sensations and emotions coursing through her.

Weighty, yet floating. Pleasantly full. Aroused. Clit pulsing. Submissive.

“And each week, I’m going to fit you with the next size, until you’re able to withstand days on end with that solid pound of plug inside you.”

“But…” Marina was unable to silence herself before the beginning of a rebuke surfaced.

“But what, Marina?” His voice carried an edge to it. A patient edge, but an edge nonetheless.

“Sorry, Sir…it’s just…it’s just I don’t know if I’ll be able to get the large plug in by myself.” She couldn’t keep the note of defeat out of her voice, but he expected honesty from her in all things. And this situation was no exception.

“Mhm,” he murmured, “I understand your concerns, and had some thoughts about that. So, I’ve got a flight to Seattle reserved for two weeks from now. If you can be my good girl and wear your plugs for me as I’ve instructed, how would you feel if I were to come out and put in the large one for you?”

In the tenure of their time together, and with her snug little passage clutching the tangible reminder of his dominance, Marina couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt more like his. And those were the best words she’d ever heard from his lips.

“It sounds wonderful, Sir,” she whispered, a tear welling in the corner of her eye. “And I’ll be your good girl.”

“I know you will, baby. Now and always. I’ll see you in two weeks…”

A Little Inspiration…and Some FREE Naughtiness for You!

/ Jaye Elise / 6 Comments

Sexy Couple in Bed

I don’t often write about my writing process. Hell, I barely write about myself at all! Well, in the interest of turning over a new leaf as we draw ever nearer to 2018, I thought I’d talk a bit about inspiration—both what inspires me and also (hopefully) providing you with a bit of inspiration as well! 😉

Not long ago, I came across a new site in the kink world (and Seattle-based, no less!)—Wicked Daddy Academy—and took a look at some of their, ahem, unique toys. I may or may not have purchased a few (read: a shitload of) items. Purely for research purposes, I’m sure you understand… My first go-around (so to speak) with Wicked Daddy’s signature corkscrew made me a believer, and lo, the heavenly gates of inspiration opened up. *insert sophomoric euphemism about a screaming, sheet-twisting climax here* Well, I wrote a short story inspired by the toy and shared it with the creator to thank him and his team for a wholly new experience.

Wicked Daddy liked the story so much (see below), he’s shared it on his blog AND he’s offering a killer freebie to my readers as a token of his appreciation! Woohoo! If you visit his site and decide to buy something, when you get to the Shopping Cart section, you’ll find a “Special Instructions for Seller” box. Write “JayeEliseWrites” there and you’ll receive one of Wicked Daddy Academy’s Glass Rods (#1) for FREE—he’s even covering the additional shipping for the rod! Thanks, WD, for your generosity!

And for the inspiration… 😉

Cobalt Corkscrew“And have you been a good girl for your Daddy this week, baby girl?”

Lying back on the bed and completely nude, her head propped up on a pillow and legs splayed wide for the fully clothed man beside her, she wasted no time in responding.

“I’ve been so good, Daddy. No sassing, no whining, and most importantly, no coming. Just how Daddy likes it when we can’t be together during the week.” Each time they reunited, she looked forward to the ritual of reestablishing the dynamic between them. A perfect exchange of dominance and submission. A beautiful ceding of control to the man who was her everything.

“That’s what I love to hear, baby. What a good girl,” he praised her as he ran the back of his hand along her cheekbone and chin before dipping lower and twisting her nipple in a playful, lightly painful tease. “You know Daddy wishes he could be here with you all day, every day, but when he can’t, it makes him so happy knowing his baby girl is obeying his rules.” With his other hand, he slid a finger into her wetness before bringing it to his mouth and savoring her essence.

“And since you’ve been on your best behavior, I think it’s time to try something new with you. Something I’ve been holding on to for when you’ve been really good.” His grip tightened on her tender nipple and she winced as she inhaled sharply. “And I think the moment has come for you to get a nice little treat.”

It wasn’t a question, and she knew he didn’t expect a response, but it didn’t stop her from murmuring a quick thank you, Daddy. Releasing her nipple from between his fingers, he stood up and crossed the room to grab something from his dresser drawer. And when he returned to the bed, staring down at her with a look of frank, approving desire, she reveled in the need she saw in his eyes. So distracted by the dominance and possession in his gaze, at first she failed to notice the unfamiliar implement in his hand.

But when he held it out before her, inviting her to examine it, the sight of the new toy prompted her to close her legs. She didn’t know yet whether it was a protective or lascivious gesture, but knowing her Daddy, she had every suspicion it was the latter.

“Ah ah. You know the rules. Keep those legs open and that pussy accessible for your Daddy.” She spread her legs obediently, a warm flush creeping across her cheeks and chest.

The toy he held in his hand looked like some other glass toys they’d played with before. But yet so completely different. While most of the glass dildos he’d used on her were smooth, studded, or occasionally ridged, this particular toy was a perfectly smooth, deep blue corkscrew. A drill bit designed to tap into the core of her pleasure and release the wanton submissive within. A precision tool with one purpose and one purpose alone: to elicit pure sensation. And when wielded by a skilled craftsman such as her Daddy, she knew she was about to experience something truly sublime.

“Now, given that you’ve been such a good girl this week, and knowing how much my little girl doesn’t like her cold glass punishments—” she shuddered, a frisson of dread coursing through her, remembering the last time he’d used a refrigerated glass dildo in her ass, “—Daddy’s going to warm up your new toy before he uses it.”

Rubbing it between his hands, the corkscrew rose and fell between his deft palms, the solid glass clicking against the thick ring he always wore on his middle finger. “Now, let’s see what this magic wand can do, hm? I’m going to use that gorgeous pussy of yours today, baby, but someday I’ll be claiming your ass with this, too, so prepare yourself.” He winked at her, an eager smile setting up shop on his handsome face. “Hold yourself open for Daddy.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her hands sliding down her trembling belly toward her slick, bare folds. Using her long, perfectly manicured fingers, she spread her lips wide open for his inspection and to provide him access to her needy pussy.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, occupying the space between her legs. “Here we go, baby girl.” He ran the cool tip of the toy along the length of her slit, collecting the wetness that he’d already coaxed to the surface. Even just brushing against her swollen labia, she enjoyed the solid weight of the toy. But it wasn’t until he teased the first inch inside her that she truly understood how different the thick corkscrew was from anything she’d ever experienced.

“I’m going to twist a few times and then, while you’re getting used to it, I want you to use your muscles to grip it, baby.”

With a mumbled yes, Sir and her fingers vibrating against her needy sex, she watched him screw the toy into her as a wholly new sensation flooded her pussy. Even had he not ordered her to squeeze the phallus, her over-stimulated vagina would’ve done so anyway. While her conscious mind knew there were only a couple of thick ridges embedded in her, it felt as if they’d multiplied exponentially the moment he’d penetrated her.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed and encouraged her, “Another couple twists and a break for you to assimilate.” He sank the corkscrew ever deeper and an unrestrained moan escaped her lips. Her back arched off the bed, seeking as much contact with the new toy as her Daddy would permit. A fresh wave of her essence surged from her pussy and her wetness was now audible as she clenched around the toy, her Daddy lightly pumping it into her. Although she normally needed some clit stimulation to come, she was beginning to suspect that this unique implement—in Daddy’s skilled hands—was more than capable of nudging her over the edge.

“Getting close, little one? Like the feel of those ridges, do you?”

Given that she hadn’t stopped moaning since he’d slid it into her and she could barely hold herself still, his questions were more than a bit rhetorical, but she answered them nonetheless.

“Mmhmmm, Daddy…so good…so, so good…” she whimpered.

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Now, you’re going to get one last hard push and then I want you to come for me.”

“Y-yes, Sir. P-please, Sir,” she stammered, not caring how desperate her voice sounded to his ears. And judging by the solid outline of his cock in his jeans, he loved hearing her pleas.

With a couple final twists and his palm pressed to the base of the toy, he sunk all six and half inches of the ridged glass into her pussy, fucking her senseless. The pressure against her cervix combined with the thick blades stroking her G-spot combined to sucker punch her with one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had.

But as she screamed out her release, Daddy surprised her yet again with another feature of the new toy. Instead of unscrewing it from her clenched wetness, he drew the corkscrew straight out during her climax, triggering her to squirt and soaking the towel he’d so cleverly laid out beneath her before their play session.

Silly with blissful satisfaction and exhausted after her powerful release, she let go of her pussy lips and covered her smiling eyes with her forearm. “What did you just do to me, Daddy?” she giggled sleepily.

“Well, if you’re not sure, baby girl, I guess that means I need to do it again, hm?” Her eyes shot open and registered the devilish smirk on his face before a fresh surge of lust pumped through her veins.

“Now, open yourself up again for me, and let’s find out what this thing can really do…”