"Dear Diary" Chapter Two Dedication: For Johnny, my muscular Muse, friend, and inspiration. Dedication: For Rob, a kind listener who gives the best sort of feedback. by jacob562026@gmail.com (responses welcome)
Chris stepped into the foyer.
I locked the door.
Smiling, he pulled on his shirt, stood, arms crossed .
I shot Chris a look.
He nodded.
I took a breath, hesitated, slid out of my clothes.
I'd been naked around people before, but this was different.
He faced me, umoving.
I could feel his gaze roving, examining my round belly, cock, hanging balls.
I shifted uneasily, cheeks reddening.
Now soft, I used to be fit.
It was uncomfortable, being studied so intently.
It was exciting, too.
Chris was younger and a thousand times in better shape than me.
As his eyes caressed my nakedness, I felt powerless, vulnerable; scared, intoxicated, light headed.
Chris, voice firm, eyes piercing. Ready?
I swallowed.
I nodded.
Good. Turn. Put your hands against the wall.
Eyebrows raised, hands moved against the wall.
Spread your legs, like you you would if you were being arrested.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?
You got a nice round ass, Chris commented. Stick it out.
I leaned forward, pushed my ass backwards and up.
Good, Chris said.
He leaned over, studying my bare ass.
Catching me looking, he winked.
I got plans for you, he smiled.
I gulped.
Our eye locked, he reached, cool hand landing against my inner left knee.
Oooh, I heard myself moan quietly.
The fingers stopped, resting against my knee.
One rule I have for you, Chris told me, is that I want you to show me.
I want you to show me when you like it.
I want you to squirm.
I want you to moan.
Do you understand?
I held his gaze, butterflies dancing across my tummy, inside my belly.
I nodded.
Good, he said.
The hand stayed against my inner knee.
My head felt fuzzy at the touch, and I poked my ass back a little more.
I also want you to show me if you don't like it.
I want you to squirm.
I want you to groan.
Do you understand?
I blinked, nodded, keeping my eyes on his.
Good.
Last thing - if you want us to stop, if it's too much or too crazy, say, red light.
Now, I think you'll be fine, but if you say red light, we'll pause, take stock, regroup.
How does that sound?
Sounds perfect, I replied, voice quiet, sincere.
Excellent, he pronounced.
Chris's hand was in motion, sliding up my inner thigh.
Oh, I couldn't help saying, fingers where my leg met my torso, fingers against my balls, balls spilling over the fingers.
Gah, I said, pushing my ass backward, shifting my balls against the hand.
As if in response, the fingers wiggled against my balls.
Ack, I said, hips shifting side to side, me dancing my balls over the wiggling fingers, fingers shooting sensual sparks into my balls and into my belly.
That's it, Chris said, as I trembled with pleasure against his fondling fingers, my cock stirring, fingers tickling my perineum and cupping, wiggling my balls, tickling, caressing.
Ooooooohhhhhh my, I said.
Exquisite, I thought, having trouble thinking, struggling to keep my hands against the wall, ecstasy emanating from sensual fingers.
You like? Chris asked.
Oh, God, I gasped, balls tingling, cock aching.
I didn't realize my eyes were closed until I opened them.
Licking my lips, I saw a phone selfie screen, capturing my face, my naked belly, fingers teasing and pleasing my balls and undercarriage.
Oh God, I said to Chris's phone.
I was so taken, it took me a moment to realize, Oh God, he'd just snapped a photo, maybe video, perhaps both.
Then -
Nothing.
The fingers driving me sweetly insane - making me tremble and shake and moan?
Gone.
The phone?
Gone.
I looked back, saw Chris sitting onto the couch.
Come, now, he ordered.
Mind trying to catch up to reality, I scampered toward him.
Lap, he pointed.
Huh? I thought for a moment.
His eyes narrowed, and I breathed deep, lay across his jeans.
Ass forward, he said.
I adjusted myself, cock and balls across his lap, ass a few inches forward.
He nodded, approvingly.
Ass up.
I shifted again, awkward across him, elevating my bare bottom.
What is this? I wondered.
I didn't have to wait long.
Smack, went Chris's hand against butt cheek.
Ah, I tensed.
Smack, went Chris's hand against my other butt cheek.
Oh, I said.
The smacks were not full force, more of a forceful slap, but they stung nonetheless.
Smack, again.
Smack.
He paused.
You okay?
I nodded.
Can you hang? he asked.
I nodded again, determined. I could take it. How bad could it be?
Good, he approved.
Smack.
Smack.
Oh fuck, I felt myself squirm.
I'd spanked my kids, I'd been spanked as a kid, but oh shit, this was no joke.
Smack.
Smack.
Fuck, I said, trying to squirm away.
Chris wouldn't let me.
Smack.
Smack.
I glanced up, and he was smiling.
Fuck, I said to him. Shit.
Smack.
Hey, I twisted sideways, arm covering my ass cheeks.
Chris calmly pulled me back into position, then secured my arm so I could no longer shield my ass or block his spanks.
Oh God, I struggled.
Smack.
Smack.
Fuck, I tried to get free.
Chris held me fast.
Goddamnit, I yelled.
Chris's hand swatted my ass, and I arched my back.
Holy Fuck, please, please stop, I begged, warm tears starting.
Smack.
Smack.
Oh Jesus, I groaned, cock and balls and belly writhing against Chris's jeans.
My body was afire. Butterflies danced in my belly, balls were still tingling, cock aching, butt cheeks hot, burning. I didn't know if I wanted to cum or to sob.
After a moment, I realized, Chris was no longer spanking me.
He was studying me, hand resting lightly against my rosy bottom, other hand slowly releasing my hand. It dawned on me to make my escape, to fight, slip out of his grasp, get away.
And yet, I knew, it would be fruitless. I was in his power, naked across his lap, the only one naked. Where would I go? What would I do?
Me escaping assumed I could overpower this guy, to out-physical Chris.
But, he was built like a real life fucking Avenger, like a cross between Captain America and Thor. I may be softer, but I still had some muscle. Even so, I was no match for Chris.
Head spinning, I felt so vulnerable, so in his power, it was intoxicating.
I also had to admit, I was loving it, too - almost euphoric. HIs power, his attention, his control, his strength. He was flowing over me, overwhelming me, like a water fall, like a river. I wanted it. I needed it. To be in his power, captivated, owned, controlled.
I looked into his eyes, and when I did so, Chris gently caressed my warm ass.
Who's in charge? he asked, quietly.
You. I said, softly.
Right, he said with a smile.
And, who am I? he continued.
Uh, I began, then stopped.
Chris? I said, tentatively.
Yes, that's true, he replied matter of factly.
Then, Chris added, eyes alight -
Your Master.
End of "Dear Diary" Chapter Two
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