Roll With It?

“French Vanilla Cappuccino, Mistress.”  Dom set the frothy cup before his friend and at one time mentee, before sitting across from her and sipping his own black coffee.

“Ah Dom, you know me well, thank you.”

She sipped the brew as she did all things, with firm intent and a touch of sex.  When they’d first started she’d had some idea that she needed to submit to a strong man.  He’d known differently.  Penelope was no submissive, she was a Domme through and through. 

Except for that small piece…

“How’s Burgess these days?”  He raised an eyebrow knowing she would understand what answer he was looking for.

“He’s wonderful, Dom.  And yes, he’s still on his dominant kick.”

Another sip of coffee and a deep breath later told Dom nearly everything he needed to know about the distress Penelope had been feeling since her lovers return.  “But…”

“How do you always know there’s a ‘but’?”

No words were necessary between them at this point, just a look.  He knew she would open up to him once she prepared herself.

“Yes, there is a ‘but.’  I’m worried… I’m scared our connection has been broken.”

“In what way, poppet?”  Dom purposely used the endearment he’d given her back when he’d trained her.  Reminding her that she was safe with him, always.

“I’m a Domme, Dom.  We’re struggling for the top position and, I’m afraid, Daniel will be the one to suffer.”

“When you play is Daniel the only one submitting?”

Her silence spoke volumes inside their private booth at the soon to be opened club, Haven.

“Poppet?”

She sighed before speaking.  “No, I submit as well.”

“And do you hate it?”

Fidgeting as she was it wouldn’t take the fully trained Dominant he was to read the truth.

“No, I don’t.  But Dom, how long can it continue, really?”

“Penelope, there are two people in your life that your body begs to submit to, me and more importantly, Burgess.”

“What?! N…I mean, what?”

“Can you deny it?”

“This is ridiculous, Dom. Please stop.”

“That was not an answer, poppet.” Dom smoothed his tie and watched her eyes follow his hand, from his chest down to almost his crotch. “Let me ask you this,” he said, slipping into his lower register, dominant voice. “If I told you to kneel, right here, and take me into your mouth.  What would you do?”

##

Penny’s mouth watered and she nearly went to her knees, right there in her new club.  Two things stopped her, first, was Dom’s hand on her wrist.  He wouldn’t make her do that as this was a discussion between friends, confidants, not a session.  The other thought was that the first time she knelt inside her club it would be for Burgess. 

“Well, poppet?”

“I get your point.  No, I can’t deny needing to submit to Burgess, but it confuses the Domme inside of me.”

“Talk to him.  You might be surprised to find he’s as confused as you are, then roll with it, Penelope.”

“Roll with it? Really, Dom, that’s your advice.”  Penny sat back in her chair and huffed at the laughably simple answer.

“Trust me, Penelope, rolling with it is not as easy as it sounds.  To truly ‘accept what is or roll with anything’ you need an inner strength of steel.”
Penny looked at her indigo penguino as he stepped into the bar.  Dom was right, but did she have the strength she needed to change the dynamic of her relationship with Burgess for good?
~~~

So Mistress P surprised me with some new insight into herself today and I'm passing it along to you.

Have a great weekend!

Serena

Trust Me...

Penelope walked along the front of the room, her fingers slid, first, along the smooth wood of the massive cross, remembering a naked Burgess and the first time she tied him to it…

“So, let me get this sorted, you intend to tie me to this cross – naked – then whip me bum?” the look on his face was one of interest.

“No, my blue-haired penguino, I’m going to cuff you to the cross, with the softest leather cuffs.  Then I’m going to flog you first, and follow it up with a crop that will make your ass tingle in the nicest of ways.”

“No whip then?”

“Nope, you’re not yet ready for the bull whip.”

That was a good day.  She’d reddened his ass well with the short diamond-shaped crop, then kissed it all better before allowing Burgess to bring her to orgasm…orally.  A few days later, he’d returned the favor by bending her over the spanking bench and introducing his palm to her cheeks…

“What are we doing back here, Burgess? It’s too soon to have another go at your ass…”

“We’re not here for me Pen, this time, it’s your bum that’ll glow a rosy hue.”  He lifted an eyebrow and patted the bench, waiting for me to assume the position.

“And what makes you think your Domme will allow such a thing?”

“This is not a Dom speaking to her sub, Penelope.  This is two switches speaking to each other.” 

He’d surprised her that day, so early in their relationship, with his knowledge of her deepest secret.  She loved being a Domme, but for him, she longed to submit, as well. 

“Is everything the way you want it, Penelope?”

Surprised by the quiet question, Penelope turned to greet her friend.  “Yes, Dante, thank you.  Everything looks perfect for the gathering.”

“Very good.  And I think you’ll find, Edina is immensely skilled at her art.”

“Yes, there are whispers around town that she brings much success to her ‘customers’.  My hope is that she’ll open up and tell the other Doms of this town her true agenda.”

“Is that really necessary?”

Penelope looked over at Dante, “yes, it really is.  Dom’s and Domme’s support on another in this town and we want to support her too.  First though, she needs to be honest with us.”

“Agreed.  I’ll leave you to it then.”

As he turned to leave, Penelope fought her urge to demand answers, but one slipped out.  “Is he safe, Dante?  Really and truly safe?”

Without turning Dante said, “As safe as he can be, Penny, and he’ll be home soon.”

As he stepped from the room, Penelope sank to the base of the spanking bench and softly wept.  She believed Dante, for he’d never lied to her.  Burgess would return.  Until that time she would hold tight to the words he’d whispered in her ear as he’d laid her over the bench…

“Trust me with your secret, my sweet submissive, and we shall forever be one…”

~~~

Just a short bit from me today.  May you forever trust and be one with your love.

Serena

Top to Bottom - Bottom to Top

Penelope sat on the side of the bed in her dungeon away from home at Dante’s pleasure club, stretching her cramped legs and rubbing her upper arms.  Her sweet submissive Daniel lay panting next to her. 

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he said, eyes focused downward towards the mussed up bed.  “Please let me try again.  I-I know I can do better.”

“Ah, my sweet apẻritif, you did just fine.  No apologies.”  She slid the hair off his forehead and kissed it gently. 

He did try, bless his soft minky heart.  Daniel satisfied her Domme needs very well, but for her physical needs, well he could never quite get her there.  It was why the triad with Burgess worked so perfectly.  Her blue penguino could take her to the edge with nothing more than a look and send her over with the slightest of touches.  Many times he topped her from the bottom which she’d surprisingly found to be a great turn on.  The problem was, Burgess was the only one who’d ever been able to do that for her.

“Is it time to talk to Dom?”  Daniel whispered.

Penelope sighed.  Her sweet submissive knew her very well, after these months together.  Dom had been her mentor and the only other man to make her come.  Where Burgess came at her from the bottom, Dom was all on top.  He was powerful enough to top from the top.  She went to him when the need grew too great to get past.

She lifted Daniels chin and forced him to look her in the eyes.  “It might be, sweet.  But first we have an invite to deliver.”  Penelope grabbed the leash she kept for her submissive and clicked it on his collar.  “For this delivery, I want you on your hands and knees.  Head up and the invitation to be held between your lips.  I do not want it wet, or even damp.  If it is, you will be punished.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She was giving him a task he was sure to fail.  No one could hold something in their mouth without getting it a little damp, but Daniel wanted to be punished for not giving her a release and she would not punish him for her issues.  This would be their happy medium.

Penelope guided him to the floor and placed the deep red envelope containing Edina’s invite to the special session of dom and domme’s to be held in her honor, in his mouth.

“Would you like your tail, my apẻritif?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled over the envelope.

Penelope went to the toy chest and pulled out the mink tail she’d had specially made from some of his soft fur.  It was long and attached to a fairly thick plug.  It made Daniel happy to wear it when he was required to be in his human form.

“Head down, ass up, sweet.”  Penelope smiled at the sight he made, ready to receive.  She drizzled lube around his rosette and added it to the plug as well.  She pressed the toy into his ass and let the tail hang between his legs.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome, Daniel,” she said, washing the lube off her hands.  That part of her which needed to take care of her submissive mink was smiling.  “Come, sweet.  Let’s go visit the new Domme in town.” 

~~~

So Mistress P and Mz. Muse have been talking.  They seem to be cooking something up in my head...without my permission.  What lovely bitches.  I hope this means they are ready to let me tell Mistress P and Burgess' story once school is out for the summer!

Have a sexy day, y'all
Serena

The Perfect Valentine...

Penelope was in a mood—and she knew it.  The only songs she wanted to listen too were ones with Blue in the title, not much of a strain to figure that one out.  Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day and she wanted her indigo penquino back. 

She wasn’t the only one suffering either.  Daniel had buried himself in the back corner of the closet in his mink form and sulked for the last few days.  She’d tried coaxing him out and back to human with the promise of food, drink and sex. Nothing worked.  She finally gave up and picked up some special blend ferret/mink food and a soft toy for him to cuddle.  Daniel would reemerge when he was ready…but would Burgess?

“Penny?”

“Taggert?”

“It’s Nick,” the alpha wolf holding the sweetest little duo growled.

“Yes, well it’s Penelope, but you never seem to get that right so turnabout and all that,” she snarked, rising from her seat.  “Now give me one of those baby’s and sit close with the other.  Auntie P has some snuggle time to make up for.”

Nick disengaged Cooper from the duel chest carrier the male had been wearing since the birth of his twins and handed him to Penelope.  She tuck the pup close and sniffed his sweet head.  Baby, wolf and love invaded her senses and squeezed her heart.  She wanted this, the tight fisted feel surrounding her uterus—supplemental proof, she wanted this.

“Penelope, don’t cry, please.  Talk to me.”  Nick touched her hand where she held his child.
She hadn’t even realized the tears had started again.  Bad enough she was leaking, now she was doing it in front of her boss.  “Sorry, ignore me.  I’m having a tough time this week.”

“Yeah, I’ve missed your blue-haired, better-half as well.  Dante keeps shrugging me off when I ask about him, but you know Dante.  That means he’s still safe.  If he wasn’t D would have pull us together to go in and save his ass.”

“I know,” she sighed, “but when will he be free to come home.  Gah, Nick, Burgess fell into my life so quickly and firmly, then was taken away just the same manner.  He’s mine though and I want him back.”

“It’ll happen.”  Nick reached into the diaper bag he’d set on the other end of the couch.  “Until then, maybe this will help.” 

They traded, baby for delicately wrapped box and she was overwhelmed by the smell of her penguin.

“Oh my. Where did you get this?” she asked, holding tight to her treasure.

“Reetha.  Please don’t ask, I don’t know how she fits into this, but she does.  Figuring it all out has moved to the top of my to-do list,” he growled.  “Open it up…unless you’d like us to leave first.”

“No, don’t leave, please.  I’m not done with your babies.”  Penelope tore off the wrapping paper and lifted the box’s lid.  Inside, nestled on a puff of cotton, rested a blue stone that matched her penguins hair to perfection.  “Oh…”

“Good oh, or bad?” Nick asked.

“Good.  Very, very good,” she sniffed, pulling the gem from the box and showing it to Nick.  She knew where this belonged, where Burgess would want it, without even reading the short note tucked into the top of the box.

“Nice.  Quite pretty and the perfect color for you.”

She smiled, slipping the stone back in the box and setting it on the table.  She reached for a baby and looked forward to reading the note.

##

After Nick and the babies left, Penelope took the note, the box and the second box Nick brought, into the bedroom.  She climbed into bed, opened the small slip of paper and read.
Mistress P -- Such a small piece of paper for the wealth of things I need to say to you. I’m safe, I’m close and I love you so.  I’m working my way back to you as fast as I can. Please keep the gem, and me close to your heart. -- All my love, B

Penelope smiled and cried, then smiled again. That note was indeed the best Valentine’s gift she’d ever received.  She’d cherish it forever. They may not be together, but still they loved.  She would pray to the great phoenix for his prompt return. 

She looked at the other gift on her dresser, the one to Daniel.  She’d give it to him tomorrow, on Valentine’s Day and hope, that along with her gift to him it was enough to bring the sweet mink back from his self-imposed prison. 

Sleep came easier as Burgess’ words cocooned her soul…I’m safe, I’m close and I love you so.
~~~

 Ah, Mistress P and her Burgess.  That lovely penguin needs to return home soon...  If only I had time to write their story.

Have a wonderful Valentine weekend everyone, and may you all receive a perfect love note of your own.

Serena

A Plan Goes Sideways...

A sexy start to the day!

Burgess came to—suddenly—and in fight mode. He tugged hard against the chains holding him to the table, but couldn’t move. Memories of last night were etched into his brain—pain, waste, and fear. 

He’d started the night at a cave rave three towns over where his job was to protect the boss’ lackey while the human filth dispensed Tranq like it was a fucking treat ¬¬ injectable candy. Four dead shifter teens was the result, teens not from Talbot’s Peak, but if they had been then maybe, just maybe, they’d still be alive.

With a sharp tug he once again tried to break the chains, giving up only when the door opened bringing in his partner on this job, and friend, Rafe, followed by their boss Mr. Crunkelton. “Let me out of these.” He shook the shackles.

“Now, now, Burgess,” Mr. C oozed, “That would be foolhardy of me, for sure.  It seems that my lovely concoction has an interesting effect on you.”

The portly human tapped at his tablet then turned it for Burgess to see.  It was video from the previous evening, a repeat of the unnecessary teen deaths, the verbal fight between him and the lackey and ultimately the part Burgess had no trouble remembering, even relishing, him breaking said lackey’s skinny neck.  The video went dark after that owing, he was sure, to the suddenly dead hands dropping it, camera side down, and Burgess’ size twelve combat boot stomping the shit out of it.  The tablet must have been set to stream to Mr. C’s device.  Sick bastard like to watch the deaths real-time, over and over again.

“So super-strength, Burgess?  Or is there another reason you can kill with such speed and precision?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”  Burgess jerked at the chains once again, this time jostling the table regardless of its legs being bolted to the floor. “You’ve got me locked up because you think I have super-strength?  Did you forget I was a Navy Seal?”

“Oh, I know, but even with that background the kill was fast…too fast.  Besides, I feel better knowing you’re contained until we figure out what happened.”

“Contained?  Really, Crunkelton, I could kill you twelve different ways while still contained.” 

Burgess couldn’t say he was surprised when the fat bastard pulled out a gun and aimed it at his head.  Humans always resorted to guns and most had no idea how to use them properly.

“Good point, perhaps I should just kill you now and be done with it.”

“Sure, you could…but, I know you won’t.”

“Really, why is that? I have the gun and it’s pointed at your head.  All I have to do is pull the trigger.”

“Yep, but you still haven’t asked me the real question you have. Go ahead, ask.”

Crunkelton grunted and Burgess could see the gun in his hand shake.

“Why did you run to the town of Talbot’s Peak?”

Burgess’ gut clenched as he thought of Penny, his hot domme, and love of his life.  He’d needed her to sooth the pain of watching those children die, he’d needed to wrap her around him and refresh his battered soul…he’d just plain needed her.  What he hadn’t expected to find was his woman with death surrounding her like a thin black veil. Now, in order to save her, he had to do the one thing he swore never to do.

“Well?” Crunkelton grunted. “Why there!”

He had to bring her into this world. “Word on the street is the hot piece of ass your ambulance chaser there stopped me from talking to is one hell of a Dominatrix.  Apparently, Talbot’s Peak has quite a scene going and I wanted to indulge.”

“You wanted to debase yourself for a shape-, er, she-, ah…woman?”

Burgess waited, hoping Crunkelton would finally slip and out his own knowledge of shapeshifters so they could start the end game of this plan, but he held on and covered his slip.  Now Burgess had to do the same…

“Submission, Crunkelton, is the ultimate strength.”
~~~

So this week it was Burgess' turn to share.  Whatever his plan is(it would sure be nice if they confided the plan with the author)...I hope he gets to Mistress P in time!

Have a great weekend!
Serena

Love & Loss

Penelope locked the door to the Gazette and hefted her bag higher on her shoulder for the walk to her car.  Since the start of her friend Ziva’s pregnancy, she’d been sharing the closing duties with Nick to give him more time with his mate. 

The extra time in the evening gave her time off in the morning to read, relax and worry about Burgess, her missing lover.  Her penquino had taken off months ago on a job and had yet to return. 
His loss was taking its toll on Daniel, their third, who was spending more time as a mink than a man.  She could appreciate his withdrawal.  The penguin shaped hole Burgess had left in their life was killing her…literally.

PeaParrots like her did not thrive when a mate was lost, and though there was no proof that Burgess was dead, her body had stopped listening to her brain.

Penelope leaned against the car and looked to the forest surrounding the town.  It wouldn’t be long before her raptor revolted.  She’d revert to her animal form and take to the trees, searching out the perfect crevice to curl into and die. 

She’d thought her domme lifestyle would have protected her from this end, but she’d underestimated love, true and beautifully blue, love.  Damn.

##

“Christ, Rafe, there’s something wrong with her.”  Burgess pulled at the arm tightening around his throat, determined to get to his woman.  “Let go!”

“Sorry, man, no can do. We just need a few more days to wrap up your part of this.”

“No!” he wheezed, growing light-headed at his lack of oxygen. “Let me go to her, now.”

“I can’t.  Sorry, Burg, I’m sorry…”

Black dots filled his vision, eliminating reality slowly and leaving him with a sense of foreboding.  Even his buddy’s words didn’t help.

“I’ll keep her safe, man.  I promise.”

No one could keep her as safe as he could, unless he was out cold.
~~~

Pretty short this week, but it appears that Mistress P has been keeping secrets...even from me.  Must wrap myself around this twist.

Have a wonderful weekend!
Serena

Friends, Lovers and Mated Seals... Hooyah!

It had been a week since they’d brought Tark into the pleasure club for questioning and Reetha was tired.  No matter what she and Dante tried this ass-packet would not break.  She’d considered going in initially and acting like his friend, warning him of Dante’s wrath, but when it came to this skeeze her skills were no longer that good.

“You ready to try again?”

Reetha stopped trying to hold up the wall and looked back at Dante. “No, but we need too.  Everything okay with Ewan?”

“With Ewan – yes, with this entire situation – no.”

“Has something happened, Dante?”

“A skilled hunter has come to town, with a band of wannabe’s in their cute little mystery machine and my sire is making monsters.  I’d be willing to bet the designer drug, Tranq, is a part of his evil genius as well.  Damn, what I wouldn’t give for some peace.”

“Yeah.”  Reetha sighed, dreaming of one or two nights of peaceful pleasure spent here at the club.  Bound and free from the overwhelming guilt of failing everyone she loved.

“Chin up, love.  This too shall pass.”

She smiled at the wolf who was without a doubt the best friend she’d had since Ziva in her youth. 
“You know we need to read Nick in on this soon.”

“I do, but I hate the thought since Ziva’s now pregnant.  He’s snarly at the best of times when it comes to his mate, but now he’s got a hair trigger.  Time with this guy will not help that.”

“True, but he’s scary and he’d already stumped Tark’s tail before you got to them…”

Dante laughed. “That he did and now that there’s a hunter in town gunning for your dad among others, we need more help”

“Pops is still tough, but giving him a heads up would be a good idea.”

“We will.  Now, did this lowlife take the bait?”

“Sure did.  He grabbed the phone when we tussled couple a days ago.  There would have been just enough battery life for him to make one phone call.”

“Let’s go see who he reached out too.”

##

Rafe Silva had caught his mate’s scent the moment he’d entered the pleasure club and it had taken everything in him to hold his wolf back.  Now she was entering the room and he needed to use all of his seal training to keep some space between them. 

“So Tark are you…”

He knew the exact moment she realized he was here as she turned towards where he stood behind the door.  Agony, so clear in her eyes, beat at him.  Losing Jilly forced her to flee and instead of coming to him, she’d run far away.  Well he’d lost that sweet deer too.  And even though Reetha had been the main thing they’d had in common, he still had tender feelings for the woman who shared a bed with him and his mate.

“You!  He called you!  I should have known one rat bastard would call the King Daddy of rat bastards.”

“Ah Reetha, I prefer Sir, but if you want to give Daddy a try I guess I can be accommodating.”

“What the…” “Hell!” “Gaaa!”

Everything happened at once as goatfucks were wont to do.  Dante led with a confused question, Tark swore and banged his head and Reetha came at him only to be pulled back, by another pissed off alpha, before she made contact.

“Whoa there, love.”

Rafe’s wolf got the better of him at Dante’s term of endearment along with the arms surrounding his mate and he issued a mean growl – a warning to the other man.  Dante in turn growled and shoved Reetha behind him.

“Who is this, Reetha?”

“No one, lover,” she oozed, her arm around the other wolf’s middle – fingers toying with his abs.
“Just another lowlife lawyer.”

Rafe willed himself not to react further as he studied the couple before him.  Dante was good at hiding the emotions in his eyes, but he couldn’t quite contain the flinch as Reetha’s fingers pass over him.  His body language screamed that he belonged to another.

“To right you are Ms. McMahon and as such I am taking my client from this place, which is clearly not a police station.”

“We’re not done with your, client,” Dante sneered.

“Yes, you are.  Anything further can be directed to me…Reetha knows the number.”

Rafe directed Tark from the room, closing the door on his mates raggedly wailed “BASTAR….”

##

Outside the pleasure club, Rafe pushed the beaten up waste of space pusher into his car and told him in no uncertain terms to stay put before stepping away and placing his call.

“What?”

The slap of skin on skin, followed by giggles told him all he needed to know about where is friend currently was.  “Aren’t you supposed to be working?  Not indulging in a round of slap and tickle?  And to that point, if it is a little S & T why the hell answer the phone?”

“One moment…Stooly, get in here and cover for me…okay, okay.”  Rafe listened to mumbled threats about not looking and keeping quiet before the sound of a door shutting and a pissed off penguin filled his ear.  “I blame you, fuckhead.”

“Burge…”

“Don’t Burge me.  This guy is a freak, and not some nice loveable one either.  But you knew that already.  Damn Rafe.”

“You’re the only one I could trust with this.”

“We had a lot of buddies in the teams…”

“But you and I were the only shifters.”

“Shit.”

He knew exactly how Burgess felt.  This op felt never fucking ending and it was getting in the way of their relationships with their mates.  “I need you back here.”

“Tell that to the freak.”

“I intend to.  Be ready.”

“What’s going on?”

“The Tranq worked and I was called to Talbot’s Peak.” Rafe once again looked to the self-satisfied knob contaminating his car.  “To save the douchebag.”

“Shit!”

“Exactly.”

~~~

 Have a splendid weekend & keep warm!


Serena

Cut the Bull and Come Home...

 

Kapok tree pic borrowed with thanks from axisoflogic.com

Burgess slogged through the Amazon rainforest searching for the tallest tree in the area.  His winged contact from Talbot’s Peak had just last night delivered a panicked message from Danny and a cell phone he promised would work as long as he reached the top of the tree line.

Not exactly an easy feat.

In his general vicinity, it appeared the Kapok tree was a clear winner with its 200 foot height and 11 foot diameter.  He was in for one hell of a long climb, but Danny’s message had included the agreed upon word ‘Rainbow.’  Something was up with Penny, something Danny felt was urgent enough to reach out to Burgess during his undercover op.

Hand over hand Burgess grabbed the vines along the tree, pulling with his arms and pushing with his legs until his muscles burned.  Frogs croaked at his passing, birds chirped and pecked at his fingers.  Bats dive bombed his head and every little insect burrowed into his clothes.

He kept climbing.

Hours later and nearing the top he checked the phone, hoping to see full bars even though he’d not yet reached the top.  He had one which flickered in and out—the climb continued.

Forty-five minutes later and another check of his phone had brought with it three additional bars.  Tucking himself into a nook in the tree he dialed, hoping four bars would be enough to get through to Danny.

“Burgess?”  The nervous voice on the other end crackled, but held on.

“Danny, what’s going on?”

“It’s Mistress.  She’s found a new toy.”

Burgess’ muscles tensed and his stomach turned over.  This Op had kept him away longer than he’d intended and on top of the last one being not that long before he worried Penny would tire of waiting for him.  But then, the submissive in Danny tended to rear its head in some strange ways so before he panicked he needed to clarify the mink’s fears.  “Is this toy someone she’s working on with Dom?”

“No, Burgess, it-it’s a longhorn from Texas.  He’s new in town and she sent him to Dante for a job.”  The crackle got worse, breaking up Danny’s words

Fuck.

“Did you say a longhorn, Danny?”

“Yes.  From Texas!”

Damn it.  Penny’d always wondered if the stories about the Longhorn were true.  Now there was one in Talbot’s Peak.  She never be able to refrain from checking that out and Danny alone was not enough to keep her satisfied.  Question was, would she push past play and engage in a new sexual relationship?
He hoped not.

“You have to trust your Mistress, Danny.”

“Longhorn, Burgess, Longhorn!  I already have to share her with you; I don’t want to add more.  Come home!”

Burgess chuckled under his breath witnessing their subs bad behavior.  “Attitude like that Danny with get you punished.”

“I-I don’t care…come hom…”

The call dropped before the conversation was over, but he’d heard enough.  Danny was right; he needed to get home soon.  Very, very soon.
~~~

 Can you imagine the punishments Mistress P's gonna dole out when she realizes her boys have so little faith in her?  Although, this is a Texas Longhorn...hard to resist!

Have a great weekend!

Serena

Frieda's Fancy

Frieda lowered her forehead to the intricately carved door and pulled in a shuddering breath.  She’d finally gotten up the nerve to talk to Dante about her secret desire to tie another with the soft Shibari ropes she’d been collecting for what seemed like forever. 

He’d taken her seriously, even offered a calming smile at her halting request to find another who enjoyed the art.  It was really too bad that he was off the market, as the naturally hewn strength of his body would make a beautiful canvas for her ropes. 

He’d pledged to find her another with which to play.  On the other side of this door was the fulfillment of that promise and she was terrified to step through.

“No, you have to do this.  You are this close to realizing a dream…no stopping now,” Frieda mumbled into the wood.  How many pep talks had she given herself—hundreds?  Of those, what was the total sum she’d failed to follow through on—about the same number.  She couldn’t fall short this time.

With that thought held firmly in her heart she eased to door open and stepped inside.

##

Upon first glance the place was dark, almost foreboding, until she spied the blue-haired god perched upon a chair in the middle of the room.  Light shone down on his perfectly formed and tanned body, free from all fabrics and even body hair.  Her ropes would lie perfectly against his skin.

Frieda moved closer, setting her bag on the floor next to his chair.  She reached out to touch the bulging muscle of his chest, but stopped, determined to do this the right way.

“H-hello,” she squeaked, before clearing the frog from her throat and starting again.  “Hello, my name is
Frieda and you are?”

“At your disposal…”

Dear heavens he was gorgeous… she thought as he brought his gaze level with hers.  Dante had indeed provided her with the perfect partner, but she had to do this right. 

“That’s wonderful, but shouldn’t I have your name and safe word before we play…I-I mean, your name and safe word.  Now!  Please…”

“Relax, lovely lady, you are going to do fine,” he whispered, easing her hand between his.  “You can call me Burgess and my safe word is Blue.”

“Okay, thank you.”  She blew out a nervous breath and started again. “Please sit back and we’ll begin.”

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Frieda worked for nearly an hour winding the soft, thin ropes around every part of the body before her.  He was perfect.  His arms were bound behind him stretching his chest tight and showing the rest of the ropes she’d wound, down and around, the rest of his body.

He was a beautiful picture, live art constrained for her desire.  Proof of that arousal grew between her legs.  She longed for release, but could not look away from her creation.

Long, soft arms came around her shoulders while a lush feminine body melded its front to her back.  “My Penguino is a delicious sight, fair Frieda.  And as you can see by the joyous look upon his face, you have pleased him well.  Please, allow my mink, Daniel and I to show our appreciation of your art.”

The softest fur she’d ever felt wrapped around her ankle, while the elusive Mistress Penelope slid her hand lower.  She stroked over Frieda’s stomach and headed further south. 

“Yes…” Frieda whispered, finally giving herself over to the pleasure she’d been seeking for oh so long.

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May all of your Valentine gifts be wrapped as tightly and deliciously as Frieda's!


Serena

Purple Boots, A Mink Stole and Jingly Bells...

Prudence Penelope sashayed down the hall towards sin. There wasn’t a more appropriate name for the room painted in arousal red and containing apparatuses which must have been designed in hell.

"Breathe." Between the gentle reminders to continue taking in air and the tippy-tap of her purple fuck me boots Penelope assumed everything would be okay.

Dante’s call letting her know there’d be a room ready at the pleasure club by six left her floored. While Penelope adored spending time at Dante's, especially in sin, no way could she maintain her word to Burgess under such strain.

In fact, the last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near reminders of the orgasms she'd given up.

Dante however insisted she be there at six and follow each directive he set down.
1. Wear the boots. Tied tight and all the way to the top—no folding them over.
2. Wrap the mink around her throat.
3. Only bells allowed beneath her trench coat.
4. No orgasms.

Rule four became almost impossible to follow considering where the bells from three were laced. She smiled though as Danny's coarse little tongue slid up her neck and behind her ear.

"I'm excited to, Daniel. Two months is far too long to be apart from our blue-haired penguino.”

Burgess had been called away on some super secret, not to be divulged, mission so long ago. The wait for his return began to grind on their nerves.

The last night they shared together he'd requested one thing from both she and Danny—stay celibate until he returned. By the final orgasm wrung from one another, Penelope hadn't seen a problem in remaining sex-free. She’d thought he would only be gone for a short time, but as seven days turned to thirty the urges became harder to ignore.

When one month bled into two, she and Danny neared their breaking point. Being highly sexual in nature they needed a release, but a promise was a promise.

“Okay, we must to calm down.” Penelope tugged at her boots one last time and straightened out the trench coat. “I’d adjust the bells too, Daniel, however that would force me to break my promise, 10 steps away from our Aussie.”

Penelope reached for the handle and pushed the door open, unprepared for the sight that greeted her.

“G’day, Mistress Penny…”

Too long without has turned Mistress Penelope into something of a terror...not letting us see into that room was just mean.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

Like Flipping a Switch...

Colors twisted madly behind her eyelids as the world around Prudence Penelope Jorgensson sputtered to a pleasure filled stop. Her skin burned and the man behind her stretched her nipples tight.


Between her legs she was filled, full to bursting, by the thunder from down under while her little Apẻritif had just turned into a seven course meal. Now serving number four—she only hoped her sensitive clit could take it.

“Ah crikey, Mate, release my dangly bits and let me come before this lovely lady strangles me old fella right off!”

Apparently, Burgess was at the end of his tether as well.

“M’not done yet.”

And wasn’t that the truth. Danny’s tongue could be considered a modern marvel— a world wonder. It should also be registered as a lethal weapon. The soft, sand papery feel of his animals tongue held true in the human head. With each pass over her aroused little nub, Penelope clasped down on Burgess’ cock and angled herself for more contact with Danny’s mouth. Her movements, while slight, kept Burgess’ girth snuggled up and stroking over the sweet spot within. The duel sensation was explosive.

“Daniel, please,” she begged.

“More, Ma’am…come more.” It was clear by his growled out order that Danny was far from done.

How had this happened? When had it happened? One moment she’d been playing with Burgess; tempting him to break the rules so that she could punish him sweetly. While at the same time she watched Danny struggle not to look at what they were doing. The next thing she knew, her submissive mink turned into a roaring tiger and bound at them, moving with the speed of a cheetah.

He’d had both she and Burgess disrobed in mere moments and Penelope found herself straddling the big Aussie, her back to his front and a voracious mink between their legs. Her punishment had not worked as she’d thought it would, but she could hardly complain about the outcome. She was yet again reaching for soundless, color-filled bubble of release.

Tomorrow would be soon enough to question what turned the domme into a silent submissive, and why she’d liked it so much…

The Mink A Predator?

Danny kept his eyes trained on the plush carpet cushioning his knees. The fibers were blue with swirls of purple and white—tranquil. It was like a peaceful sea. Perfect for a relaxing spa experience, but at total odds with the sex that was about to be had just a few feet away.


He still couldn’t believe he was being punished. Being forced to listen while Ma’am and Aussie boy had sex…pffht what kind of punishment was that. It seemed more like a reward to him, but who was he to quibble.

Invisible fingers moved slowly up the small of Danny’s back as he listened while Ma’am spoke to the blue headed bloke from down under.

“Ah, my sweet submissive, you’ve waited so patiently…”

Was she touching him? No! It didn’t matter what she was doing. He didn’t want to know.

“Do you know what happens to submissive little fledglings that follow the rules?”

Ball slapping, painful clamps, caning maybe? Impatience beat at Danny as he waited for the other man to speak. Would he fall into the trap and answer her questions and rack up a punishment or two, or would he wait patiently for permission?

“Such a good boy, Burgess…” Her words were followed up by a shuddered breath indicative of pleasure. It sounded like Aussie boy was on the receiving end of something delicious.

What was she doing? Danny was swamped by the overwhelming desire to raise his head just a little. To see if the something delicious was something he really wanted to do, as well.

“Your nipples are still tight and sporting a lovely red. Someday, I would love to place a pair of sweet and stinging clamps on these beauties. Would you like that?”

Again with the quiet Danny was starting to think was meant to disarm him. Torture him with thought of pleasure.

“You may speak, penguino…”

“Yes Mistress, I would love to wear your clamps.”

“Mmm, purrrrfect.”

Was that a purr—A guttural, back of the throat rumble coming from Ma’am? No, it couldn’t be, birds chirped and squawked. They were there to be eaten by, well, animals like him.

Danny squirmed, widened his legs to release his hardening cock and tender balls from their confines between his thighs. He now knew why this was a punishment.

His traitorous predator brain had taken hold and was gluing a picture in front of his eyes. He was hungry, ravenous and beyond aroused at the thought of sidling between their legs and having his merry way with Penny, no Ma’am—and her big blue penguin, too.

It's About Trust...

“Human form, Daniel!”


Shit. Danny grimaced at Ma’am’s stern tone. Yes, he had been curious. He’d wanted to know, before she came at him or sent the studly Aussie to him, what kind of punishment she would inflict.

“Daniel, please do not make me repeat myself.”

Fur receded and bones adjusted changing the warm little mink into a cold, naked man facing what he hoped would be a pain he could handle.

“Beautiful, would you not agree my indigo penquino?”

“Yes, Mistress, he is stunning.”

Ma’am’s hushed compliment confused him. Many of his partners over the years had remarked on how good-looking he was, but never had a Dominant said as much. No, to them he was nothing more than flesh to be played with and tossed aside.

“It would be even better if he showed us his eyes, rather than staring at the floor, Mistress.”

“Mmm, I agree, indigo…”

And get hit? Absolutely not!

“My apẻritif,” Danny tensed against the firm fingers at his chin, lifting his head to force him to look at her. “All relationships must start with trust if they are to be satisfying to each participant. Clearly, I do not, nor would I expect to have yours yet, but you will not assuage your curiosity by looking away, is that not correct?”

Butterflies fluttered inside his stomach. Was that a question that required an answer or was she looking to see if he was as good a sub as the Aussie, still sitting in the chair.

“You have permission to speak, Daniel.”

“Yes,” Danny cleared the fear from his throat and tried again. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good.” Her fingers left his chin and ran softly over his lips, then gently down his cheek. “In the spirit of gaining your trust I have two things for you. First and this applies to you as well, Burgess, your safe words.”

His heart leapt at the thought of having his very first safe word. He’d never known that there was such a thing or that he could have one.

“Red. Your words are red and I will expect you to use them if our play goes beyond what you can stand, either physically and/or mentally. Do you both understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Red, Danny smiled to himself, like the color of a stop sign or the top of a traffic light, a true form of safety. Danny quickly glanced up at Penelope, hoping she wouldn’t see him, but she was still looking his way with a small smile on her lips. He looked back down.

“Daniel, your next gift is in conjunction with your punishment. You still need to be punished for your misbehavior in not remaining on the bed. Please kneel.”

Oh god, Danny cringed, kneeling in the past had brought with it pain.

“Very good, your original punishment was to have been for you to watch from your kneeling position as I played with Burgess. Now, however, my gift to you is that you shall retain the right to look away, as you appear to still need, and listen to us only. Do you understand?”

That was it? Kneel and listen to sex…this would be a piece of cake. He could listen to sex all day, heck, maybe he’d be bad more often if all he had to do was listen to sex.

“Daniel,” Her was voice again sharp as she repeated the question. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Holy Dooly, An Aussie Expression of Lust?

Holy Dooly! Burgess moaned, silently, so as not to disobey the dominant ball of color balancing on his knees and occupying herself with his happily burning nipples. Her touch was sweeter than a longneck bottle of piss on a hot summer day. Soft fingertips soothed and stretched his small nubs while her psychedelically tinted nails rasped at the tips.


“Burgess,” Her breath tickled the fine hair behind his ears. “How many women have gone legs up for this superior body of yours?”

He swallowed back the answer he longed to give his mistress, “no one of any consequence.” He’d been a digger, a soldier, in service for most of his life. Relationships were unheard of in his unique branch. Sex was a need to be slaked with any willing and temporary partner.

“Oh my, you are a good sub, aren’t you?” Her fingers slid into his cropped hair, lightly scraping his scalp as she tilted his head back. Though his pants were still on, his dick stood up and took notice to the full breasts she’d snuggled up against his chest. They were notched together, like pieces of a puzzle, silk covered cunt to leather encased cock. The sweet perfume wafting up from between her legs was making him crave a taste of her wicked heat.

“While I’m dying to play, my indigo penguino, there are some things we need to discuss first. You have permission to answer the next few questions. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” His voice sounded needy to his own ears. He didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Good. Now tell me, do you have a safe word?”

“No.” It was reckless he knew, but his lifestyle was not looked well upon by the other penguins. Had he been as dominant in the bedroom as he was out of it, things would be far different. Sexually submissive men in his community were the butts of jokes, quite literally, so he’d taken his desires to the underground clubs where safe play was left to the sook, or soft, humans.

“No?” She moved back, away from his chest, her look screamed disapproval. “How very crazy of you, Burgess. I will assume your shifter DNA kept you from attracting diseases, but you could have been hurt.”

“Shifters are quite resilient, Mistress.”

Her touch was gentle as she traced the laugh lines around his eyes and down to his lips. The look on her face softened as she stared directly into his eyes. It was as if she could see deep into his soul—an impossibility considering they’d just met.

“Yes, physically, you are strong, but that does not eliminate the chance of hurting you mentally or emotionally. While you are with me, you shall have a safe word and you will use it if you feel you must. I have no interest in harming you, indigo penguino; only offer you the pleasurable pain you desire. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Corker, he definitely understood! Somewhere along the way the Gods had smiled down on him to allow him to cross paths with this incredible Shelia.

“And how about you, my apẻritif, do you understand as well?”

Burgess should not have been surprised by the clickity-clack of little mink nails moving quickly across the floor, but his absolute loss of focus on anything other than his Mistress was a testament to her skill as a Domme. She slid from his lap taking her delectable heat with her.

“Daniel, stop!”

Her tone stopped the peeping clacker from leaving. She was all business and if his suddenly frozen form was anything to go by, the little rat knew it.

“So, curiosity got the better of you, did it, my little apẻritif? Now I must find a suitable punishment for your indiscretion. Human form, Daniel. Now.”

Is That A Punishment?

Quiet voices at the other end of the suite wound Danny up tighter than a corset on a debutante. Penn…,er Ma’am had ordered him into the bedroom with strict orders to shift and stay on the bed. He’d followed her orders until two hushed male voices joined hers.


Though he’d been unable to hear the exact words spoken, their tones were deep and just this side of angry. He cringed at the thought of what she might send them in here to do to him. Truth was, while he enjoyed men, giving was more his style.

Minutes seemed like hours as he waited for the fallout of his actions. So what if he’d run away from the old bear dude and interrupted Penn…,er Ma’am and the beefcake at the airport, and well called her Penny instead of Ma’am as she’s instructed. Did that mean he had to pay his dues with sex—hard, vigorous and teeth gnashing sex? The kind of sex that had at one time had him panting for more, but now left him totally uninterested?

If he could speak in his animal form he’d be calling himself three kinds of puss bag. When had hot, hard and raunchy given way to soft and meaningful?

Impatient and nervous, Danny crawled down the side of the bed and inched towards the door hoping that a peek at whoever remained would give him an idea of what he could expect.

Stretching his neck around the jam, he spied Penn…,er Ma’am pushing the extra large airport guy into a high backed wooden chair. She walked around him, every inch of her aura putting off the lady of the manor vibe. When her hands came around the massive chest on the delicious Aussie and eased their way down the rolling abs, delineated by the tight t-shirt, Danny wished his mink face could looked as enthralled as big, bad and burley’s did.

“Burgess, your name feels heavenly rolling off my tongue. Would you by chance have anything else that would be as agreeable in my mouth?”

Oh slinky de-dink. Pe…,er Ma’am could use her words as well as the small hands now slowly unbuttoning Aussie boy’s shirt. One button at a time.

“I surely do, Missssss…”

“Do not speak unless I give you permission, blue…”

Oh hell, by the look on the Aussie’s face, he’d be talking again soon enough as he was thoroughly enjoying the sturdy pinching she was giving both of his small nipples. Not a very good punishment, really. Only, he still wasn’t talking, even after she’d removed her fingers and slid onto his lap to finish undressing him…

“I will find my own way around this lovely body, blue, and discover all the beautiful things it has to show me. Shall we start with these delightfully dusky nips? You may speak.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Perfect…”

Danny backed away from the door and climbed back up the king-sized feather bed. He curled his tiny mink body into a tight circle in the middle, tucking each tender part of his anatomy under himself as far as possible. He couldn’t understand their play. When Burgess disobeyed he’d had gotten a reward, whereas, the last time he’d been played, even the rewards had felt like punishments.

Pleasent Dreams

Penelope watched as Danny moved to the bedroom of the suite. His head hung down, hiding feelings he’d obviously kept bottled up for far too long. His mind was in pain and his soul called out for healing. It was no wonder he’d never escaped the mailroom drudgery of the Guts & Butts Gazette, nor was is surprising that his sex life was nothing more than a revolving door of partners. Daniel Muldoon spent so much time shoring up his wounded emotions that everything else came in second, third, fourth…


The knock sounded again only harder this time than before. Who could be bothering her at this time of the night, at least she thought it was night. Who could tell with the extended darkness at this time of the year?

Penelope pulled open the door and had to hold tight to the handle to remain standing. He was back. Her brilliantly, blue-haired beauty and he’d brought a friend—a bear of a man with peace and knowledge in his eyes.

“G’day Mistress…”

“Hello, stranger,” She snarked, looking out at the duo through the slightest of cracks. “Do you need something, or are you lost?”

“Ah, my Sheila has claws and knows how to use them it would seem.” His lip curled up at the corner and had a definite effect on her well-being—an effect that hit her low and had lusty intents. She would love to watch this man do anything and everything.

“Sheila, huh.” With that accent he could call her the worst names and still not offend, but it wouldn’t do to let him know that. No she needed to channel her inner domme here… “I think I like Mistress better; at least from someone with…”

“My name is Burgess, beauty.” He reached right through the crack and ran a warm finger down the side of her cheek, setting the tiny nerves that lay beneath to tingling and sending prickles of pleasure clear to the tips of her toes. “Burgess King, now may we come inside?”

Well blast. He’d turned her game right around on her.

“Come on in then.” Penelope pulled at the door, widening it further so that they could come inside. Her luxurious suite soon became as roomy as a gilded cage with one tiny swing. “Wow, never let it be said that you gentlemen couldn’t hold a captive audience.”

“We overwhelm you, my colorful bird, and for that I apologize. I am Tongson and I have need of your special spirit.”

“Mr. Tongson.” Penelope reached out her hand, hoping her surprise didn’t show at his use of colorful bird. Very few beings could place her origins, but this one could. Did that make him an adversary or an advocate? “No apologies are necessary as I have no clue as to what this special spirit is of which you speak.”

The strange man lifted his head, breathing deeply before looking her way again.

“The young mink has found his way into your care then?”

Daniel? Why would this man be interested in her little apẻritif? “Yes, he is here and shall remain here…”

“Good, he needs what you, the both of you, can show him.”

“Excuse….”

“You see, our young mink is on the cusp of a revelation about himself and his role with some friends of mine. Unfortunately, I am not in the position to apply the final lesson to this needy young man, but my visions tell me that you two are.”

“Crikey, Tongs…skip the cryptic and get to the point will ya. How can we help this bloke?”

Penelope agreed, they were wasting time, but the look in Mr. Tongson’s eye told her he had said all he would on the subject. What came next would be up to her and Burgess.

And you would be right about that, Prudence Penelope Peaparrot. Take care of these two and you shall reap a very unexpected benefit.

Penelope was shocked to hear Tongson’s words whispered gently in to her head. Clearly, he was a special creature.

“Aussie, Ms. Jorgensson,” Mr. Tongson murmured, using the name she’d never given him with a twinkle in his eye. “Pleasant dreams.”

Aussie Game On!

“Buggering clacker,” Burgess wandered through the sea of parked cars wishing he could jog out his frustrations, but with the crack of fat in his pants he be more likely to hurt something he hoped to be using soon. “Whinging whacker!”


“I’ve always loved that about the souls down under, anger equals incomprehensible Australian slang.”

“Holy Dooley, Tongson, ya right bastard. Scared the cranky right out of me…it’s good to be seeing you, mate.” Here was the bloke the Elder Council had sent him up here to talk to about the Tiger Yakooza’s sticky fingering of their tutelaries. “Hang out in parking ramps often?”

“Only when I have to track down a naughty little pervert who thinks to escape his punishment.”

“I think I met your wee perv tonight, Tongson. Shifty little mink interrupted what could have been hours of raging submissive naughtiness that would leave me grinning like a shot fox for the rest of my time in this bloody cold dunny!”

“You know…” The Spirit Bear looked him over, top to bottom, and let him know with the twinkle of an eye that his own sexual hedonism’s were clearly on display. “I think, Elder Orgrove sent me just the right penguin to fix both our problems.”

“Does your plan include me skinning the little bugger and chaffering off his hide on the black market?” Yeah, he’d be willing to bet that soft little mink fur would be a real bargain to the right woman in this freezing land.

“Ha! You could definitely put the fear of the deities in my little pervert, but the more important lesson to be learned, I think, can come from the interaction between you and a certain colorful bird. You game, Aussie?”