Marla (some fiction)

[ChicagoTbone]

Just for a refresher, I love ts, women and the type of sex where you can smell it, its wet, heated passionate, the scent permeates the room, ya cant miss it.

For a while I had a little submissive, a GG by the name of Marla. Marla was a short blond, recently divorced, mid 30's, nice curves, husky voice and was game! She liked wearing summer dresses, no panties special! The most appealing part of Marla was she was game.

I introduced her to bdsm, invited to a couple of play parties, we would go as a couple. The girl enjoyed being restrained, teased, flogged, whipped, forced oral (it was not really forced, she loved sucking dick, almost any dick) and being fucked. God makes me hard just thinking about her. She also was open to bisexuality.

Marla loved walks in the woods, especially after our first walk. The first time, she had no Idea why i was carrying a small bag. At a secluded spot, summer sun shining, I told her to strip. At first she was hesitant, I reached under her dress and caressed her clit. Game on.

In the bag, I carried some rope, a full leather hood with no eyes and a 7' bull whip. Now for those who might be afraid of a bull whip, you should be, but an experienced artist ( i still have my bull whip, but am a bit rusty) well placed strokes placed on the meaty part of the ass will pressed the go button. A stroke off that mark will shut things down quick.

Marla had trust in me. She liked sex, she liked bdsm and I am good at it when I apply myself. I put the leather hood on Marla, laced it up, tight. Caressed her body for a bit afterwards, sorta started the engine if you know what I mean. I then tied both of Marla arms and legs spread eagle standing between two trees. Then over a period of 45 minutes to an hour, In between caressing her breast, thighs, legs, and heated ass from the bull whip, i brought her to a full boil. There is nothing like having juices flow down a leg, thighs quivering. After this mind melting, I could have what ever I wanted for the taking.

Now I know this is a Ts board, on to the good stuff!

Marla was game for anything. I had a friend who could get me into the Hell Fire Club in Bucktown. Hellfire was a private mens club that rented it out for "occasions." In the basement was a well stocked bar, upstairs was every imaginable piece of bdsm equipment you could think of. I wanted my own fantasy to come true.

I brought Marla to the Hell Fire Club early on a Friday afternoon. I told her we were both going to submit to a Dom as a Couple. When we drove up, went in side, we met our Dom. Tall about 5'10, blond hair, blue eyes, fair skinned, painted fire engine red finger nails, large curvy breast covered by a white blouse. You could see under the blouse an outline of a corset, lifting the breast up and out. When the the Dom was talking to you, you could barely focus on the conversation. Modest Leather skirt, 4" heels stockings. Attractive, but reserved.

Marla knew I was setting up a double submissive session with a dom. She didn't know that this dom was a Ts.

Now on the considerable drive up, I had taken some Viagra. I wanted this to be not only an enjoyable experience for me, but a long lasting one for Marla. By this time the Viagra had kicked in and was obvious. I was becoming focused on one thing and one thing only, sex any type of sex, but sex.

The Dom did an interview of us together and individually to assure this was consensual. We started off with individual interviews, I was first. Marla was told to go downstairs and enjoy the bottle of wine on the bar, no more than two glasses and follow the instructions in a note for her. I never knew what her note said. As I had the inside track that this was a Ts, I openly shared my interest for Ts's and there was little I would not do (no kids) with consenting adults. Ok I am a bit of a whore, but a hard cock has no though process behind it.

I was asked to go down stairs and send Marla upstairs. The Ts Dom said the same to me, two glasses, read the note, follow the instructions. When I got down stairs, Marla had found the note on the bar, followed the instructions. In general it gave instructions for her to find a corset that would fit her in a specific closet and tightly lace it on. Marla looked great! She had on a corset which accented her hips. The corset had firm, very firm sides and back, adding to the rigidity, support and protection of the kidneys, spleen areas. With a pair of stocking on and heels, i wanted her right then and there, but the note said once I came down, she was to go upstairs immediately. Marla handed me an envelope with my name on it. Off Marla went.

I had a glass of wine while reading the note. The Ts Dom knew I had taken the Viagra, she also said she hoped it was working by now. The instructions were straight forward, strip, do a quick enema (equipment in the bathroom), take the 6' of rope on the bar and rap my balls 3x in each direction with the rope, cinching it off. There were instructions to place a small waist corset on from a specific closet. I knew the corset was used to protect the kidneys, spleen usually used during whipping scenes. Ok so now I am mostly nude, corseted, my balls wrapped sitting on a bar stool with a raging hard on waiting to be called up stairs drinking only two glasses of wine. Never disobey a dom.

What felt like an eternity finally came to an end. Marla came down stairs smiling, come one honey lets go, were on! Her smile grew wider when she saw my hard on, and the rope.

Up stairs the Ts Dom did an additional joint interview. Yes I was a switch, but loved being submissive. Marla, was submissive. We were a dedicated couple, there was no need for rubbers, both of us drug and disease free, Marla on birth control. The Ts covered safety words, red, yellow green, if the mouth was gagged, then one snap with your fingers, was green when asked, two snaps was yellow and red was continual finger snapping. We talked about limits, implements, past scenes and we were off.

The Dom had Marla place a full leather hood on my face with only a mouth and nose opening. Marla was instructed to lace it up. Next Marla placed leather suspension cuffs on my hands. I was guided to stand up, my hands over my head, and they, the hands were winched up where my feet were off the floor how much, I dont know.

I could feel someone lubing my ass, a dildo was placed under my ass, apparently on a rod, dildo on one end, the other end of the rod was fitted into a hole in the floor. I was lowered down on the dildo. I think the rod had a built in spring in the rod, as there was continual pressure forcing the dildo further up my ass. My legs were spread apart and tethered, someone had take the length of remaining rope tied around my balls and anchored the rope to the floor making sure I was not going to lift myself off the dildo.

I could hear the Ts dom give Marla instructions, it was now her turn. I heard Marla as well had a leather mask placed on her head with mouth and nose openings. Her breast were placed in rope bondage, Marla liked that. The bondage made them point out, become more firm, sometimes milk would come out of them.

I could hear something slide across the floor, apparently a short staircase. Marla was told there were short steps, and to walk up the few steps. I heard the Ts Dom say to Marla, mount his cock. God I though I had hit the jack pot when I felt her wet pussy go over my cock. The Ts Dom then had Marla wrap her legs around the outside of my legs, her fore arms parallel to my back, I could feel rope laced around her forearms and our bodies laced together, attaching Marla to me, me to her. Marla's bound breast and the rope binding us together kept her breast firmly against my chest. The steps were pulled away.

Now Marla was not exceptionally tall, in this position, her head came up to about the bottom of my shoulders. We could kiss with some effort. She was at almost the right height for nibbling on my nipples. Although not heavy, but rather petite, Marla's weight forced the dildo further into my ass, in turn helping my cock become harder. Good for both of us.

The Ts Dom said we could kiss for a while. With my hands remaining over my head, tied to a hoist, Marla's hands wrapped around my back, legs around my thigh, she could move herself, fuck herself on my cock with no movement from me. Her movement, up and down on my cock forced the stationary dildo on a rod to fuck me as well. I was getting harder and harder. I could feel her juices flow down my leg. We kissed, deeply.

We both could hear the dom walking around us, her heels clicking on the floor. A hit of poppers was given to both of us; a second hit. Then came the fun part. The Ts Dom took a bull whip and began to talk trash, walk around us both giving a crack on our ass, I got some on the upper part of my back. The cracks were delivered every 15 to 20 seconds, like clock work. The hit on my ass thrust my cock into Marla. After god know how long and a couple more hits of poppers, Marla was alternating from biting my nipples to hot passionate kisses and fucking herself on my cock. Her movement continued to force the dildo held in place with a rod to the floor to fuck me as well. She was fucking both of us. She she liked it as she was biting my nipples made me harder. A vicious unending cycle.

Now Marla had worn a dildo on a couple of occasions using it on my ass. She knew how I respond to this. The Ts Dom came up behind Marla and said this loud enough where I could hear, that she, the Dom had a couple of special surprises for both of us.

Apparently The Dom with her skirt off, cock free, pressed against Marla's thigh, whispering in her ear that one of the surprises was she was a Ts, with another hit of poppers for us both, the Ts stated we were to be party goods for the evening, but she was going to get first taste.

I knew there was a group of Ts who came to Chicago for a Miss Contential Pageant show. I knew some of them would be here to party as this was a space catering to those who might be Dominant and Submissive. The Ts Dom filled Marla in on this fact whispering that her ass was going to be used by what ever ts wanted the pleasure to fuck it. Another hit of poppers. Marla began to fuck my cock again... Another hit of poppers, Marla begain biting again on my nipples and fucking my dick. Marla was being selfish, biting my nipples always got me harder, but it was her way of saying thank you while she rode my cock.

The Ts Dom stated to Marla just then, i am gonna take you both of you first, and am starting with you Marla. With my dick in Marla, I felt the Ts Dom enter Marla's ass. You see there is a thin membrane between the vaginal and anal cavity. I could feel the Dom's cock rubbing against mine through the tissue. Marla became more feverish in humping both of our cocks and in the process the movement was having the dildo fuck me as well. That dildo thanks to Marla was relentless. More poppers, Deeper kissing. The Ts Dom had said mine was coming later as some Ts prefer men. I knew I was going to get well used.

Marla could tell when I was getting fucked not only by the movement, but by my cock getting harder. The whipping continued while the other was getting fucked. Slow, methodical cracks from a 7' bull whip with gentle hand strokes between, inspecting the marks and soothing the beast in us both.

If Marla was getting fucked, I was receiving the whipping. When I was getting fucked, she was getting the whipping. Through out this long evening, when either of us was getting fucked, we kissed deeply, really really deeply, bonding like we have never bonded before. It was soothing the beast in both of us.

[ChicagoTbone]

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