The Dom's Diary: Cypher Text

It's one of those bittersweet moments, the kind you look forward to and  yet it makes you sad.  This is the last  post for The Dom's Diary.  Abyrne will be taking some time off to work on his book deals that he signed!  YAY!  This means you can read more from him soon!  

But don't abandon our Wednesday posts just yet, we have something up our sleeve that I think you'll all enjoy.  

The Dom's Diary: Cypher Text

by

Abyrne Mostyn

            She was here when I arrived home, I knew it the minute I had walked in.  The day had run long, but not overly so.  I could smell the crisp notes of sea spray and sand from a fragrance she favored.  I had asked her to wear it.  I needed the respite from the dank of the city and the illusion of the coast would work.

Beta had met me at the door, tail wagging his hind quarters in a full show of affection and undeniable happiness.  I loved coming home to this dog.  The day could take me to the razor’s edge of wanting to slit mine and other’s throats and Beta would just stand at the door and all but soil the floor in happiness because I’d arrived.  Was I a sodding bastard because I wanted a woman who did the same?  I truly didn’t think so.

Lucy would be a dream to come home to every night if she were willing to give up her carefree and the other women.  She was Marilyn Monroe with soft brown locks and a libido that hadn’t said ‘no’ that I could recall.  Prompt, punctual, eager to please, and willing and able to cum on command; and that was just five of her assets.  She would never settle down though.  She loved as she wanted and went whichever way the wind blew her.  I suppose I should count my blessings that she came when I called.  I had thought often about entertaining her and one of her gal pals, but had decided against it as I was fairly certain that my territorial nature would kick up and ruin it all.

Clearing the foyer and part of the main hall, she was right where I had asked her to be, just as I had asked her to be…waiting for me.  Watching Cla’vis display the other night had been an exercise in torture.  She was free with her display and obviously enjoyed anal play.  I had thought, before I had taken time to think, that I’d return the favor to her soon, but I had realized that same night as I stood on the pier that Cla’vis and I were only dancing, and the music would eventually come to an end.

Snapped back to the moment, I had taken a deep inhale of Lucy’s scent and knew I was not with Cla’vis.  Only Lucy could smell like this and I was not so far gone to think of another when I was with someone.  That was a line I would not cross.

I stood in the doorway to the small space of my home office, drinking her in as she leaned over my desk, the handle to the anal key glinting between her rounded cheeks with the crackles of fire from the hearth as the flames licked at the dry tinder she had lit there.  She was water to my parched soul as I had stood and simply let my eyes roam her figure.  She hadn’t moved, though I knew she was aware of my arrival.  Beta’s tapping on the tile and soft howls would have alerted her to my presence.

As always, she was exactly as I had requested her to be.  Tall enough in her heels to be the right height, hair up off her neck, her skin had glowed rosy from the recent buffing in the shower that she had taken when she arrived.  She had worn nothing save the item I had requested.  I had trailed my hands down her back and over the luscious curves of her hips before giving the key a turn and walking off to have a shower of my own. 

Returning a short while later, she was exactly where I had left her.  Walking around the desk to see her face, she had worn a smug smile, knowing she had done well and I was pleased. 

“I see you wore your key.”

“As you requested Sir.”

“Tell me girl, did you do as else I requested?”

“Everything is as you wish it to be Sir.”

“Good girl.  How should I reward you first?”

“As you wish to reward me Sir.”

“A very good answer.”

I had taken her hands, which she had merely rested on the surface to the edge nearest me, fixing her fingertips over the carved lip before moving around to the opposite side behind her.  Still in my towel, I had dropped to my knees on the soft foam she had placed as directed, sliding my hands up the backs of her thighs to knead at her cheeks.  The small puckers of flesh ran in dots up her legs ahead of, and behind the trail of my fingers.  Pushing down on the small of her back to force a greater arch to her hips, I had kicked her feet a bit wider with my knees.  The tiny fist of her ass had grabbed tight to the key and flexed around it as I positioned her.

Leaning in, I had lapped at the tight accordion with darting flicks of my tongue, pulling the cheeks of her wider to get the whole of my face between them.  The tang of metal was not what I had hoped for and while visually pleasing, it was not a taste I wanted.  Pulling back, I removed the key from its pocket…slowly.  It finally popped free and I set it aside before resuming my rimming of her, spearing my tongue forward to replace the key in the small void its removal had left.  The fine sheen of perspiration dotted up her back and released the ocean scent around her.  I continued my consumption of her flavors, drawing the scent in and letting my mind travel beyond this room.

I had lost track of time.  Neither of us had seemed to mind.  I was only remotely aware of it as I noticed her scent changing over from warm beach to something the same but also different.  There was a distinct air of fresh cunt mixed with the heated water and summer smell she had been wearing.  Threading my hand up between her legs, I had run an index finger straight up her core, finding the strand of pearls tucked neatly within, giving them a stir before adding a second finger.

“Flex.”

I could feel the contraction of the kegel muscles around my fingers and the slide of the pearls against the walls of her sheath before she released.  Only once, as instructed, she didn’t move otherwise.  Thrusting faster with my tongue, I felt myself winding tighter, but I wanted to savor her thoroughly so I did a bit of flexing of my own to stay the hard on I was gaining from the taste of Lucy.  I had known when she was close by the soft mewling she was no longer in control of.  Shushing her to quiet, I knew she was fighting to be compliant.  She was losing.

Pulling back, I had run my hands back down her thighs, sorry to be letting go of her ass as I was fighting the urge to stand and fuck her just where she was.  I had something else in mind when I had called her though, and she had come prepared for the play that I had suggested.  I could always claim her ass later.  Tapping her legs to shift as I commanded, she was the pinnacle of efficiency in her movements, knowing exactly what I wanted.

“Up girl.  Show me that pretty pussy is wet and ready for me.”

She hadn’t spoken, but had turned over and hopped back in one fluid movement.  I was surprised to see that glorious snatch of hers had been shaved clean.  She had always been well groomed, but this was new.  I approved and leaned down to bite her just above the apex as she was settling her legs, additionally pleased by the soft hitch of a gasp.

“For me?”

“Not originally no, but freshly today for you Sir.”

I could see the trails of cream that had run across her lips and the iridescence of it clinging to her soft folds.

“I approve.”

Moving her feet to rest on the arms of the chairs on either side of me, I was further impressed at the thorough job she had done.  Not a single hair remained.  All I was looking at was a shiny, naked pussy with a pearl peeking out from within the center of her.  She scooted her hips toward the edge of the desk without being told to do so, though I would not balk at it as it aided my quest.  Leaning back in I had taken a long, dragging lick up the center of her from tail to top, suckling the button at the cleft, savoring the throb of it against my tongue.  The tips of her breasts were pebbled tight and hefted with each breath she took.  They were not pants yet, but they were shorter than they had been when we had begun.

Settling in, I had enjoyed catching the trails of nectar that had run unchecked against my tongue and chin, teasing her clit on random passes to the peak.  Her breathing had increased and shallowed.  I had then pushed her knees wider and set to the task I had asked for.  One by one I had sucked, or speared my tongue forward to grab, each tiny pearl, running them up the sensitive center fold before grabbing the next on the strand.  Her milky release was thickening and her thighs had begun to shake.  Moving faster, I had liberated the entire strand, sucking the thick cream from each bead before her core began flexing in orgasm.  Dropping the pearls and my towel, I stood and slammed home as her release broke free, using one hand to pull against her thighs and the other to wind the knot of her clit to draw the release out or bring the next one right on its heels.

Lucy had never failed to satisfy and her rocking and flexing had kept pace with mine nearly until my own release poured forth.  There was nothing left to give when we were finished, and I was again surprised when, after helping her down, she initiated the aftercare of cleaning me before I could go and get a cloth for her.  I had not considered my shower towel, but she had and had used it.  She was exactly what I wanted, but somehow couldn’t find.

“Why can’t I find another one just like you to be mine alone?”

“Sir, if you could, you would have no need for me.”

“True Lucy, but you don’t want what I want.”

“Also true Sir.  Perhaps until then, we can just be for one another what is needed in the moments we have.”

I would have replied, but as I opened my mouth to speak, the chime of my phone went off from my jacket pocket over the back of the other chair.  I had forgotten it was there as I had watched Lucy leaning over my desk earlier, the perfect sub.  Pulling it out, tapping the screens to get to the message while watching her leaning back against my desk watching me, I must have worn a strange expression as she offered to get us drinks, moving away from my line of sight.

When she had returned, I was seething.  I was also stiffer and standing taller than the girders in the Sears Tower downtown.  She didn’t speak, but set aside the drinks before she sank to her knees before me, sucked the whole length down and quickly began to convulsively swallow against the crown.  I was so astonished by her actions, I didn’t think to hold back.  A few moments had passed in my shock before I could speak, my sac drawing tight.

“Lucy girl, if you keep that up, I’m goi…”

Just like that, before I had a chance to finish speaking she was sucking and milking the release down without a pause.  She had pumped a few times with her mouth and licked the tip clean before she disengaged.  I was fascinated.  As she stood and commented offhand that she needed to go, nodding at the clock that stood easily an hour past the time window we had agreed to, I could only nod and growl.  Her thumb and pinky wagged out at me as she mouthed, ‘Call me again soon lover’ and was out to the wash room with a hard sashay of her hips.

I had sat in stunned disbelief, though not because of Lucy.  No, Lucy had been par for the course of Lucy with her turning tables to have the last lick.  I was stunned at the text message.  There wasn’t enough there to cipher out a coded message.  All I could do was take it at face value.

“You’re late Maisu.”

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The Dom's Diary: The Road Home

After reaching the pinnacle, the rollercoaster usually plummets to  the valley careening full steam ahead. What happens after you achieve that goal you've had in your sights? What next?  What now?  
 The next exhilarating twist is bound to leave you breathless!

 

The Dom's Diary:

The Road Home

by

Abyrne Mostyn 

 

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                The roads had still been busy as I made my way home.  The Windy City seldom slept, even on a weeknight.  I had decided to take the surface streets and just enjoy the drive instead of the highway that would have taken half the time.  I‘d had a lot to ponder.  Cla’vis Tand was only the tip of the iceberg that had burgeoned my brain.  Ren’s parting comment about second chances had brought unbidden thoughts of Maggie screaming to mind.  Until now, she had been the only second chance I had ever wanted.

                It had been years since I’d seen her, though her face had held a permanent page marker in my day to day thoughts ever since.  Fresh faced and new to the scene when we’d met, she was energetic and adventurous.  I had done my best to kid-glove her into the scene, but she had wanted none of it.  Instead, she had elected to play hard and party harder.  I had thought she would burn up and out too soon to be one to try to tame.  She wasn’t interested in what I wanted.  She wanted to be like me.

                I was not then, nor now, a teacher.  I could have directed her toward someone who would have taught her how to be a Domme.  She had been polite but stern in her refusal.  She wanted to do it her way.  I could not short cut the lesson she would face.  Her way looked, then, and now in retrospect, to be the hard way and the lessons would not be kind on the journey she had undertaken.  I was saddened, but it wasn’t my call to make.

                Driving the lake shore, the water crypt tower silhouetted against the risen moon, I couldn’t help but think about yesterdays and the last time I’d noticed the monolithic beast that stood watch over the western shore.  We’d been out near the end of the pier, watching the moon rise, just talking.  She was heavy with emotion that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with decisions gone wrong.  I had been surprised to get her call.  She had been surprised that I had come at her request.

                A jazz trio had been playing in the hall, the doors wide open to catch the lake breezes and save the energy costs, the sounds spilling out across the walk and the water.  Leaning against the far wall, the city behind her was painted with pinks and blues of smog over sunset and had haloed her face.  The look she had worn was nothing angelic.  Someone had broken her.  I didn’t know the details and she wasn’t sharing them, but the story was etched deep in the lines that crisscrossed where once upon a time, I’d known a smile.

                I knew the clubs and dungeon she’d been frequenting, and the clientele.  She’d gone deep fast and hadn’t known when to hit the brakes to avoid the collision.  I’d seen it a thousand times.  There was nothing you could do until it was done.  Yellow lights didn’t mean the same thing to those who would guise their true nature in the name “Dom”.    I felt for her, but I couldn’t feel for her at the same time.  I was not responsible after her refusal to be aided, and now it was all over but for the medic duty.

                We had talked long into the night, standing under the Ferris wheel and sitting on the seawall that marked the end of the pier.  I heard her, but I don’t think she heard me.  She wasn’t looking for advice, just a shoulder to cry.  I could do that, and I did.  Before it was done I got one shot to change her path, I opted for allegory.

                “Life is like a game of chess sweetheart, there are pawns and there is royalty.  At the end of the game the last one standing is usually the Queen.  She’s the one who runs the show.  Even the King, though royalty is her pawn.”

                I turned her face to see me as she was staring at her shoes.  Storm ravaged eyes met mine, blinking rapidly to stay the tears she refused to let fall.  I tried to gentle my next comment knowing it would be the last one I’d get to make.  She was already ready to bolt.

                “Don’t settle for being anyone else’s game piece baby, run your own board.”

                The last I saw of her was the flare of her loose over-shirt trailing behind her as she ran back up the pier toward the city.  I had stood there for an hour, hoping she’d run back.  She never did.

                I don’t know how many times I’d driven the loop and gotten back to the beginning on South Wacker before I caught up to the night I was on instead of one so long past.  Then, Maggie had made me stop and question everything I was and wanted.  Now, Cla’vis was doing the same.  The thrill of admission to the Manse was jaded as I realized it was not for the membership that I had been elated, but for access to see her.   I had subs by the dozen who I could call to come and go at my will.  The idea of driving out of my way to see one woman, a woman who had so easily left me at the door, left me unsettled. 

                Melancholy thoughts had led me to park with the valet at the Sheraton towers and walk to the pier.  Bubba Gump’s was packed as usual with the late starting, emerging bar crowd.  The line for the IMAX was slow but boisterous and the smell of theater popcorn mixed with the spray of the lake hitting the seawall.  I had passed them all by and watched the last of the evening lake boat tours pull away from their stall.  I had stopped halfway through the stained glass museum at the 24-hour McDonald's and got a coffee.  Sleep was a luxury for a less addled mind than mine tonight and not worth the hours of clock-watching to attempt.  I could not put the past in its place, nor the future on my radar. 

                I’d watched the sun come up behind the tower across the crisp morning wakes before I was decided.  My coffee, long gone cold had not been necessary.  I am what I am.  Pulling out my phone as I made my way back to land, I had dialed a sub I favored and pulled a tip and the fee for the valet while I made my arrangements.  I had turned for home with just enough time to shower, change, make it to the El station to catch my train and get to work before the opening bell.  The idea of returning to my routine was sour, and I found I didn’t like that.  I didn’t like it one bit.

The Dom's Diary: Jelly Legs

Teetering on the razor's edge;  I don't think  this is what Occam quite had in mind - that fine line between sanity and divine pleasure - but once over the edge, it's a free fall.

The Dom's Diary: Jelly Legs

by

Abyrne Mostyn

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It was only with sheer determination that I didn’t blow her head off with the load that sat knotted at the base of my shaft.  She paused after sitting all the way down and the tight glove that held me was nearly enough pressure to finish me.  Where the pearls had been like individual little fingers stroking in unison, this was a completely different sensation.  I wanted to buck and thrust and finish, but her hands on mine at the edge of the table made me try to wait.

She began rocking slowly. ..so slowly.  I nearly wept as I locked my jaw down and willed my release to hold.  Breathing through my nose was not nearly sufficient to get oxygen in, or enough to stay the hard pants that she was cultivating.  It became hard hitching breaths long before she sped up and raced my will as she claimed another orgasm before I let go.  I could not recall ever being dominated by a woman so thoroughly, and I had almost never allowed one to try.

I would love to believe that I had held out longer than I actually managed.  Almost as soon as I felt the trickle of her release coat my balls, I knew I was filling her with my own.  The torment of her earlier play had culminated in a release that left me gasping for air and jerking underneath her long after she stopped pumping.  I saw black and then I saw stars dot across her back as she raised the final time to disengage from me.  I understood why some men passed out to a dead sleep after sex, though I had never done so.  Good fucking was like that.  Take ‘em high, drop ‘em fast, and let them free fall.  What did that say about the sex I’d had up until now?  I didn’t want to think too hard on that.

She had moved off the table and was walking away asking about some Arnica for my stripes as I recovered.  She had loosened my bindings before she walked away and I had to wipe the sheen of perspiration from my face before sitting up.  I could only muster a grunt of affirmation at her offer. 

Shaking my head to knock my brain back online, I got down while she was turned, walking on jelly legs to the table of tools.  I had to chuckle to myself to see the trail of wax flakes that followed her path to the corner where she was again rummaging in her bag.  Her hair was damp to her back.  I was not the only one who had been worked over.

I took a condom from the bowl on the table, knowing you never go back to front without care and slipped it on my still rigid organ as quietly as I could manage.  I grabbed a small crop from the table too before walking over to her.  Fisting one hand in her hair, helping her to her knees with the other, I pushed her head down and to the side before I addressed her.  Her gasp of surprise was cut short by a flick of the crop.

“Danced a little close to that Sadism line, don’t you think?”

She chuckled.

“Close, but did you notice I didn’t cross it?”

“By whose definition darlin’?  Those pearls were quite tight.”

“Do you intend to return my wickedness?”

She was toying with me, and I was mixed minded about it.  She had managed to completely dominate me where others had always failed.  I was however, a Dom by nature, and there was something compulsory about letting her know I would have the last word.  Alternating the crop against her lower cheeks, I knew she was still wet, or wet again.  I could smell her.  The air between us, in what little space there was, was saturated with her.

I dropped the crop when her ass began to faintly glow, grabbing her hip and driving straight with mine.  Her cunt, my cock…no longer space between, I was back where I wanted to be…in control.  The edge of need was long gone after the release earlier as she rode and I now had plenty of time to enjoy the tight friction of her sliding along the ridge.  It was my turn to speed up and slow down in response to her mewling and make her wait. 

Twisting her hair in my hands, I brought her head up off the floor, spanking her open-handed across her ass, forcing her contortion to my will.  She was now the one hitching breath and gasping for air.  She was now the one wearing the goose bumps from dancing the edge that I was hanging her release from.  I knew if I were of a mind to flip her over that the tight bundle of nerves at the cleft of her sex, though untouched at this point, would be an angry, pulsing button that would ignite her release.  I left her on her knees.

Bucking harder once my own release teetered to come forth; she nearly beat me to it, but only ended up a fraction of a breath behind.  Letting go of her hair, I turned her carefully into my lap, shifting to sit once she had stopped quaking in the aftermath and I had pulled free.  Holding her close, we both seemed to take up the cause of aftercare.  She, with the bottle of Arnica she had in her hands when I caught up to her and me flicking the bits of wax from her breasts.  Whoever had clean up duty for this room was likely to be most unhappy with the puddle of wax and herbed oil, not to mention the brushed suede on the tilt.

It was long past full dark when we finally disengaged, dressed, and headed to the lower community room for a nightcap and goodbyes.  Ellis had the drinks on the bar within a second of our crossing into the room and had moved away to the other end of the length of teak.  We barely spoke, but the glances between us shouted.  We were both well satisfied, and would definitely be getting together again.  How much of the future would be sex was anyone’s guess.  I don’t think either of us had any idea.  Domination, hers I would guess, and mine I knew, had never been quite so fully about the actual act of fucking, though there was no denying the extreme pull between us as I could have taken her right there on the bar just thinking about it.

Finishing our drinks, she grabbed her satchel and I her elbow as we walked toward the door.

“Do you intend to direct me here as well Maisu?”

“No Pallaca.  I am a gentleman.  I would see you to your car.”

“That won’t be necessary, Ren has brought it around.”

Looking up, I saw one of the men from the first night that had helped Yessenia from the frame standing near the door with keys in hand.  It seems I was not needed beyond this place, something to think on.

“So I see.  Until next time then darlin’.  I can’t wait to see what else you have in your arsenal.”

“It will be my great pleasure.”

“And also mine.”

With that she had her keys and was out the door and to her car before I reached the steps.  I had to shuffle back before descending and turn as a voice caught me by surprise.  I did not realize Ren had followed us out.

“You must have done something right.  She seldom offers seconds.”

I nodded and turned to leave without another word.  I had much to think about.

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