Rite of Spring with The Goddess

Spring cannot arrive without the longing for a primal, ritualistic scene of massive proportions, with a sacrificial lamb (consensual, of course) surrendering to the deepest, darkest desires of The Goddess.

As music is always my magic wand, creating an atmosphere to spiral you into the depths of my devious doings, here is a taste of what you would experience in my presence.

A scene from the start of such a ritual, slowing peeling back the layers of my sacrificial lamb.

Bed and Breakfast at The Manor - An Erotic Story

"Hi!  I'm Joyce."

Her name is what first caught my eye, and reading her listing on a national site for local rentals intrigued me.  I travel a great deal in my work and I appreciate a quiet setting away from the bustle and crowds, yet I want to be close to the business district downtown.  I read that the bus route was located a block away and a quick 10 minute ride to my office building.  The biggest plus was the entire house, obviously an older vintage from the photos, would be at my disposal for the hostess was often on adventures of her own as a philanthropist in the performing arts.  

"Lovers of the classical arts will find old world charm and serenity during their stay."  That was another intriguing part.  Being an aficionado of classical music, I did not find it common to find this description in a listing.  Rarely did hosts have classical music available In the locations I had stayed around the country.   I had a sly curiosity to sneak a peek at music collections, often gathering enough evidence for admiration or ridicule based on what I found.  This point will be important further along in my story.

Reserving an overnight stay was simple.  I received a reply within the hour confirming the availability of the date and a few friendly comments welcoming me.  I didn't pay them much mind.  One can travel so often, as to become somewhat jaded with making travel arrangements.  But then she also apologized for being on the premises during my stay as she did not have plans to be away on the date I reserved.  She inquired if my preference would be to have the whole house to myself, and I assured her it was not necessary.  She promised she would be practically invisible and provide my every comfort.  And that is where this story takes a bit of a turn.

The date of my stay soon arrived.  Knocking at the door of a quaint older home I was surprised to see lovely woman perhaps 10-15 years older, sweet shy smile, classy and elegant.  Her voice drew me in... "Welcome to the manor"

She showed me around and led me to my room.  I had every amenity I could ask for, even a robe and slippers for wearing to the shared restroom.  And then I was left alone to unpack and unwind.  A fine bottle of wine and glass on the side table.

The strains of piano music could be heard in the distance.  I recognized it as a  Brahms Intermezzo. A well known piece, made popular to non-classical fans in some Tom Selleck movie.   I laid back on the bed to listen and relax and fell into a deep sleep.  I woke up starving.  Leaving my room and finding my hostess downstairs, I asked for her recommendations for dining nearby.   Even invited her to join me and we had a terrific time out.  Great conversation.  She was a really interesting, vibrant companion.  A welcome respite from the typical 'find the closest place and eat alone' scenario in my travels.  She suggested I would enjoy dessert back at the house, claiming she had just the thing for my sweet tooth, and I could enjoy that bottle of wine.

Back at the house we headed back to my room to retrieve the wine, when I noticed the tree with coils of rope hanging from the branches in my room.  Seeing my curiosity she stated, "I have unusual interests."

"Tell me more." I encouraged her.

In a flash of a second, my hands were bound together and she grinned up at me..."Surprise!"

And in the next moment my hands were pulled up and behind my head, as she secured the rope to my body.

"Wellllll," I laughed nervously.

Placing one hand on my chest and slowly inching me back into the wall, she murmured, "I like men.  Powerful men. Confident men.  Cute men."

"Thank you ," I stammered, still a bit surprised.

"Now, how about that dessert?" she asked, totally diffusing what was becoming rather uncomfortable for me.  Unsure of her intent, and ....errr...becoming rather aroused with her attention.  "Yes," I blurted out, "that sounds like a good idea."  However, she did not release me from my bounds, and instead quickly secured me somehow to points on the wall hidden by a curtain.  I had to speak up, "What ARE you doing?"  Laughing some more.

"Oh darling," she looked into my eyes.  "Exactly as I wish."  And proceeded to take off her panties and stuff them in my mouth, before she left the room.  I couldn't move, and just tried to catch my breath, thinking she's just having a bit of fun.  I saw the twinkle in her eyes.

I heard the piano music off in the distance again.  I love that piece, but was distracted as she returned and placed a tray of some decadent chocolate-y thing in front of me.  Wondering what she would do next, I waited quietly and to my surprise, my clothes were slowly removed as she admired and caressed me.  Really, what guy doesn't want some hot, older gal having her way with him, but this was a bit surreal.  When she got to my shirt, opened a few buttons, and slipped her hand inside over my bare chest, I could feel the heat emanating from her.  My eyes were half-closed in the pleasure of being touched in such a way, but immediately gasped as I felt something cold touch me in a place a deep shocking cold should never go.

What she did next with me and to me with that dessert was both disturbing and damn sexy, that is, after she finally removed her panties from my mouth.   She was so devilish and full of mischief.  The women I knew didn't have this confidence or sense of .......what was it?  A commanding, yet very sensual way about her.  I should be very clear and share that it never occurred to me that I was in danger, like some stories I had read about unwary travelers at BnB's in the news.

She reminded me that she had promised to provide my every comfort, and unbound the ropes from the wall long enough to urge me to lay down on the bed.  "I also promised you I would be practically invisible"

And at that point she quickly pulled a hood over my head, had me positioned on my stomach, and was securing the ropes on my wrists to the bed and adding binds to my ankles, so that I was bound spread-eagle to the bed.  I must be tired, I thought, for I was practically submitting to her every move.

Remembering her words, 'exactly as I wish,' I realized I was basically her captive to be toyed with, and frankly the rest of the night was a blur.  Punctuated throughout the night was the haunting piano music, almost as a mantra or a sensual symbol of her and she came and went, for I was locked in my room and completely at her mercy.  I would fall into a deep sleep from exhaustion after she explored me in ways I had never experienced, only to be roused by a soft caress or a murmuring in my ear and the now hypnotic sounds of the piano music.  "No, no, darling, I"m not through with you yet."  I never thought myself to be a kinky fellow, but the things she subjected me to were pushing me over the edge, and deeper and deeper as the night went on.  

I woke to the smell of coffee brewing and moved to sit up when I realized my wrists were still bound to the bed.  I had not dreamed it after all.  I called out, "Hello?  Joyce?"  A few moments later she entered, smiling and bright-eyed, with a tray of coffee and pastries, as I heard the familiar piano music in the background, "Good Morning, how did you sleep?"

An Erotic Story - My Trip to Elysium

Recently, Joy, or her kinkier persona - Joyce Fulbright, became certified in the practice of Bondassage and Elysium.  She is now offering that experience to all of us lucky guys, and even some ladies!  

From the website, I found the following basic description:

“Elysium stretches your sensual boundaries, transporting you to new realms of pleasure with soft, silk bondage and sensory focusing tools. Alternating soft brush strokes, excruciatingly slow massage, and expert caresses, Elysium brings you the ultimate sensual experience.....”

Joy told me that this was a must session to come for, so off I went!

She met me at the door, full of her trademark giggles, smiles, and hugs telling me I was I for a special treat…………and I was!

After my shower, she led me to her playplace, put me face down, and proceeded to tie my arms and legs to the table loosely with soft silken ties. This is an optional part of the session, but it does add to the sensory deprivation, even if they are not tight, and can be great fun when done by someone as trustful as Joy! When she was done with that, she added a blindfold, and put on a set of full coverage headphones which blocked out all sound, except the wonderful, relaxing, and perfect music.

She then proceeded to have her way with me, and treat me to one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had!

Because she deprived me completely of most my senses (except the important one of being touched), everything she did next was totally enhanced.

Whether it be a stroke, or a touch in a totally different and unexpected place, or just a little kiss somewhere, I never knew just what to expect next, and Joy was able to read my body language exquisitely, making sure that the next touch was going to do its magic!!

She was easily able to keep me hanging right on the edge for what seemed like forever, both before and after the flip, and the spill, when it finally came, was absolutely out of this world!

This was an extreme experience, full of total sensory overload, but carefully controlled by Joy to never cross into the realms of discomfort. It is an experience not to be missed, and I highly recommend you go and give it a test flight!!

You will not be disappointed!!!!!

Joy is extremely excited about these two new offerings, and she puts her all into it!

When I have recovered sufficiently, I will be back to try the more intense version, Bondassage!

Lady Fulbright's School of Service and Slave Training

School is now in session.

Lady Fulbright

Sincere students should apply HERE.

Santa has been naughty and Mrs. Claus NAILED him!

You know how it is.  Husbands overworking or straying from their responsibilities at home.  Mrs. Claus has the same problem and finally determined to put a stop to it.

Seriously, does she have to put up all the decorations and deck the tree alone.  Not this year!

How perfect for the Claus family Christmas letter!

Does she have to bake all the cookies and direct the elves to iron the napkins all alone? 
Not this year!

And how YUMMY his cookies were!  But the picture of Santa ironing was too pouty to share.  

Bad boy!

Does she HAVE to wait til December 26th to get any good luvin' from her honey?  Not this year!

Especially if she nails him down and has her way with him.  After all Santa's workshop is full of all the right materials for making exactly that happen.

This reminded Mrs. Claus of their younger years, when Santa Claus looked handsome as a lumberjack dressed in his flannel PJs and his wood was always ready for attention!

Thank goodness Mrs. Claus has some carpentry skills.

This has been the best Christmas season for Mrs. Claus YET!

An Erotic Story

The Neighbor

 

I am that nice guy neighbor down the street from you, in my well-kept house. I am friendly and cordial, always with a hello to my neighbors and a helping hand if asked, but I mostly keep to myself, and all you can guess of me is that I am either lifelong single or perhaps divorced a long time ago, but clearly a sweetheart of a guy. There is no guile to me – what you see is what you get.

 

I know similarly little about you. You are that nice woman up the block, living alone as far as I know, and likewise polite but not intrusive socially. Little do I know that behind closed doors you have adventures I only dream of.

 

One day you get curious and decide to find out about this quiet neighbor of yours. Perhaps I am gay. Perhaps I simply wish to be alone.  Perhaps I am creepier than I let on.  Perhaps I was just never lucky enough to find that special someone, and my introvert nature isn’t conducive to chasing women for one-night stands.  (That is your guess, and you are seldom wrong about people.)

 

So you come over to my house on a Friday evening, and breezily say, “I’ve seen you for years in the neighborhood, I think it’s silly that longtime neighbors should not know each other,” and you invite me over for tea the next day. Being merely cordial on the outside (but flattered and intrigued on the inside), of course I say yes.

At 2pm Saturday I knock on your door. You open it with that patented charming smile of yours, and I am instantly put at ease. We sit down, have a lovely cup of tea, find out a little about each other.  You quickly figure out that I am just as nice as you imagined, and probably just as lonely, and you know your inclinations about me were correct.

 

Then you show me a lovely roundish loveseat that you have in your living room. “Would you like to sit down with me here?” you coyly say, leaving unsaid the plain fact that the only way we can sit down in this loveseat is to be cuddled up closely together.

 

“Of course,” I say, intrigued at the prospect of being close to you but not allowing myself to believe that anything more than sitting together is what you have in mind. I have been alone for so long that I just don’t think that way anymore.

 

You invite me to sit down, and you tell me I’ll have to stretch out lengthwise for both of us to fit. You invite me to take off my shoes and socks, and of course I do. You slip in next to me, and the only way we fit on the mini-couch is for you to cuddle up close to me, put your head on my chest, and let me wrap my arm around you.

 

You take a deep breath and whisper, “Isn’t this nice?”

 

I concur, taking in the fact that I have not been this close to a woman in such a long time.

 

You put your hand on my chest and let it lie there, waiting for my reaction. Knowing men as you do, you can sense the thrill I feel, the simple yet profound gratitude at feeling a woman’s touch. You slowly start to move your hand across my chest, back and forth, sharing simple human touch and putting me into an almost hypnotic state.

 

Your questions about me disappear. You know me completely – I am not gay, I am not anti-social, I am not anti-sexual, I am not afraid of contact – on the contrary, I crave it perhaps more than anyone you know. You know that you are the greatest gift there could be in my life.

 

You know already that I will do anything you want. Your hand moves over my chest, over my stomach. You reach up and sensually touch my face, my eyes, my neck, my ears. You lean over close and kiss my neck as I convulse with pleasure.

 

You slowly unbutton my shirt, using a single finger to stroke down my breastbone, making me arch with joy.

 

My shirt finally open, you lean over and place your lips over my nipple, licking it and driving me wild with desire.

 

As for me, I still cannot believe this. Never in my life has such a casual encounter turned into this kind of life-changing experience. This just doesn’t happen.

 

You know exactly what I’m thinking. You know I still can’t register that this is really happening. “But it is,” you think to yourself with a knowing smile. You know exactly what you are doing to me, you know how enthralled I am, and you love the power you have in being able to give such pleasure.

 

My shirt fully unbuttoned, you finally make it plainly sexual. Your hand goes down, down, down, until you are circling my cock, but of course it was at full attention long before you got this far. My eyes are closed, I can no longer think, I am hypnotized by the pleasure.

 

Finally you stand up, and wordlessly take my hand. You help me stand up (I am nearly helpless), and you lead me over to the massage table. My shirt already unbuttoned, you kneel down, unbutton my pants, and take them down along with my boxers. I am nude before you.

 

You grasp me by the and and lead me to the massage table. I feel I am in a different universe, I still do not grasp that this is the sexual world I lost so long ago.

You lay me down on the massage table, put a pillow behind my head, and then wordlessly grasp a cord you have nearby and tie it to my left ankle, and then to the support post on the massage table. You repeat the same with my right.

 

Still in my semi-hypnotic state, I lie there and comply wordlessly.

 

You then grasp my left wrist, and similarly tie it to the massage table support to my upper left, and then do the same with my right wrist.

 

I am now tied down, helpless. I know what is happening but my logical brain can’t accept it. In fact, all of my thinking capabilities are shut down. I am in the moment, simply experiencing, with no idea and no expectation of what will come next.

 

Now it’s your turn. You understand full well what mush you’ve turned me into, and you are fully aware that at this point I am your sexual slave.

 

So you decide why not take some pleasure for yourself. A couple of touches, a couple of licks, and I am fully erect.

 

You position yourself over me and mount me. I am helpless, I can do nothing but twitch uncontrollably. You have utter control. You move up and down, back and forth, in and out, finding whatever motions maximize your own pleasure. I am your plaything. You know your own body best, and you use that to your advantage. You build your own pleasure, bit by bit by bit, until you are trembling.

 

As for me, I have entered an unknown world. The pleasure I feel and the mental place I’m in are completely foreign to me. All I know is that this is better than I ever imagined Heaven could be.

 

You tremble and climax - once, twice, a third time. In my muddled mental state, I lose count. Four times? Seven times? Who am I to know. But I see your face, distorted by the pleasure, and even in my compromised state I am gratified.

 

With you finally satiated, now you narrow your eyes and decide it’s my turn. You sit on the table, slide your thighs under mine, and move close so your mouth is positioned directly over my cock.

 

I cannot believe any of this.

You bend over, close your mouth over me, and begin to deliver the greatest pleasure I have ever experienced. I twitch, I convulse, I lose all control. But I am helpless.  I cannot stop this no matter what I do.  I surrender to the fact that I am yours.

 

I have no idea what you do. I have no idea who I am. I have no idea that a world outside this room even exists.

 

And why should I?

 

An Erotic Story

M'Lady Teases and Pleases

How does one describe an experience like Miss J.F.!
Ecstasy on steroids, no... that would be pale in comparison to her sensual, seductive nature. When meeting her you are swept away by her warmth and truly personal expressions. What one imagines is a reality that transcends you into a place of true sensual bliss and anticipation...
Joy knows how to tease and please, whilst taking you to the next level of expectation. Ever so much dost she administer her pleasure to ones desire all the while ensuring ones desire grows. A true blissful experience unfolds.
Wearing a body stocking of fishnet. Voice and hands so commanding yet gentle... seductive... and every so enticing... commanding and firm.
Senses tingling with anticipation... the warmth of her hands, the music, the instruments she plays upon your body... as you float in and out... bliss and more!
Ah the fanciful delights of ones mind blindfolded and wondering, wandering into an experience of true mischievous pleasure.

This was my fantasy or my reality? Either way highly recommended for all to enjoy.
Always my Lady, always. *bows and kisses thy hand til next we meet.