Cheeks @ MindSay

The penthouse door opened to a spacious room with an open foyer where they were greeted by a young man in a black, silver and red vinyl army Captain’s uniform of classic European fashion, complete with stiletto boots, officer’s cap, and riding crop. He didn’t bother to look at the invitation verification, snapped to attention with a smart salute, eyes forward with a bright smile of recognition.   

With a snap of his fingers, his aide, a young man with shoulder length white blond hair, appeared from around the desk. He wore only a heavy leather chest harness, leather cuffs and a collar, each with rings for easy attachment and binding. Around his waist was a modest leather apron angle cut so that an erection would push it to the side, with a thong running, like hers, between and around his legs to the waistband.  She giggled as she noticed that he had the same adjustable nipple clips with the chain running down his belly as she did.

“We’re twins!”  She smiled as she let him peek at the clips and squealed as he pulled his apron aside and showed how his was attached to his pierced cock and Prince Albert.  She noticed the welts, the same length and width of the riding crop, could be seen running across his thighs and cock.

They were both giggling when he got a very sharp whack with the riding crop across his bare butt.  His eyes flashed for a second and he smiled at her and rolled his eyes, making her laugh more.   He asked their drink orders and went sharply to retrieve them, bowing and backing away on tippy toes very dramatically.  The Captain, adjusting his vinyl uniform and caressing his riding crop, raised an eyebrow and dismissed his aide away. She was blushing red from laughing and did her best to stand quietly still.

“There are four vanity rooms for this evening sir. The pedestal is the center piece in front of the main balcony. Did you have any others in your party?”

“Yes two”   

The Captain took her hand and held it high, twirling her.  He kissed her on each cheek, and gave her his card according to European military protocol. “At your service miss”

She blushed again and curtsied ever so slightly.

They made their way through the other guests when ‘the aide’ arrived with their drinks.  She sipped and took a deep breath, smelling the caterer’s food tables.
”Are you hungry?” 

“Ohh yes, please”  She smiled sweetly for reading her mind and kissed him lightly. He motioned again to the aide who appeared promptly and accepted her leash.

“May I ask why you were asked to hold my leash?”  She asked the aide and slipped him sips of her drink.

“So no one will bother you. No one would be so rude to touch your leash, but there are those who would take an opportunity to see if you were available.”
”I see, I think”

“He’s making it clear that you are not available. Everyone will notice this little gesture”

She raised her head and straightened her back, holding her drink in front of her and waited patiently on her leash for him and hoping the aide was right and others did notice the gesture  . . . and smiled thinking of him.

He returned with food, and Perrier, accepted her leash and gave his card to the aide who would be rewarded later for his courtesy.  He led her to a small corner alcove where she could see the rest of the room.  He fed her bites of kabob, couscous, pita and olives.  She watched the crowd throughout the room.  The vinyl fetishes stood out with the bright colored PVC, one with a stark white PVC nurses uniform with a red cross, the ladies wearing tight corsets, thongs, garters and stockings.  The leather boys and leather ladies and the pony girls. 

He motioned to ‘the aide’ again, handed over her leash and had him escort her to refresh herself.   She was led to one of the master bathrooms where ‘the aide’ held her leash high indicating for her to stand still as he unfastened her dress, undressed her and carefully released the clamps on her nipples and clit.  She blushed and they both giggled a little as he adjusted the harness loosening the front straps, where she could sit then freshen herself but keeping the dildo in place. 

She modestly sat, and stared into his eyes as he held her leash.  She stood again, washed, checked herself and turned and stood silently in front of him as he adjusted her harness so her cunt was properly presented, reattached all three clips, adjusted them for comfort and redressed her.

“All better now?”  the aide, checked her again to  make sure she was perfect

“Yes, very. Thank you kind sir”  She wondered if he noticed she was wet from his attention when he reconnected the clip to her hood.

He presented her back to her master, accepted two more cards and returned them to The Captain, who gave him a hard whack with his crop for a job well done.  She sat close and offered a kiss and parted her legs slightly as he peeled her dress back from her legs and ran his finger down the silver chain to her clit and stroked her.  She glanced to see a few guests looking at him petting her, her thighs were wet, her clit was throbbing and she covered his mouth with hers  . . .

A few moments later, the lights dimmed slightly and a spotlight appeared over the pedestal and she looked up to see a very pretty blond with short hair step up . . .

He pulled her cover back revealing her to the cool air and the fireplace, knelt behind her and pushed her head aside with his kisses, to expose her throat.  She raised her face offering her mouth and felt his kisses and firm bites on her neck.  His cock pressed against the small of her back and she felt the ache begin and her senses swirl. . .

She was bound with her wrists behind her with the rope running to her ankles . . . he adjusted pillows behind her back and her head so that she could lay on her side, filled and clinched his hand with her hair and arched her back a bit and tightened her bindings. She turned her head, parted her lips and invited his kiss.  His mouth covered hers and he ran his hands over her throat. . . breasts and tummy . . . She parted her legs slightly and he wet his fingertips from the lips of her pussy . . .

She raised her eyes to him and watched as he looked at her body.  With her back arched, her breasts were full and pushed out, nipples firm . . . her waist tapered slightly enhancing the curves of her hips . . . her cunt wet and pushed forward . . . her body helpless and available.

He slid his hand between her thighs and felt her move her hips inviting his fingers to slide inside her and heard her whispers.  He moved again behind her, from her sight and she closed her eyes and let herself float on the sensation of being captive and helpless. She began to burn inside wanting the intensity to build and she could smell her scent and his, how sticky her thighs were at the thoughts flowing through her.  She took a short breath at his touch, moaned when she felt him spread her cheeks and opened herself as he pushed the glass dildo into her ass.   She lowered her head and let her breath out slowly as she felt him push the full length of it into her.  His fingers opened her cunt and massaged her clit as she relaxed a bit then felt the surge building from her cunt and tried to move against his fingers . . . she felt her flow from her cunt on the back of her thighs and whimpered at his soft praises of her cunt and scent.

Two quick moves and he fastened and adjusted clamps to her nipples, paused until her eyeys met his and then tightened them slightly more. As she watched he attached a third clip to the hood and pulled with tender pressure until she moaned from the sweet pain and the heat that pushed away the cool air and highented each little pleasure. Her clit pulsed, ached and burned for attention, and she let out her breath and came as he spread her open and pushed firmly.  She felt herself floating on the pain and imagined herself bound and displayed. She blushed red and came again at his whisper and thought only about being used as a thing for his cock, his pleasure . . . and selfishly wanting to be pushed futher into the depths of the fire she knew she wanted to burn in.

She felt the tresses of the deerskin flogger a second before the sugar sting of it hitting her nipples and turned her breasts to him inviting more . . .

Without a word he led her nude on her leash to their bedroom and stood her at the foot of the bed. He dropped her leash and she immediately began to kneel. He put his fingertips to her lips and she stopped, kissed his fingers and raised her eyes to him, and waited.  He had been in a quiet mood, affectionate and attentative. She began her day showering him, offering herself for him to explore as she soaped, rinsed and wrapped him in his robe for his shave.  After morning coffee he'd made a list for town, had her present herself and he fucked her wrapped in a blanket in front of the fire.  She'd been curled up warm and sleepy when he took her leash and led her here.

As he ran his hand over her breasts and down her tummy, she noticed he had laid her clothes out for her, a sweater, a modest skirt,  stockings and heels. She closed her eyes and parted her legs a bit as his fingers slid between her lips and over her clit, and felt his hand cup her breasts and pinch her nipples.  Standing behind her he gently pushed her forward towards the bed. She arched her back, reached behind her and spread her cheeks for him.

"Very good My Pet. Open."   His fingers stroked the tenderest flesh, he lubricated and inserted a medium size dildo up her ass. She relaxed a bit and reached for his hand and guided him until it was fully inside her. He massaged her clit as he connected a thin steel chain to the eyelet in the end of the dildo.  He raised her up and pulled the chain firmly against her clit, up over her navel and to the small ring on the front of her collar.  

She raised her arms and put her hands behind her head, arched her back and presented her nipples to him, before he could ask. She felt her pride as she watched him and then look into her eyes praising her anticipating him. Next he pinched her nipples and connected a firm clamshell clamp to each nipple, a thin pad along the edge kept the pressure firm, but did not allow her flesh to be torn. A chain ran from each clamp and connected to the center chain. He attached another longer length of chain to the back of her collar, down between her cheeks and connected to the end of the dildo. 

With her collar secured she had to hold her head erect and high. When she stooped, turned her head too much, or if he desired to pull the chains taught, they put pressure on her nipples, her clit and her asshole. He ran his fingers under the chain testing the fit, and she felt the sensation of the thin steel against her clit, the clamps holding her nipples firm, and she gasped slightly and felt her cunt make the chain slick and sweet sliding over her clit.

She took a deep breath feeling the sensations move over her like little buttons of pressure and sweet agony and raised one foot then the other as he slid her stockings on.  She moaned and whimpered when he caressed her thighs as he pulled her stockings tight. She stepped into the skirt as he pulled it up around her waist, stepped into her heels and raised her arms slowly over her head as he slipped the sweater over her. The sweater fit where it pressed the clamps lightly and rubbed her nipples when she moved, the neck high enough to just cover the sight of the chains attached to her collar.

She tried to supress a smile and looked up at the ceiling as her nipples ached, pulsed and brushed against the sweater, and whimpered again. He straightened her skirt and slid his hand between the pleat, put his fingers between her wet lips and the chain and increased the tension. He reached around, and slid his hand from behind and did the same making her whimper each time. She was available front and rear and the chains, or dildo, could be easily manipulated as he wanted, and were invisible to anyone looking at her.

He led her a few steps around the end of the bed, having her sit and then cross her legs. She moved carefully and closed her eyes sensing and feeling the pull, the pressure and the massage of the chain, feeling different sensations from differnent places at once was a mixture of anxiety, stimulation and stings. The chain between her legs was slippery wet and the dido in her ass pressed sweetly when she sat.

He looked into her eyes watching her reaction. She carefully put her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, tilted her head and parted her lips seeking a kiss. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him, changing the pressure on the chains. As he kissed her he slid his hand under her sweater and pulled upward slightly on the chain that ran down her back. She raised her arms, just a bit and felt the pinch on her nipples, as the chain pressed her clit, the dildo moved in her ass, and she moaned and pressed against his kiss.

He called for the Towne Car and wrapped her in her long coat against the cold wind. She sat easily as she got in and snuggled into her spot close to him as he opened her coat around her pulled her close.

Rainbows, butterflies, fluffy bunny slippers, and puffy clouds, rays of golden sunshine, fresh raspberries, crisp apples and fuzzy fleece blankets. puppies and kittens, rosy cheeks and toothy grins.

there... it's a happy post. yay.

Tens of Thousands show up to protest the war.  When I first met a Colorectal Surgeon,  I said, "hey its nice to meet you--but  do you mind if we don't shake hands."  He said that he was misunderstood and much maligned.  He slaved away in the heart of darkness--working where the sun don't shine.  He said he is ignored--just as Congress is ignored by George W. Bush.  George's Contempt of Congress is growing every day.  It is going faster and faster like a roller coaster.

Bush showed his Contempt of Congress at a meeting with Congress. The following are notes from the meeting.

1. "Take it easy, Senator. You're boldly going where no man has gone before!

2. "Find Amelia Earhart yet?"

3. "Can you hear me NOW?"

4.. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"

5. "You know, in Arkansas , we're now legally married."

6. "Any sign of the trapped miners, Senator?"

7. "You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out..."

8.. "Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!"

9. "If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit!

10. "Hey Senator, let me know if you find my dignity.."

11. "You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?"

12. "God, now I know why I am not gay."

And the best George Bush Quote of all..

13. "Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up here

Bush said that he must save his failed presidency.  He stated that he might not be able to save face.  But, if he has to kill every man, woman and child in Iraq,  he will make every effort to save face.