Hidden Thoughts

18+ only. Can’t stop thinking about you.

[petthekitty]

Basement

Part II

I’m not sure if I dosed off a bit or just didn’t hear him approach, but I heard music growing louder and I was instantly on alert. My heart was racing. The song playing was “Pain” by Boy Harsher. I recognized it from when him introduced it to me when we started talking. He never turns the music up loud because he likes to hear me moan. Or scream. Or cry. He likes to hear all of it.

I knew what was happening and wanted nothing more than to tell him how sorry I was for talking too much and for being lazy, but I also knew if I spoke, it would be worse. So, I sat there, my breath caught in my throat, trembling just a bit. He removed the blindfold from my eyes but they didn’t have to adjust much because it was still very dark in the room. I was almost unable to see anything at all. He undid the nipple clamps, slapping my tits hard with his open palm. Two times, three times he slapped them, and I gasped and held my breath. He wanted it to hurt and it did.

He moved his body closer to me, towering over me, I could feel the heat radiating from him, and he ordered me to open my mouth. I did. He put his thumb inside my mouth and said “wider”. I opened wider. I was here to do as I was told. He moved closer and slid his hard cock into my warm, wet mouth. He slowly pushed it to the back of my throat, holding it there so I would choke before he pulled out. When he pulled out, he slapped my face, then told me to open my mouth again, and I did. He fucked my mouth until I was choking again before stopping. He reached around to unhook the collar from the bar that it was still affixed to, then bent down to unhook the handcuffs from the pole but moved my hands to the front, securing the cuffs again.

He was rough when he pulled me up, his grip tight on my arm, and it was times like this when I fully realized how strong he actually is. How much he can hurt me. I was still shaking and he whispered “are you scared”? I answered “yes”. I think this made him smile, but I couldn’t see in the dark room, I only felt the smile. His movements were quick and rough, throwing me onto the mattress, climbing up behind me. He turned me, face down to the mattress, secured the handcuffs above my head to the headboard and I pulled my legs up under me, my ass up, spanking me hard. I gave a little wince, face buried in the mattress. Without hesitation he thrust his dick inside me; he wasn’t gentle, and his hips pounded against my ass with every thrust. He wasn’t gentle pulling me back into himself, his fingers digging into my skin, as he pushed forward. My arms stretched above me, handcuffs pulling tight against the metal headboard they were hooked to. He was relentless and I started to moan but he reached up and pushed my face harder into the mattress. It was hard to breathe. He must have known I couldn’t breathe and he pushed harder and harder. I knew I had to remain quiet no matter what happened, this was a lesson in silence. He spanked my ass over and over with the hand that didn’t have my face pushed down; I was turning red and sore. At this point I was crying, wanted it to stop, but he kept going. Harder, faster. He liked it when I cried and I knew it would hurt me more, but I couldn’t stop crying. Finally, when I was fucked raw he turned me over, crawled up close to my face, opened my mouth with his fingers and I felt his cum on my tongue. It tasted salty and thick and when he finished cumming, he closed my mouth and held it shut until I swallowed. Tears were running down the sides of my face. He wiped at my tears, bent down, kissed my forehead.

The rape had been rough and there were still tears running down my cheeks as he led me to the bath. He turned on the water, not too hot, and let the water fill. He stepped into the tup, bringing me with him and we both sat down in the warm water. I leaned back against his chest and he held me until I stopped crying. Softly he whispered “what did we learn today”? In a shaky voice I asked “daddy, may I speak”? He said yes. “I should be seen, not heard, and I should be good and finish my chores”. “Good girl” he replied. He took the washcloth with soap and started cleaning me with the most gentle touch. When he was satisfied I was clean, we went upstairs to bed.

[petthekitty]

Basement

Part I

I was bad earlier that morning, talking too much and I didn’t finish my chores so I was spending the afternoon in the bedroom in the basement. He brought me down here early in the afternoon, stripped me naked, put duct tape over my mouth, and handcuffed my hands behind my back so I couldn’t remove the tape from my mouth. This is where I stay until daddy decides I’m a good girl again. The basement is either a place for punishment or play. I had nothing to do but think about what I did, and sleep, but wasn’t really sorry for my behavior, yet. A while later, I began to hear voices upstairs, smelled food being cooked, and knew there were some other people in the house; probably some of his friends had come over for a bit.

When I heard the voices above me though, I was wondering why I wasn’t brought back upstairs for dinner. After a while, I heard the door to the basement open and footsteps coming down, my anticipation grew as he descended.

He knew just by looking at me that I hadn’t thought enough about my behavior earlier, wasn’t really sorry, and he was frustrated with me. He pulled me to the edge of the bed by my ankle and flipped me over onto my stomach. I knew he wanted to spank me but wouldn’t risk anyone upstairs hearing him. Instead, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, spread my legs further apart, and pushed his cock inside me. Hard. He held it there a moment before pulling back out slowly, then pushed inside me again, hard enough for a little moan to escape me. Just as quickly, he pulled out, fixed his pants, and lifted me off the bed to stand. He just wanted to get his dick wet. But I knew that wasn’t the end that night because he started walking me out of the main bedroom, through the basement, and into the play room. That’s what he called it. It was dark and a little messy. Very dark. A mattress with bare sheets lying on a metal bed frame that was fixed with restraints, and toys hung from hooks on the walls. “You’ll learn the lesson, one way or another” he whispered into my ear. His breath was hot on my neck and it made things inside me tighten and get wet. He knew it would. He turned me around to face him then removed the tape from my mouth, softly so it didn’t hurt, and kissed my lips, lingering to taste me. I looked up at him, softly smiled.

I thought he would strap me down to the mattress but he had something else in mind. He walked me to the darkest corner. There was a metal bar that was fixed to the ground as well as the ceiling, and it had a slight angle bending backwards towards the wall with several points for attachment along it as well. He put me on my knees with my back to the bar and locked the handcuffs to the lowest mount on the bar. I opened my mouth to speak but he quickly slapped my face, shutting me up. It stung and a little tear formed in the corner of my eye. He smiled when he saw the tear but didn’t bother to wipe it away. He grabbed the collar from the wall and buckled it around my neck. It was comfortable but tight, and had a little bell on the front. I only wore it while down here. Then he put his hand on my chest and pushed me back against the bar so the clip on the collar would lock to the bar at just the right height so I would be unable to move much, if any. He liked the angle because it made my tits push forward and made me more vulnerable. This is when he liked to use the nipple clamps, so he grabbed a pair and clipped them to my nipples, pinching each a little harder than necessary as he did. He wanted my nipples extra sensitive for later. He also went and got the small cushion to put below my knees, which was really sweet to do, and I looked up wanting to speak, but I knew better. My cheek still stung a little. That’s when he bent down and said “go ahead, you can thank me”. Immediately I responded “thank you, daddy”. Lastly, he took a blindfold and covered my eyes, bending to kiss my forehead, then left to return to dinner. He left the tape off my mouth as a test, to be sure I learned my lesson to be silent. I’m not sure how much time passed but eventually everyone upstairs left and the house was quiet. It felt as though a substantial amount of time passed, so much so that I began to wonder if he had also left. It wouldn’t be the first time he did that, but I didn’t know where he would have gone that late at night.

To be continued…

[petthekitty]

Getting to wake up and suck your cock as part of my “morning routine” would be amazing, sir

[petthekitty]

I was upset I wasn’t getting enough attention lately so I decided to be a bit of a brat all day. We were running errands, you driving, and I kept messing about in my seat, messing with the radio, the windows. Every store we walked in I walked slowly so you kept having to stop and wait for me to catch up. So much so, that you started grabbing my wrist and pulling me along beside you, which I actually loved, so I knew it was working. I kept asking you to buy me things then got mad when you said no. Your patience was wearing thin and it made me smile a little on the inside.

We had one last stop to make and I was already complaining about it. When we pulled into the gas station it was pretty crowded. There were about 5 or 6 bikers off to the side, several cars with people standing and pumping gas, and a few people just standing around by the entrance as well.

When we parked we were at the busiest pump and I immediately complained asking why you did that. You ignored my question, parked, turned off the car then just turned to look at me. I couldn’t help it but smiled a little. That was it. You got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, opened my door, grabbed my arm and pulled me out.

You always pumped the gas so I didn’t know what you were doing, but you pulled me over to the drivers side where the pump was. With this action, there was a little attention our direction and it was slightly embarrassing. You told me, in a strict voice, to open the gas cap. So I did. You told me to get the pump and start pumping gas, so I did. Again, louder than you needed to. But when I started pumping gas, I set the lock to just automatically pump, as people do, and you replied with “so now you have time on your hands, nothing to do?” You grabbed my arm and I could tell more people were looking over now. You pushed my back against the side of your car and put your hand over my mouth, a signal I knew that I was meant to be silent. I was. You put my hands behind my back, squeezing them a bit, which I knew as a signal to keep them there. I did. Then you lifted my shirt, knowing I wasn’t wearing a bra because you told me not to wear one that morning, you exposed my breasts. With one hand you held my shirt up, the other grabbed my right breast. I knew everyone looking and everyone could see. You bent over and licked my nipple making sure it was hard but stood back a bit making sure everyone watching could see. And everyone was definitely watching. The gas kept pumping and you used the time to suck on my tits, fondling and playing with me while I squirmed in silence. We both finally heard the pump click to stop. You lowered my shirt, told me to put the pump back, handed me cash, and made me go inside to pay. You knew everyone would be staring at me and knew what happened. I was humiliated, but I deserved it.

[petthekitty]

Saturday afternoon

We only have one rule in the house, that is that Daddy’s rules are to be followed at all times, by everyone.

One of your rules is that all pool time fun is to be topless. We have a high fence around the yard, about 10’, so there’s never any issues, but you have to be aware that once in the yard, the rule applies. The pool is cooled in the summer and heated in the winter so it’s used year round, but not just by us. We enjoy entertaining and will often have neighbors, friends, or an occasional coworker over for a cookout and swim. It’s the best place to relax.

This particular Saturday afternoon we invited over two neighbor couples and three of my female coworkers who had been here before. Everyone was either relaxing in the pool or getting some sun in one of the chairs on the patio, music playing, food cooking.

I secretly loved the idea of seeing these women out and about in every day life, knowing I’ve seen them topless in our pool, knowing that you know what they look like naked or nearly naked.

Later in the day, we decided to all play adult Marco Polo, where one man was blindfolded and in the pool with all the topless women. When the man caught a woman, he was allowed 30 seconds to do anything he wanted to her. I blindfolded you and spun you around a few times, quickly swimming away. You yelled Marco as we all responded Polo, all laughing and splashing around, until you finally caught Anna, Tom’s wife, who happened to be our neighbors next door. Knowing you only had 30 seconds, you turned her around so her back was against your chest, wrapping one hand around her throat you used the other to fondle her tits. You wanted me to see, wanted me to be jealous, and I was. I was jealous of both of you. Just before the time ended, you reached down and ripped off her bikini bottom.

I forgot that other rule to the game. If a man catches you and removes a piece of clothing, you have to keep that piece of clothing off for the remainder of the game, to make it more enticing for another man who catches you.

Anna was now naked, but giggled and she swam away from you as you removed the blindfold.

The next man blindfolded was Anna’s husband, Tom. Tom was quick to catch Marie who was one of my friends from work. Tom kissed Marie, pulling her against him, and he too removed her bikini bottom, making sure he ran his fingers along her pussy pushing his fingers inside her when he did it.

This went on until the three men had successfully removed all the clothing from all of us six women.

Now that we were all naked, we blindfolded all three men, everyone was laughing and splashing around yelling Marco or Polo. Whenever a man caught a woman his prize was that he got to slip his dick inside her and fuck her until he correctly guessed who she was. There was a lot of screaming, and laughing, and fucking. I was silent and stood off to the side in one end of the pool, watching, because I was only interested in fucking one man, and that was you. I knew you would find me eventually. I watched you catch and fuck our neighbor Anna, and two of my coworkers, Sara and Erin, before you caught me. I think you knew right away it was me, but I tried my hardest to stay silent so you wouldn’t guess. You fucked me until I came, then kept going. I giggled and let out a gasp and you leaned in to whisper in my ear “go pick a girl for me”. I kissed you and swam off, returning quickly with Emma. Nothing had ever happened between you and Emma before and I wanted you to try her. I stayed close by, moving my hands over both of your bodies as you fucked her hard against the concrete of the pool. When you were ready to cum, you pushed her away, grabbed me, and pushed your hard cock inside me just as you came.

After you finished, you took off your blindfold but stayed inside me and we floated off to a far corner of the pool, kissing and holding each other until the others finished playing the game.

Everyone was satisfied and happy and starting to leave for the night. Marie actually left with Tom and Anna and went to their house to continue the evening.

We climbed into bed and fell fast asleep.

[petthekitty]

I like thinking about you all day long.

[petthekitty]

Dinner

I couldn’t help being late, traffic was terrible, but I knew you wouldn’t be happy with me. You being disappointed in me was all I could think about as I turned the key in the lock to the front door and it made me sick to my stomach. I’m never late coming home, so there was tension I felt as I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. I could tell you already made dinner because the smell was overwhelming, and delicious, but you weren’t at the dinner table. I walked through the house and saw you sitting on the couch, plate of food on the table next to you, steam rolling off it into the air.

I knew. I knew what you wanted so there was no need for words. I disappeared into the bathroom to strip naked, quickly as I could. I came back out and hurried over to the couch, sitting on my knees on the cushion next to you, I up tall as you passed me your plate. Taking a bite of food on the fork, I held it up for you to eat and you made eye contact with me as you took it in your mouth. We were quiet as I fed you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.

Quickly, I got up, brought your dishes to the kitchen and washed them before putting them in the dishwasher. I knew any delay would make things worse for me.

Walking back to the living room I laid down across your lap with my ass slightly elevated, ready. I held my breath as I felt your hand slap my ass. At least you were using your hand, and not the paddle; that meant you weren’t as mad as I thought. I was relieved and silently took each spanking like a good girl. When you finished I had tears running down my cheeks, we stood, my head low, and you bent down, picked me up, and carried me to bed. After you undressed, you pulled me across the bed, spreading my legs and gave me soft kisses all the way down my body. Your buried your mouth in my pussy, licking and sucking, with your fingers playing just around the outside of my vagina, only now and then sneaking inside just a little. I moaned loudly when I came, gasping. I knew you were satisfied. We fell asleep with the cool air from the fan blowing across our bodies.

[petthekitty]

Woke up wet, thinking about you

[petthekitty]

wassup pretty

Hey

[petthekitty]

Wondering if I should be good or bad today

[petthekitty]

I find myself speeding everywhere I drive in hopes a state trooper will pull me over, handcuff me, and make me suck his cock as punishment.

[petthekitty]

Maybe I’ll start leaving my door unlocked at night.

[petthekitty]

Was this his way of testing me?

A prequel to my previous story. Also non-fiction.

Same boyfriend. I was 15, he was 26 when this happened.

As I said, we lived off the coast, by a lot of beaches, and most of them were very commercialized and extremely busy. But the locals, like us, knew of the quieter, more secluded, places to go. Still public beaches, but a lot less people around.

Just a typical day at the beach, roasting in the sun, going for a dip in the water when you got too hot. We all went as a group, me, my boyfriend, two of his friends and one of my girlfriends. There were maybe 30 or so other people in this small area of the beach, not many at all.

After a few hours of being there, we all went out into the water to try to cool off. I think it was June, and it was hot. My boyfriend and I went a little further away from the group so we could hold each other and kiss. I wrapped my legs around him because he was a little too far out in the water for me to be able to stand on my own. I loved the way the water felt on my skin, how it covered us just enough. I didn’t notice at first because his hands were all over my body, but he untied the top of my bikini then slipped it off completely. I gasped and tried to reach for it but he held it out of reach and threatened to drop me in the water, so I held on tighter. I couldn’t even see where he put my top, later finding out he slipped it in the pocket of his bathing suit but for all I knew in that moment, he could have dropped it in the water. He held me by the waist and lifted me just enough out of the water so he could wrap his mouth around my nipple and suck on it. I was calling his name and trying to squirm away, thinking someone had to be seeing this. But he held me tight and moved his mouth to my other breast, licking, then sucking my nipple, harder this time and it made my pussy tighten and tingle. I couldn’t help it. I looked around, mortified but also turned on. I saw everyone we came with looking over at us and I looked away quickly. He lifted me further out of the water and threw me back into a small wave and I went down under the water. When I came back up he was swimming back to the shore, quickly. I called out to him but he kept going so I started after him. I called to my friend also, to help me. We were all heading for the beach at that point. He reached it first and pulled my top out of his pocket, holding it in the air and smiling at me. I called again for him to come back and he said absolutely not, he wasn’t going to do that. So I covered my breasts and ran out of the water towards him. I wasn’t aware of what my friend was doing or where his friends were. But one of them reached me, grabbed my arm, and pulled it away from my breast, exposing me. I stumbled as he pulled at me and he grabbed my other arm, holding them now behind my back. I couldn’t focus. I didn’t know who was around me or what else was happening. I only saw my boyfriend moving closer to me, that smile on his face, he bent down and sucked on my nipple again, using his other hand to pinch my other nipple. His friend was laughing in my ear, still holding onto me. I could hear my friend calling my name but everything happened so quickly and I had no idea where she was. Later found out that my boyfriend’s other friend was holding her back by the arm so she couldn’t help me.

This probably only lasted seconds, but it felt like forever and my face was red and hot from embarrassment. His friend let go of my arms and my boyfriend pulled back and held my bikini top out to me so I could take it back. I grabbed it quickly and covered myself again. I walked as fast as I could past him to grab my towel and turned to see my friend following me, thank goodness. Her face was red too, she was calling after me but I couldn’t stop and I couldn’t think. I just walked as fast as I could to the small restroom they had there, nothing more than a wooden hut really. We locked ourselves inside a stall and I put my top back on, tears streaming down my face. I was shaking a bit and it took me a while to calm down. We finally stepped out of the stall and there they all stood, my boyfriend and his two friends. All of them smiling and my boyfriend saying over and over that it was a joke, trying to hug me. I told him it wasn’t funny and I didn’t appreciate it, I was embarrassed. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and whispered in my ear “I can do that anytime I want, and you’ll let me, and you’ll like it”. I was too stunned to respond.

He stepped away from me and said we were leaving and just like that, it was as if it didn’t happen. They all started talking about who knows what, making their way to the car. On the ride home though, he let my friend sit in the passenger seat and I had to sit in the back between his two friends.

He dropped my girlfriend and I off at my house, they all left. We were having a sleepover and my friend was nearly hysterical all night, telling me over and over that I needed to break up with him and asking what kind of person does that to someone they care for, telling me he’s horrible for doing that. She warned me, and I should have listened. But I didn’t.

[petthekitty]

“Good girl” Nonfiction

I was 15 when I started dating the first guy I had sex with. I was so in love with him. He used to write poems and give me roses he grew himself. He was sweet, and kind, and made me feel special.

He had a boat. It was small, but big enough for a few people. We were out on the water all the time, day and night.

We had sex on that boat more times than I can think of. We sunbathed naked and I learned how to suck cock on that boat.

One time, when I was on that boat, I fell asleep lying in the sun while he drove us over to a tiny island with a dense clump of trees in the middle. There are several tiny islands along the coast, barriers to the gulf waters. When we arrived we dropped anchor and waded over to the island leaving our bathing suits on the boat. We used to do that a lot, I loved it.

I didn’t know he invited his friends and they were already on the island, anchored on the other side and even though it was a small island, I couldn’t see the boat they took to get there.

Oblivious of their presence, I grabbed my boyfriend’s cock, rubbing up and down feeling his length in my hand before dropping to my knees to take his hard cock in my mouth. This was why we came here. This was always why we came here.

I heard them before I saw them. Snapping branches and the sound of the leaves crushing beneath their bare feet as they walked out from the trees. I didn’t know who it was but I was startled so I moved to pull away, but my boyfriend grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pushed his dick further down my throat. I struggled and tried to pull back again but he held me harder and I couldn’t move. By now I could see his three friends standing in a circle around me, also naked, hard, holding themselves in their fists and stroking themselves.

My boyfriend said “you’re going to be a good girl and suck us all off and we’re all going to cum all over your face”. His voice was low, almost a growl. He pushed me away shoving my face towards his friend standing beside him. His friend slapped me, bringing tears to my eyes from shock. I gasped and when I did, he shoved his cock in my mouth and told me how much I was going to like sucking on it. Told me to be good. To obey. I looked up at his cold eyes then over at my boyfriend who just smirked and told me again to be a good girl. Each of them took turns with me, and in between, they pulled at me, slapped my face, laughed at me, laughed that I was crying, that I couldn’t catch my breath. They came on my face, my breasts, in my hair. I was covered in it and still they laughed and told me to be good. So much time passed. I could hear other boats ride by, some slow, some faster, none stopped.

They were finished with me. I lay in the sand, trying to understand and the only clear thought repeating in my head was that I needed to be a good girl. Good girl.

I knew they were standing nearby, heard the muffled talking and laughter. I lay as still as I could. I don’t know when his friends left, but I felt my boyfriend grab my hair again and lift me up, so I stood, like a good girl. He held me there, his other hand around my neck, and told me “this will happen again, and again, whenever I want it to happen, and you’ll be a good girl”. He pushed me down and started to walk away. I got back up and I followed him back out through the water to his boat climbing onboard, immediately putting my bikini back on and pulling a towel over my shoulders.

I was confused, red faced and sore.

It did happen again, and again, and again. Every time it did, I was a good girl. I did exactly what they wanted. Over and over. I was a good girl.

[petthekitty]

Bound and wet, sir

[petthekitty]

I want someone to drive me out into the woods, strip me naked, tie me up, blindfold me, and leave me. Draw maps to where I can be found and sell them to anyone who wants to buy one. When they find me, they can do whatever they want to me. I’m to be shared and used until they’re board of me, then left for the next. But if they take me to be theirs, they have to leave someone else in my place for the next to find.

[petthekitty]

I distinctly remember the first time I saw a woman naked.

I grew up near the beach so we spent a lot of time there when I was a kid. I remember being in the bathrooms at the beach and a woman came out of the stall and over to wash her hands. She was wearing pasties over her nipples and a g-string bottom. Her body was amazing. I was too young to know what was what, but I remember seeing her and I couldn’t stop staring. Her body was amazing. I was stunned. Large, full tits, and a tight ass. I didn’t know that was how grown women looked beneath their clothes, and it fascinated me. I can still see her in my mind. For all intents and purposes she was naked. I stood there watching and the way her body moved as she washed her hands and left the bathroom.

When I think of her now, it makes me disappointed that they later placed clothing restrictions on the beaches here. Bodies like that should be seen. Thinking of her makes me wet.