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G.’s story-The Vampire Strikes Back

  • Posted on August 6, 2012 at 1:42 AM

G. has given permission for me to post his first and only story, which he used to delurk on SSS back in September of 1998 (a month before I showed up LOL).  It’s short, but HOT!

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The Vampire Strikes Back
(with apologies to G. Lucas)

It is the night before Worldcon, the socializing ends
relatively early, at around midnight.  I am in my signature costume
already, black tuxedo trousers white ruffle shirt, black vest, black
bow tie, gold pentagram with red stone in the center, walking stick,
and black satin cape with red satin interior lining.  My lady is
wearing a simple black evening gown and a black choker with red stone
as a highlight.  I encircle her with both halves of the cloak and say
“You realize that absolutely nothing is going to happen before noon
tomorrow, we have a few hours to before we need to sleep”.  I smile
and run my tongue across the fang prosthetics, a gleam in my eyes.  I
doff the cape with a practiced flourish and discard the walking stick
(way too big heavy and thuddy for the business at hand).  I take the
straight back chair from the desk and bring it to the center of the
room.  I return to my lady, grasp her svelte waist and escort her to
the chair.  I sit, drape her over my knees, and lift the back of her
gown.

I pause, lasciviously staring at the red satin panties
(matching costumes) and the wonders enclosed within.  I spank slowly
at first, pausing every so often to run my hand over the marvelously
smooth satin.  At the point I feel the satin becoming warm to the
touch, I lower the panties disclosing the pinkening bottom beneath.  I
step up the tempo of spanks and wait for the pattern of her breathing
to change.  I then lift her off my lap toss the shirt and hang the
rest of the costume over the chair, when I turn around I find her nude
form positioned for the finale, head and knees on the bed, her legs
spread and lovely fanny in the air.  I finger the wetness between her
legs to increase her arousal again, take my belt and commence her
spanking with it.

As she climaxes, I reach between her thighs and engulf my
finger in her wetness.  I withdraw the finger, replacing it with one
from my other hand and part her enflamed cheeks.  Carefully moistening
her wrinkled hole, I slowly insert the finger as a soft groan escapes
her.  As the finger increases its tempo, her breathing once again
quickens, seemingly keeping pace.  My own sex is engorged and rigid as
I get to my knees and enter her from behind.  In a chain reaction she
begins climaxing setting off the powerful, familiar, and welcome
muscular pulsations within me.  She collapses, prone on the bed and I
topple on my side facing her.  As I put the covers over us nestling
her in my arms a thought reverberates inside my head, “This is my best
Worldcon ever and it hasn’t even started”.

Authors note:  The vampire costume and setting are real, the lady is,
alas, fictional – currently (hope springs eternal)

-G.

Five Days with a Vampire Part 2

  • Posted on August 5, 2012 at 6:35 PM

For some odd reason we woke up really early on Saturday morning, 7:30,
which gave me the normal three hours of sleep I’d been managing every
night during the trip. We talked for a while, got dressed, went to
breakfast, which was a first for G. (you know vampires don’t do
breakfast! ) and then went to panels ALL DAY. Started at 10 in the
morning, and the last one ended late, after 7! They were all extremely
interesting science panels, about everything from immortality to new
ways they’re trying to come up with to shoot off rockets and spaceships.
I learned a lot, and G. would occasionally add something here or there
to what the panelists were saying.

We did dinner with other friends of his this time, and did more party
wandering for hours and hours, (and played a really cool game “Apples to
Apples, which I want to get), and then we ended up in MY room this time.
He wanted immediate access to the paddles and the hairbrush! He had me
take off my pants and panties again, but this time had me bend ALL the
way over and touch the floor. I’m rather flexible, and can stand with my
palms flat on the floor. He spanked me with the hairbrush to
start, I think, scolding me while he spanked, and it HURT! I was trying
like crazy to stay in position, which I usually don’t have a problem
with. I know I was writhing around and making all kinds of noise, and
then he gave me two smacks at the end of it with the paddle. HARD! At
least I THINK it was the paddle. I was already crying hard and
apologizing by that time, so it’s difficult to tell.
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My recollection was that it I finished off using the hairbrush, which is
oh so effective.
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I couldn’t believe that it had happened again. I’ve been spanked
endlessly at parties, to the point where even Muffy thought I was crazy,
and had never had this reaction before, let alone this consistently!
Again he held me till I calmed down, and then after a while we went
to sleep.

Sunday G. slept in, though I didn’t, and we only went to two panels,
one about cryonics and then one about nanotechnology. Very interesting
stuff, and I already knew some of the stuff about nanotech before we
went to the convention (that’s what happens when you have three hour
phone calls with a physics major ), so I followed most of the panel
easily enough.

After dinner (again with friends), we went to the computer room so that
I could check my emails and G. could check something he was curious
about. I only checked my emails TWICE the whole time I was there, and if
you know me and emails, that’s like not checking them at all! at G.>
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Who is of the opinion that Jen is too absorbed by e-mail and chat.

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Then we did the party wandering again, for hours and hours, and G. got
caught up in this conversation at one party that was very technical,
about space travel. The no sleep bit was catching up to me at that
point, considering it was really late, so I might have zoned during a
little of it , but I
caught enough of it to know that he really knows his stuff! I was
impressed!
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I wandered into the middle of the conversation, from what I gather, this
guy who knew just enough about spacecraft to be dangerous was trying
(again and again) to come up with cost saving ways of building
satellites/spacecraft. The other folks, whom I took to be industry
professionals (WorldCon gets their share of engineers from JPL and the
like), were pointing up how these suggestions were like to make the
spacecraft more likely to fail and /or wouldn’t buy you much. Some of it
was just good engineering practice (the Keep It Simple Stupid principle)
other aspects required knowing a bit about the space environment. I’m
not a professional rocket scientist, supercomputers are the day job, but
I have read enough to hold my own (my handle, apoapsis, came from
orbital mechanics after all)
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I should mention at this point that I had been bratting it up a TEENSY
bit all night.
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Think 3-year-old up way past bedtime.
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I don’t know what came over me, but I went for it! I KNEW what would
happen, but I still did it. I’d act all innocent of course, but for some
reason he wasn’t buying it. I thought I was pretty convincing! LOL So
when we got back to his room, I knew I was done for. He got his belt
out, and told me to take off my pants and panties, and to bend over the
way I had the night before. This was my first experience with his belt,
and he had me straining to stay in position again. The smacks across the
lowest part of my bottom were the hardest to take, especially since my
legs were spread, so the belt could get to places yet untouched! Then of
course he switched to the evil hairbrush from hell again, all the time
scolding me. He reduced me to tears yet again, a perfect record. While
he was holding me afterwards he did comment on the fact that I had taken
so much and had actually made it through the whole queue of punishment
spankings we’d had to save up. I THINK he was impressed………….
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Jen did real good.
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Monday morning came and we woke up relatively early I think. We talked,
this time about ourselves for a change, which we don’t do that much of.
Sometime during the conversation I said that since I’d had all my
punishment spankings, maybe I could have a fun spanking again, like on
the first day. I had mentioned that Mish had said that his handspankings
were something to panic about, LOL, so we decided that I would get a
handspanking. I should preface this by saying that I’ve been known to
wear out Tops who have handspanked me. Being such a painslut, it takes a
LOT to get me to squirm from a spanking that way. This was also a first.
He spanks very hard, and doesn’t ever wear out!! I kept expecting him to
say that his arm was getting tired or that his hand was hurting, but he
never gave out.
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Hey, this ain’t no wimpy Top here :-)
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That impressed me! He spanked hard enough and long enough for me to
actually get to the level I like.  I checked in the mirror afterwards, and
my bottom was a very nice color. : ) The bruises had almost all
disappeared by then, which may have been because I took my
vitamin C’s and E’s with me.

We got dressed after a while, (the first time I saw him in regular
clothes!) and went to have lunch. During lunch, he came up with the most
evil punishment plan for future misbehavior. His grin should’ve tipped
me off that this wouldn’t be good. It’s difficult to handle punishment
spankings from long distance, so he came up with the ultimate. No emails
for a day or a weekend, depending on the severity of the crime!!!!! I
said that was just MEAN to even think of, and instead of saying, “Well,
then don’t break the rules,” or something equally innocuous, he said,
“Then don’t be a bad girl,” thereby hitting half a dozen hot buttons!!!!
So now I HAVE to be a good girl, because I can’t do without my emails!
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See, I told you- a total addict
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Also, after I’ve been spanked I have to be a good girl anyway. Side
effect of being punished.  Since it was the last day, we got all packed
up, and then hit the dealer room because G. hadn’t managed to get
down there once the whole time!
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WorldCons are notable for having multiple things one wants to do at any
given time. In this case, what with my usual crowd, some folks I know
from another online forum, and Jen, my schedule was even more crowded
than usual.
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So we did that, and then met up with my friend who was driving me back
home. We got our stuff out of the rooms, and then after a minor snafu at
the checkout desk (where I just barely managed not to snap),
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The part I don’t understand is continuing to be upset AFTER the folks at
the front desk have found out what is wrong and made everything right.
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it was time to say goodbye. Just before he got in the taxi we hugged,
and that was really nice. I grinned and told him I’d email, AFTER I got
some sleep of course (yeah right!).
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My, aren’t we brave, after I am hundreds of miles away, that is.
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Then he got in the taxi and took off for the airport.

I had an incredible adventure for the first time in my life, and meeting
G. was the biggest part of that. If things work out, he’ll be coming
here for a spanking party in March. I want him to see me get caned!
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sounds like something to look forward to.
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So ends my five days (and mostly nights!) with a vampire.

Jen

Five Days with a Vampire Part 1

  • Posted on August 5, 2012 at 6:21 PM

First, to explain, this is a VERY old post, from back in the SSS days.  I just found it on Google, after thinking it was gone forever, because it was written two years before I had a computer.  Webtv had no way of saving anything.  It’s from September 2000, and it’s the account of the first time G. and I met face to face.  Like with my New York post, there is commentary from G. in it.  This is part one, because it needed so much detail.  The only thing I’ve changed is cutting his name down to G.  On SSS I used his whole first name.

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Last week I went to Worldcon in Chicago. I was going to meet G. there,
and we’d been planning it most of this year, if not ALL of this year.
When I got there I checked to see if he was around, and I should’ve
figured he was still asleep. What can you expect from a vampire? So
I went downstairs to check out the dealer’s room and all the other stuff
they have, and just generally acclimating myself to being in a different
city for the first time in years, and being there by myself for at least
a little part of the time. I waited three whole hours to finally call
G. in his room, because I figured it wouldn’t be TOO early. He’d
always said that as long as it was afternoon I wouldn’t get in trouble
for waking him up!
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The plan was to get massive amounts of sleep in before the Convention,
’cause I certainly wouldn’t get any DURING the Con. That I mostly
accomplished the previous day.
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I think it helped to hear his voice on the phone first, before actually
seeing him. We spend hours and hours on the phone, and I’m used to that.
He said he’d be down to my room as soon as he’d gotten ready, and as
soon as I knew it was a certainty, the nerves hit. I couldn’t sit still,
my stomach was fluttering, and I was panicked that he wouldn’t like what
he saw. I ran around like a crazy person getting myself into something
resembling semi-perfect.

When I heard the knock on the door I had to keep from running over and
flinging it open. I looked through the little peephole and there he was,
in full costume already. I opened the door, and the last physical
barrier was gone. I was still so nervous as he came in and we started
talking. He sat on the edge of the bed, and so did I. It didn’t take
long before the nerves were completely gone and I was completely
comfortable with the fact that the reality had finally replaced the
cyber.

We talked about things in general, most of which escape me now.
Eventually I dragged out my baseball bag with all my toys, and he of
course wanted to try them out. I’ve learned something. Don’t spank a
painslut over jeans! LOL My butt’s hard enough as it is, and jeans make
it damn near impossible to save certain kinds of toys from destruction.
As hard as G. spanks, it’s a good thing I have so many indestructible
toys. Wow! I think he knows me well enough to know that I like it hard.
I am genetically a painslut, I think.
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HER toys are indestructible, luckily. About half of MY toys gave up the
ghost when being used :-)
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After all the toys had been used, I looked in the mirror at his
handiwork. I was so bruised I wondered how I was going to handle the
next five days! I knew I hadn’t been spanked in six months, but hadn’t
figured that it would take me all the way back to the early days when I
got marked so easily.

We talked some more, and then went down to the convention. Being the
first day, it wasn’t very crowded, so it was easy to get around. We went
out with his friends for dinner, and then went party wandering, which
lasted till about 1:30 in the morning. Then we ended up back in his
room, talking for hours and hours. At some point, and maybe he can
remember WHY, he wanted me to figure out a math problem. Well, he KNOWS
that math and I don’t get along, and for some reason it brings out the
brat in me. I protested, and then he said to stand up, which wasn’t a
good sign. I said I’d do the math, and he said, “Yes you will, after you
get spanked.” ACK! A real live punishment spanking for something I’d
just done! He told me to take OFF my jeans and panties, and to bend over
the bed. I did, and he spanked me really hard. I think it was with the
hairbrush, considering he likes it way too much. Something odd
happened during that spanking. I really started regretting being a brat
and goading him into spanking me (I admitted doing that when he asked),
and I started crying. He kept spanking me until I was crying full-force,
and when he knew that I really was sorry for doing it, he stopped. I was
shocked that it had actually happened, because anybody who knows this
part of me knows that I don’t cry while being spanked! He held me while
I cried, and until I calmed down, which was VERY nice, and then we ended
up talking again (after I’d figured out the math problem : )) until
about 8 in the morning.

Other details will be left to the imagination, because I don’t know if
I’m the type to “kiss and tell”.

Jump to the next night, after going to science panels (I actually
learned things!) and dinner and more parties, this time with a recently
partly converted friend of mine, and her friend. She’s more into the
power exchange but she has been spanked, and her friend wanted to buy my
Loopy! So we all went party wandering for hours,
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Despite your friend’s sister doing a number on her knee while going down
the stairs
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and then they went to my room for the night and we went to G.’s room.
I got spanked again, but noticed something strange about my bottom. The
bruises were going away instead of multiplying! Anyway, that night G.
had me bending over the bed again, and pinned my legs with one of his,
and spanked me HARD. The same thing happened, I cried DURING the
spanking. Two nights in a row! He held me again afterwards (I think
that’s one of the best things about this, not counting the actual
spanking!) and we ended up going to bed at 4:30, like normal people.

I think I’m going to stop here and make this a two-parter, because I
don’t want to leave anything out!
To be continued………………

20 years ago today

  • Posted on August 3, 2012 at 2:33 AM

Yesterday I realized that today would have been my 20th wedding anniversary.  It made me very happy that it wasn’t.  I couldn’t imagine still being married to my ex.  My life would be hell if we’d stayed together.  I married him at an age where I thought that if I asked nicely, he would oblige my kink.  Well, that didn’t work, because he didn’t understand it.  Not only was he vanilla, he didn’t even have an imagination.  The only reason we didn’t do it in the missionary position was because he had bad knees, so we had to do it with me on top.  EVERY TIME.  No variation.  It was okay at first, but after a while it got old.  Until it got to be rare.  After the first few years we had sex once a month.  Then it happened even less.  By the time he left we hadn’t had sex in almost six months.  Later on I found out that he had been planning on leaving for about nine months, so it made sense then.  I hadn’t been happy anyway.  The couple times I had talked him into Topping me, he had no idea what to do, and constantly Topping from the Bottom took all the joy out of it for me.  It turned out that, even though he was vanilla, he was THE most submissive man I’d ever met.  He couldn’t stand up for himself, even with me, and I needed him to at times.  I needed him to take charge when I couldn’t do it myself.  He was incapable of it, and I became bossier as time when on.  I only did it out of complete frustration at having married a man who refused to have a backbone about ANYTHING.  He only knew how to be passive aggressive instead.  I didn’t have access to the internet back then.  Hell, it took a couple years before I even knew about the internet, and then I didn’t know that there were people on it who wanted to be spanked like me.  So for five and a half years I was stuck in a marriage where my needs couldn’t be met, and the only way I could get off during sex was to fantasize about spanking in my head.  When he left, on April Fool’s Day no less, I was upset only at the thought that I wouldn’t be married anymore.  I liked the being married part, because I liked having the status it seemed to give me.  I had no problem sleeping by myself, and five days later, I got over it.  When he left, there was no note, no message on the machine, nothing.  I had no idea what exactly had gone wrong for HIM.  I still don’t.  On the fifth day I was finally able to get his uncle on the phone, who told me that no matter what I did, he wasn’t coming back.  I made the decision in that moment that I wasn’t going to fight to keep him, since he obviously didn’t want to be with me.  I haven’t seen or talked to him since the morning of April 1st, 1998.  He was even too much of a coward to let me be in court for the divorce.

Six months later, my great aunt gave me her Webtv box.  I couldn’t afford a computer back then, and this gave me the access to the internet.  By then I knew that there were spanking sites on the internet, so I went to those, but it was the day I went searching for newsgroups that my life changed forever.  I found soc.sexuality.spanking, and there were all these people on there, talking about spanking like it was the most normal thing in the world, and also about every day things that proved to me that they were like everybody else.  I had always thought I was sick and twisted for wanting to be spanked, and my ex’s opinion of the whole thing hadn’t helped change that.  For the first time in my life I felt like I was home.  I was connected to people who finally understood me.  I lurked for all of about a week, and then I couldn’t take it, I started commenting on posts.  I officially delurked on October 30, 1998, and became a real part of the group.

I had been repressed sexually my whole life, mostly because of my need to be spanked.  I had thought it was an impossible need, something I’d only be able to fantasize about for my whole life.  Finding the group showed me that I could have what I wanted and needed.  It freed me.  At my first party, less than a year later, I felt like I was born to do what we do.  I wanted to experience it all, and I did my best.  I was a kid in a candy store.  A wonderfully amazing kinky candy store, and I loved it.  I was finally able to be the person I was meant to be.  It was the start of my new life, the beginning of what’s been an amazing adventure.

Twenty years ago today I got married, thinking that was going to be the rest of my life.  The best thing my ex ever did was to leave when he did.  I was in my mid 30′s, just coming into my own, with the opportunity to find out who I was for the first time.  I explored everything, finding out what I liked, what I didn’t like, what I wanted, what I needed, and what was essential to my being when it came to kink.  The only thing that bothers me now is that I can’t be open about who I really am with most people.  Some day I hope that changes too.