Hey, guys! Just wanted to wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving! 🦃🍁 I hope your day is filled with great food, better company, and maybe just a little too much pie—because let’s be honest, pie is mandatory.
Also, I really hope you enjoy Part 61 as much as I enjoyed writing it—and reminiscing about it. Trust me, reliving those moments had me smiling (and maybe blushing a bit). Thanks for being part of this journey with me. Enjoy your holiday!

-Red

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Part 61

As I stood there, with my ass on full display and my eyes closed, I waited for my next instruction… But it never came. Instead, I felt his fingernails tracing a path along my back, while his other hand landed firmly on my waist. Then he leaned in and audibly inhaled the smell of my hair and neck… driving me absolutely insane.

Something about the act of him wanting my smell… it made me feel so desired. He was not just pleased with my body, or my mind, or even my heart—he even wanted my smell. I don’t know, there was just something so erotic and enticing about it.

His left hand made its way from my waist to my belly and up to my breast, while the other hand traced a light line down my back, landing on my butt cheek. He helped himself to handfuls of breast and butt at the same time while taking kiss-full liberties with my neck. It is all yours, Sir!

While the hand on my breast snuck under my bra and grabbed my nipple, the hand on my butt moved around and made firm contact with my clit, sending a bolt of electricity through my body. As he took ownership of my clit with his fingers over my panties, he very authoritatively whispered in my ear, “You are mine, Red, all mine. Do you understand?”

I did all my body and soul allowed me to do—I stuttered a weak, “A-a-a-all y-your-s, S-sir…”

I felt him pressing his stiff penis against my back through his pants and heard him say, “Mmm… I can’t wait to be inside you,” and I whispered, “Me neither, Sir.” As I said that, I recognized the familiar pulse of his penis against my back. It made me want to see it, touch it… maybe more… definitely more.

I felt him stop, but I knew he was not done. He stopped because he wanted something more, and I was eager to find out what it was.

He said, “Come here,” as he walked toward the back of the chair where he had been sitting, and I followed him. He stopped directly behind the chair, positioning himself between me and it, and then guided me to take a step closer to him.

Moving behind me, he touched me, smelled me, looked at me, and then said, “Spread your legs a bit.” After I did as instructed, he used his foot to push mine and spread my legs a little more. He placed his arm across my waist and gently pushed my upper body forward toward the back of the chair, positioning my hands on either side of the top.

He then placed one hand in the middle of my back, his feet behind mine, and with his other hand, he pulled my pelvis toward him, pushing my butt out—for his view, and perhaps for his access?

This was fascinatingly detailed. The hand he placed on my back prevented the top of my body from moving, and his feet prevented the bottom from moving, leaving only the part he wanted access to—my butt—able to move.

He warned me, whispering in my ear, “You might feel like you can’t move, but remember, you are completely safe. If you feel unsafe at any point, say your safe word, and we’ll follow the same procedure we discussed earlier.”

Then he asked me to take my hands off the chair—but I couldn’t! What sort of witchcrafty shit was this? I tried to move my feet, but they wouldn’t budge! I was frozen in place! How the fuck was this possible?

I just couldn’t take it—I started freaking out a little and said, “DENALI.”

He quickly wrapped his arms around my chest and waist from behind and pulled me toward him. Then he came around to face me, grabbed my face, and asked, “Beautiful, are you okay?”

I said, “Yes, Sir, I just freaked out because I could not move.” He responded, “It’s okay, we don’t have to do that. We can do something else if it’s too much for you.”

I said, “No, I think I’m okay doing it… but why couldn’t I move?”

He smiled and said, “I love your curiosity, but asking questions was not on the menu. We either do this or we do something else.”

I retorted, “But I want to knowwww!”

He grinned and said, “We can always do something else. I think I have a Golden Girls DVD laying around here.”

We laughed, and he continued, “I can explain it to you, but not yet—perhaps in the future. Right now, I want you to learn to enjoy letting go, knowing that your comfort and safety are of utmost importance.”

I asked, “Can we try again, just that part? I just want to see if I freak out again.”

He said, “No, beautiful. We either do it or we don’t. If you start freaking out, then you say your safe word, and we’ll start from the beginning again—or do something else. I think the DVD is season 2 or 3. Either way, we have all day, unless you have other plans.”

I just looked at him. I could tell he knew I wanted to do it, and part of me thought he knew I needed the sweet release only he could give me. I mean, he had already shown me in the car that he knew when I needed a release—before I even realized it myself.

Well, you and I both know what I was going to do—kamikaze Red, right… GERONIMOOOOOOOOOOO!

I said, “Okay, Sir, but you…” He interrupted, “Yes, I ask for a lot of faith, but I am right 110% of the time, aren’t I?” As he finished his sentence, he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me close, and kissed me, somehow catching me from my Geronimo freefall.

As he kissed me, he lifted me off the ground, moved me back a little, and placed me back down. I enjoyed being carried and moved; there was something so arousing about it. Also, being in my nakedness—semi, anyway—in his space, and knowing that I was about to literally relinquish control of myself, was scary but also exciting.

I knew that if I were ever able to do such a thing, it would be with him.

As he continued kissing me, caressing me, and in some way taking occupancy of me, it felt as though he was slowly elevating me into a different realm—his realm. I had just been there, but my freak-out moment had brought me to a quick and unexpected descent. I felt like I had cheated myself, so this time, I was determined to stay there with him.

I felt his hands make their way to my butt, just slightly making contact, and suddenly his nails started tracing lines along my skin, doing what they did best—initiating my desire to give myself to him. His sudden, firm hold of both sides of my butt felt as if he was reclaiming what was his and somehow had the audacity to doubt it for even a fraction of a second. Grabbing and spreading me, he made me feel so exposed—but I relished the moment.

His tiny, minute thrusts against my belly felt involuntary, as if he was trying to suppress his desire to enter me, but they were there. I could feel them, and slowly—also involuntarily—I started matching his rhythm.

His hand then slid under my panties and grabbed my butt firmly, almost painfully so. It lasted less than a second—just long enough to make me jump—and that same hand moved to the front, finding my clit, and FUCK! ELECTRIC JOLT!

It shocked me but, at the same time, gave me exactly what I had been craving.

His other hand quickly went to the back of my head, burrowing itself under my hair, and I felt the sudden, delightful pull that unmistakably signaled he wanted my eyes open and on him.

I looked at him and heard him say, “You’re so wet, Red. I can’t wait to know how you feel from inside.” His words, his authority, his desire, his breath—I wanted to be part of it, belong to it. There were no words I could say to describe that, so I just allowed myself to feel it.

He whispered in my ear, “Are you ready?” and I replied, “Yes, Sir.” He then started walking behind me, running his open hand along my side until he was behind me again.

I was nervous—and if you haven’t noticed, I make stupid jokes when I’m nervous. When I felt him behind me, I wanted to say aloud, “As I lay me down to sleep,” but that wouldn’t have been right, would it? Still, it would’ve been so funny… another joke that got away.

Once behind me, he spread my legs by sliding his leg between mine, nudging them apart one at a time until he was satisfied. Then, with one hand on my waist, he leaned me forward and gently guided my hand toward the back of the chair. He switched arms and guided my other hand to the opposite corner. Lastly, he adjusted my butt to his satisfaction.

He whispered in my ear, “You’re doing wonderful, beautiful. Are you okay? You don’t have to answer, just nod your head to let me know.” I nodded, and he continued, “Remember that if you feel unsafe, you can just say your safe word, and we will stop. Do you understand?”

With my heart jumping out of my chest, I nodded again. He whispered, “Good girl, you’re doing great. Just take a few deep breaths.” I did, and he asked, “Can you move? Again, just shake your head to let me know.”

I shook my head, letting him know that I could not move.

He then said, “Don’t try to move. Stay as you are and do your exercise as I showed you earlier.”

—Wait! What? Exercise, right now?

I just nodded and started doing the count in my head and breathing. As I did that, I heard him walk away, which interrupted my count, and I had to start over.

A few seconds later, I heard him come back and stand behind me. I also heard him put something on the floor.

—Oh em gee! Is it the toy bag??

He placed his hands on my waist and whispered, “Are you okay?” I nodded, and then I felt his hand traveling up from my waist, past my breasts, and to my mouth.

He asked me to open my mouth for him, and when I did, he took his finger and placed it directly behind my top front teeth. “Put the tip of your tongue right where the tip of my finger is,” he instructed. He moved his finger slightly to make room for my tongue and said, “You’re doing great. Now close your mouth and keep your tongue where it is.”

—Holy shit! This was detailed! What was this all about? The things my horny ass will do for a toy bag!

Finally, he placed his hand behind my neck and said, “Now, create suction focused on the tip of your tongue. You should feel a little pressure on the back of your neck.”

Somehow, I knew exactly what he meant. I guess at some point we’ve all done the suction thing inside our mouths, but this was hardly the place for it.

—Toy bags, I tell ya!

His last words to me in that moment were, “You’re doing a great job, thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing—keep doing your exercise until you don’t want to do it anymore. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded, and the next thing I felt was his breath in my ear as he smelled me, kissed my neck, and ran his nails down my sides, making me squirm.

What followed I can only describe from my perspective, because, as you can imagine, my eyes were closed for the most part. But I will try to do my best to describe my experience. Who truly knows what that man did while all this was going on.

As his nails trailed up and down my sides, I felt his hands shift to hold me tight as he wrapped me in his arms. But it wasn’t a hug—it was more like his body engulfing me with desire. I could feel his intensity as he wrapped himself around me and grabbed both my breasts firmly. Then, almost animalistically, he simply pulled my bra down, releasing my breasts and giving himself full access to them.

Then, in one violent motion, he literally ripped my bra off of me. That action made me gasp—I never thought I would enjoy that so much.

His hands then found my nipples and started teasing them. The sensation was intense and nuanced—one second, I felt the gentle tease of his fingertips, and the next, the intense pressure of him pinching my nipples between his fingers. All the while, he kissed and brushed his beard against my shoulders and back. At the same time, I could feel the unmistakable stiffness of his penis brushing against my lower back and butt.

I felt his whole body shift, and I wasn’t sure where he was going, but the next thing I felt was the unmistakable flick of his tongue on my nipple. My knees buckled slightly—he knew my nipples were a huge source of pleasure for me. He expertly combined that sensation with his fingers pressing against my panties, right where my clit hid behind the thin layer of lace.

The next thing I felt is a bit of a guess, but I think I’m right. I felt his leg rest between mine while the rest of his body moved around my side. His leg stayed steady between mine, and I could feel his body on my side while both his hands grabbed my ass. He firmly massaged it, spreading me in a way that made me feel stretched and completely exposed.

I felt his hand come from behind and slide between my legs, making direct contact with my entrance, which was welcoming him with immense desire and wetness.

When he slid his hand back out, I felt the first slap on my right butt cheek. It was sharp and stingy, sending waves of stinging pleasure radiating from my ass to the rest of my body. Then came the second slap, equal in intensity and building on the pleasure from the last one. His fingernails then traced delightful scratches over the sting left by the slaps, and another slap followed—still sharp and stingy, but stronger this time, making me gasp. It was quickly followed by the same slap on the opposite side.

This continued for a while, the intensity of both the slaps and the scratches increasing each time, each one lifting me to a higher place.

The intensity kept building, and the radiating sensation on my skin became a constant, almost vibrating feeling. At one point, he stopped scratching, and all I felt was slap after slap after slap after slap after slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, alternating between one butt cheek and the other. Relief washed over me after each slap ended, but at the same time, I found myself longing for the next.

Then he switched to a gentle caress, so light it was almost undetectable but felt soothing against my now burning skin. I just knew my ass was red—I could feel how hot it was.

It was such a contradiction. It hurt, but I didn’t want it to end.

I felt Gabriel move slightly, keeping his leg firmly between my legs, and I heard some muffled rustling. I remember thinking, “Oh shit! I forgot about the toys!”

I felt a light caress on my butt cheek, followed by him blowing his warm breath onto my sensitive skin which sent a shiver up my back, then he topped it off with a tender kiss, and the unmistakable prick of his beard against my skin.

Suddenly, I felt him pull my panties down, and a mix of embarrassment and anticipation washed over me.

Then I heard the unmistakable sound of saliva being applied to something, and hypocritically thought, “Oh no! He’s going to do the butt thing again.”

Next came the now-familiar feeling of exposure as he spread my butt and gently began massaging it with his wet fingers.

There was a battle inside me. On one side was the hypocritical part of me thinking, “Oh no! What are you doing?” and on the other was the side that couldn’t stick my ass out far enough, desperate to give him even more access.

The massaging he was doing felt weirdly heavenly—I really enjoyed it. I remember thinking, “Fuck it! If my Sir is doing it to me, he’s obviously okay with me enjoying it, so I’m just going to let go and enjoy it.”—my deep tissue butthole massage!

I heard someone whisper, “Mmm… Sir, that feels so good.”—wait, what? That couldn’t have been me! Then I heard Gabriel say, “That’s my good girl, you have such a pretty little ass.”

—Holy shit! It was me!

A short moment of shame washed over me, but it was quickly replaced with my desire to please Gabriel—and maybe to see how far I could push myself.

I took a deep breath and said, “Sir, I never knew my ass could feel this good…”

Immediately, I felt the pressure he was applying to my ass intensify and quicken, and then I felt a slap that qua-fucking-drupled my pleasure. I let out an involuntary gasp, unable to hold it back.

I felt him stop the massaging, and I was eager to feel what was coming next. Then I felt a solid object pressed against my ass and thought, “He’s not going to do what I think he’s going to do, is he?”

That was immediately followed by his instruction to hold my breath for as long as I could and the familiar sound of the vibrator, buzzing directly on my butt—and I fucking loved it!

His finger massage had been replaced by this vibrating sensation, sending little waves of pleasure pooling in my belly. I held my breath as long as I could, but while I was doing it, NOTHING in the world existed other than that vibration radiating from there to the rest of my body.

The feeling of his dick, riding hard against my leg, had already been driving me crazy. All that time he’d been teasing my leg with it, and now, with the vibrator intensifying everything, I could feel it even more. I wanted it—whatever Gabriel wanted—I just wanted to be part of it.

I felt Gabriel move behind me, keeping the vibrator perfectly in place, and then his free arm reached around me to my pussy. I thought, “Oh shit! I forgot I have a clit!”

He instructed me to hold my breath again, and the universe was quickly obliterated by a thunderous BRRRRRRRR as another vibrator landed directly on my clit.

Again, I held my breath. But it didn’t last long—almost instantly, I started saying, “Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Please order me to cum! I can’t hold it!”

I felt him get closer to me and say, “Don’t you fucking dare. Hold it.”

I mumbled a frantic, “Yes, Sir,” while chewing on my lip. He repeated, “Hold it.”

I don’t know how I managed, but then I heard him say the sweetest words I’d ever heard: “You may cum now.”

Finally, I allowed myself to release as he cranked every last vibrator to full speed. I started cumming, squirming, screaming, and making sounds I didn’t even know I could make.

Out of breath and barely conscious, I felt him pull me toward him and hold me for a moment while whispering in my ear, “You did great, beautiful. I am so proud of you.”

Thoughts of a response came to mind, but my mind and body couldn’t process enough to say them as I struggled to stay on my feet. Then I felt him pick me up, carry me to the sofa, lay me down, put a blanket over me, and sit down, placing my head on his legs.

For a while, he just sat there, stroking my hair and my face while I breathed and looked up at him, all in the soothing sound of silence.

to be continued...