Stone Circle..

I blew out one of the remaining candles on the altar, leaving two to burn down on their own overnight. Pushing back the hood of my lightweight cloak, I glanced up at the sky; despite the early hour and the fact that it was supposed to be the longest day of the year, the sky was dark. Heavy clouds had been rolling through for much of the afternoon, and although it had seemed that the wind would carry them by before they could produce any rain, it was now looking more like a storm was due any moment.

A strong breeze tugged at the edges of my cloak, pulling it open and caressing my bare skin. I stood willingly in its grip, savoring the sensation; even the low, distant rumble of thunder didn't motivate me to return to the house. How I loved this weather.


The snap of a twig behind me alerted me to your arrival; you'd mentioned the possibility of stopping by, and I was pleased that you had. Pulling my cloak tighter around me (no sense in making things *too* easy for you), I turned to see you making your way up the path toward me.

"Am I interrupting?"

"Just finished. Didn't want to go in just yet; it's a beautiful day out."

You laughed, shaking your head. I knew what you were thinking; only I could find a day like this appealing. But if I couldn't have my truly favorite weather- thick, gauzy fog during a mid-winter's night snow- then I would make the most of my second favorite. Those clouds promised a fantastic thunder-and-lightning show, and I'd planned on pulling out a blanket, book, and cup of tea when I got back to the house to add to the enjoyment of it.

You appeared hesitant to enter the confines of the stone circle, so I closed the distance instead, greeting you with a soft kiss and a brief nuzzle under your jaw. As I stepped back, preparing to gather the remnants of my ritual tools, you followed me to the altar. I didn't miss what the first item was that caught your attention, and my nostrils flared a bit as I considered what might be going through your mind.

You picked up the small cat o'nine, testing the flexibility of the handle. I intentionally busied myself with packing up the other things and was doing an admirable job of ignoring you until I heard the experimental slap of the leather tails against your skin. My body responded instantly; I could feel myself becoming wet, a flush beginning to color my skin. I turned toward you, inhaling sharply when I saw the flog held ready in your hand and the unmistakable look in your eyes.

"Take off the cloak and kneel down."

I complied immediately, dropping the cloth to the ground before following it. You didn't have to tell me how to position myself for you; I automatically put my arms behind my back, hugging my elbows, and spread my knees as far as I could while still remaining upright. My eyes remained on you as you continued to drag the thin strips across your hand, and now I could feel my juices coating my thighs.

"Good girl. Now close your eyes."

I could hear you circle around me a couple times, building the anticipation, and I had to remind myself to breathe. When the first blow came, the tails curling and digging into the flesh of my hip, it almost knocked me off balance, but I recovered quickly. I did not, however, stifle the moan that fell from my lips. Two more quick blows, one side then the other, each bringing a sting of pain and a loud cry of pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?"

Are you kiddng? You could probably smell how much I liked it. "Yes, sir."

A series of slaps now, and I could imagine the picture I created, thin red welts covering pale flesh from back to thighs, sweat beading on my forehead, breath coming in ragged gasps interspersed with whimpers and pleas for you to continue. The now-steady wind made my abused skin hum, adding to the pleasure.

I had counted thirty lashes before I heard you drop the flog back on the altar and step in front of me, ordering me to open my eyes. I was more than willing to follow that order, since I knew I would be eye-level with your cock, and I wanted little more in that moment than to have you filling my mouth.

"Do you know what I want?"

"Yes, sir."

"What do you think that is?"

I was barely restraining myself from demonstrating exactly what I thought you wanted, but I knew better than to proceed without your permission. "You want me to suck your cock, sir."

"Smart girl, very perceptive. That would please me very much. You may suck my cock until I tell you to stop, but you may not use your hands."

Inwardly I sighed. I'd wanted to strip you and have you in my mouth as quickly as possible, but you'd taken that option away. You stood patiently but didn't help at all as I used my teeth to unfasten your pants, then carefully tugged them down your legs. The underwear was a bit more difficult, since I had to make sure I didn't catch the waistband on your already hardened cock, but soon it had joined your pants in a pool around your lower legs, and I moved my head back up to my ultimate goal. I ran my tongue first around your groin, intentionally not making contact with your shaft, before taking one ball into my mouth and sucking on it, loving the feel and taste. Eventually I moved on to the other side, paying it equal attention.

Your low moans urged me on, and now I ran the flat of my tongue up the underside of your cock and over the tip, gathering the pre-cum that was leaking from the small slit. Letting the head slide between my lips, I wrapped my tongue around the shaft and sucked; your hands knotted into my hair in response. Moving suddenly, I took your entire cock into my mouth, the hair at the base of your shaft tickling my nose. Pulling back slowly until just the tip remained, keeping up the firm suction that was eliciting the most wonderful groans from you, I flicked my tongue against the vein at the base of the head. Continuing to slide your cock in and out of my mouth, I set a pace that would delay your orgasm as long as possible; still, it wasn't long before you were panting and close to coming.

One of your hands tightened in my hair, holding me in place as you took over; the other wrapped around the base of your cock, limiting me to the head and top of the shaft, stroking quickly in time to my continued sucking, and within minutes you were coming in my mouth with a groan. I caught each spurt on the back of my tongue, savoring the thick, salty liquid before swallowing. You squeezed the last of your cum from your slit, wiping it across my lips before letting me go.

Stepping back, you stripped out of your clothes and walked back over to the altar. I stayed exactly where I was, licking the remnants of your cum from my lips and admiring the view as you practically stalked across the grass. I was momentarily distracted by another rumble of thunder, but it was still far enough away to not raise any significant concerns.

You cleared off the altar and turned back to me, wordlessly lifting me up by my hair and leading me back to the low stone bench; as I lay down on it, the rough surface suddenly reminded me of the previous lashing and I whimpered. You ignored the sound as you set about positioning me; arms over my head, knees bent and apart, my ass resting on the edge of the stone. Reaching down to the wall next to the altar, you stood back up with the cat o'nine in your hand. My eyes narrowed, the normal blue shifting to dark grey as I realized your intention, and my lips parted in a gasp.

Nor was I wrong; you ordered me to watch as you brought the lash down again and again over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. Even if I had wanted to, I couldn't flinch away from the blows, as any movement on the table irritated my striped back. But I didn't want to; each connection of the leather tails on my skin only aroused me more, and the focused look on your face as you gauged where to strike next pushed me even closer to the edge. Twenty lashes this time before you tossed aside the flog, and I had a moment to breath as you turned to pick something else up from the wall.

I couldn't help my response as you revealed the object in your hand. "Oh, gods.. yes. Please."

A wry smile lifted your lips as you held the lit candle over my body, your eyes penetrating me as surely as your cock or fingers. Slowly you tilted the candle, the first drip of wax falling perfectly onto my nipple. Sharp, flash-pan pain, bringing the nipple instantly erect, and I arched toward you, crying out. A drip onto to the other nipple, same reaction. More and more of the wax dripped onto my tits, covering the flesh and running down the sides, and as it dried it looked like I was covered in cum.

Thank the gods my neighbors were a good distance away.

I watched as you moved the candle down my body, drops randomly falling- on my ribs, on my stomach, in my belly button, then onto the short red curls that covered my mound. I was panting and insensate; I was certain I was saying something, and it may have made sense to you, but I couldn't tell what it was. When I thought I would pass out from need and arousal, you extinguished the candle and in one motion thrust the rounded base into my pussy, other hand roughly squeezing one breast, cracking the dried wax and bringing the pleasure/pain to a completely new level. I screamed your name and began to beg you to make me come, to fuck me.. anything but stop.

The sky chose that moment to open; big, fat raindrops began hitting my fully exposed body, and as I arched toward you the water began pouring off me, cooling the areas that had been covered by the wax but reminding me yet again of the welts left behind by the cat o'nine. As you continued to roughly squeeze my flesh and thrust the candle rapidly in and out of my wet pussy, telling me what a good little slut I was, I really had no idea which direction I wanted to move my body to either ease the pain (arousing in its own right) or push the pleasure over into orgasm.

You stepped between my legs, pulling the candle out and tossing it aside. Parting the folds of my pussy, you pressed the shaft of your cock against my clit and began thrusting back and forth, encountering no resistance due to the volume of fluids leaking from my opening and the rain that was now running off both our bodies. You could tell that it wouldn't be long before I came, and seemed uninterested in teasing me further. Keeping up the steady pressure, your fingers digging into my thighs as you pushed my legs apart, your eyes never left mine; finally I heard what I'd been waiting for.

"Come for me.. now.."

Within seconds I feel my body tense and I bit my lip, letting the sensation build before it finally crashed over me, bucking against you and crying out. As the spasms reached their peak, you slammed your cock fully into my pussy, groaning as my muscles clamped down on you. You rode out the last of the contractions buried to the hilt before starting to fuck me, pushing my legs back toward my chest until I was bent in half, your balls and thighs slapping my bruised ass with each thrust. I writhe underneath you, my fingers gripping the edge of the altar to keep from sliding off, another orgasm building as I watch your cock driving in and out of my pussy, the rain pouring in rivulets from you where it gathered at the 'pointed' bits- jaw, collarbones, hips. So close..

And then your head snapped back and you cried out, your cock spasming as you pounded into me, every muscle in your body tensing, and it was enough to take me the rest of the way with you. Once again my pussy clutched at your cock, milking the last of your cum, and your fingernails left crescent marks where they pressed into my flesh.

You adjusted yourself enough to rest your forehead on my bent knee as we both tried to bring our breathing under control, but neither of us trusted ourselves to move much beyond that. Eventually, however, a much-closer rumble of thunder, and what may have been a small pop of lightning, caught our attention. You straightened up, holding your hand out to me to help me off the altar. I didn't hide my wince as I did so, and there was no hiding the fluids that coated my thighs as I stood; I made sure that I had your attention as I slid a finger through the mix gathered at the opening of my pussy then eagerly brought the digit to my mouth to lick clean. Smiling, you took me into your arms for a moment, brushing a kiss over my temple before whispering in my ear.

"Let's get you cleaned up before the storm gets here. We'll let you rest a bit, then see what other trouble my naughty little girl can get into."

You kissed me hard, one hand circling my neck, the thumb tilting my chin up as you explored my mouth, then released me just as suddenly, leaving me breathless once again and very eager to get back to the house. I could show you what kind of trouble I can get in...