Excerpt from my book, Lust Lies Deciet

An excerpt from my book, Lust Lies Deceit...  This is a draft, I have yet to go over it completely but what ever.. lol.. the fun is in the process...and I am still working on the ending of the book so it may change, but hope you enjoy...

Kristyn Fantom


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She awoke with his lips on hers as he kissed her gently. He slipped her wrists into soft wide cuffs which then clipped together. She did not struggle, she trusted him completely and simply waited as he cuffed her wrists and ankles. Obediently she lay with her wrists over her head as he slipped the rope through the loops on the cuff. He pulled her tight, stretching her legs open and her arms over her head. “I promise you, you will always be safe with me. I will always take care of you. Do you trust me?” He whispered to her as he placed a blindfold on her.

She nodded, “Yes Master.”

“Good girl.” he whispered again and kissed her lips.

With her legs tied open she could feel the remaining warmth of the sun shining through the windows warming her thighs. The room was quiet, the blindfold blocked out all light. She listening for his movement, a clue to where he may be and what he would do to her next. She felt him move between her legs and gasped as she felt something whisper soft glided across her nipples then across her stomach then between her legs. She shivered, as the feather glided over her clit then back up her stomach and under her chin leaving trails of ticklish sensations across her bottom lip that made her want to bite it. She lay perfectly still as he tied the wand firmly to her right inner thigh so that it sat right up against her clit then switched it on. She almost jumped when the vibrations started, her moans filled the room soon after. She lay, writhing against the binds as the wand pulsated against her. She moaned as he went from soft sweet tender caresses to biting then licking, pinching then caressing, the combination was intoxicating. She moaned as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, with one hand and slapped them. She turned her face towards him, opening her mouth begging for a taste of his cock as he ran two fingers the length of the her drawing them away slick with clear her juices and put his fingers to her hungry lips. Moans, turned to grunts, then whimpers louder and louder as the intensity of the pleasure from the deep vibrations moved through not only her clit but her entire pussy, wave after wave of pleasure until she felt as if she could no longer breath. Somewhere in the distance of her mind, she heard him whispering to her, “Your amazing, your beautiful, my pet, my sweet sweet pet...” she shuddered in ecstasy. She lay still as he removed the wand then lifted her hips off the floor as he plunged his hard cock deep inside of her making her moan as she writhed against him. There was a loud slapping sound as his balls slapped noisily against her ass, her juices gushing out around the base of his cock with every thrust. The darkness was comforting to her, she thought of nothing more than the sensations he was creating inside of her body, inside of her mind and how she wanted to give him every part of herself. She was helpless to stop him and that aroused her somehow, it made her feel free to accept his will, to release her self to him, to be used, fucked and enjoy it all. Her senses heightened as she lay bound in the dark, time collapsed in on itself and she responded only to the smell of his cock by her lips, his touch, his will and his pleasure. He used her as he spoke to her in whispers both erotic and reassuring. The only words she moaned, or even thought were “Yes Master.” It was in those moments, those dark quiet moments that she lost herself to him, he owned her, they both knew it, they both wanted it and they both needed it.

I want

I want this, crave this more than words can express.

Patience is a virtue

The blindfold keeps me in the dark as I kneel, my face upturned, I wait. He stands in front of me, dangerously close, I can feel him yet he does  not touch me. Don't ask me how I know, perhaps the power of his gaze, but I  can tell he's looking down at me.   I smile up at him then invitingly  open my mouth, in hope that he will give me what I want.

My Sir knows I crave his taste, he knows I want him in my mouth but still he makes me wait. I try to be patient but I can feel his cock close to my lips. So very close and yet he still makes me wait. 

Impatience is setting in, I want to taste him, to cradle him in mouth and worship him with my lips and tongue.  My heart is racing, my hands are bound and without thinking I strain against the ropes, just a little closer and he will be mine.

His laughter is quiet, under his breath, I know he is pleased to see me want him in my mouth so badly.  He caresses my cheek and I nuzzle his palm.

  I feel the sting of his hand against my cheek.  As he swears under his breath.  I am pleased.  He does not strike me out of anger,  this I know, it is his passion, his need to give me what he knows I want but must make me wait for.  I know he wants it as much as I, but I will wait, because my obedience pleases him.

Just another moment, I will make my move. I may be punished for my boldness  but it will be worth it. 

I feel his cock close to my cheek. I stick out my tongue finding a drop of his nectar and the swollen head of his cock.  I hear him sigh as I wrap my lips around him and suck gently.

He is now mine.  My lips and tongue explore his manhood and I lick and suck his balls, and for making me wait, I take little bites because it makes him moan. The way I like.

On my knees for him

The submissive

I was never one to be thought of as a submissive woman. In fact most people I know would think me to be a dominant personality.  The truth is that both are true.  I have always been strong, I didn't have much choice.  How ever all my life I have been so busy being the leader, that i did not know that I truly longed for some one else to lead.  I have been the providor and the protector for so long that I am tired and weary.  It had always been my thought that the man should lead, provide, and protect and the woman follow him, serve and support him.

The problem with that kind of thinking was that I assumed all men had the same values that I did and it wasn't discussed before I rushed into my marriage. My husband is of the school if thought that he is entitled to be taken care of.  It was a hard long road I
traveled with him over the years.  I stayed with him because of my Christian values and beliefs in marriage.  However, after years of his affairs, his verbal abuse,   I grew weary and realized that not even God can change a man who does not want to change.

I decided that I too deserved to feel happy. I deserved to feel beautiful and cherished and valued.  I needed to be weak so that I could be strong again.   I believe that is what made me become interested in the Dom, Sub relationship.  It isn't for everyone but for me, I find peace in knowing I am protected, loved and cherished at his side. My only regret is that it took me so long to realize where my true peace could be found. 

How does that work with me being married and my Dom/Sub relationship being outside the marriage? It is a precarious road that I walk I will admit but I would walk it a million times over to experience that which I have experienced with my Sir in a short time. 

I do not see my husband and I together in the future, we are better people seperated, unless he some how changes over night. It's been eleven years, it wont happen.

As for my Sir, he said to me that as long as we are both mutually happy with each other we will be together and he doesn't see us ending any time soon.  Neither do I, but I take this with a grain of salt.  He calls me his skeptical girl because I have been programmed to not believe compliments.  He thinks it sad, I think it tragic.  Every woman has the right to feel beautiful, perfect and sexy.  I am grateful for my time with my Sir, for his kindness, his sweet touch, his gentle strength and his attention. Even for the spankings he delivers. His hand across my ass, a release of control as I writhe under the sting of his belt across my breasts, stomach, ass and clit. He touches me in ways that make me moan and want more of him. His dominance is like my drug, his words lift me up, his touch leads me, guides me, his arms protect me, his release is my peace.  I am grateful for the way he cherishes me.

Again, many thanks to my followers on twitter, saw this pic and had to add it to my thoughts. What a perfect sentiment. Xoxo

When he talks to me like this I quiver inside.

I am a sentimental fool at times and when my Sir sends me text messages that make me melt I want to save them, ah, but I should not because remember, I am a married woman.  A married foolish woman who has been completely smitten by her Dom and now only hopes that her relationship with her Sir lasts for years and years.  I dare say I hope it out lasts my marriage, which if you don't already know is on the vanilla rocks.

This text made me quiver today, made me dream of future days on my knees for him.

My text to him:  I am so lucky to have found the perfect man.  The link to my kink, I can't wait to feel the ropes on my body and give myself to you to use. Xxo

His response to me was:  You do know that's mutual, and for that I am truly grateful.  You are My perfectly sexy, tight, hot, gorgeous, creative, intelligent, submissive little slut of mine..Whom I will use without apology to satisfy my most erotic desires and fantasies.  I will secure you. Tease you. Play with you. Bite you. Slap you. Finger you. Taste you. Firmly force you.  Make your skin red.  Open you up. Fuck you. Make you please me. Suck me. Fuck me. Open your legs for me. Open your mouth for me. Drink my cum.  Your nipples will be slapped.  Your pussy will be held open and stung with a belt, your clit will be teased and bitten.  You will cum for me. You will make my fingers, my lips and my cock wet from you and when I am done I will hold you as you shake in my arms.  Whisper in your ear, and kiss you thoroughly... and send you back home.  As we both long for and anticipate the intoxicating moment when we are able to touch each other again. X

Bound on my knees... a moment with my Sir

My Sir handed me a blindfold and kissed my lips.  "Beautiful, put this on."  Without hesitation I put the blindfold on.  He walked in front of me as he led me gently and but firmly into a room.  "Give me you hands" he said, his voice in my ear sending shivers up my spine.  Obediently, I held out my hands and he took them and I felt the cuffs being applied to my wrists.

 My heart filled with joy as I felt his hands trembling as he bound the buckles of my restraints.  I felt his breath quicken when my lips brushed his hand in a grateful gesture.  I knew that this was not a sign of weakness but of his desire for me. That giving him myself completely and totally trusting my body to him was the greatest gift I could give him.  I felt the ropes wined through my restraints at my wrists and he pulled my arms over my head. "On your knees." He whispered.  I nodded as I dropped to my knees, my arms over my head.  I lifted my blindfolded face to where his voice was coming from.   Instinctively I knew that I was between his legs and I opened my mouth, hoping to be rewarded with the taste of his cock
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I heard the smile in his voice, "Ah my beautiful sexy girl, you please me."  I smiled at the sound of his words, "Thank you, my Sir." I whispered, my lips brushing the tip of his cock which drooled precum on to my lower lip.  I felt it string across my lips as he gently slapped my cheek. "Good girl." He said then pushed himself deep into my mouth and down my throat....

photo credits from twitter! awesome pics...