Sinnocence
Sinnocence is 32 years old and lives in the southern United States, where it is far too hot, with her son and husband.
She has been involved with the Goth scene since 1983 when the “Punks” and “Goths” were collectively just known as “Freaks”.
By both her fans and detractors, Sinnocence has been described as “the web’s most psychotic bitch”. Those willing to take the time to look through her sizable personal site (linked below), could be forgiven for agreeing.
Whether it’s by helping to tear the “Net.Goth” scene apart from it’s poseur fringes to it’s pretentious core with the “Catty Goths” at Reality Check or simply her formidable personality, Sinnocence truly is a force to be reckoned with. She is a multi-faceted character, not just a one-dimensional “link whore”, but a writer of prose and poetry as well, one of her short stories is featured below.
At various times in her life she has gone through such myriad careers as pro-Domme, owner and operator of a sizable phone entertainment service, loan approval agent, bartender, singer and teacher.
She has recently decided to go back to school and earn her degree in Computer Science. Hopefully this one won’t go to waste as her Psychology degree has.
Love her or hate her, it is doubtful you’ll forget her.
-written by ypcat, adoring husband
His First Encounter with Sensual Submission
I look at my watch. Exactly 8 p.m. I ring your room and inform you that I am in the lobby of the hotel we agreed upon. You know what I expect of you. I wander into the bar for a glass of merlot, knowing your anticipation is growing with every second that passes. I stall… making idle conversation with the bartender. Ten minutes pass and I pay for my drink.
I pick up my travel case and purse and head for the elevator. I press for the 16th floor I close my eyes and imagine you as you wait for me. Your room is down the hall to the right.
The door is left slightly ajar as I instructed and I walk inside. The room is sparsely but tastefully finished and I see you have done all that I have instructed you to do. I lay my travel case and purse against the chair and toss my coat over the chair back. I sit on the edge of the bed where you lay silent and still, nothing adorning your body but the black leather and velvet blindfold I had sent you with my instructions for the evening. The room is illuminated by several candles, the light dancing and reflecting off your soft skin.
I lean close to your face and you can feel my breath warm on your cheek. “Hello, my love”, I whisper as I gently trace your lips with the tips of my long nails. I study your body, and see you are obviously tense and nervous. “Relax, baby”, I whisper as I trail my nails down your body, lightly brushing against your semi-erect cock. You harden completely to my touch and the rest of your body seems more at ease. You do not utter a word. Your silence is an agreement. By speaking without my permission, you know our evening will instantly draw to an end.
I stand and walk to my travel case, pick it up and place it open, on the night table. I look down at you… your chest rising and falling faster as your excitement increases with each breath you take. I sit next to you again. You feel me slide the soft leather collar around your neck and lock it into place. “Tonight, I own you” I whisper. The moments feel like days to you as I fasten soft leather restraints on your ankles and wrists and secure them to the bed posts by looping silk scarves through the D-rings as to not scar the wood of the antique bed where you lay. I whisper into your ear, assuring you that I love you… that I desire you… that I find you beautiful. I bend to your lips and lightly trace them with my tongue. Your mouth opens and my tongue explores yours… our first kiss, and it electrifies both of us.
I trail kisses down your chest… teasing each nipple. I take my time licking down your belly. I stop right over your cock, letting you feel my breath on your hard flesh. As you strain against the binds,trying desperately to feel my mouth on you, I slowly move away and down to your thighs. Licking and tasting every inch. You emit a soft whimper. >My fingers gently move between your thighs… touching and exploring, softly massaging your soft sac of skin. I hear you moan softly. I notice a tiny pearly bead of pre-cum oozing from the head of your now pulsing cock and my tongue eagerly darts out to taste you.
I softly kiss the smooth purplish head, letting my tongue swirl around it. You whimper softly and arch your back towards me. I take your swollen shaft into my hand and start gently stroking you. Your body responds in rhythm. I guide your cock past my lips, hungrily taking you into my throat. My lips slide up and down your hard cock, milking you into my mouth. I work faster… eager to taste all of you, to swallow you. Your body stiffens and you fill my mouth with warm creamy liquid as your body spasms against your bonds. I lick all of the cum off your quivering cock. “Good Boy”, I whisper….
… As your cock slowly softens, I carefully lick each remaining drop of cum off the tip as I cradle it in my hands. There is a knock at the door. I look at my watch. 9PM exactly. Perfectly on time. I answer the door and bring in the cart that room service left as directed.
You hear me set something down on the bedside table. “Do you trust me?”, I whisper. You nod. You feel something cool and sweet against your lips… you can smell it… peaches. You open your mouth and I feed you,I lick the traces of peach juice from your lips. I reach for another piece of fruit ,and your mouth instantly opens. “Just your tongue,” I tell you. You stick your tongue out and I rub the piece of fruit across it. “Now lick it”, I whisper. You taste not only peach juice, but my juices on the fruit. I ask if you want more. You nod eagerly. I dip the peach slice into my wet pussy and feed it to you…. rubbing it on your lips, then dropping it into your mouth. I bend and lick your neck. ” You please me. You make me very wet, love”, I whisper, ” Do you want more?” You nod.
You feel my leg over your chest, the heel of my boot against your opposite arm. You can smell the mixture of my pussy and peaches as I tell you how nice the cool slices of fruit feel as I push them inside me. I scoot up the bed, and holding onto the headboard, I squat over your face. You can smell me. You feel a bit of peach juice dribble onto your face. I tell you to open your mouth. You do so without question. I slide my pussy down gently on your mouth and push a slice of fruit out with my muscles. I tell you not to chew… to just hold it in your mouth. I slide down next to you and bend to kiss you. You offer the fruit into my mouth. I bite it in two, and we share.
I start untying your binds but I leave the soft leather restraints on you. I want you to continue to feel like my property… that I own you. I help you sit up, and you feel me snap your leash onto the ring of your collar. I help you to the floor , onto your hands and knees and I lead you to the Victorian chair in the corner of the room.You kneel in front of it, my obedient pet.You hear me sit down in front of you. Your leash tugs and you move forward till you feel the edge of the chair against your chest. You can smell me. You feel the heels of my boots on your back as I pull you closer with my legs. Your cheek brushes against my bare thigh.
I reach down and clip your wrists together in front of you and slowly remove your blindfold. I look down at you kneeling between my thighs…. each of my legs draped over each arm of the chair and encasing you. I stroke your hair and look deeply into your eyes.
“Do you wish to continue?” I ask.
You nod.
I smile and tell you to look at my pussy. I watch as you lower your eyes from mine and gaze between my thighs. The lips of my pussy are smooth and slick with my own excitement, the inner lips are slightly parted and you can see a bit of peach trying to push out from between them. Your leash is threaded under my leg and over my shoulder. As I pull, your face is drawn closer to me. “Eat your fruit”, I tell you. I feel your lips press against my sex as I push the fruit into your mouth. You chew and swallow and I feel your tongue opening the folds of my wet flesh searching for more.
“Look at me while you lick me, pet”. Your tongue probes deeper as your eyes meet my heavy-lidded gaze.
“I am afraid there is no more fruit, pet”, I whisper, “but don’t you dare stop.” I pull your leash down and your face presses obscenely into me. “Please me…. make me cum”
Your tongue eagerly explores my pussy, sliding deeper inside me then lapping at my clit. Your face is soaked in my juices as my hips move against you while you suck and lick me.
“Pet, use your hands, I want to feel your fingers inside me”. You oblige, slowly working your fingers in and out of my cunt. You hear me moan.
“Your hands are restrained together for a reason, baby,” I manage to say ” I want a finger from your other hand sliding into my ass” You dip it into my pussy for lubrication then work it slowly into my ass, opening up the tight little hole with your index finger.
“Good boy” , I hiss, “Now lick my clit”. With both of your hands working on me, your fingers fucking my pussy and ass, your mouth on my clit brings me to the edge of orgasm. “Show me that you want it, baby”
You lick harder and faster, your fingers pushed all the way inside me, your tongue expertly sliding all over my clit, making my pussy throb. I cannot hold back anymore and cum hard all over your face, grinding myself against you and I gasp and scream in ecstasy. I hold your head still while my pussy and ass contract around your fingers…the muscles gripping you. I gesture for you to ease them out of me and tell you to lick the fingers that were in my pussy clean of all my cum.
You do so as you look up into my eyes…
© Sinnocence, 1998-2001
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