Thursday, 28 July 2011

20,000 views: Thank you from Ella and Mark x

I want to say a big thank you to everyone who is following our blog.  There are two driving factors that encourage us to further develop the blog.  The first driver is that the blog encourages both me and Mark to further develop our relationship, to deepen our spiritual and physical connection.  We have known one another for many years and our relationship is continually developing and becoming richer, deeper and more pure, we are soul mates. The second driver is the encouragement, kind comments and appreciation that we receive from you all.  We invest emotionally and physically in this blog to further develop our own relationship and to enrich your lives and relationships.
This week our blog hit 20,000 views in less than two months.  You our fans are the reason that our blog is a success. So in order to say thank you to everyone I have a treat in store for you all.  We have received many requests to see my face, to see me in my entirety, to see my eyes and to encourage you to make a deeper connection with me.  So to celebrate the blog reaching 20,000 views in less than two months I have decided to post a series of full body pictures for you.  I hope you enjoy this post; I am sharing one of our all time favorite series of photos with you all.  This series of photos captures the connection and relationship that Mark and I share, when you view this series you will feel the passion and love that I feel for Mark.  So much has happened in our lives since we took these photos.  We have been through lonely dark times but we are now reconnecting with one another and discovering one another on an unprecedented level, something we will cherish and never lose sight of again.
I am a 30 year old woman and I work as a Financial Modeller in a European division of a large international organization.  I have invested many years of my life in University study and I have worked many extra hours to further develop my career which is very important to me.  I am very proud of my professional achievements but there is more to life than work.  As I enter my thirties I have invested heavily in developing myself personally and sexually and to be absolutely honest with who I am, all of which lead me to reconnect to Mark my soul mate.  Please understand my apprehension at exposing my face in some of our more explicit pictures as I am very cautious about losing all that I have ever worked for.  However the whole purpose of our blog is to enable us to experiment and discover ourselves sexually.  I hope you like this series of photos and that you feel the intimacy that I will share with you and you alone.
So while I lay there on our bed one warm Sunday afternoon I ran my hands over my body, I touched myself while Mark stood above me and watched me eagerly just as you are doing now. It was autumn and the breeze on my bare skin was delightful.

Mark admired my body and my lingerie, he told me how gorgeous and how special I was.  He stood above me and sighed at me, looking at me with those cheeky eyes.  He told me how I had such an erotic effect on him, he told me how he never got hard during his photo shoots with all the other woman.  But with me, he stood above me, he was hard as rock and wanted to put the camera down, to strip off his clothes and to slide his hard cock into my moist pussy.  I smiled at him and told him to be patient and to photograph me.


I removed my bra and stroked my hard nipples which only further aroused me.  I could see Marks cook protrude from his shorts, I loved it, I loved that he was hard and ready for me. I smiled and arched my back and savored my own body and the company I was sharing.


By now Mark was encouraging me to touch my pussy, he eagerly asked me whether I was wet, whether my pussy was ready for his cock.  I teasingly replied that I wasn't sure and that I might need to check so I ran my palm down my body and across my sheer panties.  The sensation was delightful, I told him that he would not be disappointed but that I would get to enjoy my moist pussy before he was was allowed near me.  I told him that he had to watch me touch myself.


I closed my eyes and entered my own special place.  I slid off my panties and felt exhilarated to now be fully nude before my audience of one.  I slid my fingers over my bare pussy; my touch sent a shot of sensation through my body. I slid my fingers over my pelvis and felt my pussy shudder; this was one of my favorite places to touch myself as it was my special g spot. The sensation made me gush, I felt my juices leak from my pussy, I loved the taste of my pussy juice, I had become well accustomed to the treat of licking my juice off of Marks cock.  Little did Mark know but I would always lick my juice from my fingers after I masturbated alone, Mark was a man of fine taste who taught me to appreciate my body fully.


It only took a moment but I was so close to coming, the pleasure of sharing my body and soul with Mark had become too much.  I used my left hand to gently flick and massage my clit, my finger was saturated with my pre-cum.  I teased Mark that the cum was all mine to devour and that he would have to prove himself to me if he were to sink his tongue into my pussy.  I then took my right hand and ran my fingers over my g spot, I felt my insides leap and shudder with ecstasy.  This set off a chain reaction through my body, I felt my orgasm build up inside me and then when I knew my orgasm was upon me I pressed my finger gently onto my clit and savored the sensation as pleasure shot through my limbs.


Mark stood there and smiled at me, he bit his lip and said "Oh my God girl, your insatiable, I'm going to slide me cock deep into that wet pussy of yours and fuck you".  I told him that he had to wait a moment and that I hadn't finished yet, that my favorite bit was about to come.  I slid my finger deep into my pussy and closed my eyes and felt my pussy pulsate around my finger, I held it there and listened to my body applaud me, "Ahhhh I'm now finished" I said to Mark.  "Mark, I think it's time you put down the camera and removed your clothing and buried your cock deep inside of my luscious pussy".  Mark obliged and Ella was happy, Love me x.

What's in the post

Winter had set in now and it was only a matter of time before it snowed. She wrapped up warm for the walk to work, arriving at the office early as usual.  She had picked up her coffee on the way and now sat at her desk to drink it and settle in for the day. She removed her coat and scarf and finally her gloves, the ones she had purchased in Florence that weekend. She loved those weekend trips on the train; beautiful cites to explore an hour or two away on a train.

She wrapped her hands around her cup enjoying the warmth; her face was still cold from the air outside. Mmmm, she had finally found decent coffee on her walk to work. She turned on her computer ready to trawl through her email, setting herself up for the day before the rest of the team, and the inevitable distractions arrived. The emails came up on the screen and she scanned through them quickly, hoping there would be at least one or two from family in friends back in Australia.

"Ahhh Australia, 30 Celsius in the shade!" she smiled. Most of the email was work requests, some in French, some in English from the London office. And there in the middle was one from Mark, usual cheeky subject "IMPORTANT -FROM ME, READ FIRST". He knew what time she started and sent her evening emails from home so they would be there when she started work and before he went to sleep. Usually inviting her to send him some dirty thought that he could take to bed with him.

"Hey babe, you will need this. AU765246248YZ. Love Mark x". One of his cryptic messages, his idea of a game. "You dick!" she thought to herself. "What's that supposed to mean"? She ad work in the freight industry and thought it looked like a consignment number but without knowing what freight company it was from she had no idea how to track it. "Sigh, ok let's plays his silly game". She quickly typed a reply.

"Hello darling, thanks so much for the number, I'm overwhelmed.  Sleep tight and send me the next piece of the puzzle in a week or two :p" knowing too well that he would be wanting an excited, "I can't wait and I miss you so" response. She returned to her work email, it was going to be a busy day. Hopefully he didn't want to sit up half the night swapping emails.

Thankfully he let her be and she got on with her day. Work was busy, usual mix of snotty Englishmen and crazy Frenchmen. That said it was productive and satisfying. Progress on her project was good and with a bit of a kick they were going to get it done by the deadline. Her mind wandered back to Mark as she walked home. It wasn't like him to send that sort of email and drop it, he was up to something.

She went about her evening, a light dinner, some more work and TV. Old reruns of programs in French made her laugh but weren't doing her language skills any harm. No call from Mark, not even a txt message. All very strange. But she was tired and went to bed early. "Mark will keep" she thought to herself. She slept soundly waking abruptly as the alarm rang.  She hit the snooze button and drifted back to sleep, for a few short minutes at least.


She rose, showered and got ready for work. A busy day ahead. She walked through the dark streets arriving at the dark office around 7:30. As usual she was first in. She enjoyed the quiet time, her time to organize her day. She sipped her coffee and as usual attacked her list of emails. She smiled, again from Mark "IMPORTANT -FROM ME, READ FIRST". "I think you will need this too. AU452763529XZ. Love Mark x". Nothing more. She grinned, deciding not to reply.

Once again silence until the next day, sure enough there was another email.  "IMPORTANT -FROM ME, READ FIRST". "This should do the trick. AU429877436FD. Love Mark x". Nothing else, just 3 tracking numbers, no idea when they would arrive and what they were for. She shrugged her shoulders and got on with her day. Work was going well and she was enjoying it. It was lunchtime before she knew it.

She put her coat and scarf on, preparing to wander out to find a baguette and coffee. As she passed the reception desk Monique stopped her. "This arrived for you earlier Ella" she said handing her a courier envelope. Sure enough it was from Mark and it looked like it was the first tracking number her had send her. "Thank you Monique" she said, taking the package with her. She knew better than to open it at her desk in front if her workmates; she had learnt that lesson some years earlier. Thigh high boots with 5-inch heels had only one interpretation!

She sat down at the cafe and waited for her coffee and food. Tentatively she opened the small package. Inside was a note and another small package. The note simply said, "don't thank me, just use this and send it back to me, what to do with it will become apparent". She opened the smaller package; in it was a memory card, the type that fits in your phone or a camera. "What's this for?" she wondered. She ate her lunch and returned to work



The next day there was no email but again a package arrived. This time a little larger and heavier. The note read, "This will ease the way". She found a quiet roomed and opened it. "Oh my god!" she said aloud. Mark had sent her a tub, well a small tub at least of lubricant. "What the hell is he up to?" she thought to herself, "and what's going to be in tomorrow's package?” She blushed, stuffing the jar into her handbag and returning to her desk. She resisted the temptation to send him the "What the fuck?" email she wanted too. She was a little intrigued. A memory card and lubricant, what next?



She slept poorly, her mind wandered. She had worked out that the memory card fitted her camera; he wanted a picture of something. The lubricant means it wasn't street scenes or landscapes that was obvious! What did that third package contain? The next day was Friday; she hoped the package would arrive that day, in time or the weekend. The forecast was grim, snow, a weekend to hunker down.

She arrived at work the following morning. Surprisingly chipper for a Friday as one of her workmates commented. At around 11 her phone rang, "Another package for you Ella, you mysterious woman!" said Monique. She walked to the reception desk and took her package from Monique. "Hmmm I'm going to pour wine down you and find out what's going on Ella, that's a very naughty look on you face" Monique said to her grinning.

She took the package and went to hide in the bathroom to examine it. Same format, a note and another package. A little heavier again. The note simply said, "a treat for those cold nights, instructions inside". She eagerly opened the package, inside was a beautiful glass dildo. Smooth and sensual, double ended, a cone shaped butt plug on one end and a perfectly crafted Penis on the other. She loved the smoothness and the weight if it. "Crazy man" she thought to herself. She smiled, this was a fun present and she looked knowing he was having dirty thoughts about her.




The box contained an envelope, sealed with the words "Instructions - do not open until you get home!" She packed it back into the courier envelope and made the dash past reception to her desk. Monique was on the phone but her eyes followed Ella to her desk, smiling all too knowingly at her. She put the package in her desk drawer and locked it. She had the instructions in her hand. She quietly prized open the envelope in it was a second envelope, it read, "Not until you get home!" She giggled, her knew her well.

The afternoon dragged, she was dying to get home and read the instructions. What exactly did he want her to do? He was such a tease but she liked his games. From half a world away he still made her wet. Her time away was still fun, she still felt loved and adored and most importantly utterly desired and ousted over. He was sound asleep and he was making her wet. She smiled "The bastard!"


Finally the day was over. Despite protests from Monique she declined her usual Friday night drink and hurried home through the first of the snowflakes. She was dying to know what was in the instructions. She almost ran in the door throwing her coat and scarf on the bed. She tore open the envelope and read the instructions.
"INSTRUCTIONS

If you are a good girl and follow these instructions you will receive a special surprise in exactly 4 weeks. It should be Friday now and your surprise is timed for Friday after work in 4 weeks. It is very important that you are well prepared and I expect you to do as I say, you will not regret it I promise.

You have received 3 things, a memory card, a tub if lubricant and a heavy glass dildo. You may wish to use dildo on you clit and pussy, that is good, I expect and encourage you to do so. But it has another purpose.

 Each day you must carry out the following tasks. If you miss a day, you will not get your surprise. Each day you must

1. Lubricate your anus liberally, the tub should easily last the four weeks
2. Insert the dildo into your anus, the butt plug end progressively for the first two weeks, the penis slowly over the second two weeks
3. Take a daily photograph each evening, showing your progress

If, and only if I am happy with your progress and you send a picture each day you will receive a special surprise 4 weeks from now.

This first evening you are exempt. Run the dill under a hot tap to warm it and get to know your new toy. Simply email acceptance tomorrow and I will set the wheels in motion"
She gasped. He was a crazy idiot. Expecting her to ream her arse out for a month for some silly surprise? Was she that stupid? Still it was a shitty night outside and the thought of something warm inside her appealed. She would certainly give this new toy a try; whether r not she played his game was smother matter!

She poured herself a wine, leaving the dildo under a hot tap in the bathroom. She undressed and put on her winter robe. The room was warm and the bed soft and inviting. She turned off the lights, leaving on the bedside lamp and some music playing softly in the background. She turned off the tap and gently dried the dildo. It was warm and surprisingly heavy. She would need to be gentle on herself.

She climbed into bed and between the sheets. It was cold and snowing outside, warm and inviting inside. She ran the head of the dildo down her stomach, feeling its warmth and weight. She gently ran it up and owns her moist slit. "I wont be needing the lubricant tonight" she thought to herself. Slowly store by stroke she let the dildo sink into her, it's own weight carrying it deeper into her moist hole. The weight combined with her wetness meant it slipped deep into her with no force.



The feeling was strange, almost natural in a way and yet not. I radiated warmth within her and she felt herself working with in in an unfamiliar motion. She held it back and gently let it fall into her, the difference between push with her conventional toys and pull with this to keep it from sinking too deep inside her. She quickly gained control. Let it slide in but not too deep to knock her cervix.

Slowly she built up momentum, the shape and detail caressed all the right places, the warmth added another dimension. She got wetter and wetter, as she did when Mark fucked her. Eventually she felt her legs and hips shudder, she was about to come and there was no going back. The waves of pleasure flowed through her as she felt her vagina contract pulling the dildo into her.

"Well", she thought, "I don't care what he wants, I will be doing that again!" She lay back in the bed, caressing the dildo. "Mmmm I really like this thing and it's nice to know he has these dirty thoughts about me. Maybe I will play along" she thought to herself. She fished through the bedside cabinet for her camera and loaded the memory card he had sent. She laid the dildo across her naked stomach and snapped a picture. She would send that to him tomorrow with her acceptance of his challenge.


And that was the beginning. She did as she was told, spending time each day easing the dildo into her, a little more each day, taking and sending the photos to him. They spoke on several occasions over the month but she was forbidden to speak of this. This was different, nothing to do with their day-to-day exchanges.

She had to admit, the feel of the dildo in her arse was good and it got better the deeper she went. The start of the third week was daunting but very stimulating, she loved the extra girth and depth and the week improved as she went, a little more each day. Into the fourth week she was dying of curiosity. What would the special surprise be?

She walked to work that Friday morning, her head spinning. A whole month she had played his game, sure it was fun but today was delivery day. There had been no indication from him, no email with a consignment number, nothing. He had barely acknowledged her emails, simply saying “Thank you, good girl” every few days. And again that morning there was no email either.

The day dragged as Friday’s often did. She had kept the evening free in expectation of her surprise, not that she knew what it was. She read back over her instructions, “after work” it said, so she had to simply wait. She tried to focus on her work, failing to really do so. Finally it was 4:30 and time to leave. “Nothing?” she asked herself. What the hell was Mark up too?

She walked home, in the rain. A cold and miserable night and Mark had let her down it seemed. She would ring him soon and wake him up, would serve him right. She reached her apartment and opened the door. Peace and quiet. She took off her coat and scarf and hung them in the wardrobe. She fell back on the bed, letting out a sigh. Her head dropped back onto the pillow, she felt something under it.

She threw the pillow back and found another package. How had he got it under her pillow from 10,000 miles away? What on earth had he done? She opened the package, another note and a box. She read the note, “Yes I am back in France, and you will see me in due course. But first you need to do something for me. Open the box and follow the instructions!” “Oh my god” she squealed, he was here in Dijon!




She opened the box and inside was another glass dildo. A single ended one this time. Thick and shaped just like a penis. She opened the instructions.

“INSTRUCTIONS

As you may have guessed by now the surprise is me. Yes I am paying you a visit but there is one more thing you must do to get your reward.

Take the two dildos and complete the puzzle. The first one belongs in your anus and the second one in your vagina. Its up to you when you do this but I want you full in both holes and I want proof. I am here for a week; sometime during that week you must use both dildos, take a picture and send it to me. Then and only then I will pay you a visit and give you a taste of some real cock.

It is up to you how long you make me wait”

Well this was a surprise and one of the best sorts. She and Mark hadn’t been together for far too long and she was dying to have him, in every sense. Her first reaction was to do exactly as he asked and take the photograph. If she were quick he would be there that night. “But that’s exactly what he wants” she thought to herself. Perhaps she could play the game too and see who broke first.


Yes that’s exactly what she would do, tease him and make him wait just the way he had done to her. So he wanted a specific photograph, she would give him a photograph but not what he was expecting, she was in charge, for now. She took the new dildo and the one from the drawer in her bedside cabinet, and ran them under the warm tap. While they warmed she prepared the scene.

She took her favourite mirror off the wall and propped it against the wall in the corner. Sitting in front of it she could see herself and the room she was in. She found her camera, retrieved the dildo’s and removed her clothes. She positioned herself in front of the mirror and spread her long legs. Admiring herself she smiled as she positioned the dildos, the new one standing upright on its base to one side and the other lying by her thigh on the other side.

She touched herself and realized just how wet she was. This was exciting and she knew this shot would drive him wild. She fingered herself and smeared her juices over her pussy and anus, enough to make them look wet. She then took the camera and took a series of shots, from different heights and angles, her other hand in different positions. She lay back and looked through the shots.

There it was, the shot she wanted him to see. Legs wide apart, dildos clearly visible and her hand spreading her pussy lips. “Mmmm I look so hot, lets see him refuse this” she giggled. She walked to her computer, downloaded her pic and sent it to him. “Lets see how he reacts to that!” She reached for her glass of wine and sipped, knowing it wouldn’t take long for him to respond. He was close by, that’s the way he played it.

Mark’s phone buzzed in his pocket. An incoming email, his heart sped up a little, he hoped it was from her. Would she have done as he asked or was she going to extend the game a little? “50/50 split” he thought to himself. He reached into his pocket, took out his phone and checked the email. “Mmmm” he thought to himself as he opened it, it was from Ella and she had attached a picture. He waited for what seemed an eternity for it to download.

“Oh my lord, that’s gorgeous” he though to himself. He loved it when she was like this for him. He loved knowing that she knew how much her wanted her and how she flaunted herself for him. She sat there; legs and pussy spread taunting him. Open, erotic, everything he loved about her sexually, but teasing him. The look on her face said it all “If you want it you are going to have to come and get it Mark, I’m done with your game now”.

“Hmmm, he thought to himself. “What do I do now, go to her and fall into what we both know will be a great sexual experience or wait, draw it out and sweeten it even more” He knew that he had to be careful, on occasion she had been known to refuse him completely. He knew she couldn’t hold out for days, the lovemaking would come sooner or later but he wanted her now and they both knew it.

He had booked a room at a nice hotel in Dijon, just in case this happened or in case they wanted a change of scene. He hadn’t checked in but it was time he did. He looked at his watch, 6:30pm. The Sofitel was one of the better hotels in Dijon, an odd mix of American d├ęcor in the rooms, classical European in other parts of the hotel, but yes it was nice. Nice enough to fuck her in, she had good taste.



He checked in and went up in the lift to his room. Room 656 was pleasant, a little small but tasteful enough. He ran his mind though some options. He could simply call her and ask her to come, telling her she didn’t have to play the game. He could reply to the email and simply say she would have to wait until she was prepared to play the game out. Or, he could change the rules, “they were his rules after all” he thought to himself.

He composed a text; this wasn’t the time for a protracted email conversation. “I’m here, in Dijon. Come to the Sofitel and text me when you are here. If you follow my instructions I will give you the room number. If you don’t we will both have a lonely evening” He pushed send and waited. She would come, he knew that but she wouldn’t do quite what she was told, there would be a twist.

His phone beeped, it simply said “On my way x”. That was easier than he had expected. He took the opportunity for a quick shower; she had a 10-minute or so walk from her apartment. He got out of the shower, dried himself and put on one of the hotel robes. She would be here soon.

His phone beeped again, it was she. “I’m outside, I want you to do something for me. If you do you may just get what you want. Does your room face the street? Which floor are you on”. He replied, “Yes the room faces out, I’m on the 6th floor. What do you want me to do?” “You’ve had your fun with me, now its time I had a little too. Come to your window naked and look across the street. You will see me standing there. Await your instructions”

He did as he was told; he hesitated at standing in the lit room, naked to the street. There were people about but not many and they had done worse, much worse in the past. The phone beeped “Good, now I want to see how hard your cock is and how much you want me. Stroke it for me and when I say you can stop you will stop and send me your room number”. “Fuck, this is going to get me into trouble if I get seen” he thought. Then he flicked back to her picture and there was no question, he had to do it.

He slowly stroked himself. He loved the way it felt, the way his own penis throbbed in his had. The feel of his smooth balls. The feel of the precum dribbling out of him. The sensitivity of the head as he pulled back his foreskin. He stood there eyes closed and imagined her. The phone beeped again “Good, very good. Just a little more but don’t come, not yet” He looked down and there eyes met; she reached into her handbag and pulled out the dildos. One in each hand. She brought the shorter one up to her lips and began to ease it into her mouth.

Just as he was beginning to feel the orgasm start to build inside him she stopped, put the toys into her bag and reached for her phone. “Now, give me the room number, now”. For a moment he considered playing a joke on her and giving her the wrong number. “Dumb idea” he thought, “she wont like that!”. He reached for his phone and sent the text. “Room 656, now, please!”

She crossed the road, avoiding what little traffic there was and entered the hotel. A beautiful building she had often admired but never visited. The inside was elegant also she thought as she walked through the foyer to the lifts. Existing at level 6 she found the room and knocked on the door. Mark answered and she entered. He tried to wrap his arms around her but she pushed him away. “Not yet Mark, we have unfinished business” she said. “And what business would that be darling” he replied.

“Well Mark, there is something you wanted a photograph of as I recall. I was to do that before I got you and I intend playing the game. The only change is you get to see me doing it, from the safety of that chair over there actually. You do anything before I’ve sent you the photograph and the game is over. Do you understand?”. “Uh huh” he nodded, sitting in the chair.

Ella slowly undressed, she knew this would be a combination of pain and pleasure for Mark and she was going to play that to the full. She would do what he wanted but he would pay for it. She had dressed casually but had put on some nice lingerie for him, well as much for herself. She stood before him, black lace and mesh bra and panties and stay up stockings. Mark smiled at her “You like this don’t you Mark” she said to him. “Tell me how much you want that picture you asked for. Tell me what you’re prepared to do for it”

“You know how it works darling, I will do whatever you like” he said, quickly, confidently. “Well I will make a start and we can see what we think of then”. She unclipped her bra and peeled off her panties. “Stockings on or not Mark? What would you prefer?” “On, please darling” he replied. “Tough Mark, that’s my choice” she said, sliding them down her legs. She stopped with the stockings around her ankles, “I like it this way”.

She walked to the corner and stood in front of the full-length mirror. “You like my body Mark, like how good Dijon has been to me?” “You look fantastic Ella, you know you do” he replied. “Thank you Mark” she said smiling back at him. “Now let me see, something like this” she said, sitting in front of the mirror, legs apart, leaning back to show her pussy and tight asshole. “Was this the pose you wanted?”. “God yes” he replied.


She reached for her bag and took out the dildos. “I haven’t got any lube Mark, I’m going to have to get myself wet enough first. You will have to be patient” Slowly she caressed herself, fingers gently over her pussy at first, then slowly entering herself, fingering herself as she started to get wetter and wetter. She looked at Mark in the mirror, sitting there mesmerized, cock in his hand. “Don’t come” she reminded him.

She took the double-ended vibrator in her hand, licking it slowly to moisten the tip and thrust it into herself. “That feels so good deep in my wet cunt Mark, you chose well”. “I’m glad” he replied, focusing on her, trying to exercise enough self control to stop himself coming. “But that’s not where you wanted it is it Mark, not my cunt, tell me where you want it Mark”. “In your sweet, tight little arse Ella, please do that for me” he pleased. Slowly, an inch at a time she withdrew it from her pussy. She was now very wet and she reached down to lubricate her anus with her own wetness.

And then she did it, she slowly and carefully slid the dildo into her anus, a glorious inch at a time. 3 inches, then 4 inches into her. “There Mark, that’s where you wanted it isn’t it!” “Uh huh” Mark replied. “And where does the other one belong Mark? Tell me, don’t be shy”. “In your beautiful pussy darling, please darling”. She grasped the other dildo and eased it into herself. Two holes filled was sheer bliss. She loved the feeling.

“And now the photograph” she said picking up her phone and taking the shot. “Mmmm that looks good” she said, sending it to him in an email. “There, you have what you want Mark, now its my turn” she said, looking directly at him. “Are you close to coming?” “Yes, you know I am Ella” he chuckled. “Well in that case come here, I want you to stand in front of me and stroke your cock. When you’re ready you can come into my mouth ok?”

Mark did as he was told, stood in front of her and masturbated to orgasm, shooting his hot load down her throat. “Mmmm thank you Mark” she said, smiling back at him. “Wait here while I go to the bathroom” She collected up her clothes and headed through the door. After a few minutes she returned fully dressed. “What’s with the clothes Ella?” he asked. “Well Mark, this is the start of the next part of the game. I’m leaving now. I will return and if you are here I will fuck you in only the way I can. If you are not you miss out. Its up to you, do you stay and wait, or do you come looking”

“Enjoy your night, I will be back, sooner or later” she said over her shoulder, closing the door behind her.

Oops, Deleted a Post By Mistake

Sorry everyone, I was having a little clean up of the blog yesterday and inadvertently deleted one of our earlier posts "Whats in the Post?"

Will put it up again shortly. Apologies for those of you who have already seen it but for those who haven't I have a feeling you wont mind :)

Mark (sorry Ella)

PS As always a shot for your enjoyment 


Saturday, 23 July 2011

Dominating you

Ella loved her day job as an analyst at the Telco she worked for. It stimulated her brain, she liked the people and even if she did say so herself she had an eye for numbers. She worked in a professional job and for all intents and purposes she appeared as the conservative professional to her colleagues. But it was her extra curricular activities that stimulated other parts of her personality. The things they didn’t see that made her the person she was, the things they could never know.

Ella led a double life, analyst by day and well, anal-ist by night I guess you could say. He alter ego Sarah was a professional of a very different sort. Ella was always open minded and enjoyed pushing her boundaries a little, but she never thought it would come to this, Sarah the after hours dominatrix. Tonight was like any other, several times a month at least, she would pay a visit to one of her regulars and give him what he wanted and more to the point what she wanted.

She arrived home from work, showered and began preparing herself. She laid our her clothes and equipment on the bed and began her transformation. She prided herself on how different she looked; so different in fact that her colleagues wouldn’t recognize her if she passed them in the street, an unexpected bonus but a bonus never the less.



She tied back her hair, she was lucky, she had fine hair and the wigs she wore looked natural despite her long hair being tied back underneath. She looked at the wigs she had, different lengths, styles and colors and selected the short black bob wig, her personal favorite and one that tonight’s client apparently liked too, not that that was a priority, this evening wasn’t about what he liked, it was about what she was going to make him do!

Next was her clothing. She would wear her long black coat over her working clothes so she could dress as outrageously as she wanted, no one would notice. She selected a black lace corset that cut off beneath her breasts, a suspender belt and fishnet stockings. She dressed and paused to admire herself in the mirror, “sexy but not frightening” she thought to herself. “That’s easily fixed,” she reflected as she put on the black, patent leather boots, thigh high with 5” heels. That with her obvious height have her a dominating stature indeed.

She looked in the mirror and pulled a face, “that should scare him shitless” she thought to herself. She then began selecting her equipment. A riding crop, basic but essential for discipline, her double ended dildo glass and strap on harness to fuck him with if he misbehaved and a WWII gas mask with which to really fuck his mind up. She packed the equipment into her bag and put on her coat. Buttoned up she could have been any woman in her coat and boots. Underneath it was a different matter indeed!


She looked at her watch, almost 5; her taxi would be here shortly. She watched out the window waiting for it to arrive. Sure enough a few minutes early he was there, her regular driver. She tipped him 10 Euro each trip to ensure he would come quickly when she needed picking up or arrange another driver she could trust. She took her bag and hurried downstairs. Although being late would add to the angst for her client she was keen to start.

They drove through the streets and after a 10-minute journey arrived at her client’s house on the outskirts of the city, an affluent area in which her client lived alone. She liked Philippe, he was middle aged, harmless, a little warped, but generous, good qualities in a client. She handed Arthur, the driver her fare, giving him his 10 Euro tip and organizing for him to collect her at 8, sooner if she called. She walked through the gate and up to Philippe’s large front door. As usual she would greet him politely as he answered the door, but things would change completely as soon as it was closed.

“Hello Sarah, nice to see you” Philippe said as he opened the door. “Good evening Philippe” she smiled sweetly at him. They both knew things were about to change but exchanged pleasantries anyway. Philippe closed the door behind him. “On your knees you pathetic little man” she snarled at him. He passed her an envelope of cash, 700 Euro’s for 2 hours, “Well worth it” she thought to herself. She placed the money in her bag and took the leash off the hall table. She clipped it onto the collar he had already tied around his neck, paused to tighten it a notch and led him to the rear of the house and out into the garden. The disused railway line beyond his back fence offered plenty of opportunities.


“WELL my little man, we are going to make you pay for your sins”, she said to him in the best low voice she could muster. She took the gas mask from her bag, put it on and stared at him. He looked horrified, "Just the reaction I hoped for" she thought to herself.

She took the bag he had prepared for her, he had done what she had asked and the extra equipment she needed was waiting for her. So much easier when you had an obedient client she thought. Rope cut into 2-meter lengths, candles and matches, clamps to be applied to him and a gag, a leather strap with a buckle and a billiard ball set into the center of it.

“Get onto the ground, and spread your arms and legs, you know the drill” she barked at him. He did as he was told and she tied each foot and hand to the holes they had found in the railway lines on a previous visit. She placed the gag in his mouth and tied it tight behind his head and then blindfolded him. He could hear and smell but not see or taste anything other than the leather and the billiard ball. He was helpless.

“Now the fun begins, the fun for me” she grinned. She took the dildo out of her bag. Using the lubricant he had supplied, as she had demanded, she prepared her end of the dildo and slid it into herself. His cock began to grow hard as she strapped on the harness to keep it in place. “Don’t get to excited little man, you won’t be getting any of this”.


She lit the candles and picked up her whip. She loved the distorted sound of her own voice the gas mask gave, she and Danielle had laughed at it over wine on more than one occasion. “I hear you have behaved disgracefully Philippe, your staff are petrified of you. You deserve to be punished don’t you!” “Yes mistress I do” he whimpered.

She took one of the candles from the ground where she had placed then and held it over him, dribbling the hot wax onto his chest. He shrieked with pain. She laughed at him, “It will get far worse you weak little man” she yelled at him. She grabbed his erect penis and held it to one side, dribbling the candle wax onto his testicles. He was in agony and she knew shedding tears under the blindfold. The trick as she knew well was not to push him too far, wetting himself wasn’t what she wanted.

She put the candle back on the ground and stood astride him. “Its time for you to do something for me now, suck my cock you fucker” she snarled as she lowered herself over his face and nudged his lips with the dildo. He obeyed and took the dildo in his mouth, deeper and deeper as she fucked him. She felt herself getting wetter; this was one of the better parts of the job. The only thing she had to do was make sure he didn’t realise that.


She sat astride him; enjoying him sucking on the dildo as she dug her heals into his thighs, as hard as she could. He yelped in pain but she didn’t stop. He had paid to be hurt and humiliated, and she was going to make sure he was. She pulled her hips back and used her weight to slap him across the face with the dildo. First in one direction and then the other, as hard as she could. He took it well she noticed, he was used to this. Time to pick up the pace.

She rolled off him and reached for the riding crop. Without warning she hit his penis with it, harder and harder with each stroke. He would be in agony for some time, she would leave bruises but she didn’t care. She continued to punish him, pulling his hair, clamping his nipples, whacking his thighs with the crop until he came. The pleasure of the pain was too much for him and he exploded over her. The man was exhausted, battered and sore.


She packed her things and sent her driver a txt. 700 Euro for 90 minutes work and a satisfied client. A good evening indeed. She undid one hand and left him lying there. That was what she did. She knew he would lie there exhausted and eventually summon the strength to untie himself and clean up. He would be texting her for another appointment in 4 weeks, regular as clockwork. This time it would be an afternoon visit, she liked the thought of him tied to a tree while she lay back and spread her legs in the sun. "Mmmm I'm going to enjoy that" she mused.


She arrived home and undressed, putting her things away, cleaning what needed cleaning and packing everything away tills next time. “I wonder what he will say at work on Monday?” she thought to herself. Her boss could treat her like shit at work but she loved getting her own back.

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Our first video, enjoy


Well, we enjoy our photography and one thing about having new gear is that the boundaries get moved over time. So here is our first video, shot shortly after our last photo shoot. Ella and I have just reviewed it and although its late we thought we would put it up for you all to enjoy now rather than wait till the morning.

A few technical things to note. The file is quite large so you will need a reasonable speed of connection to stream it. We also have a full 1080p HD version that we can arrange to send to you if you would like it, just send us a nice request and I'm sure we will oblige. If you are reading this via email (because you registered for email updates) you will need to visit the blog at ellaandmark.blogspot.com to view it. For the geeks amonst you its shot on a Canon 5D MKII with a couple of different lenses (ask Mark if you are into that stuff).

So that out of the way, here is the important bit. Enjoy it, turn the sound up and join Ella and I for some sensual fun. We think you will love it and after this first attempt we know we will be doing more when we get time together to do so.



Please give us your feedback here on the blog, we love hearing from you. Its the reason we do this.

Mark and Ella

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Ella as you've never seen her before! A preview

Well it's been an interesting day. We journeyed out of town to a remote spot and did the photo shoot we've been wanting to do for so long. We think you will love the results, as promised its very different and yes, there is an example below in case you hadn't already noticed. This is another side of Ella that doesn't come out to play often but it certainly did today!

We will put together a full post from this shoot over the next few days, we know you will love it. We've also got some other surprises for you, some video footage from later in the day and due to popular demand a set of shots that include Ella's lovely face. We know you're going to enjoy those too. And rest assured more stories to come too.

In the meantime enjoy and let us know exactly what you're thinking looking at this shot of Ella!

Mark (and Ella)

Monday, 18 July 2011

Kindred Spirits!

Hi everyone. We are having a lot of fun with the blog and making contact with people all over the world. It's interesting when you meet other people with similar interests and even some who are serious photographers and their muses too. One such couple are Michael and Olga.

Michael has gone a step further and published a book (one of several) that I encourage you to take a look at and spend a few euros or dollars on buying. "Alchemy of a Muse", "The life and times of a photographer and his muse! A delightful, entertaining and erotic coffee-table book! ". You can find it here http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/2319076.  I know we will be ordering a copy.

Michael's other books can be found at http://www.blurb.com/search/site_search?search=michael+Cline 


And yes in case you're interested Ella and I have been working on a book for sometime. A little bit of encouragement from all of you will see it completed sooner. So if you're interested in a book of high quality photography and potentially our stories let us know. In the meantime checkout Michael's work!

Mark


PS A pic for the day, almost forgot



Thursday, 14 July 2011

My update

I have just returned to work after having a full leg and full Brazilian wax. I'm now feeling so soft and sexy and full of anticipation of what I intend to share with you all next week.

Yes I have invested in a very sexy new outfit which I know you will all love. I have an acquired taste for luxurious lingerie, but this outfit is unlike anything I have ever worn. Last night I slipped into my new outfit to admire my delicious body. I sent Mark a pic to get his blood pumping and to ensure I'm the object of his desire until next week when he gets to see it for real.

I think you should know that this outfit brings out a side of me that I am yet to share with you. This outfit makes me feel powerful and dominant and sends a sensation of sexual strength and power through my body. It's a sensation that will bring men to fall before me and make women want to join me.

Please check back late next week, I promise you wont be disappointed.

Ella x

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

A real treat in store

I've just had the pleasure of seeing a few phone pics of Ella in a new outfit that I get to photograph her in next week. To say I'm stunned is an understatement, she looks so incredibly sexy, more so than I've ever seen her. One look at the first pic and I was as hard as a rock.

So one day next week Ella and I are doing our first photoshoot together in almost 2 years. Yes there have been meetings, many meetings but we haven't done a real shoot for so long. We wanted to make this something special and having seen the things she has bought I can promise you this will be very, very special indeed. I'm sworn to secrecy but you NEED to check back next week and see for yourselves.

And to top it all off she has just told me she is having a wax tomorrow so her pussy will be at it's perfect best. Suffice to say her pussy and her breasts look wonderful in this outfit and there will be plenty of both(and her perfect butt)in the photographs.

Stay tuned, I promise it will be worth it

Mark

Saturday, 9 July 2011

My pink satin panties

The last time Ella and Marks lives crossed paths they lay together, arms and legs intertwined, as they came back to earth after their long awaited and well overdue love-making session. Time stood still behind the closed doors of their secret hotel room. The sheets were crisp against their skin, the pillows puffed. They lay there as one and watched the sun go down while people leave work for the day in the adjacent office block. They lay there and chatted; they were kindred spirits and knew they could now confide in one another their deepest and most personal thoughts.


Mark told Ella how stunning she looked in her pale pink satin lingerie; he told her she looked amazing. Mark meekly said that he wanted to share something with her. He told her that he would share something with her that he had never told anyone before. He was a little cautious about sharing it; he knew he could tell Ella anything but was unsure as to whether she would think his actions were perverted and weird. Ella placed her hand across Mark's mouth and cautioned him to look into her eyes. “Mark, you know you can tell me anything, there is nothing you could tell me that would cause me to feel badly towards you” said Ella.
Mark sighed, “Ok, but please don’t think I’m weird, ok?” he said. “Promise” said Ella as she leaned forward and kissed him. “Ok, well when things went bad for us many years ago I missed you dearly, I needed and wanted to feel close to you again” said Mark, he then paused, “yes, go on” said Ella. “Ok, well I found a pair of your little black lacy panties. I was missing you and I looked at your panties and they made me feel close to you, they had been an intimate part of you. I would take your panties in the palm of my hand and wrap them around my cock while I masturbated. I closed my eyes and thought of you”. Mark said. He paused again and looked into her eyes. “Say something, what are you thinking?, I hope you don’t think I’m weird, I only did it to be close to you, I loved you and missed you” said Mark.




After a prolonged silence, Ella sat up a little, a smile beaming across her face, “Wow that is so fucken hot, you masturbated over my panties. Did you cum on them? I hope you did because that is so hot and horny!” said Ella. “Yes I did, and I did it many times. You like the sound of that? I’m so happy you like what I did, I wasn’t sure you would” said Mark.
Ella leaned down the side of the bed and took her pink satin panties in her hand and slid them under the sheets and returned to her position in Marks arms. She slid her satin panties up the inside of his thighs, across his balls, up the shaft of his cock and held it there, her fingers and satin panties intertwined tightly around his cock. “Did it feel something like this? Does this bringing back any memories for you?” she asked. “Oh my God, that feels amazing” groaned Mark. “I’m so glad you like it” she said as she stroked his cock with her satin panties in hand. “I have a task for YOU now! I want you to take these pink satin panties home with you. I want you to masturbate with them while thinking of me wearing them. I want you to cover them in your delicious cum then I want you to send me a pic of my cum covered panties” she said. She then released the panties at his side, straddled him and sunk his throbbing cock deep inside of her wet pussy.
One week later…….
It was Tuesday morning; Ella arrived at the office around 7.30am. She checked her cell phone, there was a message from Mark, “just landed, on way to apartment, will cum on your panties at apartment before leaving for work”. “Mmmmm that sounds delicious” Ella thought to herself. She sat at her desk, checked through her new emails answering the urgent ones while planning her day. She had got herself up to speed for the day and decided that it was time to go and wander across the square across from her office block to get her morning coffee. Just as she was about to leave her desk she received another text from Mark “u want to listen?” his text read. Ella sat there and stared at the small text. She sat there thinking, oh my God he wants me to listen to him masturbate over my panties while I sit at my desk with colleagues around me. She replied to his text with “Ok”.
She sat there holding her phone, looking at it, waiting for it to come alive. It started ringing, it was him, she answered it “….Hello?” she said. She heard his voice; he was clearly already stroking his cock. “Hi darling, I’m lying on my bed stroking my cock with your pink satin panties in my hand. I’m thinking about how hot your arse looks when you bend over beside the bed and I reach out and side my fingers through your pussy lips and feel your wetness. It makes me just want to bury my face between those delicious thighs” He said.
She held the phone close to her ear, she sat there, feeling a little hot and flustered now, she was aware of people around her. “That sounds lovely darling” she said. She desperately wanted to say more to him, she wanted to tell him how much she loved bending over for him while she stroked her clit and he fingered her from behind. She so badly wanted to tell him what she wanted, she so badly wanted to tell him that she wanted him to bend her over on all fours and to fuck her pussy hard from behind and then to take his cock and shoot his load deep into her throat.
She could hear him moaning on the other end of the phone, she could hear him stroking his cock, she loved the sound when his cock was wet with pre cum and he stroked it hard. She so badly wanted to say more. “Ahhh, uhm, that’s so nice, uhm….” he uttered. She felt her pussy throb between her legs, “Ahhh I can’t do this anymore” she thought to herself. She leapt to her feet and headed straight for the lift all while holding the phone close to hear ear, down 11 floors, she was then outside and walked across the square. He lay there wondering if he had scared her away, she had gone silent on him.
The next thing he heard was “I want your cock so bad, I want you to take me from behind on all fours, thrusting your cock deep inside my pussy while you pull my hair and grip my hips, you know how much I love it when you cum inside me from behind or swivel me around and cum deep into my throat” she whispered. “What the fuck?, she’s in the office talking dirty to me, what a fucken turn on” he thought to himself.
She paced the square waiting till people had walked past before she talked dirty to him again. By this time he was so close to cuming, he never expected her to say anything he just expected her to listen. “Mark, you have no idea how wet I am right now!” she said. I’m wearing sheer lacy cream panties and I can feel my juices leaking through my panties and down my thighs. You’ve made me so very wet, I wish you could taste me right now, I would cum in a second” she whispered. “I would run my tongue up your thighs and deep inside your pussy and taste every last bit of you’re cum Ella” he said. It was too much for him, Ella could hear his breathing and moan change, she knew this sound well, she knew he was about to cum. “Ahhhhhhh” he loudly moaned. She was standing in the city square listening to him having the most intense orgasm, she was so insanely horny standing there listening to him cum. She wanted and needed to slide her hand down her skirt and pleasure herself right there and then, she was so close to cuming herself. “I hope you liked listening to me cum on your pink satin panties Ella, I’m now going to take a pic for you, I will send it to you soon, bye love” said Mark and the call was over.



Ella stood there looking at her phone; she was frozen in a moment in time. She then turned and walked directly back to her building and walked into the lift and up 11 floors and straight to the woman’s bathrooms. She shut the cubicle door behind her, leaning against the wall she immediately lifted her skirt and slid her finger deep into her wet pussy and stroked her clit. “Ahhhhh” she silently groaned as she felt a shot of ecstasy run through her body, she leant against the wall, back arched as she had the most intense orgasm after only 30 seconds. She stood there for a moment enjoying the sensations of her orgasm. She adjusted her panties, lowered her skirt, adjusted her blouse and left the cubicle. She washed and dried her hands and returned to her desk.

 
She sat at her desk and stared blankly at the screen, “where was I?” she thought to herself. “I thought you went for coffee?” said Ann who sat across from her. “Uhm, I uhm, I had to take a call, I’m just about to go for coffee now” Ella said. Ella quietly walked across the office on her way for coffee for the second time. “Where is my pic?” she thought to herself. Ella checked her email while she was in the coffee shop. Her heart missed a beat; there was an email from Mark with an attachment. She opened it while keeping her phone as close as possible. There it was a delicious pic of Marks cum on her pink satin panties. She bit her lip at the sight. She text him back “I love it! When you return those I want you to cum on the sheer lacy cream pair that I just creamed myself in OK? X”. She hit send, took her coffee from the barista and returned to her desk for the day.



Friday, 1 July 2011

An Update

Hi Everyone, sorry we have been so quiet over the last week or so. Ella and I have both been very busy and haven't had time to update the blog. So by way of a quick update we have some more stories ready to go once we have some photography to go with them. Ella will also spend some time replying to the emails we have had (lots and lots). 

There have been a few issues with the site being reported as removed, the latest of which was yesterday. Apparently some automated process at Google marks blogs for review, ours was reviewed, and is back so we assume that wont happen again. If we run into any further issues we will look at using another blog service and try to advise you of that.

So one thing to note is that if you want to keep up with new blog posts and/or change of site please make sure you register so we have your email address. If you follow us on blogspot or register for email updates we will be able to keep you updated and you will know when anything new is posted. We are really keen to build up a following and share some of our adventures. We have some exciting things coming up that we want you to share in.

As usual we include a photograph, hope you like this one

Mark and Ella x




P.S. Excuse the typo's and grammar, we are working through, tidying up the stories