A Salute and Some Smut

by Tangled Blue

Kinks can make a person feel like out of step with the world. Finding joy in something that others may find repugnant or distasteful can be embarrassing.  Kinksters derive pleasure from things that other people don’t talk about even behind closed doors.  I joined Your Kinky Friends because being kinky is very hard to do alone.  Kink needs community.  YKF is the place where what drives us enhances us and our kinks are embraced.  I wanted to take a moment to celebrate one of our kinky friends who makes our community a better place.

If you have been hanging around our quirky group you will already know that Nicholas Tanek has built a safe place for people to feel comfortable to ask questions, share stories, and be themselves.  He truly cares about the people in the kink realm and is driven to give voices to those who feel outside of the norm.

You may not know that Nicholas Tanek has an amazing Domme, the great and glorious Miss Melissa.  She embodies the spirit of Your Kinky Friends and works behind the scenes making sure Mr. Tanek is awake enough to post interesting articles while checking his punctuation and word choices.  She also writes marvelously witty stories and articles.  Miss Melissa is a fantastic friend and she enjoys people for who they are no matter their kink.

In honor of the lovely Miss Melissa,  I tweaked one of my cheesy erotica stories and cast her with Mr. Tanek.  This is the beginning of a much larger story that delves into the magical world of Femdom.

Viva Melissa!  May our friendship keep growing and our kinks get kinkier!  I’m so very glad you were born! 

No Substitute

My high heels clicked against the linoleum floor and the sound echoed down the empty hallway as I headed towards my office for an unusually late appointment.  I typically met with my struggling students during school hours, however, the pupil I was meeting tonight was an older student who had requested to see me in private.  I made an exception to fit him in my schedule because I was curious.

Nicholas was waiting for me outside of my office, and we greeted each other with a handshake.  A zing from this socially acceptable touch moved through my whole body as he held my gaze for a moment. He smiled and opened the door for me to enter.  I settled in behind my desk as he sat in one of my office chairs.

 “I’m glad you were able to meet with me, Miss Melissa,” his deep voice rumbled, “I needed time to talk to you alone.”

I flipped through his file.  He was a good student. He wrote prose masterfully wrought with humor and deep feelings, but I had noticed that lately he seemed distracted and spent more time doodling than contributing to classroom discussions.   He had one missing assignment, but that wasn’t due until next week. I pushed aside my paperwork and tried to look at his handsome face without blushing.

Lines of wisdom crinkled around his warm hazel eyes as he smiled at me. I often caught myself watching him in class. He sometimes rubbed his thumb over his lips when he was thinking and this always made me wonder what his mouth would feel like hungrily pressed to mine. He had elegant fingers, and I imagined them tracing the swell of my hips as our bodies breached the wall between student and teacher. He cleared his throat, and  I snapped myself out of my reverie.

“Ah, Mr. Tanek.  What is on your mind?  Are you having difficulty with the current assignment?  I have thoroughly enjoyed your work so far in my class.”

“I don’t think I can complete your assignment.  We were supposed to describe what ignites our passion, and I can’t begin to put my thoughts into words.”

“You may simply have writers block.  May I see what you have written so far in your class notebook?  Perhaps I can help,” I offered.

“I’m a little embarrassed to show you,” Nicholas sighed and looked down at his feet.  He pulled the worn notebook from his satchel and clutched it to his chest. A look of shame flashed across his face as he handed his notebook.  “But, I can’t keep this inside any longer. I don’t want to drop your class, but well, you’ll see.”

I flipped through the pages and saw stories about dragons, anarchy, and wandering sleepwalkers.   As I moved through the journal, my eyes widened; there were sketches of a woman in the margins of his class notes.  Some were simple studies of hands and eyes while others showed the curve of cleavage and skirt hems that flashed garters.  It took me a few minutes to realize that they were sketches of me.

 “She is etched into my heart.”  “I want to drink her soul and hold her in my arms.”  “Her skin begs to be touched and her lips ravaged.” “I need to serve her.”

He had woven words around the images as if the drawings were a lover’s embrace.  The last page showed a sketch of Nicholas on his knees looking up a me clad only in a corset and heels while  holding a leather flogger.  I pressed my legs tightly together as thoughts of what could be danced through my dirty mind: Am I that transparent? How did he know?  It had been so long since I had taken a lover and it was time to begin anew.

 His head dropped into his hands and his cheeks burned red.  I moved around to sit on the edge of my desk. “Mr. Tanek, look at me,” I commanded in a brisk voice.  His eyes snapped up, and I smiled. He followed directions well.

“The drawings are interesting, but as your professor, I’m more concerned about you completing my assignment.  Tell me what fuels your passion.” I crossed my legs so my skirt hem rose to expose the lace top of my stocking.  He licked his lips as his eyes fixed on my exposed thigh.

“You.” The word spilled from his mouth in a whispered breath.  “My dreams and thoughts are filled with you. Each time I try to begin my writing, I lose myself in remembering your voice, your smile, and I have to put my pen down.”  

“Hmmmm…interesting. Try harder to find the words.”  I began to pace in front of him. His eyes followed my every move.  I picked up a ruler from my desk and tapped it against my palm as I built a rhythm with my steps.  “I’m waiting.”

“You’re beautiful, I mean,  look at you. You are goddess perfection; every curve deserves time and attention.  However, physical beauty pales to what truly drives my passion for you. Your thoughts and the way you play with words intoxicates me.  I want to spend every waking minute exploring your mind.” His words came out in a rush and he paused for a moment, “I want you.”

 I allowed silence to settle heavily in the room.  He deflated under my impassive stare and whispered, “I’m sorry, Miss Melissa.  I’ll leave.”

I crossed the room slowly.  I put my hand on his chest and nuzzled my knee between his legs.  “You aren’t going anywhere, Mr. Tanek. I need you to listen carefully.  You will deliver to me a thousand word essay about this subject by eight o’clock tomorrow morning.   You will be waiting outside of my office for me to arrive. I will grade your work. If it is satisfactory, I will reward you.  Understand?”

“I, I understand, Miss Melissa,” he stammered.  

I could feel his cock straining against my knee.  I applied pressure until he moaned with pleasure and then bent to kiss his lips.  They tasted of dark promises, and I reveled in the heat that was flowing between us before responding, “From now on, you will call me Mistress. Is that amicable, Mr. Tanek?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Perfect,” I whispered as I deepened the kiss.