Femdom Confessions

Miss Pamela by Carl

2012-02-04T16:48:00.004-08:00

Hanna Please read this little prelude!

[04:38] carl Coberts: i'm completely free of liability with regard to that story
[04:38] carl Coberts: without prejudice
[04:38] Zarita Shan: hahaha
[04:38] Zarita Shan: yeah whatever
[04:39] Zarita Shan: YOu ARE LIable
[04:39] carl Coberts: oh gawd
[04:40] carl Coberts: I'm going for a surf then... all this D/s has me strung out

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I've actually been submitting at some level or another to Miss Pamela for the past two years or so. I remember finishing up my last year in college when I met Her, She is one of those intriguing Dommes who I couldn't help wonder about.

At the time I had swine flu and thought it some how appropriate to dress as a latex pig in sl, I remember being at a party high above the Dominion when She spotted me and literally when to town, making me sit on pose balls and squiring me and spit roasting me and setting me on fire, a lasting memory was of her walking on my head while the rest of me was hidden underground, the feeling of humiliation and an admiration for Her amazing creativity. But to finish off the night she through me off the high platform letting me fall to the sim below... I was addicted.

Within a few mouths She had bought me at auction, or perhaps I had been bought for Her. Nevertheless I was over the moon, but the cruel humiliation and physiological domination started straight away as I was sent away to buy a French maids outfit called all legs. And a sensations collar and cuffs which I still wear today.

This was when sub space really started for me with Miss Pamela, She brought me back to Her castle on a leash and down into her dungeon, there was cells, which which had dead maids lying in them. There was a butchers table as well which I didn't like to think about.

Miss Pamela had a cell in the back of the dungeon which she hog tied my and cagged and blindfolded me, it was under this kind of Dominance and control that I really started to fall into sub space, my arms would go weak, my yes want to roll and close, overcome my offering of vulnerability and a surge of blood to my cock giving me an erection that usually doesn't appear like that.

I received numerous whippings, tauntings and abuses in her dungeon I really can remember the order at the time she used to only refer to me as skid mark, awful as it sounds I had this strange obligation to show her gratitude for all the attention she gave me, even if it was solely for her entertainment and at the expense of my dignity, of which today the only thing I do derive diginity from in sl is the thought that I am Her toy as much as I can be.

Eventually I was given a hideously girlie pink sissy dress by Miss Pamela and allowed out of Her dungeon, She used to drag me along to her doing gigs but I never used to listen to the stream just concentrate on being an entertaining toy and submissive for Her. Of course the level of attention which she focused on my was always consuming erotic and fulfilling. In fact my sl seemed totally boring to me when she was not online.

At that time I was in California and the times zones were convenient and closer but when I cam back to Europe life got hectic and the time zones were all out, I didn't log on for a long time and when I did she was never online, We spoke a bit but she seemed unimpressed with me.

Things were quiet for a while then at least in sl until last Christmas, I had some time to myself, weeks to myself, my interest in D/s grew again and I started hanging around the D again. I was called to trial before Miss Lisa who convicted me and some trumped up charge, but to my great amazement she sentenced me to a week in rev with Miss Pamela.

When I imbed Miss Pamela she was receptive she had no interest in the rev but did have an interest in owning me for the week at least, She was only loads over christmas and dragged me here and there degrading me this was an that, usually I was tied up and suspended inside down from her do tip box. Dispute numerous calls from Miss Eva to have me gagged Miss Pamela always refrained, I guess being gagged is a reward.

At the time I was still playing and dressing up myself in sl and really enjoying but one day Miss Pamela informed me that if she got anymore messages from my cuffs and collar saying that I had taken them off that there would be trouble. She explained to me that trouble means.... Being ignored and that she knew that would hurt me. She then proceeded to beat me to a pulp with a huge meat tenderiser before having me thank her as she logged off.

I complained that I had been locked out of my collar and cuffs, boots and corset but she explained to me that I'd have to get used to my new situation and that she was good enough to lock them and that I would have to respect that and act according.

As a submissives she owned me, she owned my collar and held the keys to all my kinky toys, she told me that I would only break them anyway, she revelled in my humiliation and I squirmed under the microscope of her deviance.

When my sentence was up it was after Christmas we had even spent new years eve together. I reported for duty to her, I was well trained to curtesy by now. She informed me that my sentence was up but I was still totally addicted. I couldn't just take off her collar and go back to the way things were before. She told me not to hook my carriage up to a star that was headed for the sun. But I couldn't give up on her and she told me if I showed up she might show me some attention and so I did just happily ready to receive any dominance she might fed to my hopeless addiction to her.

I informed that I wouldn't take the collar off and that she'd have to kill me first, so she looked for her gun.

A few days later I was put on auction at the D she ordered me to do it, I was to be naked, and I asked if I should take the collar off too, but when she said no I was so relieved, she said that the who ever bought me who be made second owner on it. It's not the most pornographic thing in the world but wearing her collar means a lot to me.

In the end She bought me for 6000 lindens, she told me not to get a big head straight away, but I was already in us space for her kissing her boots and asking her to spit on me... Both of which she kindly granted.

I was brought back to her house she was cursing about kicking 6000 lindens worth of shit out of me. she locked me in a cage in the corner the timer on the cage was for 200 hours I wasn't allowed to speak or the timer would increase, I wasn't allowed out off mouse look either.

Then she spoke, just remembering her in this moments still makes me shiver, I actually hadn't been alone with her since the first auction over a year or so ago.

The thing she said to me drove me deeper and deeper into sub space, she was so powerful and controlling in those moments, she told me new rules on my behaviour and on how I was to greet her, she asked me things she had never done before and verbally humiliated me for dressing like a girl and having a hard cock and being a pathetic little loser with an ass that was hunger for cock, she told me that if I played my cards right she might step on my cock with her fabulous shoe or that if I was really good she might fuck my ass with her strap on dildo. She said I act like I have balls, an that I might have, but they were hers now. All this has me in a right state, I was ready to pass out my cock was so hard.

Then she said, I can hear you ass grumbling for cock now Carolina, to which I ought to have replying "yes Miss my ass is grumbling loudly for your cock" but instead and I regret this to this day, I said "I thought I could hear the plumbing".

This lead directly to my death in sl that day, I knew I had made a mistake straight way, I was desparately trying to back track, saying sorry and I didn't mean it and that my ass really was hungry and so forth. But she was pissed, brought me to the top of the house threw me off at a few thousand feet and logged off.

That yanked me out of subspace and had me actually rolling around in rl shout fuck fuck fuck.

Anyway the story goes on but that's all for now.

The Wonderful Miss Lisa and Miss Maisy, by Leasha

2012-02-04T16:48:00.002-08:00

The Wonderful Miss Lisa and Miss Maisy, by Leasha

Miss Lisa and Miss Maisy are wonderfully patient and great teachers when it comes to words with friends. I have been learning by observing the way Miss Maisy and Miss Lisa play the game.

They did not dumb down their words and in the beginning and as a result they both destroyed me on a regular basis winning by 30+ points. 3months down the line with great thanks to Miss Lisa and Miss Maisy’s examples, I can now find and utilise positions upon the bored with more accuracy and fill them with larger words that gain more points. Though I do revert to slipping in naughty words like, shat, tits, moist, sex, sexiest, Lez and sexy quite often.

With the teaching of Miss Maisy and Miss Lisa, I can now win the games and inverted commas “beat them” which I know is supposed to fill me with remorse but actually to win something I have been beaten at so often is wonderful.

This would not have been possible without the wonderful Miss Lisa and Miss Maisy. Who have done this teaching in a modest and valiant way, as to teach me is a handful all of its own.
I shall endeavour to continue my development and each victory shall be thanks to the wonderful work of these two ladies.

Thank you Miss Lisa and Miss Maisy.

love and hugs Leasha xx

A Night Out Part 1 by Lady Tora

2012-02-04T16:48:00.000-08:00

This was a fantasy I wrote for Jack, my partner I have talked about in another confession. We talked about this particular fantasy a lot and I had surprised him writing it out in elaborate detail and sending it in bits and pieces to him while at work. Hope you enjoy.

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I get home Fri night expecting to find Jack kneeling at the door but he is not around. I walk through the house wondering what trouble he has gotten himself into. And instead of finding him tinkering with the kitchen sink or some other home improvement project, I find a note and a box on the bed in my bedroom. I am confused; wondering what is with the “gift” considering it is not a holiday, special event, or anniversary that I can recall or think of.

Jack's note says that he has arranged a special night out for us and asks that I be ready by a certain time and to wear what is in the box. The note also says that I am not to worry about bringing anything other than my purse as he has arranged and taken care of everything. Part of me is not surprised as he arranged other nights out at the local dungeon and made sure my toy bag was already there.

I look at my watch and swear lightly; that gives me only about a hour to be ready to go out. But before I rush off to the bathroom curiosity as always gets the better of me and I open the box to see what Jack has picked out. A dress and maybe even a new pair of shoes? I laugh when I see the shoes on top. Black patent shiny stiletto platforms with a skinny thin heel that I wonder how Jack expects me to walk in them. I swear the man has a bigger shoe fetish than I do.

Next is a silk dress with spaghetti straps; the silk is so fine, it almost sheer and sure to cling to my curves. It is a lovely shade of purple which he knows is my favourite colour. There is a pair of matching panties and finally, under the dress is a box of jewelry; silver and amethyst earrings, and a matching necklace. I think to myself that this is going to be interesting. I ponder what Jack is up to as I shower and shave. I slather on my favorite lotion and perfume leaving me smelling like I normally do, oranges, and my skin silky smooth and soft. My hair is still wet and I don’t have time to dry it without being late so I pile it on my head in an updo.

I put on the dress and go back to put on my make up, not really paying attention to how it fits or looks at this moment as I am more worried about being ready on time. I put on the jewelry and shoes and sort of wobbly stand in front of the mirror. I gasp as I see myself and think wow, Jack can sure pick out a dress. The front is low, showing off the curves of my breasts and offering a glimpse of my belly. I was right about the material being so sheer because you can clearly see my nipples. The dress hugs my form, clinging to my hips acting more like a second skin than a dress. It is short too; just touching my thighs, barely covering my ass. Any slight movement and the material will ride up and I will flash the world all of my wares if I wasn't wearing the matching panties.

At this thought I grin to myself and slip the panties off. Have always been a bit of an exhibitionist and this dress is the perfect opportunity for me to have some fun. Plus I am going to really enjoy teasing Jack with a lot of look but can't touch play. I stand there wondering how long I can torture him like that before he starts begging.

The doorbell rings and I go to the door expecting Jack, thinking to myself why doesn’t he just come in, and instead of Jack, I find a younger but sexy man with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He is tall, lean, and tanned; obviously athletic of some sort. He is dressed in a dark suit with white shirt and a matching tie. He openly ogles me, licking at his lips as he takes in my barely dressed form. His eyes roam over my body before I cross my arms over my chest and ask in a no-nonsense tone what is it that he wants. His eyes snap to mine and he laughs, smiling. “I want you but…” he drawls, clearly amused. I narrow my eyes, the tone of my voice becoming almost a growl. “But?” I ask.

“I am here to pick you up.” He laughs again and I arch an eyebrow just looking at him. He flashes me yet another stunning smile. “Take you for a ride.” He chuckles and shakes his head as I still don’t say anything; I am telling myself that I can’t kill him because someone must know he is here. “I am your driver, Jake.” He flashes me another amused look.

He moves slightly to the side and it is now that I see the town car behind him. Sleek, black, with dark tinted windows; I know it will have rich dark leather seats inside without having to confirm. I nod my head and flash him a stern look. “I will get my purse.”

I am still holding my panties and it is too late for me to put them back on as Jake stands watching and waiting for me by the door. I stuff them in my purse and pick up my keys. I look the door and Jake escorts me to the car clearly amused at my efforts to walk. I keep wondering to myself if Jack is aware he hired an idiot; part of me thinks he does and did it on purpose probably hoping that I will take my frustrations and anger out on him.

Jake opens the door for me and stands holding it, watching me with interest. I stand contemplating my options when he flashes me another amused look. I flash him a pissed off look back but remind myself that I am suppose to be having fun. Since Jack is not here to play look but can't have, might as well torment Jake.

I turn so I am facing Jake; holding the door, I lower my ass into the car, making the hem of the dress ride up, giving Jake full view of my thighs and pussy. I sit for a moment with my legs wide, letting him hungrily take me in before I swing my legs in and pull the door shut. I see him laugh and go around to climb in the driver seat. “I can’t tell you where I am taking you, so don’t even ask.” He drawls before starting the car.

To be continued…

Changes by Heather

2012-02-04T16:47:00.003-08:00

On a sailboat, changes are crucial. If you change the sails, you change your course. If the rope attached to the sail, is too tight, it might slow you down, is the rope too lose, you might lose the wind all together. Sailing is about finding the perfect balance, between your course, your sails and the wind.

I'm the daughter of a sailor. I grew up on boats, they were my home, still are. I grew up learning to navigate through the curves and ripples of the water. I learned about the depths of the water and how a boat gets stuck once you stop paying attention. I learned how to tie knots and learned if the knot is wrong, you lose vital parts of the ship.

A life in many ways is comparable to a ship. Some boats glide through the water with great elegance, others stumble on the waves. And sometimes, you lose all balance and a ship capsizes.

When I was sixteen years old, we sailed to Croatia. I have seen up close how dolphins are protective. They jump over the ship as a warning to what lies ahead. I have learned if you ignore the warnings, death knocks on your window and takes you away. I have learned how important the radio network is. We were on the open sea, sailing, laughing, when we saw the other sailboat riding the waves like a fast car. My dad panicked, if the ship wouldn't alternate its course, it would be folded in half in our ship. There is nothing you can do, but let it happen and hope the other captain is paying attention. A ship can change course, but it takes hard work. Thankfully the captain saw what was about to happen and it changed course, right before it was about to hit us.

Changes are on the horizon and have been for a while. I am longing for the safety I feel on ships, for on the water, I have freedom. On land, no matter which course you seem to follow, there are always roadblocks ahead. It took me twentysix years and a lot of prodding from a certain Lady to make a big, life altering change. A change I desperately needed, but was too afraid to really start on. Now, I am doing it, I struggle with it daily, but I am doing it. Because I don't want the ship to run into me and kill me.

I have my radio network. I have my friends, I have my family, I can yell, I can cry, I can laugh and hide, but people will always be there to help me sail the ship through what lies ahead. And honestly, that feels good.

I am learning how to tie the knots, and tie them strictly, there is no room for mistakes. Mistakes are being corrected, no matter how many times I make them, until I stop making them. I am learning not to lose vital parts of my ship.

I am learning to feel safe on land. I am learning how to walk all over again. It might not be with great elegance yet, I might stumble and I fall, but I will get back on and try again.

This may not be a hot and steamy confession, but it is my way of saying thank you to my friends. To my twinnie, for always being there no matter what, for being my twinnie and my whole world, to Miss Zarita for always being there no matter how many times I fuck up, and occasionally give me the courage I need to go on. To Miss Destiny, who opens her house and her arms knowing how scared I am for the London meet. To Gia, who always has wise words and our little pact. To Madi, who makes me laugh even if we don't see each other a lot. To my friends who are there and keep my chin up.

My sailboat is finally on the right course and it feels right, it feels good.

Now, next week I am really writing my sappy, hot, erotic lesbian story cuz it's been too damn long!

Heather.

Anally Yours by Anonymous

2012-02-04T16:47:00.001-08:00

Anonymous

The Call

Another call clicked in. "Hi, you're through to technical support, Matt speaking, how may I help?"

"Keep looking at your monitor, act normally," said the voice, "This is Caroline."

He almost froze, his line manager. What had he done to warrant a call from Her? Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Her at Her desk in the far corner, watching him.

"I've found you online," She said through his headset, "red head boy."

He felt his the blood rush to his face, his IC profile, how embarrassing! No, wait, She couldn't be sure it was him, his face wasn't on it.

"Tell me Matt, have you ever had a woman put her strap-on in your bottom?"

"No Ma'am," he stuttered, randomly tapping a few keys to look as though he was dealing with a regular call.

"Fingers and tongues?" She asked.

Just deny it he thought, but before he knew what he was doing he had replied "yes". She had this power, the look, and the tone, which could make anyone do anything without question nor hesitation.

"Hmmm... and what about anything bigger? Toys, things that happen to be lying around?"

"Yes Ma'am," he replied in his most professional tone, surprising himself with the way he had regained his composure, "although nothing too big."

"Nothing to stretch you, you mean?" Her voice said in his ear.

"That'd be correct Ma'am," was his response; now almost convincing himself it was a normal customer on the other end of the line, not his imposing boss.

"Well that will change. This Saturday, tomorrow, you are to come to my house. The usual work time. Bring your overnight things. And two other things besides, are you listening carefully?"

"Yes" he breathed.

"You are to shave yourself smooth around your genitals and between your buttocks. Secondly, you are not to masturbate at all, is that clear?"

"Of course Madam."

There was another click and the line went dead, but he carried on talking, for appearances.

"That's not a problem, I'll have the packaging delivered to you as soon as possible. Good bye."

Breathing out, his mind swam. He could feel himself hardening; strange as his foremost memory was of complete shock and terror! Without a glance at Caroline, he finished his shift, though he could almost feel Her eyes on him until he left the office.

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Saturday dawned, and as per Her command, he arrived at Her house at 9am. The night before he had shaved himself smooth as She requested, squatting over a mirror so he could both see and reach between his buttocks, marveling at how his anus looked surrounded only by smooth soft skin. Throughout the temptation to take his constant erection in his hand had been almost impossible to fight off, and although he knew She would not know, he still couldn't bring himself to disobey Her. The power She held, it was incredible he mused. In the end, he had fallen asleep, his erection remaining until he stepped in to the cold shower as the day dawned.

Her house was large, set back from the road and behind a tall stone wall. Ivy climbed the walls of the house. Beautiful yet imposing, fitting, he smiled to himself. Pushing the doorbell, he stepped back from the door and waited. He had chosen to wear a plain black t-shirt, boxers and jeans. Keep it cool and casual; don't look nervous he had repeated to himself over and over. It seemed like hours had passed when the door opened and there She was. No less imposing for being removed from the work environment, in fact quite the opposite; Queen of all She surveyed. And right now, that was he.

"Come in," She said in Her sharp business-like tone, turning and walking back in to the house.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Nervous now, he knew this was it. He followed Her in to what was a large comfortable drawing room, where She had sat in an old green leather armchair, arms and legs crossed.

"Undress" She said.

He felt himself blushed, but Her look compelled him to act, and he slowly kicked off his shoes and socks, placing them neatly to the side. Next came his t-shirt, followed by his jeans. Sure he must now be bright red, he took in a deep breath, hooked his thumbs into his boxers, and pushed them to the floor. She didn't say a word, but beckoned him over with a finger, gesturing for him to stop when he stood directly before Her, legs shoulder width apart. Leaning forwards She reached out and took his penis in Her hand. He was amazed that even now, nervous and embarrassed as he was, it was semi-erect, and the warmth of Her palm caused it to stiffen still further.

Lifting his cock, She reached between his legs with Her other hand, taking his scrotum in to Her hand, squeezing it gently but firmly. Then She took each testicle in turn between thumb and finger and rolled it.

Looking up She spoke again, in Her commanding tone, "turn around, and bend over."
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He did so, his cheeks red, heart racing. Suddenly, as he felt Her gaze upon him, he felt utterly exposed. She could see every part of him in minute detail, and as the cool air ran over his freshly shaved skin he shivered. He felt the tip of a nail on the small of his back, and She drew it slowly, oh so slowly, down between his buttocks. He couldn't help but gasp as She crossed his anus, then continued down his perineum.

Abruptly She stood. "Follow me," She commanded, and set off out the room and up a wide staircase.

He followed, painfully aware of his nakedness, mind racing; what was going to happen now, what did She want him for?

He followed Her in to a large bedroom, a king-sized oak bed dominating the room. She turned to face him, eyes taking him in,

"On the bed, on all fours. Face the headboard and don't move."

He climbed nervously on to the large soft bed, and positioned himself, his bottom facing Her. This is it he thought, the fantasy; he couldn't believe what was happening. Her voice came from behind him,

"Put a hand back between your legs."

He did so, and felt her apply something cool and slippery to his fingers; lube he realized.

"Get yourself ready," is all She said, and he flushed again, the humiliation!

Moving his fingers to his anus, he tentatively slid a finger in to himself, exploring the warm soft walls of his rectum. He placed the tip of a second finger against his hole and pushed it firmly in to join the first, feeling the walls of his bowels become slick with the lube. He pushed them in as deep as he could, then withdrew them, and placed his hand back next to the other, his anus closing up again, the light reflecting off the lube smeared around its entrance. Behind him, he heard Her pull down Her jeans and knickers in one movement, then the sound of Her stepping in to the strap-on harness. She moved on to the bed behind him, close up, the material of Her t-shirt brushing his skin.

Placing a hand on each of his buttocks, She pushed them apart, exposing and spreading his small puckered opening. For a brief moment he was struck by doubts; did he really want this?, but as soon as he felt the tip of the dildo push against his opening, he knew. As he felt Her pushing steadily in he moved back against Her, uttering a low moan as he felt the shaft sliding deep in to his rectum.

She didn't say a word as She began to fuck him. Building up the pace, She expertly, opened up his virgin body, until the full length of the strap-on was disappearing between his smooth buttocks and in to him. She got faster and deeper, holding his hips and encouraging him to move with Her, letting her right inside him. His rigid cock swung to and through as he pushed back to meet her every thrust, and he moaned deeply as he felt Her fill him. Together, their breathing quickened, and her grip on him got tighter, pulling him harder back on to Her, wanting every inch of the shaft in him. Finally She spoke;

"Yes, yes, yes," She repeated, rolling her hips as she came, grinding her clit into the base of the strap-on, forcing it right up inside of him.

As Her orgasm subsided, She stopped moving, and rested, the shaft lodged deep in his rectum. He uttered a deep moan as She slowly withdrew from him, he felt as though a part of him was being taken away. His rectum felt empty, unnaturally so, as if She belonged in him. He did not move until She instructed him to turn around and face Her

He moved on to his back to face Her. She had put her plain white cotton knickers back on, and was standing by the bed, a small silver dildo in one hand.

"Pull your knees up and apart," She instructed him, in Her usual business-like tone. Handing him the dildo, She continued,

"Masturbate for me, one hand on your cock, the other moving this in and out of your bottom."

He blushed, but her stance and tone had the same effect as during office hours, and he had to obey. He nervously moved the dildo to his exposed anus, pushing it gently inside, surprised at how easily his body accepted it; it's cool shiny length sliding easily in to his lubed hole. His other hand moved to his cock, and he was surprised again as he took it in his hand, it had never felt so stiff, throbbed so strongly, now he truly meant the meaning of 'rock hard'. Unable to tear his eyes away from Hers, he slowly began to masturbate, his hand moving steadily up and down his own shaft, while the smaller silver one he moved rhythmically in and out of himself. Her gaze moved to between his spread legs, taking in his genitals, buttocks and anus, and he felt himself hoping fervently that She was not disappointed, that he was pleasing Her, that She would deign to take him again.

The minutes passed by at a crawl, until finally he felt orgasm approach. A small smile played over Her lips as She noticed his balls tighten, his breathing quicken, but no more.

"Keep going," She uttered as he looked at Her questioningly, and he obeyed, his hand pumping his cock faster now, the small dildo a blur as he pushed it as deep as he could inside, pulled it out, and pushed it back again. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back and he neared the brink, the waves shooting through him of previously unimagined pleasure making his whole body feel on fire.

"Keep your eyes on me," She spoke again, and again as if he had no free will of his own, he looked back at Her, locking eye contact.

And so, as he came, his penis spasming in his hand, the muscles in his anus contracting tightly, he felt Her looking right in to his very soul, and he knew he was Hers.

The Ocean by Odi

2012-02-04T16:46:00.003-08:00

My Confession is a True Story of Love

Dedicated to Miss Zarita

A story of emotional truth
in a setting out of ordinary, but true nonetheless

THE OCEAN

In the beginning, before Time
I was a God of Fire,
dwelling far away
on a planet that was my own.
I created a Realm with care
to bury deep my flaming heart.

My floating barren rock
hovered in endless space,
and diligently I molded
burning lava into layered walls.
A private sanctuary
to protect and hide my burning core.

Hot and crudely carved,
my beating blood inside
I piled, a fortress, stone by stone.
Cooling off, my buried flames
lost their sparkling source
to the greedy Cold of Space.

My eyes, in sorrow regret,
witnessed rows of hellish teeth,
a mouth spread wide in greedy ecstasy.
And with hellish laughter
the Beasty Frost devoured, tore and spat
my weeping sparks to dust.

I tended to my wall.

Unnamed Time passed by.
Then, a single drop,
the clearest of crystal beauty
turned to liquid right before my eyes.
Tracing back its glowing path,
I caught, briefly, an origin unknown.

Soon, the waves rushed in.
My fortress of defences
flooded by a surge.
Pounding at my wall,
pierced trough battered stones
and reached their dormant core.

My Courtyard held an ocean now
magnificent and vast,
where I sat on forming shores
and gazed in awe,
struck and kept
by the wonder of this all.

A vibrant beating pulse.
Powerfull, relentless as water comes,
you revealed your essence
in a million drops and more.
How breathtaking this mosaic in
colors, shades and sounds.

My ocean is grand and full
She bursts, the source of life.
Beautiful, Hard and Soft, Cruel, Loving,
Lustfull and Demanding.
She takes but gives so much more
And when she does, you give yourself.

What can I possibly say you are?
My Ocean...
Impossible and All.

I tended to my wall – reversed

Each stone I wiped and polished
its uglyness to shine.
And with all of them
– but one –
I build, in me, a reaching tower
kept upright and balanced
by dedicated love alone.

Time sings its call from the deep
and my tower draws me in.
I burn in longing haste,
but step by step I climb
and gently touch each loyal stone
that kept me save, for her.

A gratefull kiss goodbye.

My final step is made.
A tidal rush bursting from beneath
pulls me in, and there She is,
My Ocean Goddess, Radiant Majestic.
With open arms, a loving smile on perfect lips,
She summons me to come.

And then I dive and fall.

Destroyed and Recreated
I am,
My body delivered to Your flame
My soul Your eternal breath to take
My heart to hold Your ocean's flood.
And my one remaining stone,
for you an earthly magic garden
to lay Your head and rest.

My Ocean Love
To You, I give myself in Trust and Loyalty.
To You, I surrender everything I am.
For You, I will strive to paint - that what is all.

Your waves fold around me.
Lovingly,
For I am yours.

Odi, February 2012

Leather Seats by Lady Crissy

2012-02-04T16:46:00.001-08:00

Leather Seats

"Omg!" he gasped, not being able to catch himself as his mind raced - not being able to recall how he got *here*. On his hands and knees in he backseat, face pressed hard to the black leather seats, the potent smell mixed with that of his own sweat. These smells of fear and desire intermingled and danced in his senses and his mind as his body felt like one big ball of electricity.

"That is Goddess, little bitch", she practically purred, her fingernails digging into his hips. But it wasnt the purr of a kitten, but of a cat, a big one, with a purr both deep and controlled. It was a purr that he could imagine would quickly turn into a growl if he displeased her.

As the tip slid into his lubed ass, he cried out, not because it hurt, so much as releasing the tension of waiting for her to take him, to assert this level of control. There was surprise, need, and fear in his voice, and he hardly recognized it. He tried to take a deep breath, to relax as the strap on eased in further. Just then, a hand slap landing on his ass made him jump, and the sensation jumped like lightning to his cock, making it jump, the sweet pain bringing some clarity to his mind. He felt the steady dribble from his cock and again tried to breathe. Again Her hand came down on his ass, and again, and a hiss escaped his lips each time, After she stopped, the sting remained, hot and warm, and he tried to focus on that.

"And what are you supposed to say when you are given a gift from Me, whore?" Her voice was firm, but still patient, but he didnt hesitate to respond, clearing his throat to make sure She could hear him the first time.

"Thank you Beautiful Goddess - for taking this bitch up the ass!" He blurted it out before realizing it, slipping even deeper under her control, as if verbalizing it made it sink in...solidify. Her control was proving to be like an ocean, so beautiful and yet so deep that he knew he was smart to be fearful. He knew he risked drowning before finding the depth of it.

With a firm but slow push the strap on filled him further, his asshole felt hot, as electric shocks ran through him, the sensation of being taken up the ass more than just physical. His mind shifted to a calmness, despite the whimpering sounds his throat made and the trembling of his body.

However when the tip of the dildo pressed against his prostate his still mind flashed red, and a choked off scream escaped him. Before this She had teased and tormented him mercilessly before putting him in this position, her ability to penetrate his mind further and further was frightening. The bolt of pure electric pleasure had caught him off guard, so contrasting to the stretching of his ass that proceeded it. He was at least familar with the feeling of being stretched, as She had been training his ass for some time with a plug to prepare him for this step. The sensation left him panting, his fingers digging into the leather, grasping for something real as his mind was shattering in little pieces.

He was sure She could tell what was going on in his head, as she usually could, as he felt her nails begin a long slow rake, firmly down his bare back. His body arched sharply in response, moaning, eyes closing. The sensation pulled the parts of him back together forcefully, the welts burning with fire as she continued all the way down his back to his ass.

"Please Miss, may I have more!?" came out in his voice, strained, high. Relief flooded through him - to put voice to his need to be body and mind fucked by Her - fully and irrevocably. His need to please her was what was holding him together now, keeping his focus. He tried to remember how many traffic lights there were on the way to work to try to hold it together.

Laughter filled the vehicle as She began to move her hips, slowly, pushing in and pulling out the strap on, grinding into him expertly. He could feel the stretching even more now, his head coming up, eyes flying open as the realization of what was happening hit home. The bobbing of his aching cock felt far away and his face burned red. Knowing there was no going back from this, no denial that this was what he truly wanted to be for Her. Independent of his shame, his body tried to push back, reacting to Her teasing, fucking him with shallow thrusts, avoidng the depth he instictively craved.

"Oh, do you think I'm going to make it *that* easy?" She says, laughing as She shifts her hips. pulling the dildo back, and nearly out of his ass. The sensation is instant, he feels empty, even more needy. Her laugh tells him volumes, and he knows what he needs to do. She has always told him that actions speak louder than words, and she will hold him to that standard. Laying his head back down on the leather seats, his breathing begins to come in short pants. He spreads his legs for Her, anticipation on his tongue, so sweet.

"Very good wanton little whore." she says, laughing at him before giving him the reward. Her hips push forward slowly, the dildo sliding in fully,, until it brushes against his sweet spot again deep inside.

"Thank you Miss!" his voice cries out in the small space, his body shuddering hard as She begins to steadily fuck him, occasionally giving him a taste of blinding pleasure. He hears his strangled moans, and sweat covers his quivering body. His response is a steady stream of verbal gratitude, and when he feels Her hand wrap around his cock, the furthest thing from his mind is trivail questions like..... "How did I get here?".

The End

Dreams Of The Past - Fantasy by Lady Siofra

2012-01-28T16:06:00.003-08:00

"Follow me as I a lead you forward. Please keep your eyes forward, to look elsewhere you would be tempted into another's dream. Doing so you risked being trapped. You said you wished to see what was wiped from your memories mortal. Are you prepared for this? Once seeing this your fate may change, and this time it maybe forever. " The Guide watched for the silent nod before shaking its hooded head. before taking the journey down the path of dreams.

Eventually for what seemed hours, and a brief moment the guide stopped. This figure turned and gestured to the bubbled which was blurry but slowly coming into focus. The warning said earlier flashed through the mortal girls mind. She turned and nodded her head as if to say she was ready.

Then without warning her wrist was gripped and she was tossed into the bubble. The passing through it felt as if someone had punched her stomach. Soon she was stirring and looking down it was her body...but different. It was her body from when she was younger. As she pushed her hand down to sit up she felt the soft fabric which felt like silk.

It felt familiar, but this place that she slowly looked around was not in her memory. She turned her body and slid off the bed. Her bare feet touching the tiled floor which flowed in a hypnotic pattern of gray and black. Now looking down to Her bed, the colors were dark a navy. It complemented the black toned walls of stone.

As her eyes drifted through the room she noticed a mirror. She moved towards it her reflection became clear. In focus was the body she was in. As well as a blurred shade of the girl who entered the dream. Standing next to her was the hooded figure. She shivered slightly it was as if she was haunting herself. And wondered if the future could haunt the past.

As if her guide could read her thoughts there was a whisper "yes"

She turned her head to look at the hooded figure and then back to her reflection. Her moved her fingers to her face. Petal soft skin of an ivory. Her cheek hued of a soft lilac and her lips matched. Her hair was black but when the light touched it reflected cool colors of; blue, green, and indigo. It was then she noticed her tapered ears "I feel so alien..." She breathed out. She could feel the hooded figure touching her shoulder. A hint of empathy, and much sadness.

Disobedience Part 1 by Karma

2012-01-28T16:06:00.001-08:00

dedicated to Miss Zarita Shan

i am cold , hungry , and tired. I have been chained , naked standing up in the basement for 24 hours now.

The nipple clamps no longer biting my tender swollen nipples , their effect having morphed to a constant dull ache.

I looked down to see Miss's poor cock shrivelled with the cold ,encased in the metal lattice of it's Cb3000 chastity device ,still throbbing painfully, and sobbed quietly , feeling sorry for myself.

How had I let this happen? It seems I just never learn - no matter what Miss tries to teach me with all the patience that She exhibits.

But this time ! This time Her patience had finally snapped.

This is how I find myself here ,my ankles , feet and toes burning from being suspended on tiptoes , my bladder straining to hold the waste of the long 24 hours.

Yesterday had started out as a normal day. I had laid out Miss's clothes , ran Her bath and made breakfast.

She had left for work as normal ,kissing me tenderly on the lips as She went out the door ,and calling back over Her shoulder '' Be good, boy ,get all your chores done !'' as She dived into Her car.

I watched Her drive away , sadness touching me as it always did when She left me .

Time for chores !

I will just make a cup of tea for myself and check the news on television before I start.

Freshly brewed tea in hand I settled in Her favourite arm chair and turned the television on.

Oh !! I hadn't realised there was a Brasilian football tournament on and it started today.

I sighed ,got up ,and went to empty the linen basket for the first load of laundry.

Thinking about what I have been ordered to do , the prospect of seeing any football today was highly unlikely.

Miss liked things to be ordered and neat. There was the laundry - two loads - a white and a coloured wash , that would all need ironed ,the vaccuuming and of course dusting.

House dust was a pet hate of my Miss. In my head Her words echoed '' Wet dust first and then dry dust'' - that made me smile to myself.

I cleaned up quickly in the kitchen listening to the washing machine run through its cycle as I disinfected the surfaces and shone them with paper towels.

Where was that cheering coming from? Oh ! I had left the television on in the lounge. I quickly hurried to turn it off.

As i reached the lounge I glimpsed one of the most superb goals I have ever seen on a football pitch. Mesmerised I sank onto the sofa to watch the replay.

I soon became absorbed in the game watching the skill and finesse of the players on both teams.

I decided I would watch the whole game. I can easily catch up i thought and Miss will never know - its only 90 minutes !

Game now over I went and got the vacuum and carried it upstairs and prepared my cloths for wet and dry dusting .

Singing happily to myself i dusted and vacuumed each room thinking that Miss will be pleased that everywhere looks clean and neat.

I made my Miss's bed , with the corner of the douvet turned down just as she liked and then made my own little bed.

I lifted the vase from her bedside table as the flowers in there needed renewed and took it downstairs to wash it fill with clean water and replace the flowers.

Damn ! The tv was still on - and it was still football. Just five minutes more I thought.

OMG what was I thinking of. I had wasted another 90 minutes watching football - the whole of another great match .I had 3 hours to make up.

I was soon sweating as I cleaned the bathroom.

All the tiles to be washed and shone. The sink ,bath ,shower and toilet to be cleaned shone and disinfected. !

Beads of sweat dripped into the toilet bowl as i hurried to complete my tasks,

Panic was now stating to grip my stomach with a cold nauseous feeling. I hadn't even started downstairs, apart fron the kitchen tidy up , the first load of laundry was still in the machine. Not ironed and put away as I had been told.

Frantically I worked as fast as I could ,dreading that Miss would find something not done to Her total satisfaction , also knowing that my time was rapidly running out.

My ears , always attuned to the particular sound of Her car were particularly sensitive now listening for the crunch of tyres on gravel as She turned into the driveway.

Still working feverishly I realised that never in a million years would I be finished before She came home , tired and frazzled after a difficult day at work.

I groaned audibly as I did hear the car. I hadn't finished !
Some things I had not even started . I knew Miss did not accept excuses. No way!!

Brian screaming, trying to grasp at some reasonably plausible excuse for my non performance I rushed to answer the door. Leaving it slightly ajar and kneeling behind it as I had been trained to do for Her arrival.

Swallowing hard i waited.

She came in. Smiling that radiant smile that could light up a whole room. '' Hi my boy. How was Your day? All your chores finished ?''

God - that was the question I had been dreading.

I stammered my reply ''Nnnno Miss''

I saw Her eyebrow arch in that particular way She has when she is displeased and fear racked me.

I had been told about my work rate before.

''Follow'' she said. Wafting past me with Her skirt swishing and Her scent filling the air.

PART 2 __________________________________________________
She walked quickly down the hall to the kitchen with me following on all fours (I knew better than to walk upright as She was so displeased ) .

Despite my predicament I took pleasure in watching Her rounded full buttocks and the sway of Her hips.

I reached the kitchen just as She was filling a pint glass with water. She handed it to me and said softly ''Drink''.

The water was cold and made my head ache as I drank. She stood Legs slightly apart, towering over me as I knelt and drank.

She looked into my eyes and saw there all my weakness, my stupidity , everything - into the depths of my soul as only a Miss can with her boy.

She smiled and turned to rummage through one of the kitchen drawers pulling out a wooden spoon and handing it to me.

''Basement'' she commanded.

With heavy heart and more than a little apprehension I proceeded to the basement ,knowing what that meant.

At he bottom of the stairs I flicked the light switch on and slowly took off all my clothes. Folding them neatly I awaited Her arrival puzzled by the wooden spoon in my hand .

Kneeling in the proscribed place in the proscribed manner my mouth becoming ever drier i waited.

Daring to look up as I heard Her I glimpsed a long stocking clad thigh protruding from Her wrap around skirt as she came down the stairs.

Wow ! She is so beautiful and commanding I thought.
Then my stomach sank at the thought of whatever delight Miss had decided to Visit upon me.

Without speaking She quickly and efficiently cuffed my hands together in front of me and set the wooden spoon down beside Her. The cuffs were then attached to the pulley system She had rigged over a sturdy beam.

I heard the rope creak as my arms were raised above my head and slowly I was pulled onto tiptoes.

She stood fro a moment surveying me , helpless and naked before Her.

Idly she flicked both my nipples to get them erect.

I was really fearful now , never had my Miss been so quiet or exhibited so much distain.

Dissatisfied with the reaction of my nipples ,She leaned forward. Her hair brushing my body making me shiver.

One after the other She took my nipples into Her mouth gripping and pulling with Her teeth. I squealed in agony.

She moved away again and examined my nipples with her fingernail. There was no doubt they were erect now.

Smiling softly she reached into her pocket and brought out a chain with a nipple clamp on both ends. This was deftly and quickly attached. I grimaced as first one sensitive nipple then the other was grasped by the metal jaws of the clamp.

I hung my head.

''Look at Me boy'' she said as she took a hold of my cock roughly.

She started to make me swing on my rope as she tugged hard and gripped my flaccid tool hard. Her fingernails biting into the flesh..

I looked into Her eyes and saw the mixture of annoyance , amusement and kindness for her errant boy.

The tugging and manipulation made the blood flow to swell my cock to hardness despite the pain of Her ministrations.

Gradually Her touch became more tender making my nerve ends tingle and my hips buck in time to Her strokes.

She worked the head of my cock expertly and spread the precum around it as I became more and more excited.

Suddenly she stopped , a wry smile playing at Her lips.

''You couldn't possibly think boy that You would be rewarded with an orgasm . In fact it will be quite some time before that pathetic little cock spurts for me again''

Thwack !! the wooden spoon came down hard upon my hard cock. The shock of the blow making me instantly forget any thought of orgasm as I tried to move away on my tiptoes to avoid the next blow.

Thwack Thwack Thwack the blows rained down on my cock. Bandhand , underhand , overhand not forgetting to also strike my tight ball sack.

Expertly my cock was beaten, each blow stinging and seeming more severe than the last.

I was howling ''please Mercy Miss'' and my proud erection had disappeared totally.

As suddenly as it had started the hail of blows stopped leaving an indescribable pain everywhere on my cock and balls. i had never experienced pain like this before. I was consumed by it - it was all i could think about.

My Miss was now kneeling in front of me again reaching for her pocket.

I saw the metal glint of the CB3000 chasity cage.

I had been told that iI was to be trained in chastity but I never thought it would happen like this.

Expertly she took the mechanism apart and started to assemble it around the base of my balls. adding all the pieces until my cock was encased , throbbing and painful.
Finally a small metal padlock was clicked into place.

I hung my head low and shook it sadly. Had the football been worth it. ?

No!! My first priority must be to my Miss. A lesson that I hope i will eventually learn.

Softly my Miss says '' Tomorrow will be a better day , huh boy? ''

Quickly she walked away hitting the light switch ,leaving me in darkness and disappearing up the stairs.

That's why I am here cold , hungry and tired - a disobedient sub.

My First Time by Dorian

2012-01-28T16:05:00.003-08:00

I enter like a newborn just born into a new world for the first time, eyes opening and seeing all the new surroundings. I look deep into myself knowing what cravings lie there, and I wonder just how and why they have come to affect me. These cravings cause a yearning to be loved, to be wanted, to learn and be taught in the way of submission. Wonderful submission and obediance to that special lady. Yes, that is right i am a submissive male, coming to a place known as the Dominion why do i fear this so why does it cause me to be nervous, to shake, and at the same time smile. So many wonderful, welcoming Ladies each with their own gift, and yet as i fall to my knees wanting so badly to fit into there world, to be apart of it it seems as though yesterday was only a dream. Now Dream has become reality, i know that this is what i want. I voice for the first few time and my voice is shaky, showing the nerves that plague me. The Ladies can sense my feelings and in an instance show me its okay to feel vulnerable. Over a short period of time the nervousness i once had is lessoning. I am starting to understand that being submissive is a wonderful thing and that i am not alone and that there are those who will guide me along the righ path. I am finally free. Thank You Dominion.

Beating Voodoo by Lady Sweet

2012-01-28T16:05:00.001-08:00

It was a regular Saturday night party at my favorite Dungeon. I saw the new guy right off the bat and tried to remember if I’d ever seen him before. He was hard to miss, even with my 6 inch heels he still towered over me. My crew was with me and I socialized as usual. A friend began a rope bondage scene and we gathered to watch, all the while I couldn’t help but notice that big guy in the corner. I finally caught his eye and smiled at him, an invitation to come over. He stood behind me and very gently began to rub my shoulders. After the scene I turned and thanked him and walked away to visit again.

A few minutes later a friend approached me. She told me that Voodoo was too shy to ask himself, but he really really wanted me to play with him. It just so happens that I enjoy playing with the new folks so I told her I’d be happy to talk to him. During our talk he told me that he’d never had an impact scene before, that he was totally new to the scene and submissive. We negotiated a bit and I led him to one of the play rooms. My toy bags were already there and I instructed Voodoo to take off his clothes, but that he could leave his underwear on if it made him more comfortable. I popped my scene music CD into the player and began to lay out my toys. Because he was new, I tied him into some simple rope cuffs (they’re not as intimidating as the leather cuffs) and attached him to the cross.
My scene music starts out slow and I knew he was nervous, so I walked up behind him and starting at his hands, lightly ran my palm down his arms and around his back, there was a lot of area to cover. I felt him take a deep breath and settle then whispered that I was going to pull his underwear down, not all the way, but just enough to expose his ass. I ran my palm over his ass and gave him a light pat.

The scene began with floggers. I like to start lightly, finishing off the slow song with my lightest one, to get them used to the feel. The music helps my rhythm and it helps my bottom relax. I switched to heavier floggers when the next song started, the pace was faster, I began building up the intensity, watching his body signals closely, striking harder during the chorus, then backing off into a lighter strike during the verse. In between I paused briefly to rub his back and ass gently, feeling the heat rise and watching his skin turn to a nice shade of pink.

My impact play is always in synch with my music, fast and hard interwoven with soft and light. My goal is to bring my bottom to the edge and back, mixing pain with pleasure until, by the end, they fall over the precipice never knowing what hit them. After the floggers I switched to canes, first the light whippy ones, tap tap tapping lightly, followed by a hard strike across the ass with a heavier cane. I watched him jump and pull on the ropes holding him to the cross after every hard strike and paused briefly to run my hand across the red stripes. After a really intense crescendo I knew I was pushing him hard when he started reacting verbally and I dropped my implements and leaned against him, spreading my arms to capture his wrists, running my palms down his arms while I pressed my body into his. I began to roll my hips against his ass, back and forth, grinding against him. I put my hands around his neck, pulled his head back and growled into his ear.

The play moved on to paddles and whips, giving him a taste of my various toys , always building in intensity, then backing down with caresses. Sometimes I used my hands to smack or punch, sometimes I raked my nails down his back, hard. Over and over I pressed against him and growled into his ear, sometimes after a loud outburst from him I’d giggle wickedly. I was in the zone, in my top space, hyper focused on my prey. Instinctually I knew that my prey was young, so I reigned in the true beast within, promising to let her out later with a victim that could withstand her hunger.

Our scene ended as most do, with a gentle rabbit fur rub down. I untied his hands and held him tightly until he could back up and sink to his knees. I sat next to him and caressed him, telling him he was a good boy and that I was pleased.
I don’t know how long it all lasted, when I’m in my zone time vanishes. Soon he was able to stand and dress. He thanked me and later sat at my feet and massaged them gently. I haven’t seen Voodoo at the Dungeon since that night a year ago, he’s gone on with his life in a different direction. But if he returns I’ll play with him again, that towering man who became jelly at my feet.

IN VOODOO’S WORDS:
Saturday night was my first true S&M scene. i want to first thank MsB for sharing this with me. She was everything I could have hoped and dreamed for, for my first time and she truly made it an experience I will never forget

Now to the good stuff. I have been thinking of how to put this into words and wanted to wait until all the emotions from the evening were gone before I posted this so I could capture everything i was feeling. I was extremely nervous for my first time even though I was assured by everyone who knew her I was in good hands. But what i didn’t know was i was utterly unprepared for what was to follow afterwards. I was tied mostly naked to the cross and was told the safe word to use if at any time I couldn’t take anymore. Her music began and she began flogging me in time with the beat. At first it was just a stiff massage as if i was a car going through a car wash. She followed most changes in equipment with a loving sensual caresses that got my blood flowing and I began really getting aroused.

But as we continued it started getting more intense. The force applied to every blow was more focused and the pain delivered.. more severe. She moved from floggers to canes to I think whips and paddles. The few times I was able to make my mouth speak the only word I could muster was 'Shit'. But every time I felt I couldn’t take any more or I just wanted to cry out stop.. She was there... caressing me.. loving me... holding me... The sensation moved far away from sex and more to a mother.. who kisses away the pain of a bee sting. The kiss had no magical power but just the act seemed to make all the pain go away. And every time I needed her.. There she was.. God it felt so good having her just touch me... Then the pain.. then the touch... I cannot put that feeling into proper words so I will just move on...

We went on like that on what seemed to me to be a half an hour but honestly I have no idea how long it actually lasted. When we were finished... my body quivering from all the punishment.. she untied me and all i could do was fall to the floor. I had nothing in my body to give. I couldn’t speak... i couldn’t walk.. all my body knew was her voice and her touch. She cared for me until I was able to put thoughts into action and finally get myself up and move about. I had no idea my body would feel this way. No idea what this actually was and what it meant until now. I didn’t know how personal an act it was and how special it was to share it with someone else....

Since then I have been dealing with what that experience has meant to me and what it means to me going forward. I can say it wasn’t what I expected. It was not sexual at all but in many ways more personal.. I know now that I couldn’t let just anyone do it.. or share that with just anyone. To me it isn’t something that should be taken that lightly or casually. I know I will do it again.. With who or when I don’t know... But I see things differently now.... and I wonder what the next encounter will bring to light in my life
Thank you MsB
Forever Your VooDoo

Seduction Part 1 by Lady Tora

2012-01-28T16:04:00.001-08:00

From Seduction Part 1:

Using the neck tie and my ever more demanding voice, I directed how he was to touch me, caress me. I moaned as his hands roamed over my body, teasing my breasts, sliding down my stomach, teasing my thighs before brushing my clit and pussy. His mouth soon followed; sucking on my nipples, kissing and teasing my belly before settling between my legs, licking and sucking on clit, poking his tongue in my pussy, drinking the evidence of my lust. He seemed to know exactly what to do to drive me crazy. It was of course at this moment Jack came into the room. I was so lost in the pleasure of Carlos' mouth was causing me that I at first don't notice; moaning and growling loudly, my hands pulling on his hair, my legs wrapped around his shoulders. He was so good at this that it didn't take me very long to cum. It was as I lay there enjoying the post orgasm high that I noticed Jack was there, naked, hard as a rock and grinning at me.

* * *

I tugged at Carlos' neck tie and ordered him to get up and sit on the bed with his back resting against the headboard. He looked at Jack quizically for a moment but moved as instructed. I then sat up and moved my way to the end of the bed where Jack stood. He leaned over and kissed me hard and fierce. His cock pressed against me between my breasts, leaving behind a slimy trail of precum. I arched an eyebrow at Jack, surprised at how turned on he seemed by this and playfully told him that he had to clean up after himself. Much to my surprise and delight he leaned over and licked away the sticky evidence of his lust with a long slow sweep of his board tongue making me moan despite having just enjoyed a fabulous orgasm under Carlos' skillful tongue. A flare of lust burned through me; I wanted Jack and I wanted him now.

I moved on the bed to be on all fours facing Carlos and raised my ass in the air, wiggling it. "Fuck me Jack," I growled. "Fuck me now." Jack let out a low moan and grabbed my hips, but instead of sliding his lovely cock into me, he rubbed it against my pussy teasing me. He leaned over and growled low against my ear, telling me how hot that was to watch and how badly he wanted me. It was only then did he glide into me in one fluid motion, making me gasp and rock my hips, matching his thrusts. God how I loved to fuck this man. I moaned and growled, demanding that Jack keep going and not to cum until I had reached my second orgasm of the evening. I then turned my attention to Carlos sitting there with a cock as hard as Jack's was. I instructed Carlos to stroke his cock, slow and steady, warning him he was not allowed to cum; he was just to keep his cock nice and hard for me while he watched Jack fuck me.

Jack's thrusts and grinds become more demanding, urgent. He leaned over me, growling against my ear, telling me how good it felt to fuck me. I moaned and growled, being so close to my orgasm, demanding that he not stop and he was certainly not to cum yet as I was about to climax. He responded by rocking and grinding his hips in just the right away so he hit all of the spots he knew would send me over the edge. I cried out loudly and trembled as my orgasm washed through me. Within seconds, Jack panted against my ear and begged me to finally let him cum too. I simply nodded my head, unable to speak as the pleasure still coursed through me like an electrical storm. We collapsed on the bed panting, still joined to each other.

Of course since we were still joined Jack took the opportunity to really grind against me, pressing his full body weight into me and again growling against my ear. He told me that he wanted to watch me fuck my new friend. A new, very intense surge of want and desire coursed through my body, sending a shiver down my spine and making me involuntarily clinch my pussy muscles around Jack's cock that was still buried deep in me. He groaned and then laughed before he bit my ear and slowly withdrew from me, going to sit in a chair near the bed.

Carlos being ever so obedient so far had been stroking his cock the whole time as he watched us. I noticed that his hand and cock were slick from the precum that seemed to be constantly oozing from the enlarged head. His breathing was laboured and I smiled as it was obvious he was trying very hard not to climax yet. I moved up the bed and captured his lips in a hungry kiss, biting and sucking on his lower lip. He stopped stroking and moved to wrap his arms around me. I pulled back and slapped his face hard, growling at him that I hadn't told him to stop. He mumbled an apology and went back to stroking his cock. I moved off the bed and searched the dimly lit room Jack's necktie before removing Carlos' one from around his neck. I secured each to the headboard and told Carlos he could stop stroking now and to move so that he was lying on the bed, his arms outstretched. I am not sure if the look on his face was relief or worry but he did as he was told and I secured his wrists, testing to make sure he was not getting free.

I got off the bed again and rummaged around the room until I found something that I could use as a blindfold. Carlos gave me the worry/relief look again but said he was ok to be blindfolded when I asked. Once satisfied with my work, I sat back and admired him for a moment. He was indeed a beautiful piece of man. I leaned over and kissed him before purring against his ear that he was Mine and to just lie there and enjoy it. I tortured Carlos for what seemed like hours, becoming lost in my power and enjoyment. I bit, licked, sucked, scratched, touched, and teased him until he was quivering and moaning; thrashing about on the bed like a fish out of water, fighting to breathe. I was so intent on Carlos that I had almost forgot that Jack was still in the room. Jack let out a straggled moan when I told Carlos that he was to beg for me to fuck him. I turned and watched Jack slowly stroking his cock for a moment before turning back to Carlos. I slapped him hard across the face again, telling him he was not begging enough.

Carlos continued to moan and thrash, begging and pleading for me to finally fuck him. I shivered with lust again; to me there was no better sound in the world than the sound of a man's voice so desperate with desire and need that he will say or do anything. I love how the pitch of man's voice changes, becoming higher as the realization that in that very moment, he truly belongs to me, I control everything. It is only at that moment that I mounted Carlos, reverse cowgirl so that Jack had full view of me fucking this beautiful boy. I was slow at first, enjoying the sensation of having another man. Carlos bucked wildly, trying to make me move faster, to get deeper into me. I turned and slapped him a third time, growling at him he was not to move and mostly certainly not to cum unless I instructed he could and if continued to not be a good Slut, I was not going to finish fucking him. He let out a painful moan but obeyed.

I turned back to look at Jack sitting on the chair. I rocked and lifted my hips, moving at my own pace and rythmn. Jack looked to be just aroused as I was. I am sure he could see the intense pleasure on my face as he watched my body move, my breasts bouncing as I started to thrust harder and faster. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes for a moment; wow Carlos felt really, really good to fuck. I opened my eyes again to watch Jack touching himself. The pleasure of having Jack watching me with another man made me want Carlos even more. My hands gripped the bed and I used my knees to swing back,grinding, feeling his swollen balls pressed against my clit. I fucked Carlos harder and harder, moaning and growling as both Carlos and Jack did the same. As I got closer and closer to my orgasm, I slammed against Carlos hard, making the head of his cock knock against my cervix. I cried loudly out in a third earth shattering climax before growling at both Carlos and Jack they had exactly five seconds to cum or they were not going to get to at all. I don't think I got to say four before they both erupted, doing their own yelling and screaming. Jack slumped back in the chair while I collapsed onto Carlos, all three of us panting.

The End

The Boots Part 2 by Byron

2012-01-28T16:03:00.001-08:00

Part 1

The constricting leather hood was peeled roughly from my head, and sensations swamped me.

For an unknown amount of time I had been tied down naked on a barely padded table, blind and gagged as the warm, sharp fingers of the woman had tickled, poked, slapped and punched at me from the darkness.

Now I kneeled, shivering. Facing the wall as instructed, flinching at the slightest sound. She was busily preparing something behind me, but I couldn't care - I was too glad that she couldn't be torturing me in the meantime.

After 30 seconds of silence, which seemed to last forever and gain the pregnant inertia of a circus train full of elephants fucking, the words came:

'Turn, boy'

I did so, eyes cast down and adjusting quickly to the light sources, two flickering candles, matching the height of the stately throne in which she now sat, legs crossed and arms reclining serenely, a resting lioness.

A finger curled, beckoning, and I shuffled to the step, feeling her power focus on me crushingly, as I sank once more to my knees.

Her legs were presented in thigh-high encasements of darkly purple leather, with sensibly chunky zips snaking up, up to the creamy revealed flesh. Her skirt had been raised, simple plain black panties on display, the better to show off her new weapons. Light glinted dully off the soaring heels, describing an arc of devoted submission.

My mouth flooded with drool.

She extended one leg, slowly and powerfully pressing the heavy flat sole onto my chest. I leaned into it, pushing my ribcage against her foot, until she suddenly drew back and I started to fall forward.

With a snarl, and perfect timing, she kicked out, hitting me with the toe of the boot and sending me sprawling painfully as I arched backwards.

"Don't rest against me, boy!"

I returned to a kneeling position in front of her, and the boot once again pressed against my chest.

"Better, now, hold my foot"

The heavy boot dropped suddenly, heel scraping agonisingly against my inner thigh.

"Silly boy, you really need to be faster"

"Yes Mistress"

I lifted her right foot in my hands, cradling the leather and feeling the warm skin and bones of her foot beneath, The leather, new, gave off an intoxicating smell of hot desire.

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I ran my fingers up the insole, pushing and feeling her foot respond beneath.

Without being asked, but overcome, I lowered my head, and brushed my cheek against the warm second skin. She responded positively, and I let my tongue dart out, tracing a thin line along the finely stitched seam.

"Kiss them boy"

I looked up, and her gaze had me frozen, locked as surely as any shackle, tighter than any knot.

Pressing my lips together, I raised the very tip of the boot to my face, and continued to look at her as I kissed at it delicately. She sat a little differently in the chair, and I could tell this was now a two way street, that she was taking pleasure in my attentions, and I beamed with pride.

Her other foot had snaked down to my crotch, and was grinding blindly as my engorged penis responded to the sensations.

Seeing my erection, she cooed

"Now I see what you like, you filthy brat... look at you getting hard for my shiny new boots!"

I mumbled in agreement, licking at the smooth, hard curving surface of the instep, pushing my face against the beautiful implements of torture and delight.

The boots, she'd said, were new, freshly arrived from England and bought for her by a distant admirer. I was the first to experience them, as luck would have it, and I was determined to show her how understanding I was of my good fortune.

I thought briefly of the distant sub who had bought the boots, and knew he'd want me to give my all.

From the hard, almost architectural instep, I had arrived at the top of the front of the heel. I lifted my head, still cradling the foot, to study the design.

The leather extended down the back and sides of the heel, tapering to a not-too fine base upon which was a tiny metal plate. It sat flush with the rest of the heel and was secured with a single, bronze nail. Inscriptions of the exclusive London leatherworks from which the boots had come were visible.

She saw my studious appraisal and smiled warmly, shifting her foot so the heel was now level with my mouth.

"Take it, bitch"

My mouth was already open, and I guided the metal tip carefully around my teeth before closing my lips, looking up at her. I tried hard to look like a porn star sucking a cock and she loved it, squirming slightly upon her black throne.

"Oh, yes... good boy, suck it"

Carefully I let her pull the heel out of my mouth then place it back in...

"Watch those teeth, don't scratch the leather!"

I'd already been very careful of that, but was now moreso, as my head bobbed enthusiastically for her.

She pleasured herself like that for a few minutes before slowly withdrawing her legs and standing up, offering her legs for a hug from my kneeling nakedness. I obliged happily.

Time was frozen, stretched, and in the darkness of her dungeon, I sensed I could be trapped forever.

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Bath Time by Lance

2012-01-28T16:02:00.003-08:00

Bath Time
It began innocently enough, or so i thought. The message simply asked, "Shower or Bath?". This slave thought it was a message meant for someone else but replied, "?? Shower? Not sure what you're asking Mistress?". The only reply was a very ominous, "Hehe".

That evening, after dinner and cleanup i am told, "Run yourself a hot bath slut boy. Get in, lay back and close your eyes, relax and think of your Mistress. I will be in to clean My slut boy shortly."

My mind did a double take at this. Hot bath? I haven't taken a bath in, well, i don't take baths. i much prefer a shower. Since yesterday i was feeling so horrible i pushed it out of my mind and thought that a hot bath may actually hit the spot. i ran it as hot as i could stand and stepped in.

As soon as i sat down i remembered why i hated taking baths so much. The tub in this house is the smallest bath tub i have ever been in. It is not wide at all and, in fact, is so narrow that when i lay flat in the bath with my arms down by my side i cannot move my arms away from body more than about a half of an inch. If i sit up in the tub to get my legs in the hot water my upper body is out of the water from the waist up. To make matters even worse, when i lay down and try to let the water soak my chest i find that the tub is too shallow. When i slide down the water starts flooding down the overflow drain just as it starts to reach the level where i could actually be submerged. What this means for me is that part of my body is always soaking in warm water but the other half is exposed to the chill air.

It was still a hot bath though and i so i laid my head back, relaxed and closed my eyes. The next sensation i feel is splashing water between my legs. i open an eye and see my Mistress kneeling beside the tub. She is wetting a wash rag and lathering it up with soap. i smile and start to sit up but She softly tells me to close my eyes and lay back.

my right leg is lifted from the water and i feel the soapy rag washing my foot. In between each toe, along the bottom of my foot, heel, and ankle. my foot is laid on the side of the tub and the wash rag is run gently its up my calf and thigh. My right leg is lowered gently into the water and the process is repeated on my left leg.

Next i hear a soft voice telling me to sit up but to keep my eyes closed. As i sat up the soapy rag washes my stomach and chest. The chill air causes my nipples to harden and tighten around the rings hanging from them. As the rag crosses each nipple they are pinched and twisted. Not in a painful way but in a very sensual and playful way. A slight moan escapes my lips and i can HEAR my Mistress smile as she scrubs my back. my arms are raised one at a time as my underarms are scrubbed and arms and hands lathered up thickly.

She gently pushes my forehead back letting me know i was to lean back into the tub. i hear Her as She rinses the rag, places it over my chest and squeezes the water onto my chest rinsing the lather into the narrow tub. Next i am told to sit back up and reminded again to keep my eyes closed. i hear Her rinsing and lathering the rag again. my face and head is lathered and washed with extra attention behind the ears. Using the wash rag again as a sponge She raises it over my head and squeezes, releasing the water over my head, rinsing the lather from my head.

Instantly the mood changes. "On your knees slut boy! Move it!" i scramble to my knees as She tells me to spread my legs as wide as the narrow tub would allow me and to place my hands on my head. Once in position She tells my how now it is time to wash, "...the slut boys tiny dangly bits and boy cunt." The gentleness that She showed washing my feet and legs was gone. This slaves cock and balls were scrubbed clean. Strangely Her cock grew rigid and bounced at attention.

i was then told to bend over and present my boy cunt for cleaning. The rag was run up and down my crack several times. my taint was also given special attention. The taint is a sensitive spot on this sluts body and quickly turns it on making it want more, instantly. Then i can feel the rag being pushed into my boy cunt by what i assume to be my Mistress' finger. i hear a laugh come from Her as She tells me not to worry that She is only going to clean the rim of my boy cunt, this time.

"Turn around, lie down with your hands under your ass." She orders.

Once in the position She grabs my cock and begins to stroke it. "Open your eyes slut boy. I want to see you as i play with My wet hard cock. It is hard, this must be turning you on slut boy."

"Yes Mistress." is all this slave can whisper.

She strokes, caresses and squeezes Her cock. Rolling Her soapy hands around the sensitive glands at the head. i feel my hips begin to rock. Instantly laughter erupts from my Mistress.

"That's my boy slut." She says as She smiles and looks into my eyes. She continues stroking and caressing Her cock for i do not know how long. i become lost as i edged closer and closer to orgasm. my gaze is on my Mistress, Her gaze is on me. That smile never leaves her lips. i feel an orgasm welling up, still deep within but none the less building.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Instantly this slave recoils as the three rapid smacks land squarely across the head of Mistress' cock. Laughter fills the bathroom.

"Now slut, keep those hands under your ass and remove the stopper with your feet. Once the stopper is off you are to lay in that tub until it completely drains. Then you are to get out of the bath, dry yourself off and clean the tub. you are not to wear clothes of course and be careful not to get the cleaning solutions on any 'delicate' areas, it could sting." i hear her retreat down the hallway laughing as She goes.

Now by this time the water had become luke warm and the air was chilly. The water only reached about two thirds of the way up my side. Long story short, i was getting cold fast.

I began trying to release the stopper with my toes and feet. This is a most frustrating exercise it seems. The water pressure and suction holds the stopper down as i try to pry it up with first my toes and then the heels of my feet. i have to keep switching feet as my toes start to ache. i cannot seem to get the suction broke enough for the stopper to come free. i do not know how long i struggled with this task before my Mistress entered the bathroom and pulled the stopper. She simply laughed, looked at me now shivering slightly in the tub, shook Her head, turned and walked back out.

It seemed to take forever for that tub to drain but the instant i heard the last gurgle i was up and grabbing the towel to dry myself. The soft, thick cotton towel felt wonderful as it dried and warmed my skin. Once dried, i began the task of cleaning the tub.

i sprayed the tub down with the bathroom cleaner and fumes quickly filled the air. i opened the window to help ventilate the fumes and the cold January air began flooding in. Yep, instantly hard nipples. It is hard to explain the feeling of nipple rings being gripped tightly by hardened nipples. It is very arousing to say the least.

As i began scrubbing the walls and tub the chill went away as i warmed up from the scrubbing. Before long, the tub and shower was cleaner than it had been in months. As this slave sat to piss and admire his handiwork on the shower he noticed the toilet too was dirty as was the sink next to him. After wiping and standing, a task that now feels routine, i flushed and covered the toilet bowel with cleaner to soak.

Returning to the shower i focused on the shower doors and cleaned them inside and out. Once rinsed they were replaced and my attention switched to the now soaked toilet. On my knees again, bending over with my legs instinctively spread i scrubbed the toilet. Even though i was not told to clean the whole bathroom, once you make a clean spot you just have to keep going. It would make for a good surprise for my Mistress.

Thinking of Mistress, where has She disappeared? i push this thought aside and finish the toilet and finally the sink. i was just about to wrap up when i notice the mirrors also need cleaned. A few minutes later the bathroom is sparkling. The only thing left to do is run the sweeper on the carpet. Yes, this house actually has a carpeted bathroom. i hate a carpeted bathroom but money is scarce these days for a home improvement project of this scope. Anyway, as i descend the stairs to retrieve the vacuum i once again wonder, where has Mistress gone.

i peak into Her bedroom on the way back to the bathroom and there She is, sound asleep. i smile, take the vacuum downstairs and put it away.

Better to wait until the morning and let M'Lady sleep. As i lie here now trying to fall asleep i smile to myself knowing my Mistress will be proud of Her slut. i hope She enjoys Her surprise.

First Steps From A Novice by Rintin

2012-01-28T16:02:00.001-08:00

First steps - notes from a novice:

I recently took my first steps into your world of Mistresses and their subs. I am sure these are really very small steps. I have hardly taken my socks off at the beach, let alone dipped my toes into the water at this point; the experience was mostly virtual and was very limited for practical reaons. Nonetheless, you could say that taking my socks of has been very difficult from a personal view, and just like going to the beach I am so excited to run into the water now and play!

Although I had been thinking about it for many years, my first experience has caught me by surprise. I had several expectations, some of these are now dispelled, some reinforced.

I was recently told about the Dominion and spent one or two days around the edges, learning the basic manners and some time observing.

So when I entered the Dominion on auction day, and within seconds I had three requests firing at me to enter the Slave auction, I was surpised to find myself quickly agreeing to be a participant. The speed of the requests, made me feel a bit like a deer caught in the headlights with only one inevitable oucome. I have come to learn over the last few days that in any case the Mistresses have a clever knack for coaxing their desired response in subtle and not-to-subtle ways, so perhaps the outcome was never in question. In any case, some initial questions from me turned into a hesitant maybe, and before I knew it, an agreement to join as a slave.

My weak ongoing bleats of protest weren't really all that sincere. By this time of course I was commited and equally nervous and excited. So after some more encourangement, important advice to "suck it up", and my mind put at ease that the bidders would not dwell too much on my physical deficiences (virtual only of course) I found myself within minutes, naked in a cage wondering what could possibly be about to happen. On top of it, I had agreed to voice chat. How on earth did all that happen so quickly?

With some moral encouragement from a fellow slaves and an hour's wait I had time to settle down. The time flew by, my attention extremely heightened as I watched four of the other slaves go through their auction.

So when my time arrived to step up to the podium I took my position with a mixture of nerves, excitement and a real desire not to dissapoint. The nerves - having no idea what to expect. The excitement - of moving on in my own small way, and the desire not to dissapoint - reaising what an opportunity this was. My two reasons to be nervous, exposing some of my peronsal thoughts in public, and using voice were expertly put at ease by the auctioneer and excitement began to outweigh any lingering fear. I was almost enjoying it!

The auction itself flew by - a few questions, some fairly personal. Made to sing a patriotic song (which turned into a personal highlight). And before I knew it, the auction was over and I headed to the winning bidder for the week who immediatley passed on to another Mistress for the week (which seemed to be a standard thing to do).

What to expect from the week? No idea at all. I wasn't higly reassured when a couple of Mistresses laughed off the proposal that I would be fine over the week. But in the end of course I was. What could possibly happen to me?

The week wasn't quite how I imagined it would be. But pleasurable all the same - the feeling of giving control to Mistress, aiming to responed to every request of hers. Practical reasons made it difficult to interact very much. I had an eagerness to be around and satisfy. There were some simple requests and errands. Nothing physical, generally much less demanding than I had expected or was prepared for. Although Mistress was much more authoratative than I had expected.

So, what of of the week? Of course this all a tiny start. I have learnt a lot and still so very little. I have picked up some basic manners and pointers. I still have the same mixture of nerves and excitement. I have been surprised by the feeling of giving control and wanting to please and by the lack of related physical activities. Most of all I am still looking forward to my swim just as much as ever.

Epilogue To My Most Recent Chapter by Jennifer

2012-01-28T16:01:00.001-08:00

NIGHT.

The sky: wrought with stars,
easing the harsh void,
making hospitable this hostile environment.
and, in truth, they coexist;
without the darkness,
the stars find themselves rendered mute;
and without the gentle caress
of starlight studding the night sky,
the mortality suffocates all,
stifling, deadly, still.

The stars sing clear, true, and brave;
the night sees them differently
every time he opens his eyes,
but by them, he can realign himself,
continuing to move in a true direction,
if he so chooses.

Yes, the angels and the demon:
together they forge guidance
and wisdom, at their intersection.

***
DAY.

The shepherd, the Sun,
She rises to power,
relinquishing Her strength to reflect
only when Her children
have least need for Her nurture.

The Sun, She creates shapes and colors,
outlining all other beings,
so being the manner of their creation.
They exist only
under the supervision of Her insight.

Starlings and deer and
dogwood and tulips.
The Sun is their maker,
their Mother, their Mentor,
their Guardian.
They weep at Her fading gradient
as She sets;
they so honor Her passing
by following Her into oblivion,
returning only when
Her rays kiss their edges once more.

But the Sun is only one.
She moves across the sky,
searching only for time;
no landmarks;
no adjustment;
no evolution;
each of Her lives
following in sequence from Her last.

She is never reborn
carrying memories of
a previous existence;
forced always to relive
each same moment in
its respective arc
as it marks the journey
of time across the sky.

Her position will tell one well
all one needs to know
of what She has seen,
and what She has yet to see;
Her age,
and the lessons She has yet to learn.

Guidance, yes, She provides.
Safety, yes, She ensures.
But always the same promise
She fulfills;
no growth to garner
from settling into Her ken.

The day is warm,
Her presence always soft,
welcoming,
confident and content.
Indeed, the Sun,
She is a worthy shepherd
for Her complacent sheep.

***
DAWN.

Rebirth may be upon me,
I, the weary traveller,
have made peace
with the subtle balance of
truth and despair,
emanating from the night,
maintained only by
the constant struggle of the stars
and the black veil that is the void,
each keeping the other in check;
each compensating for the
faults of the other;
preventing one another from
falling from the sharply pointed precipice
of equilibrium.

But peace is not exclusive to exhaustion.
The path is worn and weeping behind me,
cowering under the remains of
my heavy footprints as I tread along it,
overhead.

I am on the horizon.
I see the path blazed by the
wakening dawn and the Sun,
the trail to tranquil complacency,
and rest from carrying
my own existence.

But the Sun is as the phoenix,
reborn from Her loss of knowledge;
ashes blown away
by Her very recreation.
She is an unwitting
assassin of the night,
and in turn its brilliant companions:
the stars.

To bear their carnage
is to rest in the thrall of lost souls,
so carried by Her Majesty;
lost, but ignorantly so.

I can hope from the Sun,
that She will guide me.
But it is a blind faith,
given to a Scout with no sight;
a Leader with no awareness.
But as a submissive follower,
I can fool myself
into mistaking motion for progress;
momentum for blazing new trails to success,
by its very nature.

Comfort appears to be
the enemy to growth;
but a simple fallacy
can easily fill the gap
between truth and acquiescence.

So though my mind cannot
stand for this deception;
this dawning of an age
of totalitarian deceit,
my body soon betrays me,
and I find myself welcoming Her birth,
welcoming You, the Sun.

***
ACCEPTANCE.

Night has left my limbs
frozen in neglect.
I am ready to feel Your
beams caress my skin.
I beg You to blind me with Your innocence.
Overwrite my will with consent.

One day You will expire,
and I will be left far from here,
having wandered blind along these lands,
with You as my guide as You
chase time across the sky.

I will age.
I will lose myself.
But I will be warm,
and I will rekindle faith in
the fish and the seas;
in the mountainside,
and perhaps in other travelers as well.

Blind me, dear Sun,
in Your form of "knowledge."
Wrap me in Your embrace.
One day I will locate my stars again,
and tread the heavy path once more;
the never-ending journey to find for myself
the birthplace of wisdom, of which
only the stars have been heard to whisper,
guiding travelers deep into its home.

But till then, dear Sun,
till that unfathomably far future date
to be discovered in another life,
I will be Yours;
Your loyal tracker as You
sail through the skies;
I, no longer the weary traveler.

Till then, My Sun,
silence my mind;
still my heart;
bind me in a never-changing cocoon.

Kiss me.
Hold me.
Take my life into Your hands.
And in return,
I leave for the fading night:
Myself.
My weary mind.

Confession by EllieShea

2012-01-21T16:24:00.003-08:00

What one person may take as a simple question, others may view as something worse. And well, I'm ashamed to admit that I tend to look for the bad in things. I'll quickly blame my own insecurities for it, but I'm coming to a point where I know better. This weekend I was asked a personal question, one that was hard for me to answer and then I was asked why I was at the Dominion. Instead of realizing that the Ladies may have actually been curious about me or getting to know me, I got defensive and felt like I wasn't wanted around. I know better.

The problem is, though, point of view can horrible change a simple question of "What are you doing at Dominion?" into "You're not welcome here." by the wrong mind. I'm actually very sad, for myself, that I felt that way. I've never had any reason to feel anything other than welcomed.

The simple truth is this: I can't explain my sexuality in an eloquent way. Speaking about it in public makes me nervous, because I'm afraid people won't understand, that someone will laugh and poke fun at me. I like boys, and I like girls, but I think they're very different emotions, but the same. I identify as being "mostly straight" or maybe pansexual. The problem is, I'm twenty-one years old and still learning who i am.

Now, I'm mostly straight, but I'm at Dominion, and for some, knowing that I'm a sub, that may not make any sense. I've only ever explored the sexual side of a D/s relationship, and recently, I've decided I want to learn more. I'm lucky enough to be under the protection of a Mistress who wants the same and is willing to help me learn. I only hope I can inspire her and bring her as much happiness as she brings me. When I come to Dominion, I come for the community, the sense of safety, and the knowledge that I feel like I am always walking away learning something new.

Naked by Chattel

2012-01-21T16:24:00.001-08:00

Not many wonder what happen in beast mind, but still, I will tell you a bit about it, and this time about trials.
It is always a very strong experience to stand for trials, while others, males and subs alike often experience this as fun, for a few it is a very moving experience.

Sitting in the cell once again try to plan the shortest path to stand in court when I'm called to avoid being scolded. I know there will be no time and I'll be at the edge of panic and the sim will move so slow. I'll read comments in a delay, hear voice it would take me too long to respond to. and the eyes of so many people following me.

For some reason I'm always the last one in the list of defendants.

"chattel is enjoying the attention too much!"
"this is a reward for him"

Well, it's tough being a beast. Often I can't really tell wether I want something or not. I have to ask for permission every time before I log off. And no matter how tired and to what extend my plans for the next day are on stake - I never know what response I would rather hear. would it be "Fuck off chattel" or, "Shut up loser".

Best if my conflicting desires are not taken into consideration at all. When I'm convinced that nobody me a second thought about what I feel - it does get a bit more hmm.. addicting. Confused? so am I.

So it's easier for everyone when my desires are of no importance at all. I think that's the first thing that is required of me as a Dominion slave and it very natural for me.

However this is a confession, and no one can silence me. so I will talk a bit more about my feelings. The meaning of enjoyment is elusive to me. But that doesn't mean I don't experience a whole range of emotions. The Dominion feels very real to me, this doesn't feel at all like a game. I'm treated very sincerly and that's what makes me so attached to it.

Being brought to trials I know this is not a joke, for others - often yes, but not for me. I hear shouts from the crowd that I know often express the real feelings some Ladies have towards me. I feel inferior, utterly inferior and always blame to be enjoying it all so much.

It's not easy to be naked before the whole crowd, one never gets used to being naked when everyone around is dressed up. It feels very exposed and volunrable. but I have my muscles here so perhaps it's better here than in real life.

Naked, for 4 days, with man boobs bigger than my real life man boobs but the humiliation feels the same. Like in the BDSM clubs I used to frequent a decade ago.

Shame, real shame, to be so ugly, and naked in everyone's face in the courtyard. And again, the catch - if I try to hide myself, I must be seeking attention. If I don't then I must be enjoying this.
How can I express myself properly? With the mixture of feeling I don't even know what I'd like to express.

It is reassuring however, not to be dressed as a proper boy, being dressed normally makes me feel completely lost. Anything else is better, even this.

Being dressed up how I want is also very confusing, what should I wear, how shall I not enforce my fantasies by dressing up in a kinky way without an order. And if I could choose what to wear what would that have been and would that excite me?

It's much easier when everything is decided for me and I'm not even asked if I'm enjoying this. It suites me. I don't enjoy this, I need this. And sincerly I hope that my misery is also pleasing as well as repelling, in a wierd complicated paradox.

The List by Anonymous

2012-01-21T16:23:00.000-08:00

The List

I am a man that visits Second Life. I am a submissive, I need to feel the control, the guidance of a strong female. In the world of SL I met a great Domme, a Woman who’s mind always seems to be one step ahead of me. For the sake of this story let’s call Her Miss Bunny.

I could call Miss Bunny my Mistress once, but i treated Her wrong and lost that privilege. Now Miss Bunny keeps me at Her Second Life place under strict rules, training my obedience, giving me a chance to improve and show Her I i am worthy to serve Her. She never gave me permission to talk to others, I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but still I did. I confided in a female friend, someone Miss Bunny had never met. I told her about how i was being treated, about how Miss Bunny trained me, what She made me do. I breached Miss Bunny’s trust.

Needless to say, when Miss Bunny found out, she was furious. She locked me in a cage, the privileges of speech in any form were taken from me, my screen went black. That wasn’t enough for her, She wanted to make me realize how deep i had breached her trust. She decided to give me a task that would make me focus on my servitude to Her.

“You will make a list of 100 things in SL and RL you can offer me to convince me not to throw you out like the disposable whore you are. “

Of course it had to be a mistake, how could i come up with 100 things to offer Her?

“Since its a long list and i don’t want it to be bullshit you have 48 hours.”

*Holy Shit*, She was serious! i had to come up with a list of 100 things to offer Her. If i failed, She would throw me out. This Domme is the one Person in SL that can give me what I need, that can make me feel what I need as a submissive, I didn’t want that to happen. “Get to work!” were her last words, after that she almost completely ignored me for the duration of the task.

I don’t know what magic Miss Bunny uses, but I am defenseless against Her will. Some say submission is a choice, but when she speaks to me something happens inside, I accept Her rule as a natural fact. She seems to be able to make me feel however she wants. Being reprimanded I felt bad, but from the moment she had given me this task i also started to feel nervous, very, very nervous. i had to complete this list, i had to complete it in time! Never once my mind stopped to rationalize , the list would be the reality i lived in for 48 hours.

What can a slave offer to a Domme? The first few offers were easy; control over SL every function a viewer offers in SL, i relinquished complete control over every function i could come up with. Miss Bunny commented on me not logging in for 18 hours on top of everything else. i had been sleeping, had gone to work, in between i worked on the blog She makes me keep. I knew She would be asleep at the time i worked on my blog, so why log on when i knew i wouldn’t see Her?
Her comment told me i was expected to report to Her in the main place where we meet, SL. It wasn’t about *me* seeing Her, it was about showing Her i was available to Her control, regardless if She would be there or not. i offered different ways of reporting to Her in, my days would start and end acknowledging Her control over me. With it i offered control over how, when and how long i would be allowed in SL. It brought me to around 30 offers, the task seemed undoable.

My computer was running all day. Every waking moment the list was the first thing on my mind. i kept an eye on the clock all day, nervously counting down the hours as i drove myself mad thinking what offers i could make. Slowly, very slowly the list grew. I made offers of how to serve Her, i made offers to give up control, but i made sure the offers stayed within my comfort zone. It brought me to 75 offers… i had to make real sacrifices if i wanted to complete this task, and i did. i had no idea what Miss Bunny would do with the list, if She intended to accept everything i offered. This list would come back to haunt me. For now, the list succeeded in making me focus on servitude and submission to Her.

The list was completed with a few hours to spare, i had made it! I hadn’t failed Her again, i accomplished the task She had set me! Miss Bunny stopped ignoring me again. I apologized to Miss Bunny for treating Her wrong. She asked me to explain in my own words what it was i had done wrong and what i was apologizing for. i felt like a little boy, but inside i had no choice but to obey and i explained. i had learned my lesson, punishment was finally over.

Why would i work nervously on a list for 48 hours? What gave someone the power and the authority to make me do this, to make me feel like i had the past 2 days? I only thought about that *after* i completed the list. From the moment Miss Bunny told me to do this assignment, i had stopped thinking about anything else. i am powerless against Her will.

Miss Bunny hasn’t reviewed the list yet. She is a busy person, i know She also wants to show me that if something is as important to me as “The List”, it doesn’t mean it has to be important to Her. She will decide when it is time to give feedback on the list, not me.

i know the RL and SL offers i had to make will come back to haunt me some day.

The Bar by Adriel

2012-01-21T16:22:00.001-08:00

It was at long day at the end of a long month. No days had been free of work and the stress had been piling up day after day. But this hadn’t been something new. Since graduating from college, he had poured himself into his job. As others were going out, socializing, and enjoying the city, he had invested in his career, building up work experience. But something drew him to deviate from his plan that night and stop to grab a drink.

As he entered the bar, he felt nothing out of the ordinary but it would later be learned that he was noticed from the moment he walked in. He had a seat at the bar and ordered his favorite: whiskey with a little water and ice. He sat listening to the music on the jukebox, “Black Magic Woman” by Santana played in the background as he felt a shoulder brush against his to sit next to him. He turned; finding it odd someone would choose that seat when the bar was virtually empty.
Her eyes were piercing and dark and she was smiling as she looked at him. He smiled back with a hint of uncertainty as she held out her hand. He took it and shook it and they made brief introductions before she nodded at the bartender. He thought but quickly ordered her a drink. She took it without saying a word but took a sip and smiled. She wore a long, black coat cinched around her waist. Knee-high boots adorned her crossed legs and looked imported and expensive as she turned to him, eyes dropping slowly down his form as if just taking him all in, searching for imperfections.

She set her drink down and had a slight smile and stepped off of the stool, telling him that she had better drinks at her house. Picking up her purse, she walked towards the door, stopping briefly as he was hesitating, shooting a look of exasperation. He tossed a handful of bills onto the bar and grabbed his coat, almost running after her.

She told him that they would share his car and as they pulled out, she gave turn by turn directions, almost weaving through the city at random before pulling up to a dark house. She got out and he followed, her attitude almost indifferent to his presence. As she pushed the door open, he followed her inside. She shut the door behind him and pointed to the den.

As he walked in, he felt her hand on his shoulder pushing down as a chair was pulled behind his legs. He sat hard as she tossed her coat off, revealing a beautiful black corset, showing off her phenomenal body. Before he could gather his thoughts, she was on his lap, mouth pressed against his and any questioning vanished. He surrendered into it as her perfect lips pressed against his. As she pulled away he tugged at his arms, he realized they were stuck. He tugged again and looked down. Plastic binding ties had been cinched to his wrists and were attached to each leg of the chair. He tugged harder but the ties only dug into his wrists.
She smirked down a little, wiping her mouth as if to negate the kiss that she used to distract him. He began to ask why before an open-palm slap struck his face. He was stunned, protesting again and not thinking, the slap struck again even harder. His face jerked to the side and his cheek started to burn. He winced hard, thinking better to speak before he felt another slap, directly over his mouth and leaving behind a piece of duct tape. She smiled as she rubbed her fingers across it and trailed them down his neck.

She leaned in closer, next to his hear, biting into his earlobe and whispering, “You have a new job now…”

All In A Days Work by Lady Betwin

2012-01-21T16:21:00.001-08:00

All in a days work

It was a sunny fall day, golden sun light streaming through the trees.
I was home alone and feeling muzzy headed.
Hubby was off to work and I was drooping around the house listless.
There was a ring at the door, I peeked out and saw Tara, the young girl we had hired to clean.
She came once a week to help spruce the place up.
She was planning to go back to college in the spring, and needed the extra money.
I let her in, walked around the house pointing out what needed to be done.
Told her I’d be in the garden.
I walked out back, gathered various implements and knelt by the flower bed.
I had been poking the soil to uproot some Geranium’s to winter over when my cell phone rang.
It was hubby checking on my day.
I told him what I was up to and that Tara was cleaning.
He said good and…was she wearing something skimpy as usual.
I said “What…skimpy…I don’t know, why do you ask?”
He said, haven’t you noticed…she always wears something tight or thin to clean.
I told him I hadn’t noticed, I guess the work makes her hot.
He laughed and said “I’m sure you’re right, though I think she’s hot when she arrives”
“Watch yourself dear, I’m not sure she’s only interested in cleaning our house”
I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about.
He laughed and said not to worry, she was not aggressive…I’d be all right.
We rang off and I continued working…letting my mind drift.
It drifted to Tara…and…I felt something tickling my neck.
I turned, and there she was…cleaning the windows inside.
Stretching up high to reach the top of the tall windows, her breasts pressed up against the lower glass.
All the while, watching me through the glass panes.
I stared back at her.
I felt…hypnotized….I couldn’t look away.
She continued to stare back at me, slowly rubbing on and against the glass.
Pressing her…now I noticed…scanty blouse against the window.
The blouse was white, the window cleaner had wet it…her nipples shadowed thru the material.
No bra obscured them from view.
And…she continued to gaze at me thru the glass…a dreamy look in her eyes.
Much like I’m sure my own had.
I found myself dropping the tools, stripping the gloves from my hands and pushing up from my knees.
I walked slowly toward the house, my eyes on Tara by the windows.
Through the back door and left to the window area.
She still stood there…one arm raised with the cleaning rag in her hand, her eyes on mine.
I walked over to her, she lowered her hand...looked down at the floor and stood very still.
I felt as if I were in a dream, all about us was hazy…there was just the two of us…sharing breath in the warm autumnal light through the glass.
I have never been one to believe in psychic phenomena, but…at that moment I felt I could see into her soul.
I knew her desires, I knew her needs…I knew what she wanted…and needed.
Without words, I reached out and took the cleaning materials from her…set them aside.
I took her hand, turned and led her behind me down the hall.
I did not look back…I knew she would follow.
I opened the door to the downstairs bedroom and led her to the large four poster there.
I turned to her…and whispered to her…”There, lay there”…as I pointed to the bed.
She looked at me…she looked at the bed…and back at me as she heeled off her work shoes.
She crawled up on to the bed…rolled over and lay on her back in the middle looking up at the ceiling.
I turned to a dresser near by, opened a drawer and pulled out three pairs of panty hose.
As I walked back to the bed, I could hear her breathing grow quicker.
I sat gently on the side of the bed, took her hand and wrapped the wrist with the end of one panty hose, and tied it.
I reached over her and threaded the hose through the spindles there and over to the other side of the bed.
I stood and walked around the bed, took the other end of the hose and pulled until her tied hand was raised to the head of the bed.
I then took her other hand, put it up by the other side, at the top of the bed and tied it firmly with that end of the hose.
Her breathing was hoarser now, but she continued to lay still and stare at the ceiling.
I proceeded to use the other two panty hose to pull her legs to the sides and bind them to the bed posts there.
I then leaned over and kissed her softly on the nose, whispered…”Relax, I’ll be back”
As if in a dream I drifted to the dresser…and pulled a fluffy feather from an old boa.
Then to the kitchen, where I plucked a few instruments from drawers.
Lastly to the bath and a variety of…personal items.
Back to the bed, I lay my findings next to her one by one, ands she watched each one with wide eyes.
Sitting next to her, button at a time I opened her thin blouse as I said “I hope you don’t have other plans for the day Tara, you’ll need to work some…over time… here I’m afraid”

The end……

Disobedience by Karma

2012-01-21T16:20:00.001-08:00

Virgin Flight 77 by Lady Sylvie

2012-01-21T16:19:00.001-08:00

Virgin Flight 77
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hey baby
waiting for you
feeling you get closer and closer
my life
happy
how strange
i fly
in a a world of clouds
waiting
every hour of every day
waiting

to feel you
deep
to fall
deep
to blend and lose my shell
my spirit
yes there is definitely something more in us than our skin our mind our organs

sitting
next to a young boy
off to build houses for a week
with 40 people from his church

you are my church
when we are together
it is deep
so very very deep

the feeling of protection
he trust
knowing your clarity
has added so much to my life

i primp
pedicure - omg - the color is not right
but i got to see my pedicurist
its been 10 years
she was so happy - we were close
i felt so at home
i will see her often

you have started me liking myself again
i look in a mirror and say
i'm ok
i can have a photo taken of me
i do not have to worry about a terrible angle
i do not have to worry about a strange face

i am filling
i feel almost there
it takes a little time
you understand this
the filling
deeper and deeper
the becoming yours

i wonder

i dream

what you will feel like
how did you know

how did you know
that was the sort of lover i needed
it must be so obvious

i never had a lover
who wanted that role

sneakers kicked off it's a full flight
bundled in 4 layers to save a few pennies

Scars by Cool

2012-01-21T16:18:00.001-08:00

See this scar?
That was caused by crashing on my bike..
The one on my leg, I had at school.
When I fought Kevin in playground fight.
The cut on my eye was caused by my brother
When i pulled him from the bottom of the pool

The scar on my arm was made by a burn...
By an oven late one night.
Rugby gave me 14 more,
From my shoulders to my knee.
Added together there's 31..
But they're just the ones you see.
My real scars are deeper still,
And some just never heal.
They're caused by me to a Mistress I love.
And Who taught my heart to feel.
Those are the scars that ache and burn.
And never go away.
They never grow duller but increase in their pain,
I live with them each day.
But how less a boy I'd truly be.
Without those hurting scars.
For you see, it would mean I'd never served Her
And that scar would break my heart.

Promises by Jennifer

2012-01-21T16:17:00.003-08:00

What is in a promise, but words fashioned to convey intent?
It can only truly be received on faith.
Somehow contained in that intent is an expression
of reliance on the receiver by the sender,
that the issuer of these words
has it in his or her own best interest
to strive to fulfill the other's expectations,
so set by the former party.

And in a broken promise is the split anatomy of a word,
and as one examines its remains,
its organs are seen to be strewn across the palette,
to be clearly observed without further need for dissection.

All the intent and implications conveyed by these broken words,
that once formed a now-broken promise,
can be seen drifting into the abyss,
now freed from the bonds of their
assimilation into a single impression.

And so, truly a promise may be made of words,
but the represented intimations and notions
can only be held together by its upholding.

For in a broken promise, lies a string of broken words,
from which can be seen the now-mortal concepts,
ill-fit to comprehend the world in which they have been thrust,
suffocating from lack of enclosure.

So in a broken promise, is a writhing sentiment,
sentenced to discreditation
by an ultimately insufficient reliance
on the receiver, by the sender.

Miss Eva's Friends List by Tarquin

2012-01-21T16:17:00.001-08:00

On Miss Eva's friend list.
Oh what fun that would be.
On Miss Eva's friend list.
Her status I would see!

Sometimes, she'd be offline.
Sometimes, she'd be on.
And after she has gone to bed
I'd know that she had gone!

Maybe I'd I-M her,
Just to say hallo!
And she would send a smiley face
And only I would know!

On Miss Eva's friend list.
Oh what fun that would be.
I'd never ever remove her,
But she might remove me!

The Boots by Byron

2012-01-21T16:16:00.001-08:00

The constricting leather hood was peeled roughly from my head, and sensations swamped me.

For an unknown amount of time I had been tied down naked on a barely padded table, blind and gagged as the warm, sharp fingers of the woman had tickled, poked, slapped and punched at me from the darkness.

Now I kneeled, shivering. Facing the wall as instructed, flinching at the slightest sound. She was busily preparing something behind me, but I couldn't care - I was too glad that she couldn't be torturing me in the meantime.

After 30 seconds of silence, which seemed to last forever and gain the pregnant inertia of a circus train full of elephants fucking, the words came:

'Turn, boy'

I did so, eyes cast down and adjusting quickly to the light sources, two flickering candles, matching the height of the stately throne in which she now sat, legs crossed and arms reclining serenely, a resting lioness.

A finger curled, beckoning, and I shuffled to the step, feeling her power focus on me crushingly, as I sank once more to my knees.

Her legs were presented in thigh-high encasements of darkly purple leather, with sensibly chunky zips snaking up, up to the creamy revealed flesh. Her skirt had been raised, simple plain black panties on display, the better to show off her new weapons. Light glinted dully off the soaring heels, describing an arc of devoted submission.

My mouth flooded with drool.

She extended one leg, slowly and powerfully pressing the heavy flat sole onto my chest. I leaned into it, pushing my ribcage against her foot, until she suddenly drew back and I started to fall forward.

With a snarl, and perfect timing, she kicked out, hitting me with the toe of the boot and sending me sprawling painfully as I arched backwards.

"Don't rest against me, boy!"

I returned to a kneeling position in front of her, and the boot once again pressed against my chest.

"Better, now, hold my foot"

The heavy boot dropped suddenly, heel scraping agonisingly against my inner thigh.

"Silly boy, you really need to be faster"

"Yes Mistress"

I lifted her right foot in my hands, cradling the leather and feeling the warm skin and bones of her foot beneath, The leather, new, gave off an intoxicating smell of hot desire.

I ran my fingers up the insole, pushing and feeling her foot respond beneath.

Without being asked, but overcome, I lowered my head, and brushed my cheek against the warm second skin. She responded positively, and I let my tongue dart out, tracing a thin line along the finely stitched seam.

"Kiss them boy"

I looked up, and her gaze had me frozen, locked as surely as any shackle, tighter than any knot.

Pressing my lips together, I raised the very tip of the boot to my face, and continued to look at her as I kissed at it delicately. She sat a little differently in the chair, and I could tell this was now a two way street, that she was taking pleasure in my attentions, and I beamed with pride.

Her other foot had snaked down to my crotch, and was grinding blindly as my engorged penis responded to the sensations.

Seeing my erection, she cooed

"Now I see what you like, you filthy brat... look at you getting hard for my shiny new boots!"

I mumbled in agreement, licking at the smooth, hard curving surface of the instep, pushing my face against the beautiful implements of torture and delight.

The boots, she'd said, were new, freshly arrived from England and bought for her by a distant admirer. I was the first to experience them, as luck would have it, and I was determined to show her how understanding I was of my good fortune.

I thought briefly of the distant sub who had bought the boots, and knew he'd want me to give my all.

From the hard, almost architectural instep, I had arrived at the top of the front of the heel. I lifted my head, still cradling the foot, to study the design.

The leather extended down the back and sides of the heel, tapering to a not-too fine base upon which was a tiny metal plate. It sat flush with the rest of the heel and was secured with a single, bronze nail. Inscriptions of the exclusive London leatherworks from which the boots had come were visible.

She saw my studious appraisal and smiled warmly, shifting her foot so the heel was now level with my mouth.

"Take it, bitch"

My mouth was already open, and I guided the metal tip carefully around my teeth before closing my lips, looking up at her. I tried hard to look like a porn star sucking a cock and she loved it, squirming slightly upon her black throne.

"Oh, yes... good boy, suck it"

Carefully I let her pull the heel out of my mouth then place it back in...

"Watch those teeth, don't scratch the leather!"

I'd already been very careful of that, but was now moreso, as my head bobbed enthusiastically for her.

She pleasured herself like that for a few minutes before slowly withdrawing her legs and standing up, offering her legs for a hug from my kneeling nakedness. I obliged happily.

Time was frozen, stretched, and in the darkness of her dungeon, I sensed I could be trapped forever.

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Seduction Part 1 by Lady Tora

2012-01-21T16:14:00.001-08:00

I have been involved in the lifestyle of BDSM since I was in my early twenties, drawn to the control and power of it. It suited my personality and outlook on life. Thinking that I would probably never marry, going from one long term submissive/lover to another was fine by me; I had better things to do than worry about falling in love or dealing with a man who couldn't be controlled at all times. I really like that the relationship rules were always on my terms and when the terms were no longer being met, I moved on. No heartbreak, no strings, no drama.

Imagine my surprise when I met Jack who not only was pretty vanilla but also a very strong dominant personality on his own. All of the rules I so enjoyed for the last 15 years or so didn't matter with this man. The sparks flew between us the moment we started talking to each other and at that time, I thought it was just sheer, intense sexual attraction. I know people talk about meeting their soul mate but in Jack I met my sexual equal. God that man could make me melt with just a smile. He was open to trying just about anything sexually and instead of trying to control my natural dominance or worse trying to suppress it altogether, he relished it, encouraged it, and enjoyed watching me take control of any situation.

We quickly became inseparatable and spending most of that time being insatiable with each other. Within a few months, we were officially committed to each other but bore no outward evidence of such. No ring, no collar but I was in love for the first time in my life. Slowly I introduced more "kink" to my mostly vanilla Jack since it was an unspoken promise that I would not seek or take on a BDSM relationship outside of our relationship. At first exploring and showing Jack all of the things that made me kinky was exciting and I was happy but soon it became evident that although I loved Jack and everything about our relationship, I needed to have that sense of complete control over someone that I didn't have with Jack.

With that realization and subsequent discussion, our relationship changed. I would seek out and have a BDSM relationship with a completely submissive male but Jack would always be involved somehow; either listening to me talk about the sessions I had or sharing elaborate fantasies that sometimes even included him taking part. I never thought that Jack would ever actually follow through with these fantasies and I should have know better than to never underestimate him.

We were out one night at some party for a charity event tied to the company he worked for. Big fancy hotel ballroom, everyone dressed gorgeously including Jack. As always we were dancing, barely keeping our hands in respectful places for being in public. I would nuzzle his neck, whispering low against his ear about the things I would like to do to him when I get him alone including the things I could do with his neck tie alone. Jack would tease me back about wanting to find a quiet dark corner and not caring about who found us but it was too early for us to sneak off. The other party goers were not drunk enough yet; someone would surely notice and the gossip would start.

As we continued to dance, someone caught my attention from the corner of my eye. A tall, well dressed, much younger man standing on the outskirts of the dance floor, looking bored. He had dark eyes and hair, very tanned skin. He was Spanish, Mexican, or maybe Cuban; hard to figure out from the distance between us but he had a Spanish/Latino background of some sort in his bloodline from the tint of his skin colour. I stared at him, always having a weakness for tall dark men and Jack naturally curious followed my gaze to see what had caught my fancy. He whispered teasingly in my ear about how much I wanted him and all I could do was nod my head in agreement. Jack caught my chin and turned me to look at him; I was pretty sure it was completely obvious how attracted I was to this stranger. My mind was already racing ahead; imagining this young beautiful man naked, tied to my bed while I made him completely mine.

Jack grinned at me as if to say I know what you are thinking and as the music changed to something a little more sexy, turned me in his arms so that I could continue to look at my dark stranger while he pressed his body against my back, nuzzling my hair and ear as his arms encircled my waist. He whispered low against my ear, "Well if you want him so bad, why don't you go try and seduce him." He growled and bit my ear as I gasped, the idea taking root and registering in my brain as Jack rubbed himself against me making it obvious that the idea excited him just as much as it did me.

He turned me back to look at him and held up a room key he produced from his pocket saying that he was going to surprise me later with it. A playful grin danced across his face as he added something about not up for dark corners and wanting a real bed to ravish each other in. He pushed it into my hand and told me to get moving with the idea of getting the handsome boy upstairs. I just stood there looking into his eyes, trying to see if he really was ok with this. He gave me the grin again and simply nodded his head before playfully swatting at my ass and pushing me away. "Go get him." He rumbled just low enough that I could hear but no one else would. It was then I grinned back and grabbed the lapels of his jacket so I could pull him closer to kiss him soundly. I only hesitated once more to whisper a thank you in his ear before I started to make my way through the party goers to where the gorgeous boy was still standing.

I pretended to bump into him and spill my drink in some silly attempt to get his attention. He of course flashed me a brilliant smile that lit up his handsome face and I couldn't help but feel a little weak kneed. My already racing heart beat even louder. I focused on concentrating in trying to seduce him instead of chickening out and going back to Jack. We started to make small talk and he had an accent that indicated he was Spanish. His name was Carlos. A jolt of lust surged through me and I am sure that Carlos was thinking how crazy I was; I was practically swooning. Consciously I ignored looking at Jack even though I was aware of him at all times, watching. Somehow, someway, I manage to convince the beautiful Carlos to dance with me.

As we danced I relaxed, letting my worry about being able to do this not get in the way of me just enjoying this. My instincts kicked in and I became the predator I was. I wanted Carlos and I was going to have him. I openly flirted but discretely rubbed against him as we moved together. I hadn't forgotten not only was Jack still in the room but so were about a handful other people who knew Jack and I as a couple. I am sure if any of them saw me with Carlos, they were wondering where was Jack. It did not take long before Carlos was playing along with my game of seduction and he didn't hesitate for a moment when I suggested we leave and go to my hotel room.

Once safely in the room, I grabbed his neck tie and pulled him roughly against me. I may have been shorter but I was pretty strong for my size. I moved as to kiss him, stopping just short to growl softly, "You are Mine and you will do exactly as I say." He flashed me a pantie wetting grin and nodded his head adding softly, "Ci Senorita." I ordered him to strip but leave the neck tie on. I sat on the end of the bed and watched him, my eyes following his every move. I am sure I was drooling; he was absolutely gorgeous. A fine, dark, young, healthy male. Once he was naked I told him to get on his knees and crawl over to me on the bed. I leaned over and took a hold of his neck tie again, using it like a leash and collar. I had him strip me but if his fingers lingered to long, I growled and slapped his fingers away, sometimes giving the makeshift leash a good tug. By the time I was naked my plans for tying him to the bed were gone. Just looking at him made my skin tingle and all the right parts of me ache.

Using the neck tie and my ever more demanding voice, I directed how he was to touch me, caress me. I moaned as his hands roamed over my body, teasing my breasts, sliding down my stomach, teasing my thighs before brushing my clit and pussy. His mouth soon followed; sucking on my nipples, kissing and teasing my belly before settling between my legs, licking and sucking on clit, poking his tongue in my pussy, drinking the evidence of my lust. He seemed to know exactly what to do to drive me crazy. It was of course at this moment Jack came into the room. I was so lost in the pleasure that Carlos' mouth was causing me that I at first don't notice; moaning and growling loudly, my hands pulling on his hair, my legs wrapped around his shoulders. He was so good at this that it didn't take me very long to cum. It was as I lay there enjoying the post orgasm high that I noticed Jack was there, naked, hard as a rock and grinning at me.

To be continued...

My First Time by Patrick

2012-01-21T16:13:00.001-08:00

my first time using a penis plug.
By Patrick Turquoise

I was with a Lady that liked cock torture along with cbt, well i my self liked cbt and figured there wouldn't be much of a difference, Plus i always like trying new things otherwise how else are you going to know if you find out if you like it or not.. Well i got the penis plugs i bought three of them one small with 3 bumps one bigger with 5 bumps and one that vibrated, i was very interested in trying them, they were all nice and shiny with bumps running up and down. well the day came that they were going to be used, will tell you was a bit nervous being a guy and all not use to things being stuck inside that hole but figured what the heck only live once and life is about trying new things, so i got my nerve up after i was told how to use them i proceeded to follow the instructions. first i lubed it up well and began to screw one in it was the one that was long and had 5 bumps, well let me tell you the sensation that i felt was OMG! the steel and bumps inside my cock felt deliriously wonderful, i finally got it all the way in and my cock became very aroused, i was instructed to edge while the penis plug was in and when i did i thought it felt wonderful going in well all i can say it is a different feeling when i started to edge, i could feel the bumps as my fingers went up and down my cock become very hard as i continued to edge the feeling was sending waves of pleasure through my body. i was told to take the penis plug out. once it was out i had such an empty feeling inside my cock, as i was instructed to edge to cum the tingling still continued even though the plug wasn't in once i came i came hard and it was a most wonderful feeling. after i was done i felt the tingles for most of the rest of the day, well surfice it to say i have found a new kink and isn't it wonderful when you do big smiles.

Tarquin Confesses

2012-01-15T16:52:00.003-08:00

When we met, I had begged her to show me her D/s toys, her dungeon. Looking back, I think she had known all along what I really wanted. When I asked to try out the toys, just for fun, she indulged me with a knowing glance. I was backed up against the pole, and we laughed and joked about it, and then she asked, quite innocently, if I'd like her to lock me down. And she looked me straight in the eye when she said it. It caught me off guard. I blushed, and nodded, trying to pretend that I thought it was all a joke. She smiled at me, but I could tell I was completely transparent to her. She wrapped my hands with leather binders, checking as she tightened them, that I was ok. It was the way she did it, so feminine, so completely understanding, that let me feel I could let my defences down. I was starting to tingle, still clothed, just bound at the wrists, her gentle questioning and reassuring opening up an easy path for me the follow.

"Are you sure you're ok? You want to go on?". More serious now.

I nodded.

"Then we need to remove your clothes, now."

I was happy to do so. She lifted the shirt off me, over my arms and head, and unbuckled my belt. I was embarrased, as she was still fully clothed in her tight, black T-shirt and jeans, and those irresistible heels that I would steal a glance at whenever I could. She pulled hard and yanked the jeans off me, tossing them aside, and roughly yanked down my pants, casting them away too.

"I'm not touching you until you're fully restrained", she whispered. I nodded, turning to look as she fetched more restraints, watching the tight clothes wrapped around the contours of her figure. Returning, she tapped my legs to indicate she wanted me to lie across the bed, face down.

I'd known her years ago, but we were very different then. Our relationship had been passionate, but brief. She wasn't satisfied, and though she reassured me with the usual cliches - "it's not you, it's me", I had always been bothered by the fact that it hadn't worked out, and never understood why. We had travelled together across India, and we had met together out there, smoking hashish with the other visiting Westerners who'd gone out to "find themselves". We'd lost contact, and now, nearly ten years later, here we were.

This time, she was keen to show me her lifestyle, and it had some as a pleasant surprise that when we'd met, by coincidence, as a Domme and a sub. Things made much more sense to both of us now, but she was the one leading, showing the way, and I was the one following.

She fastened me down, wrists and ankles, explaining what she was doing, explaining what she was going to do, softly and gently, but relentlessly.

"Its imperative for me that my boy is gagged when I play" she said, and I nodded as she wrapped the ballgag around me, and buckled it on, the ball pushing deep into my mouth, and now the only way I could communicate was with nods and shakes of the head, and various moans and cries through the restraint. If ever I sounded distressed, she would come around and look me dead on, asking if I wanted to stop, and I would know, as soon as she looked at me, that I wanted to go on and on. She covered me in baby oil, every part. She said that she liked her toys to glisten when she fucked them, that it was pretty and made the feeling more pleasurable. Though I could hardly resist, I silently agreed.

The final, blissful preparation was a collar. Though it was only temporary, she said she would not fuck a boy who did not have her collar on. As the leather strap was bound around my neck, and as she pulled on it and checked that it was properly secure, I felt deeply that I belonged to her, and hated the thought of it being removed. Gradually, over the next hour, I yielded to her completely, as she made me hers, and afterwards I could only wonder again and again why it had taken me so long to find what would make me feel so complete.

Confession by Anonymous

2012-01-15T16:52:00.001-08:00

Anonymous

I log in to SL looking forward to seeing him, but again mine is not on. Although my boy is not on everyday, there is one other boy that logs on daily. I do look forward to seeing him even though he is collared by someone else. I would say she is a friend, but lately over the months I have spent so much time with her boy that I have grown and feel closer to him then ever. He has no idea I feel like this.

She is not on line nearly as much as she use to be due to her first life.
She does know we speak daily, and although I have never told anyone this, I have found an attraction toward this boy and my feelings for him are slowly developing deeper. For now I would call it a crush. This is how they all start and slowly grow into something more. He is such a good boy. Very kind, considerate, loyal, sweet, romantic, loving, lonely gentleman type boy.

We enjoy each others company a lot. We have fun exploring SL together and find places that we can share with our significant others. The companionship we have together fills the empty space our significant others leave. He is Very devoted to his Mistress and I would Never cross the line. Honestly I have fantasized about it, but would Never act on the feelings I have for him, at least not while he wears her collar.

Lately over the last two weeks he hasn't been on line as much, maybe he has noticed that my boy is on line more? I don't know, but for what ever the reason is he has stopped IM'ing me too. It makes me wonder what he is thinking. I miss him a lot.

Yesterday he logged in. It was the first time in two weeks he sent me an IM. He said he hadn't heard from his mistress for a while, and although she logs in and he can see she is on line, he waits anxiously for that IM. When she logs off, he becomes very disappointed. Another day has come and gone and he hears nothing. I can hear it in his voice the sadness, his Loneliness. I just want to take him in my arms and hold him. love him. and tell him I care.

Its not that she doesn't care, Its her RL husband that looks over her shoulder. He doesn't like SL or anything to do with it. she logs in and doesn't even come into Dominion lately.

I know he hasn't seen her in months. They have an understanding and he knows all about her first life. So he continues to wait in hopes that one day, he will be with her again.

she showed up recently not look like her normal self. She sported a whole new avatar and I must admit I was shocked. I snapped a picture to share with him knowing how much he misses her. When I finally saw him 3 days later, I shared it and he laughed and thanked me. He asked when it was taken and took notice immediately of her new Identity.
Imagine that, no clue your Mistress has a new Identity. I often wonder if she has moved on and not said anything to either of us. she has not communicated with him in months. There are ways, you don't have to send IM's but NC work. you can give orders with Note cards too. He still takes care of her land, her animals, her tier.

While he sits waiting for her, My feelings for him continue to grow stronger as I sit, waiting for him with open arms and a collar in my hand.

Anonymous

2012-01-15T16:51:00.003-08:00

A breath of fresh air caressed my face as you breezed into my life
Your heart was in every word you spoke
Your eyes focused on me alone
You were mine
My treasure
My boy
How life teases us
Making us believe we are invincible
That we could touch the moon
And still be home for tea
The jigsaw was complete
And all was right in our world of glass
But there outside the crystal shell
Life started to chip away our own piece of heaven
And you started to slip away from me
I saw you breaking
Torn between me and the unknown
Wanting to venture outside
To who knows where
Wanting to take me with you
I loved you for that
You needed to follow that path
On your own
So I walked with you
Hand in hand
Where the waves crashed on golden sands
And the sky was as blue as your eyes
Where boat of your dreams
Its sails rippling in the wind
Beckoned you
As you walked slowly aboard
I could see you struggle with the load you carried
So I cut the rope
That bound you to me
And watched as you floated over the surf
How could my heart be so heavy
And yet so light at the same time
No words were needed
I knew
You knew
That was all that mattered
As you became just a blur on the horizon
I closed my eyes
Breathed in deeply
Everything was in its place
So I turned and walked slowly home
Alone

Miss Goldilocks And The Three Bare Boys

2012-01-15T16:51:00.001-08:00

Miss Goldilocks and the three bare boys

Miss Goldilocks was skipping through the woods one day when She came upon the home of the three bare boys. She knocked on the door with Her whip (of course) but nobody answered. So doing as all good Dommes would do, She kicked in the door.

Going up stairs, Miss Goldilocks walked into the three bare boys bedroom. Walking in she saw the 3 boys crossed for sleeping. "Hmmm...She walked up to the first boys on the cross, examined it, and said "this cross is too small:. Then She walked over to the second boy on the cross, examined it, and said "this cross is way to big!"....then She walked over to the final boys on the cross...rubbed the sheath of Her whip cross the cross and said "this cross is just right".

Just then the 3 bare boys returned from their frolicing in the woods. Miss Goldilocks met them at the door. On your knees boys! she shouted. The three bare boys quickly complied. She then took them upstairs to the crosses.

Miss Goldilock attached one boy to each cross, all facing forward. Noticing a strap on on the dresser She decided to test it out. Walking over to the first bare boy, now naked and shivering on the cross...She forces the strap on deep inside him...pushing and shoving hard, she exclaims, "this boys ass is too small". Then she moved to the second bare boy. Again she shoves the strap on deep in his ass...it slides right in with no resistance. She shouts...this boys ass is too big!!! Finallly she moves to the third bare boy and fucks his ass till it gets raw.....mmmmm...this ass is just right !!

Turning each of the boys on the crosses, Miss Goldilocks walks up to the first bare boy. Rubbing her whip along the shaft of the boys cock she laughs and says...this boys cock is much to small (ha ha). Then turning to the second boy, she walks up looking the bare boy in the eyes seeing this enormous cock standing straight out. Oh my, she exclaimed, that cock is too big !!!!

Finally She approached the third bare boy, kicking him in the balls and along the shaft of the cock. The boys cock springs to attention with substantail but not overwhelming length and girth. Oh nice, she says....this cock is just right!!!

There after Miss Goldilock and the three bare boys lived happily ever after. Miss Goldilocks learning to live with and deal with the detriments of the two bare boys while enjoying the perfect size of the third.

The end

The Adventure by Anonymous

2012-01-15T16:50:00.005-08:00

First Visit

After a few weeks of chatting in second life with a beautiful, strong Domme, I'm
finally getting the chance to meet up with her. Finally, it's happening :)

I enter a dark dingy lounge where a couple are seated on a couch. They are the
only ones in here and are in the back corner.
I have been ordered not to speak and to obey her orders. She tells me to stand in
front of them and to strip. When I am completely naked she order's me to
close my eyes and stand with my hands by my side. When she has examined
me, she order's me to play with myself until I am erect. Once I am stiff I
am told to stop and put my hands by my sides. I am then allowed to open my
eyes.

The sub ( I assume but never knew she had)
then stands up and walks behind me while she
strips down to stockings and suspender belt. I feel my hands seized and
tied behind me by her subby boy. She sits herself in front of me with
one foot on the couch, her legs wide apart, revealing all she has to
me. She spreads herself so I can see better, I hear the sub start to
undress, the Domme starts to masturbate. Hey I didn't sign up for this!

I am ordered to turn to one side and kneel down. The sub,
naked, stands in front of me and orders me to suck his cock. I reluctantly suck his
cock and lick his balls until he has a huge erection, the Domme continues to
play with herself as she watches and I can hear the squelching sound as she
becomes more aroused. Giggles emitting from her mouth.

A small coffee table is brought and placed in front of me. I am
ordered by her to bend over it. I suddenly feel a sharp pain as a whip is brought
across my buttocks. I know I must not cry out as the sub continues to
whip me. Occasionally he reaches under me to fondle my cock and balls to
mix pleasure with pain. When my cheeks are glowing red, I hear him rustling
some paper as he puts on a condom. I feel his cock between my cheeks as he
enters me, gently at first, then more roughly as he proceeds to give me a
good hard fucking. She laughs.

The Domme starts to moan softly as she watches, the squelching
sounds becoming faster. Just before the sub is about to come, he
withdraws as per her orders and pushes me off the table. I roll onto my back. He roughly
pushes my legs apart as he pulls off the condom. He kneels between my
thighs and starts to bring himself off by hand. As he comes he points
himself at my cock and balls and covers me with his spunk. He milks every
last drop of come over me and then spreads it over my cock and balls so
that my bush is matted with his spunk and my erection glistening with it.

He stands up as his Domme gives a little cry and, moving quickly
from the couch, mounts me. She is hot and very slippery. She fucks me hard
and urgently. Neither of us lasts long. As I spurt long and deep into her,
she milks me with the muscles of her pussy until I am completely drained.

She quickly dismounts and squats over my face and orders me to lick
her clean. I lick and suck her, swallowing my own spunk and her juices,
until she is clean.

She then stands at one side of me, her sub at the other. I am
ordered to close my eyes. I hear the distinctive click and whirl of a
digital camera. The sub puts his foot under me and rolls me over onto
my front. I land at the Domme's feet. My hands are untied, the Domme rolls me
onto my back with her foot. My clothes are thrown in a bundle onto me, I am
ordered to dress and get fuck out.

During the week I see her online and she tells me about the picture she took and that
I will do all she says or she will show them to all my work people.

Come over Friday to this address slut fuck boy she says, where having a womans night party.

What choice do I have?

Cyanide Child by Lady Sylvie

2012-01-15T16:50:00.003-08:00

Cyanide Child

______________________________________

Hey Cyanide Child,

Who will you take tonight?

Will it be the one with the sweet-boy-grin and the devil-in-his-eye
or the other one
with the amazingly
soft and gentle...

handshake
(that took you by surprise - he being such a tall man.)

Wondering what it would feel like
if he
touched you...
would you... melt?

Would you?
(like butter in his mouth)

Such a tragic thought honey,
to drown in your own bloodstream.

Magnetic Poetry

2012-01-15T16:50:00.001-08:00

being with you at times was like being with a virtual poem

a rhythmically hypnotic verbal assemblage

magnetic poetry

yes. it was like magnetic poetry

those that stuck
bewitched me

into epiphany

Blessed Is The UPS

2012-01-15T16:49:00.005-08:00

(note for those who might not know UPS stand for an uninterruptible power supply, also uninterruptible power source, it is an electrical apparatus that provides emergency power to a load when the input power source, typically mains power, fails.)

blessed is the UPS

I float in a psychedelic bubble over paradise
sipping a strawberry smoothie
a little high
and smiling

wondering if the universe casts a shadow....
I wait
amused and thinking about you

feeling your affection even as I curse you
for putting me through this lesson

there is a strength in your presence
and an irresistible ease

I sense a storm brewing
hot humid and heady
the barometer dropping and i am falling
into a vulnerable space
my mind alive and restless
distant thunder announces your arrival

the deluge and
anticipation having
primed my soul
I swear it is some sort of mind control

you take me in hand and
bathe me with your benediction
the lights flicker, a dark velvety silence engulfs me
my heart sinks until I see

that the glow of our world remains

Six Walls Of Manipulation

2012-01-15T16:49:00.003-08:00

Six Walls of Manipulation

____________________________________________

1.

The delivery

ominous, shiny white

the shadow man

sitting

listening

always with you

haunting

listening – watching - following

delivering your box board by board

-it has been a long wearing summer

now it is the fall

silently assembled

the box has become a part of you

____________________________________________

2.

wakening in a box

fists fighting - kicking and screaming

wounded and bruised

you exist

several years pass

and you exist

like pins and needles

your soul has fallen asleep

____________________________________________

3.

I remember how beautiful it was

cold and silent

so many stars

an ungodly undulating alien rainbow

a veil of green

eerie

it really was the beginning of the end

remember that shooting star

the first night?

it was a part of the conspiracy - a wink from the cosmos

-at least that is my theory

____________________________________________

4.

That perfect day...

it was the beauty - you must understand - that I could not bear

no longer channel

saturating my psyche

too much for one moment

or two

a tsunami of sensitivity

a straight edged razor of soft waving green grass

so plentiful - and deadly

like the beautiful hurt of staring at the sun

looking for blinding answers

learning that if you watch it too closely

eventually

it no longer shows up with the dawn

____________________________________________

5.

Crunching snow

dawn

ducking as I release the Four Geese of the Apocalypse

flying over my head happy
having just discovered their wings

my silly sentinels

misdirected instinct calling them

beckoning them

s p l a s h

full speed landing in a plastic child's wading pool

Fingers numb having chipped away the ice,

coaxing the water through a partially frozen hose

it would probably be our last swim of the year

____________________________________________

6.

Close your eyes Orpheus

stop measuring the dawn

ignore the skies

as big as the universe

cloudscapes; mountains of the almighty

blinding sundogs and SOHO

you cannot capture God on a digital camera

I really want to go home

~Eurydice

____________________________________________

Confession by Anonymous

2012-01-15T16:49:00.001-08:00

Her first few days at the Dominion were over whelming as she looked around at all the beautiful strong women. The growing feeling in the pit of her stomach of the strength she so desires as she has finally found a place where she might belong.

She is an observer, one that takes in her surroundings, learns from them then decides her direction.

Each Mistress different, unique in their ability to tend to their sub. Some have a desire to care for one while others able to successfully care for many. Each sub with a desire to be worthy to pleasure their Mistress in her special way.

Her desire grows stronger to learn from these women, seasoned women with the same passion as hers. Watching their each interaction with their sub, how they speak to them, how respectful the sub is to their Mistress. She continues to watch and learn and attend every session of knowledges provided by these Mistress's

As her confidence grew she began to seek her own sub. Second Life forum so different then the way she practices in her Real life. The power of words that once carried little meaning now separate pure dominance vs weakness. Simple task become tremendous acts put forth to show a subs desire to please his Mistress. Enjoying the hunt for the perfect sub, however tedious of a task it appeared, she found a special boy that seem to meet her needs. His quiet demeanor tender, his respect and obedience toward her was something she didn't expect to feel in this forum. His wit, charm and humbleness pleasing to her in every way.

She now looks at her new life and how it has changed with a satisfied smile on her face. She looks around the room thankful to the women at the Dominion for their guidance, mentoring and friendships.
......... .. she is home.

Sighs by Anonymous

2012-01-15T16:48:00.005-08:00

Filthy Whore by Anonymous

2012-01-15T16:48:00.003-08:00

The arrangements were made in advance, SSC , RACK and a couple other acronyms come to mind. We've known each other a long time, you tell me I'm the only one you can trust to understand. I'm the only one you can run to, I've never let you down. I almost believe you.

The heels of my boots sound hollow as I enter the alley, it's dark but midnight tends to come around that way. Squinting my eyes I see you in the corner, I can almost smell how nervous you are and it makes me smile. I walk towards you wearing my best poker face, my hand reaching into my purse for the undies I had helpfully removed and pocketed away. You see me and open your mouth to say hello, but it ends up muffled and choked as I cram my undies in your mouth and tell you, "Shut up whore."

I wrap one hand around your throat and squeeze, your eyes widen and your chest starts to rise and fall rapidly. Reaching down I squeeze your crotch hard and growl into your ear, "Have you got something worth playing with tonight whore?"

I order you to unzip your jeans, and smirk watching your hands shake. I then order you to take out your cock and start stroking it, of course you obey. I tighten my grip on your neck. I force you to look into my eyes, your hand moving faster and faster, your cock hard and throbbing. You try to look away but I squeeze your neck tighter and cut off your breathe, only loosening when your eyes return to mine. I lick my lips, my own excitement growing, my whisper barely audible in the night air, " I'll let go when you do whore".

Of course you come, and like a good boy you cover my boots with it. I don't even look, at this point I take your obedience for granted. I let go of you and back up, looking at you critically. Your face flushed, your cock semi erect and your eyes pleading. You stay silent, waiting for me to give you approval, I make you wait, I enjoy it. I enjoy feeling your desperation, the way your eyes travel down to my cum covered boots then back up to my face. Pulling the undies out of your mouth with one hand, the other pointing down I simply nod yes.

You drop to your knees and immediately your tongue gets to work, licking my boots clean. Your such a filthy little whore, but I like you just the same.

Man Candy by Lady Kaylee

2012-01-15T16:48:00.001-08:00

Man Candy (haiku) by KayLeeJewel

Yes, My Mistress, Yes
The boy moans and pleads, "Mistress."
Deny him, deny

Ice by Anonymous

2012-01-15T16:47:00.003-08:00

Ice by a Submissive

In the sense of technicalities this was not our first time to play. This wasn’t the first time you’ve heard soft moans escape my lips and wanton whimpers leave my mouth. But it is the first time it’s had meaning. My first play on my very first night at The Dominion you were there. I was welcomed into the fold along with a few others. I had never done anything like this before, but there was something about the Lady that I would not say no to when she requested the ice. I can recall walking down the stairs and wondering at my actions as a filled the glass. As I returned I decided I would just go with whatever would happen, I had come to explore and to be honest the ice intrigued me. It was all about the tease, the ice stirring over my skin coming close but not too close. And then it was a game, all rubbing and numbers, thrusts and attention to tone. The competitor in me wanted to stay in rhythm with the others, wanted my pleasure to equal their own.

My apologies Miss for being too distracted to remember whenst you came in, the courtyard had been pretty empty to this point, but when I saw you had entered I was tempted to stop. It was only a while before that we had met, but you were something special and I was instantly shy. I felt my face flush and not because of what my fingertips were doing to myself, but because you were there. I continued to listen to the Lady and when comments were passed about the sounds emitting from my satisfactions I blushed. When I had cum for the third time and thought I was finished, you spoke then, saying how this was the perfect time to continue because I would be so sensitive then, how even the slightest touches would bring me close. I was passed from the Lady to you Miss.

This time however, is different. There is no courtyard and there is no buffer of people between us. It is you, the ice and I. You tell me to take a cube from the glass and trace it over my skin. It’s summer and the breeze is high, making the drips from the ice that much more colder. Over my collar bone you say, between my breast you say, circle your nipples and hold it over them you say. My chest heaves with my shallow breathes, first from the cold then from the excitement. I listen to you on the edge on my seat, awaiting your next command. A Game? Hold the ice over my delicate skin till I answer three right? Questions for school children come and go and all the while my mind is focusing on my nipples, the sting of the ice, the dull ache from the cold, each drip trailing down my tummy to the spot between my legs that’s on fire.

Some how I pass your test and you tell me to trail the ice past my stomach and down my inner thighs. They tremble not from the biting cold, but from the excitement of the proximity of the ice to my cunt. I listen as you tell me to trace the outer lips, urging me to move slowly, you say slower then that when a moan escapes my throat. My heat quickly melts the ice then and you tell me to fetch two new cubes. You tell me to slip on inside myself and to rub my clit with the other. I pull in a sharp breath as I push the cube deeply inside myself, the exhale becoming a loud lustful moan. With the other cube I begin to rubs and tease my clit, listening as you tell me to move my fingers faster then slower building the sensations one on top of the other as they rise within me. My breathing is quick and you can hear my ragged breath, my parched lips. You give me a choice, water from the glass or would I like to continue to play? You already know that answer and it’s why you asked, you know how close I am, how much I want to cum for you.

I choose and we continue to play and you know when it’s starts to become to much, you tell me to sip the water then, breaking my need to cum for an instant before telling me to continue and to ask when ready. It doesn’t take me long before I’m begging, till I’m pleading in your ear for release. I ask to cum for you, I tell you that I’m on that edge and with your command you push me over.

Cum for me.

I feel my body tense and curl in on itself, the cry escaping my throat. I hear your murmured words as I come down, the caress of your hushed soothings. Then I place the condensation covered glass of ice water against my throbbing clit, just as you say.

The First Time by Anonymous

2012-01-15T16:47:00.001-08:00

The First Time

The Lady who owned me at the time had no interest in training me Herself.

A smart and successful Business Woman She hired Professionals to break

and remold me to Her whim and she had a whim of iron.

i was in training over a course of several years. i would take off of work..
i worked for Her. and drive to my trainings..Carrying a sealed envelope with

my Owners instructions ( so i guessed). and after training i would take back

a report. sometimes.. often times, pinned with a pink baby pin to my shirt

front.. i was never allowed to touch it and only my Owner could could take

it off/ Sometimes she kept me waiting in Her outer office and i used

pretending to read magazines to cover it up. read a lot of Vogue and

Good house keeping back in those days..!

So this beautiful Spring day i reported to my Trainer's condo. Hunched

over to hide the Lavender colored envelope pinned to my shirt. and make

certain that the metal, padlocked collar, concealed by my button-up shirt, did

not peep out.

i was let in and after the door was closed i knelt and waited . My trainer

unpinned the envelope and told me to get Her a soft drink, returning to Her

studio on the second floor while i washed my hands and fixed her favorite

beverage., placing it on a Dolley on a silver tray and and padding back

up the narrow , carpeted staircase, kneeling at the door and knee walking to

where She sat in a plush Chair. i raised the tray up to where She could

take the the drink with easy and felt it lifted from the tray and after a pause

put down again.

i stayed in my subservient kneel till She had finished the drink. She then

dismissed me for the moment telling me that i could get myself a drink

and adding the word, " marble". Moving the tray out of the way i bent and

placed a soft kiss of thanks on her White booted foot, as i had been

trained to do. I backed out of the room and rose to my feet. No words but

Her's had been spoken in the time that i knelt there.

After making certain that all was properly cleaned ant put away. I got a drink

for myself. Going to the steel bowl of tepid water that was set aside in a

kitchen corner for my use. I knelt, shoving my head down and lapping up

the water with a great thirst. When i had done i left it as is. i was only

allowed to refill it when it was empty. which frequently left me either thirsty

or with a protesting bladder, as bathroom privileges had to be begged

for, and were not always granted.. for reasons that later in my training i

came to understand the point of.

Going to the downstairs chest of Evil toys, i got out a scarp of rose colored

silk and took the marble out of it's folds.. putting the silk neatly back i

closed the brass hinged, teakwood box and crawled to a wall where and

"X" mark was penicled lightly into the vanilla colored surface.
with care, holding the smooth surfaced marble between thumb and

forefinger, i placed it centered on the mark..leaned forward and held it n

place while i removed my hand and knelt with both hands behind my back,
holding the marble in place with just my nose.

This was even more difficult as the mark had been placed deliberately high

and i had to tilt my head severely to keep it in place and not fall . i had been

told should that ever happen that i would get the worst beating of my life.

Actually this time was not as hard as some as on occasions the marble was

coated with Castor oil, making it slippery and awful smelling, not to mention

the hideous taste when i had to clean both marble and wall with my tounge,

after i was done.

I knelt, legs cramping and sweat pouring down, getting into my eyes and

making me blink, not daring to move and hardly daring to breath. The pain

crawled like a crab up my legs as they knotted into cramps and the breath

rasped into my now dry throat. i seemed to kneel there for an hour..an d

was happy to hear the tread of feet coming down the steps. and then

deflated as they passed me by and when into the downstairs bathroom.
I stifled a groan as i heard the water running and knew that i would be here

till She finished .

When at last i was released it was all i could do to crawl om my belly,

pulling my legs across the floor and replacing the marble. i was allowed to
kneed live back into my legs. more or less stoically enduring the stabbing

pins and needles of returning circulation. I was allow to drink. and lapped

the bowl dry.. then ordered into the bathroom and make use of it.

When everything was ready W/we went out the back door to the parking

lot, myself walking a bit Frankensteinly as i lurch forward on sill stiff legs

and folding into the tiny driver's seat. she had me drive Her to a nearby

house where she keep a larger scale and more fully equipped dungeon.

There we were met by her Raven haired assistant. the two of them put me

into a short hemmed, frilly pink dress, rumba panties, a blonde wig and lacy

top socks and black slippers.. i was sent down to the Dungeon to wait...

What followed was the most shattering experience of my life in BDSM. one

that destroyed me and made me realize that i was a slave.

Between the two of Them i was but into an arm Binder that pinioned my arms

way up behind my back. a short chain was clipped onto the leashing ring

of my collar and i was pushed over a horse. short hem flipped up and frilly

panties pulled down.

Using strap ons and dildos they took me again and again up by virgin ass.
and what was worse was the cruel and mocking words that They both used

to flay my ego. On and on it went and i wept and begged and plead like i

had never done before.. hots tears falling from my eyes.lips trembling and

genuine fear in my voice..

it is something that i think i can never forget..

The Awakening by Gia

2012-01-15T16:46:00.003-08:00

The Awakening

Her love of gardening has gone beyond the soils of the earth. She’s planted a seed within my chest; it’s sprouting with me, the roots are latching onto my innards and entangling themselves throughout my ribcage. Relentless.

Her presence is always there within me and it grows daily. She’s the sun and water that help the bud begin to thrive. Although I don’t actively see her, I feel her and hear her voice, which is causing the bloom to flourish.

My chest is splintering apart, exposing the beginning product of what she’s implanted. This progression is agonizing, but I know it will be worth it in the end.

... And I wonder if she knows, that her inspiration has turned into my salvation.

Phantasm by Lady Siofra

2012-01-15T16:46:00.001-08:00

Phantasm

I feel you near me
only a finger tip away
but I cannot see you
am I suddenly blind
or are you a phantasm

Did I dream your touch?
It can not be
for the sent of you still lingers
caressing my thoughts
making me shiver

I can still remember those eyes
blue and endless as the sky
pleading with me as we moved
bodies entwined as one being
a graceful breeze

When I lick my lips
the taste of vanilla
and the feel of your chap-stick.
The sweetest dessert
one I can not stop sneaking

So real so fresh
but you are not here
how did I loose you
so that I am haunted
by the memory of once was

Why I Was Away by Bozzer

2012-01-07T16:19:00.003-08:00

Bozzer was recently on trial for being absent from The Dominion. Part of his sentence, was to write about why he was away.

The reason for my absence by Bozzer

After attending the Dominion on a regular basis for several months, talking on voice and trying to entertain the Ladies, I received a warning from Miss Eva for getting too cocky and going over the top. She told me to shut up and said she was getting fed up with hearing my voice. This I did and thought reverting to typing would resolve the situation. I felt most saddened that I had upset Miss Eva to the point were I thought she would boot me.

A few weeks after this, I turned up on a Thursday evening. I must confess to being a bit of an attention whore, which quite rightly got me arrested. Then was my trial, Miss Destiny had no charge for me so opened it up to the floor. The speed and veracity in which the accusations came in was some what of a wakeup call for me. At the time I was having a bit of a hard time at in RL, so getting hit quite hard during the trial, made me very sad and I lost interest in the proceedings. I know I should not have taken it to heart and I can now see it wasn’t meant that way, but I was in a very low place to start with. The punishment which was dished out was fair and within my limits, so I was happy to accept them.

One of the punishments was to be locked in the dungeon. As I have spent much time in prisons on SL, 3 days wouldn’t be too hard for me. Unfortunately there was an event going on in the court yard which looked like it would be fun. I had already been told to keep quiet and so was feeling very alone and sad.

Because of this I spoke to Miss Destiny and told her how hard I had found her punishment. We talked it through and agreed I would spend some time away from the Dominion to sort out my RL and to let the dust settle. The last thing I wanted to do was upset the Ladies at the Dominion, but it felt as if I had done just that.

I enjoy the Dominion and the Ladies who attend there. It gives me great pride to think that I may be considered one of the better subs. So when I thought I had lost this status it really hurt and I felt I had nowhere to go. So I thank the Ladies present for listening to this confession and I will work harder to be a proud member of the Dominion.

Viva Las Vegas by Anonymous Domme

2012-01-07T16:19:00.001-08:00

A hot desert wind blows
Roll the windows down
let the heat caress you
Sweat comes out to play, making us clean.
Sweat it all out
The lies
The tears
The way you think everyone looks at you
Shall I be like the Lizard King?
Strip naked and wander gazing at the desert night like a newborn child.
Crawl on all fours peyote coyote
We'll draw cartoons to remember you by.

The Roadrunner streaks by all grease and feathers.
Viva Las Vegas at night, in the morning she shows her age.
But a five dollar steak dinner will cure anything
Why sleep?
Experience it all never wasting a minute on solitude.

The obese New Jersey doll digging the Betty Boop ware
The Geisha in high heels wishing for a cab
The cowboy who wears his 10 gallon like a crown refusing to be assimilated into this pagan carnal wonderland.

I am jealous of his legs as he walks by in 5 inch heels with a small white dog in a Louis Vitton bag.
No one seems ordinary tonight, even the golden arches dance at this party.
Wear your sunglasses and pretend the sun never rose,
but She doesn't like to be ignored when she walks down the stairs in her best party dress.
Lay by the pool, a tall cool drink sweating teardrops
A hot desert wind blows
Roll your top down
Let the heat caress you.

Test Drive by Ashley

2012-01-07T16:18:00.001-08:00

The words were said and i followed the instructions to the letter.

"Put on your pinkies and lipstick babe and come kneel before me"

in my hast to Oby my Miss, I turned to the place in which all my toys were kept.
i searched the bag in which my little bits of make up were and pulled out the lush pink lipstick and i also got my pink floral Brazilian panties from my underwear drawer.

i then proceeded to the mirror where i applied the pink stick to my lips, coating them in a lavish coat of pink, my breathing came at a slightly quicker rate as i looked at my now feminine looking lips.

i turned away from the mirror and began to remove my clothing, my breathing becoming faster as the cold air hit my now naked skin, as i pulled the soft pink cotton panties over my legs, my cock slowly started to become erect,. i pulled the panties up to my crotch, tucking my balls in to the thin crotch of the fabric that was not really enough to hold them in place, i tucked my cock in also as i looked down at my pink toe nails

i was beginning to become very aroused feeling the clamminess of my lips.

my Miss spoke again to give me the instruction to get some clothes pegs and to clip one to each side of the crotch of my knickers and to my ball bag to hold them in place so they didn't fall out as they would of been destined to do.

i clipped the first one on making sure to clip my ball bag also, i could feel the pressure of the clothes pin as it clamped on my skin with a squashing sensation.

i then proceeded to clip the other one on the opposite side, taking the same precautions to include my bag and i got a similar sensation only this time it was more intense as the feeling from both the pegs had combined and i now felt a mild pain in my scrotum.

i said to my Miss " it is done Miss ", she then told me to slowly stroke my cock in the fabric of the pink panties.

i felt like that the wearing of such clothing was wrong as they were not designed for my anatomy but i could not help myself in the fact the i was very turned on by the fact i was wearing them,

"faster and bring yourself to edge but DON'T cum" my Miss said to me.

i was inclined to oblige, and quickened up the pace, my cock was fully erect now and so very stiff, hard with a reddish color and veins protruding, full of blood.
i was there, feeling aroused, a need, impure desires.
with each stroke, my legs were shaking which was making the floorboards vibrate, a tell tale indication that i was playing.

"i am close Miss" i murmured as my pink lips quivered

"Stop" Miss replied and added next time you will ask to stop and you will not stop until i say you can , then you will thank me.

i was allowed a few moments to relax and then Miss said " Get your plug, the big one!" complying with the order i came back with my medium size plug which was the biggest that i had, i had no lube because i had run out.

"push it in your slutty arse" Miss instructed of me, after saying yes Miss i pulled the crotch to the side of my anal passage , spat in my hand and rubbed it around the 2 and a quarter inch diameter of the plug and also rubbed some on my hole.

i placed the plug at the opening of my rectal passage and began to slide it in.

i could feel the stretching of my hole as the large latex plug penetrated my arsehole causing me to moan a little until my arse got to the widest point and pulled the plug all the way in around the egg shape of the plug, i let out a huge gasp as the length of it slide in me.

"it is in Miss " i said to which the reply was "good boy" i grinned as i could hear the pleasure in her voice and i knelt there feeling vulnerable and excited.

Now boy what is your biggest fantasy Miss asked me to which i replied that it was my fantasy to be fucked by Miss with a big strappon.

she told me to fuck my own arse with the plug making sure it came fully out and slide all the way in, i did as Miss requested and began to pull it in and out as she specified and very quickly started to moan as the plug applied pressure to my prostate.

my legs trembled hard and the floor vibrated louder and the thought went through my head, someone is going to hear me, but i was so aroused and turned on i didn't care Miss asked if i had a ruler to which i replied "yes a metal one, Miss"
“PERFECT!” Miss said happily
i was told to get it and to spank my arse with it 3 times to which i had to count the stickes and then after stroke my cock 10 time that i also had to count

"continue this until you reach the edge boy and then tell me and ask to stop"
i commenced on Miss's mark "go"

just as i completed, Miss said i did it wrong and had to start over which i did,
i reached the edge and begged to stop for fear of cumming before i was allowed and thanked Miss for being allowed to stop as Miss had said to do.

"now work the plug boy and stoke too and don't stop, but don't forget to ask to stop"

i nodded and started to ram in and out the plug and stroke at the same time i was trembling , and moaning while knelt before her doing as instructed.
it was not long before i reached the edge again and cried out "please Miss May I Stop"

"yes boy " Miss replied then instructed me to remove the plug and clean up

"you are no-longer allowed to touch your cock" she added “its mine Now”

To My Sub by Anonymous Domme

2012-01-07T16:17:00.001-08:00

Letter to My sub
by Anonymous Domme

To Mine,

It has been over a year ago since you made this avatar for me... for us. At the time I wasn't sure how it would work and truthfully I feared when we began this journey... that it would be little more than an experiment for you.

In the beginning we struggled... it was push and pull and you were conflicted. I thought, sometimes, I would lose the battle for your time. And it felt like a battle in those early days. You told me it was never a competition... that your place had always been with me. But it has never been within my spirit to settle for being less than your first, or less than your all. And in those early days I knew I was not...

And it was not that I competed against another woman... because that might have been easier. But I felt instead I was competing against your entire lifestyle and who you had once been... a whole world that followed you... a whole world that took a claim to you... and how could I compete with that?

I did not want to make you choose. Part of that was fear that you would not choose us... more of it was fear you would... and that you would resent me for making you do it.

And so I waited... I've had a lot of painful waits in my life. But this was the worst. Because, simply, I wanted you and I wanted you as Mine.

I know what it cost you to leave behind your world... you lost your friends, your connections, your power, and your very identity. Slowly over time, you left that life behind... and now it has been 6 months since you last logged in as "him".

I want to thank you for your gift... your submission... and for what you gave up to be with me... to make me the integral part of your identity.

I want to tell you that I treasure your gift... your love, your sacrifice and that I know you still long for that world sometimes. But I'm not sorry you chose us.

I love that you are Mine.

Lesson Learned by Heather

2012-01-07T16:16:00.003-08:00

14:00 - 16:00

I went to the store because I needed to buy stuff for cleaning.
The buses don't drive regularly because of the weather alarm here, so that took me 1 and a half hours. The other half hour I spent being angry at myself and slamming stuff. Now I'm gonna do laundry and clean the bathroom. We went for an hour walk this morning with my brother and I did lots of running with my nieces, my leg is swollen, so I'm not sure how much exercising I can do today.

20:00 - 21:00

Unpacked posters I bought, put them on the wall, feel like a total asshole and I got no one to blame but me.

I have set my alarm for 6 AM and I'm off to bed.

You haven't asked for it but I'm writing it down anyway. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I brought this upon myself. I'm very aware of that. Punishment is working.

06:00 - 08:00

I woke up at 6 am which was early. I folded the laundry from yesterday, had breakfast. I feel pretty stupid for fucking up a day that should have been happy.

17:00 - 19:00

I did my homework. For one and a half hours, then made dinner and ate it. After that I watched a movie. It is not 21:32 and I'm going to bed. I don't know what you want with this writing, whether you'll read it or not but I'm really sorry. When I'm told to do something I need to do it, sleep or no sleep. I'm sorry for disobeying you, these 36 hours are hard on me but I deserved it. and I am really sorry for letting You down Miss.

Tumblr, fetlife, internet it is all not important. Talking to friends however is and it kills me that I can't and I only got me to blame. I've learned my lesson but also know You're the one who decides when it's over Miss.

Honeybee by Anonymous

2012-01-07T16:16:00.001-08:00

I want to be your honey bee and have you be my queen.
I want to cater to your every need and keep you fed and clean.
I want to bring you royal honey made by me for you.
I want to travel over hill and dale in search of sweet pollen.
I want to return to you in the lazy afternoon and dance
and dance my heart out telling you of my day.
I never want to feel your sting or an angry buzz.
I want to play with you among the honeycomb.
I want to communicate with dance and pheromones.
I don't want to be a fat old drone that is fed and fucked
then left to die outside the hive in Winter's chill.
I want to be with you always.
Please let me be your honey bee and let you be my queen.

Found and Lost By Kiko

2012-01-07T16:15:00.003-08:00

Sal Ek droom?"
"Natuurlik. Alle intelligente wesens doen. Niemand weet hoekom. Miskien sal Jy droom van jou Eienaar.."

I was found and taken in by a wonderful Owner when I was 18. I loved Her more than life itself. She named me, "Zoya-Min", which means "My life". She was my life too. She loved me very, very much. She was living with a dangerous person at the time. She was beaten one night. I showed up in the early hours one morning on Her call and helped Her from that, fully ready to fight and die if need be. She got situated with family, while I slept out in a parking garage. She quickly rented an apartment in town. I was with Her every chance I could get. The adjustment took some time to get comfortable to long-term, but it was a temporary hesitation. I loved every second I spent with Her. Through the good times and the bad - there was no other place I wanted to be except at Her side. Of course, there was a person side. Person things and interactions. But most of the time, when we were together, there wasn't. It was, and still is for the most part, a shell for me. As myself, however, at Her side, there was nothing but love, affection, and adoration. An open stream. There was sex, and it was sexual, naturally. And it was an active thing but I don't remember that, really. Not to say it wasn't wonderful, but, it didn't mean anything in the long-run. It was completely supplementary. An expansion. That's not the sort of thing archived in my memories. Although I enjoyed it, very much, that's not what I dream about. That's not what I really remember. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and feeling Her next to me. I remember Her scent, knowing She was close. I remember Her breathing calming me in the silence, and Her warmth. I remember Her touch, holding me close and petting me. I remember Her voice, talking to me, calling me, praising me when I was good, otherwise when I wasn't. I remember Her affection. I remember Her aura, Her mannerisms and quirks. Her inflection and habits. Her love. All Her perfect imperfections. Those are what I remember. Those are what I cherish. Those are what I dream about.. constantly. It burns my soul, tears my heart, and occupies my mind. It brings me to tears.. waking up and knowing She's not there. Hearing silence where Her breathing used to be. Feeling cold absence where Her body used to lay. Smelling nothing where Her scent used to linger. Being alone, where Her presence enveloped me. A longing sets in, to shout to the stars how I feel: How much I love Her, How much I miss Her, that maybe if I am loud enough, She will hear me. Maybe if I am strong enough, She will feel me.

Almost two years rolled by. She enlisted in the Navy, something She had been planning on for a while, and left - cutting almost all ties with everyone She knew in the process.. including me. Something I never saw coming. We had talked about Her joining the Navy: about plans, about how things would change, about me moving with Her. Never once did I suspect anything otherwise. She promised She would always be there, as I would always be that. That She loved me, and would never leave. She promised She would always come back for me. That She would always love me - no matter what. I wrote Her frequently while She was in Basic Training, telling Her how proud I was of Her, and how much I loved Her. I only got one letter in reply: She let me go, saying She had to for a while, but that one day She would call me by my name again once things settled out. It came in the mail on May 28th 2011, just a few days before my birthday.

We communicated a few times after that, once she got to A-School and had more liberties. She told me She had to let me go, because She wanted me to be happy. Because She wasn't able to be there for me. Because She didn't want me "waiting at the door for years" for Her to come back, when I could be happy someplace where I belonged. It didn't bother me, Her in the Navy. I would have waited for eternity. She's what made me happy, and I knew where I belonged - at Her side. I didn't care about any semantics. I didn't 'need' anything outside of Her. I just cared about Her. I loved her: completely and unconditionally.

"But, I'm also really scared, and really afraid."
"I don't want you to be."
"I'm worried, and I don't want to pull down hearing from you with heavy stuff, but I just don't understand what happened. Your letter, and your messages, I just don't understand, and, I don't want to believe any of that, and I just, I don't know how to say it. I don't want to loose you."
"I did and I don't know how to respond to it. Everything I have been told has just made me feel like it needed to be done."
"I don't understand."

We spoke more.

"I don't want you to think that there is anything wrong, it's just something that I can't do. I don't feel like it is right for me to have you waiting at the door for years. I won't be able to have a shore duty for a long time. I won't be able to be there for you like you need. I don't want you to need me. I fucking hate the way this sounds and how it is coming out but I'm not strong enough to do it. It hurts a fuck load to do this, it really does. But I have to let you go. My heart feels like it is ripping into tiny pieces but I have to do it."
"Why? I don't.."
"I want you to have a stable life with an Owner that can be there everyday like you need."
"I don't need that. I don't need that."
"Every good puppy needs that, and you are the best."
"No, no. I' don't. I don't. I don't want any of that if it means this. I don't care about any of that. I love you."
"I love you."
"I love you more than you can imagine."
"I want you happy."
"I would do anything for you don't you understand? I am happy, I am happy with you."
"I do understand. What I want you to do for me is be stong. I can't keep you, it hurts me to know that you are waiting for me when you could have better. Do you understand how much it hurts me?"
"As long as you know what you have to do and what I have to do. For the time being, I am releasing you. It is what I have to do."
"You will be great. Even if the world keeps us apart I know you will be strong. Never fret everything will be okay.. one day I will call you by your name again."

I desperately wanted to be back at Her side where I belonged. Where I was happy. Where I was loved and loved back ten-fold. I wanted to make Her proud of me. She had promised She would come back for me, saying that everything would be alright. But gradually She became more and more distant. Over the course of 7 months I began working on enlisting into Naval or Marines Special Warfare in an effort to get closer to Her. I thought that perhaps something of such magnitude and difficulty would show Her how much She meant to me, and How determined I was. I thought that it would make Her proud of me.

She quietly got engaged, and hammered in a painful finality that in all reality I would never make it back home to Her, no matter how hard I might try, or how far I might go.
She was my world. I would do anything to make things okay again - to go back in time and somehow change the future, or just to be back at Her side once again. But She is gone now, I fear. I wonder if She ever realizes how much She means to me, and how much I loved Her, and still do. I just want Her to be happy, and although it burns through my soul, I know I have to stop and let go if it brings her peace. -But I can't stop myself from going on. I can't stop myself from fighting and trying to get home. It's the only thing I know to do. She is my life. She is "Zoya-Min".

I close my eyes at night, wanting so badly to be able to lay down beside Her again, to curl up against Her and sleep. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense. In my memories collapsed, I think that if people were like rain, then "I was drizzle and She was a hurricane".

Dream Of Reality by Zaira

2012-01-07T16:15:00.001-08:00

“Go to bed, consider sleep.”

As I slipped between the cool, calming, caressing sheets and wriggled down between them I could hear her voice spinning in my head. I could hear the smooth, lingering tones pulling my head to the pillow as I closed my eyes. Words which clung to me as the sheets did. Her words moved around each curve of my body. They lay against me. They warmed and calmed me. Safe. I felt safe.

As I turned over and felt the smooth tease of cotton over my breasts like the palm of her hand I let out a breath. I was aroused. I am always aroused around her. My thoughts tumbled over the events my head. They flowed though the day like a river pounding over the rocks. Even when I am annoyed with her, it arouses me.

My eyes grew heavier as I tried to stay away, I am closer to her awake. My fingertips caressed the screen of my phone which I fell flat as I slept.

She was there. Her arms on mine. Holding me, as her voice moved breath against my ear, controlling my thoughts, entering my dreams. She touches me there, her fingers tease my skin while her aroma fills my being. I know in my dream, that it is a dream. I know I feel excited. I ache to feel her fingers inside me. She drifts over, around me. Floating. Closer then away.

I force my eyes open, partly open. Morning. As my fingers move the sheet closer to my shoulder and pull it tight and sigh. I long for her to be there, to feel her leg against mine as I waken. To feel her lips on my skin. To taste hers.

Yet she is there and I feel her. I pick up my phone and text. She is real. She is the first thought in the morning and the one I fall asleep with. Could she be any less real?

Him by Lady Karyn

2012-01-07T16:14:00.005-08:00

Him

It was a Saturday evening in the Metropolitan city , people were buzzing everywhere, the city lights were glowing over the flat horizon, the wind was mild and the air was cool. I had been out shopping earlier that day when My cell phone rang , from friend of mine.

It was My sweet little dear friend who loved to go out and hear live musical bands playing at the small eclectic clubs through out the college booming scene. She plead with me to go see this new band she found. I thought about it, I didn't have any plans that evening, so I agreed, little did I know I would met “him” that night.

I had done My prepping for the club scene, wearing my thin over the shoulder strapped top. Slipping in My form fitting designer jeans and never did I ever leave my home without wearing a nice pair of heels. I drove over to the small club where my friend had give me the location. Got out of my car, locked the door, walked up to the entrance, paid my fee, walked inside to a wall to wall room full of dancing bodies.

I collected My favorite drink first, then looked for my friend , there she was dancing as she always was, in the front, dead center with full view of the band. I merged between all the dancing bodies. Worked my way over to the table , took a few long sips through the straw, set down my handbag and weaved my way to the front center , and danced.

There I closed My eyes and tuned into the beat of the drums. Feeling the energy of the crowd, the music boasting through my head, I just danced. I didn't care who was around, I didn't care if I bumped into anyone, I didn't even notice how many people had filled the room, I just danced.

After an hour or so of dancing the band took a break. The lights stay dimmed the sound of music lowered to the point where you could now reasonably hear someone talking. I grabbed my sweet friend and went to the table.

As we stood there sipping on our drinks, then, he walked by ,he was the drummer in the band. As he walked by he looked up at me and gave me this wide smile. He has long hair, past his shoulders, thick black curly hair. I have never seen such thick hair before. He stood about 2 inches shorter then me, because I am wearing heels.

I noticed the look with the smile, and stared right back at him , gave a little smile , watched him as though I wear a hungry lion and he is the prey. I watched him walk through the thick crowd, thanking people , smiling , being who he is. When he was done , he walked back over in our direction.

I called over to him in a simple “hey you” he looked at me with that smile, said something along the line of “who me” . I replied “yes I am talking to you” . That is all it took. He came over before he had to play his last set. We talked , we laughed , all the while, never unlocking the eye to eye stare.

When the night ended, and the band stopped playing, we went out for something to eat. Then, the next day we met up at an local coffee shop. We sat outside near the curb, drank our latte's and talked some more. After that we met a few more times. During those few conversations, I had dropped some key words to see if you would notice them, Words like Submissive, fetish, dominate, kinks. I watched his reaction each and every time. I could see him slightly blush, he would shift in his seat, he became distracted.

Until one day, I invited him over to my apartment, there we sat on the sofa, I simply just came right out and told him to get on his knees. He moved ever so quickly , he knew exactly how to kneel . His ass on his heels, his hands folded and claps behind his back, his back straight , his chin down to his chest. Eyes lowered and said very clearly “yes Miss” .

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think , I would find what I was looking for. Three months later he became My submissive boy. A relationship that lasted well over eight years. When the time came and we had to part to go our separate ways , once again, I never in my wildest dreams would of ever of thought, I would be that sad.

I called him on the phone last night, we talked for well over an hour. We laughed and reminisced . Letting him go was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in My life. He may not be able cup his hands gently around my feet in the human form, but I can still feel him in my thoughts. -End-

Changes by Anonymous

2012-01-07T16:14:00.003-08:00

I have never written a confession before so please forgive me if I do not catch the right tone. This is to a lady here who has been a part of me even before i really knew who i was. Her name, I am not sure whether the protocol is to tell or not but I would just like to give you an example of how much she means to me.
The date was May 2010 I had started to explore my submissive tendencies and I had begun to come to the Dominion a few weeks earlier. Indeed I had enjoyed watching the trials and listening to the chat but still not really sure whether I was a true submissive boy or just kinky.
I saw this wonderful Lady come in swirling twirling full of fun dancing in the Dominion. I greeted her as some of the other ladies had shown me how to do. She responded, kindly but with a firmness in her tone. I remember the words i said to her the first words after a good mannered greeting was "you can dance on me anytime". How inappropriate i thought, how poor for a Lady such as this. Thinking about it now i feel ashamed that i could be so crass.
She laughed and we chatted and that next day we spoke on Voice, when she addressed me as Boy my heart nearly stopped, we chatted and chatted about jobs and i told her my real life situation, married been with my wife 12 years no kids and happy just exploring.
Night after night we chatted talked Mistress played with me on voice and on cam and she slowly started to introduce me to this wonderful world. After a few weeks she collared me and it was midsummers eve we stayed up all night just talking and it was a most amazing experience.
From here on in we played on cam and grew closer and closer I felt a change in my expectations from life and an ache when i was unable to serve her.
Slowly but surely and with Mistress' control it was apparent that i was a sub and that she had brought this out in me. The pace quickened we made a blog, used the phone tasks daily all to illustrate her control and my obedience.
One summers evening i was on a course in London we were speaking on the phone and then right out of the blue she ordered me to attend my first ever real life Fem Dom interaction. From there i was invited to a club and I asked my Mistress for permission to go which she granted. She cared for me and protected me her property. I did decline to play with the ladies there based on my Mistresses guidance and her knowledge.
As Mistress was controlling me in my real life too things started to go a little bit haywire. My Father became ill with cancer I started to visit him every evening and most of the weekends and this started to put a strain on my marriage. My wifes Father was also ill and had spent some time in hospital so we were living separate lives. Throughout this time i would always endeavor to keep in touch with my Mistress whether an e mail a call or a message in second life. I felt her presence with me. My Fathers condition deterriorated and he was admitted to a specialist cancer hospital I went daily sometimes with my wife sometimes alone but always with my Mistress in my heart. He was given the last rites and for three weeks he survived by this time i was off work and there just waiting, hoping. The end came and i told my Mistress again she was so complimentary said i had been a very brave boy and good to my mother and my wife. what an amazing lady my Mistress really is she could make anyone feel better.
My wifes father died shortly afterwards it was at this point i spoke to my Mistress and she helped me. I loved my wife she told me to help her care for her and to be there for her at this difficult time. As i did so and we became close again we both realised that we were just different people. the past two years had really taken its toll on our relationship and it was not strong enough.
Amicably we have decided to end it. While my wife still shares the same house for financial reasons we are finished as a couple. I treid to cut myself off from everything to go through things was i really a submissive. Regretably i stayed away from my Mistress i do not know why when she was the one person who had guided me been so strong and kind to me. For that i am truly sorry and although i did want to serve you i thought it best to stay away. A decision i realise is wrong.
So this is my confession about how a wonderful Mistress, Lady and human came into my life. I know she is wonderful as many of you do here. I am now a single submissive hoping to show his Mistress how much she means to him. First though i wanted to tell you all why this Lady makes my heart jump, my head think. Her control courses through my veins. She is truly amazing and from that moment when my knees first hit the grass at the dominion i knew.
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Whatever happens in 2012 and if a submissive boy may have a want it is this. I want my Mistress to be the happiest person alive.
No disguise can long conceal love where it exists, or long feign it where it is lacking'

Her choice her control my obedience.

A Simple Confession by Lady Siofra

2012-01-07T16:14:00.001-08:00

I always reach out for what I want, but a lot of times I do so timidly. Crushing from a distance, because its safe. I know this opening doesn't sound very Domme. However its true. I am a very open person, but ever since I was younger I took my time to build up the guts to approach a girl. I can flirt easily, but at the moment it take to admit my feelings I want to dig into the dirt and hide hoping for the best.

For me flirting has and always been harmless conversation, not commitment of emotions nor desire. I think it is human nature to fear that rejection. I never worry so much with men however. I think it has to do with the fact both girlfriends I have had were the ones to leave me first. Sometimes I do wonder if this affects me and my confidence with female submissive.

I have tried writing this many times trying to think of the write words. Because I have never submitted an anonymous confession. This one was the hardest for me to write, but in writing this it helped me with much introspective thinking. To which I hope it will help me as I journey to find my perfect girl. I use the word perfect loosely. For I think I am drawn to the imperfect ones. The ones who are most alive.

A Painful Goodbye by Anonymous

2012-01-07T16:13:00.001-08:00

Hush now, don't say a word,

Unspoken thoughts, I've already heard

Time has passed and the distance is great.

We can't recover tracks it's too late,

Our love will forever be bonded in time
by the memories we share.

Who could of known just how it would end,
I still love you and will miss you my friend.

This pain is great and hard to hide...
Yet through all the memories, I'll say Goodbye.

Christmas Shopping by Dash

2011-12-17T16:39:00.002-08:00

We've been at the stores for hours. You walk ahead, a few steps. I follow behind.

We a drive at the jewelry store. The bell rings. The woman behind the counter waves as you enter. The counter near the back of the store has the earrings.

I put some of the bags I'm carrying on the floor. You point to a pair near the top of the display case.

"How about these?" I nod, smile.

"And these?"

"Hmm. Those seem like something my grandmother might wear. Those may not be the most flattering on you."

"Then I'll have to go with these. More carats!"

I laugh. You smile.

"Good choice," you continue. "Go ahead, honey, sing the song. Only two more times." The corner of your lip curls.

I sigh. "…two more times."

"Twelve iTunes gift certificates,"

"Eleven imported chocolate bars,"

"Ten designer tops,"

"Nine pairs of socks,"

"Eight visits to the spa,"

"Seven pairs of jeans,"

"Six pairs of shoes,"

You laugh, "That's right, including those sling back pumps you seemed to have a physical reaction to."

"Fffiiivvvvveee new lipsticks,"

"Four bottles of wine…"

You nod, and laugh.

"Three running tees,"

"Two pairs of diamond earrings... That sparkle."

You smile. "Pay the woman."

"Yes Ma'am." I hand over my card. The earrings are given to another clerk to wrap. You step in beside me.

"We've got one more stop, baby. Now we'll get something for YOU." You smack my ass. "You might have to sing a little louder after that. You know how the leather muffles everything."

Blackmailed by Heather

2011-12-17T16:39:00.000-08:00

Two letters. One ignored. The second more threatening. Someone had broken into the house, left a note, they'd been watching, they left clothes and a note, "Be at the hotel, don't be late."

Last paragraph last week

I slipped the blindfold over my head as I sat down on the bed and waited, waited and waited. What seemed like hours probably only took a few minutes. I could hear the soft beep of the door, as it unlocked, opened, and fell in it's lock again. I wanted to rip the blindfold of my head, but was too scared to move. I heard heels. A woman? The clicking stopped a few inches from me and a finger traced down my collarbone as I heard a soft voice speak, "Hello slut."

That voice. Where had I heard that before?

I couldn't place it.

"I am so pleased that you showed up. Even more pleased that you put the blindfold on. I have to be honest, I wasn't expecting that."

I opened my mouth to say something but she was quicker. "Here's the deal. You don't speak unless I ask you a questions. You don't sigh. You don't whine. You'll be quiet as a mouse."

I wondered if I was really listening to her or if I was calculating my escape routes. Why did I do this? I'd prolly end up in some river later, with a rope around my neck and a big bolder attached to the rope. Who was this woman?

I most definitely did not meet her at the bar. I would have remembered someone with a voice like that. Work? I tried to remember every female I had ever worked with, but in my line of job they come and go so quickly, I didn't think it would be her.

Then it hit me. Starbucks. The coffeemaker. Holy hell. "I know you!" I half screamed at her.

"Well, congratulations on your discovery. Though, I thought I'd just tell you that you weren't suppose to speak. You'd be quiet as a mouse. Obviously you cannot follow the simplest of instructions. Perhaps I should gag you."

I brought my hands up to the blindfold to rip it off but once again she was faster than me.

"Oh no you don't. That blindfold stays on until I tell you it comes off." She yanked my hands down, pulled them behind my back and before I knew it I heard the snap of the handcuffs that tied my hands together.

"Relax. I am not going to kill you. I just want to .. have some fun. You really need to be more careful where you leave your keys. You sit there, hours at a time, reading your book. You never noticed I took your keys. It was so easy to get into your house. I was amused you burned my first letter, but be aware that won't happen again, or I might start a little fire in your house. You know, to get even. I'm all about getting even.

My heart was pounding. God, she had one hell of a sexy voice. Focus.

"You see, I want something of you. You can be of great value to me." Her finger traced along my collarbone once again. "But, I'm not going to make it easy on you. You're going to have a job to do. You're going to find me. Obviously I won't be at Starbucks any longer. Never really liked that place."

I wanted to comment, but thought the wiser of it.

"I left you a little present in this room. It should take those handcuffs off. Because I sure as hell ain't gonna do it for you!"

I gulped. What in the world...

"I'll give you one hint. You may out of reach, but you're closer thank you think. I am not even going to ask you if you'll be smart enough to follow my instructions. Your cheeks are flustered, your hear rate went up and I bet, if I'd reach right there.. " Her hands pushed my legs apart followed by fingernails scratching down my upper thigh. "I bet you're wet. But I'll wait. I have time."

I was in shock.

"Now you be a good girl. You have thirty minutes until the cleaning crew is coming up. I'll leave them a nice a message, saying I spilled a drink, broke a glass, I'll come up with something. I bet you don't want them to find you like this."

Panic. I wasn't flustered. Well, I didn't want to be. I wanted to panic.

"We'll see who gets in contact first. Come find me girl. It'll be much easier that way. But remember, I'm watching you. Every little step of the way." She tugged my hair and I heard her walk away. The door. It shut.

I thought about the hint, stood up, tried to balance which isn't easy with your hands tied behind your back and blindfolded. Out of reach .. what could it mean. Then it hit me. My cellphone. I sank to my knees and tried to reach for it when the handcuffs stopped me. Damn it. I fell onto my side, trying to move closer to the edge of the bed, until I felt a tiny metal thing. A hair pin. God. I'd seen it in the movies, but trying it when you're blindfolded and handcuffed is just hard. I pulled the pin apart until it snapped and tried to maneuverer my wrist in the right position. It hurt. I fiddled around until I finally heard the snap of the lock. One down one to go. Which thank fully is a lot easier when you can see what you're doing. The other came of in an instant and I adjusted to the bright light again.

What a mess. How was I suppose to find her? Why would I even want to go find her. My eyes scanned around the room until I saw a little piece of paper. On it were four words.

"Well done. Dock 47."

And I knew exactly why I wanted to find her. She was right. I was wet.

At The Office by Anonymous

2011-12-17T16:38:00.003-08:00

You would have thought, Mistress, that cumming every day for the past 5 days would mean that I was in some way less edgy. Less inclined to get all worked up. Less likely to sit at my desk and rub Your hard erect cock. Work colleagues around, but unable to stop myself. You would think that I would somehow have more control. But I am unable to Mistress. Unable to exercise any control at all, following Your instructions instantly without hesitation, reading Your words and reacting immediately. Sitting at my desk, shivering and shaking, head spinning and reeling, fingers reaching down under the desk, rubbing Your erect member until I can feel it leaking and straining.

Eyes reading the screen hungrily, hoping and begging for You to instruct me how to cum. Wondering if You will allow me to explode, then lick it all up, mind wandering to thoughts of covered toilet seats and floors. Desperate to eat the cum that would shoot from Your cock. Almost fainting when You say that I am allowed.....all over the wall, licking it up....... but first edging twice. Moaning in delight, these thoughts fresh in my mind I cannot help but run to my favourite cubicle.

I stand facing the wall, nervously pulling down my pants and jocks, Your hard erect cock springing free. I cannot help noticing the large wet pre-cum stains on my jocks. I then proceed to stroke myself.

Edging the first time my head full of images and thoughts planted there by Mistress. Pictures of me sucking cock and eating loads and mouthfuls of cum. Thinking of kneeling before a faceless man, a large erect cock before me, glancing at Mistress who nods slowly, smiling. Lips parting slowly as I begin to suck it deep into my hungry mouth. Eyes closing as I stroke myself harder and faster, almost unable to stop as I reach the edge so quickly, suddenly my mind full of reflections of this man's huge cock pounding my face, stopping my stroking and avoiding cumming just as he spurts and squirts ream after ream of cum all over my face, and eyes and mouth, covering me in it, eyes blinking as it stings. Shuddering, returning to the bathroom, knowing that this was only the first edge to be completed.

Beginning to stroke the second time I let my mind wander again. Fantasies and imagination taking me far from the bathroom. Finding myself lying below my Mistress, a face of concentration and a smile of pleasure on Her lips. My eyes widening in fear and apprehension as Her lips part and Her gorgeous voice speaks - "A canvas of skin to paint pain on is such a lovely thing". Losing myself in those words, thrusting my body forward, offering it to Her. Then watching intently as a sharp scalpel appears in Her hand and moves to Your skin, cutting my flesh, slowly and deliberately, not understanding Her intent as She moves the blade across my chest. Only aware of the sharp sensations and the warm flow of blood on my torso. Eyes blinking, head lolling, lost in the sweet caress of pain. Only when Mistress purrs softly do my eyes flutter, staring down at my chest, seeing the carving of the letters. W H O R E etched into my skin, deep dark red blood flowing, seeping down my body. Head jolting back to the bathroom, hand stroking Your cock, almost cumming again as Mistress admires Her handiwork, and whispers in my ear "good whore". Only just managing to stop myself from cumming, but feeling relieved that the last of the edging is complete, knowing now I am able to stroke until I scream.

I then start back plunging my hand up and down the length of Your cock, head full of a glorious combination of both scenarios. Kneeling before a huge cock, sucking it deep within, savouring its' taste, my torso blood smeared, the word "WHORE" screaming in pained red from my chest. Gagging as I am face fucked. Then suddenly from nowhere I am spasming. Your cock suddenly bursting forth. Not aware of what was in my head previously, only focused on a desperation to please Mistress and spray my seed over the cubicle, desperate to do so, then finally filled with the joy of pleasing Mistress as Your cock spurts cum all over the wall. Watching as some runs quickly down the smooth surface before I am able to stop it. Sliding down the wall and dripping onto the floor. Stroking until I am empty, face flushed with exertion. Then quickly beginning to lap at the cum, hungrily dropping to my knees and licking and sucking the sperm from the wall, savouring it all, and then to the floor where it had dripped, using my tongue along the floor to scoop that up also.

Picking myself up, dressing and exiting, shaking and shuddering all over as I made my way back to my desk. Thank You so much Mistress, Your cum licking, dirty, filthy pain whore is so fortunate to be Yours.

Starbuck Sub by Black

2011-12-17T16:38:00.001-08:00

Twas the day of the Trials at Dominion
Druth waited, his turn soon upon him
Her Judgery heard the case and found him guilty
Chief Zarita to set the punishment, what would it be?
A gasp in the court, a sentence to be a cup for a week
The Starbucks av was unveiled, the shape so sleek
Druth “dressed” slowly, the lid leaking steam
His shape slumped at the shame, an awful dream
The week passéd like a month, the butt of jokes
He grinned bravely as his throat chokes
His stirrer waves defiantly, he serves the Ladies
A latte perhaps, sweet with honey from bees
Finally the end is nigh, he strips away the cup
He thanks Lady Zarita and kneels, a coffee ready to sup.

A Limerick to Lady Zarita

There was a Mistress named Lady Zarita
Black wondered how he could meet her
She called for Starbucks
But Druth heard “she fucks”
So she made him bend while she pushed in a fajita

Night Shift by Skai

2011-12-17T16:37:00.003-08:00

Rachel unpinned her shortgown and carefully set it aside. Then she stepped out of her skirts and added them to the neatly folded pile. Next she reached back and loosened her stays, just enough to wiggle out of them without taking the trouble to unlace them. Unlike Miss Sarah, she had no servants to help her dress in the morning.

That left her in her shift and stockings. The shift was thick linen; she cringed a little, wishing she had a light cotton chemise such as Miss Sarah wore. But this, at least, was a perfect night shift; along with the wool stockings and the heavy wool blankets, it would keep her warm even when the fire burned down to coals.

She sighed as she crawled into her bed, wondering why her thoughts constantly strayed to Miss Sarah—why she found herself wondering about her evening toilette and wishing that she had the honor of overseeing it. Was her lady maid just now unlacing her? Was she standing there in that ridiculously thin chemise of hers, twirling her dark hair in her fingers as she stared at herself in the mirror? Were her lips set in that sly, engaging smile of hers?

Rachel had never seen her bestow that smile upon her betrothed. Was it too much to hope that Miss Sarah reserved it just for her? But if so, what did she mean by it? One of Rachel’s hands strayed toward her breast while the other—

No. These thoughts must stop. That smile meant nothing but a tribute to the times when they had played together as children.

Rachel sighed and hugged her night shift closer to her, wishing it were as enticing as Miss Sarah's smile.

Playing Pretend by Jennifer

2011-12-17T16:37:00.001-08:00

“So we begin to see that languages should be neither too small, nor too large,” said the man on the screen. “Perhaps most importantly, they should be written for growth,” he continued, and I listened intently, watching his lips move, laboring to process his words and develop a summary in my head with which to complete my assignment.

My roommate entered the common room, passing me a cheerful greeting; and I was thankful for the momentary break. She stuck her head in the fridge, bending over to peer inside. I watched her absently, my own mind and body in utter disarray.

“I can’t focus...” I muttered to myself as I glanced back at my computer screen. I had been expending a gratuitous amount of energy trying to stay on task, and it very clearly wasn’t working.

I gave into my thoughts, agreeing with myself that there was no way I was going to get any work done right then. I glanced at the clock on the top bar of my screen eagerly, and checked my phone once more. 10:15; no new messages.

I pulled up an idle window in my browser where I had several tabs open, including a blog run by a domestic sub. I scrolled down the list of archives and opened several new tabs from the list, skimming over the posts, lost in my own disorganized thoughts.

I peeked up at the clock again. 10:20. Time was crawling.

I felt a curious sensation of despair. How long could I keep this up? I wasn't used to feeling so damn anxious.

I squirmed a bit, becoming freshly aware of the wetness forming on my compression pants. They were black, with a curved stripe of fuchsia beginning at the knee, running halfway down and around the back of my calves, where the pants ended. I had admired myself in the mirror earlier. These pants really did make my legs and ass look fantastic. It was no wonder she had instructed me to wear them for her, along with a blue and white Under Armour sports bra to fit my 34DD breasts. I had finished the outfit with a simple black camisole, as per her wishes, and I had to say that I looked damn good, with each piece of fabric hugging my athletic figure.

Remembering how she had chosen my outfit for her own viewing pleasure; feeling the fabric of my pants creating light friction against my bare pussy as I moved; feeling anxious to please her with my dutiful execution of her direction; I was completely overcome by anticipation.

My phone dinged as I received a text. “on campus, come downstairs. I don't want to have to wait on you.”

I hopped up instantly off the couch, shutting my screen and leaving my computer on the coffee table. There would be time to put it away later.

I padded eagerly to my room in a half jog. Grabbed my keys, pocketed my phone. Glanced around for my flip-flops, remembering that I had left them in the closet by the door when I had visited my parents over the weekend. No time for socks and shoes. I grabbed the sweatshirt hanging from my office chair, and tossed it on as I flicked the lights off and bolted out of my room.

I raced out the front door of the apartment, grabbing my parking permit off its hook as I went, turning the bolt lock to keep the door from shutting all the way; I half ran, half hopped down four flights of stairs.

Slowing as I reached the door that led to the parking lot behind my building, I pushed it open and glanced around timidly. My heart was racing, my mind a confused jumble of excited thoughts.

I didn’t see her.

I hesitated for a moment before stepping outside onto the raw pavement in my bare feet. It was COLD out. Barely above freezing. But she had warned me not to keep her waiting.

I padded to the edge of the sidewalk, eyes scanning the parking lot for signs of her car. I glanced at the street in time to see her pull in.

She motioned at me impatiently, and I rushed to the passenger side door and let myself in.

She drove forward, turning into the next aisle, looking for a spot.

“Hi!” I said shyly, voice edged with excitement and anxiety.

“Hi,” she returned, pulling into a spot. “Do you have the permit?” she demanded, turning to look at me.

“Mhm!” I nodded enthusiastically and hung the green pass on her rearview mirror.

“Good girl.” she said shortly.

I turned to look at her, my face written in an ambivalent mixture of longing and humble shyness. She looked back at me passively, displaying a hint of teasing faux-inquisitiveness, as if she had no idea what I was thinking.

“Can I kiss you?” I whispered after a long moment, my voice betraying my eagerness.

“No,” she replied curtly, getting out of the car. “Come here,” she summoned. “Carry my things.”

She loaded me up with a suitcase, a jacket, and several grocery bags full of mysterious items; and then took off towards my building, carrying her backpack as she went.

I followed, struggling to catch up. She paused at the outer door and waited impatiently as I fiddled with my keys. My thoughts were racing, and my hands clumsy. Her suitcase fell over as I struggled awkwardly with the key, and she looked at me with disdain.

“Sorry…” I muttered, wincing, and bent over at once to pick it up.

I unlocked the door and held it open for her, and she walked past me into the stairwell.

I followed behind, admiring her ass as she moved up the stairs, unable to contain the huge nervous grin that spread across my face. I looked down at my feet for a moment, worried that she would turn around and see me smiling at her amazing, well-defined ass, but she didn’t, and I looked up again, continuing to enjoy the view as we trekked upward.

She was wearing blue-jean jeggings that hugged her curves and showed her figure nicely. Woven under the belt loops was a plain brown leather belt, held in place by a rectangular bronze buckle. Her pant legs were tucked into matching brown boots, lined with charcoal gray faux-fur. Thin brown straps ran across her boots from side to side at angles. A white knit sweater finished the ensemble.

“You look cute!” I volunteered as we approached my floor.

“Thank you,” she replied smugly over her shoulder.

She paused in the hallway in front of my door as I struggled with her luggage.

“It’s unlocked,” I said helpfully, moving past her to push open the door.

I held it open, and she walked past me purposefully, through the doorway to my bedroom, which was the first room to the right across from the apartment entrance.

I turned the lights on and set her things down gently, luggage on the floor, bags on my bed.

“Megan!” She called excitedly, ignoring me as she ventured into the hallway and knocked on my roommate’s bedroom door.

I followed and stood at her side, bouncing anxiously on the balls of my feet, hands held behind my back in restraint: she hadn’t given me permission to touch her, and I couldn’t ask in front of Megan.

The two of them chatted happily, catching up; and every passing moment further secured a promise to yield a tortuously long conversation.

Suddenly thirsty, and quite unable to keep still, I dashed lightly into my bedroom next door and grabbed the water bottle from the top of my dresser.

Returning a moment later, I first offered the water to Jaime, who drank from it gratefully before returning it to me. I distracted myself by drinking the remaining contents of the bottle.

I grappled with the overwhelming urge to snuggle up against Jaime, imagining that she could pet me absently as she talked. The thought was soothing, but my body responded with an increased yearning to feel her warmth against me; and keeping myself from pursuing my vision was agony.

Finally Megan excused herself from the conversation to resume studying for her upcoming exam, and I happily followed Jaime back to my own room, shutting the door as we entered.

She stopped, turning to face me as she stood in the center of my room, between my bed and bookshelf, the former wedged into the far corner of my room, and the latter positioned about halfway along, and perpendicular to, the opposite wall. It stood between my desk and my keyboard.

I stopped as well, about two inches away from her. I was clearly struggling to maintain the distance.

My hands begged me to grasp hers. My lips were magnetized; I could feel them pulling me towards her own beautifully full lips. My tongue swayed, restless inside my mouth, dying to be reunited with her lips, her tongue, her skin, her ears…

I shook my head, trying to break the reverie.

She maintained her position, eyeing me lightly as an amused smile played across her face.

“Can I kiss you?” I tried again, wide-eyed and hopeful.

“Not yet.” Her smile broadened, enjoying my internal conflict and begging gaze.

***

“Back,” she ordered, her hand pushing me gently, but firmly away.

I stepped back obediently.

She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side, eyeing my body.

“Not bad,” she said, looking me up and down.

She took a half-step forward and ran her hands lightly over my quads, fingers and palms whispering across the smooth fabric of my pants as they approached my inner thighs; lazily drifting, first down, then up; coming teasingly close to my pussy before pulling abruptly away.

I whimpered softly.

She stepped closer, cupping her hands over my hips. She dragged them lavishly over my stomach and breasts as her eyes scanned slowly over my torso.

She groped me casually and rubbed her thumbs over my nipples, which quickly became erect in response.

My pulse quickened, my breaths coming shorter and faster: now barely, but distinctly audible.

“Spin,” she commanded, pulling away. Resting her hand once more on my upper thigh, she let it trail across the fabric, adding “Slowly!” as I turned awkwardly in place for her.

When I was facing away from her, she grabbed my hips firmly, signaling for me to stop.

She repeated her earlier caress, starting on my ass and slowly coming down around my inner thighs, excruciatingly close to my wetness, very purposefully avoiding it.

My thoughts focused on standing still and fighting the devastating urge to arch my back and press myself against her touch, and I gasped as she slapped my ass.

“Okay,” she said suddenly, content with my apparel, and sat down luxuriously on my bed, leaning back and resting lightly on her hands, legs crossed over the side of the mattress.

I turned back to face her, hands fidgeting behind me. The anticipation was almost too much to bear; her chest was forward and out, on display in her current position, taunting me.

I wanted nothing more than to push her backwards, flat onto the bed, and straddle her. I wanted to fill my mouth with the taste of her tongue and her lips, wanted to feel her chest and stomach pressed against mine, wanted to feel her fingers intertwined with my own as her skin kissed every nerve on my body at once.

I had never been so turned on in my life; the desire to serve her wishes filled me, but it swirled violently in my veins as it sparred with wisps of lust and floods of need for her touch.

My eyes fixed greedily on her, and she mocked me with her false innocence: “What?”

“I just…” I began longingly. “I want to kiss you, and…” my voice trailed off as I battled with my fantastic impulses.

“Go on,” she smiled at me, again with a teasing inquisitiveness as she cocked her head to one side.

I tried to form words from my thoughts. I wanted to express to her each individual need that filled me; to enumerate each ounce of passion in its own medium, but as I began to funnel my fervor into concrete means of communication, I felt myself being pushed to the boundary of my self-control; and I knew that to speak would be to succumb to my ravenous inclinations.

I could not let myself lose control.

I shook my head feverishly, trying to banish my desires.

“I can’t think,” I finished weakly, hoping that she would be satisfied with my modest response.

Indeed by Volens

2011-12-17T16:36:00.003-08:00

According to the sentence handed down, a poem with indeed in every verse.

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An Ode to Indeed
~ Poem by Volens
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I feel the need, the need to feed, a need to feed the word Indeed.

It rides the tongue so smooth with speed, with speed does come this word Indeed.

Tis sad to say, to some when heard, this word Indeed, some angst does breed.

And though this seems contrary to nature, Indeed is valid nomenclature.

So if I fail to heed retention, of this word Indeed I've mention,

Please know no insult or rebellious creed, is behind my ample use of Indeed.

It's use does flee from my mouth like a steed, this slippery, slippery word Indeed.

And if I use it to a fault, so much indeed to make You balk,

I do so humbly apologize, and though I indeed do sympathize,

I truly have this need to feed, a need to feed this word Indeed.

Strangely I Am At Peace by Lady Siofra

2011-12-17T16:36:00.001-08:00

Strangely I am at Peace

Cold and chill ache into my bones
Here in the winter Dream
Only the blue frozen trees greet me
I am alone here
strangely I am at peace.

My feet crunch against the snow
the sound reminds me I am here
not in front of the fire
nor curled up by a body
Strangely I am at peace

My finger tip grip to warm
only to find icy air
but they remember the leather
and the faint tugging
Strangely I am at peace

Over the Horizon the sun creeps
seeming to go to hide
much like you do
my one and only
Strangely I am at peace

Not I am here in the center grove
a breath escapes my lips
Floating up into the star filled sky
You art there my north star
Strangely I am at peace

I can not see your face
or even know your name
but I know your out there
Waiting like I am
Strangely I am at peace.

A Christmas Snowflake by Anonymous

2011-12-17T16:35:00.003-08:00

A Christmas Snowflake

The snowflake shuddered as it finally felt complete. It could feel itself grow heavy and begin to lose its grip on its friends around him. It knew the time was near, that its end had come. Soon it would slip into the blinding white depths and be lost as it had watched so many of its friends do before. Its friends grabbed at it tighter, but it shook its head and cried out farewell, filled with fear…it let go. Slowly it fell into the folds of white beneath it. Then faster…and faster… it would have screamed in sheer terror as it hurtled to its unknown fate.

Blind and alone, it saw nothing but the rapid passing of an endless sea of white. The fear it felt continued to rise, causing the crystals to tinkle as they shook. Suddenly the blindness…lifted, and fear suddenly became awe and astonishment. The Snowflake was still falling but now, stretched out before it, was a world of beauty. Colors of all sorts lay stretched out in all directions, glimmering silver stretching along paths, and stretches of green that reached upwards to the snowflake. As the snowflake began to remember it was hurtling downward no matter the beauty it saw, it bent its head to look below it.

Suddenly the wind caught it and its speed slowed. In a moment of curiosity the snowflake had begun a lazy drifting downward. Much to the surprise of the snowflake and much relief to it as well, it could now look about with the eyes of the awakened. All around it the world was vast and beautiful. Far larger than the sea of white it had know for so long. The beauty was so much the snowflake wept at the hand of God in its making.

All its life it had nothing. Just the now long missed friends it hung to till it had to let go. Now at the end it thought, I am given everything. In its voice it cried out thanks for being able to see, before it all ended. Lazily it drifted downward the world coming closer, and it was at peace. The snowflake found new things every time it looked about and continued to be awed at the world. Then below it noticed a scar in the beauty, in its own right the scar was beautiful. Glowing lines of red and gray and black contrasting with the greens and silver, but there were sounds now. Strange sounds of thumping and the snowflake could see new billows of black rise up after each one.

The snowflake watched as it drifted slowly down, it could tell that it was going to hit in the middle of this scar. A bit disappointed it tried to steer itself to a prettier part of the beauty to die in. But then something spoke to the snowflake. It didn’t know who or what, it could barely understand. But suddenly it knew what lay below, it was war and it was terrible. Things were dying in pain, this knowledge made the snowflake shiver again. It now knew what it had to do and changed its course again. Aiming straight for the middle of the scar stretching out closer and closer as the world…yes it was the world it thought… rose up to meet it. The snowflake did not know what it was doing or why. It just felt right.

It could feel the heat of the thumping and could see shapes moving along the now terrible beauty of war below it. It saw small shapes run to a fro, and fall to never move again. It watched hard large shapes spew out flame and heat and could see the multi colored thumping and billows of flame…death…yes death they brought. The snowflake so small and fragile trembled in fear again the crystals tinkled again in its shivers. It lasted but a moment as it felt its purpose grew near.

It was tossed about as it was so close now. It had to fight to stay on course to aim for the point it had chosen. Closer and closer it came as the sounds of the war reached it, as the heat and hot winds tore at it to rip it from its destination. The snowflake could feel as if something was trying to stop it, but on it came. More determined than ever, the snowflake tilted its head and dove down. Through the thumping it came. Through the hot blast of winds, it came. Down it went hurtling toward the world, past the hard shapes that flew through the air, like the sheeting rain of an angry thunderstorm, it came. The world was nothing but this scar now; it could see none of the beauty that had so awed it before. Just before the snowflake dashed itself against the scar of the world, it lifted its head and stopped to drift lazily again.

It knew this was the place it was to be. Its life had passed in mere moments from birth, to falling, to this. It thanked God for its life and purpose and gave itself into God’s care. Slowly it drifted and finally came to rest on a smooth round shape being held by one of the things that had been scurrying around. Its resting place was cold and comforting allowing the snowflake to cling and survive. It looked into the face of this thing and did not see anger or hate, but surprise. The thing looked closer at the snowflake and said something to others. More of the things came over to look at it. The snowflake shook and tinkled softly, a sound of hello.

The sounds had dulled as many gathered around to see the snowflake, which blushed at the attention of these things. Suddenly the snowflake heard its friends. They were all drifting down above him. They cried out in seeing the snowflake. It cried back in welcome and suddenly the air was filled with his friends, all following it to this place. The sounds of war grew silent and the snowflake clasped hands again with some of its friends that came near, it looked around slowly.

The large shapes that sent out death were quiet. The thumping sounds had stopped. All these things that had gazed at it were staring upward, and quickly; the scar was covered in a blanket of white. The snowflake felt the peace it had felt, as it enjoyed the beauty of the world. It held the hands of its friends tighter, as it saw the peace flow from the heavens to the world and saw it spread.
It thought to itself, a miracle this is, the war paused and anger turned to wonder. The things put down their round metal and offered a hand to each other. Then it heard the singing, the things were singing as they lighted little flames to hold in their hands. The snowflake and all its friends joined in with their soft tinkling sounds. The snowflake felt itself grow tired but had no fear. It knew that even the smallest things can do great good and as it passed it knew peace.

Merry Christmas with all my heart, may you be a small snowflake in someone’s life.

Ice Queens Fashion Show by Lady Hanna

2011-12-17T16:35:00.001-08:00

1. Destiny - Son!a

The Dominion boy knelt on the fur rug, transfixed as he watched the absolutely regal Miss Destiny approach in her ice white Son!a gown. The snow storm whispering beyond the tall glass windows only added to the hush that fell over him as She stood there, studying him coolly, disinterested. He dropped his eyes and bowed his head. One of these Ladies would be his Mistress, at the end of this holiday night, and his throat tightened as he imagined what this glittering Lady could intend. He twisted his wrists in their fur-lined cuffs, shifting his arms against his bare back. He watched Her feet as She turned away from him, and, without a word, left him kneeling there alone. Would this woman in her cold white gown select him? Or would another?

2. Joie - Son!a

He raised his eyes to watch the next woman approach. Lady Joie, resplendent in her Son!a dress, positively glittering like the holiday was made for her alone. He shifted in his kneel and stared at Her openly. Lady Joie didn't seem to notice he was there at all. She looked for a long moment at the wicked curve of her fingernails, she glanced down at the decorations of her gown and adjusted one, hiding a pale nipple from his view. And then, with a sideways glance that slid over his kneeling form without a pause, she turned and walked away. His eyes followed her hungrily. He imagined what the long heel of her stiletto would feel like against his lips.

3. Jade - Purple Moon

Another woman was approaching. Who is this vision in crimson and night? Lady Jade, walking with a bored self-assurance in her Purple Moon gown, her eyes looking directly into his own. He kept her gaze, entranced, feeling a flutter in the pit of his stomach as this Lady seemed to smile at him as if she already owned him, as if the weight of her collar was already around his throat. He lifted his chin as if to show her his bare neck, offering, his cheeks aflame even while the winter storm whistled outside. But at that moment, she laughed, she laughed like he was put there for nothing but her amusement. And with a wink over her shoulder at the kneeling boy, she turned, and she sauntered away.

4. Miyani - Purple Moon

One of these Ladies would be his Mistress at the end of the night, and the one walking toward him now made him hold his breath. Lady Miyani wore her luxurious Purple Moon dress as if it were nothing, as if the cool movements of her body were natural to her with or without the lavish adornment of glittering fabric. She seemed to favor him with a hint of a smile, but he could be mistaken. She stopped to examine him and that hint of a smile seemed to fade until her expression was cold as the wind whipping outside. He had no idea how he disappointed her, but he felt that disappointment heavy in his chest, making his breathing hitch and his head bow again. Watching her leave was like watching a light leave the room, and he craved that small smile would be turned on him again one day.

5. Siofra – Sangre Noir

The holiday spirit was flickering low in our Dominion boy as he knelt on the fur rug, waiting for the next Lady to inspect him. Embarrassed, he barely lifted his eyes as Lady Siofra approached in her gorgeous satin and glitter Sangre Noir gown, but she seemed focused on him, he could feel her eyes examining his body. He didn't dare look up as she inspected him impersonally, like he was a pet behind glass, waiting to be selected. And maybe he was. By the time he raised his eyes to look at Lady Siofra in her sleek red and white gown, she was covering a yawn with one delicate hand, and turning away. He watched her go with a helpless feeling, goosebumps racing across his bare back and arms from the cold. Which of these Ladies would select him? When would he know for sure?

6. Karyn – Sangre Noir

He heard the sound of her shoes first, a crisp click of her heels, like icicles cracking. He shivered and watched the old-fashioned Lady Karyn as she walked up to his kneeling body. She tipped her head to one side, smoothing her hand down the rich fabric of her Sangre Noir dress, drawing his attention quite unexpectedly to her curves. She tutted quietly when she saw him staring, and he ripped his eyes back up to her face, but her expression was frosty, her eyebrows raised as if he were the smallest of nuisances. By the time she walked away, the sound of her heels retreating, his heart was beating heavy against his chest and he wasn't sure how he could withstand more scrutiny from these ice-cold women.

7. Bambi – Azul

The storm outside might be getting worse, the snow piling up in drifts, but the Dominion boy was already trapped. Lady Bambi ambled forward to inspect him next, stunning in her dazzling Azul gown. He could barely believe the beauty in each Lady, each one so uniquely appointed, and Lady Bambi was no exception. She burned bright in all that rich, gleaming fabric, but her face was calm as she walked in a full circle around the bound, kneeling boy to take a look at him from every angle. He followed her feet with his eyes, not daring to raise his head, and felt his heart shrink as she walked away without even a pause. His throat felt tight as another rejection seemed to settle across his shoulders.

8. Tora – Azul

Would Lady Tora be this boy's Mistress? He knows she is brilliant in her sumptuous silver and black Azul gown; like the midnight stars above the winter clouds. He yearns to hear her voice, just one word from those slightly frowning lips. He longs to earn a smile from her, when instead she remains aloof, the arch of her eyebrow frosty as the ice crystals on the window panes behind him. He can feel the cold sheeting from the glass, and he can feel the same chill from her disdainful gaze. Something inside his stomach twists and he feels like a worm beneath her magnificence, beneath the weight of her haughty appraisal. He almost begs, then, he almost whispers, "Please…" But Lady Tora is done with him, and walks away.

9. Pamela – Rfyre

When Lady Pamela approaches in her smart and dazzling RFyre suit, the Dominion boy feels hopeful. This woman is smiling, her step is quick and sure, her expression is almost playful. He lifts his face, hoping that this will be the woman who chooses him tonight, who shows him mercy as inspection after inspection passes him by without warmth. But what is this? Lady Pamela pauses in front of him, and her face contorts like she's smelling something terrible. The beautiful Lady lifts her shoe and carefully inspects its bottom, finds it acceptable, and so sniffs over the boy's head instead. He can almost hear her whispered "yech," and his face glows pink with humiliation as she wipes her shoes on the fur rug in front of him, snorts at the kneeling boy, and saunters back the way she came. Perhaps he won't be chosen by Lady Pamela after all.

10. Crissy Viper - RFyre

But then, there is Lady Crissy, splendidly arrayed in her marvelously dark RFyre gown. She seems distracted, then glances down at the boy's spread thighs and widens her eyes. With the sharp toe of her shoe, she nudges between his legs, and the boy whispers a little moan for mercy as she teases him erect. The boy's broad shoulders roll with tension. He can't bring his hands in front of him to cover this embarrassment. The cuffs clink behind his back as a firm reminder. So he suffers, staring up at Lady Crissy with begging eyes, and she, in the holiday spirit of being merry and bright, covers her mouth to stifle a little laugh at the mere party favor the Dominion boy brings to the hostess. She bites her lip and turns away from him, hardly hiding her amusement, and he is forced to watch her go, leaving him alone with his shame.

11. Destiny – Vita's Boudoir

Oh, no, who is this holiday vision in festive gown from Vita's Boudoir? Lady Destiny, back to take a second look at the Dominion boy. Perhaps she's considering him as a gift for a sister. Perhaps she's interested only in learning more about the return policy. She must see that he's hopelessly erect by now, and aching to hide himself, to hide his face, to leave this wintery room. She is unwrapping something from delicate paper. Ah, it's an ornament in the shape of twin pink spheres swirled with silver glitter. She bends down with a rustle and a jingle, and hangs it neatly at the base of the boy's cock, where it dangles against what god gave him. She gives it a quick pat, gifting the boy with balls that he wouldn't have without her help. With a cool smile into his desperate eyes, Lady Destiny turns her back and leaves him there, pining after her, still waiting to know who might select him tonight.

12. Joie - Vita's Boudoir

His heart races when he sees Lady Joie returning, this time in her radiant Vita's Boudoir dress, like a sugarplum fairy in his Christmas Eve fantasy, each silver twinkle making him think of a star's light, and a razor's edge. Maybe she's coming to pick him, after all. Maybe she's chosen him for a Christmas treat. He'd even settle for being her fruit cake, lasting for a month in the dark without going bad. He hopes his anxious optimism is not visible in his face as he opens his mouth to greet her, but she puts a delicate finger to her lips and hushes him. She leans forward and gently affixes a headband to his head. He remains motionless when her hands come so close to his face. He watches her walk away, hopelessly unaware of the reindeer antlers she has left him wearing. When he bows his head, little bells jingle quietly.

13. Jade - Donna Flora

The Dominion boy kneels on the fur rug, mesmerized as he watches Lady Jade approach in her captivating pearl and pink Donna Flora gown. He felt a spark with her earlier, he is positive, he kneels up slightly in anticipation of her announcement, her acceptance. Is that a collar she has in her hands? His face flushes with excitement. He feels his ornaments moving. When he closes his eyes and lifts his chin he is rewarded by Lady Jade's hands fastening something around his neck. He gasps and almost moans with relief. He is chosen. He is going home. But then he hears her heels clicking smartly away, and opens his eyes to watch her go. What is this? His throat wrapped round and round with blinking Christmas lights, one strand dangling down his bare chest and stomach.

14. Miyani - Donna Flora

When he sees Lady Miyani approaching with a rustle of feathers in her moon bright Donna Flora dress, he shifts in his kneel, humiliated to be wearing felt antlers, Christmas lights, and dangling ornaments in front of her radiant, cold beauty. But she eases his worry with her breezy smile, and her cool, pale hands, slipping around and around his body, until he is wrapped snugly in broad red satin ribbon. He sucks in his stomach as she snugs the crimson bow in place just above his merry erection, his little yule log. He gives her a long, pleading look, but he can already tell that Lady Miyani has not chosen him this evening. She is giving him a skeptical smirk over her shoulder as she saunters away.

15. Siofra - Bliss

Then he hears the silken whisper of Lady Siofra returning once again to stand before him in her magnificent Bliss gown. What gift does this woman bring? She opens her palm and shows the boy something nestled there. A small red globe. He groans inwardly, not prepared to be given a red Rudolph nose, but willing to endure it if it means this beautiful Lady will select him. He swallows and closes his eyes as her small hands move past his face to tie the nose into place. But what's this? The bump of the red ball against the boy's lips? It's not a Rudolph nose, stupid boy. It's a ball-gag. And he opens his mouth to keep that cool smile on Lady Siofra's face, and he whimpers as she buckles it snuggly in place. She gives his antler a tweak, and with a swirl of red and white satin, she is gone.

16. Karyn – Bliss

Trussed up in all the Christmas gear, our Dominion boy groans and twists in the cuffs that hold his arms behind his back. He just wants to go home. It doesn't even have to be with one of these icy women, who seem to care not at all for his predicament outside of their games with his body. He's sorry he ever signed up to be the boy at the Ice Queen Fashion Show. And here comes Lady Karyn again, brilliant in her new Bliss gown. She gives the boy a disdainful looking-over before she captures his nipples with competent precision between crimson and white poinsettia nipple clips, dangling with golden chains. These little flowers make the boy's face flush as scarlet as his ribbons and he groans against the rudolph-red ball gag, all of which Lady Karyn, of course, completely ignores.

17. Bambi – Utopia

While the wind whistles through the winter trees, Lady Bambi whistles through her pink painted lips, walking up to the Dominion boy as she tosses something back and forth in her hands. The boy registers that Lady Bambi is a dazzling vision in a pale blue gown from Utopia, but then he sees nothing at all as she secures a black satin blindfold across his eyes. She adjusts his antlers, checks the loop of lights around his throat, and flicks each of his poinsettia nipple clamps, then smirks at the top of his head and walks away, knowing that all he can hear is the fading sound of her heels and the cool hush of her dress sliding against the ground. His body leans forward, yearning for his ordeal to be concluded. If Lady Bambi is not to be his Mistress tonight, who will it be?

18. Tora – Utopia

Could it be Lady Tora? All that bronze satin. She is refined, yet aglow with holiday glamour. But our blindfolded Dominion boy cannot appreciate her glorious gown from Utopia. He listens instead for her slippered feet, to the swish of her skirts, swaying in place as his Christmas collar blinks and his nipples throb. Is she here to claim him, finally? But no, Lady Tora smirks at the mess of holiday gear the boy has become. She strokes his flushed cheek with her cold hand, and then slaps him across the face briskly to add that bright Christmas color. The boy's cock jumps, of course, but she doesn't seem to notice or care. She attends to his other cheek, stroking, and slapping, until he's breathing hard, his jaw aches, and the glowing lights swing and sway against his bare body. Satisfied, she swirls her gown away from his kneeling form. Lady Tora clearly won't be putting him beneath her tree.

19. Pamela – Gizza

The dazzling dark form of Lady Pamela in her spectacular Gizza gown makes the boy lift his head. He recognizes the rustling footsteps but he can't tell which Lady might be returning. Breathing hard in his Christmas entrapments, he waits in anticipatory silence. Lady Pamela's laughter is enough to identify her and he cringes and moans. Her gloved hands are on his chest, sliding something between the ribbons that bind him and his skin. What did she do? He can't tell, but we can see. It's a holiday card, with 10 beautiful signatures. When Pamela forces the card slightly open, a faint treble of music tinkles into the quiet air: "We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas…" The boy shudders and if there's a safeword being mumbled against that wet gag, we'll never know.

20. Crissy – Gizza

Finally, like dawn arriving, the golden glow of Lady Crissy in her lustrous Gizza dress makes the boy shiver in anticipation, while his lights blink and his antlers quiver. He feels Lady Crissy's hands on his shoulders and his anticipation leaps into his throat. But this beautiful woman only turns him around to face the audience, and then, with her hand against the back of his head, forces him to bow it. The antlers wobble and wag as the boy suffers through his silent night. All is calm, all is bright in Lady Crissy's eyes as she puts the finishing touch on the boy's posture. He hears Lady Crissy leaving, the wind whispering through the winter trees outside keeping him poor company as he waits in silence.

Now we see the Ladies returning for their Finale. But our blindfolded boy can only hear them…

Lady Destiny
Lady Joie
Lady Jade
Lady Miyani
Lady Siofra
Lady Karyn
Lady Bambi
Lady Tora
Lady Pamela
Lady Crissy

You can imagine the boy's feelings of nervous anticipation as he waits to see which of these proud women might deign to give him a drop of their holiday cheer. But none of them will allow this boy to drive their sleigh tonight. These remarkable Ladies in their glittering gowns would like to present the boy from the Ice Queen Fashion Show to Dominion's beloved Lady Evangeline Eames. Merry Christmas, Eva! Look what we've put under your tree.

Does our boy cry from fear, from relief? Don't worry, Eva, being an entirely fictional male, he's going to be perfect company throughout the holiday season. Merry Christmas, everyone.

Impromptu Confessions Dec 10

2011-12-10T16:52:00.000-08:00

As the sun sets on the first night of Chanukah, I say the blessing and light the helping candle. But I pause before lighting that first 'official' candle--I pause to add my own silent prayer. And this prayer must stay silent; it's not the sort to share with family! I pray that I will have many more chances to submit to the warm and beautiful woman who seems to know just how to heal my wounds.

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I think She is an amazing Woman and I am enjoying the walk along the path She and I are taking. I would love to be under Her desk, hooded, my arms shacked to the underside of Her desk behind my back, the 'D' ring on my hood also fastened to the underside of Her desk with my face extended forward, the opening of my mouth stationed so that as She slide Her chair under the desk, I am there for Her pleasure.

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There is a boy ... yeah I like him.

Connections come and go, some sneak up and bite you in the butt.... or is that lick you in the butt.

People can assume, question it, gossip about it.

I dont care, it's fun and fulfilling.

Life is getting better and 2012 will be a good year.

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I'd like to take a trip to Londontown

See the lights and tour around

Take a stop at Tarquin's house

See if he's really as quiet as a mouse

I'd poke through his books

To see if he's well read

Or if it's just issues of hustler instead

I'd have him kneel at my feet

And make him ask for more in Dickensian speak

And after his pudding I'd root through his things

For pieces of coal or diamond rings

He says he's not so sub but I'm not so sure

A strict British domme might be the cure.

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I love turning my boys into a mess and having them unable to think straight, prostrate or on their knees and wanting to cum so badly they will do anything for me....

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We haven't known each other that long, and I suppose in truth I know very little about you, but when I'm allowed your attention I often find myself letting my mind wander. I know you know I'm not quite right, but you don't seem to mind that and there's comfort in this. I'd like to take a stroll with you through some wooded place, sharing stories and drinking something warm.

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I just got a gift in the mail. A letter and inside the letter a baggy. I know whats in te baggy a cloth with Mistress sweet and heavenly juice from her beautiful pussy. We played a few days ago and she said if i was good i'll get a surprise and its here. i just opened it a smelled her beautiful scent. mmmmm fuck i love her pussy!

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I have picked up my camera again, this one girl who has always been my muse. I lift it up and look through the lens just to see her body taut against the pine tree. I do have to be quick as it is cold outside and she is only un the layer of lace. "good girl I promise you a nice warm up." of course she cause say proper words being gaged. after taking the photos I walk over to untie her and pull her frigid body into my long coat blindly leading her into the small cabin.....maybe i'll write what happens next in another confession. (not real)

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I'm in love with Miss Eva but I would never ever tell her or show her because she's too wonderful and I'm very UNWONDERFUL so it would be a disaster. But I want her to know that there is at least one person who longs to be near you all the time but would never show it.

I doubt I'm the only one.

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"Mine."

The word drives me wild. I love it. I *crave* it. I live to hear Her say it.

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The Last Candle

The church emptied quickly after Midnight Mass - people were tired and wanted to get a few hours sleep before the kids woke up at the crack of dawn.

I walked slowly around the church, putting out one candle after another, leaving darkness behind me.

Suddenly, as I approached the last remaining candle, I heard a voice from the pew, "hold it right there, boy." The voice was low and measured yet commanding. I froze mid-step, my heart suddenly pounding, having thought I was alone in the church.

I heard footsteps coming up behind me but didn't dare even turn my head to look. Suddenly my hands were yanked behind my back and bound with some sort of rope and I felt a hand push me down, "kneel, boy" came the low whisper in my ear, "you are in church after all".

I knelt.

I watched black, high-heeled boots walk to the last candle and suddenly the light moved behind me and I was utterly blind in the dark.

I felt hands unbutton my pants and pull out my shamefully erect, throbbing cock.

"Do you like candles, boy? A little wax, perhaps?"

I was breathing shallow and quick and could barely squeak out, "y..ye..yes, Ma'am".

The wax fell onto my exposed cock and I prayed as I had never prayed in that church before - a prayer of thanks, a prayer for mercy, all rolled into one.

To be continued.....

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The truth is I wander around the streets at night. The houses around my own twinkle in the surrounding darkness, and I think of Her, as I become memorized by the flicker of them. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought, I shouldn't be thinking of Her in such a way... but I do, I clench my sweater tighter to myself. My breathe now visible from the dropping temperature.

She loves the holidays and I'd love nothing more than to comfort Her during this season of togetherness. I'd make her hot chocolate, accompanied by freshly baked cookies, just for Her.

Perhaps she'll like me more if I were wrapped up like an elaborate Christmas gift, or bound in these festive lights at illuminate these houses around me.

I'll shimmer for Her. The bulbs will keep my flesh warm as well.

It's a nice Christmas wish at least...

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Oh delicious boy with your bag of tricks, meeting me in the hotel for fun and frolics. All these toys and never used one ..... "wow" I say. The voice in my head says "ching ching ching jackpot!" You are very excited ... too excited, I think you are going to cum beore I even get my socks off. Now what to choos what to choose ...ohh hand and ankle cuff.yes yes. Your breathing is laboured as you strip and I chain you up. "Thank you Mistress" you whisper . I search yourbag for more toys ..posture collar ..no .. ooh lube - yes yes and oh lordy lordy a strap on. Soon after you're pinned over a desk as I fuck you harder, your cries of pain and shock .. I think you fucked yourself a lot gentler than I did. You slump to the floor like a wet rag but I'm not finished I want to get off too ...goddamit now I have to show you where my clit is! Yes there there no dont move your fuckin fingers you idiot! That's better mmmmmm.

Of course you fell in love with me .... I had taken your ass virginity but you denied being submissive .. no MIstress I am not submissive you said I dommed youYou heard it here if you know where the clit is you are a dom .... boys will be boys.

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Santa Comes To Town by Benedict

2011-12-10T16:39:00.003-08:00

Who are you calling "ho?"

by miscellaneous sub number 43

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With a grunt and a weary chuckle, Santa stuffs himself into the chimney and zips himself down and out, warping time and space in his festive way.. Before him is a lovely room, with an elegant Christmas tree with presents at its foot. He steps forward to do his work, unslinging the huge bag of non-Euclidean geometry on his shoulder.

Slam.

Santa lands on his face, smashing his red button nose hard into the carpeted floor. He was tripped. Having trouble turning over, he is baffled to see that some kind of rope snare is around his ankles, cinched tight. He ponderously sits up, and takes off his mittens to try to get it off.

Yank.

A tug on his neck pulls Santa back flat onto his back. He is dragged along the floor by his neck, a noose of sturdy rope tied around it. He hears the grunting of a woman, struggling to haul his bulk, and tries to look up to see her, but he can't pivot his head. He is pulled until he is stretched out, the rope on his ankles fastened to some fixed anchor, and the rope on his wrists now pulled taut and tied off at the other end somewhere.

Santa is not afraid, per se. He has seen extremely naughty behavior before, and has had some close calls. But this is new and alarming. He grunts, straining at the ropes, his belly jiggling like a bowl full of jelly. He listens now, but no one is stirring, not even a mouse.

He hears her breathing as she steps into view. A woman in pajamas. Of height, middle build, early middle age. She smiles, but her happy face is not the face of an expectant innocent hoping for a new bike. It is something...different.

"Young lady, I insist that you--"

"Shut up. Do not speak." she says with such finality that he finds himself falling silent, if only to hear what could motivate this woman to speak to him in such a tone.

"Good boy," she purrs, and Santa can feel his face redden with anger.

"Now see--" he begins.

Thwack.

His thigh stings as though cut. She has struck him there with something long and thin that moved to fast to see. The pain is surprising...burning and throbbing and seeming to spread through his whole lower body.

"You will not speak," she informs him. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, but--"

Thwack.

It hurts more this time.

"You will not speak," she repeats, slowly and clearly. "Do you understand?"

Santa nods, cringing a bit, worrying that even that might get him whipped again.

"Good boy," she purrs again. His relief at not getting hit again makes the phrase sound like a thank you, or an apology.

"We have a lot of work to do," the woman explains. "So let's get started. You will address me as Beloved Miss. Say it."

He hesitates.

Thwack.

"Say it."

"Be...beloved Mistress..." he stammers.

"Good boy. This is going to go just fine. Just relax and listen and obey a few simple instructions, and in time you'll find everything falling into place."

Gulp.

Working Late Part1 by Lady Norma

2011-12-10T16:39:00.001-08:00

Working Late Part 1

By: Norma Lisle

She had noticed him for some time now. How he moves, speaks, works hard. His thoughtful gestures like holding the elevator open for people when they were running late and how he stops by the local Starbucks on he’s way into work just because he knows she loves a good chai latte, something that she mentioned only once to him.

She knows that he is devoted to work because it’s nearing 6:30PM on a Friday evening and he like her was still there. They were almost always the last ones to leave every day. This was something she had noticed for a long time now as the view from her large wooden desk allows her to see him. She herself really doesn’t need to work tonight but is finding the view just too tantalizing to go home just yet.

It wasn’t that he was handsome in the conventional sense of the word, but there was something behind the clean cut exterior that she found attractive. Maybe it was his smile or his beautiful dark eyes that were hidden behind the glasses he wore that she liked. Or maybe it was his thick wavy hair that she liked as she had imagined grabbing hold his locks more then once.

All sorts of thoughts are running though her mind, as it has been some time since someone peaked her interest.

Robert, she yells “it looks like it might be only you and me left here tonight.. When are you planning on going home?” he stands up.. And walks to the entry of her office but does not set a foot inside “ I’m not sure Ms.. Its not like I have a reason to run home and the cat has enough food so I don’t have to worry about feeding her” . “Ok then Robert , she responds… how about this then… lets work about another 15 minutes and then you walk me to my car ” Oh sure thing Ms Kensington… sounds like a plan.

Oh how she loved to hear him call her that. It didn’t matter to her that he was her employee or that he was ten years her junior, all she knew is that when he spoke it stirred something in her that had been asleep and it felt good to feel that rush again.

The next fifteen minutes seem to take forever. She wasn’t sure how she should do it but she knew she had to do something. She wrote her home address on the back of her business card along with her personal cell number and put it into her coat pocket hoping that she would know when the time would be right.

On the dot at 6:45pm , he stood up.. put his jacket on. and said.. “ ok Ms , I’m ready if you are” with that she stood as she had been read for a while.

They walked side by side to the elevator as she smiled thinking how she had never really been happy to be on the eightieth floor of this downtown high rise until now. As the doors open she steps inside and leans against the back railing and leaves it to him to press the button to the garage.

Her hand slides into her coat pocket and touches the card when all of a sudden as the doors as the close a voice from no where yells.. “Can you hold that for me” Robert quickly puts his hand out and pushes the doors apart. It was Jack, the evening janitor. He rolls in a trash can , smiles and tells Robert “ Buddy can you press 75 for me “ and then gives them both a smile.. and says “ burning the midnight oil again huh”.. Robert replies for both of them with a simple “Yup” and before she knows it.. Jack say’s thanks again buddy and steps out of the elevator.

Alone again, she thinks, as the doors shut . She closes her eyes and holds onto the card. “Robert, any plans tonight?” No Ms… he says, just planning on picking up some take out and then heading home.. real exciting life I have, right”

She takes a step closer as he stands facing the doors of the elevator , deciding its now of never. Taking a deep breath she places her hands on his biceps and notices that he does not resist..

“ Am I making you feel uncomfortable Robert, she says”.. no Ms not at all.. he replies. She continues to slide her hands down his arms until they are around his wrists and slowly moves them behind his back. Holding them as though he is her prisoner.

She looks up and notices she has about another 45 floors until the doors open again. “Robert” she says, I know you might this this bold but I was wondering if you would be so inclined to stop by my home in lets say about an hour.. I’m having a small party and would like it if you could come by. She then reaches into her pocket and takes her business card out and places it into the palm of his hand and then forces his hand shut. Feeling a bit bold she leans in close to his ear and whispers “stop and get a nice bottle of Clos du Bois Merlot.. Its my favorite” as she speaks every word she utters is like a drug to him and he feels his head start to spin and his heart race. He closes his eyes taking in the moment..” her lips brush against his earlobe.

Just as quickly as it had happened the doors open and she says“ Perfect then see you in about an hour, Robert, He walks her to her car. and opens the door to her Silver Jaguar as she steps in .. and slowly closes it. She rolls down the window and says “Robert, everything they say about me is true to some extent but I promise I’m not nearly the Hannibal Lecter they paint me to be… just know that your in control just as much as I am.. If you have second thoughts simply say so , with that she starts up the engine and drives off.

To be continued....

Windows by Andy

2011-12-10T16:38:00.001-08:00

As I gaze into the window, I can see her again. Her flesh her bodice, everything. I shiver with anticipation, ready to watch the show. I know I should control myself, but I’m already naked. She couldn’t see me of course, they could never hear me. I’m no good with women anyways. I lick my lips, seeing her spread legs, chest out, hands moving to pleasure herself. Oh god...I cant control myself. I cant help it, and look into a new window. Another one. One just as beautiful as the last. Naked, in front of me, and still unable to see. My heart rate runs wild, sweat dripping down my nose as I stroke myself off. I just cant get enough as I move on to the next window. Again, a woman, perfect in every way shape and form in front of me. I stroke harder, faster, my moans so load, yet never alerting her. She stays perfect. Another window, so many windows. Oh god. Another. Urgggg. ANOTHER. IT happens. I finished, made myself filthy. 'Why don’t they talk to me?' I think to myself. Its because I am useless, and no woman would go out with a slob like me. The women in the windows, they will never yell at me. They will never call me lazy. They will never hurt me or call me sick. I wipe myself clean with a tower, letting out a sigh. Then I do as I always do after such a thing, I flip my laptop closed, and head to bed.

Wet by Jennifer

2011-12-10T16:32:00.002-08:00

I feel your wet, naked skin pressed against my own. I feel your warmth and the subtle beating of your heart as it drums in time with the dancing of my tongue across your lips.

My hips cradled just inside yours, water dripping from your skin to mine in a seamless stream as if we were one.. your chemistry is magnetism, and I, the helpless onlooker, drawn to you, held to you.

To lose contact with your body is to lose myself, because in this moment my eyes are captive, lost among the stars in your own; and my lips are locked: speechless, but never silent, as long as their caress is felt.

My fingers skim the surface of the muscles on your back, strong and calm; I feel your arms wrapped around me in a mirrored embrace, and if the world stopped we would remain frozen in an open portal between our two hearts.

Faucet turns, water stops, ears adjust to a new kind of silence. I feel, rather than hear, your desire, as your breaths come racing into the room in rapid bursts. Towels brandished, drying each other: gentle, each touch promising of the next. Then, we are dry. Enough. My hand light in yours, fingertips kissing, I pull you into my bedroom. The door is closed.

My body still turned towards the door, before I can face you, I feel your tender breasts, smooth and firm against my back, as your arms wrap around my hips. Your breath is warm against my neck, rippling individual hairs as they stand on edge in suspense.

Tension builds in my shoulders as you deftly flick your tongue over every inch of my neck and sensitive ears. Your fingers glide along my hipbone and my mind is wandering through forbidden valleys of fantasies as I imagine all the places on my body that your fingers and your tongue could reach if they only dared.

I feel venomous desire coursing through my veins. Words halt, suspended in another time and place, as the only thoughts left in my mind transform and evolve, expand in abstract absolution, knowing only your scent and your touch, knowing only that I need your lips to set me free.

I hear the rhythm of the moonlight crashing overhead, feel the whispering starlight racing down to set fire to my nerves, striking frenzy into my heart, and through this deafening sensation--fettered as is my mind--I manage only to turn and grasp you by your hips, forcing you back against some surface in my desperation.

I manage only to lean forward, lips barely able to stand such proximity to your beautiful ears, begging to feel my touch; manage only to whisper so inaudibly that the current must surely be carried by my passion itself; manage only to utter.. "Take me. I am yours."

The Secret by Rebelpoet

2011-12-10T16:32:00.001-08:00

Mistress told me if I was to be hers i would have to voice. And I was terrified to be that open. I couldn't hide behind text, she would hear the truth in my voice. But I went and got a microphone that worked. My stomach was doing butterflies, my breathing was so fast, I was sweating, and thought I would throw up. But Mistress coached me into talking. And we talked in a sim park and I started telling her everything. How I had been agoraphobic and didn't leave my home for a year, how I had had panic attacks all the time, and was terrified al the time. How I wanted to be a real sub but was too scared to go out in public. I kept thinking that at any minute she would reject me and not want to be with me. But instead she offered her protection. And I accepted.

Later that night, Mistress told me over mic, "I want you to wear my ribbon," Mistress said over her mic.

"I don't understand," I replied.

"Go and get a ribbon," she ordered.

I went to the closet and opened up the Christmas wrapping box filled with bows, cards, ribbon, tape. I found a piece of red ribbon and returned to my computer and told her I had it.

Now she said, "Tie it in a bow at the head of your cock."

I knew better then to argue and slipped off my shorts and underwear.

"Now before you tie it, I want you to stroke your cock eight times. "I want you to count it off and thank me for each one."

I took my hand and stroked my limp cock from it's base to the head. "One Mistress, thank you, Mistress." I reached down and grabbed the base again and ran my hand already up my cock. "Two Mis. . . " and my Internet cut out.

"Start over you broke off and I didn't hear you."

I groaned.

"It's not my fault you have crappy internet."

I started again, "One Mistress, Thank you Mistress." As I continued to stroke my cock started to get hard. I thought to myself if I mess up she will make me start over and I can touch my cock more. I hadn't been allowed to touch it for two days. But instead I followed her orders and got through to the count of eight.

"Now boy, tie that ribbon to your cock. Do you know why I asked you to do that?"

I thought about it and finally said, "You talked about how I would always feel you with me and this reminds me of that."

"Oh good, Mine", she squealed. "Exactly.. It's bearing my mark for a short while to remind you your mine and of your commitment."

Then I eagerly tied the ribbon in a bow around my cock and tied it tight. i wore it all the next day. When I moved it reminded me that I was hers. And a smile would come to my face knowing that i was secretly wearing something that was like she had given to me. It was our own dirty secret. She finally let me take it off, but I keep the ribbon by my bed and it helps me to remember that I am hers.

Mine by Lady Fallen

2011-12-10T16:31:00.001-08:00

Distance hurts

Need to touch

To feel

Taste

Mark you as mine

Eyes seeing you

Through a screen

Dreams of reaching

Out

Fingers encircling your throat

Pressing gently

Then firmer

Making you gasp for air

Desire growing

To punish you

For making me

Want

My voice taunts

Teases

Your hand

Sliding up and down

Your cock hard

So hard

A naked body

Writhing on the bed

An arm outstretched

Gripping covers tightly

Fighting to control

Your moans drive me

I moisten my lips

Hungry for you

And take you further

Leading you

Making brief stops

Before pushing on

A whimper

Escapes

A breathless plea

Please Mistress

Who are you?

I ask

Your voice hoarse

Your slut

Your whore

Faster

I urge

Please Mistress

Your back arched

Your body glistens

Heat radiating

From you

To me

Please Mistress

May I

Please

Your words

Dragged from you

I pause briefly

Watching you

Touching the screen

And breathe

Now

My words float over

Eyes open

Your face contorts

You still briefly

A cry escapes

Your body releases

And shudders

You lay spent

Shaking

Emotional

Distance hurts

But your submission

Your gift

Make you mine

Hurt by Anonymous Domme

2011-12-03T19:05:00.003-08:00

I knew you … I knew you for the longest time …. At least I thought I did.

In the end I didn’t know where the illusion ended and the real you began.

We were friends

Not best friends … but friends non the less

Bound by nationality and humour

Occasionally speaking … taunting … teasing

Then silence

I heard you had fallen in love

I heard that you had been hurt

I heard you were finding it hard to cope

You turned to your second life

It was easier than coping with your first

Your friends gathered around you

Supporting you

Keeping you from sinking

You started to recover

Immersing yourself in make believe

We played the story out

But you ran away

The edges between the real and imaginary

Blurred in your mind

I should have known then

But how could I?

I coaxed you back

Slowly

Into my space

Until one day I held out my hand

And you reached for it

You were mine

Domme and sub

Mistress and boy

Lover and friend

We were so happy

So happy

Until that moment

That heart stopping moment

That I realised you were not real

All you said all you did

Not real

And if it was how could I tell the difference

When I had found out your lies

Then what was truth?

You were indignant

Without trust there is nothing

You said

How can you not trust me?

You said

I loved you

I wanted to believe you

But you had let me get too close

Your mask was slipping

Reality was facing you

And that could not be allowed

Because I don’t think you even knew

What was black and what was white

You did what you had to do

You wiped me out of your life

Without missing a step

I was no longer part of your first

Or your second

I was nothing to you anymore ….

I knew you for the longest time

At least I thought I did

Las Vegas Confession by Russell

2011-12-03T19:05:00.001-08:00

What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas, that is the popular slogan, but I will not agree with it anymore.

I travelled to Las Vegas on a business trip recently and instead of the usual stories about gambling, bright lights, beautiful people and wonderful shows, I walked away with a life experience that I won’t soon forget.

Monday evening and my work was completed, I walked along Freemont Street with some of my students doing the usual tourist stuff, watching the street performers, listening to the bands and drinking. Down the street I saw a woman dressed in a latex & leather cat suit with high heeled boots laced up to mid- thighs all topped off with dark sun glasses and a leather set of cat ears on her auburn hair.

Please don’t get me wrong; along with me she caught the attention of men, woman and children alike as she danced in front of the stage. She would dance around them drawing them into the stage area enticing them to dance, all ages she would eventually get them dancing. To myself I thought she was a performer paid by the venues to get crowd participation, I would later learn this was far from the truth.

As the evening wore on I found myself crossing paths with this auburn haired “Catwoman” as I wandered around. I was shocked when she walked up to me and asked for a drink of my beer which I had only just started to drink. I handed her the bottle and told her to enjoy but it would cost her a picture later when I had my camera equipment, she jokingly said no problem and wandered away as I watched her go.

The next evening it was pretty much the same thing as on Monday, doing my job, entertaining my students as we looked on at the Vegas nightlife. It was then that I saw “Catwoman” down the street, she was in between 2 very big men who seemed ready to beat each other senseless after a few minutes she had them laughing and finally they parted ways with no violence. I had an inspiration to do something I rarely do, I bought 2 beers and walked up to “Catwoman” and handed her one and told her that she did a good job at keeping the peace. Taking the beer she drank it as we walked around talking about the different people she seemed to have in-depth knowledge of. I will admit it was a pleasant experience to have the company of this lady and I was very happy to learn that she not only was beautiful, but also very intelligent, but she didn’t divulge too much about herself other than dressing up like “Catwoman” wasn’t her full time job. I looked down at my watch and realized it was 2 in the morning and I was due back in the classroom in a few hours, I said goodnight and headed back to my hotel.

Wednesday brought me a big surprise, as I walked out of my hotel I saw ‘Catwoman” motioning me over to her. She remarked that she enjoyed the company of the previous evening and asked if I wanted to hang out for the evening again. In my head I am running different scenarios, 1) she is setting me up to be robbed. 2) She is a hooker or escort and I am the gullible out of town dumbass ready to max out a credit card for something that I will never have. As this was running through my head she started talking saying that if I was to be with her tonight I needed to go and change out of my business casual into jeans and a t-shirt and leave my wallet and valuables in my room so we didn’t attract attention. A voice in my head said “RUN AWAY” but I was very curious about what was to happen. I asked Catwoman what she had in mind. Her reply was that she had a route she needed to go through and some of the streets weren’t the nicest, the type of streets that the tourist board likes to believe doesn’t exist. Asking her if we were doing anything illegal she just laughed and said that we were doing the complete opposite and to just shut up, change and lets get on the road.

A few minutes later we were walking along Freemont as we stopped often , she introduced me to a dozen people who were performing on the street. She introduced me to her friends and then chatted with each one for a short time before we wandered to the next spot. This process repeated itself many times, and after a bit I overheard enough to figure out what she was doing. Each of these people had a problem that Catwoman was helping them with, legal & Social Security Issues, obtaining ID’s, counseling them on the ordinances of vagrancy.

When I finally had her alone I asked what she was up to and she just smiled and said she was paying back a debt to someone special and then brushed me off as she walked away. At that time it was around 1 am in the morning and we came across a mid-age woman who was on the sidewalk crying, she was homeless, running away from an abusive husband and had just gotten to Las Vegas the day before. She had just been robbed of her back pack and all of her clothing and roughed up by the duo who did it. ‘Catwoman” reached into her boot and extracted a cell phone calling the police who showed up in short order taking a report and left. “Catwoman” pulled me off to the side and asked if I would be willing to let them come back to my room, which wasn’t too far so she could get the homeless woman cleaned up.

Looking into her eyes I could see that I had no choice but to say yes, and we went back to my hotel. Catwoman spent some time with the homeless woman getting her tended to and then she came back into my room sat down in a chair and sat down looking at me..She not only looked at me but I felt she was staring into my soul..it made me shiver. She asked in a very nice tone if I would mind if 2 woman slept on the second bed in my room for the night and she would have the lady out in the morning. I should of said no or at least gave it more thought but I said yes and I fell on my bed and went to sleep.

Waking up in the morning I saw them both sleeping and I got ready for my day and left the room. During the day I was tempted to go back to the room as I had left some expensive items lying on my dresser such as my camera but I just knew it was all safe.

When my day was finished I went back to my room, my valuables were still there and the room was in order, I then saw a note from Catwoman on my pillow that said thank you and that if I wanted to see her she would meet me at the end of Freemont street.

That night while not as eventful as the night before never the less left a lasting impression on my life. We went out for dinner and drinks and then I found out Catwoman was an attorney who spent time on the streets during her younger days and that someone special to her picked her up and mentored her into getting her law degree. She goes on the streets often doing her Pro Bono work for the homeless and that’s her way of paying back her debt.

I looked at this petite lady and I instantly could see the power she had, her power wasn’t flaunted but it was perceptible to me, She was able to walk down streets I feared to go, she was able to stop 2 men intent on killing each other, and in the next instant she was showing such a tender side as she hugged a child or posed for a picture with a elderly couple. This ‘Catwoman though only in my life for a few days will be in my thoughts for the rest of my life..that is the true power of a Lady

Blackmailed by Heather

2011-12-03T19:04:00.002-08:00

The letters came two weeks apart. I laughed at the first one, set it on fire and never thought of it again. The second one was a little more serious. It had a whole 'I know what you did last summer' feeling to it, except this one had nothing to do with what I did last summer. "I know all about you. I can out you. You don't seem the type who'd want that. Expect another letter." My eyebrows raised a little when I noticed the fine print on the bottom. "Oh, and this time, try not to set anything on fire."

The urge to laugh was long gone, someone wanted to out me, though I had no idea what that outing exactly meant. I came out of the closet a long time ago and I couldn't think of anything else I wouldn't want the whole world to know. I glanced at the paper again and wondered how this person knew I set the first letter on fire when it hit me. I was being watched.

I ran to the windows and closed every curtain in the house. I felt sick. I was trying to think who could do this. The old ouple on the other side of the street didn't seem like the type to do this. I didn't want to take a peek through the window in case some black car would be parked along the curbe with two men in dark suits and sunglasses and perhaps a gun in their tight jackets.

My heart was pounding faster and faster and I didn't think I would get any sleep, but when I went to lay down I must have fallen asleep in an instant, as I woke up several hours later feeling fully rested. When I got dressed and walked downstairs I got goosebumps. There was a letter on the table, addressed to me. Someone had been in my house, when I was sound asleep.

My hands trembled as I opened the envelop. "You're almost cute when you're asleep. You can go back upstairs, change your outfit, I put one aside in your bathroom, I'm suprised you haven't seen it yet. You will drive to the hotel, this isn't such a big town, you'll know which one to go to. Go to the reception, there is a reservation on the name Robyn DeCradle. You will go to the room, it's on the 7th floor, you will find a blindfold on the bed, obviously you're going to wear it and you're going to sit on the bed and wait for me to come in."

I choked. I looked for a fine print on the bottom of the letter but found none. I was flabbergasted to say the least. I was in turmoil on what to do. Should I go? What would happen if I didn't. I had work to do. Who was this person anyway?!

I walked back up the stairs, it wouldn't hurt to see what this person had picked out for me, even though I was freaking out that someone had been in my house. On the bathroom, neatly stacked next to towels lay a skirt, a blouse and a pair of boots. No underwear, no bra. I slipped out of my clothing, to afraid of what would happen if I didn't show up. This person had watch me sleep, perhaps next time they'd watch a knife slit my throat.

Once dressed, I got in my car and drove to the hotel. I was weak on my feet, trembling, scared to death when I was asked the clerk for the key and even more shocked when he smirked at me and handed me the keycard. "Enjoy your stay!"

As I stepped into the elevator my heart was pounding, I tucked my blouse deeper into my skirt and when I heard the ding of the elevator I nearly had a heartattack.

I slowly walked to the room, praying that the keycard wouldn't work, but the door popped open within a second. As I closed the door, I leaned against and took a few deep breaths. Should I keep my phone with me, should I call the police? I glanced over at the bed and saw the blindfold.

A strange sensation shot through my body and I cursed myself for getting aroused. I couldn't find a suitable place for my phone, so I just stuffed it under the bed, hoping I could reach it in time in case some maniac came through that door.

I slipped the blindfold over my head as I sat down on the bed and waited, waited and waited. What seemed like hours probably only took a few minutes. I could hear the soft beep of the door, as it unlocked, opened, and fell in it's lock again. I wanted to rip the blindfold of my head, but was too scared to move. I heard heels. A woman? The clicking stopped a few inches from me and a finger traced down my collarbone as I heard a soft voice speak, "Hello slut."

That voice. Where had I heard that before?

To be continued..

Why I Came To You by Rebelpoet

2011-12-03T19:04:00.001-08:00

I came to you to be abused.

I wanted to be raped and humiliated.

I expected brutality and disdain

I wanted to be hit over and over again.

To be called unthinkable names.

I wanted to be ashamed.

I needed you to validate my negative worth.

I needed you to confirm my misogynistic beliefs.

I came before you and you had me strip and then lie

Down naked in front of you. Finally, I thought, she will

Make fun of my body, she will hit me, she will hurt me.

I have nothing to offer I thought. I was in this for me.

But you refused. Instead you treasured my body.

Embraced me and called me "beautiful" in your eyes.

Drew me to you, held me in your arms, kissed me.

Left me confused and vulnerable. Where I sought hate,

I got love. By giving me love, you showed me I had value.

And I am discovering that by being given love,

I have something to offer.

So I give to you my body.

I give to you my love. I give to you my submission.

I give what is most valuable, what is most precious,

I give to you me.

Interlude by Lady Jami

2011-12-03T19:03:00.000-08:00

Interlude

by Jami Titanium

I remember when our eyes met in the dimly lit bar. I was sipping a margarita that was too heavy on the tequilla. I'm sure the bartender thought he was doing me a favor by loading the drink up on alcohol but it just made the drink bitter and I was inclined to wrinkle my nose each time I swallowed, licking the salt from the edge of the glass to try to cut away the bite of the acid.

I could tell he was lost. Maybe not literally but certainly figuratively. You don't come into a seedy bar after five and just before dinner dressed to the nines and tugging on your tie with a five o'clock shadow like that unless your day's been shit or you have nothing to go home to. I looked at his hand where the white ring of untanned skin gave him away and nearly snorted into my drink. Oh yeah... he was a man lost.

There was an urgent cool about him. He was looking for something as he sat down at the bar and I wondered briefly if he was like the other afterhour suits and just here to flirt and buy a lady a drink. It's almost a matter concerning causality... they claim stress or need or the wife isn't giving it to them. They are too cheap to get a hooker or too scared of disease, so they come to the bar somehow thinking they will get a cheaper and safer thrill. They don't really want to get laid... they just want to know they still can. They are seeking out their youth.

I sighed into my drink and remembered so many years ago an evening in my youth. I'd been out "cruising" the strip. My best friend had convinced her father to let her borrow her his red convertible and we had the top down. We'd been at a stop light when I saw them kissing on the street corner... my father and the bombshell blonde with the red, red lips who was not my mother.

We'd followed him for blocks before he finally saw us. That night he came to my bedroom and made me swear not to tell my mother. I never did. But I never forgave him either.

I turned my attention back to the man at the bar. He was handsome really and I smiled... forcefully. I could tell he was surprised as he looked away and I slid off the bar stool and moved over to him, laughing as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "This one's not taken." I said. He shook his head and I motioned to the bartender. "I"ll have another margaritta... this time don't add the extra tequilla."

I reached into the glass with the my thumb and index finger and gently removed the lime wedge from between two cubes of ice and licked the fruit and nibbled at the corner of the pith. The man looked at me and I smiled again. "Thanks for the drink," I said.

He looked at me a little dumbounded and said simply, "Sure, anytime..."

I set the lime wedge on a napkin and licked off my fingers. I have long fingers with delicately curved nails. He watched and I saw him lick his lips and I knew I had him.

"I'm Edward," he said.

He was in his late forties, maybe early fifties. A beautiful man, really, with grey at the temples and a square jaw and enough beard shadow to be rugged without looking unkept. I smiled. "Hello, Edward."

He blinked. "Do you have name?" he said.

The bartender returned with my second drink and set it down in front of me. "Pick up your drink" I said. He did so and I lifted mine and we clinked classes and I saw him shift in his seat before he took a deep swallow of the whiskey he was drinking, throwing it back like it was a life preserver. And maybe is was for a man like him, with so much to lose. He set his glass back down and I did the same and then I motioned with a finger for him to lean in so I could whisper in his ear. He leaned forward. I think he actually expected me to say my name.

I licked the outer edge of his ear, tasting the salt on his skin like it was the rim of my glass and he shuddered. The lights flickered and the bartender winked over at him, a conspiratorial smile. I looked the bartender in the eye and shook my head. He looked away.

"Miss?" Edward said.

"Yes?" I said.

"Your name?"

"Miss will do." I said.

I nipped his earlobe then and he shuddered again. "Yes, Miss..." he said quietly.

I took his hand and turned his palm over and began tracing the lifeline there. It was long and unbroken. He curled his fingers inward and his palm crinkled reflexively. "Penny for your thoughts?" he said.

I nodded and leaned over and looked more closely at the lines. I wasn't a palm reader but I new a little about reflexology. I pinched the the skin between his thumb and forefinger and saw him crinkle his brow. "I think you have a headache." I said.

He nodded this time. "What do you do? Are you a masseause?" He said.

I laughed and took another sip of my drink. "Tonight I am your date." I stood and took his hand and led him to the center of the floor. There was no dance floor, just a clear space where customers were vying for room to get to the bar and he looked embarassed when I put his hands on my waist and swayed my hips in time to the beat of the jazz music that was playing over the radio. But soon he was moving too and then he smiled. "Miss?" he said.

"Yes?"

He leaned forward and for a moment I thought he might try to kiss me, then he ducked his head and looked ashamed. I smiled and lifted his arm and twirled under it as the music moved us. When the song stopped I dropped his hands and got my coat from the hook beside the door. He came up behind me and lifted it over my shoulders.

"Miss?" he said.

"Yes?"

"Will I see you again?"

"No," I said. I kissed his jaw, touched the white line on his left ring finger as he tried to hide it behind his back, and I walked out the door.

All In A Day's Work by Anonymous Domme

2011-12-03T19:01:00.000-08:00

All in a days work

It was a sunny fall day, golden sun light streaming through the trees.

I was home alone and feeling muzzy headed.

Hubby was off to work and I was drooping around the house listless.

There was a ring at the door, I peeked out and saw Tara, the young girl we had hired to clean.

She came once a week to help spruce the place up.

She was planning to go back to college in the spring, and needed the extra money.

I let her in, walked around the house pointing out what needed to be done.

Told her I’d be in the garden.

I walked out back, gathered various implements and knelt by the flower bed.

I had been poking the soil to uproot some Geranium’s to winter over when my cell phone rang.

It was hubby checking on my day.

I told him what I was up to and that Tara was cleaning.

He said good and…was she wearing something skimpy as usual.

I said “What…skimpy…I don’t know, why do you ask?”

He said, haven’t you noticed…she always wears something tight or thin to clean.

I told him I hadn’t noticed, I guess the work makes her hot.

He laughed and said “I’m sure you’re right, though I think she’s hot when she arrives”

“Watch yourself dear, I’m not sure she’s only interested in cleaning our house”

I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about.

He laughed and said not to worry, she was not aggressive…I’d be all right.

We rang off and I continued working…letting my mind drift.

It drifted to Tara…and…I felt something tickling my neck.

I turned, and there she was…cleaning the windows inside.

Stretching up high to reach the top of the tall windows, her breasts pressed up against the lower glass.

All the while, watching me through the glass panes.

I stared back at her.

I felt…hypnotized….I couldn’t look away.

She continued to stare back at me, slowly rubbing on and against the glass.

Pressing her…now I noticed…scanty blouse against the window.

The blouse was white, the window cleaner had wet it…her nipples shadowed thru the material.

No bra obscured them from view.

And…she continued to gaze at me thru the glass…a dreamy look in her eyes.

Much like I’m sure my own had.

I found myself dropping the tools, stripping the gloves from my hands and pushing up from my knees.

I walked slowly toward the house, my eyes on Tara by the windows.

Through the back door and left to the window area.

She still stood there…one arm raised with the cleaning rag in her hand, her eyes on mine.

I walked over to her, she lowered her hand...looked down at the floor and stood very still.

I felt as if I were in a dream, all about us was hazy…there was just the two of us…sharing breath in the warm autumnal light through the glass.

I have never been one to believe in psychic phenomena, but…at that moment I felt I could see into her soul.

I knew her desires, I knew her needs…I knew what she wanted…and needed.

Without words, I reached out and took the cleaning materials from her…set them aside.

I took her hand, turned and led her behind me down the hall.

I did not look back…I knew she would follow.

I opened the door to the downstairs bedroom and led her to the large four poster there.

I turned to her…and whispered to her…”There, lay there”…as I pointed to the bed.

She looked at me…she looked at the bed…and back at me as she heeled off her work shoes.

She crawled up on to the bed…rolled over and lay on her back in the middle looking up at the ceiling.

I turned to a dresser near by, opened a drawer and pulled out three pairs of panty hose.

As I walked back to the bed, I could hear her breathing grow quicker.

I sat gently on the side of the bed, took her hand and wrapped the wrist with the end of one panty hose, and tied it.

I reached over her and threaded the hose through the spindles there and over to the other side of the bed.

I stood and walked around the bed, took the other end of the hose and pulled until her tied hand was raised to the head of the bed.

I then took her other hand, put it up by the other side, at the top of the bed and tied it firmly with that end of the hose.

Her breathing was hoarser now, but she continued to lay still and stare at the ceiling.

I proceeded to use the other two panty hose to pull her legs to the sides and bind them to the bed posts there.

I then leaned over and kissed her softly on the nose, whispered…”Relax, I’ll be back”

As if in a dream I drifted to the dresser…and pulled a fluffy feather from an old boa.

Then to the kitchen, where I plucked a few instruments from drawers.

Lastly to the bath and a variety of…personal items.

Back to the bed, I lay my findings next to her one by one, ands she watched each one with wide eyes.

Sitting next to her, button at a time I opened her thin blouse as I said “I hope you don’t have other plans for the day Tara, you’ll need to work some…over time… here I’m afraid”

The end……

Airport by Angelo

2011-11-26T16:56:00.001-08:00

He arrived in Houston right on time. He had never been there before and was not only excited to look around, but to see her again. It had been several weeks and between the phone calls, emails and his nightly "homework", He had worked himself into a sexual frenzy.

She had sent him emails every day requiring him to take himself to the peak of passion, but not to go over the edge. He was frustrated and in a state of constant arousal just waiting to explode.

He made His way through the throngs of people searching for their loved ones. Only sparing slight glances at the many husbands waiting on wives and children waiting on parents, as He continued on his own quest. He saw Her patiently waiting with her arms crossed over her chest beyond the crowd. She had a quiet smile touching her lips and softening her sometimes stern features. As He approached her, she held out her arms to envelope him. This was one of the things he missed the most. Her embrace always made him feel safe and protected. With one final squeeze, she released him and took his bag.

Taking his small hand into hers, she led his away from the airport to her waiting car. It was almost midnight and the garage was eerily silent and dark. He quietly followed her as she walked purposefully through the parking garage. They had been walking for awhile and he wondered how far away she had parked. She had yet to speak to him so he simply respected the silence keeping quiet too.

They had finally reached the car. It was parked in a dark quiet corner of the garage. She released His hand, opened the trunk of the car and deposited his small suitcase. She then turned around and took His hand again. Pulling him to the area between the wall and the car, she leaned his back against the car and took his mouth. It started as a soft, gentle, almost tentative kiss. When he boldly wrapped her arms around her neck and turned it into something searing, passionate, needy, and wild she allowed him this knowing it was his last display without her permission. It was a kiss that in itself was as hot as two naked bodies writhing in desire.

She slowly pulled his arms from around his neck. Without a word, she turned him in her arms so that he was facing the car. She placed his hands on the top of the car. She whispered into his hair "Don't move your hands and open your legs for me". He was already hard and wanting her to fill him…her voice almost driving him over the edge. He opened his legs. The shorts he wore hiding nothing from her reach without the barrier of boxers. Reaching around him, she slid her hands under his shirt. She took his hard nipples between her fingers and rolled them into hard peaks. He moaned in the silence of the garage then looked up quickly to make sure no one was watching. She flicked and played with his hard little nipples. He ground his rear into her hopefully wet panties she played with his tits. Squeezing his nippels hard one last time…She removed her hands and lifted his shorts. Pleased that he had done as he was told, he found no boxers when he got there.

Suddenly both of their heads shot up. Someone was coming. He silently placed her hand on his back. He stilled, keeping his hands as She had placed them. She stood beside him but left his shorts pulled down. A part of him hoped he would be seen in this position. He had always been a bit of a closet exhibitionist and he loved showing off his perfect little prize. The smiling couple came closer. Neither Augeson nor Miss Grace moved. Both just stood waiting…he with his head down and she, tall and smug. The approaching couple seemed to have some idea that something was going on but made no attempt to say anything. They got into their car and pulled away.

Miss Grace turned back to Augeson. She smiled seeing that despite his obvious embarrassment, he never moved his hands. He deserved a reward. She slid her hand over his round ass. She pulled her hand back and slapped him hard on his perfectly ivory skin. The sound resonated throughout the garage. His breathing became heavier in the silence. Bringing her hand to his mouth, She stuck out her tongue and licked her large hand. Bringing it back again, she brought it back down on his firm ass. He winced from the sting but loved every second of it. Sliding her hand down, she found him hot and thobbing…He was so ready for her.. She went into the trunk and opened up Her Suitcase grabbing a medium sized strap on. When She finally slid into him, he groaned with pleasure and pain. She took his hips into her hands and drove hard into him. She could tell that he was in alot of pain, but enjoying it aswell already. Knowing that they could get caught at any moment, She fucked him hard and fast. It excited her knowing that they could be seen. It excited him that he was her's…to do as she pleased. And it excited her that she could turn him into jello with just a touch. She whispered into his ear again "cum for me my little slut…cum all over yourself". Her voice was just what he needed as she felt him orgasm pushing him up and over. He bit his tongue trying to keep himself from being too loud as the warm cum spilled out of his cock. She found herself thuroly pleased. She placed her forehead on his back as she tried to catch her breath. Slowly they both came back to earth together. He smiled as she pulled his pants back up and pulled up her pants. As she opened the door for him, he worked his pants to cover and protect her car seat.

The drive to her house was pleasantly filled with talk and laughter. What a great three days it was going to be…

For The Goddess Of Life by Anonymous

2011-11-26T16:55:00.001-08:00

long distance swimmer

you abandon your vessel without taking a breath

transforming as you slip in to the bottle glass

you become a many armed goddess

a mythical sea creature

fins flashing gold in the water

you lift mirrors and little trays of offerings

a bird flies from your hand

you watch unconcerned as your boat melts in to the horizon

you don't think of drinking water and life preservers

instead you look to the other solitary sailors

dotting the water like tiny floating candles

they are curled up in the bows, clutching their buoys

you circle and sing your songs

fearless

yet knowing that you too may drown

Tarquin's Confession by Wheels

2011-11-26T16:54:00.004-08:00

I keep coming back. Femdom draws me back every time. I wonder why, often. I think about everything, often. I had no idea I would be into this.

I figured out one thing. Femdom seemed in every way superior to male dominated D/s, not only because of personal preference, but just because it was somehow better. I couldn't say how. But if we believe in equality of the sexes, how can we say one form of D/s is better than the other? I guess it's because of the society we live in. Female domination is not the norm. The norm is to frown on it. I've never been interested in the norm.

But my attraction to femdom isn't about being a rebel. And it's not just about sex, or a kinky thrill. Though I wouldn't begrudge anyone any of those things. There's something profoundly right about femdom. I don't mean politics, of course.

I want to confess something. I don't know if I can be a sub. I have tried. I've had some experiences of that extraordinary feeling which I think is what people mean by 'sub space'. But I know the commitment true subs make and true dominants make. And I really don't know if I can do it. It conflicts with a lot of things going on in my RL.

In RL, I'm moody, selfish, opinionated and insufferably obstinate and stubborn. I know others will admit to having non-subby qualities like those but, friends, I'm a really bad case!! You might find it strange that someone like that would be drawn to submission at all. I'm not sure I understand it either. But there you have it. I don't know if I can be a sub in anything but in quite a superficial way. That's my confession. If you want the kinky details, I like to be tied up, gagged and screwed like a girl.