Saturday, July 25, 2009

Anonymous Poem

Control me, put me on a leash, 
Tie me up and give me peace 
Blindfold me and bend me over 
Flog my ass show me Your power 

Mistress please Your lil one begs 
Show me Your Dominance get into my head 
Hold my pleasure within Your hands 
Make my submission Your biggest fan 

Orgasm only through Your command 
Speaking with allowing waves of Your hand 
A look to tell me in submission i'm free 
Deserving of the spankings over Your knee 

Walk through the mall at the end of Your leash 
Let people stare, point, and freeze 
Put me on all fours and show them i'm Yours 
As i proudly display the collar i adore 

Simple things, don't allow me clothes 
Don't allow me to speak or even answer the phone 
Do i appreciate Your sex when You decide to show 
Yes but most of all i like the control 

Yes Mistress 
words that ring 
Yes Mistress 
words that sing 
A simple look to make me behave 
What am i? 
Her willing slave 

Why a slave you may wish to know 
because i can't refuse Her or say no 
i can't help it 
i simply can't help it 
and i enjoy every second

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Waiting - Colt Seelowe

Headlights through the window moved across Stuart's face, waking him. He quickly straightened his naked body from its slumped position against the wall and used the back of his hand to wipe a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth. His knees ached from kneeling for so long on the cold stone tile of the foyer floor. He wondered what time it was, how long he had slept, how long she'd been gone. Stuart heard a key slip into the lock and watched his Mistress step into the foyer. His instinct was to rush toward her and welcome her home, but he knew it would displease her. Instead he waited for her to acknowledge him. 

Julia set her purse and keys on a table and clicked on a lamp. The sudden light made Stuart blink and squint. She spotted him and smiled, “Hi sweetness,” she said, moving across the room toward him, “Have you been up all night? You didn't have to wait for me you know?.” But he knew that he did. Her fingers slid into his hair and she pulled his cheek against her thigh. Stuart wrapped his arms around her legs, hugging her tightly. When he inhaled, the scent of sex invaded his nostrils. His spirit sank. 

When she called earlier to say that she would be home late and that dinner wasn't necessary, he hoped she was going out with girlfriends. Now he wondered who she had been with... Eric?... Jason?...someone  new? Stuart tried to hide the hurt in his eyes when he looked up to her hoping that she might answer his silent questions. Instead she patted his head and said, “Let's get ready for bed, I'm exhausted, and you must be too.” She stepped away from him and moved down the hall toward the bedroom. 

Stuart turned the lamp off and followed her down the hall. Arriving at the softly lit bedroom he dropped to his knees just inside the door. He kept his eyes downcast. Still, his body responded to the sounds of her disrobing... a zipper, her skirt dropping to the floor. His cock stiffened. It had been days since she'd allowed him to cum. At the sound of her voice his eyes flew to her. She was wearing lace panties in a rich chocolate brown and a matching garter belt and stockings. Her full naked breasts glowed in the lamp light. His mouth went dry and blood rushed to his cock. Blinking he forced himself to listen to her words. “Sweetness, go and run me a bath.” Stuart dragged his eyes away from her breasts, “Yes, Mistress.” 

He went immediately to the adjoining master bath to do her bidding. A capful of her sandalwood scented bubble bath created a luxurious layer of bubbles over the steaming water. When the tub was two-thirds full he turned the water off and returned to the bedroom. Julia was now completely nude and standing at the vanity pinning her hair up. A few wayward curls escaped the clip and hung loose at the nape of her neck. Stuart's eyes were unavoidably drawn to the luminous skin and the perfect curve of her naked buttocks. New life surged into his cock. 

He felt her eyes on him and looked up to meet her gaze in the mirror. His cheeks flushed and he quickly dropped his eyes to the ground. He stammered... “You-your's ready.” She didn't speak for a moment. Stuart could still feel her eyes on him but he didn't dare to look up. He fidgeted nervously, worried that he had angered her. After a long pause she spoke, “Thank you, Stuart, please clean up in her and then join me when you're done.” “Yes Mistress,” he said softly, relieved. 

Alone in the bedroom he began picking up her clothes and placing them in the hamper. Her panties were damp, the crotch was stained with her lover's semen. Stuart tortured himself, lifting them to his face to smell the mingled scents of his Mistress' arousal and her lover's pleasure. An unwelcome image of his Mistress, lying beneath her lover, her legs wrapped around him, flooded his mind. 

A sound from the bathroom startled him, bringing him back to the room. Stuart guiltily dropped the soiled panties in the hamper and shut the lid. He turned down the bed and straightened the vanity before joining his Mistress in the bathroom. 

Julia was reclining in the large tub. Her head leaned back on the rim and her eyes were closed. Most of her body was hidden beneath the thick layer of bubbles but the pink of her nipples broke through the white suds. 

Stuart was careful to not disturb his Mistress; he quietly knelt on the bathmat beside her and waited. In the silence his mind again drifted to the images of his Mistress with her lover. He saw masculine hands traveling over her soft skin. Jealousy lodged heavily in his heart. At the same time his traitorous cock stiffened. Would she bring this one home? She had done that in the past. He'd had to endure the sounds of their lovemaking, of his Mistress' pleasure, while banished in the hallway. She often teased him that one day he'd be kept in the room, that she would share him with her lover. This idea both excited and terrified him. 

Julia's voice interrupted his thoughts. “Stuart, are you just going to sit there, or are you going to make yourself useful?” “Sorry, Mistress,” Stuart said, reaching for the soap. In their many months together, Julia's baths had become something of a ritual. He loved bathing her, both because he got to touch her and also because he knew exactly what was expected of him. Julia sat up and leaned forward, bending her knees, she hugged them, curling over them. He made a rich lather with the soap in his hands; the sandalwood and vanilla soap was his Mistress' signature scent and always comforted him. Stuart began to wash her neck and shoulders, rubbing circles into her muscles with his thumbs. He watched her visibly relax and felt a rush of pride that he was able to do this for her. That feeling was quickly quelled by the thought of what he couldn't do for her. Clearly he didn't satisfy all of her needs. As his hands moved to her back, he wondered how he failed, what he lacked. He wanted to ask her, but knew better. Then guilt flooded him, he shouldn't envy his Mistress pleasure. It was her right to seek a skilled lover, one who excelled where he fell short. After all, he belonged to her, not the other way around. 

Julia leaned back and Stuart's hands instinctively smoothed over her shoulders and onto her chest. He cupped her full breasts  and relished their heaviness in his palms. He closed his eyes and tried to block the image of her body arched, lifting her breasts to the mouth of her lover. His cock surged. He massaged her breasts and imagined washing away her lover's kisses. Reluctantly he moved on, easing down to wash her soft tummy before she could accuse him of lingering on her breasts.

Julia stood and the water sloshed. Stuart watched the clusters of clinging bubbles glide down her buttocks and thighs. Renewing the lather with the soap bar he began to wash her rounded buttocks. His cock stood tall and bumped against his belly when he leaned forward to reach her. His hands smoothed down her thighs. Julia lifted a foot and he took it in his hands, washing it. This was something he knew he did well, a way that he knew he pleased her. Stuart massaged her foot. He slipped his fingers between her toes and then began to tug and gently twist each one. But Julia was tired and not in the mood. She pulled her foot from his loving hands and replaced it with her other foot. Not wanting to try her patience, Stuart quickly washed the second foot. 

When he was done, she dipped it into the water to rinse it, and then placed it on the rim of the tub and parted her legs. Stuart's cock leapt, knowing what was next. He eyes moved up her thighs to the ruddy swollen lips between them. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. Trimmed curls covered her mound; her lips were shaved bare. That morning, Stuart had knelt between her legs in the shower and carefully shaved her. Even if the scent hadn't given her away, the sight of her engorged pussy would have. She had clearly been fucked recently. Stuart's cock ached. His fingers slid up her thighs and onto her pussy lips. They were still slick. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, knowing that her lover's cum was coating his hands. A barely stifled groan stuck in his throat. He opened his eyes again and watched his fingers slide over her turgid clit. It was like a pebble against his touch. He heard her moan and almost moaned himself. Stuart hoped he would be allowed to pleasure her, but she pushed his hand away. “Rinse me, Stuart, I'm ready to get out.” Stuart used the handheld shower head to thoroughly rinse the suds from her body. Julia stepped out of the tub and allowed Stuart to towel dry her. She went to the bedroom. Stuart stayed behind to drain and rinse the tub and hang her towel. When he followed her into the bedroom she was already in bed. He hung back by the door, uncertain whether he was supposed to join her. His face lit up with a smile when she patted the sheets beside her and called him to bed. He slid into the bed next to her. “You're a good boy, Stuart” she praised. Then he felt the pressure of her hands on his shoulders pushing him down between her open thighs. He eagerly complied. His nostrils filled with the scent of her freshly washed sex. He kissed the damp curls of her mound and then lower on her smooth labia. His tongue pushed between them, tasting her. Stuart sought her clit with his tongue. His mistress' sigh of pleasure caused his cock to jerk and he was careful not to let it rudely bump her leg. His tongue tip circled her clit and then flickered over it, left to right, up and down. Julia lifted her hips to meet him. Encouraged, Stuart closed his lips over her clit and gently sucked, drawing another moan from his mistress. This time he moaned too. His cock grew impossibly hard. Julia's hands pushed him down, away from her clit and to the entrance of her cunt. He tongued her labia, long, luxurious strokes liked a cat cleaning a kitten. She pushed his face harder into her and his tongue slid inside. Julia's hips rocked forward, pressing his nose to her clit as his tongue delved into her. Stuart groaned with lust and despair when his penetrating tongue encountered the residual sour flavor of her lover's cum. His cock jerked. He didn't pause in his efforts to please her. The taste of semen invaded his mouth as he continued slowly fucking her with his tongue. Julia ground her clit against his nose until he struggled to breathe. Stuart heard her breath quicken and felt her thighs tense. He renewed his efforts, pushing his tongue deep into his Mistress. Her legs wrapped around him, her heels pressed into his back. He heard her sharp intake of air and knew she was there. His tongue thrust into her again as her body quaked and her pussy spasmed. He continued to lap at her, knowing that she would push him away when she was done with him. Finally she made a sound of objection and her hand pushing against his forehead lifted his tongue out of her pussy. Stuart rested his cheek on her thigh, staring at her glistening pussy lips while the tension slowly drained from her body. He listened as her breathing returned to normal. 

His cock throbbed, longing to enter her. He lay still, waiting, hoping to be invited into her warm,snug, sex. Stuart knew this was unlikely, his mistress had already been satisfied in that manner tonight. He could taste the evidence of that on his tongue. He swallowed. Waiting. His cock stood fully erect, aching. Julia's breathing became steady and rhythmic. His Mistress had fallen asleep. Stuart's cock thumped helplessly against his thigh. He knew there would be no release for him tonight. He lay awake for a long time waiting for his erection to subside. Stuart knew he needed to sleep, that his Mistress would have a new list of demands for him the next morning. Finally he drifted into a fitful slumber with the aftertaste of semen lingering in his mouth. 

Sunday, July 19, 2009

The Tub - Shareena Inglewood

The setting... 

A langorous large bath with steamy hot water lavendar petals and a hint of peppermint oil in the water.

The participants...

The Lady... and her toy...

The Lady slips into the water smoothly, closing her eyes letting the tensions flow from her knotted muscles as her senses drink in the soothing lavendar mint.  Her boy has been amazingly well behaved and well mannered lately. She wonders in the back of her mind what's in his that he's been so incredibly attentive.

She hears the door slip open and the gentle ring of his collar bell. Without speaking a sound, he picks up the sponge and begins washing her shoulders. He knows just how to touch her to ignite the fire within her, and she knows precisely by his silent touch what he asks of her. She resists and pretends he does not affect her. He sponges down her arm and then back up ensuring he misses nothing as he cleanses away her day.

He repeats this same procedure with her other arm glancing up at her face. His heart sinks as she seems oblivious to his ministrations.  He contains his dismay as best he can knowing it is she how must be happy and pleased.. his thoughts and feelings are irrelevant to hers. 

She watches him through slitted eyes noting his disappointment. She wants to reward him for his behaviou lately, but she knows the reward will be much sweeter after her silence. He lightly sponges her neck and between her breasts. He's bathed her several times, but still he is tentative about washing her breasts. She continues her silence and he draws in a breath hopes to hide his blush and sponges the tender skin of her left breast careful not to touch her nipple. The clear water lapped gently at her body as his movements caused the water's movements. 

He tried to keep his eyes respectfully averted from the perfect tan auriola around her sleeping nipples. The control she had over her body always awed him.  Her breathing never quickened, he never saw physical signs of her arousal unless SHE decided to allow it. She kept an outward appearance of calm serenity while she silently smiled inwardly watching him wash her. 

His movements were slow and deliberate. She knew he wanted to play. He knew SHE decided when they would play. His hands moved lower down her body washing her sides and her belly. His fingers lightly caressed her skin in a bold movement that caused her to focus hard on her body's reaction. Shivers raced up her spine, but she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that. True domination is not only over her boy, or her environment, but of her body, and mind, and spirit. 

To allow him to think he has any control over her would shatter their strong bond of Mistress and submissive. To admit outwardly he had any control over her, was to admit weakness over body. She would not admit to that weakness. She would not give him the attention he craved by admonishing him for his brazenness. She could feel his disappointment grow.  He felt as if he were not being as diligent as he could the longer she didn't react to him. He tried harder to get any reaction from her now. He was growing concerned she was displeased with him.

His hand and sponge travelled slowly down one sinuous smooth leg spiralling around it as he washed her. He lingered at the back of her knee knowing she had a tender spot there. Still she did not react to him. He desperately wanted to speak and ask her if he's displeased her, but he knew from past transgressions, silence was sometimes a good thing. If he spoke first he would wear a double sided dildo gag for the rest of the day and chances are well into the next day. He repeated the same diligent washing of her next leg pausing again to pay extra attention to the spot behind her knee.  Still she did not react. 

She could feel his growing desperation to know if he's displeased her. She often tested him this way. Do not speak first upon entering a room. If I wish to hear your voice, I'll let you know. If I do not say anything, and do not look toward the door the moment you enter it, you are not in trouble and should proceed with your duties. Simple rules really but his insecurity always made him doubt.  She knew over time, obeying these simple rules he would gain some self confidence and not tread on eggshells whenever he was in her presence.

She recognized his tender searching for her soft spot behind her knees and again it took alot of focus not to react, not to part her legs invitingly, not to let her breathing quicken, not to let her nipples harden. Just when she felt her control reaching critical, he continued his silent bathing.

He massaged first one foot then the other with just the right pressure in just the right places. Again she felt her control waining and wanted to open her eyes, smile and invite him to join her. She resisted and he released her feet finishing his gentle massage. She watched him stand slowly and go over to her towel. Hearing him rustle her towel, she opened her eyes and slowly stood. She felt the lavendar petals sticking to her dripping wet skin and waited for him to kneel near the tub.

He knelt silently and dutifully holding the towel open waiting for her to step from the tub. She braced herself resting a hand on his head and lifted her leg a bit higher than necessary watching his face turn a deep red as he quickly averted his eyes. She chuckled barely audibly and lifted her other leg from the tub. 

He stood, and wrapped her in the towel lightly patting her skin reddened by the hot bath water. He knew she liked the extreme heat but he always cringed to see her marred in any way. He patted her sides knowing she didnt like the towel rubbing her skin. He patted lower over her curvaceous hips. He felt a stirring in his loin and got even more red in the face hoping she didn't notice he was starting to get hard being so close to her, yet unable to touch her. 

Her silence seemed to turn him on more. He knew that was her intent. He also knew when she allowed him release it would be incredible. He only hoped it would be today. He pulled the towel tight around her firm thighs and wished they were clamping down around his head as his tongue worshipped her. 

She watched in stony silence as he dried her with great care. She let the towel fall to the floor signalling she was dry enough and he winced nervously as he scrambled to get her silk robe. Holding it with trembling hands he tried to hide his very pointed yet very short tent. She noticed. She gave no indication she noticed and tied the sheer fabric closed around her waist. She glanced at the tub, and he winced again feeling incompetant and stumbled over his feet as he hurried to drain the tub.

Satisfied he would clean the tub before he returned to her side, she swept out of the room.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Short and Sweet - Anonymous

This one is short and sweet.  It's a confession about something I did this morning, something I had someone else do.  This morning I put a nice little vibrating plug in my boy's ass and then made him play with himself til he came for me.  It was very hot watching him with his head turned to the side, eyes closed, straining not to cum.  His toes curled and I leaned forward in my seat to watch him struggle.  His cock was so hard and red and the effort was showed in his face.  I know he wanted to cum but also knew he didn't want it to end.  Finally, after about 20 minutes of hard stroking he couldn't hold back any longer and came for me: nice and messy and hot.  I leaned back and smiled, impressed at the effort and how hard he came, and with myself for giving him a good workout to start his day.  As he sits here listening to this, I hope he feels his sore cock, his ass, and remembers that he is mine.  

Anonymous Sub Confession

I guess I’m not unusual here.  Not a stand out of the crowd kind of guy.  I like that and so I’ll remain one of the lads kneeling in the audience for the moment.  I know who I am and She knows who She is.  This one’s for Her.

I met my current Mistress through an online RPG, not SL, with a strong BDSM theme.  Believe it or not I joined it through curiosity, not a desire for anything else but the setting showed to me very fast I was a very Sub bloke.  For a very long time My current Mistress wasn’t my Mistress, just a very good friend.  We cared about each other a lot, shared many jokes and mainly just faffed together when we could.  (For the non UK folks:  Faffed = time wasted).  I wound up in a couple of relationships as a sub, one good, one not so good.  In fact it was the second that began to mess me up.  All my current Mistress could do was watch on as I made one self destructive choice after another.  She kept me sane, listened to me but didn’t pull, just left the door open so I could see the light.  Sometimes loyalty can be too much, or maybe I was just stuck in bad habits.  Whatever the reasons, my Mistress saved me from myself.

After I got my head mostly straightened we were together a lot more and we came to understand each other better.  However when she started to mention a cock cage I was a bit surprised, one, because I’d never heard of the things before and, two, I didn’t think She thought like that.  We looked at a few together and between us chose one.  

I was actually excited when I picked the thing up in the Post Office, my letterbox being too small for the parcel.  It was not to be, however.  My Mistress ahs what She calls an ‘evil’ streak.  I call it teasing because She loves me.  Any way you look at it, it was a bit of a let down at first when She told me it couldn’t be opened for a week.  Worse than Christmas, I tell you!

That’s where She showed her cleverness.  It was such a moment opening that thing together.  Looking at it, commenting on it, and, of course, putting it on.  I’ve never Heard her giggle so much as she watched me fumble and struggle with my meat and two veg to get that thing to fit.  Not boasting here, I’m very average, but the damn things are fiddly until you get used to them.  Try it yourself some time and if you can get one on for the first time in under five minutes I’ll crown you king for a day.

These days She makes me wear it to all sorts of places.  It’s quite bulky and you can see there’s something under my trousers if you look.  It’s not unobvious at all.  She loves the thought of me trying to stammer a red-faced explanation if I’m asked about it.  Learning to walk a distance in one was…interesting.  I like the thing so much that one of her favourite threats of punishment is to disallow me from wearing it, would you believe!  For me, it means always knowing She’s close in spirit, if not distance, and that She cares very much about me.

Clamped Edges - Anonymous

My confession is about an assignment I was given, that uncovered a source of arousal that I had not previously known about.

I had to edge hourly for 8 hours.  No release until the final edge.

There was a catch though ... on each occasion I was to have one additional nipple clamp attached to a part of my anatomy for the duration.  I was quite new to such ideas and I did not know what to expect at all.  Indeed, I was rather apprehensive if truth be told (an of course in confessions it is).  I hoped that my arousal as the day progressed would counter-act the effect of the pain from the clamps, and I would manage to succeed in my assignment.

The first clamp was on a nipple ... the second likewise was on the other nipple.

I was introduced the sensations associated with removal of a clamp and the soreness - even though it was quite early in the assignment yet.

The third was on a testicle ... now I was getting somewhat more trepidatious and was most careful attaching these clamps.  The fourth was on the other testicle.

I discovered a curious effect - getting hard was becoming quicker as the assignment progressed.  I put this down the the increasing arousal that I had as a kind of residual effect from the previous edge.

The next two edges had a clamp applied to my hardeneing cock - the first at the base and the second half way along, again on the underside.  This made stroking less easy - a time to be creative - yet made getting hard quicker still now - I pondered on the options that provided the cause of this - it was the continued edging - right?  Surely then clamps could not be contributing!

The next two clamps were again on my testicles - so one on each nipple, two on each of my balls, and two on my cock now ... 

This was becoming quite intriguing - I seemed to be getting hard as I was applying the clamps now - before I touched anything at all to start getting hard !! now this is becoming really intriguing, not what I expected at all.

The last two clamps were one on my balls and the last one on the underside of the head of my cock - that really rather tender part ... eeeeeeks !!!

The result - now I was getting hard very quickly - and certainly before all clamps were attached.  What is happening !! why is this happening !! 

I had instructions on the last edge to edge twice, and then to go over the edge (yay)  I got to the first edge so very quickly this time, throbbing, and so hard that it was becoming difficult to keep all three clamps on my cock, the skin was so taut !!

I stopped all motion - WOW that was close ... yet my cock was not subsiding at all - I waited and then started stroking again - very carefully so as not to dislodge the clamps.  The second edge was not far away at all only a few strokes and I was quivering, ready to explode.

Another short break, and on the way to my last edge and "over we go".  YAY was I looking forward to this now !!!  I hardly had to touch at all, just a very gentle motion, just the slightest touch and I was on my way to my release like an express train at full speed !!   As my cock grew, throbbing, harder and harder, closer and closer, one of the clamps on my cock was finally unable to grip and slipped right off, just as I had the most awesome climax !!! 

My Confession - David Lorefield

Anticipation rises as my breathing becomes a little faster and my heart beats noticably more firmly in my breast. There i am - in Her house, Her mansion, kneeling before Her sofa, naked. A clear, sensuous voice from behind me speaks, the words dripping onto me like honey.

"Welcome, My boy! Turn and greet Your Mistress."  Before i can turn, the chain attached to the collar around my neck is pulled sharply taut. I am powerless to resist and the force spins me around until i am facing the Goddess. She stands there, holding the other end of the chain firmly in Her grasp, and smiling. 

"Greetings Mistress", i reply. i am nervous now. Have i been good enough for Her? Have i met Her standards and completed all the tasks She has set me? I know that i have, but there is always  a nagging doubt - a feeling that no matter how hard i have tried, i may have displeased Her in some way.

"I have read the notecard you sent Me, my boy......". I swallow hard - i'm sure She heard me. 
"gulp - yes Mistress?". This task was a difficult one to complete in the short time allowed. I wasn't sure if it would meet with Her approval.
"I am very pleased, My boy. you have written well and I find what you have said to my liking."

Relief floods over me and through me, washing away my doubts. i feel so proud that i have servedmy Mistress well. I can't help wondering if i will be rewarded, even though I know my pleasure  is always in Her hands alone. My Mistress knows what is best for me, what i need and when i need it. 

"Naked and kneeling......mmmm. This is how you must always be for Me. Do understand, My boy?"

"Yes Mistress, i understand". 

"Are you aroused, my boy, my slut?" . I see Her smile widen and see a glint in Her eyes. My cock jumps visibly, as She conducts my symphony with master strokes of Her verbal baton.

"Get the plug. Lube it as i told you and insert it now!". I do as instructed. The anal plug meets some resistance at the entrance but slight pressure causes it to slide in, making me sigh audibly.

"Now rub your cock, my slut. Hard and fast. Use your other hand and fuck yourself with the plug. In, out - get to the edge for me!". I start to rub, the pressure building in my balls. Breathing is ragged now and my mind is empty of everything except Her and Her voice. The plug plunges in and out of my rearsending shudders through my whole body.

"Harder! I want your balls aching like thy're going to burst! But do NOT cum! If you cum before I command it, you will be severely punished. Do you understand, slut?

"Y-Y-Yess M-Mistress!". I can hardly speak now. Waves of animal lust crash over me, not just submissive, but almost sub-human. I am reaching the point where i will soon lose control - go over the edge, crashing into climax.

"M-M-Mistress ...... i'm there, Mistress......" The world is turning inside out and stars are bursting in my head as the supernova approaches.

"Now STOP! Squeeze your cock hard! Do NOT cum!". The agony and the ecstacy are fucking each other in my head and through my whole body. I can hardly breathe. My heart is pumping like i'm a sprinter. Slowly, the world resolves itself, my eyes open and my body begins to return to a more stable state. My balls are aching more than ever now but I know that I have pleased my Mistress once again. In that, i am satisfied.

"Are you ok, My boy?"

"Yes Mistress". She must hear the stress in my voice caused by the pent up sexual energy waiting to be released, resolved.

"you are such a good boy, My boy, My slut. you will cum for me - soon, very soon." Music to my ears, I know that She will give me my climax when i am ready for it, which only She will know.

"Goodnight My boy - sleep well"

"Goodnight Mistress. kiss"

Greedy Sub - Anonymous

I would like to confess I continually fantasise about submitting to numerous Ladies as many as three Miss Destiny , Miss Zarita and Lady Ravanys. In my fantasy i see Them in red shinny cat suits with long thigh high boots and I am kneeling before them, i long to be their foot slaves cleaning there long thigh lengths boots with my tongue.

I pay particular attention to Miss Destiny who’s boots were dirty from the hunt, i’m careful to ensure any dirt had been cleaned from The Ladies heels and soles. Then as They relax from a long hunt, resting Their boots on my back, digging their heels in,  i feel blissfully happy in my submission.  

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Circle Confession - Anonymous

I'd like to be in the circle one day, surrounded by male and female subs, all of them nude, ordering them to have an orgy at my feet while I do my morning things.  Randomly looking down watching them play and pleasure eachother, the struggle of who will do what.  Only ordering them that it must be pleasing to me and I better not be able to tell anyone's sexuality, in other words... pleasure for pleasure, not based on anyone's gender.   As other Ladies enter, they'd quietly sit and just watch, then I'd tell them to feel free to add orders or other subs into the mix.  

The Trip - Anonymous

"Today, my boy, we are going on a little trip.  I know that you will like it - well, I will like it, so you will like it whether you like it or not, right, pet?"

"Is your mic working well today, pet? ... wait here, I'll TP you."

"Yes Mistress" he replied quicky and quietly, "... and yes, my mic is working well today , Mistress."

** whooooosh **

"When you have rezzed, I want you to come over here by me pet, and then kneel quietly for a minute or two, I have some IMs to attend to.  I will send an invitation to a private call."

"Now then, I want to you to keep your mic open until I tell you otherwise, pet" She says.

He hears the the Lady's words, and suspects what is about to come next.  Despite this realisation (or perhaps because of it) His already swollen cock starts to twitch and harden involuntarily.  

okay - I want you to get hard now pet, and don't make me wait.  

"I am hard now Miss" he pants, his breathing starting to come in shortening gasps.

She smiles... "tell me when you are getting close, pet" She says in a quiet whisper, listening to his moans growing louder as he becomes increasingly aroused.

"I am close Mistress" he says - or gasps - between his moans.

All of a sudden, he notices that She has closed the IM call, and his excited panting can be heard by all via in-world Voice Chat.  He tries to contain his response, but his arousal combined with kneeling at Her feet causes inescapable excitement.

"Keep stroking pet ... faster" She says in his IM.  His moans increase in volume - he has not been allowed release for several days already "is it even weeks already", he thinks to himself.  

"'Edge', Miss" he gasps ...

"Don't stop yet pet" She says audibly ... 

His moans grow louder as his excitement reaches new heights ... louder and louder ... "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedge" he cries out ... please may I cum Mistress ... please Mistress ... Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease may I cum Mistress."  

He notices all the people standing around looking over in his direction, his arousal reaches new heights never before explored.  His moans seem to echo around the entire Sim ... "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease Mistress"

"That'll do now pet, you may stop."  

He stops stroking, and his cock just throbs - bouncing and bobbing, throbbing and dripping - seemingly unwilling to subside.  "Now, wait here until your Chastity Belt is back on pet, and then let me know.  Then you may come home."

It was over half an hour before he was allowed home.

Finally II - Heather Steampunk

I pout as She pulls back “Such a needy little slut you are.” Her hands pull my shirt up and over my head. She chuckles “good god girl, you are blessed!” I smile and She pushes me onto the bed. I can hear Her getting on the bed as well, hovering above my body, close enough to feel Her heat, but She is not touching me. I growl, I need Her so much, I want Her so close. I growl hard when out of nowhere Her tongue flicks over my nipple. 

Ok that was the end of part 1 .. just as a reminder .. here comes part two..

I gasp as Her lips close around my nipple, a soft moan escapes my throat and I see Her pull back. "You did not think this was about YOUR pleasure, did you?" I look at her and shake my head. "Don't lie to me you stupid girl, you came here thinking this was all about you, but let me tell you something, this is about me. My pleasure, mine, not yours. Do you understand that?" I bite my lip and nod, she scares me but god she arouses me at the same time. "Spread your legs" It is not a question, she demands it from me and I am more then willing to obey. I look at her as I do what pleases her. She shifts and places one knee between my legs. "If you move, I will tie you down, do you understand that?" Again I nod, unable to speak, I will do whatever she pleases of me just as long as she doesn't stop. "Good girl." She looks at me, her eyes burn on my skin. I have never felt more naked in all my life, I blush as her eyes go lower and lower, her facial expression stays the same and I get more insecure. 

Her knee presses against me, hard, I blush, she must feel my wetness but she doesn't mention it. Her nails scratch down my stomach and my back arches up. "You little slut, had I not told you, to NOT move?" A deep sigh escapes her mouth, and I feel like I have let her down. "Close your eyes" I do as she ask and close my eyes, couple of seconds later I feel the blindfold slipping over my head, covering my eyes. Her hands grab my ankles and she ties me to the bed. "Spread your arms and hold the bed" Again I do what she asks of me and she ties my hand to the bed, it hurts. She repositions herself and sits on top of me. She is naked. 

I cannot see, but I feel her every move. Her hands slide over her body, her beautiful soft skin, and I hear her softly moan. "Tonight I am gonna take you, fill you, you will be mine. Completeley mine, I own you, you are not allowed to think, you obey. You will be mine. All of you. I claim you as my own." Her voice is raspy and I smile and I tell her "I want nothing else then to be Yours, completely taken, I am yours." 

"You are a good girl, I like that. A stupid brat, but at least you listen." I feel her leaning back, her body presses against mine and I want to touch her, I want her to touch me. I can only imagine what she must look like now, leaning back, all open for me to see, but I can't see. She moves back up, I feel something tingeling over my skin. It touches me, tickles me, arouses me. "This Heather, is my flogger. I want you to get to know it." She drags it along my breasts, my stomach, lowers it and with a flick of the hand she cracks it on my stumach. My back arches up and I bite my lip hard not to make a sound. She laughs. "Good girl, now what did you forget? Let's try that again, shall we?" She runs the flogger through her hands and unexpecticly brings it down again, even harder then last time. I almost scream it, "Thank You". She laughs "That is better."

She puts the flogger to the side and leans over me. Her tongue traces my lips and I so badly want her to kiss me. I want her to take me, I need her to take me. Her lips press down, and her tongue enters my mouth. Her kiss so intense, passionate, wild, hungry, making me ache for more. Her hand slides over my stomach, her nails dig in my skin, and then she stops kissing me. For a moment I think that she is leaving me here, all tied up, alone. "I told you not to think, she slaps me. I know how you are. Don't make me repeat myself again." 

She grabs my hair and pulls my head back, her tongue licks over my throat. "You are mine, I am claiming what is mine." Her fingers run through my wetness and I gasp. Her touch, so smooth, so experienced, so hot. She is quiet, not a sound escapes from those gorgeous lips, she is claiming me, as she enters me. 

I whisper "Yours, all Yours".

Really? EVA? - Anonymous

I am primarily straight, but on the odd occasion,  a certain type of woman can create a little bi streak in me. 

There is such a woman at the Dominion. She is funny, intelligent, strong and witty. She has a beautiful voice and commands respect wherever she goes.

I sometimes imagine what it would be like to touch her, to taste her, to hold her in my arms, to feel her quiver with desire.

I confess that sometimes, just sometimes, I'd like to give Evangeline Eames a long, slow, deep, passionate kiss.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Poem - David Lorefield

A whim, no more. No  rhyme or reason there
A leaf that falls untimely to the ground
To help me leave behind the strife unfair
Another life, a second time around

I found my way to you that summer eve 
My purpose just to find a way to live
For moments free from pain that sorrows leave,
To find my purpose here, my soul to give.

I didn’t really know my mind, and yet
Despite untruth and shameful history,
Your help and guidance, freely given, let
Me know and understand, my mind set free

My fears, alive and breathing, now I faced
And shared with you, expecting nought but hate.
But even now you cared enough to taste
My pain and soothe the wounds, and seal my fate

You opened up a door into your soul
And bathed me in the light from far within
Without you now my life would not be whole
I follow where you lead, your love to win.

And so my fears subside and leave me calm
In knowledge new and hope for future days
Devoted to you, healing words to balm
Your needs, submitting freely to your ways.