Confession By Lady Jade

It was FemDom weekend.

I was asked to read a Very Special confession for the Celebration. My Television was on in the background and it was loud. My husband was watching it and I told him, " In about 20 minutes Im going to be reading on Voice so your going to have to turn down the game". He didnt grumbled under his voice like I expected, but instead, when it came time, He did as he was told like a good boy! I was Very Pleased with Him and Thought, This deserves something special when I'm done.

It was my turn to read and just before I started I gave him a quick glance, cleared my throat and said "ok, Im up now".

I started to read slowly , taking my Time so I wouldnt Studder or trip over the words. I can nervous when i read out loud so this was Hard for me.

Everything was going according to plan, my words flowed out of my mouth slowly, I could breath, and my hands werent nearly as Clamy as they usually are.

All of a sudden halfway through ... I hear this Loud Obnoxious Long sound of a fart escaping from my Husbands Tight Ass! I pause for a split second thinking, was that? did he just? Oh......My Gawd he did...

I tell myself, keep going, maybe they didnt hear it...

or maybe they did and think I did it,

oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,

dont read local chat just in case their Laughing at you.

Shit I cant Fucking believe he did that. the Bastard!! Im gonna Get him when this is over!

I try to remain Calm, and take in a deep breath to try and relax, But Nuuuuuu

Now I can Smell it ... dont choke, dont choke, try and breath, , no wait, dont breath, hold your breath and just finish and get it over with....

oh god oh god why does he have to do this shit to me... 30 fucking yrs of this and I know him... I know he does this kind of stuff on purpose!

Im gonna kill him.

I manage to finish the story.

My husband sits there, the game still on and i stand up, I walk over to him and Glare at him. he beggins to laugh. Still glaring at him I tell him, How Dare you? Why would you do that to me while I am on voice? You knew I would be reading, and this Mic pics up everything! he continued to laugh and I became More Angry. and Then I tell him until you apologize and Make up for this, You Cut off!

He apologized that Night, but has been cut off since.

Tonight, I will use the whip, the hand cuffs, and the Icy Hot.

He who Laughs last, Laughs Best!

The Boys Cage By Lady Thalia

Here you sit boy, inside my confinements

I surround you with my invisible steel

You feel me even though you dont see me, I am here

You reach out and touch the air, but your fingers find steel

You smile, cause I surround you with my invisible steel

You feel your leash tug against my bars

You hear me whisper your name

You close your eyes, and see me

as I surround you with my invisible steel

I am your cage, you surrender

you give me your all, you feel you belong to me

I surround you with my invisible steel

You are Mine!

Written by Thalia Pleides

Number 9 By Madi

Number 9

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The man arrived at his appointment. Walking into the front lobby he is welcomed by a stunning woman standing in the center of the lobby. The lighting was bright with tall windows and skylights. It was very modern.

“Mr. Smith” she says politely but with essence of authority “Welcome, come this way.”

Taken a bit back, Mr. Smith followed as ordered. He was expecting a bit warmer welcome. The two walk down a hall. The woman leading the way as they turn into an office.

“Mr. Smith, do you know why you are here?”

“I do” he replied.

“Your wife said you had some interest that she personally did not share” the woman replied.

“Mr. Smith we work with a lot of women like your wife and I assure you that what’s about to happen will fulfill all your interest and leave your wife with a better husband.

She turns and walks out the office. The door closes and he hears the lock. Hours past, she returns.

“Mr. Smith, I spoke with your wife to let her know you have arrived and she understands that this is a 2 week program. We are ready to begin once you sign the contract.”

She watches as he signs the paper. “You will now only be referred to as number 9, and every single woman here will be called “Lady”. Do you understand number 9?”

“Yes Lady” he replied.

“Good, now go through that door and remove all your clothes and we will begin”

“Yes Lady” he responded with quivering lips

And it did begin. And over the next two weeks number 9 was changed forever…..Details of the program are kept secret. Number 9 returned to his Wife to learn that she too had gone through a program. Upon calling her by her first name he was met with a harsh slap across the face. “You will call me only “my Lady, on your knees.”

The end.

Dominion Noir By Anonymous Domme

Day One

The Gold lettering on the office door had tarnished.

It looked more like brass.

I guess that was appropriate, my agency practice was more brass than gold too.

Detective’s in this burg are a dime a dozen.

There is a correspondence to the amount of crime that goes around.

Like any profession, there were high rollers, blue collar workers and stiffs.

My practice….such as it was, was more like….day labor.

Sporadic, unpredictable and the pay scale varied with the client.

At the moment, I was in a bit of a ……slump.

I hadn’t had a paying client cross my threshold in weeks.

I had been drinking my lunch and was just settling back with my feet on the desk when I heard the tap tap tap of high heels in the hall.

She entered without knocking, turned and locked the door behind her.

She was tall, blond and stacked.

She stood looking down at me like she’d never seen a three day bender before.

I stared back at her, gave her the old up and down.

I took my time as there was plenty to see.

The shoes were expensive, maybe Stiletto Moody’s.

The legs were long and curved the way Picasso could draw a line in the sand.

Long and smooth and with nicely dimpled knees.

The skirt was short….short enough to explain the catch in my breath.

I hiccupped a small breath to kick start my heart and forced myself to keep looking up.

The hips lead back to where I could just glimpse the curve of a perfect ass.

The kind of bottom that would cup perfectly in your hands.

The waist was thin but not anorexic; you could tell there was taut muscle there.

Further up…through the ample cleavage which distracted me for a small eternity was her face.

Ahhhh, angels weep to see a face like that. They know that type of perfection should only happen in heaven.

Big blue eyes, wide smile from generous lips all framed by cascades of long blond hair.

I noticed her lips were moving….OH…..she was speaking.

I took a moment to get my ears and brain coordinated and start listening instead of just staring.

Apparently she was a member of the Dominion….some sort of club she said.

Open membership, but…a specialized clientele. Whatever.

A friend of hers was missing….a….special friend she said.

She wanted my help in finding him.

He was last seen kneeling by her chair a week ago….I didn’t quite get that part…but she hadn’t seen him in a week.

She said that was unusual….that he was always there and wouldn’t have left without speaking to her.

Something had to be wrong….and…..could I find him.

Well…missing persons wasn’t exactly my forte`, but…when she held out a roll of Lindens….I began to feel a certain expertise seep into my resume.

I said I’d look into it for a retainer and expenses. She agreed, friended me and said to IM her as soon as I found anything. She passed me an LM and said I needed to be careful.

I told her I had been to Gor and back unarmed and was still in one piece…I didn’t think there would be much to worry about in a girls club.

She just smiled over her shoulder as she walked to the door and I could hear her tinkling laugh fade down the hall.

I decided to finish the bottle and get an early start the next morning. I tilted back my chair and contemplated the easy money to come.

Day 2

My memory of that evening is a little fuzzy, but….the next day is clear…..I woke up later than planned and tip toed as quietly as possible over to the sink in the john in the back corner of the office. The sound of my shoes clacking on the floor echoed like dropped bowling balls to my Jack Daniels enhanced hearing. Silence was the order of the day. I gently splashed water on my face as the sink filled, then impulsively put my face down into the icy water. The cold was…..invigorating….and restored a modicum of brain function as well as rinsed open my eyes which I discovered had developed an aversion to bright light over night.

Memory of the previous evening seeped in like one of those highlite reels at the cinema. Relevant pieces flickered to life…dame…money…missing person…Dominion!

I moaned and held my head as I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door.

I found the landmark tucked in my hatband…and headed over to check out this….Dominion.

Landed next to a courtyard, big rock pile mansion with the doors locked.

I bought a ticket for $250, made a note to charge that back to the client.

I noticed a small group of people sitting and kneeling around in an open area.

Decided to do a little of what we in the trade call…..investigating.

I sidled up next to a tall chick with an Aussie accent and said “Hello Doll”.

Now, I’m not real clear on what happened next, the “Jack” was still occupying the majority of my small capillaries.

But….from what I’ve pieced together….she seems to have objected to something I said.

Then, several of her lady friends jumped in…and before I could shout "5th amendment", I was in a cage with a gag in my mouth and minus all my clothes and a bunch of loonies shouting….”Time for Trials”

Now, I been known to bend the rules occasionally in an emergency…but I basically believe in due process and the rules of law.

This however…seemed to be …something else.

I hand walked my self up the wall to a standing position and minced over to the cell door.

Outside stood a tall female officer, blond hair…piercing blue eyes…low cut uniform…and a vicious looking pump shotgun.

I mumbled around my gag that I had been railroaded, and wanted a lawyer.

She just looked back at me and said “Relax, you’ll get one”

I leaned my throbbing head against the cool cell bars, closed my eyes…and waited.

I could see through the bars that we were in another open area that had been set up with chairs facing a podium area. There were a couple of cop cars parked to the side…I presumed others of the sims constabulary were in the crowd.

I heard someone shouting over the crowd…”Court is now in session, honorable judgery on the bench…bring out the first prisoner.”

I felt the cell doors opening and half fell out of the cell, the guard pushed me in the back with her shotgun toward a carpeted area in the middle of the crowd.

To the side by a small desk with a keg of Budweiser attached kneeled someone with a resigned smile on her face. She smiled up to me and whispered “I’m your attorney, would you like a brew now…or do you want to wait til after you’re convicted?”

I stared back at her and was about to respond when I heard the judge say…”What is this fucktard accused of?”

I turned toward the podium, but then heard from behind me a chorus of accusations….from “insolence”, to “ignorance” to “He doesn’t like carrots and refuses to take it up the ass!”

I admit….I was a little confused by that last charge.

As the pandemonium subsided, I heard off to the side…a calm voice say…”Your judgery, I would like to make an accusation that I believe…is most important.”

The courtyard fell silent as someone stood from the front row seats…my mouth fell open as I recognized the dame that had come to my office and started this whole thing.

“Judgery…Dominion sisters…you all recognize the defendant…He has been my loyal submissive for over a year….at this time…I would like to accuse him of being……………..missing”

I think it was at this point I started to think that maybe there was something wrong with my hearing.

I know the Jack was still swirling in my veins…but…what the hell was she talking about?

I was standing right here…and…submissive…what was that?…who was she?…what was going on here?

She continued…”Your judgery…a week ago in the courtyard…one of the ladies had suspended her sub over a nice campfire and we were all sitting around on logs roasting marshmallows and chatting as he whined. Well, my boy there was by my side…and made an unfortunate comment about my…age…upon which I requested that my boy take the place over the campfire for a while. This was approved and he was hung up for roasting. I then decided that perhaps he would be better stewed, a Mistress present said no problem and promptly rezed a nice stew pot on the fire. It all worked well…except…my boy was hanging a little low and kept hitting his head on the iron stew pot edge. We all thought it quite amusing…the hollow boinging sound was pleasant, and continued our conversations. After a while…late in the evening…we broke up and all logged to our homes.

It was the next day I began to notice the problem…my boy logged on…but did not IM or come to me.

He did not answer my IM’s. This continued for several days and I began to worry that something had happened to him. With the help of a few…uh…technically inclined ladies here…I finally tracked him down to a seedy sim and a decrepit building. He has apparently set himself up as a detective….hahahahha. He couldn’t find his a**…well, never mind. Yesterday, I went to his office and requested his help in finding my missing sub and gave him the motivation to come here…what you see before you is…mine…and I want him back. That is his avi….but he is missing. I fear…that the constant banging of his head on the stew pot has caused an unfortunate rearrangement of his brain pixels and given him amnesia.

I fell to my knees at this preposterous story, at a loss to begin to figure it out.

In the back ground I heard a mixture of comments…”oh, you poor girl”…”inconsiderate bastard”…”fucktard”…

I got the feeling that this was not a jury sympathetic to the defendant, stole a look at my attorney…she was snoring and drooling on her desk.

Behind me now, the judgery spoke up…Bailiff…please approach the bench.

The judge and the tall blond guard spoke in whispers for a while.

Then the judge announced that she had consulted with the magic 8 ball she kept by her podium and decided that because therapy and treatment was such an expensive and time consuming process that she decreed a more expedient solution to the problem.

During this announcement, I had not noticed the officer approaching me from behind until I saw from the corner of my eye the shotgun butt swinging toward my head.

I awoke later that evening, kneeling next to my beautiful Mistress…a slight ringing in my ears…but otherwise feeling fine. She said we would be going by and closing down that filthy office later.

I felt that I had been having a bad dream…but was happy to be back with my Dominion family.

I chatted with everyone…though some of them looked at me oddly.

Madi thanked me for not spoiling her 100% conviction record.

The end.

Bound To Watch By Hylarks

Bound To Watch

I was busy cleaning the kitchen and putting away the dishes from the dishwasher when I heard Mistress call for Dwayne. A slight smile hit my lips as I thought; my brother was in for an interesting evening. You see when Mistress got home from work the first words we heard were, “I will need my slut tonight and he had better be ready!” Dwayne and I were slaves to Mistress Rachel, bothers of sorts, I the domestic and he the slut.

I had offered my submission to Mistress Rachel only a few months ago. We had met at a local munch where I had prepared the food. Mistress to say the least was impressed and when she found out I was unowned and living alone she offered an alternative. She wished me to be her personal domestic, to move in to her home and take care of her day to day needs. This included light maintenance, gardening, cleaning, cooking, and laundry amongst other chores that she would assign as needed.

She issued a very serious warning with this though, primarily I would be her domestic slave however if she so wished I was to serve her in other ways. All her slaves must be able to serve her completely regardless of what their primary function was. After a few days and few more discussions, I accepted. I was placed on trial for a period of six months; I am still under her consideration.

Dwayne on the other hand had been with Mistress for many years. He served her dutifully and loved her very much. He was her sexual toy, her bitch and her slut. He submitted to her whenever she desired willingly and without complaint. He had other duties as well, he had to assist her when she bathed, he was responsible for making and preparing her bed, and he purchased and arranged all the flowers in the house. While I prepared all the meals and cleaned up after, he was the one who served her and stood by her while she ate.

In actual fact Dwayne and I grew very close and felt like brothers, he never hesitated in helping me and I in turn help him whenever he needed it. I am sure that pleased Mistress Rachel, however; Right then, all I could do was smile as he ran into her bedroom and closed the door.

I stopped working and thought of Mistress Rachel; she was a tall beautiful woman with an athletic build. However she was not what I expected, right from the start. Mistress was a professional so her demeanor and style reflected this. Very conservative to all appearances, but hidden inside was a very demanding Mistress with eyes that looked through you, not at you. Oh those eyes, how they riveted me, held me captive. I snapped to, realizing something was wrong and that I had been daydreaming. Then I heard her voice, agitated calling my name and obviously not for the first time. Without another thought I ran to her door and knocked, trembling slightly I wondered what was up.

“Get the fuck in here now”, Mistress demanded and I opened the door and blindly walked in. I did not see or hear her, only felt her grasp my arm with her hand and her knee in my stomach. My six foot, two hundred and forty pound frame hit the floor. I was now facing down, on my stomach, Mistress on top with her knee digging painfully into my shoulder and her hand holding my arm securely behind my back.

“Relax and this will be much easier on you, my boy”, she whispered softly in my ear. I exhaled and submitted to her physical control, relaxing my body. Mistress went to work binding my arms, placing binders at the wrists, elbows and just under the shoulders. Head gear was next, this piece could be fitting with blinders and a ball gag but at this point, thankfully, had neither.

When Mistress was happy, and I bound securely, she placed her hand under my chin and forced me to stand. Then my shorts, the only clothing I am permitted to wear inside the house, were removed. Mistress finally pushed me back to a kneeling position and fastened a leash to my collar, with the other end of the short leash fastened to the wall behind me. “Now my boy, I want you to watch and learn”.

I looked around the room, as she walked away from me, and saw Dwayne; tied to her bed face down, naked, save for the mask that prevented him from seeing or talking. The room was dark, only lit by a few candles. I had never seen what went on behind closed doors with Mistress and Dwayne nor did I ever ask. So now, caught unprepared, I found myself nervous.

She walked over to Dwayne; I looked at the imprints left by her boots in the carpet as she walked away from me. The leather low heeled riding boots that she loved wearing were both attractive and versatile. They served her well, in and out of the bedroom. It surprised me to see her completely naked except for her boots. I had never, before this, had that privilege. She began by tracing a single finger nail up Dwayne’s spine, starting at the small of his back. Mistress whispered something in his ear, I saw him tense up but had no idea what was being shared. She caressed his cheek with one hand as she reached for a large, wide candle with the other.

Dwayne arched against his restraints and moaned through the ball gag as the first drop of hot wax hit his skin. Mistress expertly applied very small drops of hot wax, moving the candle up and down his back. She paused between each drop till Dwayne relaxed before applying another. I could see her smile, hear his moans. Mistress was enjoying this and I found myself becoming aroused as I watched her. Mistress finally returned the candle to its holder and just stood in place, she made no movement, no sound. I felt for Dwayne, totally blind he had no idea what was happening.

Time stood still, and then Mistress slowly removed an ice cube from her drink and, as she did with her nails, traced it up Dwayne’s spine. I swear he panicked slightly as the cold hit his skin; he tensed up and struggled against his bindings for a brief moment. The melting ice cube was moved up and down his back leaving a glistening trail of moisture till his whole back was wet. At this point I was very aroused. Her control, cruelty and passion all served to excite me in ways I had never imagined possible. I was hard and wet with pre-cum, hoping against all hope that she would not notice.

Again Mistress whispered into Dwayne’s ear and again he clenched and pulled against his bonds. Then I saw why as Mistress removed a riding crop from the shaft of her right boot. Rubbing his exposed ass with one hand, she began to pull the crop up and down his legs being sure to caress his balls and cock with it whenever she reached that area. Then there was nothing, no sound, no movement. Poised like a cobra ready to strike, she stood above Dwayne and waited. She had a slight smile on her face and at that moment I felt a twinge of fear.

I cringed as five successive strikes landed squarely on Dwayne’s ass. I heard his moans through the gag and saw him struggle against his bonds. Then nothing, all went quiet as she stood poised waiting for Dwayne to collect himself again. Five more strikes, then five more. I was spellbound, mesmerized by this dominant, this woman, this Goddess. At this point I wanted to do nothing more than to serve, worship and please her in every way.

Then she was done. Mistress removed the mask from Dwayne and loosened his bindings. She whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek. I could see the tears in his eyes that stood out in stark contrast to the smile on his face. They were the tears of pain and the smile of pleasing her. I shivered as she glanced over at me, smiled and proceeded to walk towards me.

I felt her hand caress and cup my chin and lift it ever so slightly so I could look deep into her eyes. “To serve me, my boy, is to serve through pain. I am demanding both in and out of the bedroom. In serving me there are however, great rewards and pleasures”. The toe of her boot caressed the shaft of my hard cock; “rewards for good service are intoxicating and exotic”. She then kicked hard, my breath taken away as her booted foot struck my genitals. She leaned and whispered in my ear; “my punishments are equally so my boy, for bad service”. Mistress released my bindings as I struggled to catch my breath.

“Now, my boy, go to your room and think if you want to be truly mine and all that being mine entails. I will demand an answer in the morning. If you still wish to serve me, new training will begin immediately. If not, you will be gone by the time I get back home from work. The choice is yours and yours alone to make.”

I left her room and closed the door; I was smiling as I already knew my answer!!

Hylarks – July 2011

Walking Past by Dash

Walking past, it seemed like you didn't notice me. I sure noticed you.

Not that the UPS store doesn't have a lot to look at, with its wall of tan, corrugated boxes, and downbeat, dressed-in-tan clerks. The couple of people in line to ship boxes or pick up their mail from their P.O. boxes, they were there too. But none of them caught my eye.

I noticed your shoes at first, the heels. Smart, clean design. The tip, the heel, both coming to what seems like effortless points, acting less "made" and more "part of" your foot. It all seemed like an extension of your legs. In the instance when I was walking out and past you, I followed those legs up, wondering what their natural conclusion looked like. Fortunately for you, at least for the attention it'd get, the skirt was there to keep everyone guessing. And the blouse. And the small jacket. All the pieces fit. The care and know-how going into your style looked effortless.

You were 10, 15 years older than me. And that made you all-the-more… you.

I heard the clerk greet you with a "Hey there, not the usual fifty boxes today?" You laughed and said "No, not quite. I have a few more to bring in." As I walked to my car, I noticed a backseat with a few boxes next to my car. I got in the driver's seat and started looking at e-mail on my phone, trying to figure out if there was an angle to position it to give me the best view of you walking back out with the least likely chance you'd notice me…

Minutes past. You came back out. I watched you walk. I really watched. Boy, did I watch.

I smiled as you rounded the car trunk. You smiled back.

Opening the back door, you paused. The boxes looked unwieldy for just one trip back in.

"Excuse me, can I give you a hand?" "Ha, would you? I didn't realized I had so many to ship." "Sure, I'd be glad to."

Getting out, I tried not to stare More. I let out a little breath.

You smiled as I stacked the boxes on one arm, using my free hand to grab the last one from the seat. You smiled again and said "Good boy." I laughed.

Pushing open the door, you said to drop them on the counter, things were pre-paid, there was no signing. "Well that cuts down on things, pre-paying. Makes it all a little faster, free up some time." "That it does. Time is something you never seem to have enough of. I always multitask anyway, always have a few things going on at once."

I pushed open the door, trying to stifle a smile. You touched my arm as you walked out. You stopped on the passenger side of your car. I let out another short breath and stared to speak. You held up a finger. Leaning in , you said "I'd like to run a quick errand. I've got a trip coming up, I have to get a prescription for the flight. You should join me." "I… what now?" "Just to the drug store? A quick trip. It'll give you a few more minutes to stare at least."

I swallowed. I'm sure I went a little red. Maybe white.

"…if you'd like the company. And this is on your way back." "I would like the company. And it is."

Managing a smile, I nodded. You walked around the car, I gripped the passenger door handle, looking over. You reached the driver's side, looked over at me, widening your eyes. You paused. "Oh… right, yes…"

I moved around and opened your door, giving a polite laugh at my misstep. You did not laugh back. Closing your doors, I rolled my eyes.

Sitting down beside you, I tried again not to stare. Tried. YOu looked over, I smiled again. You did not.

As we pulled forward to merge with the oncoming traffic, I clicked my seatbelt in place.

"I'm surprised, you seemed a bit more… on point." "What's that now? On point for what?" "For knowing how to behave. For knowing your place."

This time I was sure I was red. "My place? My place… in the car?" I started to taste cotton, I couldn't believe I'd actually gotten in the car and started to flame out before we got into traffic….

"Your place." You pointed to your lap. "Right now, your place is here."

"…my place is where?"

"Wow. Are you simple? Can you listen?"

"…yes, of course. Listen to what?"

You sighed. We pulled into traffic.

"Unbuckle your seatbelt. And get in your place."

I felt myself pulse. Things slowed down. I indadvertedly put my lower lip under my upper lip. I exhaled.

"I don't know what you mean. You want me to.."

"You have a hard time listening. Get in your place. Now. I won't ask again."

Your nostrils flared a little. I felt myself pulse again.

Unbuckling the seatbelt, I slid towards you. We had pulled to a light, stopping. I leaned over the armrest, eyes on yours. You turned to me, putting your hand on my neck, pushing my head down. I had to crawl over more, my midsection on the armrest, legs pushing a little against the passenger door.

The car lurched forward again.

My face was in your lap. I tried not to breath too heavily. I just stared forward. With your left hand, you raised your skirt to your waistline. I exhaled audibly. You pushed my head down into you.

"Go slow."

I swallowed hard, I was also sure it was audible. I started kissing, tasting cotton on my lips. I tried to keep my eyes open.

As I kissed, I felt the start and stop at lights. I looked up to see if there was somebody in the lane beside me and heard "No. Get in your place," and felt your hand on the top of my head. I lowered it back down. I pressed into the armrest, my pants getting damp.

It felt like hours of driving, though I'm sure it was minutes. I kept kissing slowly, pushing out a little with my lips. As we drove, I started to speed up. You cupped my chin, and shook my head "no." I slowed down again.

"Use your tongue." I paused again, feeling the steering wheel on my ear. Extending my tongue, I lapped at you. I could hear my heart beat in my ears.

We stopped again. I heard your electric window roll down. You gave the pharmacist your name. I stopped cold. "Continue, please." I extended my tongue again, feeling your inner thigh. Puckering, I lapped with lips and tongue.

"In a moment, you'll stop when I tell you. Act like you're sleeping, head to the side, look comfortable. Have your body relaxed." I nodded.

As the engine idled, I pushed into you. You still didn't make a sound.

"Okay, pause. Lean your head in." I stopped, swallowed.

"Hi there. Thanks for working this in today. Hmm? Oh, he's had the worst day, he just passed out. That'll teach him to start drinking at 10…" You laughed, and pulled away from the window.

"Resume please." I turned back into you, licking and kissing.

As we drove, I kept inhaling you. The seat, your clothes, your skin, I'd made everything damp, at least I thought I had. My nose keep pressing in, feeling a mix of fabric and skin. It was so hard to not speed up. So hard.

I shifted, rubbing against the arm rest. I stiffened my tongue, holding it between my teeth, bobbing up and down. Again what felt like hours must have been minutes.

The car came to a stop. I felt my shoulders move as i inhaled. I began lapping faster.

"That'll do." You put your hand down in front of my face, your nails on my cheek. I lifted up. You nodded, adjusting your skirt back down. I sat up fully, trying to cover my waist with my shirt. We were back at the UPS store.

You gestured to the door. Exhaling, I exited the car. I looked back into the car, tracing up from your legs again. "Thank you for your help. Good boy." "…you're welcome."

I closed the door, staring as you drove back into traffic.

Addiction by Anonymous

ADDICTION .. by Anonymous

Is all addiction bad? I hope not, for I do have an addiction.

It all did catch me by surprise, a harmless comment to the Lady I had a crush on in local chat, one that I had "perved" on and who had always made me smile in the courtyard. I grew excited with a reply from her. Oh my! I reply with a little joke and she laughs!! Thinking I am safe, she is not looking for a boy, we chat a little. The next day, I ask if I may IM her. Smart, funny, sexy, sweet, and let's not forget demanding that she hides so well. It all starts, My Addiction, as I look back. We continue to talk , the IM conversations are wonderful. I try to prove myself to her everyday, maybe there is a spot for me with her, if I am lucky I think.

However, it almost ends. A real life issue interrupts and with her grace and experience, she helps me through one of the roughest patches in my life. My fondness only grows. I really not sure what I would have done without her.

As my life returns to normal, my addiction grows, each day I see her, talk with her, I am more amazed with her. My thoughts are more and more with her, when I wake in the morning , when I go to sleep, when I get to work, when I leave for work, I think of her, the addiction has taken hold.

It does continue to grow. Every day, I try to prove that I am worthy of her, to be on my knees in front of her. She is everything to me. She grows more beautiful and graceful every day to me. I do feel truly lucky to have found her. It is much more than an addiction now. I only want to please her … I do love my Goddess.

I only hope she keeps me. Does The Dominion have a 12-step program?

Hurt By Lady Siofra

Lying half awake trying to slip asleep your actions toy with my mind. I don't know why I reach for you. Its not that its a bad thing, but to often others have come before you and kept me hanging on until I push the choice. Not just in D.s but in other relationships.

So I have become the one who ends relationships. It hurts to be that person, as much as it is to be the one dumped. Only one person has dumped me, it was the only time I sobbed for someone I couldn't have.

I sobbed when I left my first boyfriend. I sobbed cause I realized I should have ended it sooner.

I don't sob much, I'll tear up a lot, but my my mother made sure to hammer in me not to cry. I would do something wrong, and get beaten. When I cried from the pain, i was beaten harder. It got to the point where I had to force back tears.

It because of this I think internally hate crying, as well as really take care when it come to pain play. I am sadistic, but I enjoy it when I know the other person enjoys it.

So i feel myself already putting up the walls, I don't want the pain of the negative, I don't want to hurt by another girl who I consider collaring. This non-communication it hurts and scares me

I Wonder by Robb Darkbyrd

I wonder…

I wonder about that place,

That place I imagine

I wonder what it would be like,

To be inside, to be a part of,

Inside that circle.

To feel that feeling, of belonging.

To hear those words,

Your words.

An angel’s words.

To feel that that touch,

Your touch.

A silky touch.

To hear that voice,

Your voice.

Your tender, kind voice.

To feel your love,

A woman’s love.

I let myself drift to that place,

And I fall into a hazy bliss, so at peace,

Fully enraptured.

All the noise and haze about,

Drifts away and there is nothing else,

But you, and I, inside.

Finally free,

Free to feel,

to feel all.

I linger in this place,

Longer then I should,

Knowing it won’t last,

But I allow myself to,

And savor being close to you.

My heart bursts imagining it all,

and I slowly slide out from my place, our place,

I let myself drift slowly to the surface.

I am left with a smile,

The feeling of the sun washing over me,

A soft, tender melody tugs at my heart,

As I close my eyes,

And I float,

Thinking of you, and I.

And I wonder…

Anonymous Confession

Clothes Pins, a Camera, chastity cage, and the edge

Recently my Miss was in a particular mood. Her day had not gone as planned and was polished off by some events in second life. All this added up to this sub doing their best to not only comfort her, but also not give her anymore stress. One of my rules from my Miss is that my orgasms belong to her or my real life partner.

On this night my Miss asked if I was locked in my chastity cage for the night. Something she requires whenever it is possible. I respond I was not. Within 2 seconds she said to go put it on right then and there. It didn’t take long and I was well confined in the device.

My Miss loves sounds. She loves to hear the moans and whimpers of pleasure and pleasurable pain. There was still a feeling of intensity in her voice. I can’t recall the exact moment, but she wanted me to put clothes pins on my nipples and tug on them. In her commanding voice she said you better be obeying. Before long we were using Skype. She could see me, but she would not permit me to see her….yet. This was a first in our relationship. We have talked on Skype voice, but never used the camera. The video started

.

I was vulnerable before her, naked, clothes pins on my nipples and my now hard cock caged. Her voice filling my ears with her commands “tug harder, harder, then take them off, put them on your balls, tug on them”.

Then she turned her camera on. She is so beautiful, I could see the devilish grin on her face as she watched me squirm and obey. It only turned me on more. She continued her teasing even offering me little glances of her beautiful breast. Cupping them and smiling at me. She had me, she controlled me, and I was her toy.

“Take it off” meaning the cage she said. My last orgasm to this point was 6 days earlier. I thought tonight my Miss would have mercy on me. “Stroke slowly” she said “put the clothes pins on the tip” she added. It felt so good. She just grinned their on the camera and teased me.

The pins came off and she told me “stroke hard and fast, but to stop right at the edge, do not cum”. On the brink, I stopped, I took my hands off.

Then, her soft lips parted, hoping she would say finish and cum for her, she uttered the words…. “Lock it back up”. There would be no release for me. I was shaking and fumbling, standing there naked on camera fighting the cage. With much frustration I battled my hard cock to secure the evil cage once more around it. I don’t know when I will be given another chance, but seeing her pleasure and joy makes it completely worth it.

Adieu By Lady Eloise

Dear Dominion,

It is with heavy heart that I write this. With even heavier heart that this must be a sudden decision that I feel necessary to share with you all, my SL family.

I have loved my time in this lovely virtual world we call Second Life. I have made friends and contacts, touched and been touched, felt sisters I've never had, and been accepted for who I am. I've been comfortable here, and have developed my inner character, expanded my soul, bared it and felt the gift of grace through your kindnesses.

I have loved being on staff here, first as an instant Lady of The Dominion 9.29.08, Esteemed Lady of the Dominion, 5.26.09 and to my honor, High Mistress on 11.18.09. I cherish these titles.

I cherish my friends, and love Evangeline Eames for seeing something in me, and taking a chance with my friendship and faith. Being your Dominion DJ, was the most exciting privilege I've artistically expressed and it was always an exquisite experience for me, getting to play dedication to those who love each other, from my turntable, to your hearts. IT was my crack, so addictive and satisfying.

Recently, my RL has had an overwhelming crisis. My MIL was diagnosed last week with Melanoma of the Brain, and lung cancer. IT hit us out of the blue, and she might have three months to live. * at the present time, she may not make it til the weekend* At the same time, my Mother- who lives with me was told her kidneys are functioning at only 10%. She will begin Dialysis in 5 weeks. My Grandparents- who raised me, at 96 and 91 want to move to be closer to us, ( 200) miles, and live the rest of their lives nearby. My MIL's bucketlist is to see my stepdaughter married. I am planning a rushed wedding and prepping for whatever company will invade our home. My husband is one of 9 children, and they are all extremely close. Also, my husband's company is on strike, and he must work 14-16 hour days. I can not spread myself any thinner dear friends, and because of this obligation I must bid SL adieu. I can not do one more thing outside of my family, and I know you all understand this.

Also, my MIL has asked that we all revisit our personal faith and believes. Many of you know, I'm a preachers kid. I have promised to renew my faith, and live with my convictions.

I can't do both and not be a hypocrite. It is a challenge, but I have to do this for myself. I love my boy Watts, and as close as we are, he fully understands and supports my decision.

To my friends, I want to say a few words. To Lady Christy, you have been a joy to know, a source of incredible example, and I appreciate the kindness you and Epi have shown me all the way back from OWK. You will be missed

.

To the incredible Joie Arai, I admire your beauty, your conviction, your passion and your sweet side. I've luckily been privy to it, and I appreciate your kindness. I will miss your giggle and your voice. When I see a redhead, I will think of you. Eroyan, I will always think of you when I hear "These Hands", keep loving your Mistress, she is an amazing lady.

To Zarita Shan and Maisy Dollinger, I will never, never forget the way you two stood up for me, held out your arms, and loved me for me. You both are true friends and I can not thank you enough for loving me as I am. Alex and Russell, you are both so special to me, please take care of your ladies, they are so rare. Russell, meeting you in RL was one of my favorite memories ever, and I will always remember that lunch as being so perfect and for being so supportative.

To my musical muse, Miss Janice Jupiter, I love you.. your style and kindness, your support with my music, and your beautiful photography. I will miss you lovely lady. To Violet Darkstone, such an intelligent woman, and so heartfelt and kind. I love your voice, wear your tiara in the bathtub, you are lovely!Derek, when I became sick and had to leave SL on medical leave, you sent me the most kind letter. I'll never forget that. To Gabrielle Rhapsody, I love your grace and giving heart, I admire you so much, I will miss you.

I'm close to many Esteemed ladies, Jadey, my twin sister, you know my heart, what's in it and you've kept my secrets safe. I love you. Pete and Bish, take care of this marvelous woman, how lucky you both are. Jadey, please look after my Watts. I trust you with his heart.

Summah- Summer- my darling funk soul sister, I will always be your Fag Hag.. I love you. Cats, you lucky thing never forget to honor your lady with your favorite music. Miyani, I will miss your flirty self, and the way we always saw eye to eye on etiquette. Crissy, you NEVER missed a set, a show, always a supporter of whatever I did, what you don't know is I'm your fan. Thank you for believing in me.

Kivrin, I think you are the most beautiful soul. My bubble bath sister. I love how alike we are, your * warmgrins* made my socks roll up and down, you are such a girly girl.. I love you.

To the Dominion girls club-- whom I refer to as

THE REAL D WORD, I admire the strength and intregrity of

you all. Zaira, the next time you are in Texas, come see me, I hate I missed you the first time. You are lovely. Heather,

what a talented and incredible person you are, Take good Care of Lady Cera, you two are gorgeous together. I wish you both the best and know you've both got the love to lift each other up. Madi, you've grown so much, I'm so proud of you, keep looking forward and don't forget to glimspe yourself in the mirror and remember what an amazing person you are.

I've said it so it must be true! winks* Leasha, you have the

sweetest and dearest heart, full of love and affection, I wish you happiness and the best luck with your nursing career.

Gia, I can not say enough about you. You amaze me all the

time, your brilliance and drive, attention to detail and spirit move me. You have such a rare quality about you, I feel with all I am that you will make a difference in the lifes of whomever you help, whomever you love and I wish you a lifetime of green apples and love. And, if you are in Texas, come and stay with us, I'll feed you well.

To Wheels, I wish you good health and I hope you find that

everlasting love you seek, you have the most generous

heart, and beautiful eyes. Thank you for loving me as I am.

To Gregie, Van, and Rothko, love Eva as hard as you can, she is so amazing.. and you three are so lucky. Gregie, thank you for always helping me no matter what the task is. You are lovely and talented, and I wish you the best- but wait, you have it in Miss Eva. To Silk, thank you for all your kindness and your beautiful voice. Thank you for calling me that day to let me know you were alright, so I could tell Destiny. That was so thoughtful. To Mr. Maz, I am such a fan. You are magnificient, your talent is so epic, and you are so humble. Thank you for all your hard work, and your beautiful artwork. I appreciate you so much. Hanna, my neighbor, you are amazing, funny, and such a good sport. I hope you come visit me if you are in Dallas... open invite. Hylarks, keep pushing forward, I wish you luck with your new open roads, and I wish you happiness.

My darling DJ friends.. Miss Pamela Emmonds, you are the bomb diggity, an amazingly funny and talented person. I love how quick you are.. and how kind. To Siofra, you go girl.. how talented you are, how learned and special. I love your sets, and how precious your heart is. Thank you for loving me as I am, and for encouraging me. Miss Sue Rozen, I love mySue, and I miss you, always a beautiful voice, a sweet chuckle and so brilliant.

Strahl, keep up the incredible work, you are an amazing young man. I dig The Strahl. You've got the right stuff.

My friend Raffi, I love your genuiness, and your heart. You've been my friend through thick and thin, I wish you love to you and Mylene. To Ty Oddfellow, how eloquent and kind you've been to me. Thank you for your advice and friendship, I value both. To Persephony, thank you for allowing me to participate in your collaring, I wish you both loyalty and love, and true happiness. Ravenous, such strength and beauty, Thank you for considering me your friend, its been my honor.. I will never forget your confession, and how you included me. I was so humbled.

To Mo, thank you for loving me as I am.. you have such an incredible generosity in your heart, and are so talented. I love your style, and I will miss your accent.

To Maddie Broome, I just love you. I love your heart, and your Southerness, I love that you always have the right thing to say and your fierce - do the right thing- attitude. I will always want you in my corner, and I've had the privilege of designing something just for you, seeing that on your RL photo.. took my breath away. You are so beautiful. Thank you for the bourbon balls, they make you dream if you eat one before bedtime.

My friend Destiny.. thank you for loving me as I am. In SL and RL, thank you for holding my hand from time to time, and for gracing my home. You must come back to Texas to see me... I'm holding your pink suitcase randsome. I love you.

and Finally, to my darling friend Eva, thank you for believing in me, for loving me as I am and as I hope to be. Thank you for believing in me enough to make me part of your life, and for trusting me with your faith. You never let me down, and you always amaze me. Thank you for your love, advice and humor, for allowing me to come back to Dominion after I was so ill, and for taking a chance on a chick from Texas.. with too many accessories. I will miss you so much, but I know you understand what I'm about to go through. Eva, what you've accomplished in your young life is breathtaking, you do it with such devotion and love, I admire you so, you are in my heart, the price above rubies.

And, to my boy Watts.. who has always believed in me, never let me down and loved me for me.. I will miss you most of all. I will miss dancing in your strong arms, picking out bizarre outfits for you to wear, that you cheerfully wore to please me, and the depth of your love and devotion. I will miss you most, I love you. Never forget our songs, and turn to Miss Jade and Miss Roxy when you need to. They understand and will hold your hand.

Thank you Dominion, thank you for loving me as I am, some of you may hate me, and are glad to see me go, some of you-- I hope more- than some will miss me. All in all, lift your glass and cheers.. "To the Dominion".. rock on! Don't be sad, rejoyce in the love we all have together. If you want to email me, you can IM me from Fetlife. I will get it.

All my love,

Eloise Mureaux

Siofra, please play the song " Everybody Hurts" by Tina Arena for us to hear, it is the right song from my heart.

Ice Cubes X Rated by Heather

Close your eyes. Listen to my voice. Let it mesmerize you. Absorb the words that you're about to hear. For these words are a reality, they are a fantasy, I call this .. icecubes.

"Hmm, what to do with you today my girl? How would you feel about a little iceplay today?" I moan, softly, before we even begin our little game, which is not a game. This is reality. "Get four icecubes and get your toy. Hurry up!"

I run to the freezer and pop out four icecubes. My hands are freezing already just by getting them and I quickly throw them in a bowl. I walk back to the computer and my bed and grab my toy and whispers to her, "Ready Mistress."

Her voice is steady, sexy as she softly and huskily whispers to me, "Get two icecubes and melt them on your nipples. No cheating. I want your nipples to be rock hard for me. I want you to slowly circle the cubes until you quiver, do you understand?" I nod and whisper a soft, "yes Mistress".

I gasp and mutter a soft, "fuck my life!" as the icecubes touch my nipples. It is cold. Freezing actually. It hurts. My nipples respond immediately. I hear her chuckle. "Hmm, are you in pain my girl? Good. That's what I like to hear."

Ice takes a long time to melt. The water drips down my chest, on to my tummy and on the sheets. I am freezing all over and I can feel something else get wet to. Very wet. The sounds coming from my throat are hardly moans, they are little screams, gasps and words I cannot repeat, I am so cold and so turned on. When there is little ice left I whisper into the mic, "Almost gone, Mistress". I hear her laugh and I glance at the other two icecubes, having no idea what they are going to be used for.

I wish she was here. I wish she would blow hot breath onto my nipples, knowing it would hurt more, but it would be worth it, if only she was there. Her voice speaks through the headset. "Get another icecube and slide it through your, I'm sure, wet folds." I whine. I cannot stand the cold, it is painful and not very enjoyable. "Stop whining! Do it now, or I will make you melt down all the icecubes you got and I know you have tons. Do it. Now!" I pick up the ice cub and slide it through my, indeed, wet folds and grit my teeth. "Slide it inside you and push it all the way in with your toy." I gasp and moan as I do as she demands. I cannot tell if the wetness pouring out of me is water from the icecubes or my own juices, all I know it is flowing richly.

"Put your vibrator on the highest speed, slide it slowly in and out of you." I can hear her close, as if she is there, I imagine her hand gripping the toy and sliding it in and out of me, yearning for release already, release that will not come for quite some time, I'm horny, not stupid.

"Circle your clit with your finger. Don't you dare touch it. I want to hear you beg for it and maybe if you please me I will give you what you so desperately want, if you're lucky." I just nod, as no words are quite capable of saying what I want to say. I am unable to speak. I just moan and groan, loudly, long, soft and hard. I am aching for release, I am yearning for her touch. I'm a little slut.

My clit is throbbing. My wetness is flowing everywhere. The toy slides in and out of me easily. "Faster." One word. One thing on my mind. Orgasm. I dip the toy in again and slide it out fast, I wonder if this is what 'getting fucked' feels like. Somewhere deep down it hurts, or it aches, I cannot tell the difference anymore, it feels good and I so badly want to please her. "Talk to me, tell me what you are doing. Describe it for me, as if I could see it. Tell me a fantasy. Tell me your fantasy Heather."

So I describe it for her. Word for word. How I imagine her being there, sitting on the edge of my bed, not touching me, just looking and how her looks turns me on. How I ache for her touch, how I want her to do this to me. How my cheeks are flustered, how my voice breaks when I ask her, "Please Mistress, will you touch me?" She laughs. "Do it on your own. Finger yourself. Touch your clit. Hard, circle it, until you are about to come. Be sure to tell me, be sure to beg me for permission." I moan deeply and growls loudly. My orgasm isn't far away. I know exactly when I've gone too far and as my fingers slides over my clit faster and faster I beg her. I beg her to let me come. "Please Mistress, please let me cum." She chuckles some more. "How badly do you want to cum, Heather?" I groan, "I'll do anything, Mistress." I'm not even surprised at my own words, at this moment, I would do anything in order for her to let me cum.

"Get the last icecube, slide it in as deep as you can." I do as she says, as the icecube almost gets sucked in. I feel like a sinking Titanic, absoring all that it can find as it goes down, only to 'spit it out' on it's highest point, at the climax. God, I want to climax. So I beg, I beg to cum.

"I don't think you're ready, you little shit. I don't think you've been properly fucked. I think .. I need to do it myself."

I don't know how she's suddenly there, if it is a fantasy or a reality. But she is there, in all her glory, how gorgeous she is. How sexy she is. She turns me on, so badly. I want to get up and kneel before her, but she is on the bed before I can do anything and she twirls my hair around her fingers, pulling it hard, towars her face. She leans down and whispers in my ear,

"Tonight, my little shit, I'm claiming you as mine. Do you understand?" I nod again, and fall back down onto the pillow. Her finger nails scratch down my chest, leaving behind angry red welts, the lower she gets towards my pussy, the more bad I want her to touch me there. I want her to claim me as hers. Afterall, that is exaclty what I am. Hers.

She hoovers above me and I can see how she slides one end of a toy inside herself. My eyes grow bigger as I see what she has got in store for me. My priorities change all of a sudden, I don't want to cum, I want to please her. I want to touch her. But it is not what she wants. The other end of the dildo enters me with great ease. It hurts, but god it feels good. She fucks me, properly. Her nails dig into my breasts, my nipples and all I can say it, "Please Mistress, may I cum, you're killing me."

She moves in out of me faster and faster. She leans in closer as she bites my earlobe, I'm there. I need to climax. Right. Now. "My little slut. Do You want to cum? Ask me. Right now." To my best ability I whisper out loud, "Mistress, please, may I cum for You?" She laughs and removes to toy at the same time as I hear: "No!"

Outed By Anonymous

Anonymous, Outed.

I am…”Anonymous”.

I have written a dozen stories for confessions.

They were all…95% fiction.

I have decided you should finally hear a little about the real me.

The story you are about to hear…is 90%...true.

It was summer, a long hot summer as sometimes happens in Denver.

I had been married for about15 years.

I loved my husband, life was good…we had a beautiful 10 year old daughter.

We had worked together for a long time in property management.

We worked for separate companies now.

But, at the time we worked together we had a young employee named Kevin.

We hired him for minor maintenance while he was in High School.

We had known him now for over 10 years.

He had graduated from college and was now a successful computer programmer.

We met often, ate together, played board games, computer games, tennis…just hung out.

After one such evening, Kevin had gone….and I was apparently sitting looking…pensive.

While my husband sat looking at me, drinking a glass of wine and stareing at me.

Finally he asked the question… the conversation I had been…avoiding.

The old…”whats wrong” question.

I said the obvious…”nothing, nothings wrong….everything’s great.”

And it was…really….there was nothing wrong…that I could put my finger on.

But…among my husbands other abilities, was the ability to tell when I was…prevaricating.

Even if I didn’t know I was doing it.

So…he spent the better part of the evening…wheedling, and prying, and questioning…til finally…I broke down and admitted what I had been hiding from myself.

I was….a….little….smitten with Kevin. That’s all, just….having a little interior fantasy of him…..and….me….and…………..my husband.

It was just fantasy…mind tricks to ….occasionally…replay and imagine.

He just looked at me….smiled….and laughed a little.

He held me and said…”its ok, really…it’s ok…I’ve occasionally had Christy Brinkley invade my thoughts.”

We laughed it off, went to bed…and he completely took my mind off the conversation.

It was three weeks later, mid September on my birthday that I came home from work.

Hubby met me at the door with a kiss and a single rose…as he had for all my birthdays.

He had taken our daughter to my sisters for the weekend.

I changed, and we went to my favorite Italian restaurant for dinner, then to a movie.

I have no memory of what the movie was about, but…it was a lovely evening.

We came back home, it was late and we had planned a small drive in the mountains the next day.

We went up to our 2nd floor bedroom and after the usual ablutions climbed under the covers.

Hubby leaned over me and kissed me and I began to feel those warm sensations.

Then, he leaned up on his elbow and said…”wait…I forgot!…your birthday present!”

It’s in the closet…wait here…I’ll get it.

He hopped out of bed and went to the walk in closet, opened the door and stepped inside.

I lay back on the pillows wondering what extravagance he had gotten me this year.

I had been hinting about a variety of things for weeks.

I lay with my eyes half open as he came walking back to the bed…his hands were empty.

I laughed and said, you couldn’t find it in there in the dark?

He murmured back to me, no…I’ve got it right here behind me…and he stepped aside.

Revealing Kevin, young…muscled…curly haired Kevin standing as naked as my husband by the bed.

I started to say something…but…discovered…I seemed to have lost my voice.

Hubby indicated the left side of the bed and said to Kevin that’s your side…I like the right.

As Kevin lifted the covers and slipped onto the bed…hubby walked around and slid under the other side.

I was suddenly wide awake…and found I had developed a stutter. I sat up, holding the blanket in front of me.

I looked left…I looked right…left, right, left, right…..

I managed to gargle up a strangled….uhhhhh.

Hubby just reached up from his reclined position placed his hand on my left breast and pulled me back down.

He then leaned up over me…looked momentarily up at Kevin…and whispered to me…Happy Birthday darling.

Now…I have considered ending my story here…after all…you can all guess how it progressed from there.

Or…maybe you can’t.

And…I do know this audience…so…I’ll go on just a little bit further.

They were oh so gentle; I was oh so…flustered.

At first I just lay and let them dictate the action…I was the canvas and they were the painters.

And…it was…marvelous.

I guess I need to point out that neither of my boys was gay; they did nothing with each other.

But…they were also not…shy…the extent of their…co-operation…was stimulating.

My husband began kissing me…one hand behind my neck, the other on my breast.

Then…I felt another hand stroking my stomach.

Then my husband leaned up and slid his hand down to my thigh, as Kevin leaned up and began to kiss me.

My mind scattered…I noticed as my husband began to stroke lightly between my legs, but…the world was beginning to spin.

I may have lost track, there were hands moving everywhere, lips sucking, moans…I was panting.

It was dark….I lost track…someone was kissing me and tweaking my nipples…as someone else licked and teased me mercilessly.

I was on my side hugging and kissing as someone stroked into me from behind and the one in front rolled my clit side to side.

I was riding one as the other leaned in and suckled my breasts, I lay sweating and taking long slow breaths as two hands roamed up and down my body…my legs spread wide over each of their thighs.

One of them would rest and squeeze my hand, as the other pounded into me.

As that one finished, the other would take over and it went on and on and on.

At times I got a second wind and became demanding and directed the action.

I found that sucking two cocks at the same time is twice as much fun.

I found that having two in me at once is…intense.

We slept, we awoke and started again…and finally….we just slept.

The next morning, I awoke and there was just one man in my bed…Kevin.

He awoke…ahhh…the stamina of the young…he leaned in, kissed me and I could feel him hard against my hip.

I rolled over on top of him and proceeded to grind him into the mattress.

Eventually, as I lay panting on top of him…I heard noises downstairs.

My modesty seemed to have fled…I left the bed naked pulling Kevin by the hand behind.

Downstairs I found hubby had fixed a large breakfast for three.

He told us to hurry up and eat; we needed to get on the road.

I looked at him…and he said…”Oh…didn’t I mention…Kevins coming with us…it’s your birthday weekend!”

I’ve reserved a room for us… and your present… in Aspen.

Eat, shower, dress…..lets go people!

Your…sometimes shy, sometimes not… Author

“Anonymous”

Walking Past by Dash

Walking past, it seemed like you didn't notice me. I sure noticed you.

Not that the UPS store doesn't have a lot to look at, with its wall of tan, corrugated boxes, and downbeat, dressed-in-tan clerks. The couple of people in line to ship boxes or pick up their mail from their P.O. boxes, they were there too. But none of them caught my eye.

I noticed your shoes at first, the heels. Smart, clean design. The tip, the heel, both coming to what seems like effortless points, acting less "made" and more "part of" your foot. It all seemed like an extension of your legs. In the instance when I was walking out and past you, I followed those legs up, wondering what their natural conclusion looked like. Fortunately for you, at least for the attention it'd get, the skirt was there to keep everyone guessing. And the blouse. And the small jacket. All the pieces fit. The care and know-how going into your style looked effortless.

You were 10, 15 years older than me. And that made you all-the-more… you.

I heard the clerk greet you with a "Hey there, not the usual fifty boxes today?" You laughed and said "No, not quite. I have a few more to bring in." As I walked to my car, I noticed a backseat with a few boxes next to my car. I got in the driver's seat and started looking at e-mail on my phone, trying to figure out if there was an angle to position it to give me the best view of you walking back out with the least likely chance you'd notice me…

Minutes past. You came back out. I watched you walk. I really watched. Boy, did I watch.

I smiled as you rounded the car trunk. You smiled back.

Opening the back door, you paused. The boxes looked unwieldy for just one trip back in.

"Excuse me, can I give you a hand?" "Ha, would you? I didn't realized I had so many to ship." "Sure, I'd be glad to."

Getting out, I tried not to stare More. I let out a little breath.

You smiled as I stacked the boxes on one arm, using my free hand to grab the last one from the seat. You smiled again and said "Good boy." I laughed.

Pushing open the door, you said to drop them on the counter, things were pre-paid, there was no signing. "Well that cuts down on things, pre-paying. Makes it all a little faster, free up some time." "That it does. Time is something you never seem to have enough of. I always multitask anyway, always have a few things going on at once."

I pushed open the door, trying to stifle a smile. You touched my arm as you walked out. You stopped on the passenger side of your car. I let out another short breath and stared to speak. You held up a finger. Leaning in , you said "I'd like to run a quick errand. I've got a trip coming up, I have to get a prescription for the flight. You should join me." "I… what now?" "Just to the drug store? A quick trip. It'll give you a few more minutes to stare at least."

I swallowed. I'm sure I went a little red. Maybe white.

"…if you'd like the company. And this is on your way back." "I would like the company. And it is."

Managing a smile, I nodded. You walked around the car, I gripped the passenger door handle, looking over. You reached the driver's side, looked over at me, widening your eyes. You paused. "Oh… right, yes…"

I moved around and opened your door, giving a polite laugh at my misstep. You did not laugh back. Closing your doors, I rolled my eyes.

Sitting down beside you, I tried again not to stare. Tried. YOu looked over, I smiled again. You did not.

As we pulled forward to merge with the oncoming traffic, I clicked my seatbelt in place.

"I'm surprised, you seemed a bit more… on point." "What's that now? On point for what?" "For knowing how to behave. For knowing your place."

This time I was sure I was red. "My place? My place… in the car?" I started to taste cotton, I couldn't believe I'd actually gotten in the car and started to flame out before we got into traffic….

"Your place." You pointed to your lap. "Right now, your place is here."

"…my place is where?"

"Wow. Are you simple? Can you listen?"

"…yes, of course. Listen to what?"

You sighed. We pulled into traffic.

"Unbuckle your seatbelt. And get in your place."

I felt myself pulse. Things slowed down. I indadvertedly put my lower lip under my upper lip. I exhaled.

"I don't know what you mean. You want me to.."

"You have a hard time listening. Get in your place. Now. I won't ask again."

Your nostrils flared a little. I felt myself pulse again.

Unbuckling the seatbelt, I slid towards you. We had pulled to a light, stopping. I leaned over the armrest, eyes on yours. You turned to me, putting your hand on my neck, pushing my head down. I had to crawl over more, my midsection on the armrest, legs pushing a little against the passenger door.

The car lurched forward again.

My face was in your lap. I tried not to breath too heavily. I just stared forward. With your left hand, you raised your skirt to your waistline. I exhaled audibly. You pushed my head down into you.

"Go slow."

I swallowed hard, I was also sure it was audible. I started kissing, tasting cotton on my lips. I tried to keep my eyes open.

As I kissed, I felt the start and stop at lights. I looked up to see if there was somebody in the lane beside me and heard "No. Get in your place," and felt your hand on the top of my head. I lowered it back down. I pressed into the armrest, my pants getting damp.

It felt like hours of driving, though I'm sure it was minutes. I kept kissing slowly, pushing out a little with my lips. As we drove, I started to speed up. You cupped my chin, and shook my head "no." I slowed down again.

"Use your tongue." I paused again, feeling the steering wheel on my ear. Extending my tongue, I lapped at you. I could hear my heart beat in my ears.

We stopped again. I heard your electric window roll down. You gave the pharmacist your name. I stopped cold. "Continue, please." I extended my tongue again, feeling your inner thigh. Puckering, I lapped with lips and tongue.

"In a moment, you'll stop when I tell you. Act like you're sleeping, head to the side, look comfortable. Have your body relaxed." I nodded.

As the engine idled, I pushed into you. You still didn't make a sound.

"Okay, pause. Lean your head in." I stopped, swallowed.

"Hi there. Thanks for working this in today. Hmm? Oh, he's had the worst day, he just passed out. That'll teach him to start drinking at 10…" You laughed, and pulled away from the window.

"Resume please." I turned back into you, licking and kissing.

As we drove, I kept inhaling you. The seat, your clothes, your skin, I'd made everything damp, at least I thought I had. My nose keep pressing in, feeling a mix of fabric and skin. It was so hard to not speed up. So hard.

I shifted, rubbing against the arm rest. I stiffened my tongue, holding it between my teeth, bobbing up and down. Again what felt like hours must have been minutes.

The car came to a stop. I felt my shoulders move as i inhaled. I began lapping faster.

"That'll do." You put your hand down in front of my face, your nails on my cheek. I lifted up. You nodded, adjusting your skirt back down. I sat up fully, trying to cover my waist with my shirt. We were back at the UPS store.

You gestured to the door. Exhaling, I exited the car. I looked back into the car, tracing up from your legs again. "Thank you for your help. Good boy." "…you're welcome."

I closed the door, staring as you drove back into traffic.

Mistress By Anonymous

Ok I was asked to give you this by a friend of mine who is a Mistress at Dominion and wants to submit something for the special FemDay Confession session but wishes to remain anonymous. She plans on attending so maybe you will be able to get her to confession she wrote it after it is read. It was written as a tease to her boy.

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I would love to be woken with your face between my thighs. I would wrap my legs around your shoulders, arch my back and thrust up hips. Yes my fingers would be in your hair and my voice husky as I tell you where to lick and suck, how hard, how deep, how long. I am very wet now and could just imagine how wet I would be with your tongue and mouth on me; your face would be coated with my juice. I can imagine you having issue breathing as I push your head into me more, my hips grinding and thrusting, and my heels digging into your back as my thighs press against your head. Oh I would have so much trouble not to cum like that. I would squirm and whimper, my toes curling and my legs tingling as the pleasure would course and surge through me. I would have to claw and push at you to stop and then lay there panting for a moment. What exquisite torture and teasing it would be.

I would love to push you onto the floor on all fours, the collar around your neck, the attached leash in my one hand while the other hand kneads and digs into the flesh of your ass. I would tug on the leash to force your head up once in a while as a finger probes your ass hole. I would growl and demand that you admit how much of a slut you are, wanting me to fuck you. I would insert a vibrating butt plug, warning you to let it come out, giving you a slap on one cheek to really remind you what would happen. My free hand would slip between your thighs, massaging your balls, stroking your cock as the plug vibrates inside of you and I keep the leash taunt, holding your head up, your back arched. I wonder how much you could take before you would beg me to stop so you wouldn't cum. I wonder how much sooner it would be if I told you to stand before me with the plug still in. I would sit on the edge of the bed, telling you to put your hands behind your neck, reminding you to make sure the plug doesn't come out as I suck and lick at your cock. One hand would massage your scrotum while the other would occasionally tug the leash, jerking your forward so you thrust into my mouth more. Again, how much would you be able to take before you begged me to stop or let you cum.

And now with you lying on your bed, your thick cock hard and throbbing, begging me to come ride you, take you, claim you once again as all Mine. I would slowly sink onto you, my warm, very wet pussy enveloping you, sucking you in deeper, tightening around you, squeezing you, reminding you that you belong to me, exist to please me. I would not move at first, savouring the feel of you inside of me again. Oh you would feel so good. I can feel your hands move over my body, caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples, making me gasp and moan, but I still won't move my hips, just keeping you buried deep in me, feeling us pulse with each other. My eyes would never leave yours as I feel your hands move to my hips. You squirm and push on my hips, trying to get me to move on you, to fuck you, making your cock thrust in and out of me. But I don't move still. Instead I grab your wrists and leaning forward so that you slide out of me just a bit, I pin your hands at your sides. I would growl and remind you that you are mine; I decide when and how I want to use you. My lips would find yours in a slow but possessive kiss. As my tongue probes your mouth and I lick your lips, I slowly begin to move my hips, making you slide slow and steady in and out of me.

I would quake with pleasure as I not only tease you but myself as well. I would growl and bite at your lips if you tried to move, commanding that you remain still. I wonder how long either of us could take such teasing before one of us would lose control. If it was you, I would imagine you losing yourself completely and breaking free of my grasp so that you could flip me onto my back, your cock thrusting in and out of me as your mouth ravages my neck and breasts. I can imagine you fucking me hard and strong, your need for me overwhelming, begging me to let you cum, to show me how much you want to be mine. I would purr against your ear that you indeed belong to me and always will. I imagine you giving one last hard, pounding thrust, your fingers digging into the flesh of my hips and your teeth sinking into my neck as you finally climax. Thick streams of your cum exploding and spraying the walls of my pussy, flooding me with your seed. You would collapse against me, panting and whimpering and I would savour your weight pushing me into the bed. I would caress your back, shoulders and hair, purring against your ear, MINE.

Road Trip By Alexith!

Road Trip!

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Over the past few months, I have been on a scary, intoxicating and excellent adventure with my Mistress. From our first tempestuous face to face meeting, where Mistress terrorised me with a remote controlled cock ring in a crowded restaurant, Mistress has been leading me, with many little steps and some giant ones, toward an in-the-flesh D/s relationship.

I don’t know how other subbies who have made that transition feel, but from my point of view it’s funny the things I’ve only been able to learn “in my body” about submission.

Things such as:

- High heels are bloody hard, and should be considered tools of torture

- Getting spanked when the room is cold is a lot worse

- Licking cum off a carpet results in a surprising amount of grit on your tongue

- It’s hard to make eye contact with my Mistress after being spanked to the point of tears, but when I do it’s like looking at the sun.

So this confession is about an experience I had recently with my Mistress where I learnt, deep within my body, what submission tastes, sounds and above all FEELS like.

My experience opens with me sitting next to my Mistress in Her cute blue car, screaming along a highway. We are bound for the Great Ocean Road in Melbourne. I am beyond excited because it is our first road trip together. I can’t believe my luck as I gaze out at the beautiful scenery, equal parts content and thrilled to be the boy who gets to be sitting there. I suddenly realise that She is driving … well.. like a Domme. I watch her weave through traffic and smile to myself as Mistress imperiously decides to ignore a road sign. I’m in bliss, listening to Mistress sing along to her CDs, Queen of the Open Road. I’m in the middle of gazing at the ocean, content in my boyish daydreams, when Mistress, in the way only She can, made my day get a whole lot more real.

“Get your cock out”.

I turn to Mistress, and open my mouth and close it again.

“I…..you mean.. now Mistress?” I respond, feeling my face flush hot and red

Mistress doesn’t even respond, but just glances sideways at me, and I see that now all too familiar “don’t fuck with me” look.

My hands are shaking as I unzip myself and pull my kind of frightened cock out.

“Like this Mistress?” I stammer, immediately realising that in a multiverse of infinite possibilities, I may just have uttered the single most lame possible question that could possibly be asked. I feel my face go from pink to livid beetroot.

For a flash of a moment I find myself wishing yet again that I could be some kind of uber smoothe subby boy, and utter some dry and wittily self deprecating remark, kind of like a subby James Bond. But no I am now stuck with my plaintive “like this Mistress?”

Mistress glances over at the sight of me looking at her for approval with my cock sticking out of my jeans, and I kind of read the word “smirks” on Mistress’s face, just as I might see it in SL.

This is not my proudest moment!

“Get it hard and keep it hard” she orders me firmly but serenely, returning her eyes to the road.

And as the stunning view faded into irrelevance, I closed my eyes and did as I was told. I made myself hard for Mistress and stayed that way as the miles ticked by, taking myself to the edge and pulling back over and over and over.

I felt helpless, exposed and impossibly aroused as I opened my eyes occasionally to glance at the traffic so close to us, or to look sidelong at Mistress to see if She was watching this spectacle of me abusing myself for Her pleasure.

Usually She wasn’t watching, seeming blissfully unaware of my deep humiliation, but occasionally I would glance across and see Her taking a look at me, a smirk curling at the corner of Her mouth.

Yet again, I feel completely undone by my naivety. I’m completely shocked and in subspace to learn, in my body, what a D/s road trip feels like.

I'm shocked as Mistress suddenly pulls over in a carpark to get a drink of water.

"stay here. stay hard" she tells me serenely, before closing the door and leaving me in the car on my own.

I watch Mistress walk away in the side mirror suddenly feeling very alone. I grip my cock feeling completely mortified as I stroke, staying hard as Mistress instructed. Scared to move too much, I slowly turn my head and am horrified to see an old man sleeping in the car right next to me. i stare at him in a horror of embarassment. His head is lolled over and his face is turned in my direction. I realise that if he woke up he would be staring right at me, and the view he would be presented with on waking would be of me staring back at him while jerking off. This, I realise, may come as a somewhat unpleasant surprise to him.

My imagination goes crazy, and i play out this whole scenario of the poor old guy waking up and having some kind of spasm, leading to my subsequent arrest and imprisonment. Not surprisingly, this makes it a little difficult to stay hard and in the moment, but I strategically place my shirt over the offending area and keep going, determined to give Mistress what She asks for. When she finally returns i'm in a heightened state of shame and arousal and our journey continues.

My helpless horny struggle is taken to a whole new level as Mistress casually reaches across and swats my hand away from my cock and grips it as her possession, stroking and slapping my cock as She sees fit, all the while singing in perfect accompaniment to the music playing on Her car’s stereo.

I realise, with equal parts awe and terror, that I am in big trouble. My Mistress can multi task driving, singing and intense CBT without raising a sweat.

I, by contrast, am extremely sweaty and beg to lower my window so I can stick my head out into the cold air like a dog and cool off.

My mouth opens, but I am only capable of groaning, whimpering and sighing as I watch helplessly while Mistress strokes and slaps me as the miles fly by.

Finally I can stand it no longer and I beg Mistress to please be allowed to cum. I gaze at Her earnestly, watching that beautiful smirk as I beg like a bitch for release from my torment of rigid futility.

Finally she sighs and tells me to get some tissues, and my heart soars. Oh my god, sweet blessed release after all these miles of driving along the edge of my own personal cliff of horniness. I can’t wait to drive off the edge and I scramble pathetically to grab the tissues, now completely beyond embarrassment and only puppyishly eager at the thought of cumming into tissues in Mistress’s car on command.

Slowly and theatrically Mistress counts, and I wait in an agony, like Pavlov’s horny bitch in heat, for Mistress to reach that blessed number 3 that means I can finally explode in complicated bliss.

The scenery whizzing by is just a blur as I wait in agony and humility for my moment.

“one….two… two and a half“

And the pathetic thing.. no the truly theatrically tragic thing is… I am actually surprised, actually shocked and dismayed to the point of tears when Mistress laughs and tells me to put it away.

“noooooooo” I groan in utter helplessness, clutching my tragically un-inseminated tissues in apoplectic frustration. But, fighting back the impulse to pout, I do as I am told, struggling painfully to stuff my now rigid and throbbing cock back into my jeans, while Mistress sings in perfect pitch to Alanis Morrissette.

As I said before, it’s amazing what can only be learnt in the body about submission.

On my amazing and wonderful road trip with Mistress I learnt, deep in my body, what it means to TRULY expect the unexpected. If you think edging by time is bad, wait until you do it by kilometres!

Two Words By Axelle

Two Words by Axelle Paramour

You found the secret without my pushing and gentle guidance, you’ve no idea the power of the words, how when you said them I was instantly there and had cum. I had never trusted anyone enough to share the secret, to let them in on the words that would send me over the edge. My fingertips playing between my lips, rubbing my wet throbbing clit, I know I want you to say them again. The problem is the words scare me, they work on me like heroin might work on an addict. I don’t hear them often when referring to me, perhaps this is why I crave them in this context. I want to hear them, I need to hear them from you. The sane part of me digs her heels in and holds on to this bit of strength I have. These words release me and leave me powerless, and even though I‘m scared of being powerless I yearn for this place.

I tell you, you’ve found one of my boxes, that you’ve checked something off my kink list. What I don’t tell you is that this has to be the biggest one when it comes to my submissive nature. You ask what it was, and I resist. I can’t give in so easy. You come to the conclusion it was something you said and the game is on. I’m touching myself and sinking deeper into the lust as you muse at what it was exactly that you said. I can hear the grin in your words as you tell me I won’t be allowed to cum if you don’t find out and you ask for a little hint. “No.”, I had never uttered the word to you in a serious way and I knew by saying this you would understand the weight of what I was telling you without speaking. You run the gamut of the things you whisper to me, the words being so simple they are often over looked. I can feel the need to cum creep in then, after torturing myself for so long. I consider cumming anyway and dealing with the consequences later, but you set a rule and I find myself unable to break it. My head is spinning my need for release ruling out my will. I can hear the first word escaping as I fight against myself trying to cover the secret and bury it back down, but it’s too late and the word hangs there.

I’m not with you but I can imagine the realization pass over your face, the slight surprise at the simplicity that is my heroin. I can hear the words before you say them, the slow build from deep within your throat. The first word spoken like a playful kitten, all love and lust; the other wanton, and staking a claim. When you say it I feel the words like you’ve touched me, you can’t see me but the way my body reacts is ridiculous; my free hand is clawing at my sheets and my feet are pushing at the bed trying to find traction as I writhe against my hand.

You play with them, arranging them this way and that, changing your pronunciation and intonation trying this power you now hold on for size. I can hear myself and how with each wield of them I’m being sent deeper and deeper down inside myself, the cumming giving way to subspace. I’ve fallen through glass, the pain being pleasure now. I see the tiny shards around me frozen and immobile, my entire existence and knowledge laid before me, no where and everywhere at once. This place is like an embrace and is still like your own home before the world is awake. I’m filled with a sadness, the tears slipping from my eyes not enough to explain the woe that fills me. It doesn’t seem fair that you can’t be here too in this place. But then you are, you whisper to me the words and this time they aren’t a tease but a caress.

Trouble By Lady Tora

It is masquerade night at the fetish club I belong to; my favourite event. A chance to wear a dress I would normally not get to. Long, high slit black satin, with not only a plunging neckline, showing off my breasts and my navel, but also a low cut back, showing off the cleavage of my ass. Paired with killer spike stilettos and a peacock feather mask, I feel dangerous and looking for trouble.

I move my way through the dungeon and various playrooms, hearing the odd moan and pausing to peek in, intent on finding the dance floor. The music pulses through the walls as I get closer and closer, making my blood hum with anticipation and excitement. I round the corner and step onto the floor, immediately surrounded by bodies in various stages of dress or undress as the case may be. I move slowly through, searching out either a familiar body or enough space that I can stake out a spot on the floor to actually dance.

From across the way, a form catches the corner of my eye and I turn to get a better look at what has gotten my attention. I stop breathing for a moment and I swear my heart skipped a beat as I focus on the tall, dark haired, man who seems to have paused to watch me too. He wears nothing but a simple black mask, a black leather collar, and a pair of black cotton boxer briefs that hug his form and leave nothing to the imagination.

I must have licked my lips because he gives me a smirk and arches an eyebrow. I glare back and flash him a predatory smile. He blushes and immediately lowers his eyes, remembering his place. I wonder if he is a new house slave because I am pretty sure I have never seen him wandering around before tonight. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to think and remember if I know who he is.

The mood of the music changes, switching to dance club high intensity and I open my eyes to find he is stealing a glance up at me; probably to see if I am still watching him. Sparks ignite between us and my heart begins to beat in tempo with the song playing; fast and hard. My breathing quickens and the crowd seems to swell and move, pushing us toward each other but also to the outskirts of the dance floor where the shadows lurk.

I push him against the nearest wall, pinning his hands as his sides as I press myself against him, my lips finding his in a possessive kiss. I take and claim him without so much as a word. He returns the kiss with equal passion and I feel his cock harden and press against my stomach. We grind in rhythm to the music, kissing, biting, clawing at each other like two crazed animals in heat. I wanted trouble and I most certainly found it in this stranger.

I turn and pull him around so that I am now with my back against the wall. I hook a finger in the ring at the front of his collar and pull his head slowly down my body, silently commanding that he lick, kiss and bite, whatever skin of mine is exposed before he kneels before me. I lean against the wall and flash him a smirk as I raise the hem of my dress, exposing more of my legs, then my thighs. I tug on the collar again, pulling him forward, letting my dress fall back down, trapping him underneath it.

He immediately takes the hint and his nose nuzzles my thighs even more apart and brushes against my clit. I gasp and bite my lower lip to suppress a deep moan although with the music as loud as it is, I doubt anyone would hear, let alone notice. I lift one of my legs and leaning back even more against the wall, bracing myself, I hook it over his shoulder, pulling him even closer, demanding that he pleasure me with his mouth and tongue. He doesn't hesitate, his tongue lapping eagerly at my pussy, tasting me. It probes and licks, moving between my slit and my clit, making me moan and grind my hips, my eyes closed.

I tighten my leg over his shoulder, digging the heel of my shoe into the flesh of his back, pulling him even more into me. Pleasure burns through me like a wild fire, threatening to consume me. I pulse and quake as my climax starts. I gasp for air, feeling like my lungs are scorched. I collapse against the wall, grasping at it for support, panting. My eyes stay closed, savouring the feel of the aftershocks of my orgasm still making me tingle from head to toe.

The song ends and I open my eyes, still panting. But I am not against the wall. I am still in the spot I was when I first caught sight of Trouble. He gives me a knowing smirk and disappears into the crowd.

Fetish By Lady Persephone

Fetish

I am acutely aware I have multiple and various kinks and perversions; but deeper inside me, in my heart of hearts I know there is one type of play which is truly a fetish. This fetish can make me feel vulnerable and naked when I indulge in it to the full, so I frequently tuck it out of plain sight so that only the most astute of people can detect the extent to which it pervades my waking moments. It can be an insurmountable obstacle when I meet potential partners in both worlds, so I ask myself why reveal it now? To expose this “chink” in my armour; I regard it as a chink because I love total control and when I meet a submissive who comprehends the extent of my fetish I can feel a lack of control.

I speak as if I have met many who fully deliver what I desire, I haven’t. Just two, one was RL but gone, the other here and now in SL. We have reciprocal kinks and share this one particular fetish, we dovetail neatly, firmly, ecstatically.

Don’t get me wrong - submissive boys ( and not exclusively boys ) make my pulse race and fingers itch to desecrate their bodies and minds- but any of you listening or reading this will know that it is “THE” fetish that is always breaking through however hard we try to temper it’s might and magnificence. Sometimes I adeptly restrain it for a while, removed to the darkest recesses of my mind, secure it safely, but it is a fetish and nothing can contain it for long.

My fetish lives and lurks alongside my other kinks, unnoticed often lulling me into a false sense of security, I can take or leave it….but that is only lying to myself!

I have to laugh, I speculate that my fetish itself is aiding and abetting the writing of this confession…

Sod it !!!. It is running amok in the forefront of my brain in a huge, splendid firework display of titanic proportions, ripped lose of its moorings and deluging me in divine physical pleasure. Those that know me might realise that the boy to blame for this is Dondas, my appreciation of his services is shown in how I rain down blows on his hapless body, but he does appreciate the currency , ( breathes out heavily ).

It has reached the point where I will put a name to it and it seems innocuous and bland written down, my fetish is breast play…( laughs) now that was easy, simple. Even my SL name; if you dig deep enough, leads back to a many breasted goddess with power over life and death, her copious supply of milk revealing the benevolent side of her nature.

Was that an anticlimax?

This fetish of mine responds to how silk glides over a nipple, the way my boy worships the breast's curve resting on my rib cage, how they jiggle and sway as I laugh. How I place my arm across them clutching lightly as he obeys my wish and whim, my breasts know before me when I am becoming aroused. They scream to be worshiped by a tongue following the path of each dark vein.

Remember it is his fetish too, his reaction, as he hears my nipple clamp links clink as I remove them from their velvet lined box, the way they slip through my fingers, he sobs his pleasure knowing I will demand retribution from him for this shared fetish of ours. Both clamps positioned firmly my thighs dampen and drip with the profuse cunt juices that this action produces - and yes he has tasted how his fetish bonded with mine creates this river of pure passion.

Yesterday I received a parcel from him, I know what it contains but I wont open it until he is with me online. My fetish , our fetish, is ready to take us to ……oh….well…..I think you have far too much information already…

Perhaps in future my fetish will insist I confess more, only time will tell.