Dreams Of The Past - Fantasy by Lady Siofra

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Disobedience Part 1 by Karma

dedicated to Miss Zarita Shan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time for chores !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was soon sweating as I cleaned the bathroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Swallowing hard i waited.

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

God - that was the question I had been dreading.

I stammered my reply ''Nnnno Miss''

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

I had been told about my work rate before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

''Basement'' she commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Idly she flicked both my nipples to get them erect.

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

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

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

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

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

I hung my head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I saw the metal glint of the CB3000 chasity cage.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My First Time by Dorian

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

Beating Voodoo by Lady Sweet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seduction Part 1 by Lady Tora

From Seduction Part 1:

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

The Boots Part 2 by Byron

Part 1

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

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

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

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

'Turn, boy'

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

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

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

My mouth flooded with drool.

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

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

"Don't rest against me, boy!"

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

"Better, now, hold my foot"

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

"Silly boy, you really need to be faster"

"Yes Mistress"

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

 Part 2  ********************** Read to here****************************************************

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

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

"Kiss them boy"

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

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

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

Seeing my erection, she cooed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take it, bitch"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Bath Time by Lance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First Steps From A Novice by Rintin

First steps - notes from a novice:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Epilogue To My Most Recent Chapter by Jennifer

NIGHT.

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

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

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


***
DAY.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


***
DAWN.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


***
ACCEPTANCE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Confession by EllieShea

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

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

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

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

Naked by Chattel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The List by Anonymous

The List

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Bar by Adriel

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

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

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

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

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

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

All In A Days Work by Lady Betwin

All in a days work

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

The end……

Disobedience by Karma

dedicated to Miss Zarita Shan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time for chores !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was soon sweating as I cleaned the bathroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Swallowing hard i waited.

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

God - that was the question I had been dreading.

I stammered my reply ''Nnnno Miss''

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

I had been told about my work rate before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

''Basement'' she commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Idly she flicked both my nipples to get them erect.

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

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

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

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

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

I hung my head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I saw the metal glint of the CB3000 chasity cage.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Virgin Flight 77 by Lady Sylvie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

i wonder

i dream

what you will feel like
how did you know

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

i never had a lover
who wanted that role

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

Scars by Cool

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

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

Promises by Jennifer

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miss Eva's Friends List by Tarquin

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

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

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

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

The Boots by Byron

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

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

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

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

'Turn, boy'

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

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

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

My mouth flooded with drool.

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

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

"Don't rest against me, boy!"

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

"Better, now, hold my foot"

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

"Silly boy, you really need to be faster"

"Yes Mistress"

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

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

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

"Kiss them boy"

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

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

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

Seeing my erection, she cooed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take it, bitch"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Seduction Part 1 by Lady Tora

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...