Love is indeed everything a person is, their very essence, as natural as breathing. It`s sad that most people don`t accept that and try to block it or control it. These same people wonder why there is so much stress, drama and unhappiness in their lives... why they can`t find the right one. It makes it hard for people that do understand, because we give freely, knowing no other way to be and can end up hurt, seemingly sometimes beyond repair. However, love being that it is, is forever growing, adapting and evolving...and the more you give, the more that you get, even if sometimes that means love itself gives back to you to rejuvinate you within and allow you to give more. It`s a beautiful cycle and I wish more people understood it. Life would be a much better place and so much less pain and sickness. The body never lies, it`s the mind and the self conscious of a person that interfere out of fear of rejection and a myriad of other things I imagine.
So many people don`t understand and are so blocked that it is hard to have a deep conversation without having to explain almost everything you think when it comes to love and/or relationships and/or giving/experiencing power exchange. Most anything to do with a human being vulnerable and just giving of themselves on a deeper level than a compliment, a nice night out or a fancy gift. To understand that it`s not the gift itself, but the thought and motivation behind it that mean so much more. You hear people say all the time that it`s the thought that counts, but society has taught a double lesson...one very fake and superficial and one that is true. Sadly most take the fake and superficial because it is less time consuming, takes very little thought and/or effort and it`s expensive, as if money shows your self worth. That way does protect you from being hurt I suppose.
I get so tired of people saying there`s a high bar to pass before they will enter in to something deeper because they`ve been hurt. We`ve all been hurt, but doesn`t it hurt you more to limit your capacity to love? Going back to the never ending cycle of give give back, it truly does take away from you and doesn`t allow for healing or rejuvination. Yet these same people believe they are *protecting* themselves from further pain, when the reality is they are only prolonging the pain they already have and not allowing a natural cleansing to happen. It is not by accident that when someone smiles at you, you smile back. Nor when you hug someone you get hugged back. Your body naturally does these things and I wish more people realized they are as essential as breathing to stay alive. Our bodies are made up of so much more than just the flesh and we have all kinds of natural healing properties if we`d only allow them to be used. When you smile back, you feel good inside naturally, it just happens. That lightens your mood, even if only for a second...in that second, positive energy can flow through you and heal something, or rejuvinate something, or just give you that much more reserve for the person or situation you are going to run into that may need some extra positivity. Same with a hug, and so many other things.
Now, you may wonder what all of that has to do with D/s. Well, in my not so humble opinion, there is no deeper relationship, nor more reason to be absolutely open to your Domme. We've all been hurt, had negative experiences, but if you are to ever heal and get past them, you have to open and reach out...... try again, or you will inevitibly end up in the same hurtful cycle, as that will be all you can draw in. Trust in your Domme to help replace the negatives with positive, healthy things. Grow and flourish, and see just how amazing like can be, and how much better you will feel, not just as a sub, but as a person in every aspect of your life.
Monday, September 12, 2016
Last Weekend
Last weekend.
We had a very late day on Saturday, but spent a lovely time together in the afternoon and early evening, with Mistress catching up on her soaps whilst I read, and then watching some programs together. It was really so nice to spend vanilla time that way, just being together even though we were doing different things!
Later in the evening, Mistress made me dress as Cynthia, with nail varnish and makeup and wig, and seamed black stockings, heels, black lingerie and the seethru black dress. I had to serve Mistress her meal this way, then sit at the table with her eating our dinner while dressed as Cynthia. It was a really odd experience, and I felt a strange mix of humiliation and submission as we sat there.
A little while after the meal, Mistress took me into the dungeon and blindfolded me and told me to kneel on the spanking stool. I could feel the cool material of the vinyl pads thru the flimsy nylon of my dress as I lay across the stool, and was aware of Mistress moving around me. I felt completely helpless as Mistress grabbed the hem of my dress and shoved it up past my hips then pulled my panties down, and I flinched as I heard her select an implement from the table.
At first, she merely drew the tails of the flogger she had selected across my skin, before whipping me lightly. But then she began to whip slightly harder. For some reason, I was especially sensitive to the pain, perhaps because of the late night the evening before. But I only really became aware of this when Mistress changed toys, and the first blow of the birch made me jump as it landed.
As each blow landed, the pain became worse, and there was only a moment’s respite when Mistress finished, as I could hear her move to the table to select a different toy. The first cane stroke that landed felt like a line of fire on my skin, and I realised I was crying out aloud as each stroke landed.
Eventually, the blows finished, but I could feel Mistress’s hands on me as she pulled my knickers further down, and then became aware of the tip of her cock pressing against me. There was nowhere for me to squirm to as the vinyl pads of the stool were pressing against me, and I moaned as Mistress’s cock began to slide in and out of my pussy.
I became hyper aware of the feel of the nylon of the dress against my skin and the tug of the suspenders on my stocking tops as each thrust of Mistress’s cock pushed me further down onto the stool and could not withhold a gasp as she roughly pushed her cock all the way inside me. After a while she stopped, and I heard her move around to my head.
She pulled the blindfold off and for a moment I could not see in the glare of the light, then I saw that she was holding the black cock in her hand. ‘Do you want this in your pussy or in your mouth’ she asked. I begged to be allowed to take the cock in my mouth and she laughed and asked why, and I had to admit it was too big for me. She laughed again and told me to start sucking, and again waves of helplessness washed over me as I closed my lips around the head of the cock and started to suck on it. Mistress shoved it deeper into my mouth and then began to slide it in and out and my mind flashed back to some of her stories on Sl where she told me that she would train me to suck cock and then force me to pleasure other men while she watched.
When she stopped, she pulled my head up and asked me if I wanted to safeword. When I said ‘no’, she laughed again, and selected another cane and started beating me again. The pain seemed more intense than ever, but even though I was crying out by this time, Mistress ignored me and the blows continued until finally there was a momentary pause. But then I realised this was just to give Mistress time to select the strapon, and I moaned even more loudly as I felt its tip pressing against my pussy again.
As Mistress began to rape me, I think I was only half aware of the moaning sounds I was making. By now I was deep in subspace and felt my body beginning to automatically respond to each thrust of Mistress’s cock as it shoved up inside me. After a while, Mistress pushed her cock all the way into me and left it there, and began to cane me again. It felt utterly submissive to have Mistress’s cock buried deep inside me while she caned me, and it took me some moments to comply when Mistress told me to stand.
By this time I was blindfolded again and was totally disoriented. Mistress led me across the room, and ordered me to my knees. I could sense that she was sitting before me, and then she told me to lick her clit. It was such an incredibly erotic experience for me to run my tongue over Mistress’s clit,
.After what seemed like all too short a time, Mistress made me get up and led me back to the stool, still blindfolded, and told me to sit. After a long pause, I heard a rustling sound and then gasped as a polythene bag was pulled over my head. Mistress tightened it and I could feel myself straining to get enough air, and could feel the material of the bad moving in and out with each breath. Finally Mistress relented and pulled the bag from my head, and told me the play session was over.
I was allowed to dress, and we spent the rest of the evening together in front of the TV. After what had seemed to me a strenuous play session, although Mistress later told me she had not been too hard on me, it was wonderful just to sit on the sofa together. But I think the session had affected us both, and that night in bed Mistress said that she was horny now, even though it was very late.
She allowed me to watch her use the vibrator and to rub myself while I watched. After she had cum twice, Mistress allowed me to kneel between her legs as she used the vibrator again. Just being in that position made my cock even harder, and Mistress told me to press it to her cunt while she used the vibrator. It was so, so exciting for me to feel the warmth of her cunt against the tip of my cock thru the flimsy material of her panties. And that, plus the sound of the vibrator on her clit, made me cum almost immediately, just before Mistress herself came for the third and final time.
Eventually, we both fell asleep exhausted. But just before sleep overcame me, I spent a little bit of time thinking on how lucky I am that Mistress has taken my collar and how grateful I am that she was willing to give up an entire weekend to spend time with me. I know how exhausting the working week is, and it is a really long journey up here. So I lay counting my blessings and looking forward to spending some time on Sunday with Mistress, before she had to get her train home again. I loved our play so much, but I equally treasure our vanilla time where we can just be together.
We had a very late day on Saturday, but spent a lovely time together in the afternoon and early evening, with Mistress catching up on her soaps whilst I read, and then watching some programs together. It was really so nice to spend vanilla time that way, just being together even though we were doing different things!
Later in the evening, Mistress made me dress as Cynthia, with nail varnish and makeup and wig, and seamed black stockings, heels, black lingerie and the seethru black dress. I had to serve Mistress her meal this way, then sit at the table with her eating our dinner while dressed as Cynthia. It was a really odd experience, and I felt a strange mix of humiliation and submission as we sat there.
A little while after the meal, Mistress took me into the dungeon and blindfolded me and told me to kneel on the spanking stool. I could feel the cool material of the vinyl pads thru the flimsy nylon of my dress as I lay across the stool, and was aware of Mistress moving around me. I felt completely helpless as Mistress grabbed the hem of my dress and shoved it up past my hips then pulled my panties down, and I flinched as I heard her select an implement from the table.
At first, she merely drew the tails of the flogger she had selected across my skin, before whipping me lightly. But then she began to whip slightly harder. For some reason, I was especially sensitive to the pain, perhaps because of the late night the evening before. But I only really became aware of this when Mistress changed toys, and the first blow of the birch made me jump as it landed.
As each blow landed, the pain became worse, and there was only a moment’s respite when Mistress finished, as I could hear her move to the table to select a different toy. The first cane stroke that landed felt like a line of fire on my skin, and I realised I was crying out aloud as each stroke landed.
Eventually, the blows finished, but I could feel Mistress’s hands on me as she pulled my knickers further down, and then became aware of the tip of her cock pressing against me. There was nowhere for me to squirm to as the vinyl pads of the stool were pressing against me, and I moaned as Mistress’s cock began to slide in and out of my pussy.
I became hyper aware of the feel of the nylon of the dress against my skin and the tug of the suspenders on my stocking tops as each thrust of Mistress’s cock pushed me further down onto the stool and could not withhold a gasp as she roughly pushed her cock all the way inside me. After a while she stopped, and I heard her move around to my head.
She pulled the blindfold off and for a moment I could not see in the glare of the light, then I saw that she was holding the black cock in her hand. ‘Do you want this in your pussy or in your mouth’ she asked. I begged to be allowed to take the cock in my mouth and she laughed and asked why, and I had to admit it was too big for me. She laughed again and told me to start sucking, and again waves of helplessness washed over me as I closed my lips around the head of the cock and started to suck on it. Mistress shoved it deeper into my mouth and then began to slide it in and out and my mind flashed back to some of her stories on Sl where she told me that she would train me to suck cock and then force me to pleasure other men while she watched.
When she stopped, she pulled my head up and asked me if I wanted to safeword. When I said ‘no’, she laughed again, and selected another cane and started beating me again. The pain seemed more intense than ever, but even though I was crying out by this time, Mistress ignored me and the blows continued until finally there was a momentary pause. But then I realised this was just to give Mistress time to select the strapon, and I moaned even more loudly as I felt its tip pressing against my pussy again.
As Mistress began to rape me, I think I was only half aware of the moaning sounds I was making. By now I was deep in subspace and felt my body beginning to automatically respond to each thrust of Mistress’s cock as it shoved up inside me. After a while, Mistress pushed her cock all the way into me and left it there, and began to cane me again. It felt utterly submissive to have Mistress’s cock buried deep inside me while she caned me, and it took me some moments to comply when Mistress told me to stand.
By this time I was blindfolded again and was totally disoriented. Mistress led me across the room, and ordered me to my knees. I could sense that she was sitting before me, and then she told me to lick her clit. It was such an incredibly erotic experience for me to run my tongue over Mistress’s clit,
.After what seemed like all too short a time, Mistress made me get up and led me back to the stool, still blindfolded, and told me to sit. After a long pause, I heard a rustling sound and then gasped as a polythene bag was pulled over my head. Mistress tightened it and I could feel myself straining to get enough air, and could feel the material of the bad moving in and out with each breath. Finally Mistress relented and pulled the bag from my head, and told me the play session was over.
I was allowed to dress, and we spent the rest of the evening together in front of the TV. After what had seemed to me a strenuous play session, although Mistress later told me she had not been too hard on me, it was wonderful just to sit on the sofa together. But I think the session had affected us both, and that night in bed Mistress said that she was horny now, even though it was very late.
She allowed me to watch her use the vibrator and to rub myself while I watched. After she had cum twice, Mistress allowed me to kneel between her legs as she used the vibrator again. Just being in that position made my cock even harder, and Mistress told me to press it to her cunt while she used the vibrator. It was so, so exciting for me to feel the warmth of her cunt against the tip of my cock thru the flimsy material of her panties. And that, plus the sound of the vibrator on her clit, made me cum almost immediately, just before Mistress herself came for the third and final time.
Eventually, we both fell asleep exhausted. But just before sleep overcame me, I spent a little bit of time thinking on how lucky I am that Mistress has taken my collar and how grateful I am that she was willing to give up an entire weekend to spend time with me. I know how exhausting the working week is, and it is a really long journey up here. So I lay counting my blessings and looking forward to spending some time on Sunday with Mistress, before she had to get her train home again. I loved our play so much, but I equally treasure our vanilla time where we can just be together.
Fan Fiction by Anonymous
FanFiction
I do not get gooey over famous people, it's just not me, but one character in film brings out the Domme in me. It's like reading a book and empathising or lusting over one character, or watching in the shadows ready to pounce at the first opportune moment. It wasn't even my choice of film when this comic book character first stirred something in me.
I am not going to dissect the reasons of why I respond how I do, I'll leave that to the listener, they can prod my lust with their own reasoning.
It was his lips that did it for me, almost feminine in his otherwise all male body and brooding darkness.
I wanted to hear those lips beg, for pain, for pleasure, for release, but never for mercy.
I wanted those lips, everywhere.
Mouth enclosing as much of my red painted toes that would fit in that perfect orifice.
Closing around swollen nipple tips, suckling until my clitoris blossoms and demanded those lips to feed me pleasure, belly aching pleasure that drowns all other senses.
I can imagine him now as I write, my cunt damp and yearning; an illusion, an impossibility, a fantasy built on lips and a leather clad masculine strength.
There are other things I desire to carve into his psyche, his body, his comic book being.
Before this fantasy unfolds of one thing be certain the actor who plays this character holds no interest to me whatsoever.
................................................
The Fantasy
His life consists of a bare cool cell buried deep under the ground or on occasions in the laboratory where he has been programmed to perform dastardly deeds in the name of freedom. A process that has taken decades of dedication, an unaging mortal of murderous, monstrous power.
I am privileged to assist in this vast maze of rooms dedicated to espionage, I was recruited after accidentally taking a play session a little too far – as in a dead playmate too far. But this ability to misjudge a situation was just what this organisation was looking for in its employees and I've never looked back.
I have the luxury of feeding my rather extreme sexual predilections without drawing too much attention to myself, another corpse among so many others barely raises an eyebrow.
This man, this creature, raises a growl in my throat each time I see him, smell him, sense his presence.
It's a problem, my needs are neatly kept beyond my place of work and this has never been a problem – until now.
I'm standing just inside the laboratory, he's here, alone, semi naked, shackled to the medical bed in a sitting position. I stand immobile, breath held, fighting my inner urges.........
I whimper, his eyes flicker open and he stares at me uncomprehendingly, but I want him to understand , I want him to know, I what to carve the knowledge of my lust on his torso.
A wry smile parts my lips, slipping out of every stitch of clothing, leaving them discarded on the concrete floor I pad towards him, his eyes are still barren of emotion, just a vague perplexity that puckers his lips– I want those lips.
He's completely immobile, that excites me.
He's scarred and marred, that excites me.
He's hard as fuck itself, that excites me.
I give no fuck that his head doesn't compute what is about to happen.
I want his cock in me while I play, I want to rotate and grind, rise and fall, lather him in my demonic desires.
My cunt is slippery, swimming with power and persuasion, I hide his phallus in my pulsating vagina pumping him with my muscles.
Satisfied I am full, my attention turns to him, his lips.
I want to stitch his eyelids closed, I want to fill his ears with his own semen, I want...I want...I want....
Nostrils flared I kiss him sucking the air from his lungs, storming it back into him. Nipping, biting, tearing at his tongue, probing gums and flossing his teeth with his own blood.
I want, I want , I want
Crushing full breasts on his chest, sliding nipple over nipple, his hard muscle to my soft flesh.
At the point,.... you know the point where 20,00 nerve endings from belly down scream for orgasm, designed for pleasure and cannot be denied that pleasure.
Tearing his flesh with talons, eating the blooded flakes of skin as they separate from his body, feed morsels to him, the blood lip-sticking those lips that stir each of my senses.
Orgasm – scalp tingling, body convulsing, howling demonically, teeth clamped on his lower lip until it bursts, the flowering of my passion, my desire, my ravenous appetites.
I rise off him a river of fluid dripping down my thigh.
Dab the blood off him in a vain attempt to cover my lust.
Return his cock to his trousers.
Gather my clothes, ripples of orgasm still echoing in my belly.
I dress.
Turn to observe the restrained man.
He still stares, wide eyed and empty.
Fists clenching...unclenching......clenching....unclenching
As my cunt clenches....unclenches...clenches...unclenches
I do not get gooey over famous people, it's just not me, but one character in film brings out the Domme in me. It's like reading a book and empathising or lusting over one character, or watching in the shadows ready to pounce at the first opportune moment. It wasn't even my choice of film when this comic book character first stirred something in me.
I am not going to dissect the reasons of why I respond how I do, I'll leave that to the listener, they can prod my lust with their own reasoning.
It was his lips that did it for me, almost feminine in his otherwise all male body and brooding darkness.
I wanted to hear those lips beg, for pain, for pleasure, for release, but never for mercy.
I wanted those lips, everywhere.
Mouth enclosing as much of my red painted toes that would fit in that perfect orifice.
Closing around swollen nipple tips, suckling until my clitoris blossoms and demanded those lips to feed me pleasure, belly aching pleasure that drowns all other senses.
I can imagine him now as I write, my cunt damp and yearning; an illusion, an impossibility, a fantasy built on lips and a leather clad masculine strength.
There are other things I desire to carve into his psyche, his body, his comic book being.
Before this fantasy unfolds of one thing be certain the actor who plays this character holds no interest to me whatsoever.
................................................
The Fantasy
His life consists of a bare cool cell buried deep under the ground or on occasions in the laboratory where he has been programmed to perform dastardly deeds in the name of freedom. A process that has taken decades of dedication, an unaging mortal of murderous, monstrous power.
I am privileged to assist in this vast maze of rooms dedicated to espionage, I was recruited after accidentally taking a play session a little too far – as in a dead playmate too far. But this ability to misjudge a situation was just what this organisation was looking for in its employees and I've never looked back.
I have the luxury of feeding my rather extreme sexual predilections without drawing too much attention to myself, another corpse among so many others barely raises an eyebrow.
This man, this creature, raises a growl in my throat each time I see him, smell him, sense his presence.
It's a problem, my needs are neatly kept beyond my place of work and this has never been a problem – until now.
I'm standing just inside the laboratory, he's here, alone, semi naked, shackled to the medical bed in a sitting position. I stand immobile, breath held, fighting my inner urges.........
I whimper, his eyes flicker open and he stares at me uncomprehendingly, but I want him to understand , I want him to know, I what to carve the knowledge of my lust on his torso.
A wry smile parts my lips, slipping out of every stitch of clothing, leaving them discarded on the concrete floor I pad towards him, his eyes are still barren of emotion, just a vague perplexity that puckers his lips– I want those lips.
He's completely immobile, that excites me.
He's scarred and marred, that excites me.
He's hard as fuck itself, that excites me.
I give no fuck that his head doesn't compute what is about to happen.
I want his cock in me while I play, I want to rotate and grind, rise and fall, lather him in my demonic desires.
My cunt is slippery, swimming with power and persuasion, I hide his phallus in my pulsating vagina pumping him with my muscles.
Satisfied I am full, my attention turns to him, his lips.
I want to stitch his eyelids closed, I want to fill his ears with his own semen, I want...I want...I want....
Nostrils flared I kiss him sucking the air from his lungs, storming it back into him. Nipping, biting, tearing at his tongue, probing gums and flossing his teeth with his own blood.
I want, I want , I want
Crushing full breasts on his chest, sliding nipple over nipple, his hard muscle to my soft flesh.
At the point,.... you know the point where 20,00 nerve endings from belly down scream for orgasm, designed for pleasure and cannot be denied that pleasure.
Tearing his flesh with talons, eating the blooded flakes of skin as they separate from his body, feed morsels to him, the blood lip-sticking those lips that stir each of my senses.
Orgasm – scalp tingling, body convulsing, howling demonically, teeth clamped on his lower lip until it bursts, the flowering of my passion, my desire, my ravenous appetites.
I rise off him a river of fluid dripping down my thigh.
Dab the blood off him in a vain attempt to cover my lust.
Return his cock to his trousers.
Gather my clothes, ripples of orgasm still echoing in my belly.
I dress.
Turn to observe the restrained man.
He still stares, wide eyed and empty.
Fists clenching...unclenching......clenching....unclenching
As my cunt clenches....unclenches...clenches...unclenches
Mark by Lady Karrie
My Love
Mark
"Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion."
It is difficult to avoid the lure of tired clichés of love
Every time I bid to write they tempt me
But how shall I tell you of the love we share
When others declare theirs in such poetic stanzas
Shall I speak of my delight at your deepening acts of submission?
Your service often unasked for. Tendered modestly to please
Takes my breath away
Here. An Onion
"It will blind you with tears
I am trying to be truthful."
As I place you before me and draw my cane towards trembling skin.
Delighting in your discomfort.. Your rapt concentration to remain still.
But you cant.
You jump. I reposition. Strike harder.
You scream. I laugh.not with you, But at you.
Place my hand across your throat and squeeze.
"I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are."
Shall I write of how magnificent you are? Kneeling.
Eyes replete with tears. Of how utterly stunning your love is.
Of how your devotion humbles me. Your beauty inspires and
Your attention to the smallest detail to ensure I am pleased.
Simply enchants. My cunt.
My Love. Here. An onion.
"Take it. It's platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,"
Our love tastes like strawberries and ice cream. Giggling together. Sparkling.dancing.
Teenagers again you and I. Talking nothings and everything till early dawn.
Gentle echoes of youth uplifting us to immortals.
Its perfume lies in the richest stickiest caramel chocolate. Seductive alluring .Capturing and enclosing us within its potent shroud of pain. .I can and will destroy in there.
Come worship My love. My Cunt.
For mines is the kingdom and the glory.
"An onion
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your skin "
as my knife glistens
All my life Mark. It was you.
Mark
"Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion."
It is difficult to avoid the lure of tired clichés of love
Every time I bid to write they tempt me
But how shall I tell you of the love we share
When others declare theirs in such poetic stanzas
Shall I speak of my delight at your deepening acts of submission?
Your service often unasked for. Tendered modestly to please
Takes my breath away
Here. An Onion
"It will blind you with tears
I am trying to be truthful."
As I place you before me and draw my cane towards trembling skin.
Delighting in your discomfort.. Your rapt concentration to remain still.
But you cant.
You jump. I reposition. Strike harder.
You scream. I laugh.not with you, But at you.
Place my hand across your throat and squeeze.
"I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are."
Shall I write of how magnificent you are? Kneeling.
Eyes replete with tears. Of how utterly stunning your love is.
Of how your devotion humbles me. Your beauty inspires and
Your attention to the smallest detail to ensure I am pleased.
Simply enchants. My cunt.
My Love. Here. An onion.
"Take it. It's platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,"
Our love tastes like strawberries and ice cream. Giggling together. Sparkling.dancing.
Teenagers again you and I. Talking nothings and everything till early dawn.
Gentle echoes of youth uplifting us to immortals.
Its perfume lies in the richest stickiest caramel chocolate. Seductive alluring .Capturing and enclosing us within its potent shroud of pain. .I can and will destroy in there.
Come worship My love. My Cunt.
For mines is the kingdom and the glory.
"An onion
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your skin "
as my knife glistens
All my life Mark. It was you.
My Reason by Anonymous
I think about you and I think about your mouth on my pussy. I think about you and I think about my hand on your cock. I think about you and my mouth waters and my pussy swells and moistens. I think about you and my mind wanders to things I would do with or to you if you were here....
...Smiling wide I greet you happily but wordlessly. I am so happy to see you. My body reacts to the mere presence of you. My skin bumps, my nipples harden. I naturally lean my hardened pink mounds in your direction hoping your mouth will find it’s way to them. All of this happens without any thought on my part.. My natural reaction to you.
Stepping closer to you I smile wider and lean in to kiss you. I run my hands up along the sides of your face and draw your mouth to mine. I part my lips slightly, opening my teeth and allowing my tongue to dart out to touch your lips and move deeper into the crevice of your warm waiting mouth. My tongue dances along your teeth and searches for your tongue as a soft moan of excitement bubbles out of my throat. My lips press harder against yours wanting to bruise yours and feel yours bruise mine. I subconsciously want to mark you as mine with my mouth. I want the world to see that you have been on my lips as well. I want to show you off so everyone knows the prize I have been given...you.
My heart beat quickens and the swelling and moisture between my legs intensifies. Another moan escapes my throat, this one longer, deeper, more guttural. The vocalization of my longing for you. My longing to have you touch my body. My longing to touch your body. My hands move now through your hair, down along the line of your jaw. My fingers trace the line of your lips. They claw tenderly at your lips while mine still cover them pulling you closer to me. My hands wander some more around your jaw line, around your ears rubbing your earlobes absently and massaging your neck and shoulders so I can feel your muscles move and stretch as you respond to my fervent kisses. My hands move more now down over your arms pulling you around my waist and pressing your hands firmly on my ass. Your heat sears into my ass and I gasp slightly pulling away from your lips no longer than the blink of an eye before returning to them before they could feel my presence missing. With renewed vigor I press harder into your lips and my hands return to your hair and press your head into mine moving my mouth over your lips from side to side. Licking and kissing you and pulling each of your lips inside my mouth, one at a time so I can nibble and taste them. My heart is now beating fast and my nipples ache to have you touch them and poke through all the layers of material, so hard now that they actually hurt. I smile inwardly at the lovely hurt that you cause in me.
My hands now move down your body pulling at your shirt. The buttons holding the material between you and I give way happily as I open them each with agile, hungry fingers. I run my fingers nimbly over your chest feeling your hairs tickle me before I reach your hardened nipples. Your nipples are taut as mine and the thought of your excitement spurs me on. Still kissing you I run my fingers over each of your nipples barely grazing them at first them stopping and running my fingertip over and around the perimeter of each taut tip. My own excitement mounts and I feel moisture rush again to my loins. I grab at your hand and thrust it between my legs to show you the heat you instill in me. My eyes close as I feel your fingers wrap under my mound and hold me tight pressing your fingers up to toy with me playfully.
I pull your shirt wider now and take my lips from yours looking into your eyes for a moment before lowering my head to your nipple. My tongue darts out to meet your nipple and a soft moan again escapes my lips as I see your nipple jump. I smile happily and dive my mouth first to one nipple then the other licking and kissing before biting into each nipple playfully. I suck the nipple and the surrounding flesh into my mouth threatening to mark each one. I pull back and smirk softly as I look into your eyes again. I return my mouth to yours and kiss you hard once again.
I reach now down your chest. Down over your hips and grab at your pants. I deftly pull at your pants and open them without a struggle, almost as if they wanted to be opened? Smiling to myself my mouth waters some more at the thought of your cock and I pull your fly wide open. I breathe in a deep breath as I feel your hardened cock wiggle up as if reaching for the freedom of the world. Reaching in one more time I pull your cock free of your underwear and the heat of your shaft on my hand sends a wave of electricity through me. Sliding my hands inside your underwear I pull them wide releasing your cock to feel the air. Smiling happily I look down at your cock, admiring it, loving it for the undeniable proof it is of the affect I have on you.
You gasp slightly and resign yourself to what you know must happen next. Slowly you begin to move to your knees. You know this is expected of you. You don't need to be told. Settling onto your knees, the way you know I like, makes me inhale sharply and hold my breath. I look down at you and watch you widen your legs letting me have perfect view of you. You know the effect you have on me, the effect you have when I see you this way. Open and exposed to me , revealed and ready. Your cock alert and mine. Affected by me in the same way I am affected by you. This primal connection between us so palpable at times. This is why I miss you when you are not with me. This is why I long for you. The electricity between us ignites me, fuels me. The way you give yourself to me is what feeds me. You are what makes me feel the most alive.
You press your head to my thigh and close your eyes, I can feel the flutter of your eyelashes against my skin as you do and you sigh and I know we both feel the reconnection happening. We share this moment a lot. We need this ritual each time we are apart. My hand moves to your head like a touchstone and I caress your hair and scalp and you sigh again. I have come to live for that sigh. That release. That audible surrender. You. Are mine.
...Smiling wide I greet you happily but wordlessly. I am so happy to see you. My body reacts to the mere presence of you. My skin bumps, my nipples harden. I naturally lean my hardened pink mounds in your direction hoping your mouth will find it’s way to them. All of this happens without any thought on my part.. My natural reaction to you.
Stepping closer to you I smile wider and lean in to kiss you. I run my hands up along the sides of your face and draw your mouth to mine. I part my lips slightly, opening my teeth and allowing my tongue to dart out to touch your lips and move deeper into the crevice of your warm waiting mouth. My tongue dances along your teeth and searches for your tongue as a soft moan of excitement bubbles out of my throat. My lips press harder against yours wanting to bruise yours and feel yours bruise mine. I subconsciously want to mark you as mine with my mouth. I want the world to see that you have been on my lips as well. I want to show you off so everyone knows the prize I have been given...you.
My heart beat quickens and the swelling and moisture between my legs intensifies. Another moan escapes my throat, this one longer, deeper, more guttural. The vocalization of my longing for you. My longing to have you touch my body. My longing to touch your body. My hands move now through your hair, down along the line of your jaw. My fingers trace the line of your lips. They claw tenderly at your lips while mine still cover them pulling you closer to me. My hands wander some more around your jaw line, around your ears rubbing your earlobes absently and massaging your neck and shoulders so I can feel your muscles move and stretch as you respond to my fervent kisses. My hands move more now down over your arms pulling you around my waist and pressing your hands firmly on my ass. Your heat sears into my ass and I gasp slightly pulling away from your lips no longer than the blink of an eye before returning to them before they could feel my presence missing. With renewed vigor I press harder into your lips and my hands return to your hair and press your head into mine moving my mouth over your lips from side to side. Licking and kissing you and pulling each of your lips inside my mouth, one at a time so I can nibble and taste them. My heart is now beating fast and my nipples ache to have you touch them and poke through all the layers of material, so hard now that they actually hurt. I smile inwardly at the lovely hurt that you cause in me.
My hands now move down your body pulling at your shirt. The buttons holding the material between you and I give way happily as I open them each with agile, hungry fingers. I run my fingers nimbly over your chest feeling your hairs tickle me before I reach your hardened nipples. Your nipples are taut as mine and the thought of your excitement spurs me on. Still kissing you I run my fingers over each of your nipples barely grazing them at first them stopping and running my fingertip over and around the perimeter of each taut tip. My own excitement mounts and I feel moisture rush again to my loins. I grab at your hand and thrust it between my legs to show you the heat you instill in me. My eyes close as I feel your fingers wrap under my mound and hold me tight pressing your fingers up to toy with me playfully.
I pull your shirt wider now and take my lips from yours looking into your eyes for a moment before lowering my head to your nipple. My tongue darts out to meet your nipple and a soft moan again escapes my lips as I see your nipple jump. I smile happily and dive my mouth first to one nipple then the other licking and kissing before biting into each nipple playfully. I suck the nipple and the surrounding flesh into my mouth threatening to mark each one. I pull back and smirk softly as I look into your eyes again. I return my mouth to yours and kiss you hard once again.
I reach now down your chest. Down over your hips and grab at your pants. I deftly pull at your pants and open them without a struggle, almost as if they wanted to be opened? Smiling to myself my mouth waters some more at the thought of your cock and I pull your fly wide open. I breathe in a deep breath as I feel your hardened cock wiggle up as if reaching for the freedom of the world. Reaching in one more time I pull your cock free of your underwear and the heat of your shaft on my hand sends a wave of electricity through me. Sliding my hands inside your underwear I pull them wide releasing your cock to feel the air. Smiling happily I look down at your cock, admiring it, loving it for the undeniable proof it is of the affect I have on you.
You gasp slightly and resign yourself to what you know must happen next. Slowly you begin to move to your knees. You know this is expected of you. You don't need to be told. Settling onto your knees, the way you know I like, makes me inhale sharply and hold my breath. I look down at you and watch you widen your legs letting me have perfect view of you. You know the effect you have on me, the effect you have when I see you this way. Open and exposed to me , revealed and ready. Your cock alert and mine. Affected by me in the same way I am affected by you. This primal connection between us so palpable at times. This is why I miss you when you are not with me. This is why I long for you. The electricity between us ignites me, fuels me. The way you give yourself to me is what feeds me. You are what makes me feel the most alive.
You press your head to my thigh and close your eyes, I can feel the flutter of your eyelashes against my skin as you do and you sigh and I know we both feel the reconnection happening. We share this moment a lot. We need this ritual each time we are apart. My hand moves to your head like a touchstone and I caress your hair and scalp and you sigh again. I have come to live for that sigh. That release. That audible surrender. You. Are mine.
No One Notices by Anonymous
I spent months debating if I should ever submit this, but then one night another submissive spoke with me. His concerns reflected my own and I felt this needed to be shared so that others who could not speak had a voice. Maybe my confession will help another and maybe they will find sanctuary in those around them as I have not. Either way I hope anyone feeling like this knows they are not alone.
People always talk about dominance/submission and vanilla relationships as if there is a clearly defined line, but rarely is it spoken about what happens when the path that you once followed no longer feels right. I have been on my knee's since I first stumbled across the idea of BDSM and long before I had a name for the feelings inside. It was never a struggle for me as it felt right. She simply had to smile and everything in the world became focused and clear. I never worried about right and wrong as my faith in her word was absolute and clear. My direction and focus had a purpose and in serving I experienced a lightness that some refer to as freedom but for me was like finding square hole for my square peg.
No one prepares you for what it's like to one day be thrown back into the world on your own when for so long you have known only thing. It's not just letting go of a person or an idea of a relationship but a complete starting over and a piece of you is now gone. When you give that much of yourself to another there is not much left when that person is no longer there. You go through your days slowly learning how to be you once more, but a different you then you were or ever knew before. Suddenly you are making decisions and being forced back into a "vanilla" way of life to which you have not been accustomed. It's not just hurt or rejection, but it's like finding pieces of a puzzle you have no picture for and you are different after that whether you want to be or not. It's like the loss of a first love, but more a loss of yourself.
You find you way back to a new you but a bit more guarded. Eventually someone else comes along. That is the way of things and it's not the same as it was before but how could it be? Not worse, not better, just different. Once more you say here I am, here is all of me knowing there is an innocence to yourself lost. You find a different way of being beneath their guidance. Believing in words of adoration, trusting in their promises, finding faith in all the time you are together until one day it ends abruptly, harshly, and without warning. You discover you have been nothing more then an online distraction when you thought you were building a life.
I am not shattered, I am destroyed. And though I find once more I can move on something is not the same. I am not the same. Suddenly kneeling is a struggle, using honorrifics leaves a bad taste in my mouth, forcing myself to respond how I know I am supposed to when inside something is screaming slowly leads to depression. So I take time to try and recover and every now and then a spark rekindles and reminds me of that feeling of letting go. Only now I hit a wall that was never there before. I can't push past it. At first I was left just wondering if I am more guarded, but it's something deeper and a heavyness settles in. What if I gave so much there is nothing left anymore? Is there a line where a person can be pushed too far to ever recover from? Places that seemed like home, people I felt were family I cannot bring myself to go to or be around. The mere idea of ever serving someone causes my muscles to tense up and I am shaken to my very core. Can a submissive be broken to the point where they can no longer submit anymore?
If you had asked me this years ago I would have laughed at the very idea that something so internal could ever be damaged in such a way. Yet today I am left with no other explanation. No one ever talks about this moment and those around are in these longterm successful relationships or so new this concept is beyond them. The loneliness gets longer and deeper. I never say anything because who would ever understand that what was once so natural now leaves me fighting for my very breath. I am at a crossroads and there is no path that makes sense anymore. The idea of just giving up and having a life where D/s plays no part tears more of my soul apart, but the concept of ever handing over the reigns gives me a cold sweat. People have told me it takes time, but it has been a long time and nothing is changing. If anything it's getting worse. I know better then anyone that time does not heal all. I have never felt so alone, so scared, and so at a point of losing an essential part of who I am or was or maybe still am. I still look around and the hardest part is no one seems to really notice I am not the same.
People always talk about dominance/submission and vanilla relationships as if there is a clearly defined line, but rarely is it spoken about what happens when the path that you once followed no longer feels right. I have been on my knee's since I first stumbled across the idea of BDSM and long before I had a name for the feelings inside. It was never a struggle for me as it felt right. She simply had to smile and everything in the world became focused and clear. I never worried about right and wrong as my faith in her word was absolute and clear. My direction and focus had a purpose and in serving I experienced a lightness that some refer to as freedom but for me was like finding square hole for my square peg.
No one prepares you for what it's like to one day be thrown back into the world on your own when for so long you have known only thing. It's not just letting go of a person or an idea of a relationship but a complete starting over and a piece of you is now gone. When you give that much of yourself to another there is not much left when that person is no longer there. You go through your days slowly learning how to be you once more, but a different you then you were or ever knew before. Suddenly you are making decisions and being forced back into a "vanilla" way of life to which you have not been accustomed. It's not just hurt or rejection, but it's like finding pieces of a puzzle you have no picture for and you are different after that whether you want to be or not. It's like the loss of a first love, but more a loss of yourself.
You find you way back to a new you but a bit more guarded. Eventually someone else comes along. That is the way of things and it's not the same as it was before but how could it be? Not worse, not better, just different. Once more you say here I am, here is all of me knowing there is an innocence to yourself lost. You find a different way of being beneath their guidance. Believing in words of adoration, trusting in their promises, finding faith in all the time you are together until one day it ends abruptly, harshly, and without warning. You discover you have been nothing more then an online distraction when you thought you were building a life.
I am not shattered, I am destroyed. And though I find once more I can move on something is not the same. I am not the same. Suddenly kneeling is a struggle, using honorrifics leaves a bad taste in my mouth, forcing myself to respond how I know I am supposed to when inside something is screaming slowly leads to depression. So I take time to try and recover and every now and then a spark rekindles and reminds me of that feeling of letting go. Only now I hit a wall that was never there before. I can't push past it. At first I was left just wondering if I am more guarded, but it's something deeper and a heavyness settles in. What if I gave so much there is nothing left anymore? Is there a line where a person can be pushed too far to ever recover from? Places that seemed like home, people I felt were family I cannot bring myself to go to or be around. The mere idea of ever serving someone causes my muscles to tense up and I am shaken to my very core. Can a submissive be broken to the point where they can no longer submit anymore?
If you had asked me this years ago I would have laughed at the very idea that something so internal could ever be damaged in such a way. Yet today I am left with no other explanation. No one ever talks about this moment and those around are in these longterm successful relationships or so new this concept is beyond them. The loneliness gets longer and deeper. I never say anything because who would ever understand that what was once so natural now leaves me fighting for my very breath. I am at a crossroads and there is no path that makes sense anymore. The idea of just giving up and having a life where D/s plays no part tears more of my soul apart, but the concept of ever handing over the reigns gives me a cold sweat. People have told me it takes time, but it has been a long time and nothing is changing. If anything it's getting worse. I know better then anyone that time does not heal all. I have never felt so alone, so scared, and so at a point of losing an essential part of who I am or was or maybe still am. I still look around and the hardest part is no one seems to really notice I am not the same.
Real Life Session by Anonymous
Well a naughty boy entered the Deep abyss that is the Hanwell correctional institute and some fours hours later a much better behaved boy left all thanks to a Judge and a disciplinarian. Creeping up the stairs to get changed nervously I could hear Miss Miranda but I was swirling with the image of Ms Irene Boss short skirt white blouse stockings and a snarl tapping her hairbrush on her hand and looking at me. I was in trouble big trouble, as yet I did not know how much but it was going to be a lesson I would not forget in a hurry.
After some fumblings down to my nervousness I was led naked to the inspection chamber where Miss Miranda would take the lead for this first part. All the time the ladies were smiling to themselves mentioning little snippets of what I had in store and then continuing with their business. the business of punishment and discipline. I was spread in a medical chair securely held tight while both Miss Miranda and Ms Boss took turns to shave me and ensure I was ready to begin my punishment. The humiliaiton of turning around and having my bottom or "boy pussy shaved" was indeed a thought I will never forget. Miss Miranda talked me through the securing of the chastity device and Ms Boss or Aunty Irene as she now became secured the key on her ear ring. Always in view, tantalising, but so far out reach. Miss Miranda then handed me over officially to Aunty Irene I was shaved locked in chastity and had been fingered and spanked but that was just the muse bouche.
Aunty Irene took me up the stairs and had me secured in place and proceeded to spank my bottom with her hand. Other implements where used and I was scolded so I felt like a naughty boy who had been sent to his disciplinarian to learn a lesson. Aunty Irene has decided that I was to be penetrated so she ensured I was well prepared and gently but with complete control she ensured I was well lubricated and then plugged so I could be used later. This was an amazing feeling both humiliating and exciting all in one like drowning but liking it.
Over the knee with the slipper and hairbrush as i was scolded and held in position by this time aunty Irene had the chastity device removed and I kept getting more spanks for getting hard whilst over her knee. the leg locks were divine as I was held in place and then squeezed into submission by a lithe and supple Aunty. Indeed I was trapped spanked and learning a lesson at the house for wayward boys. Some respite came with water chatting all the time and then the chance to worship and adore Aunty's stockinged feet and legs. what a treat on the one hand but the positioning Aunty used just cemented her position as a superior female as I was suppline to her demands and as she towered over me I felt my place in her world.
Intermittent penetration from Aunty Irene was used on me I must admit to been nervous but the skill aunty Irene showed enabled the experience to be humiliating but also enjoyable as well. Especially when I was bent over with aunty Irene taking me with one leg on my back. This is definitely an image for total recall and one that shall remain with me until my last moments here. More spanking and foot worship commenced and then it was an amazing suggestion by aunty Irene. I was sent into the other room while she got the main room ready. She pulled a chair across the room and I heard the scrape of the legs on the wooden floor. Following that her footsteps came closer to where I was and then the door flung open.
Aunty Irene looked crosser than she had been before I had been caught masturbating and she was not happy with that she hauled me by the ear out into the room all of the time saying how disappointed she was with me and how i would be taught a lesson it really made me feel like a true naughty boy. I was then placed over her knee and the stockinged legs hooked me into place as she then proceeded to spank and scold with her hairbrush. The spanking was intense the type that you want to stop it leaves you short of breath as you feel the bite of the hairbrush and its fiery kiss. Hard and fast and with no reprieve I was here to learn how to behave with aunty Irene and that is what happened. an amazing experience and one i hope to repeat sooner rather than later. Caught at last and be careful what you wish for you might just need it again.
After some fumblings down to my nervousness I was led naked to the inspection chamber where Miss Miranda would take the lead for this first part. All the time the ladies were smiling to themselves mentioning little snippets of what I had in store and then continuing with their business. the business of punishment and discipline. I was spread in a medical chair securely held tight while both Miss Miranda and Ms Boss took turns to shave me and ensure I was ready to begin my punishment. The humiliaiton of turning around and having my bottom or "boy pussy shaved" was indeed a thought I will never forget. Miss Miranda talked me through the securing of the chastity device and Ms Boss or Aunty Irene as she now became secured the key on her ear ring. Always in view, tantalising, but so far out reach. Miss Miranda then handed me over officially to Aunty Irene I was shaved locked in chastity and had been fingered and spanked but that was just the muse bouche.
Aunty Irene took me up the stairs and had me secured in place and proceeded to spank my bottom with her hand. Other implements where used and I was scolded so I felt like a naughty boy who had been sent to his disciplinarian to learn a lesson. Aunty Irene has decided that I was to be penetrated so she ensured I was well prepared and gently but with complete control she ensured I was well lubricated and then plugged so I could be used later. This was an amazing feeling both humiliating and exciting all in one like drowning but liking it.
Over the knee with the slipper and hairbrush as i was scolded and held in position by this time aunty Irene had the chastity device removed and I kept getting more spanks for getting hard whilst over her knee. the leg locks were divine as I was held in place and then squeezed into submission by a lithe and supple Aunty. Indeed I was trapped spanked and learning a lesson at the house for wayward boys. Some respite came with water chatting all the time and then the chance to worship and adore Aunty's stockinged feet and legs. what a treat on the one hand but the positioning Aunty used just cemented her position as a superior female as I was suppline to her demands and as she towered over me I felt my place in her world.
Intermittent penetration from Aunty Irene was used on me I must admit to been nervous but the skill aunty Irene showed enabled the experience to be humiliating but also enjoyable as well. Especially when I was bent over with aunty Irene taking me with one leg on my back. This is definitely an image for total recall and one that shall remain with me until my last moments here. More spanking and foot worship commenced and then it was an amazing suggestion by aunty Irene. I was sent into the other room while she got the main room ready. She pulled a chair across the room and I heard the scrape of the legs on the wooden floor. Following that her footsteps came closer to where I was and then the door flung open.
Aunty Irene looked crosser than she had been before I had been caught masturbating and she was not happy with that she hauled me by the ear out into the room all of the time saying how disappointed she was with me and how i would be taught a lesson it really made me feel like a true naughty boy. I was then placed over her knee and the stockinged legs hooked me into place as she then proceeded to spank and scold with her hairbrush. The spanking was intense the type that you want to stop it leaves you short of breath as you feel the bite of the hairbrush and its fiery kiss. Hard and fast and with no reprieve I was here to learn how to behave with aunty Irene and that is what happened. an amazing experience and one i hope to repeat sooner rather than later. Caught at last and be careful what you wish for you might just need it again.
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