Untitled by Anonymous

 Sometimes the moon's orbit wobbles around the earth.   Those wobbles produce higher and lower tides, and dramatic events on  earth.   The gravitational attraction isn't a straight path, no matter the strength of gravity's pull.  And sometimes for me my path is not clear, my commitment is wobbly, and I forget the path I am on -- the path with Mistress.   But her pull, her path, her power is always there...undeniable, unshaking and a law of nature.   

It is best to let the law of nature take over and to follow her path, listen, and follow.  Einstein conceived of a planet's path through time space similar to a bowling ball moving over a mattress -- the object moves through a smooth path carved for it.  The easiest way is to follow the path created in a straight line.  Deviance from the path and wobbles cause friction, bumps and instability.

I often forget these truths as I get swallowed up in personal thought, drama and life.  And yet she doesn't.  For that I am grateful, and it is her nature.  She can't change her pull, and my attraction to it, no matter how I might try.  It is the nature of the bond, of D/s of us.

Thank you Miss for being there.   For not letting go, for not letting me spin off into a self-centered, untethered world of uncertainty and loneliness.   For being you and crafting Us.

Anonymous Confession 2

Well I did it.  I bought a beautiful Brazilian Horn stiletto switchblade.  9" of ultra sharp stiletto blade that springs out with a stroke.  Polished, glowing and ready.

Those of you who know me now know who your perverted psycho writer is.  Those of you who don't probably best hope you don't find out.  

You know how I ended up as a "sensual domme"?  I was pleasing the men.  The men who ache for a tame seductress who wants to tie them down and make them cum like a fountain.  Oh yep they will bend the knee for that fantasy.  And as a woman shocked by her own desires I counted myself fortunate to have men around me who wanted to let me control them.  And I took what was offered and gave what I thought I had to give.  I was fucking grateful.  Yes I want to tie you to the four corners of the bed....now I would like to spank you - lightly......and now I want to......oh you need to cum?....oh ok, can't neglect the almighty cock.  Would you like a little oral first?  

Oh lord it is embarrassing how very much I bottomed from the top.  And for how long.  Because the message that you must cater to men's desires goes that deep, at least for me.  And it took a long time to recognize that being gentile and careful and catering to what he wants by instinct, is not dominance.  It's not female led.  And it is not at all satisfying.  Not for me.  

I am ready to let your desires go.  I want to be the owner and mistress of the man who is truly mine.  The one who will be available for my desires, which tend to the violent; without question.  The one who is my whore.  The one that I adore.  

I like to whip, and wound and cut.  I like to slap - oh I like it a lot.  I like to punch.  I like to choke and restrain by the neck.  I like to use my hands.

I want to splay you and bind you, then run the point of this stiletto over you, down your torso, down your thighs, the point poised on your taint. pushing just enough to cause I fuss.  I want you hard throughout, including as i incise my name on your cock.  i want to pattern your thighs with bloody designs.  I want to watch the blood dry on you and crack.  I want you to hold my blade between your teeth carefully, as I fuck you to my cum and yours.  Yours NOT FOR YOU.  Yours because it fascinates me to see your cum dribble over your dried blood as you turn into a pretty pink painting for me.  Then I want to wash you, dry you; salve and seal your wounds; ensure you heal perfectly.  The love that I have for your body is unmatched.

A little irony to end with.  I asked my submissive a long time ago why his previous relationship had ended.  "Oh, she pulled a knife on me" was his response.  If all goes to plan, he is about to find out the meaning of "tip of the iceberg".  Wish me luck.

Stallion's Confession

My confession.   

I hope this is the correct way to do this.   

I feel like its almost impossible to find an outlet for my personal Kinks.  I like Femdom I love to be around Strong women. But I am not much in to being a simple sub. I have been in the past, in various forms. 

An obedient soft slave of sorts. that wore a collar and did as told. Trying hard to be a good boy.   

I have also been a Defiant disobedient slave and sub.  And disobeyed and did as much as i could to be punished. 

These can be fun, But sadly they do not really scratch the Itch that builds up.  

I am a Role player at heart. And love to play out scenes. Where I get to play the Cocky Arrogant defiant and lusty type.   A Barbarian.   The boastful guy at the gym. The pushy Head of the football team.  

The men that often I feel deserve to end up in trouble and being taught a lesson.  These types of roles, play in to my kinks very well.   I also enjoy just being the nice guy or maybe the Ill fated Slave that does not know what is coming. Lured in by a pretty face or a smoldering Temptress. Who turns out to be a Femme Fatal. 

No matter the theme. The desire is to find myself Bound maybe Gagged, I love being a Captive. Being Held and bound and locked up against my will.  and seeing a woman walk towards me with Lust and Mischief in her eyes.  A desire to see me struggle and fight. But ultimately be at her mercy. 

To be teased, taunted, and tormented. 

Watching her eyes slip over my body. Seeing the way being bound puts me on display for her.  Her hands explore pull at my hair, Pinch at my skin. Scratch her way down to pulling away the last bit of covering I have Letting my pride and lust fall free for her to see. 

In my fantasies I am well gifted. A large length of flesh that hangs for her to admire. She looks at it like its a meal. Like a cat looking at a cornered mouse.  She is going to have her fun at my expense.  And I cant stop her. 

Soft touches. As she takes it in her hand. coaxing it to wake for her. To rise to her bidding. She lets it go and steps a way. giving me more to look at. Slipping from the clothing she wore. Letting me see what I had desired.  At first I think maybe this will be fun. Maybe this is just going to be a bit of Kinky play.  But she quickly dispels that with a snapping kick. 

Her foot now bare flashes up to catch my low hanging fruits. A swift strike that makes me want to buckle and groan. Trying to protect myself. But bound as I am, I can't....   She laughs, Seeing me so powerless. She steps closer and this time her strike is a lot more intimate. Her body close Breasts pressed to my chest My semi hard length trapped between us as she drive her Knee up. Watching my face, my eyes as she does. 

It leaves me coughing and almost retching as she steppes away. Letting me have that small reprieve. She moves slowly hips swaying. She uses her body as a weapon. As the pain aches in my belly, She draws my eyes and my mind away from it.  she works to raise my lust as well. Her rear, her back, her legs, She touches herself. Leading my eyes where she wants them to go. She teases me with her body. Touching herself. Then looking at me, Her eyes falling down to my manhood,  at the part she is focused on. 

She stops her tease as she steps close again. This time she is gentle. once again caressing and coaxing my pride to rise. Taking it in hand she starts to slowly stroke it. She uses the wetness from her own lust to stroke over the tip. working the soft skin down to reveal the swollen plump head. She toys with it. Bringing the hard flesh back to life. After the shock of the previous pain. 

Any protests I try to make die in the gag. As she takes her time and works the hard flesh to be as rampant as she wants it to be. She glances at my eyes. She knows this feels good. Even as the rest of my body aches she makes me feel this, pulling me from the pain in to the lust again. Making me feel both, to mix the two in my core.  

In time she pulls her hands away. leaving the turgid flesh to bounce freely.  Watching it jump and jerk as i tense my inner muscles. The sounds i make as if begging her to continue.  She has me on that edge. Now she backs away. A hand moving over her body again.  She speaks,  A soft laugh as she watches me so bound and powerless and still begging with my eyes.  She tells me she wants to play a game.  She wants to see how well I can resist her charms. If I can do as she wants me to, no matter how hard it gets. 

If I Win. Well she will give me what it was I Really wanted. 

If I loose though. Well then She will gets what she really wants.   

I am torn. My body is on edge and I cant really think straight. I give her a look and nod. 

She smirks.  Telling me I did not really have a choice. But likes to see how eager I am . 

She comes back oil in hand. She pours some in her hands and coats her inner thighs. As she steps up to me. Her hands move up over my chest as her legs wrap around my  screaming hard length. She crosses her ankles and using me to keep balance she starts to roll her hips her legs stroking back and forth forward and back over the trapped flesh. her hot and still wet sex pressed to the hard member. as she grinds on it her own face showing how good it feel. She Pushes and pulls rolled her thighs against each other as she moves and watches the way my skin flushes and my heart starts to race.   

She turns her rear now pressed to my belly. Her legs again wrapping around as she starts to push back in to me. Pumping and huffing. Her oiled hands reach for the head the end of my lusty member that she can see poking from her thighs. She starts to roll and twist her hands around the tender sensitive head. Making my body shudder and jump. She tells me. sternly. I am not allowed to make a mess. I have to hold back to keep enduring. 

Its a loosing battle. She has already gotten me too close. And now .. Now I am gritting my teeth and bearing down on my inner muscles trying to hold off. But as her hands toy and polish the head. Its far to much. I let out a screaming moan. As the first gush of my lust jumps free. She watches as it spills. long Ropes of lust falling to the floor as she keeps her thighs working. 

Its just a few moments But it feel like an eternity. As she slowly stepped away. looking at the mess she shakes her head. She is disappointed she says, but her eyes give away the excitement she is feeling. She walks to a table and returns with a device. It opens to show a stretched elastic ring. Seizing my sensitive length she pushes the stretched ring to the base and then lets the device release it. It bites in tight. making the hard length look strangled as the veins stand out and then start to darken.  She smiles her wicked smile. And walks back to the table. This time she picked up a pair of shears. Her eyes are vicious and lust filled as she walks back. opening and closing the blades. in a snapping motion. As she looks at the strangled flesh. 

She looks in to my eyes and says since i failed that I obviously do not deserve to keep such a big toy. Since i cant control it.  She places the blades around the glistening member and leans in and drags her teeth over my chest. I am struggling fighting trying to get free. My head tossing my hair whipping around, Then i lock eyes with her.  I can see the lust and pleasure she is feeling. The burning heat of that look as she snaps the blades closed. 

 ......   As you can see My kinks are dark and wicked. Very hard to find someone that likes to play these out. And have fun with the wicked play.     I don't mind being a good boy. Being an obedient boy. but for me the real way to scratch my itch is to put me in the deep dark dungeon and make me beg for mercy that will not be shown . 

   

Confession by Anonymous

I attended the "Would you Rather" game that was hosted on 7/25. It was different from the usual kinky interactions that I see either online or from the local area. Everyone was having a good time and it was apparent to see the relationships that people have created. Especially when it came to Dommes and their subs. The way they talked, make jokes, brought up past experiences, everything was proof of how amazing their relationships are, at least from my perspective. It made me realize that I have been longing for a relationship like that for a long time. It's difficult for me to go out and put myself out there in the local area. (Mainly because I am shy as hell, unless someone is pushing me, or because of Covid)

I took some time off of kinky interactions after my last potential relationship to do some soul searching. What do I really want? What dynamic can I agree to that will more than satisfy my/my partners desires as well as being able to realistically maintain that relationship with everything else I do in my life? I know what my ultimate dream is, but it's not something I can't have at this moment, maybe even ever. I have other passions and commitments in my life that currently take precedent over my ultimate kinky dream, that I want to one day live. Lately I have tried my best to bottle up those feelings and desires. But I don't think I can/want to anymore. It's not always realistic to have the best of both worlds, but is it even a possibility for me? Can I find the opportunity to have pieces of them both and slowly try to have more of them over time? Giving up on one of them all together can't be the answer. It just can't be. I wonder if making a commitment to myself to really trying to find someone and have some sort of balance is what I should do? Trying to do this while everything is going on in the world makes it much more difficult.

I wanted to attend today's event to just have some fun with people who's company I enjoyed, but now these bottled feelings are starting to rise at an alarming rate. I usually try to be anonymous when writing about any help or advice. Mainly because I want don't want others to see that I am going through these difficulties. I'd rather be seen as the funny/silly guy that I know I am. But I'm now at a point where I need to find an answer for the tug of war that's been going on inside my mind and heart. I hope that I find an answer to my questions soon.

One Through Five by Anonymous

poem called: one through five
a poem based on a subs reflection of events that ensued, in a interactive scene with Mistress.


one through five
do you feel alive?
contemplation, preparation, exhilaration, liberation,

reflection,
yes.

as the guard falls deathly, beyond these walls,
as the summit peaks in time, within these halls.
the mind now like a horse, galloping, preparing for its races,
the body is readying itself, to be put through some paces.

as i have a fear of what may present in this store,
i allude to myself, what can i allure.
a quiver full of arrows they shoot down my spine,
are these words for me?... really are they mine!?
"before we begin, are you really comfortable with this"
my mind is screaming in fear, but yet bliss.

understanding the rules, the traffic lights and one through five,
i take a deep breath, now time to contrive.
the hand shakes slightly as i am ready to start,
all i can hear is this sound of my heart.

"do these things...., did you prepare the bed?",
bare thigh flesh suddenly becoming quite a pretty color of red.
as the numbers like a student, the graduations grows,
as the impact with tenacity, as each impounding blows.

the smell of fall fills the room,
as my thoughts of whats to come begins to loom.
as i watch the flicker, knowing what my arm can handle, a little snap of the pin.
but oh, when it's asked, a certain way to be hit free from the skin,
a little almost yelp echoes, as it shoots out of sight.
and a new part of flesh, now growing red and bright,

a trickle of heat down onto the torso,
relaxation of the apprehension, even more so.
a sudden stinging, over the already reddening thigh,
i jump in a shock, as i wince, i close an eye.
i gather myself, as for what is to come,
feeling we are just starting, we are not yet done.

with more of snapping in different places,
speaking difficult as a change of faces.
testing again with a trickle, now over the breast,
now gather my thoughts, just for a moments rest.

i remember these words ".... it's in your near future, maybe"
from what comes next, this calendar, was very fast to see.
controlling the motion, of my now almost trembling hand,
looking at my marks, as a temporary brand.
each breathless breath i take, i feel increasingly shy,
you've heard this whole thing, yet i should not to you deny.
these sounds, resounding quite loudly i feel,
is this really happening? is this whole thing is it real?


masochistic i admit too, yet term pain-slut i fight,
can my body give an answer, am i wrong or am i right?
i crave to serve, to please, to entertain,
i long for the day, till i feel this again.

thank You so much Mistress.

By Anonymous

I'm getting married to Mistress in 2 days ........

and my ex Miss even tho she is blocked etc etc

her standing there in the same club close to me does have an effect on me
her being near me has a effect of a urge to just talk to her
or at least be her friend in some way and its hard to just .............

look away and ignore her even if blocked or not

a lot of emotions come up and im not sure what they are

i have been told not to IM her ever again
and shes told me not to contact her etc
but she stands near me and i just want to just

i guess my confession is im thinking about just being her friend but its that or would that be possible

given the circumstaces

i feel so so stuck and trapped

i love my Mistress and im getting married in 2 days

but my ex pulls something in me out badly

and im not sure what it is i just need them to just

im not sure so i guess i confess to thinking about unblocking them and asking them something

i know its wrong and i know i wont do it but the temptation to do it ...... is very great when there in the same room ............

i guess i want that one more night and be done with it but i cant ....... Mistress told me not to IM her again .......

Confession by Cam

You never really know what someone is like until you meet them.  Yes, we'd met in SL, chatted in text and in voice, swapped pictures - all of that.  You think you know them, but you don't really.  There's always room for doubt; for things unseen.  Not lies or half-truths but omissions.  Little snippets of character or appearance; mannerisms or ways of being, that might put one off.  They say never meet your heroes but if you don't of course you'll never know that they're really just normal people - or the most incredible person.  You have to scratch that card and hope it comes up with bells and not lemons.

Seeing Mistress in that secreted-away café in a Holborn side street for the first time washed away any doubts.  Her smile.  Bell. Her gentle persuasiveness. Bell. And the effortless style of her clothes.  Bell. We sat and chatted - it was weird, meeting someone for the first time that you know so well, so strange yet so familiar.  She asked me if I still wanted to come with her.  I agreed and we walked back to her flat via the shops.  I've been completely hers ever since.

I still look back to that meeting sometimes with fondness - the cafe isn't there any more; well, it is, but it's a different company now.  Some things don't change though.  Her smile, her gentle persuasiveness, and her effortless style.  Nor does my love for her.  Except that it ages well, like a good wine.  Better every year and well worth drinking deeply..

Carbs by Lady Karrie

I am feeling in a really fucked off mood tonight. Oh I swore, too fucking bad. if you had the day i had you would be fucking swearing too or standing in the middle of a busy street, screaminnnnng until the ambulance took you away. to Fuck knows where. So if you are offended slip the fuck away.

It started around 8am,  I left for my first business meeting, makeup beautifully set and hair perfectly blow dried, I slipped out of the apartment to be met with a hurricane of wind and rain.  As I tried to hide my face from the onset a rancid takeaway wrapper blew into my face blurring my vision and my six inch heels stepped into the leftover kebab and fries that was splattered on the pavement. And yeah I feel flat down on my arse. I was fucking furious sitting there stinking of chilli and fuck knows what dripping down my hair. I didn't even notice the split in my Chanel black jeans until after someone in the meeting quietly mentioned it!

At lunch my fucked up arse of an assistant brought me the wrong sandwich even although i had clearly said it was my no carbs day! I had to fucking eat it too. Ok he brought me alternative but when its right in front of you, you arent going to say oh no i don't want the chicken and cheese on Rye ill just have the pissed off looking limp salad are you! Fucking imbecile. Ill sack him tomorrow I cant afford my diet ruined by a fucking clown of a man.

And of course because I had the bread i thought fuck it and sent him out for fat coke and donuts.

And that is why I am totally fucked off today! Ruined my whole fucking diet Monday once more! I cant stop thinking of that idiot feeding me a pile of fucking fat.

And yes I know I shouldnt play when Im angry but do you know what you can fuck off too. Im not in the mood.

Hes waiting for me now.......hes gonna suffer.

"John why the fuck are you not kneeling" I punch him to the floor and kick him hard in the balls. "Answer me cunt"

No response, What the fuck. I get enough ignorance of men at work I am sure as fuck not putting up with it here as well.

I grab his hair tight and pull his head down whilst bringing a knee up into his face.

He squeals.
I am not ready to laugh as I normally would.. hes just annoying me more.

I slap his face hard and scream...thick spittle flies onto his face.."One last chance or I will fucking cut you deep"

"Sorry sorry Mistress you told me that I wasn't to kneel today until you told me. I am so sorry Mistress Very sorry"

For fuck sakes His fucking pathetic sorry sorry was really irritating I cant stand whining.

I grab my knuckle dusters from the nearby chair and smash his face making sure I make contact with his hooked nose. The blood soothes me slightly. His body crumbling to the floor doesn't. Fucking wimp!

"Get the fuck up you spineless little worm " As I drag him to the corner crucifix, he squeals like a pathetic piece of pork. I roughly affix his restraints, pinch his nipples ruthlessly till he screams then I bend for an instant to lick a  delicious trail of blood that oozes into his soft mouth, "Like blood on snow" I whisper.

 I wink and somewhat excitedly, reach for the bullwhip and begin the release.

All that pent up anger, all that fury inside me fuel my game. I dont want stripes I need welts. Ragged. Unkept splattered weals scarring his pale freckled skin. As the sound of the whip cracks steadily through the humid air my cunt begins to drip its delight.

When I am out of breath, when my arm hurts so bad that I cant lift it anymore I awake from the frenzy and am almost startled by the sight before me.

Releasing his restraints I rip my pants off hurriedly and smother his face in my wet cunt.

"Get one hand on your maggot cock and hold it there. No wanking! With the other start fingering me deep. All four fingers. Push them in as far as you can, then deeper, Get your tongue spread out flat on my clit none of that fairy tip shit or doing the alphabet you arse. Thats it Now lap and fuck until I tell you to stop"

Afterwards, I call him to me.

Hes all mushy now, I love you this I love you that. I have only one last instruction.

"Cunt, go down to the shop and get me some Carb-free, Gluten free, Lactose free, Vegan caramel swirl ice cream. Dont forget the flake."

A Guessing Game by Jack

A Guessing Game

Jack's world was black.  A deep, deafening blackness that consumed him entirely - leaving him completely vulnerable.  Not the familiar greyness of a blindfold, where faint shafts of light always seemed to find a way to  sneak around the edges and relieve his deprivation, even if only for a second.  No.  This was a blackness like no other he’d ever experienced.  A blackness so dark it made him truly consider if light had ever existed at all, or if it had just been a fragment of a dream he’d had once?

That would be the black-out contacts Lady Peregrine had told him to put in of course.  Thin films of pure sensory deprivation sitting over his eyes and denying him the fundamental right of light.

Jacks head turned suddenly, hearing movement to his left.  He recognised it instantly, the light footsteps of bare feet.  No.  The light footsteps of two sets of bare feet.  It was amazing how much more detail one could attain from other senses when one was taken away.

“Hello Jack,” said a sweet high voice to his left.  A soft voice, gentle even, but laced with strands of cruel intent.  He could almost hear the malicious smile playing at the corner of those soft lips.

“Hello Lady Peregrine,” replied Jack softly.  His heart had started to quicken, a reaction to her voice he’d never been able to master.  At the same time he started to grow; his cock instantly thickening and lengthening despite a complete lack of contact.  His body had a life of its own around her.

Lady Peregrine gazed down at her latest boy and smiled to herself.  He really had been quite the surprise!  So unpromising at first, full of arrogance and false pretences.  So close to being discarded.  And yet something had caught her eye.  Something had piqued her interest.  And after slowly stripping back his layers like peeling an onion, she’d finally came to find a person she actually liked.  No.  Not even liked.  Adored!  It had been far from an easy journey though - Let's just hope he was worth the effort!  He’d certainly proved entertaining so far, but this would be his biggest test to date. 

Jack was bound, naked of course, to a simple wooden chair she’d placed in the middle of the room.  His arms were secured tightly behind his back and his legs spread and bound to the legs of the chair.  Exposing him completely and leaving him vulnerable to her every whim.  And her whims were not always gentle.  She admired the rope work for a quick moment, it really was very good!  Glancing down at Cam by her side she smiled fondly.

“Excellent work on the rope Cam,” she praised, letting a hand find Cam’s hair and lazily running through it.  “Have you been practicing by yourself puppy?”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Cam gently, trying not to let the pride of her praise show too much.

Lady Peregrine smiled one last time down at her love before turning back to Jack.  Her eyes narrowed slightly, twinkling suddenly with malevolent intent.  This was going to be fun!  She started walking around him slowly, admiring her newest boy from every angle as she gently tapped the toy in her hand against her thigh.  She knew the sound of every step would ratchet the tension and anticipation building up in poor little Jack until he was approaching breaking point.  And she hadn’t even touched him yet!  After a full circuit of detailed and slow inspection she stopped directly in from of him and leant forward slowly until her face was right next to his.  Her hand found one cheek as her lips found the other, planting a slow soft kiss at the top of his jaw line.  Jack sighed deeply, nerves momentarily washed away.  And as he sighed he felt her pull back and then drag something soft and slightly damp across his chest twice.  It all happened so fast he could barely register what had happened before he heard her speak again.

“So.  Petunia,” she started, a gentle giggle at her pet name for him doing nothing to hide her excitement.  “You and I are going to play a little game.  It’s a simple game really.  Very simple in fact!  I have written a number on your chest.  And because I’m kind I’m going to tell you that number is something between one and a hundred.  Now all you have to do is guess it!  Simple yes?”

Jack knew this would be far from simple.  The iron malice in her voice was evidence enough of that.  But he knew what was expected by now.  And even if he didn’t the pure excitement racing through him would have directed him down the correct path anyway.

“Yes Miss”

Lady Peregrine grinned wickedly. 

“And if YOU hadn’t begged me to try out these contacts Jack, you could just look down and tell me!  But alas… You were so keen to try them weren’t you?”

“Yes Miss,” repeated Jack sighing inside.  Miss had a way of turning things he’d asked for against him.  Those thoughts however were suddenly interrupted by the introduction of a new noise.  A soft, crackling noise that hummed right next to his ear.

“Oh, and a few extra rules Jack,” continued Lady Peregrine, her voice dropping soft and dangerous.  “For every guess you get wrong, I’m going to shock you somewhere.  Somewhere different each time.  Somewhere… Fun!  And it’s going to hurt!   I’m not going to pretend to you that it isn’t…”

Jacks heart thundered in his chest, a cold nervous sweat breaking out on his chest as he clenched and unclenched his fists in anticipation of the pain about to come.  “Yes Miss” he managed to get out.  But barely.

“One final thing Jack…” continued Lady Peregrine.  “I know you boys think you’re clever.  And I’m sure clever little you will be thinking the longer you take between each guess means the longer you get to recover.  Yes?  Well no Dear.   Cam is about to wrap his lips around that gorgeous cock of yours and start sucking.  He’ll only stop between the time you make a guess and the time I either tell you it’s correct or shock you.  EVERY other second his mouth will be bobbing up and down on that beautiful cock of yours.  And I promise  you Jack you do NOT want to cum without permission, which you most certainly do NOT have!  If you cum before you find the right number, the pain you’ll feel will be ten times worse and ten times more prolonged than what is about to happen!  Understand Duckie?”

Dread filled every single molecule of Jack’s being. 

“Yes Miss” he whispered. 

“Good!  Cam, begin”

Jack felt a set of warm lips wrap around the tip of his cock, but before they could sink down he made his first guess, keen not to let Cam get him anywhere near the edge before he guessed correctly.

“Seventeen please Miss!”

The lips quickly withdrew, leaving Jack alone in his dark little world again.  A world full of nervous desperate anticipation.  One second passed.  Then another.  Then an eternity, or perhaps another second, before…

“AARRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!” 

White hot pain seared through Jack, lightning bolts of pure agony driving through the inside of his left thigh and obliterating his world of black into tiny shards of torment.  His mind instantly dissolved, pain erasing rational thought for the briefest of seconds and replacing it with pure primal reflex.  Instantly the lips returned to his cock, wrapping themselves around him hungrily and driving down on him before he could even think of another number, his mind still a fog of pain.

“Nope.  Try again dear.  There’s only another 99 possible options…

Life and Death on the Ocean Waves by Mark

When the card came in the post, I was amazed. I did not even remember entering the competition. But first prize was a two-week cruise on a swanky ocean liner and I had won it. I had to make hurried arrangements, but was there at the dock, on the day, and climbed on board. But that is just me. As I often tell the chicks who work for me, I am an alpha dog. Good things happen for me. And if they cannot take the hint, they pretty soon find themselves back on the unemployment line. I mean, fuck #metoo, am I right or am I right?

At the docks, I will be honest in saying that the number of hot chicks filtering up the gangway, who must have also won the prize, just made things seem so much sweeter. I wondered if they had any better luck than me in remembering what the hell this competition was that we had apparently entered and won.

The first evening was the Captain’s Dance – and I admit I was surprised the Captain was a chick too: I said that to her, and she just smiled. I suppose she got that a lot. I mean, what are the chances, right? At the bar before the dance, I found myself spoiled for choice: I reckon there were two women for every guy. If I could remember what competition I had entered, I would enter every week. I chatted with a couple of really hot girls, but there must have been something wrong with the booze from the free bar, because after one drink, the room began to spin. Which is really odd, because as an alpha dog I can usually drink the whole night long. A couple of the female crew members helped me down a corridor, and I vaguely remember being surprised that in front of me there was a line of guys, all supported to the left and right by other female crew members. We stumbled in a kind of drunken conga-line into the main dance hall. There was a glitter-ball, but apart from that it was nothing like any dancefloor I had seen before. Across the room were St Andrew’s crosses, padded benches with chains, dog-cages, and chains hanging from the ceiling with cuffs attached. Around the dancefloor was an audience of the women, including those I had seen board the ship and I even spotted a couple of women I had chatted to in the bar.

Things were hazy, but I could roughly make out the women who had supported the guys in front of me fixing them to crosses or shoving them into cages. The women in the audience were roaring appreciation. Then I felt the two women who had helped me from the bar fixing cuffs around my wrists, and moaned as an invisible force jerked the chains tight, lifting me onto my toes. I was spinning around, suspended from the chains, and could see that the women in the audience were moving onto the floor, picking up whips and paddles from the tables around the edge of the room, Soon the dancefloor was rocking with the sound of men yelping and crying. And then as I spun around again, I found myself eye-to-eye with the Captain. She smiled.

‘You are the one who thinks women should not be in authority, is that right?’

‘I think I have been misquoted!’ I stammered. But she reached out her left hand and, pulling my shirt from my torso, grabbed one of my nipples and squeezed hard. My yelps joined the chorus of cries from the other guys in the room. She reached down to my cock and squeezed, and I felt myself grow stiff.

‘Good’, she said. ‘A pain bunny. We like pain bunnies.’

Her mand moved and curled around my balls and squeezed tight. I screamed, but the sound was lost in the noise from all of the other guys’ yells and in the laughter of the women who surrounded them.

‘In two weeks, I am going to the police’ I yelled. The Captain frowned.

I tried to cry out more threats, but as I opened my mouth she shoved a ball gag into it. In the flickering light from the glitter-ball, I saw her receive a whip from one of her crew members. She flexed it in her hands, watching me curiously.

‘Two weeks? Oh dear’, she said. ‘A mis-print in your invitation. You were specially selected. We decided that in your case, there was no need for you to even enter the competition – we entered your name on your behalf. But for you, this cruise lasts two years.’ She smiled sadly. ‘Unfortunately, somehow I do not think you are going to last the whole 24 months.’

As the first blows from the whip landed, the light from the glitter-ball, and the noises of the screaming men around me, faded into nothingness and the last conscious thought I had was an echo of the Captain’s voice:

‘Somehow I do not think you are going to last the whole 24 months’.

Songbirds by Mark

So I read recently in the papers about this guy. He had been deaf all his life, had never since childbirth heard a sound. But modern science had invented this new thing: a cochlear implant. And he was one of the guinea pigs. So they fitted this device, and all of a sudden, he could hear. He explained to the reporter how his world had expanded. He could hear what his wife’s voice sounded like. He could hear his children’s voices. He could hear music. It was as if the world had turned from black and white to technicolour.

One day he was dropping his son off at school. As he got out of the car, he heard this really high pitched sound. But it was not whiny or screechy. Instead, surprisingly, it sounded really nice. He asked his son what it was. His son looked at him.

‘Dad, it is Springtime. The songbirds are singing’.

I smiled when I read this. I went through dark times myself, when the world seemed to be monochrome instead of colour. But then, I met my Mistress, and all of a sudden, I too could hear the songbirds sing.

Mon Capitaine by Anonymous

Mon capitaine

Finally, I had managed to achieve one my dreams, and I had bought a 40 feet sail boat I had laid my eyes on for a lot of time. Consequently, my weekends were devoted to bringing whoever may require that around the bay, giving them board and lodging into the boat itself. What I was earning from that was more than enough to cover the maintenance costs.
That week, I had received a strange reservation mail. It was signed by a Lady Mary, and she had booked the board for the following weekend. I quickly replied affirmatively, but I was feeling something was wrong and was keeping me in apprehension.
On Friday morning I arrived at the jetty, and began working on the boat, to make it ready for the weekend. I used to keep it tidy, so I had not to work that much. I was waiting for this Lady Mary, but at the agreed time nobody was in sight, so I thought it might have been just a joke. I was wrong.
I was below deck, tidying some stuff up, when I heard a calling voice: “Hello, is there anybody in there?” I got out, and suddenly I was blown away. A woman, more or less my age, was smiling to me, apparently very confident, with a small luggage on the ground by her. Her appearance was very elegant: her long hair was up behind her neck and a long light shirt allowed me to foresee a well proportionated breast. A black creased skirt put in evidence two wonderful tanned legs, and at her feet a pair of high heeled black pumps. There was definitely something familiar, but I was not able to find out what it was. I was a bit bothered by the lack of an excuse for being so late. After a brief introduction, I offered her to jump on my boat, gently asking her to remove her shoes before doing that (any kind of shoes were just forbidden over the boat). And it was here I clearly got that would have been a different weekend. She looked at me, smiling, and firmly replying “I take my shoes off only when I say that. Bring me to my cabin, please”.
I didn’t answer back, and maybe that was a big mistake. I grabbed her luggage and led the way to her cabin, which I showed her. I told her we would have set sail quite immediately (we were late, after all), and she just nodded. I came on deck, finished the last little chores, hoisted sails and set course into the deep. The sun was high but enjoyable, and the breeze very pleasant.
After a couple of hours sailing, the main sail well taut and the pace very firm, Lady Mary showed up from the main hutch. She was wearing nothing but a black bikini. “I guess this boat is provided with an autopilot, isn’t it?” – “It is, Lady Mary. Why?” – “I need your help, if you don’t mind, and I would hate to get adrift because of that” – “Just a sec, Lady Mary”.
After some minutes, I was in her cabin. There was a mess, actually, and she told me “My shoes got stuck under the bed, and I get sick if I bow down. Take them for me, please”. I was about answering back and telling her that was not the task of the Captain, but I held back, I knelt down to get her shoes, when I felt her hands on my shoulders and on my head, as if she wished to force me even more down.
On the spot, I did not react. I was clearly not at ease, but something coerced me not to go against her. “My dear Paul, don’t you think this is the exact place you belong?” Paul? How did she know my second name? That discovered a heavy veil on old times…”…and, moreover, I should take offense, don’t you agree? I would have thought you should have recognised me…”
I tried to stand up, but she prevented me from doing that. “No, my dear, I told you. That’s your place. Actually, as you are there, why don’t you greet me the way a lady should be greeted? Come on, I am sure you can make it…”. Her hand pushed my head down, slowly and no hesitation, until my lips were right above her bare feet, toward which I was strangely and inexorably attracted. A shiver run along my spine as my lips brushed against her toes, and at the same time, slowly yet firmly, her nails were caressing my back, leaving a red sign on my skin. Until her hand reached over my ass, slapping it hard twice.
“I think we will spend a nice weekend together…A Lady and a Captain…mon capitaine….or should I say…a Lady and her cabin-boy…..hahahaha….Get out of here now, and make sure dinner is served at nine on the dot”
I rushed out of the cabin, flushed and confused, almost caught unaware by what had just happened, and in the following hours I tried to be distracted by taking care of the boat pace. At the right time, I stopped the boat, furled the sails (we were very far from the coast), dropped an anchor, and started to prepare dinner. I obviously furnished the table for two, trying not to forget any detail, and I mentally reviewed all the food that, refined as it could be, was, of necessity, limited by the pantry size.
At five to nine, after I changed and worn an elegant t-shirt with some nice pants, I knocked at the door of Lady Mary’s cabin, announcing dinner was ready. She told me to wait for her at the table. I got on the deck and, as I was checking everything was at its right place, Lady Mary came out, smiling as she noticed my evident amazement. She was stunning, not a diva, rather very elegant and refined. She looked at me and said “You set for two. Is there somebody here I am not aware of?” – “The second place is for the Captain.” – “Mon capitaine, it is clear you have not fully understood. You are going to eat on the floor, what and if I allow. Very likely, very little”.
The situation was getting ugly. Pretending she was just joking, I accommodated her and started to serve her food, but strangely I didn’t put anything on my dish: Her strategy was working. I just told her “Lady Mary, once again I would ask you to take those shoes off. Heels are the most noxious things for boats.
In response, she told me to get closer and to bow down, and, quite unexpectedly, slapped me hard on my face. “Kneel down, mon capitaine”
I obeyed. Something made me do it. “The most noxious, eh? Good, slide your hands under my heels, so there won’t be any problem…”
I found myself reaching out and Lady Mary, without any uncertainty, dug her heels on my palms, causing an intense pain. “Good, mon capitaine, let’s spare the boat…”, and she dug even more, until a feeble lament got out of my mouth. In the meantime, she had begun savouring the food, clearly satisfied with it. “This quiche is very tasty, mon capitaine, maybe you are a better cook than a seaman, what do you think?” and she sneered while, her heels into my open palms, I was blushing and telling her “What do you want from me, Lady Mary?”
“What do I want? Mon capitaine, I am disappointed you don’t remember. You were not extremely kind, when we first met. Maybe I was a bit different, and for certain I was not wearing such heels….hahahahaha…but it was me, and you were not respectful as you should have. Time to pay for that. And by ‘pay’ I mean I will fuck your mind…(and not just that)…as I wish, and you will be thanking me for everything I give you. Is that clear, mon capitaine?” While she talked, she was smiling and merciless digging Her heels, so that I was frightened she could make a hole. A new Jesus Christ.
As far as possible, I looked up, and my gaze had to be a very suffering one, because she smiled sweetly and told me “Mon capitaine, what’s up? Something is not good? Oh, yes, I almost forgot, you must be hungry too…” She took a long carrot, looking at it for quite some time, and all of sudden she spat on it, a rivulet of saliva slowly trickling on it. Then she grabbed my hair harshly, hurting me. “Open your mouth”. I was exhausted by the tension, my hands still under her heels, my head and neck so strained and my face accessible to her…I obeyed without complaining, and she shoved the carrot in, pushing till I was almost throwing up, lovingly saying “I care for you, strange as that may sound to you. I won’t starve you. This carrot will be your dinner, but tomorrow morning I want to see it still in your mouth, or you will see. Thank me now, as I dressed it just for you.”
I was not able to talk, as the carrot was well invading my mouth, and so I just nodded. It was not a good move. Two violent slaps hit my cheeks, and she said sweetly “A more sincere word of thanks would have been appreciated…but it doesn’t matter…I will have to think about something else” She sat down with all her weight, making me moan for the pain…and quickly dropped my pants, my bare ass fully exposed now. She took a second carrot, bigger than the first one, but she didn’t spit this time and pushed it with no hesitation right into my ass, making me shout again (shouting with a carrot full in mouth I quite ridiculous, I say) and almost faint for the pain. “Wasn’t that good of me, mon capitaine? Oh….I forgot to spit to lube it…well, never mind, carrots are good after all, aren’t they?” She laughed wickedly and whispered “Yes, I think you will be Captain TwoCarrots from now on. The notorious Captain TwoCarrots, very famous all over the seven seas…The perfect name for you…and welcome into your nightmare weekend, Captain Two Carrots…..hahahahaha….”

Need by Lady Karrie

Need

He doesnt know me fully
Yet he has seen glimpses.
Felt the pain. Carried the bruises.
Jolted from the swing of my hand.

He saw cruelty flare in a glance
He danced alongside the caress
He sipped once or twice
Slipped into the depth

But he doesnt know me fully yet.
He hasnt tasted terror yet
A broken love  Deserted.
Crushed. He doesnt know where his journey ends

I want it that way, His face
Upturned hurt and disappointed
Eyes saddened and empty
Where did all the love go.
Fairytale Discarded

A smack. A punch.
A snarl.
I want him.

Terrified.
Petrified.
Shaking uncontrollably
Begging for his life.

And when he begs,
When he truly begs.
Stunned. Raped. Broken. Vacant
I will beat him again for his weakness

Service by Ryan

Like a pull from beyond, a calling, a need.
Call it what you will but I call it worship.
The dedication and devotion to the One,
The Diety.
Call her what you will but I call her Goddess.
No deed too grear, no want too fancial,. no command roo demanding.
The only purpose is service.
Sufferring is service.
Service is worship.
I serve my Goddess.

by Ryan Brongniart

Silent J by Anonymous

Why must it be that I am silent here
How do I stand out
How do I make you notice me
I am merely a set of pixels
Pixels that I have primmed and fashioned
and nervously put together in hope that you may notice me
I do greet you each time You arrive or depart
I do so with as much as a twinkle of personality that is permitted not enough that you may think me too cheeky or unworthy of your time but enough that you may just fleetingly notice me.
Perhaps a few months is not enough but I am here still trying.
I smile at your jokes but I am not sure if i should commiserate on your mishaps.
Yes I wish to present the gentleman. Yes I am a good guy.
Where does that get me though
Standing here so silent.
I once asked to message you in Pvt but you were busy. I have been frightened to ask again. I have my dreams just now better than that a No once more accosts my senses.
Yet
I see them flock round you. Cheeky Beggars. Begging for attention. Insolent at times. Disregarding rules. They have your time.
They will be gone you know. Gone soon. Fly by nights.
Me. I shall be standing silent.
For however long that takes.
Your gentleman awaits you My Lady.
If you would only notice me.

The Railway Sleeper by Anonymous

"based on a true story"
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The Railway Sleeper

Enraged she flailed through the door and up the stairs, an air about Her said that she was having what was probably the worst day ever since I had been in her presence. I was just an onlooker to her crazed, inconsolable attitude in which she presented. I didn't dare ask what was wrong, but in amongst her venting I could make out part of what the matter was, however I didn't see appropriateness in which I should question.

I observed and listened and just like that silence fell, all of a sudden as She was taken over by a completely different persona there was calmness, a quietness, Her anger filled vent, just suddenly ended. She was gathering her thoughts of what was ready to come, my unawareness of such predicament was about to crash down soon enough. "Here!" She demanded.  I raced attentively to Her. At first glance, I didn't notice anything unusual or out of place so I may have had a questionable look upon my face. She read my face like a book with many chapters within, it was if She knew exactly how I was thinking.  She chuckled, "Time will tell," as I was inquisitively gazing around.

So here I was, unable to fathom Her request I didn't dare question, so I just patiently sat on the floor by Her. After what seemed like an eternity, her phone rang, "No, no not yet..." she announced. With a slight excitable tone, "Well how long will you be?" she questioned. "Ok, come straight in when you get here, see you soon." And with that, she hung up. My mind blazed with all the questions, I was so desperate to say, ‘Who was that? What was that about? Is everything ok?’  It was like my mind wasn't even racing now, it was sprinting, faster than a marathon runner who's about to achieve gold.

The door opens, up the stairs came one of Mistress' best friends, a guy she had known for many years he was known to me as a master of his trade, he was an expert rigger.  But, he was not of the Dominant persuasion at all, more likely a submissive if he had ever entered into the lifestyle.  But, he was merely just Her rigger friend, who was definitely the most vanilla person she was friends with. His expert knowledge in being able to understand about such things, though, always had me quite confused.

Mistress was almost tugging as his arm, which was quite amusing. I tried my best to conceal my smile, watching this motion and he got a step ladder, with four steps up, just enough to be able to reach the hatch of the attic. It was one of those in an old house, nothing fancy about it, it was just pushed away from his head, revealing a dark, dim attic. Once again, I was left with a wondering mind, what was Mistress’ plan? I knew there was something, but I couldn't yet pinpoint it. Her friend twists his body around in some almost contortionist maneuver. There was a terrible scratching sound from above, almost verging on the scratching down of a chalk board, sending shudders through my spine as this noise always did. I anxiously looked up, and as I did another sound began, a soft jingle of that I couldn't quite place.

I was usually good with not being able to see. I’d become quite accustomed to sensory deprivation, but this time I was rather thrown off by the noises that I was hearing.  I couldn't figure out what he was doing, as he manipulated something within the darkness through the little hatch.  "Is it done?" Mistress asked quite sternly, growing impatient. With that he let go of this plethora of ropes which had been installed with very strong looking D-ring style hooks, he climbed down the ladder and removed it back to the little storage room from where it came.

It was then she explained, "little one, you see We found an old railway sleeper in the attic, it was quite well preserved, so he was able to create something that I've wanted for a long time and I’m sure you have by now gathered what this is for", I softly tilted my head and nodded back in response. She ushered with her hands, "Stand up, My girl" she said. I did so without any hesitation to my Mistress’ words, led by the arm over to where the curtain of ropes hung down. Her friend dismissed himself, and as he left, I heard the door lock in the distance, there was such a silenced sound.  I’d have heard a pin drop in that very moment.  She smiled so wide and began to use my body in motions as if She was the puppet master and me her mere doll. I liked the sense of this and I gave myself to her willingly and She was more than able to use Her body of mine however She deemed necessary.

Suddenly my head was rushing, my wrists and ankles were locked into cuffs, and within moments there I was looking like a captured fly within a spider’s web. The taut bonds, from which I was suspended, providing a sense of security, Mistress expertly maneuvered the tight pulls of the soft ropes over my exposed flesh. Even though the positioning left me feeling a new sense of vulnerability, it also gave me an overwhelming sense of safety, all in the same breath. The breath of which was the only thing I was now focusing on, as the blood rushed tenderly to my head, I remember the face of Her peering down upon me as she stood by me with the biggest warmest smile of pride.

Within a moment’s breath, suddenly that all abruptly changed, I yelped out. I don't know where it appeared from, but i assumed by the table at the top of the stairs. She was only gone not even 30 seconds till She reappeared. My eyes had been shut gently and I was in a relaxed state when as I felt the warmth gather over my flesh, as if it was burning deep within.  After a few flickers of this sensation and I began to understand it more, and the yelps soon turned to breathless pleasure as I travelled to a place beyond the normality of my mind. I don't really remember being taken down from my bonds, She was so skilled in all of this, my body in awe of Her.  When I awoke, I was wrapped in Her arms in our bed. It was then I saw the most fascinating colors upon my flesh,  She traced the pieces with Her fingernail, with that I wriggled deeper into Her arms as if our bodies had become one and with that, a prideful smile upon Her face, as She announced "That’s My good girl!"

JR Confession

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Juliet is the sun! ...
O that she knew she were!

She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.
I am too bold: 'tis not to me she speaks.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek! "

The days and weeks go by, like sands in an hourglass, one after the other.  The wandering in the desert and the search for meaning, for purpose for the "yin" to my "yang."  The glove for my hand.  My submission is not a hook that can ge grabbed by any passerby, nor can I attach myself to just anyone.  Rather it is more of magnetism, an attraction that is powerful, elusive and inescapable.

There are those individuals, in SL and RL who just...pull me.  I slyly try to determine if the feeling is returned, that little bit of connected-ness, that slight pull to something.  The lure is not a sexual attraction but the energy felt by a power exchange.  The delicious dance of trust, vulnerability, release and service.  To most on the "D" side of the slash, a submissive's delight in opening up and submitting is an alien feeling, just as a submissive can't experience the delight in taking a leash and opening and taking a submissive's mind.  For me, to feel a Domme's attention is like the scene in Lord of the Rings where Sauron's eye spans the horizon and focuses on you.  Powerless, frozen, helpless in the focused attention. And it is wonderful.

But there is someone, Miss X, who I see -- and feel -- whenever i am here. She is why I came back after my ignominious banishment.  She has had boys, subs, girls, but also is a Dominant who likes to dominate, to take the power.  When she chats I listen and think, yes thats right.  When she comes to a chat or event, I always look at her clothes.  I read her profile, again, for  the 1000th times, to try to come up with a clever approach, a witticism that will draw her focus and energy at me.  I fail every time.

She is beautiful. Erudite, witty and lovely.   She evokes power, grace and charm.  She is real, she doesn't roleplay the role, and bark out orders as a false prophet.  And she makes my heart skip a beat, or two or three.  I imagine all the great feelings we can share, the depths of power and emotion, sexuality and service that we would share, together, in Sl and RL.  But I stay quiet hoping my shine attracts her eye.  It hasn't so far.  Does she know? Does she feel my attraction and deny it, or

I don't know if She even knows I feel, I want to serve, I want to see her smile and create joy for Her.  "The course of love does not run smooth/love looks not with eyes, but with the mind/ and winged Cupid painted blind...". 

Fate will bring us together or keep us apart.

"My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no
Been so long I felt this way, I'm in no hurry, no
Rainbows and down that highway where ocean breezes blow..."

Missing by Anonymous

My day
I really miss a lady in my life, a lady who wants to own me, who sees me.
One that cares for me.
Begging, I know you exists there somewhere, please let me find you and let to know you.
Better to be a shelf of hard titanium, with sharp elbows?
Is it greed and shame that are the driving forces on Earth?

Mark's Confession

They were somewhere deep in the depths of the city. The room was small, and despite all apparent common sense, the room apparently had no doors or windows …. no point of entry or egress. The walls were intermittently illuminated by a flickering blue that seemed somehow to reflect the electrical interference of badly tuned television screens.

His shoulders ached from the tension as the tight cuffs around his wrists pulled his arms back as he knelt before her. She stood over him. He sensed how close he was to the hem of her tight miniskirt, the double softness of her stocking tops, the ‘V’ at the top of her thighs, the heat of her body. Part of him yielded, and he knew he wanted to give worship, to let his lips meet hers through the filmy nylon of her panties, to allow his tongue to give her pleasure. But he refused to meet her eyes, until the sharp pain of the cattle prod on his ribs bade him look upwards to meet her gaze. She held out her hand. In her palm there were two pills. ‘You may take the red pill, or the blue pill’, she said.

He looked away, determined to be master of his own fate and captain of his soul. But the cattle prod found its mark again, and he gasped helplessly: ‘The red pill’, he whispered. She smiled down at him as she fed him the pill, then guided him between her thighs, where his lips met hers. He felt her fingers tighten in his hair as she urgently pulled his face toward her, slowly gyrating her hips. He felt himself swimming in erotic currents, his lips gliding over her stocking clad legs until they found the raised clips of her garters tugging at her stocking tops, the garter belts themselves leading upward to the warm softness of her silky inner secrets.

As he pressed his lips to her, she looked down upon him. ‘I have never known a sub who does not silently long for this’, she said, as she  rubbed herself over his mouth. ‘But I will let you into a secret. I am not here to give you what you desire, silent or not.’ As she said this, she grabbed him by the hair and threw him across the room. ‘You are here for me, not the other way around’.  She strode forward, and the sharp bite of the cattle prod hit again and again. He cowered into the corner and begged for forgiveness. ‘You mean, you do NOT want to offer me pleasure?’ she demanded. Before he could answer, the cattle prod bit deep again. He begged again to assure he wanted to offer pleasure. ‘So you are saying you want to do what I have already denied you’, she shouted. The cattle prod’s electric charge bit even more deeply. He felt himself losing grip on consciousness. But just at that moment, he spied the blue pill that she had discarded, lying in a corner of the room. As she leaned forward to shock him again, he twisted free and leaped across the room to obtain the pill. His hands were bound, but he seized it between his teeth and grinned at her. She called out ‘No!’, but it was too late, and the pill was swallowed.

The lines of the room wavered for a moment then disappeared. A bright freshness met his gaze. He lay on a field, stretching as far as the eye could see. Gibbets punctuated the scene, with male submissives hanging by the neck, stretched in tortured poses. Others were spread taut over wooden frames, being fucked by Mistresses with giant strapons until they bled. Others yet were tied to whipping posts, their flesh flayed by Mistresses as each Mistress in turn wielded her whip. Across the expanse of green field, all that could be heard was the plaintive cry of the submissive and the derisive laugh of the Mistress. He looked up, and his Mistress sadly smiled down at him: ‘What a shame, we could have had so much fun, you and I, if only you had ignored the blue pill. Welcome to reality’. He cried out his mistake as the invisible shackles dragged him towards the wooden fucking frames, but he had taken the road less trodden, and all was lost.

The Grass Field by Anonymous

The Grass Field
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5: She is riding her horse
7: rays of sunshine passing through the air
5: gagged and restrained, he is