Submissives Are Not Heat And Serve by Lady Devi

Submissives Are Not Heat & Serve

A Dom walks into  a unique supermarket where there is a case in the freezer department filled with boxes with the faces of girls on them.  Red hair, blond hair, or black...a Dom has His choice.  Tall, short, skinny or fat, a Dom has His choice.  The directions on the side of the box simply say, "heat and serve."  The Dom thinks He has found gold and so He picks up one of each.  He races home and puts the first box into the microwave and out comes the blond kneeling at His feet. The first few days seem to go alright but then on the fourth day, the girl's body wilts and go limps.  No matter how hard the Master tries to hold the girl up, she simply flops over and lays in a heap.  It seems the girl has no spine so out to the trash He carries her off.

Not discouraged, he walks back into the house and He throws the second box, with the red hair into the microwave and heats it. Once again, out pops the girl kneeling at His feet. The girl is spicy and has a fire within her and He cannot believe His luck.  A girl so full of life is sure to be the one.  A few days go by without a hitch and the Dom is happy as can be.  The fourth day arrives and He is shocked at the sight He sees.  A girl with no fire and rather bland kneels before Him.  He swears even her hair is now dull and without shine.  He quickly disgards her and runs back to the house...with one final box, this one must be it!

He takes the last box and follows the directions of simply heat and serve.  Out comes the girl with long black hair, kneeling at His feet. At first she seems deep and full of life.  Fresh from the box, a Dom's dream come true, so obedient and pleasing.  He thinks to Himself this must be the one and the last one for Me.  Two, three and even four days goes by causing Him to sigh in relief.  But the fifth day starts a new day to a girl who is stale.  The life seems to have gone and when He stares into those deep brown eyes of before, He sees only a blank stare.  In great despair, He tosses the last one out and slumps down on the sofa.

A few days later, He sees a good friend who has a submissive at his feet and who has been there for years.  His eyes perk up, seeing there is hope and thinking He missed one from the shelf.  He asks His friend which box He had picked up so He could run and get the same.  But the Man only laughed and chuckled as He said, "My dear friend, this girl did not come in a box that You simply heat and serve!"

This girl of Mine was created with time and care, like that of a homemade stew.  With just the right ingredients between U/us, and the time to let the flavors melt together, only then did W/we become Master/sub.  W/we started out as friends and took the time to learn which ingredients W/we each had, happy to discover that many overlapped.  Then slowly, as the heat simmered between U/us, only then did I start to take control and she give it to Me.  I carefully stirred, salted and tasted along the way, leading the relationship.  She willingly followed because of the care I took.  Only then did I turn up the heat and really start the cooking.  I placed a collar around her neck only then..when I knew it was right.

You see My friend, submissives are not simply heat and serve, they take time to be so delicious!!

By Lady Devi

How Many? by Anonymous

                                        by Anonymous
                                       
"How many people have you slept with?" A simple question from a recreational deck of cards.

I bit my lip while my mind drifted back to my 'first' time.  Something I fondly referred to as T-E-O-T-W.  The end of the world.  Well, at the time it was a huge deal.  I was just 15.  He was 18.  Quite honestly, he was a loser.  A loser with a very big dick. We fucked like rabbits.  I remember sucking his cock for so long, and so hard, that I raised a huge blood blister on the roof of my mouth.  It was tender for a week.  I didn't love him, but I thought I did.  He helped me realize that I was a dominant female.  I was on top, literally, nearly every time we did it.  Missionary style made me feel smothered.  His sweaty body way too close.  I swear that one time he even pissed in my mouth during head.  I spit that shit all over him, called him a 'nasty fucker', slapped his face and threatened to never fuck him again.  From that point on, he would beg for it.  I liked him begging.  I would take him when I wanted, when I felt like it.  Luckily for that bastard I felt like it often.

I still hadn't answered the question.

My mind was racing, trying to recollect, in chronological order, the boys I had entertained myself with from that starting point.  Ryan, Louis, Scott, Adam, Kenny, Barry... I kept counting to myself... Mark, Robert, um... wait, there was someone prior to Mark... oh, Danny.  God, that boy was a mess.

"I'm running out of fingers and toes," I grimaced.

There is this special 'equation' that people joke about when you're single, perhaps you've heard of it.  The Law of Three.  They say, for every person a guy says he has slept with, you divide that amount by three for the true number.  So if he says three girls, then you know it's really one, if any at all. Boys believe in inflation.

For women, you multiply.  So, if she says, "Um, three," you know in reality it's nine.  No one wants to risk being called a tramp, slut, or whore, do they?

"27," I answered.  "Well, at least those are the ones that made a lasting impression."  I smiled.

Everyone around the table gawked, choked on their drink, or laughed nervously.  My number wasn't going to be the highest, was it?  The other players responded.  It was.

Well, what can I say?  I like sex.  It is what it is.  Am I ashamed?  No.  Am I proud.  Not really.  Do I plan to add to those numbers?  Most definitely.

I heard a story on talk radio yesterday, while I was driving to work, and the DJ was appalled that a 68-year-old woman was arrested for lewd public behavior after fucking, on an amphitheater stage, with her boyfriend (who was 21 years her junior) during a Summer music festival.  I wasn't appalled, I was turned on, thinking, "Hell-to-the-yeah!"  Granted, I'm much more of a voyeur than an exhibitionist, so my enthusiasm was sparked by that visual.

As a sensual, sexual, and sadistic Domme, yes, I like physical intimacy.  But I have always practiced SSC, long before I knew what that acronym meant.  Considering my sexual awakening coincided with the frightening announcement of AIDS, you would have thought that would have been a deterrent to my adventures and exploration.  But no.  I have been fortunate, and always err on the side of caution and responsible play.

So what is my real confession?  Sex is much more to me than just 'bumping uglies'.  More than just an act for procreation.  In fact, for me, it was never about that.  I am childless by choice and design.  No, sex, for me, is about connection.  About impulse.  About primal urges.  About raising energy and directing it for various purposes.  It is about pleasure.   It is about indulgence.  It is about ME.  What I want, when I want it, and who I want it with.  Though I have been in monogamous relationships, some for lengthy periods of time, I have a hard time with monogamy.  It feels very forced and unnatural.

"Oh wait... I just remembered a few more names, can I change my answer?" ;)

Impromptu Confessions: What's Your Favourite Kink?

Lady Crissy posed the question, "What's Your Favourite Kink?" at tonight's Confessions. Here's our answers...

I like to cut him... I want him to bleed... for me.  His essence, his life running down his skin, I touch my lips to it, kiss it.  Offering himself to me.  I will be lapping up his life like melted ice cream.  He's mine.  His life is mine.  He is my angel, and I'll be his downfall. 

Hmm, favorite Kink, such a difficult question or statement to answer.  

I really enjoy some of the unexpected, being enthralled by what my Mistress may think of next.  I love and enjoy bondage as it is coupled with Teasing and denial.  But so much of my arousal comes through strap on play with a touch of feminization.  And how can someone not like exhibitionism, being toyed with among friends and strangers.  My kinks are many with a few limits and each one is equally exciting, it's the knowledge of being able to fulfill a need to my Mistress and what arouses her at the time.

Pegging - the breathless squirming, the beautiful view of his gorgeous back, being on top of him, PINNING HIM in place.  It's complete ownership, control, I invade him and surround him and he is mine.

Tease and denial 

being blindfolded

...trampling.  

I love to, quite literally, walk all over a man with my bare feet or high heels.  I like to press my soles to his face, throat, chest, abdomen, and of course his cock or ass, while fully restrained and helpless.

I like everything from gentle padding to enthusiastic jumping and stomping.  Kicking his sides like you would check the tires on a car.

study of kinks

One of my favorite kinks is rope. I love being tight up, slowly and sensual, or more roughly. I love being suspended in uncomfortable positions. Completely surrendered to the Lady who binds me. Floating in the air, feeling the rope pressing into my skin. I love the feeling of rope on my body and the feeling afterwards, like a big hug you received and can still feel for a long time. I love how just slowly being tight up, I get this little drunk feeling in my head. I just really, love rope. 

David

Months ago I bought a beautiful strap on. It's has a lacy and velvet and purple harness and a purple cock. I saved and did tons of research and spoke to many people who already had strap on's. I wanted the perfect one for me. Why was I so adamant about my perfect strap on? I want to peg a boy, I still have not been able to do this. Sadly! It's at the very tip top of my kinky bucket list, but I am scared. I am scared because what if once I do it, I don't like it. What if all the build up in my head isn't what I really want? I want an anally trained boy, a clean boy and I will find him. This has to be checked off even if I try it and I end up stopping because it's not what I expect and just do other yummy dirty things, but I NEED to do this!!

[16:08] Crissy Viper: One of my favorites kinks is ......

Stripping my slave naked, one torturous layer at a time, stroking his skin softly and providing the opposite sensation of scratching with my long fingernails as I go.

Carefully placing the wrist cuffs on him, followed by ankle cuffs.  Placing a dildo gag on him as well as a blindfold and leading him to my lair.  Gently placing him in position then standing, straddled and hovering above his head as I lead long strokes of a crop over his thighs then lightly tapping them along the same lines already traced.  Increasing the smacks while leading them up to his balls, paying particular interest there with some light taps followed by flippant slaps back and forth over the length of his shaft.

Having tortured him long enough to extract my sadistic pleasure and swell my excitement for baser pleasure, lowering myself over the dildo gag and riding his face as long as it takes me to cum while stroking his chest and randomly pinching his nipples.

At least that's my favorite kink for this month anyway!

Sensory Play and Deprivation.

Removing your sight, speech or hearing leaving you deep inside your mind, alone, with nothing but the anticipation of the unknown. Perhaps, a soft gentle touch, a sharp unforgiving sting or being tightly bound, hooded and diminished into nothing more than a helpless play "thing" for my amusement. Are you nervous and feeling vulnerable? Are you afraid, but loving the taste of fear? Is your mind spinning in chaos and your body on fire?

Paine

Amongst Shadows by Gia

A black starless sky covers the city like a cloak and dull street lights illuminate the desolate alleyway. Disheveled brick buildings line the grim path that creates a isolating barrier; and all of the windows are shattered which lead to more mysterious darkness. Shadows stretch into the light, riddling the pavement with distorted shapes.


Walking home after a long day, she decides to take the shortcut home through the near by alley. She’s calm and unafraid of the enticing shadows, her own now dancing amongst them. The faint sound of horns honking from the nearby city streets pierce through the sound of the music filling her ears.


She keeps her walking pace casually steady, bopping her head to the music that engulfs her auditory senses, as she snaps her spearmint gum with her tongue. Midway through the forsaken alley she stops, looking behind her for a split second. Nothing. Yet she feels eyes on her, a lingering heaviness upon her flesh.


She pulls out one of her earbuds to hear the external world better and with another quick snap of her gum she continues to walk, looking into the broken windows as she passes and seeing nothing but infinite blackness. A creepy stillness that oddly comforting.


A breeze passes through the alley, blowing her hair gently and causing her loose dress to billow wildly. A chill electrifies her body from the cool night air, when she hears the clatter of what sounds like a glass bottle on the disheveled pavement. She turns to look behind her... yet again she sees nothing. With a gentle curiosity, she inquires a “hello?”


Standing still in her own stubbornness, knowing that she’s not alone, she watches the glass bottle roll towards her and follows the invisible trail of where it came from with her eyes. She takes a stride towards the dumpster, not wanting to get too close but still wanting to investigate the shadows. With a startle and a screech, a rat runs out from underneath the foul smelling dumpster. She lets out an exhale of relief and a soft laugh at the thought of not knowing who was more frightened, the rat or herself.


Before she gets the chance to turn around and continue on her way home, she’s snatched from behind by her hair, causing her to lose her balance and fall backwards. The mysterious entity who's eyes she felt just moments earlier began to drag her by her hair, and the girl can feel the uneven pavement lacerate her flesh.


The entity stops in the darkest corner of the alley, just on the other side of the dumpster and releases the girls hair. She’s dumbfounded as to what had just happened but before she even has time to think a rational thought she’s flipped onto her belly. The mysterious entity straddles the girl, their weight pinning her hard to the ground. The girl's cheek pressed against the damp dirty pavement, a hand pressing her head harder against the ground as if they were trying to fuse asphalt and flesh into one.


She squirms and exhales hard in defeat but continues to shift herself under the weight of the person sitting on her back. Amidst the girls struggle to free herself, she feels a soft touch against the side of her face that’s directed towards the sky. Soft fingers brush her hair behind her ear and the entities warm breath turns into words “I do enjoy watching you squirm under me…” a firm female voice murmurs.


The girls cheeks become flushed with heat and she holds still, with eyes shut for a moment. She can smell the woman’s perfume, a scent she can recall all too well. She swallows hard at the realization that this isn’t a stranger.


With one of the woman’s hands still holding the girls head against the pavement, the other slowly moves down along the side of the girl’s body. Her hand slipping under the girl’s loose dress, with a pleased amusement the woman affirms, “You’re in compliance, good girl…”


Letting out a soft whimper, the girls heart palpitates at the sound of recognition of her knowing she’s not allowed to wear panties with dresses.


The woman moves her hand from the girl’s head, only long enough to flip her onto her back. Lifting her dress up and cupping the girl’s sex, “Whom does this belong to?” she says demandingly. The girl looks up with demur eyes and says, “You Miss…” The woman grabs a fist full of the girls hair, pulling hard, causing the girls neck to expose toward the sky and her gaze to shift to the opposite side of the alley. “Whose?” She pinches the girl’s clit and the girl gasps as her legs spasm, “You Miss!” her voice distressed yet definite. The woman releases the girl’s clit and utters a “Yes it is.”

The woman slips a finger inside the girl and then adds a second, “you’re very wet babygirl… are you turned on?...” the woman leans down for a swift moment to lick the girls collarbone with the tip of her tongue. The girl blushes, knowing the woman can feel her response; the body doesn’t lie. She tries nodding her answer but the woman’s fist is too firm to allow her head to gesture a simple motion. “Yes Miss, very much so…” she groans and shift her body, still feeling the woman’s slender fingers inside of her.


The woman thrusts her fingers in and out of the girl, gradually getting faster, causing the girl to lose her breath. The woman suddenly stops and slips her fingers out and places them into the girl’s mouth, mid gasp. The woman releases the girl’s hair; she’s now able to move her head back flat against the asphalt, she looks up at the woman with yearning eyes as she sucks on her fingers before she pulls them out. The woman, still straddling the girl, leans down and kisses the girl on the lips, licking her own after “You taste so sweet, babygirl.”


The woman slips her two fingers back into the girl and adds a thirds finger, thrusting them in and out faster than before. The girl raises her head, mouth parted, as if inviting air in that her lungs refuse to grasp. The woman grins and asks, “do you want to cum, babygirl?” With buckled knees and a look of pleading desperation on her face, the girl nods vigorously and moans a, “Yes… please, Miss!”


The thrusting stops and the woman stands to her feet, stepping to one side of the girl. “Not tonight,” the woman says concretely. The girl’s knees collapse to the damp pavement, along with her head. She lies there looking up at the beautiful woman, shadows dancing across her flesh, like poetic tattoos.


With a confident turn, the woman begins to stride away from the girl and out of the alley, but stops to say, “be a good girl….” Before continuing her elegant strides away from her.


The girl lies still, panting as she shifts her gaze to the empty sky above her, dull lights diluting any stars that may be looking back. Thoughts race through her mind and butterflies flutter in her stomach, she pushes down her dress and sits herself up looking toward the exit of the alley.


She’s alone.


Another chilling breeze accompanies her as if whispering assurances that it wasn’t a reverie, and the shadows embrace her in consolation. Staggering to her feet, she regains her composure and continues on her way home.

The Captive Part V by Lady Crissy

The Captive - Part V

"Good boy.. Now, if you don't come along cooperatively...." I began, holding up the controller and letting fingers caress over it.  "... I will have to teach you a lesson."  I smiled sweetly and held the controller close to him. "Do you need a demonstration?"  I tilted My head and looked down at him closely and waited for an answer.  His head shook no, quick, and his wide eyes never left the controls.

"Very well," I said, and pulled out a pocket knife, pressing the button so that it opened with a snap that seemed to echo.  I leaned down and cut the ankle restraint, freeing them.  Keeping the controls in My hand the whole time, l laid the knife on his stomach and ran a hand up his thigh slowly.  He stiffened to My touch with tension and trembled.  I stopped right before I reached his crotch and smiled, hearing him whimper.

"I really should wait until we get to the camp.  It wont do for anyone to come across us and spoil My fun."  I stood and stepped to the side.  "I have the perfect spot in mind, "  I explained, picking the knife up and folding it, then putting it back into My pack.   "Up on your feet, boy, " I ordered, and watched him struggle to his feet.  I grabbed the front of his shirt and helped to pull him up.

Once standing, I moved behind him and pushed him to walk toward the east.  He began walking and I guided him verbally until we got to the right spot that I had in mind.  We hadn't seen another person the whole walk, or heard any sign of people at all.  The deeper we went, the more unlikely it became, just the way I liked it.  When we finally arrived, I had him stop.

"Lie down on your stomach, boy." I ordered.  When he complied, I bound his ankles together again.  Using another flexi restraint, I looped it through the wrist restraint and then bent his legs up to loop it through the one around his ankles, essentially a loose hogtie to make sure he didn't go anywhere.   I stood back to admire My work. "That should hold you until I get back."

I took the hike to the vehicle, arrived back fairly quickly, and began unpacking.  I noticed him trying to see around and I chuckled at the predicament he didn't yet know he was in.  I was well used to backpacking and could get quite a bit in one pack.  Lucky him. I first unpacked the long length of parachute cord and walked to the tree, looking up.  The branch I had in mind was directly above Me.  I tied My keys to one end of the cord and threw them up so they landed on the other side, the cord with it.  Removing My keys, I let the two ends dangle as I went back to the duffel bag.

Wrapped in clothing in the center of the long duffel was the spreader bar.  I pulled it free and walked with it to the tree.  I'd never noticed the stays on the bar until I began to hatch this plan, but it made Me wonder if the designer had something similar to this in mind.  Using the stays, I tied the cord ends to the bar and it hung there like a kinky trapeze like contraption.  Odd looking, but it will do the job I thought, with a soft laugh. When I turned around I could see him watching, breathing a bit quickly as a picture of my intentions began to take form in front of him.

I walked back over and picked up the leather wrist restraints from the pack.  I knelt down on him, putting  a knee on his back.  He groaned with the pressure and I pulled the knife out, snapped it open and freed his wrists.  Holding one, I put the wrist restraint on quickly, locking it closed, then the other, securing it as well.  I heard him sigh with some relief, which I was determined to reverse.  I ordered him up on to his feet and had him hop to the tree slowly.  Having him stand and lean against the tree, I locked the wrist restraints to the bar stays and pulled on them to pull the cord knots tight.   Nope, he wasn't going anywhere fast.  Not until I was done.

The Water's Edge by Raven Queen

The courtyard, beautiful but quiet as a grave
Kneeling here quietly trying to behave
A Lady appears to my surprise and delight
My body quickens with her greetings lite

My head rises as to her my interest peaks
Listening intently as the lovely Lady speaks
Her voice so eloquent and very direct
Secret yearnings within, can she detect?

She asks simply “Who will dance with me?"
Several options at her whim, a boy most likely
Nerves, distractions, none of the boys answer
Would any of them dare step up to be her dancer?

She walks the grounds surveying what she sees
Passing the boys over, she stops in front of me
“It’s a beautiful day and you’re a beautiful girl
Follow me to the beach where we’ll dance and twirl”

My heart rate doubles as she takes my hand
I rise to meet her and she leads me to the sand
As we walk the grains are warm beneath our toes
The music melodic, intoxicating, mixing with ocean’s flow

Heated rays mixed with a gentle aromatic breeze
Her dress swaying as she leads me to a stop so at ease
I smile brightly, our hands joined, our bodies so close
Feeling the happy and humbled it was me that she chose

Our bodies move to the rhythms tickling our ears
Momentarily I lose myself in her, she erases my fears
We talk of general things and secret desires as we dance
I don’t want it to end, these moments of happenstance

Time moves forward, the songs beautiful but blurred
As we chat of the past and experiences that stirred
Long conversations intermingled with soft slow motions
Everything about this engulfing my every emotion

Yet time is not a friend as she must depart for now
Night overtook day yet I still want more somehow
With happiness for the moments we shared together
Our friendship bonded though this date is severed

She walks away, turns to me, and on the breeze she sends
Her kiss of gratitude for the wonderful time we spent
My happiness abated for a moment as we part
But the memories of those dances will always be in my heart.

Thank you to the Lady that Danced with me. ~ Raven Queen

The Weekend: The Arrival by Lady Panther

I arrived at the airport on time, thankfully, and exited the plane, excited, nervous, anxious and with a slight erection in expectation of this weekend.  We’d talked about it for so long and, yet, I still knew nothing of what She would do with and/or to me.  The not-knowing was part of the charm of this particular excursion to the States.  I’d been here before but never for this reason.

As I went through the normal activities of disembarking from the plane and handling customs and baggage my mind became focused so as not to be late.  I got my bags and followed her instructions as to where to meet my ride.  Upon looking up and as I approached, there was this well-dressed bloke in a limo driver’s suit holding a large white card with my last name on it.  I headed straight to him, exchanging pleasantries with him as he took my bags and led me to the limo.  As we walked my mind was worried about the expense She’d taken in getting a limo.  She could have made me just get a cab instead.

We arrived at the limo and he opened the door to let me in proceeding to pack my bags into the trunk.  Once comfortably inside, I saw a small selection of drinks which might have gone unnoticed except that they were only selections  from my homeland which piqued my curiosity.  I took a deep breath, a sigh of relief, as I heard the driver open his door, climb in, shut his door and start the ignition.

As we pulled away from the airport I heard the doors lock and I laid my head on the back of the seat.  Suddenly I heard her voice over the speaker system. “Welcome, slave.  I trust you had a good flight and that you are relaxing as my driver takes you to your destination.  It will be about a 20-minute ride so help yourself to any of the beverages and snacks I’ve chosen for you. Additionally, in the compartment to your left is a letter with specific instructions that you will want to read before the ride is completed.  I will see you at six pm sharp.  Follow the instructions or else!”

I must admit that hearing her voice put a big smile on my face and my body quickened.  As her statement concluded I spied the compartment she’d mentioned and I promptly opened it.  The note was typed in a lovely feminine font in her customary “signature color”, which also made me smile.  Before I could read one specific word the man’s voice came over the intercom system.

“Mr. Slave, are you okay back there? Do you need the air conditioning turned on?” he said with a smile in his voice.

I searched around for a button to push to speak back to him when he stated, “Just speak. I can hear you.  There are no buttons to push.” I smiled and replied, “Thank you, and no -- the temperature is fine.”

“Mr. Slave, help yourself to the refreshments.  Is this your first time to the States?" He asked congenially.

“No, I’ve been in the US before, just not to this state” I replied, getting a small bit annoyed as I would much rather be focused on the letter from my Mistress at this moment in time than on him.  Since I didn’t want to be rude I expounded a bit adding, “Usually on business, but this time for a holiday.”

“Well I’m sure it will be a nice holiday with your Mistress….” He kept chattering but I honestly didn’t hear anything he said beyond this point as I began to blush at knowing that he knew.  I tried to shake it off for a moment, long enough to hear him finish up by saying, ”You’re a braver man than most.  I wish you lots of luck.” And with that he turned on the stereo which promptly pumped out my Mistress’ favorite tune.

It became clear why this limo instead of a cab.  The specific refreshments. Her welcome message. The limo driver.  This song.  The instructions (that I was still needing to read).  I try to concentrate on her letter but his voice kept lingering in my head “You’re a braver man than most…”  My thoughts raced back to all of the times that I’d heard from others about how sadistic she could be.

 What had I gotten myself into?

Two Poems by Mathew Cody

                Lipstick

Laminates of every color and hue.
In hard smooth tubes that are a pleasure to bear.
Protecting flesh so soft and so true.
Succulent treasures, encased with care.
Textures coaxing, will passion ensue?
Inviting to taste, if you would dare.
Caution crumbles, willpower’s through.
Kissing her lips, she does ensnare.




                  Tears

Teeming from the face to floor,
Earnings for Her physical chore.
Atonement can’t be paid in cash,
Rectified with cane and lash,
Submitting to whom i do adore.

Petite And Curvy Part 1 by Anonymous

Dedicated to Miss Monday

I awoke early to the sound of a truck rumbling noisily down my street. I peered out my bedroom window to see a moving van parking in front of the house next door that had recently been sold. I thought to myself, "I hope it's for that cute single woman that viewed the property a few weeks ago."  She was tall, slender and more than 'easy to look at' but I thought, "Why should even be thinking that I might impress a woman as attractive as her?"

I quickly showered, put on some decent clothes, and decided to go out and work in the yard for a bit.  Perhaps I would catch a glimpse of her and maybe I could strike up a conversation with her. No sooner than I had started working around the yard than a small compact car whipped into the next door driveway.

Once parked, out stepped that same woman. I felt my heart skip a beat. She was wearing jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt. She had those "innocent girl next door" looks about her. She was dressed for comfort and for work.  I could tell that what she was wearing was not doing her body complete justice. She immediately started directing the moving men, prompting them to start unloading and taking control of the situation to get them on their way.

I was trying to look as if I were just working, but I was constantly looking her way. She looked over my way just as I looked over toward her. Our eyes locked for an instant before she let loose with a beautiful smile.  I returned a nervous smile of my own.

She confidently strode over in my direction with what appeared to be great purpose.  She introduced herself telling me that her name was Charlotte but that all of her friends called her ChaCha. She continued to say that -- since we were going to be neighbors -- we would probably be friends, and that I should call her ChaCha as well. i politely offered to help her if she needed any assistance. She said, " I don't right at the moment.  The movers have everything in hand, but why don't you come over later once the movers leave.  There are a few things I could use your assistance with."

She strode off as confidently, right back to directing the movers.  I was intrigued by this new neighbor.  I went back to working in the yard. I worked a few more hours, occasionally glancing over to look at the progress being made next door. When the movers started to pack up I took that as my cue to head in and take a shower.

I raced through my shower and I dressed just as fast, doing what I could to make sure that I would make a good second impression. I grabbed a bottle of wine on my way out slipping it it into a gift bag as I walked out the door. I had a bounce in my step as I walked across the yard to her front door.

I rang her doorbell and heard foot steps coming to the door and it swung open quickly. Much to my surprise there she stood (in some sort of god-awful frock that didn't do her body any justice at all....).   I quickly extended my arm, offering her the bottle of wine and welcoming her to the neighborhood. She invited me in, thanked me for the wine and said that, though she was just about to start painting a room, she could wait on that.  "Since you are here to help, follow me," she said.  She put the wine on the coffee table, walked by it, and headed to a room in the back of the house. I followed.  The room was empty except for some boxes and some padded and wrapped furniture. The boxes were labeled "Do not unpack!" in large letters across their tops. A drill and other tools sat on the floor alongside a step ladder.

She reached down, grabbed something from one of the boxes, and turned toward me, handing me an eye screw.  She said it needed to be installed into a ceiling joist. The eye bolt was huge and I inquired why she would need such a heavy eye bolt. "Get it installed," she said confidently and with a smile. "It is much easier to show you than tell you. Are you up for that?" she asked. Without saying anything, I put the step ladder into place and I worked  quickly to install the eye screw.  It had my curiosity going at a break-neck pace. Seeing my last question still on my face, she said, "Well, I think i have your answer to what you asked."

I climbed down the ladder and assured her that the eye hook was firmly installed. "Good," she said.  "Ready to see how it is used?" I nodded. She then said, "Then there are a few conditions you must follow.  If you balk I will stop immediately and you will be on your way." I nodded once again. She handed me a blindfold and said "Put this on!"  Without saying a word I took it and covered my eyes. I felt a sense of excitement come over me. "I need you to remove your shirt," she added.  "Oh my god!", I thought. "What i have gotten myself into?" Nonetheless I removed my shirt without hesitation. "Good boy!", she stated. "Boy?", I thought.  I was taken aback by the comment -- but aroused. "Extend your arms, boy!", she commanded with an air of authority. I was feeling a bit fearful but again I complied without hesitation. I felt something wrapping around first my right wrist and then my left wrist.  I attempted to pull them apart but they  were bound together. I was fully aroused now.  My cock was pressing against the fabric of my pants. "I see you are enjoying this little demonstration, boy", she said.  I sleeplessly muttered, "I am."  She asked, "Do you think that is the way to address a woman that has you in such a compromising position?"  I muttered, "Yes, ChaCha!"  In a disapproving voice she replied, "No.  That is completely unacceptable. Try again boy and say it like you mean it." I then said, with more volume: " Yes, Miss ChaCha". In a stern voice she then said, "That is much better, boy!"

I could only imagine what was coming next.

End of Part One

The Gift by Anonymous

I got your gift, boy.

I wonder how long you had held that, wanting so badly to give it to Me, but unsure if it would be welcome, afraid of the repercussions.

I can tell it was chosen with so much care, with so much knowledge of me.  Only someone who knows me as well as you could have chosen so perfectly.

I returned it back to you, yes.

Not that I didn't love it.  I did.  It was beautiful, and touching.

However, nothing material can replace what I really want.  I want more. I want you.  I want you to come to me, bearing that gift to kneel at my feet and beg for me to take you.

I wonder if you are brave enough to do so.  

Truth Be Told by Anonymous

I have long since not trusted dommes. It must have been more than three years ago now that I was a guild leader in World of Warcraft. I meet a very sweet women who told me about Second Life. In truth I never thought it would be so vast. I thought it was a much simpler game than it  turned out to be.

My first day in, I made my very first avi and I followed the starters' guide. I did it without her knowledge. I did not think to learn about SL first, using videos or blogs or anything of the sort. I just dove in head first and never looked back. I did send her a message and give her a call on Skype. I had been in a starting area for maybe 15 minutes when she logged into SL and took me to her parcel. It was only a day or two later that she told me to wear her collar, telling me that if I did not wear her collar I could be taken, and that people could force a collar upon me and then take me and sell me as a sex slave.

Of course I was new. I was dumb. I knew nothing of SL and I thought this was how it was played. I was a good boy so I never left without her consent. The only time I'd ever spent off her parcel without her was to go to a sandbox where I spoke to no one.  It was weeks -- nearly a month -- before someone told me that is not how SL works. Finally I learned that SL was bigger than her parcel and more than her collar.

I ran away and became scared of a life that I actually should have enjoyed. The Truth is, I love the life of a submissive, but since then I have been frightened of ever again putting a collar around my neck for anyone.

Then.... I met her. My Queen. My Goddess. My Mistress.

She makes me feel safe and comfortable. She does not force things onto me that I am still learning about. She tells me the truth and does not manipulate me taking advantage of what I do not know. I have been hers for under a month, but already I feel close to her. I dare say I love my Mistress. My deepest desires now only consist of pleasing her. I know I still have much to learn about being a good submissive, so I learn a little more each day. I only hope one day I can be the perfect boy to serve her every need. I wear her collar. I belong to her.

A Day To Remember Part 2 by Steven

This is the second part of a Trials Punishment (Guilty of being on the victorious subs' "Name that Tune" team)
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Last week's Confession:  Puppy had been sent to his room to await further instructions from his Mistress after she had explained to him that he will be trying something new and that this day would be a day to remember.

Part Two

He placed the apron back behind the door before he put his head in his hands. Despite his best efforts he knew that his one small mistake was going to be paid for somehow.... but how?. She said that it would be something new.  Something unknown...

The excitement and nervousness flowing through him at this point was incredible.  He began pacing slowly back and forth across his room wondering what it could be.

"Puppy, i can hear you up there.   Calm down" she shouted

He knew that his pacing would be uncontrollable and since the excitement was killing him, he knelt down in his Mistress's preferred kneeling position for him -- on the cushion close to the bedroom door.

A few moments later he heard Her begin to come up the stairs. His ears perked up and his smile grew wider...eager like a dog upon hearing its owner's car door shut as she returned home from work.

"I'm glad to hear that you have settled down, but I was actually quite enjoying the fact that you were squirming up here, Puppy.  I'm going to place you in your cage for a while and let you ponder further.  I'm nice like that, aren't I?."

He simply replied "Yes Mistress"

His cage was a custom build, put together by one of his Mistress's other pets, a skilled designer and craftsman, of wood. It was a good two meters in length and one meter in width. A thin red cushion ran its length, and it opened and locked from the top.  The only position possible whilst in this cage was on all fours.

He stepped inside and assumed 'the position', awaiting the sound of the door shutting and of the lock sliding into place. It was always a shock when he felt the initial brush of cold steel against his back, but this soon left his mind. He raised his head to see out of the cage.

"I'm going to place a few items in front of you here, Puppy. Your cage will give you some nice thinking time to ponder some possibilities."

He nodded intently before replying "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress"

She laid the following items out neatly in front of him:

One blindfold
One ball gag
One set of cuffs
Two zip-lined rows of pegs (each containing six pegs)
Two wax candles and a lighter

"I'll be back in a while.  Just remember, Puppy, that If you do good for me, I'll be inclined to reward you and perhaps also I will forget your little mishap earlier."

He didn't know how long he would be left to ponder and to wonder, The hourglass of excitement and nervousness seemed to turn in the favor of nervousness. He of course knew what each item was used for, but how would she use them -- and where would she use them?

What felt like an hour passed.  He didn't know for sure...

He heard the door unlocked above him. "Okay! Out you get, Puppy!"

He stood as instructed and stepped out of the cage, placing his hands behind his back. He stood in a complete state of vulnerability -- just as she liked him to stand.

She grinned.  Then her soft yet commanding voice said..., "Someone seems to be happy to see me, Puppy."

Her gaze was focused directly on his throbbing hard cock. It was good that he was naked because his clothes would have had a tough time attempting to keep it contained.

He had been hard the whole time he was in that cage, his perverted mind continually crawling with ideas. Any state of mind that he was in was, of course, intended by his Mistress.

She pointed at the floor without saying a single word.  He instantly took his place, kneeling in front of her. She attached the leash to his collar and the cuffs to his wrists before leading him out of the bedroom.

"Now, Puppy, you know that I have had this room locked for a good week or two whilst work has been on going. You'll be happy to know that the work is now complete."

She proceeded to pull the tape covering a sign on the door, revealing the words "Correction Room".  She entered, with her Puppy following close behind.

After entering the room, She yanked the leash upwards signaling to him that he should stand. He stood up and looked around. His jaw dropped, Every corner of the room, every single inch, was arranged cleverly -- organized but not cluttered.  It was obvious to him that this had been custom-made for her needs.

The center of the room was bare (or so it appeared).  A strong steel hoop was fixed to the ceiling. She attached both cuffs above his head through the hoop. He was nicely secure, tight and not going anywhere soon.

"You've seen enough for now, Puppy", she smiled.

As she tied the black blindfold at the back of his head his last sight was that of complete delight written all over his Mistress's face.

He then only heard her heels -- tapping against the floor as she walked around him. He tried to keep track of where she was in the room; it was no use.

She would pause nearby for a moment and then trace her nails across his chest (or back) every so often, and then grope his ass or slap his erect cock.

His moaning becoming louder and more frequent. He replied to every slap with a groaned "Thank you, Mistress."

"I've heard enough, Puppy," she said placing the trusty leather ball gag into his mouth.  She fastened it with the buckle at the back of his head, nice and tight.

"Ah, that's much much better. Now I said that I wanted to try something new with you, Puppy...."

He drooled and responded in the best possible way "mshlurp yesh Mishtresh".  Her infectious laugh pealed out, obviously caused by Her pet's predicament.

His sense of hearing had been heightened by his loss of sight.  He clearly her pick up the two zip-lined rows of pegs. He remembered every last detail of those pegs as they had been part of his only possible visual memories of the past two hours.

Each row of string contained six wooden pegs with metal springs.  The loose ends of the rope had been tied together.

She traced her nails down his chest and onto his cock for a while longer, bringing the nerves to the forefront.  She then began placing the pegs.

As she placed each peg, he shuddered as he felt the initial sting.  He then, attempting to manage the pain, replied to her with a progressively aching "Thank you, Mistress"

From what he could feel, the pegs had been placed in two vertical lines beginning at each nipple before running down towards his lower half.

Once all twelve pegs had been placed She decided to resume pacing the room, leaving him to squirm for a little while longer. His head tilted back as he embraced every last ounce of pain.  He moaned further and deeper.  He was however unable to beg because of the gag, She grabbed the tied ends of the rope and tugged softly, teasing him, between her bursts of pacing.

"I have already learned today that you are quite a pain slut, Puppy.  This pleases me."

She then yanked the zip-lines from his body with one swift, strong motion;  his body kicked back before he let out one big groan.

"Owwwww! Thank you, Mistress!"

"Oh," she said, "we're not done just yet. Gather yourself together and hang in there." She laughed.

The only other items not yet used were the two wax candles.  These were the things he had questioned the most in his thoughts.

Another few minutes passed......

He heard the click of the lighter.  He could only imagine what was happening; this was driving him crazy., A second click. Both candles were now lit.  The tapping of her heels began once again. He suspected that this time it would  be different.

She resumed teasing him in his sensory deprived state.  She drifted the candles up close to and across his body. He flinched several times as he felt the heat.

"Place your feet flat on the ground, Puppy.  Then lean back slightly, and remain that way until i tell you differently."

He did as he was told.  He arched his back slightly placing his feet at an angle in front of his body as if he were a backslash on a keyboard.

She stroked his cock a couple of times to ensure it was fully alert -- before slapping it firmly.

"Good boy." she said in a pleased tone.

The candles had been burning for quite a while at this point.  It was time for this experience -- completely new to him --  to commence. He now knew what would happen but he couldn't even begin to imagine how it would feel.

She gently poured the hot wax up, down and across his firm shaft. Each drop stung before settling into blissful pain. His body was positioned in such a way that his cock acted as a shelf containing the wax.

He felt it harden, firmly encasing his shaft in its grasp. She then removed the blindfold from his eyes to allow him to see the hot mess she had created below him as well as a huge grin upon her face.

Finally she removed his ball gag.  This release was followed by a trail of drool and with relief.

"You won't forget my morning routine in the future will you?"

"No, Mistress.   I won't make the same mistake again." he promptly replied.

She let him down from the steel hoop, then  motioned for him to hug her. It was a huge reward and was extremely meaningful to him.  She did not over-use this and it signified just how special the moment was.

He knelt in front of her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling in close.. "Thank you for the happiest day of my life, Mistress."

She patted him on the head gently. "I told you it would be a day to remember, Puppy."

The End.

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I just wanted to add a note to say that Miss Noirran has been the most influential person in my life. Many things are better for me as a result of knowing her and i will always respect and admire her. I have made positive life changes to ensure my quality of life is better than it was.  I did them as a result of having her backing me throughout.

She has always been totally open and honest with me.  That is something i can't say has been too common a theme over the years;  she will always hold a special place in my heart.

Today we spoke and she decided that it was best if we change to a friendship status. She has always had my best intentions in mind. Thinking things through logically she felt that we would be better as friends -- a decision i respect.

I'm fighting back tears as i write this but i don't want this to be viewed in a negative light. It is the opposite of that.  It's a very positive thing.  To have a life long friend such as Miss Noirran means an awfully lot to me.   I will be eternally grateful for everything she has done and I remember lots of great memories.

Thank you so much for everything.

Steven

Everything Is Done by Doc Nolan

“Everything is done, Miss.”

“The bed is made, the dishes are washed, and the vacuuming is done?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Then start on research for my Botany class.  You do know what I want, right?”

“Yes, Miss.”

Maggie turned and started for the door.  He interrupted her.  “Miss, may I have a look?”
 
She grinned and pulled up her skirt, showing him what she had on under it:  nothing.   “That’s all you get for now.  Maybe another look if I like the sources that you find for me -- for my paper.   Professor Jensen has made it perfectly clear that a good paper is based on good research.”  She turned again and this time walked out the door, closing it behind her.  He heard the engine of her Ford Focus rumble to life from the driveway.  He listened as it pulled away.

She had a date.  She wouldn’t tell him with whom.  “It’s none of your business!”, she said. “Our relationship is:  you work while I play – understood?”  He had nodded.  He felt helpless.  He was obsessed by her.

He got to work on the computer, pushing his thoughts of her out of his mind.  As he plugged away on the botany project he kept thinking of the flowers that were part-and-parcel of his labors: sex organs of plants gaily decorated to attract the attentions of passing insects.  He then thought of her sexual parts.  The images threatened to distract him from his work, so he did his best to block the slide show in his mind.  It worked.  Kinda.

Two hours later he heard the sound of the car and then the sound of the garage door opener, grinding away.  Staring at the screen and the pile of printed paper, he was satisfied with his work.
 
She entered.

“How’s it coming?”, she asked coyly.  “Almost done, Miss,” he replied ignoring the flirtatious tone of her voice.  “Wanna see my pussy again?” she asked.  He nodded.  She grinned.  “Nope.  First you make some coffee.  Then you can get me a bowl of cherry vanilla ice cream.  After that  – maybe – I’ll give you a treat, too.”  She paused, smiled at him.  “Then you cook us dinner!”

“Yes, Miss.”  He went to the kitchen, again blocking out thoughts of her.  “Lucky sofa”, he thought.  He imagined her imprint on the fabric.
 
When he brought her coffee and ice cream to her, he asked, “How was your – uh, uh -- meeting, Miss?”  He couldn’t bring himself to use the word ‘date’.

“Not bad.  I think I’ll get an A in Psychology.”

He nodded.  “What about me, Miss,” he asked hesitantly.

She looked at him quizzically.  “You?  Oh, you’re on Pass/Fail.”

“Am I passing, Miss?”

“So far, yes.  But let’s leave it like this.  I want all A’s or you fail.  Do you know what that means?”

“Yes, Miss.  It means I have to go back to merely teaching Biology and I’ll be replaced by another professor, right?”

“Yep,” she replied.  “It depends on whether I get an A in Botany – oh, and if I get an A in Psych.”  Again she paused, “And if I get A’s in both, I’ll let cooking ability decide.  So get to work, my devoted whore!”

He muttered under his breath so she couldn’t hear him, “Fucking Jensen…. God I hate that jerk!”

THE END

Heavy Reading by Anonymous

     I began to kneel;  Mistress said to remain standing.  "Legs at shoulders distance, arms behind your back."  "Yes, Mistress."  She closed the door behind us.  My eyes followed her behind a big rosewood desk.  She stopped and stood there.

     "This is my office. I love my books," she said as She walked around, running her fingers sensually along the shelves.  "All my little boys," she said as She fingered the books.  "My subs enjoy my books in a very special way with me."
   
     On the bookshelf She reached for a thick hard covered edition of something.  Gold embossed cover.  I watched Her flip through it.  No pictures; just lots of words. She began to read.

     "You have just entered into a covenant.  Beyond a mere deal or agreement.  Things are no longer about you.  Nothing is about you.  you belong to me.  Any love you have is mine.  All faith you have belongs to me.  You now worship me.  There are no Goddesses before me.    Not a thought is to be had without me in it. I own your body, mind, AND soul.  And boy's prick is no longer his own."

     She reached for the bulging cock that was Mistress's 'hard-on', massaged it a few times, and squeezed the package hard.  I felt my balls leak through the sides of her fingers as her grip grew stronger.     "Even the pain you feel is for me," she said.

     She then let go of me and closed the book.  She walked behind me and pushed me up to the desk.  "Lay your cock out on the desk, boy."  She thrust my pelvis closer to the desktop using Her own to push me.  I opened my pants, reached down into them and pulled up my hard, throbbing piece.  I laid it out like a slab of meat.  That's what She wanted.

     From behind she reached onto the desk, and grabbed a pair of handcuffs.  She took my right hand first, then attaching the left. Pressed up against the desk, my hands were restricted from moving.   I watched Her pick up the book again, and , from behind me, raise it to the height of my chest.  Pressing herself into me from behind she seemed to be daring me to try and move.

     The book, now level above my hardened cock, startled me.  She was going to drop it.

   

Her Whim by Anonymous

He was nervous.  This lady had said that today was to be the day he pleasured another for her entertainment.  He was not looking forward to it. Fear gripped him, more than the icy cold of recent snowfall. Tentatively knocking at the door, he awaited an answer.  He was in his usual pose. The door opened slowly.   She was leaning against the wall, smiling mischievously, and she beckoning him in. The hot air inside rushed out, kissing his reddened cheeks as it passed by, reminding him to hurry inside.

Just as he was preparing to remove his coat, he was stopped by her soft grip on his shoulder. "You'll need that. The snow has blocked up every path in my garden. You will be spending the first part of your visit fixing that. Oh...  Also, do make a couple of pretty snowmen, facing each other, with what you collect." Her words spilled out almost lyrically, enchanting him.  He fell into that submissive space where he was almost a robot, programmed by her desire. He trudged out the back to begin his task, not even considering the possible absurdity of his lady's requests.

Almost an hour later, the paths were clear, the garden was tidy, the tools were put away -- and two snowmen had been constructed. He came to the door for two carrots and to report the completion of his tasks.  His lady met him both with a warm hug and with a cup of tea to soothe his chilled hands. "Finish the snowmen, and then I'll introduce you to the persons that you will be pleasuring for me." The words bit into him, freezing for a second.  He'd almost forgotten that part of his task for today. He trudged out to the snowmen and placed the carrots as noses.  He then turned to wait upon his dominant.

Hands behind her back, standing straight and confident, she gazed upon him, grinning. "They are quite eager to meet you, I'm sure you'll warm them right up. Now strip.  Right here in the snow." He hesitated, but only for a second. He tore his clothes off hurriedly.  He did not like to keep his lady waiting, and she disliked it even more. When he had finished, he got down upon his knees,  cringing in the cold, waiting for her next command,

From behind her back, his dominant produced two big black strap-ons.  She waved them a little to make sure she had caught his attention. She strode first to her boy, and then to the snowmen, and placed one around each of the snowmen. "Meet your partners, pet. You'll be pleasing these two until I am sure they are satisfied." His eyes were wide; he was filled with a mixture of confusion, shock and embarrassment. His partners were snowmen? He couldn't refuse or even protest, as that would be a disappointment to her. His bit his lip and briefly squirmed in the cold . "And do put on a good show," she murmured into his ear.  She leaned over his back after she had finished positioning the toys. "If I don't enjoy the show you'll be reprimanded."

He hurriedly changed position, kneeling before one of the snowmen, trying to decide what his lady wanted. He began to suck upon its toy, using his hands to steady himself as he made sure to coat the entire thing in a generous amount of saliva. He tried his best to pretend it was attached to his lady, as before.  He focused his energy on pleasing.

"Don't neglect either one.  They both need attention you know, or one will be jealous!" He almost jumped at her words, turning about.  He repositioned himself to replace his mouth with his tight little ass.  He then began to suck the other snowman. Stretching out, skin reddened by contact with the snow, it was only his fervor that kept him from shivering. He rode one toy and sucked the other one to the best of his ability, writhing and bucking with a display of faux-sexual need rivaling that of cheap pornography.

After a while, and after many labored moans and many heavy pants, his lady began to quietly applaud. He drew himself off one frozen lover, and then, removing his mouth, faced his dominant. "Well done, pet. Now come to me." She beckoned, and she soon embraced his naked form. She softly petted him in appreciation of him and to reward him for diligently completing his task. "Go inside and clean up.  I want you ready in my bedroom. I know you've not had enough to be satisfied -- just yet." She spoke with the naughtiest smirk he'd ever seen.

Crawling inside, he knew he'd be sore in the morning.  Still, he was happy he'd pleased and he was very happy that he'd soon be taking it from the only lover he'd ever really needed. She chuckled, watching his naked rear sway into her house, bemused by the red marks of snow-contact. She wondered where she might add her own.

Late Night Whispers by Lady Sonatrix

by ღŁαякღ (sonatrix.dench)

There's nothing I love more than knowing how easily I can control a man just with the sound of my voice....

It was late at night, and even later for him since he lives far 'on the other side of the pond'. But he was working overnight that night, and he asked me to keep him company as he stocked shelves, getting ready for the Christmas shopping rush they were anticipating in just hours. He was the only supervisor on the floor that night, so he had to be sly with his conversations with me.  From time to time I had to sit there quietly listening to him tell some person or another what they should be working on next.

When I only know someone online, hearing them speaking to people in their everyday world is a treat to me.  I quickly began to feel myself getting a little excited. It wasn't long before I was giggling to myself, as I whispered into his ear. I knew it threw him off, I could hear him pause here and there as he spoke to his staff. Seconds after he dismissed whoever it was he was talking to, I heard him whisper seductively, "What are you giggling about?" And I knew that he knew.

We continued to talk a bit as he walked around the store checking in with this person and that. "Stack them like this." "Unload this." It wasn't long though, before my giggles began to transform into soft sighs.

"You're going to get me into trouble." he said.
 
"I doubt it." I told him, breathily.
 
"It's beginning to get hard for me to walk." he told me. The only reply I could muster was a laugh.
 
The next time he stopped to speak to someone, my sighs merged with my moans.  I could tell that his conversation was awkward.  Forced. It amused me. When I heard his conversation end, he had no words for me. But for him, I said, "Stroke for me."

It wasn't long before I heard a door shut. His breathing began to match my own.

"May I please cum?" I heard, and that question surprised me. Ours was not ever a dom/sub relationship, but at that moment I knew things had changed.

All I needed to say then was, "Cum with me!"

The Fortune Teller & The Sissy by Lady Danika

He had a strange curiosity about fortune tellers. He could never escape a town without a visit to one. And while he was in Boston, downtown, on business that April... he spied the sign in the window that said "Madam Cookie Tells All".  The plush purple curtains called to him.  He stopped the taxi, paid the driver, and stepped out -- his feet hitting the concrete.  He heard the clicks of his heels as he stepped quickly across the pavement toward some dilapidated buildings.

A scent of lavender was heavy in the air as he drew up to the counter, stopping in front of the receptionist. She was a bleached blonde wearing too much make up.  When she looked up her eyes were a startling blue. She popped her gum and chewed noisily nodding at him and pointing, said, "She's back there... she's been waitin' for yah."

He swallowed thickly and then cleared his throat narrowing his eyes. "I bet you say that to everyone."

The receptionist shrugged and went back to filing her nails. "She's in the back room. Go see her or don't. Either way it's gonna cost yah."

He nodded and turned, finding that his feet moved one in front of the other as if compelled.  Before he reached the back door he turned his head surreptitiously to the side to sniff his arm pit. He couldn't remember if he'd put deodorant on this morning (in his rush to get out of the hotel for his early meetings). That was a long time ago. No odor, good. One less thing to worry about.  He knocked quietly on the door.

"Come in."

Her voice was heavy and raspy.  It was clear that she smoked.  When he opened the door the room smelled like cigars. Madam Cookie was a big woman sporting a black beehive.  She smiled to him and motioned to the chair across from her.  "You sissy," she said as she chuckled.  He arched a brow. "You heard me. You're a sissy boy."

He turned bright red.

She grinned and he saw that two of her teeth were missing. "You're wearing women's underwear again."

She cackled. He felt a cold chill go down his spine. It was the first time he'd met a fortune teller who had so easily nailed anything before he'd even said a word. He licked his dry lips. "How ... how did you know?"

"Yer damn fly's open!"

A Day To Remember by Steven

This has been written as a two-part piece for a "Trials" punishment. (Sentenced for being part of the victorious submissives team in "Name that Tune")

Part 1. (The Calm before the....)

9:27 AM Saturday.....

He opened his eyes slowly and stretched out. The sound of the birds chirping outside the window was always a pleasant sound. The light from the sunny morning locked in a constant battle with his curtains yet still bright enough to make him squint. He lifted his covers to give him some time to adjust and, as he did, the alarm went off.

It was now 9:30 AM. This alarm meant the start of his morning routine and he didn't want to witness the consequences when the routine wasn't met, first hand. The consequences were harsh and yet fair.  The main source of pain would be the knowledge that he had disappointed his Mistress.

He jumped up from his bed, grabbed his towel from the radiator and got into the shower. His Mistress wouldn't want a smelly Puppy, right?. Ensuring that he was fully presentable, he stood before his bedroom mirror and grinned, smiling in the knowledge that it was going to be a great day no matter what happened.  It was his day off work so today he would get to spend quality time with his Mistress.

It was quite cold throughout the house this morning; the sky was evidently clear -- yet none of this really mattered, He would soon be warm. He remained naked (as instructed) when in his Mistress's house, but he took his apron from the back of the bedroom door before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

He spent a few minutes preparing the house for the morning, opening the curtains and blinds, and ensuring the house was clear of any clutter -- etc.

He took out a tray and began to cook the perfect breakfast, Today it was his turn to ensure that Mistress would awake with the treatment she deserved. Her other two pets, Kitten and Bunny had been hard at work in their respective jobs for a couple of hours already. Between the three of them, they always ensured that they were well stocked with the things their Mistress loved. It was great team work and that made Her very proud of them.

10 Minutes later.....

It was soon approaching 10:00 AM and this was The Time that She had chosen to be woken up at on a daily basis. He placed her coffee on the tray, along with the pancakes and syrup, and began to walk through to her bedroom. She didn't have a door to her room; doors just got in the way... He lifted the beaded curtains across the opening and stepped inside.

His hands used to shake nervously when bringing anything to his Mistress, but over time his hands had steadied. He knelt by the side of her bed and he placed the tray on the side table.

The next part was perhaps the hardest part. It was important that he get  the exact tone and softness in his voice the she wanted when waking his Mistress up. All three of Her pets were well trained when it came to this and knew exactly how to do it.

"Good morning, Mistress".  He spoke softly as he knelt, eagerly awaiting Her response.  He tilted his head sideways holding a beaming smile whilst watching her wake.

"Hello Puppy.  Good morning. Give me a moment or two to adjust here...."

She soon came round, helped enormously by the smells of fresh coffee, pancakes and syrup, three of her favorite smells with which to wake up to in the morning.   Then She asked him to keep the tray steady, bedside.

"That was delicious puppy.  Good boy."

He passed Mistress her Amazon Kindle from the chest of drawers (so that she could check on the ongoings of the world) before proceeding back through to the kitchen to clean up.

DING! DING! DING!

The service bell rang the second She had heard him finish cleaning up in the kitchen. He rushed back to see that everything was ok.

"Puppy, aren't you forgetting something?"

He lowered his head knowing that this of course meant he had forgotten something.  It would be impossible to measure the thousands of thoughts racing through his mind right now...

"I... I'm sorry Mistress"

"You fucking will be puppy.  Run my bath now!".

He ran it as instructed, with the temperature of the water matched to her liking.  The room was prepared exactly as she needed it.

To get to stay in the bathroom as she took her bath would be a privilege for any of her pets.  Unfortunately, however his taking the empty plate and cup back to the kitchen before running the bath meant that this privilege was forfeited for him today.

The importance of routine would be drilled into him, He was making steady progress but he still had some way to go yet.

"Your bath is ready Mistress; please forgive me".

"Good Puppy.  Now get back to your room. I will get you when I am ready. We're going to be doing something new today, and its going to be A Day to Remember."

The End of Part 1.

Origins and Destinations by Doc

He met her on a mountain trail.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Up – up there” he replied.
Pointing at a bare peak far above them, far above tree line.
She looked him.
“Good.”  And she walked away.

Two years passed.
He was sitting in a coffee shop.  A shadow crossed his table.
“Remember me?” a familiar voice asked.
He looked up.
“Yes, the lady on the trail.  The day I climbed to the top of that mountain.”
“Good,” she said, sitting down across from him.

They chatted briefly.
She told him some of her stories.
He shared some of his.
Then she said, “I’ll be in touch.”
He nodded.

He wondered how she would find him.
But she did.
A month later.
In the street.
She smiled at him, and simply said to him, “Come.  Follow me!”
He did.

And that’s how it all started.
A long time later he asked, “Why?”
She grinned and replied, “Why not?”
He clarified, “I meant what for?”
She said, “I was impressed.”
He didn’t say a word.  He noted she’d sidestepped his question.

She brought it up the next time.
“You should know…..” she said.  Then she paused, staring at him.
He filled the silence.
“Know what?”
“That I have plans…”

He then said, “Can I know what they are?”
She simply shook her head.
And then she said, “No!”

He decided that was the best answer she could have given…..

                                THE BEGINNING

Her Mistress's Hand by Anonymous

Her Mistress's Hand


Brought to club dressed as instructed

Black leather and latex

Collar at her neck

Boots to her knees

As I wish just to please



Her Mistress's hand

Ready to command

To administer that divine

Most delicious touch

Fingers, crop, even tongue

Tease and test



Her Mistress's hand

The giver of her sublime

To control and tempt

Take ya to the top

And make ya mine



Yes my lovely

Ya may not realize this yet

But I do possess

Your body and soul are mine

When others have left ya



Your Mistress's hand

Will be here to take ya

Torment and please ya

Yes my pretty you're mine

Surrender to your Mistress's hand