Jade and Bishop meeting part 2

We left the restaurant holding hands. Again like a gentleman he opened the doors and off we went. We drove to a few beaches up the coast and ended up at Morro Bay where we parked near "The Rock". I couldn't help but think of how I wanted to put a collar around his neck and make him kneel at the resturant . Make him eat things he doesnt like. but I thought maybe it was too soon since this was the first meeting. He was leaning in toward me , and I leaned in toward him. I held his arm and bit his shoulder as i scratched my nails up and down slowly and constantly on his arm. I reached up and pulled his face toward mine and we started kissing. His Tongue penetrated my lips as he dipped in and out slowly. That was the beginning of a nearly two hours of heated passion , want, Lust and desire.
I wanted to feel every bit of my boy. I wanted more...



I ran my hand up his arm and into the sleeve of his shirt scratching and feeling his Hairy chest. I felt his nipple harden at my touch. My other hand rested on his thigh as I felt his hot muscular leg through his pants. He was a good boy and I told him, if you try this with me , I'll Slap your face. I laughed and he smiled and said I would expect that my Darling. I pulled his hand toward me and placed it on my inner thigh near my knee. He rubbed and squeezed while we kissed and then I pulled it up higher, up near my pussy. I could feel the heated passion escaping my control as I opened my legs wider. All i could think of was him inside me, pressed up against me.

We kissed more as our hands roamed. This time his tongue penetrated my lips and he began fucking my mouth with his tongue, in and out slowly, nibbling on my lips, sucking and licking over and over again, in and out. His tongue was very inviting as it coaxed mine to join him in The dance. My tongue came out and we danced and made Love with our mouth. I quietly moaned, I was in ecstasy and wanted him. His gently touch made me crazy. My Nipples were hard as pebbles and i knew my clit was too.

My fingers ran through his short hair. my pussy ached, and I could feel my wet juices soaking my panties. I pulled his hand closer up my thigh as I deliberately pressed my breasts against him. I reached down and felt his rock hard cock through his pants. I proceeded to squeeze and touch and slowly work my back and forth as i made tiny circles just under the head on his shaft. It was Bulging as my hand tried to wrap around his girth. I wanted to take it out as my mouth watered for it. Our breath was hot and he had me moan in ecstasy. he took my finger into his mouth and sucked on it as he kissed it. while I touched his cock through his pants I returned the gesture and slowly licked the tip of his finger, taking in more and more as i wriggled my tongue around the tip as if it were his cock in my mouth. his cock was very hard and aching to burst out, I wanted it. I continued sucking and teasing by adding another finger taking them both deep into my mouth so my tongue could lick the web between them. he moaned quietly.

At that moment He was Mine and he would have given in if I decided to Take it.

It was late and time for me to be getting off work. we both had to go, he had a dinner meeting and needed to get home. we drove back to my car and kissed again... I didnt want it to end.

I still want More.... maybe it's time to have a girls weekend in Monterey..... Winks!

The end

Confession - Robb Darkbyrd

My confession does not come easily today as it is part of my admission of poor behavior and as a form of punishment from Miss Eva. Last night, in the courtyard area I was placed on the revolving hot seat as Miss Eva stated She had an issue with me. She had me strip and lay across a mat and promptly dug Her heels into my chest.

“Robb…where is my apology?” Miss Eva asked.

I answered, “I had sent it previously…did You not receive it?”

Miss Eva stated she had not received it and had me resend my notecard apology. To give some background, I committed the cardinal sin of offering some suggestions to Miss Eva after only being in SL less than a week. A sin I regretted after I sent it and certainly more after I saw Miss Eva’s posting on Fetlife.

“Not this apology Robb, I ignored that apology as soon as I received it, the other apology.”

My mind was scrambling…“Miss, what other apology?” I asked.

Miss Eva explained, “Remember your first day here Robb, when I told you that you would be here for trials, with no excuses, and what happened Robb? Where were you Robb? After I was so helpful to you before you even entered SL, Robb.”

My heart dropped…I remember that day and the conflict I felt. I had committed to attending trials, but shortly after my conversation with Miss Eva, another Dominion Mistress took me away to another sim and engaged me in a lengthy conversation. As time went on, I saw the announcements for trials starting soon and I felt such conflict… do I anger the Miss standing before me…or would I be missed at trials? A newbie like me would quickly fall from the thoughts of Miss Eva…I rationalized. Wrongfully so.

So with all that said, this is my act of contrition to Miss Eva. When I had committed my first faux pas, I felt genuinely ill and saddened in that I had disappointed Miss Eva…on many levels. First and foremost as a gentleman. I didn’t want to be seen as a rude guest in her home. Secondly, as a submissive it really did break my heart to have disappointed any Dominant, especially someone that had shown me so much kindness. I have a great deal of respect for Miss Eva and all She has created here. As well as her courtesy with me during my initial exploration of entering SL to once again experience my submissive side. All my correspondence with her incredibly helpful, detailed, and her kindness was very much appreciated.

If I am to be totally honest, there is one Dominion Mistress I have shared a great deal of my anxiety and worry about how Miss Eva perceives me since and whimper to her in private messages about it…which might sound silly to some, but to this submissive boy, it is a very sincere worry.

As I write this, I wonder how these words will touch Miss Eva…I wonder if she will be able to hear the sincerity in my words, how much subdrop I have experienced over this, how many times I have re-read on Fetlife her comments about a certain boys suggestions to her about how to run the sim and the corresponding guilt/disappointment/regret I have felt, and then last night realizing I had committed another previous sin I wasn’t aware of by not attending trials, realizing I had disappointed her not once, but twice now.

Unfortunately I will not be able to attend confessions due to a real life commitment, but I do wonder these things…and hope.

*I hope that Miss Eva accepts this very public apology for my missteps, and I sincerely ask….beg for her forgiveness.

*I hope in time She will realize I am passionate and serious in my desire to serve, and that my commitment to the D/s lifestyle is sincere, and there is more behind the computer screen then She has seen thus far.

*I hope that one day Miss Eva will know how much I desire to hear those words from Her ”Robb, your forgiven.” I know as a submissive, that will come on Her time, not mine.
Thank You Miss Zarita and all in attendance for hearing my confession.
Respectfully submitted,
Robb Darkbyrd

I want – Miss Callieanne

Just something short and sweet for confession. My longing and need for an almost absent boy and for once, I won't hide behind anonymity with my confession.

I want to violate your senses and put you in that space where you just crumble, i want you so tense with need and longing, to hear it in your voice, to wrench each drop of pleasure from you, to make you mine all over again

I want to make you crawl to me, pleading to give you release from the torment I can put you through, to slake my lust in that power over you with your body, to leash you to me and not let you go

I want to hold your shivering body close afterwards, see you turn to me, thanking me for your release, have you cling to me and seek my solace and approval in you, give you my love and help you come down from the heady experiences you go through
I need you, mine

Lost and Found - Layla

Ten hours a day, here you would find me with boys around my feet.
Listening to instructions and obeying my every command

Then one day a boy arrived, so pure, so fragile, so sweet.
He was shy, but eloquent and had the face of an angel
I was instantly captured by his perfection

I put him under consideration, spend days and nights testing his loyalty
Until finally he had no more tests to pass, i made him Mine,
It was the happiest day of my life.

He was my setting sun and my brightest star, he made my life complete.
Until one day, I logged on to find a message of love and joy and then of fear.
He talked of the darkness, and how it had come for him and how he was unable to resist it

So without conversation, no chance for me to save him.
He was gone, taken by the dark.
And I was left alone, without my guiding light.
Everywhere I looked was a painful memory, all the faces reminded me of him
I had to escape, had to get out.
I had to leave the one place I found true happiness.
The place that now caused me pain and suffering.

I packed up my home, deleted my friends, I told the ones I cared for most.
And I turned out the light on SL not knowing when I would return.

I needed to find myself, to venture outside, into the harsh reality of day,
My search was relentless, it took two months to find the woman I once was
And now I am restored, whole once more, my faith has returned and so has my heel
I have much to teach and still lots to learn,
So be careful what you say and be impeccable in what you do because I am back, and I am watching you.

By Layla Beningborough
Please ask those Boys and Ladies that have known me to please add me to their friends list, I will not be in SL as much as I used to be, but I would like to keep in touch.

A peek in my bedroom window - anon

I find my way to the edge of my bed in the dark. I pull the blanket and the sheet up enough to slide between them, working my way over the the opposite side where you are bedded down on the floor below. My eyes adjust fairly quickly and I find the contours of your body. Before I have a chance to fret the lack of definition, as the universe answers another of my most humble requests, the moon finds it's way from under the clouds and beams through my bedroom window, illuminating one of my most prized possessions. You lay on your back, already sleeping, I cradle my head in my own bent arm laying on my side and watch your body at rest. Having seen it wound up and tense, muscle like rocks under the glistening skin of a thoroughbred, this is new to me. I enjoy it all the more knowing I will recall the image when I am working you over... giving you my undivided, bringing down my quirt mercifully on your body in areas so often overlooked by those who have not taken the time to get to know your needs, or penetrating you with the on again off again force of a maniac. I wander over your body like a topographical map of my personal playground. I make note of how you have carefully trimmed and shaved yourself to make and keep yourself presentable for me. I kept you up late on purpose and your need for sleep pays off as I am able to touch you without waking you. My fingers wander across your stomach and your body stirs but your mind stays in dream land... no doubt kneeling at my ethereal heels. I smile as a knead your spongy sleeping manhood with my fingers, walking two of them up and down your length, each "step" coming down on increasingly firm flesh until you are hard for me. I lay on my stomach, pushing my pillow to the side, my arm dropping to increase my reach as your involuntary erection has in fact lengthened the distance I wander with my hand. I drag my index and middle digits up and down your sex before straddling it like a pair of tiny legs. The sensitive apex between my fingers not touching your rigid shaft sends a message up my arm and down my body that has me pressing my own mound to the bed. As much as I know I could wake you, pull you up on the bed by the lead you obediently slipped over the post of my bed before you prepared yourself to sleep.. I don't. The thought of you wordlessly albeit sleepily kneeling between my thighs on the bed, one wrist clasped by your other hand behind your back, cock more awake than you are is enough... for the moment. I encircle you with my hand, thumb pressed to the tip, barring any liquid from escaping as I caress the sensitive underside of the cock I claim as mine with my fingertips. The change in your breathing directs my gaze away from your sex and up your body until my eyes meet yours. You lay perfectly still as I stroke you slowly and deliberately. My lips widen into a smile before parting, my tongue moving between to wet them before I speak " 199 Mississippi...... 198..... Mississippi... keep counting" As you dutifully pick up counting down the strokes aloud, minding my rhythm as not to make me feel rushed or guided in any way... two things are abundantly clear. As I have not told you that you would be cumming before I started, you find it highly unlikely that you will be allowed to release and you know that means It's going to be a very long night.

Anonymous

Ode to ladies - Miss Destiny

Who are they?

They are mothers and daughters
Sisters and girlfriends
Wives and aunties
Cousins and nieces

They are sometimes Ladies
They are always women.

They inspire and entertain me
They cajole and console me
Their wisdom knows no bounds.

They advise and comfort me
When troubles start to grind me
They bring me up when I am down.

Their fashion sense astounds me
Their humour brings me joy
They make my days special
and those of every boy.

Their strength supports me
They hold my hand without a sound
They are the Ladies of the Dominion
who I am proud to be around.


I love you Medussa, Maisy and Eva
Violet, Mandalay, Busty, Zarita.
Eloise, Janice, Sara and Joie
Madeleine, Sue, not forgetting Miyani.
So thank you my friends,
I can't name you all, but I do need to say
without you, I'd fall.

This ode is for you
from the bottom of my heart
It's corny and cliched
But consider it a start,
or at least a gesture
in a world full of muddle
to encircle you in my arms
for a great big cuddle.

Welcome To Your New Life -Anon

Terry had high hopes for the party tonight at Clarissa's. He had just completed a 6 month navy cruise and this was the beginning of a long awaited furlough in London. He'd already made up his mind that if he didn't see any chance of scoring in the first hour he'd head for Soho and find a working girl to take the pressure off his swollen balls that had a lot of pressure built up during the long cruise.

Terry was a good looking young 19-year old, tall and muscular, and if he hadn't already decided on the night's plan would probably have to grab his engorged cock and stroke off. So Able Seaman Browning arranged his eager cock down one trouser leg and went down and grabbed a taxi.

On the way there he reflected idly on his invitation, because Clarissa was a stuck up bitch he tried to chat up in school because she was such an incredible knockout. Sure, stuck-up maybe, but that incredible body and that pouty full lipped mouth drove him crazy in History class for a whole year, only to get shot down on his first chat up line. And now she's in London with him. Strange coincidences in a small world.

Ah well, and then finding an invitation from her in the mail on his first day of liberty. Maybe she finally relented, he thought. Maybe she just likes the uniforms. More likely he thought she needed some extra guys around for fat dumpy girls at the party.

When he got there, a strange looking doorman, maybe seven feet tall with a hawk-like face looked at him carefully with the strangest smile and was overly polite in holding the door open to the old brownstone on the west side.

"Welcome sir," he said, "and I hope you enjoy the evening."

"Um, yes, thank you." He walked to a very old elevator, the old fashioned kind with the grating, and punched the button for the 13th floor. It was kind of odd having a thirteenth floor, he thought, because he read somewhere that they renamed it usually because some people were superstitious.

In any case he heard music from a door in the panelled hallway, and laughter and giggling, so he entered. He smiled; the big room was full of young guys like himself and stupendous women in low-cut sheer dresses that rode up to their crotches. Most of the women were in their thirties or forties, but all stunningly attractive ladies that he had never otherwise seen outside of a film. And it was funny but all the guys were kids like himself, late teens or early twenties, and he had to admit it, muscular studs like himself.

Oh well, he was angling over to the opulent food and drink table when he heard his name.

"Terry! Terry, don't you remember me?" He turned and his jaw opened. Clarissa, even more stunning with a low cut blouse almost to her distended big nipples coming over, and then kissing him on the mouth, her tongue he swore brushing his, then holding him as she smiled up at him.

"Oh, sure, hi, you look … you look unbelievable."

She blushed, "do you think so, really? I'm just so glad you could make it."

"Well, I'm, um, glad you invited me. It was a little surprising because I didn't think you even knew when I was coming in to port."

"Oh," she said, smiling, "we keep track of our boys in the service.

We know it's been so long. It must have been hard for you." She said this as she fell into his arms, her belly against his crotch, and he tried to use will power to stop his already swollen cock from erecting.

"Ah, well, that part is true, six months at sea is a long time."

"I know," she agreed, "I know what deprivation means too. But tonight, my friends and I have decided to show our boys how much we appreciate that sacrifice."

He couldn't help wondering if that meant she was going to put out or not. They danced, and he was surprised for the first time cut in by another female. The girls tapped each on the shoulder to cut in just like guys would at a dance. The next one was a voluptuous mid-thirties blonde who hunched her crotch into his, humped his hardon, as her big breasts mashed his chest, also asking him how his long tour was.

What he found was that every one of the voluptuous beauties liked hearing how long he was deprived, several sighing and squealing with delight as they ground themselves against his hardness. He was now getting really turned on, and somehow the punch was making him even hornier. He knew that booze made it appear to make a guy hornier but all it really does is lower inhibitions. But when he went into the bathroom he found a couple odd things. For one thing the mirror was missing. Not even a bracket in the wall for one. Okay, but then when he unzipped he discovered what he felt in his trousers.

His balls were bigger, and he couldn't help drooling precum from his inflated cock. Using cold water he finally got his cock soft enough to relieve himself, sighing with relief. A couple of other guys were in there, and he found in chat they had also been on either long tours of isolated duty or cruises like himself, and were primed and ready. Terry grinned as he returned to the party, but had to arrange his hardon again as he went out.

When he went back to the punch bowl he sniffed it, and it was tasty, but had an odd fragrance, and somehow it seemed to make him want to drink it. He could feel his balls inflate even as he sipped it down, and then felt a tap on his shoulder. Clarissa smiling at him, and she looked so hot!

"Well, Terry," she smiled, moving forward, kissing him softly, "I think we can skip the formalities, don't you think?" She moved her hand down and felt his probing erection, sighed with pleasure, and then moved it to cup his inflated balls. Whispering into his ear, "I know I’ve had enough pleasantries for the evening, and we both need something more, don't we?" His throat was so tight he couldn't speak, but had the vague impression that every woman at the party was also embraced with a young man. In fact the chesty blonde dish was squeezing two males, and one seemed to be trying to unfasten her blouse and then his knees seemed to give out.

"Um," he said, moving back, feeling his hammering pulse as she squeezed his glans, his head getting dizzy. His own knees seemed to get weak, and after some more making out, he noticed none of the men standing any more, and all the women were turned, smiling at him, as Clarissa murmured things in his ear, but he couldn't tell what they were. Looking around the room to see where the guys went he realized they were laying in crumpled heaps around each woman.

A blonde voluptuary put her hand on her hip, as if to say 'well?'

"What, um, what's going on?" he mumbled …

Clarissa didn't reply, and lowered him to the floor as his consciousness fled.

He had strange dreams, vivid erotic imagery, and finally a ray of light was flashing and going away. After a bit he realised it was a door opening. He heard the hum of electric motors, and conveyor belts, and also realized he was naked, standing up. His hands were uncomfortable but secure manacles overhead, and his bare feet on a rubber covered floor. Looking to right and left he saw that on each side separated by several feet were other young naked secure men, most still unconscious.

“Good morning Terry”

Startled he looked up. It was Clarissa in a tiny thong bikini and heels and rubber gloves.

"Clarissa! My God! What's going on here? Let me loose!"

Moving toward him, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Terry. Like my outfit?" He couldn't help but stare at her generous curves, and even in spite of the situation he hardened instantly, making her giggle with pleasure, and cup his balls again, hefting them with a professional appraising feel. "Every now and then we get a boy from the farms and they all recognize the place. It's a milking facility all right."

"Are you crazy? Look, if you’re some terrorist group it won't do you any good. You know my folks don't have any money!"

She giggled, "terrorists? Do I look like a terrorist to you? I don't want anything that you can't provide, Terry."

Laughing as she had a thought, "oh, I see, because you saw so many young servicemen. They are a very convenient source I must admit, but we certainly don't discriminate. We take servicemen from all countries. I don't want you to think I'm not as patriotic as the next girl."

"But, but, what are you then? What's this all about?" "Tsk, It's probably a waste of time to say this. None of the other girls ever bother to explain but you were a classmate and I suppose for old time’s sake.

(Sigh) ”Okay I might as well tell you that we’re looking for good slave material. Boys that rebel are the most sought after slaves, demanding a certain level of skill and expertise from our slave trainers, and yielding the highest price from the wealthy Mistresses that attend our quarterly slave auction.

“Your cock has already betrayed you as a particularly suitable candidate. You are going to learn what it is to be broken, to become totally reliant on you Mistress, obedient in every way, and all because you are unable to control the urges with which you will soon become very familiar. You will learn what it is to be totally consumed by unfulfilled lust, to crave to serve your Mistress, just so that She might give you the occasional offer of relief.

“Terry, welcome to your new life. Learn well and learn quickly and you may even get to enjoy it.”