Confession Limerick By Miss Destiny And Silk

There was a young boy from Venus

Whose body was shaped like a Penis

The girls thought he was Odd

Because his cock was quite Bobbed

but the rest of them thought him a genuis !

Secret 2 By Anon

Secret

I heard her voice before I saw her.

“Hello Ladies….Hi subbies…..how is everyone this evening?”

Her unique accent tinkled thru me like I was filled with little silver bells.

I resisted turning to see her, but I could feel her gaze on me…like a sudden breeze.

From my left she strolled into view, stood for a moment in indecision.

Then moved to a chair across the courtyard and clicked for a seat.

She’s wearing her Dominion Mistress tag this evening.

She sometimes forgets and leaves the name of the latest dance club she’s been to above her avi.

My avi is facing toward a group of subs in the back of the courtyard.

But….my perv cam view….slides to her.

Zooms up on her face….her beautiful pixel face.

I’m not crazy you know…..I know she’s only electrons flashing on my screen.

But my heart and my brain…they don’t always…communicate.

My gaze……and cam…..slide down her slender form.

Tight leather tonight, fitted to emphasize her….abundant cleavage.

Her long avi legs crossed at the knees, foot swinging..... slowly...... back..and forth.

She’s voicing…saying hello to me…just me…..

I don’t voice…..I can’t...home situation too…..unstable.

Can’t say the things I would like..... with him….around.

And …besides….I would be tongue tied with her.

I would just….babble…say foolish things.

I’m better in type….I can think…I can organize my thoughts…

I can pretend to be …..just another Mistress….an equal in the courtyard.

But… she knows… she…..knows my secret.

Even through her pixel eyes….she sees through me.

Knows my secret desires.

The boys are gathering around her now.

They always do….all the little unworthy pricks.

They have no idea how to serve her.

They don’t know her heart, her soul….they don’t know her…..body

As I know it……at least in my fantasies….in my darkest thoughts.

Oh god…what am I doing….letting my mind wander…

I haven’t even responded to her yet…

“Yes, yes uh hello…..I uh didn’t see you come in….Hi!”

Yes….I type like I think…..stammer and all…

A little affectation….but……that’s me.

Boys joking now, making teasing comments….vying for her attention.

I sit here….by myself….watching the action.

Remembering ….our times together.

Long conversations in the courtyard….during dances..... events.... while chasing down subs on the hunts.

Hidden IM talks while the others swirl around us with their own interests.

We know each other so well now….and she knows my secret.

Oh no….I haven’t told her…..I can’t make myself say the words.

I will never say switch.

But….she knows……she knows what’s in my heart.

She also knows….as I know….that it can never be.

I won’t do it….I can’t do it.

I am what I am…..I am Domme….I will not submit.

I need the control…I must make order…the power is my salvation.

Except…she calls me dear…..she... whispers my name.

She breaths little scenes into my mind and my breath comes quick.

She teases me in IM .....even as she taunts the boy subbies in local.

She is smart, and quick and funny and subtle…

She…..is my secret.

She ….is my torment.

Alone….so rarely alone with her.

But just a few times….just an intoxicating few times we have stolen away.

To some deserted sim, some desert Isle, some snow bound chalet.

Away from the rules…the conventions…

A short while…when we drop the titles, and pretense

A fleeting moment when she orders….and I obey.

A few hours when I can be this …..other me.

The adoring, obedient, docile….. whore.

Her toy, her panting plaything…her……SL love.

But now….No….not now…Not here.

Here I am Mistress, here I am strong

Here I am what I must be…what my soul commands.

What my life…my RL life demands of me in this SL dream.

I look away….I admonish a boy that has been standing too long in the center of the courtyard.

I call over a free subbie to kneel by me….a good boy…..but….

Only a boy.

Confession About Pride By Jerome

Some years ago I meet a girl and we built up some very nice but rather loose relationship.

After some time this relationship slowly turned into a D/s one as both of us discovered we like it a lot.

After more than a year I have been deeply fallen in love with my meanwhile mistress.

I wanted to intensify the relationship to a close one, even having in mind having found the partner of my life.

My mistress preferred to continue the loose relationship despite my growing efforts. I became pretty desperate.

Not seeing any success in my growing effort, I started thinking, if she does not need me for closer relationship I do not need her either.

I reduced my efforts and my time to be at her disposal, thinking she’ll miss me more and more, too.

Finally after some month she dissolved our relation to my surprise and I was very much hurt in my pride.

I ended up with suffering for more than a year about having lost my mistress forever.

Finding True Submission By Jerbo

I sit here looking at my keyboard and wonder how I reached this point

in my life. It all seemed to begin innocently enough, with finding

out about SL through school and being intrigued by the rich visual

stimulation that abounded there.

I begin my journey like most if not all male 'noobs', by being

intrigued by the sexual flavor of SL and the many adult sims that

abounded. However, I soon tired of them all and chanced upon a couple

that were into the lifestyle. Taking me under their wing, I soon

realised that I was just as intrigued by this new expression and asked

to be instructed in how all this worked.

"Dom or submissive?", I was asked.

"What do you mean?", I said.

"Well, do you want to be a dominate, and be the ones to instruct and

command, or submissive and take the commands of others?"

I thought for a few and then replied "Submissive. Because if I were

ever to be a Dom, then I would want to know what it is to be

submissive." This from the reasoning that you want to know about

someone, then you need to walk a mile in their shoes.

So, it began, my training (at least from an SL point of view,) was to

be locked down, not able to leave my cell, not able to TP out, IM,

etc. At first it was not so bad, but then I began to want to explore

and not being able to, I soon realised that I needed to gain my

Domme's favor in order to be free. However, I was surprised that I

was just as pleased as She was when I was able to please Her. And

this new found feeling lead me in the long run to accept my

submissiveness as what I truly wanted.

Skip ahead a year and a few Mistresses that I have had the luck of

knowing very well, and then finding myself sitting contently in the

courtyard, greeting the Ladys, and general chit chat with all that

come and go. Helping out the occasional new guest, and guiding them

into finding their place at Dominion. For I have now found that it is

not the edging, or verbal commands, or any other typical BDSM that I

enjoyed, but the simple ability to serve all that I can, even if it is

a simple "Hello Miss."

And this lead me to another realisation in my RL that was missing,

until one day when my wife caught me in a Role Play situation. That

the one most that I wish to please is Her. Yes, being married and in

SL has its disadvantages, especially when one partner does not know,

or accept the way I wish to be in SL. I participated in the

discussion a few weeks ago about RL relationships and how SL affects

them. Many things were tossed about and I even gave my opinion that

I was trying to get out of SL what I was missing from my RL. Even

going so far as to say that I could not tell Her because she would not

understand.

Well, after that day and my getting 'caught' as it were, we have since

patched things up, but on the condition that I not go into SL again.

HOW COULD I DO THIS! SL has become a staple in my life to enable me

to serve and be appreciated! That was the reason I always came to

Dominion. I was always appreciated. And respected so much that in

the end, prior to my leaving, I was asked to be a liaison for

Dominion, an honor that I had cherished to get.

But, on thinking and contemplating, I finally had an epiphany. That

to be a submissive is not about gaining appreciation or adoration, but

to serve without the expectation of getting any of that. You see, I

always used the excuse of being in SL that I never got any respect

from my spouse, and that I craved it. And I still do crave the

respect and praise from Her. BUT, now I know that I just did not try

hard enough and simply ran to SL as my escape and easy fix. Also, that

as has been taught to me and that I finally understand, is that I have

a gift. And that gift is precious and not to be given lightly. But

that gift is also mine to give not to be taken from me.

So I gave that gift back to the one who it truly belongs. And you

know, I have found a new purpose, to serve Her that I also love. And

it is working. I have found that even though I don't get praise and

adoration all the time, the times that I do, is worth all the troubles

and pain I have had in getting there.

So I am not in SL any more (I do log only long enough to clear IM's

and notices, and to just keep my account active, in the event that She

changes her mind and allows me back.) But I think of all of you and

your kindness that you all have shown.

I thank the following that have been so important in my SL life. Miss

Namie Charisma who trained me, Miss Tora Maven, my first Mistress,

Miss Cosette Firelyte who gave me a wonderful makeover, Miss Cera

Rhapsody, who gave me such insight into being a true submissive. Lady

Jem, who sought to train me in the end, but time ran out. Lady

Destiny Teardrop, who always had an ear to lend when I needed it. And

thank you also to Lady Sue, Lady Maisy, Lady Maylea, Lady Mandalay,

Lady Medusa, Lady Kivrin, Lady Violet, Miss Orchid.

And a special thanks go to Lady Eva, who always made me feel at home.

Also, thank you to my subbie friends, Erowyn, Gregie, Silk, ShyGuy,

Wheels, Zaira, you will all be missed.

Will I ever be back? I hope never, but that is only because I finally

found in RL what I always had in SL, the ability to serve.

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Thank you Lady Destiny, I miss you All.

Fantasy Mistress By Wilson

She hardly spoke, and when She did it was always with terse, sharp, prodding language barely concealing the hint of a snarl.

I was enamored by Her on first site. For starters, Her proportions just oozed strength. Large set hips, strong thighs, ample bossom, thin straight dark hair, and eyes that devoured with but a glance. She was a force of nature, to be tiptoed around for fear of bringing Her wrath down upon you, and the electricity i felt minding my manners in Her presence was intoxicating. My hunger to please, already a raging fire inside me, was stoked, and tended by the challenge of delighting One so fierce.

I still have no idea if She notices me. In the months i have known Her we have spoken but twice, once when She told me to "shut up" while i was talking with another near Her, and the other time she grunted "Hello Wilson" after I greeted.

These seemingly insignificant exchanges have done nothing to lessen my curiousity or fantasies about Her. The list of questions i ache to ask are seemingly endless. The hunger i have for the day She notices my silent pining and allows me the honor to refuse Her nothing She desires. In my fantasies we are having a silent exchange of power already...that She reads my mind and knows how Her mere demeanor is claiming my obedience, and that silently She is slowly winding in the reel that has been hooked in to my submission.

In these fantasies I imagine She knows all to well who is drawn to Her raw demonstration of power, can spot me as one caught in Her web, and is waiting Herself, watching me with seemingly unoticing eyes, studying, learning...

i imagine a day when she walks close to me, forces Her way in to my IM, and whispers in to my ear "follow me." Immediatly, She teleports away to an unknown Sim, unannounced, as She often does.

Left confused, desperate to follow and with no means to do so, the next few moments seem like an eternity as my heart races, my body tingling with anticipation, hoping for an invitation. The moments pass...nervously...painfully....slowly....

Suddenly, startling me for being both unexpected and anticipated, the upper right hand corner of my screen pops up a window inviting me to teleport to a location i do not recognize. Eagerly I accept and the screen goes dark and my heart races with eagerness....

My Dream Guy By Lady Miyani

I dreamed of you last night.

Well, don’t we think we’re something special? I don’t always dream of you, but often, yes, Not like this, though. This was… different.

Are you sure you want to hear?

If you insist. We were walking together through the woods. Either it was summer, or we’d finally moved somewhere warm. Just the two of us, really alone, it was so nice. No schedules, no phone calls, no obligations. No one on the other side of the door. Just me, and you, and us.

You looked beautiful, mine - and very much as you do right now. Strong, and proud, with your eyes that warm honey-brown they get when you’re happy, and your hair that little bit too long. Just the way I like it. I’d finally gotten you out of that t-shirt you call a uniform, and as I watched you I caught flashes of blue at your chest, from your mark. And flashes of silver at your throat, from mine.

I keep telling you you’re my dream guy.

I was so proud, watching you. Knowing that you were mine, knowing that I carried your heart inside me.

But I’m so enthralled by you; how can a metaphor be enough? My steps began to slow as my breathing did exactly the opposite. My eyes crept up to meet yours when you turned, a question plainly written on your face. Oh, what a joy it was to see the question fall away, to see the first tinges of fear, mixed with a breathless anticipation. You weren’t sure of the game, not yet, but you knew me well enough to sense my mood.

I smiled - that special smile that seems to show a few too many teeth. Despite the excitement fluttering just beneath my skin, I felt the softness run out of my face. The angles sharpened, my gaze became cold, even a bit arrogant. I didn’t need to see it to know; I could see you. Your growing uncertainty, and a kind of settled surrender - the prey in you succumbing to its lot in life.

That was the moment I’d been waiting for, although I hadn’t planned it. My nostrils flared, and I exhaled. “Run.” Almost too soft to hear.

You weren’t sure if I was serious. I saw the corner of your mouth twitch upward, and I growled. You heard that.

“You don’t want me to repeat myself.”

I didn’t think people actually ‘gulped,’ I thought that was something used only for effect. But you proved me wrong, and then you were off. Crashing through the bushes like a startled deer - darling, surely you have more finesse than that. But if you wanted to make the hunt easier, I wasn’t going to stop you.

I didn’t just chase. Where’s the fun in that? I followed, and let you tire yourself out, and when you began to slow I came at you from one side or the other. I let you hear a snapped branch, or catch a glimpse of my hair. I drove you in circles, and let you find your way back to where we had started.

And there I was in front of you, just as exhaustion forced you to your knees. You raised your head to face me, looking hopeful. Had you done well? Had I gotten the chase I wanted?

“I thought I told you to run.” You didn’t have time to do more than flinch away from the disdain in my voice, and I was on you. My knee slammed against your chest and you were knocked back, my weight driving the breath out of you. One hand closed over your throat, pressing your head back, as the other flattened against your belly, my thumb digging painfully under your ribs. My lips were smirking, but my eyes were still hard.

A slow, lazy drawl, my mouth inches from your ear. “What are you, darling?”

I felt your throat working under my hand as you fought to swallow. “Yours.”

“Good.” My lips moved slowly downward, barely brushing your skin. My legs, I placed over your thighs, using my body to bind you in place. I flicked my tongue across your nipple, murmuring, “Say it again. What are you?”

A soft gasp, as my tongue sent shivers across your body. “I’m yours.”

And still further down, until my lips traced that favorite spot where hardness becomes softness, just below your ribcage. I breathed in the salty-sweet tang of your skin, sweat mixed with fear mixed with lust. With my teeth grazing your skin, my voice made a mockery of a pleading tone. “One more time?”

I heard your breath catch. “I’m yours.” And then there were no more words. I drove forward into you, grinding the flesh of your belly between my teeth. Human mouths were not made for this feast, but I did my best. And as I felt the hot, coppery rush of you over my tongue, I felt an answering wave in myself, a building pressure in the pit of my stomach, and lower. I let pout a low moan as pleasure washed over me, sending vibrations into the very core of you. You tried to sit up, a scream forming on your lips, but the pressure on your throat threw you back down, and allowed for only a whimper.

My other hand found the wound my mouth had started, and was burrowing under your ribs in earnest now. My fingers curled around a rib and as I felt it crack, the dam inside me burst and I collapsed against you, shuddering, sighing your name. You arched up into me, as if in response - but really, there was just nowhere else to flee, to escape the pain. In a way, it seemed almost as though you didn’t want to escape. A though you would stay there willingly, through it all, if that was what I wanted.

Why is that, I wonder?

Finally, my questing fingers found their prize. I could feel it pulsing under my hand, impossibly fast. You weren’t breathing so easily now, which wasn’t surprising. Not if you think about what I had to tear through to get there. I raised my head - you looked so beautiful. I kissed your cheek, hypnotized by the crimson stains on your uncharacteristically pale skin. My lips found your ear again and as I began to squeeze, to crush the fluttering muscle in my grasp, I whispered one word.

“Mine.”

(Laugh) What’s the matter, my darling, cat got your tongue? It may not be much of a bedtime story, but you did ask.

Love, it was a dream. You’re perfectly safe, for as long as I want to keep you whole. Now get some sleep.

You too. Oh, and by the way; what are you?

Good. Sweet dreams…

BDSM By Lady Cera

I'll take you as you came to me

Aid and instruct you how to grow

Show you places as of yet, undreamt

With no fear of your dark desires

I'm your haven when times grow rough

The eye in the center of the storm

The warming snuggle of my lap

When there's no place else to go

There'll be no secrets hidden

No fears of what's inside

Acceptance is for who you are

Not what you think I want

I'll take you to that edge you fear

Push and prod and carry you beyond

By lash, by love, by force of will

I'll teach your spirit how to soar

I'll not beat you down nor lessen you

Your submission is never weakness

Your gift to me, a treasured one

Returned with love and strength

Your part in this, to make it work

There's but one thing that I demand

Your trust and mind, your heart and soul

In chains to me, everything you are