Saturday, April 2, 2011

The Massage by Heather Steampunk

I chuckle softly as I hear you whimper when the oil drops from a height on your already cold skin. "You best not do that again girl." I smile softly and heat up the oil in the palm of my hands before gently placing them on your back. I slowly move them up your spine as my thumbs add light pressure now and then. I hear approval sounds coming from your mouth when I slowly drag my fingernails down your back again.

I love giving massages. The touch of woman's skin going from cold to warm, just because you add pressure here and there and are compassionate about what you are doing. There's a secret to giving a good massage. Many people massage the skin and not the muscle underneath the skin, but a skin is sensitive, and a massage will get painful or too ticklish after a while. But once you find that one spot, a massage is relaxing, arousing and sometimes orgasmic even.

The pleasure of touching her skin arouses me, but I'm good at hiding it. I want nothing but to pleasure her, relax her, send her off into a deep sleep, feeling utterly satisfied.

I slowly bend forward as my hands massage her shoulders, untying every knot I can find, never too much pressure, and never too little. That feeling .. of her body relaxing under your finger tips, amazes me. The skin that slowly heads up, the muscles that relax, the soft moans coming from her lips .. When I'm near her ear, I softly whisper, "You are my aphrodisiac."

I hook my thumbs under her skin, under her muscles and roll them up to her neck again and repeat the motion from her left to her right side. I want to tickle her, because giving massages make me giggle, but it would probably ruin the moment.

I grab the bottle of oil again and without even thinking about it, I raise my arms and let the oil slowly drop down on her skin. She growls and with a swift movement has me laying down on the bed and sits on top of me. "Let's see how you like this hmm?"

The oil is cold, so cold as she drops it on my stomach, my legs, my arms and my nipples, they respond immediately. "You do seem to be enjoying this a little too much, turn around, on your stomach, now!" I do as she asks and when I lean on my arms to lay down on my stomach she pushes me down.

I feel like I'm falling and wake up on the ground. I'm dissorientated and wonder what happened. Then I remember .. the massage ..
I whisper into nothingness, "Where is the woman of my dreams? I got something to make up for."

Story Of A Dork Part Two By Jethro Shippe

Once upon a time in a land far away there lived a man called Jethro-a simple man living in a simple place called Dorkville.The Dorkvillians were renowned for being a bit slow ,but they were mainly contented,especially the men who would spend their days lounging around in pubs drinking,while the women were out in the fields labouring hard to grow their crops and look after their animals.Occasionally a man would get up off his barstool,stagger outside to the edge of the fields and start shouting at the women to work harder.The women,well used to this ,would say something like "Yes Sir" or "Yes Master" and get back to work,knowing it would soon be dusk when they could go home and cook supper for the men,do the dishes and general cleaning and then lie down exhausted in their beds until 4 am when they would have to get up and do it all over again(7 days a week).
Jethro was content with this life although he did want to travel and see the world a bit,also he was looking for a girlfriend,most of the girls in Dorkville he was related too and you wouldn't really call any of them pretty maids.
One evening he was drinking with his mate, leching at the barmaids, when a stranger came in.Turned out the stranger's name was Tapmargarine Stovespoon although he was known as Tap to his friends. Jethro and his mate chatted to Tap,asking him about his life.Turned out Tap lived in a place called Dominion,about a weeks journey away.Tap told them it was a really beautiful place ,especially the women, who were renowned throughout the land for their beauty, except in Dorkville,which didn't get much news from the outside world. On hearing this Jethro's eyes lit up-"and do the women do all the work there Tap.like they do here?"
"They sure do Jethro" says Tap"they really look after you,treat you like a King".
A few days later Jethro packed a bag and set off after saying goodbye to the men and reminding the women to work hard in the fields as harvest time was coming up.
He travelled by foot for several days,staying in little places until finally he reached the gates of the Dominion.It was dark when he got there ,getting cold and starting to rain.Jethro knocked impatiently on the door. Finally he heard footsteps approaching,the door opened and there stood a woman,a beautiful woman it must be said dressed in a purple velvet dress and holding a lamp.
"gord you took ages to open the door"said Jethro as he leered at her.
She smiled at him "you must be tired" she said.
"I am ,and hungry too-got anything to eat?"
She led him to a small refectory on one side of a courtyard,he was seated and brought wine and a sumptous and hearty supper by another real beauty,couldn't take his eyes off her as he ate noisily.
"A bloke called Tap told me about this place,he told me it was good ere"
Jethro felt much better now after food and drink and was reassured that all about the place appeared to be how Tap had described it.
"Oh Tap "she said "yes we look after him" she smiled, "and we'll look after you just as well"
Jethro was now tired after his journey and wanted to sleep "Show me mee bed luv" he said to her.
He followed her across the courtyard into the main castle building ,it was very dark but out of the shadows he thought he saw someone walking across the courtyard dragging a crawling figure behind them on a leash "blimey-they treat their women even worse ere than in Dorkville" he thought.
They went up the stairs of the impressive castle building and she showed him his room for the night.
"Um this is nice" he said ,"lovely double bed-care to join me wench -lol"
She showed him his bathroom ,told him at what time breakfast was served and went to get him an extra pillow he asked for.When she came back he had passed out on the bed,oblivious to every sight and sound,including the sound of her locking his door as she left.
Next morning he woke late.feeling refreshed,after splashing a bit of water on his face and having a pee,he got dressed and prepared to go out to get one of those lovely wenches to serve him his breakfast.
He struggled with the doorknob,trying to force it but it was very solid "Oi-let me out" he yelled but noone came.Frustrated he sat down on the bed and thought what to do-this took some time as Jethro never thought about anything quickly. Eventually he decided to get up and take a look out the window-he did a double take ,not believing his eyes as what he saw shocked him to the core of his simple being.
The window looked down on the courtyard and even though he was high up on the top floor he could clearly make out what was going on down there.There was a circular seating area where women were sitting,a few women where standing and then kneeling on the floor were a load of men,plus a few girls. He saw one women just arriving and she had this guy on a lead-she took a seat and he took a place on the floor before her-he then knelt right down and kissed her feet.
"WTF is this place?" thought Jethro"i gotta get outta here fast". He tried the door again,desperately but to no avail-he started to sweat.
He was sitting on the bed when he heard footsteps approaching,the door opened and in walked the maid who had served his supper along with three other women.These three were dressed in what looked like police uniforms,black latex pants and jacket,white shirts and ankle boots.Around their waists they wore belts attached to which were a nightstick and a coiled whip.They were all staggeringly beautiful.
"This is him Miss" said the maid who by now had adopted a kneeling position.
One of the women,the one who appeared to be in charge walked over and stood above Jethro,sitting on the bed.
"On your knees boy-now!"
"What?" said Jethro.
She beckoned to the two other women who came over and quickly put cuffs on his wrists and ankles and fitted a collar around his neck.His arms were bound behind his back and he was pushed to the ground by the guardesses.
The head guard,who was tall and blond spoke-"Simone here has been telling us how you turned up here late last night,acted like you owned the place,demanded food and drink and acted in a rude and obnoxious manner to her and Katy-what do you have to say for yourself boy?"
Jethro had completely forgotten how he had acted the previous night,didn't feel he'd behaved in anything other than a normal way for him-"I didn't do anything wrong he said,just asked for some food and a bed for the night"
"That's Miss boy-when you speak to a Lady you address her as Miss" she said as she grabbed his leash and forced his head to the floor.The other guardesses removed his shirt and one of them lashed him severely on his back six times.
Jethro cried out in pain"aaarrgghh".
"Quiet boy!" the head guard shouted "you are in some serious trouble here,the more you whine the worse it will be for you"
Jethro ,whose face was still pinned against the floor, realized he was in trouble here and said nothing while he tried to collect his thoughts. Finally he said "can i go home now ?"
She laughed and ordered the guardess to lash his back another six times, "You're not going anywhere except for our dungeon where you will stay until we decide what punishment you will receive,and that is "Miss" boy when you speak to me,and all the other Ladies",she gestured to the guard who gave him another six lashes,harder this time.
"Y-yes Miss" said Jethro who was beginning to get the picture,difficult though it was for him.
"Take him down to the dungeon" she said and the two guardesses dragged him on his leash down the stairs to the basement where the dungeon lay. After stripping his remaining clothing they put him in a cell and locked the door,pausing only to laugh at him as they left.
Jethro lay on the uncomfortable steel framed bed and stared at the ceiling.How he wished he was back in Dorkville where life was easy and everything was done for him.
After a while he heard footsteps coming down the stairs,he looked at the figure approaching him through the darkness.
"Hi Jethro" said Tap "how are you doing mate?"
"You b******,you told me this place was like Dorkville,everything the same except the women were beautiful here,well that is the only thing you told me that is true you liar!"
"Sorry mate" said Tap " I tricked you I know "but the thing is,Dorkville and places like that-their days are numbered. Things haven't changed in those places for centuries. The times they are -a -changin ,as they say"
"You see Jethro" he continued,"times change,there are only a few places like Dorkville left now,and in the future there will be none."
"What do you mean?" Jethro asked,"Dorkville is going to become like it is here?"
Tap nodded, "even now Jethro it's happening,the women of Dorkville are in contact with the Ladies here and soon they will be in charge in Dorkville. One night when the Dorkville men are all asleep,intoxicated as usual ,an army of Dominion subs(led by a Mistress) will turn up and capture the men who will be brought here for retraining,just like you are about to be retrained.The women will take control and an army of Dominion subs will help them rebuild Dorkville to be a female friendly place".
"What?" said Jethro,by now completely confused.
"All i say is true Jethro,it will happen in about 2 months time by which time hopefully you will be trained and can return to Dorkville to help with the rebuilding"
"What sort of rebuilding ?" asked Jethro."I mean Dorkville has all it needs,plenty of pubs,that's all you need really.I mean there is a blacksmiths, a hardware store,a general provisions store". Jethro smiles to himself as he thinks of his cousin Rosie,who is the blacksmith,such big muscly arms she has.
"Apart from that there's a builders,run by Susan and her gang of girls and a couple of milkmaids,that's all we need in Dorkville"
"Well it's all going to change Jethro,the pubs will all go to be replaced by winebars and bistros, a new shopping mall is being developed full of nice little cafes,handbag shops,fashion shops and shoe shops where the Ladies of Dorkville can relax while the men go out to work the land all day."
"Why do you help them Tap? I mean you are betraying your own kind-your brothers."
"I used to be like you Jethro,arrogant and lazy,disrespectful and inconsiderate,but they trained me here and now i wouldn't have it any other way- I am much more content now."
Jethro pondered Tap's statement but couldn't imagine himself ever thinking that way.
"You'll find what I say is true Jethro,if you're prepared to listen and learn.If you're not prepared then you'll lose out Jethro-your Dorkville women are going to become much more demanding,you'll just get ignored if you don't play by their rules and you know you can't live without them."
"So what are they going to do with me now Tap?"
"I'm not sure jethro although i did hear you were going to be put on trial tomorrow night for being disrespectful."
Trial -what the.."
"So at this so called "trial" what happens?"
"The judge will sentence you-you'll get a punishment ,probably including a whipping and other stuff."
"Other stuff?"
"Yes,they might get you to wear women's clothing or a pigs head for a week or two,you might get a period in solitary,further regular whippings,they might put a gag on you so you can't talk. It all depends on what sort of mood the judge is in really."
"Anyway mate ,i better get going,i have some chores to finish,otherwise i'll be in trouble-seeya Jethro."
Jethro mumbled a feeble "bye".

Jethro spent most of the rest of the day in solitary. In the early evening a guardess arrived with some food and water,she took him from his cell,bound him to a whipping bench and gave him a sound beating with a cane.She made him thank her for it before returning him to his cell and leaving,turning off the light as she went to leave him in complete darkness.

Jethro slept surprisingly well considering and awoke with shafts of sunlight coming in to the dungeon. Soon a guardess arrived and told him he was to be put on trial that evening. She produced a court summons document and pointed out to him where he had to sign,Jethro marked the paper with a cross in the appropriate place.

An hour later another woman arrived who explained she was an educational supervisor.She tested him on basic arithmetic and literacy but she did not stay long as he failed to answer a single question correctly,as he failed on level 1 of the 5 level tests and did not progress on to the higher levels.

Later on ,about 2 hours before the trials were due to start a stunningly beautiful olive skinned guardess arrived ,and after making him kiss her boots,she led him leashed into the courtyard and walked him round a bit. One or two of the Ladies present showed a mild interest in him,asked him a few questions.One of them in particular took his leash from the guardess and made him kneel before her while she questioned him more closely.

"Well he's completely unskilled and completely out of condition but i suppose i might pay 5 dollars for him at the auctions-i need a general skivvy."

"5 dollars for that Liz,you gotta be joking-he's not worth the upkeep." All the Ladies laughed and poured scorn on Jethro.

"OK take him away " said the lady who had shown some interest"bye Jethro and good luck tonight -i hear the judge has a terrible headache lol."

After being allowed to shower and eat something the guardess returned to take Jethro to be prepared for his trial.He was led out to the trials area and strung up by his wrists,to wait there until he was called forward.There were 4 other men in the same predicament ,but they were under orders not to speak. As the time for the trials approached more and more Ladies arrived, some with their subs and came over to see who was on trial this evening and what crime they had commited.They examined the papers for each of the accused and looked disdainfully at them,telling them how ashamed they should be and how they deserved everything coming to them.

Finally the judge arrived with her attendants and all the seats were taken. The judge opened proceedings with a warm welcome to everyone,wishing them an enjoyable evening. The clerk to the court read out the names of the accused and then asked the guardesses to prepare the first defendant to be brought forward to kneel before the judge.

"Please bring forward Jethro Shippe" the clerk announced. Jethro was unhitched from the post and lowered to the ground and then dragged forward to be placed kneeling on the plinth facing the judge.The audience hushed as the judge prepared to speak,

"Jethro Shippe-you kneel here before me accused of showing gross disrespect and insolence to 2 maids and 3 guardesses here-how do you plead?"

Jethro shuddered ,eyes lowered,his trial was about to begin..

The Visit, Part 3 by Shyguy

I sat in the chair, bound and helpless, looking at the closed bathroom door. I could hear the water running, Mistress soaking in the tub enjoying herself letting the warm water run over her soft supple skin. After a few minutes the water stopped, and I couldn't hear much of anything....more time passed and after a bit I heard Mistress slip out of the tub, and then a little ruffling. The door opened and out she came, wearing a black teddy with garters and stockings... She looked at me, and giggled, seeing me there with my hands bound behind the chair, my legs attached securely to the chair as well. "MMMM, you like, poodle" she whispered as she walked towards me. I nodded, and tried to mumble a few words, but really could not make out much of anything. She just stood in front of me, swaying her hips, teasing me slowly, dancing to the soft music playing in the background. She brushed her stockings against me, and I could instantly feel my cock trying to get hard inside the chastity device. I moaned softly...and just stared in amazement at the beautiful woman before me.....
She slowly moved behind me and slowly undid the bindings, releasing me from my captivity. "Don't move pet", she stated curtly, "Don't move one little bit or you will be sorry". I stayed still, still looked straight ahead of me, and waited for further instructions.

"Now, pet, there is something for you to wear, inside the bathroom, I want you to go in there and put it on, then come back out here and present yourself to your Mistress" and she softly chuckled and went to sit on the bed. I slowly walked into the bathroom, and shut the door. On the hanger was black lace panties, black stockings and garters, a black laced bra and some stiletto heels, which seemed to be my exact size. I gulped, and began putting on the items, as instructed. I slid the panties on, slowly, then the stockings up my legs softly and slowly. I fumbled with the bra for a moment, before finally figuring out how to clasp it and put it on. After that I slipped on the high heeled shoes, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I blushed what must have been a deep shade of red, before walking out of the bathroom to present myself to my Mistress, hearing the clicking of my heels on the hard marbled floor.

I stood in front of my Mistress, presented myself to her, and I could hear her giggling softly. "Now, pet, we always know you wanted to be all pretty, now we are going to make you verrry pretty for your Mistress. Do you see that vanity over there??" As she pointed towards it, "Sit, poodle" I sat down at the vanity chair, and looked at all of Mistress' make up laid on the table. She approached me, and brushed the hair out of my eyes, looking at me through the mirror. She took out her light blue eye shadow, and began applying it softly across my eyes, slowly with a brush.....and then the mascara, making my lashes all black and long...my cock was stiffening tightly inside the cage and I began moaning softly.....Then Mistress took out her bright red lipstick, and softly whispered "pucker up, pet". I did as instructed and she began to softly apply the shade of red lipstick to my lips, very carefully, making sure it looked just right. She giggled again, and then took out her powder and touched up my nose and cheeks a little, making them nice and rosy.

"Stand up pet" she whispered into my ear..."Lean closer into the mirror and get a good look at how pretty and slutty you are......and you know what happens to slutty women don't you pet?"

She began to walk away, before turning to me..."Now, pet...don't you move, you stare into that mirror, and wait for me" as she left the room. I waited, and just stared into the mirror, looking at my bright red lips, my long black lashes, and the blue eye shadow as well. I murmered softly, and did not move.

A few minutes later Mistress came out of the bathroom again, and slowly walked up behind me, hearing the clicking of her heels on the floor. She leaned into me, looked at me through the mirror again, and bent me over the vanity some more. I could feel her sliding my panties to the side, exposing my ass. I could feel the coldness of the room. All of a sudden, without warning, I could feel something penetrate my ass from behind. It was cold and wet. I gasped and shuddered as Mistress had slipped on a strap on and she began to fuck my ass fiercely, slamming the plastic cock into me from behind, faster and faster. I moaned loudly, and she giggled some more, as she was staring in my eyes.."Take it like a good little slut" she whispered and she continued slamming her plastic cock deep inside my hole.

After about 10 minutes of complete and total submission, her cock still buried deep inside me, she reached around and slowly took off the device from my cock, revealing my raging hard on......she then slammed my ass harder and harder, and placed my hard cock on the vanity. After slamming my ass for a few more minutes, I could not take it any more and shot a huge load of cum right into the bottom of the mirror.....

"Oh you little slut, i did not give you permission to cum" she gasped.....and then quickly shoved my face into the mirror. "Lick it up pet" as she continued slamming her cock into my ass. I licked the mirror until I could not see any more cum there, and then she finally slid the cock out of my ass....

Mistress walked over to the bed, sat on the edge of it, her strap on still on...."Come here, pet, she said softly....." I crawled over to her and kneeled before her. She slid the cock into my mouth, and began fucking my mouth softly. I could see the red from my lips coating it, and I took it all in and sucked on it for what seemed like an eternity.

To Be Continued...

Confessions Two By Karlton

April 2nd 2011

“Lady Helen’s Birthday”

Karl knelt naked and quietly in the corner, facing in to the room. His eyes fixed on the beautiful woman sat on a leather sofa. Helen was his wife of ten years but also so much more than that. This was not just his wife, she was his Mistress, his Queen, his Owner, his absolute everything. She spoke, he listened, she pointed, he went, she drew back her hand, he presented his face and this woman took absolutely no nonsense from him whatsoever. He still gazed longingly upon her form, the same way he did when he first saw her across a crowded room, 12 years previously. He lived in awe of this woman, in apprehension of her, in adoration and yes, in fear of her. Lady Helen could be extremely unpredictable with her moods, mannerisms and actions and especially with her affections. To her, a firm face slap was a show of affection and karl knew this extremely well.

Helen was in her mid 40s, 5 foot 8 inches tall, dark complexion, with a firm but quite beautiful looking face. She knew she was beautiful and was extremely confident in everything she did. Today was her birthday and she had decided to treat herself, in a way that she had desired for some time and that's the reason why she could now reach out a hand, and stroke a fingernail over the firm muscled chest of the man who knelt in front of her. His head up, his chest pushed out, his hands clasped firmly behind his back and his toned body feeling so firm to her touch, the red ribbon about his neck, making him even more presentable.

‘Yes, this is one fine specimen of a male’ she thought idly to herself. Her best friend Miranda had introduced her to him a week earlier and after hearing of how she spent an evening with him, her nipples tensed and felt a quiver every time she recounted the details of how he had ‘entertained’.

Tomas was in his late 30s, was a strong, attractive looking, finely tuned male and while quite submissive, could boast a lot more than most men, with a cock that jutted out proudly before him. This cock, just begged to be played with, stroked, fondled, slapped; and of course be put to the kind of use that Helen had in mind this summer’s evening. While Helen sat upright, leaning slightly forward, assertively stroking the manly chest, she also knew inside she was melting and she knew she would soon be melting in lots of other places. ‘Ohhh’, she thought warmly, ‘what she wanted to do with this boys body tonight’.

She casually gripped one of his pointed nipples and pinched it firmly in a grip of her finger and thumb, pulling on it, twisting it slightly, noticing the tiniest flicker in the man’s eyes, as she spoke, in her most seductive tone. “When do you get time for play Tomas, with all the work outs you must do sweety”? “I always find time for play Miss Helen, especially when allowed in the presence of such a beautiful lady as you are”, he said, in his deep husky voice, while feeling his nipple continually pulled out hard. “Ohh, you are such a charmer, Miranda was right, she said you could be an extremely naughty boy” she replied with a kind of wicked laugh and pushed her high heeled foot, closer in to his crotch. She looked down and saw the long hard cock, almost laid out along her foot, like it was on a platter, served to her, waiting her every wish, her every desire, her every need.

“It is however this fat cock that I will want you working out with tonight boy and I want it to be very pleasing for me”. “Of course Miss, that's what it's there for”, the husky voice replied. “Yes”, Helen said less seductively, “unlike twat face over in the corner there, with his useless little fuck toy”. “Yes”, replied Tomas, “I did notice Miss”. - “Yes and his lack of everything else too, the little half wit. Isn’t that right twat”? Helen loudly asked her husband, still kneeling up straight in the corner. A “humph yemh mhuftuff” was heard as karl mumbled through the gag he wore, a four inch penis gag. “I think he needs a bigger gag in that stupid mouth of his, even his pathetic mumbling annoys me” Helen said as she raised the long cock up slightly on her foot. “Maybe this thing would make a nicer gag for the worm. Mmmmm yes, this would certainly shut the stupid fuck up a lot better. Yes, I like that idea, and this cock doesn’t seem to ‘upset’ about it either sweety” “Whatever pleases you my Lady” the voice replied softly. Helen placed a finger to Tomas’s lips, pushing in between them a little, saying “Oh yes boy, whatever pleases me, that part I know well. Suck my finger” she said firmly, as she slowly pushed it in and out of the man’s mouth. While she did this, she reached up and pulled out one of her firm breasts from her low cut, black chiffon dress. She felt the mouth lips and tongue of this man; work her finger expertly, as she started to pinch her own right nipple hard.

This was exactly how she had planned her birthday. Her pathetic husband in a corner, with this other fine thing kneeling in front of her, for her every whim. Both of them submissive, but both of them so very different. She suddenly pulled her finger from the wet mouth and ran it down the strong chest, all the way down to that cock and started to run her fingernail along the shaft. She placed her hand on Tomas’s chin, leaning her face to his and pulled his mouth to hers. She placed her lips firmly onto his and started to kiss his mouth extremely hard. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, swirling it about, tasting him, sucking on his long tongue, owning him, possessing him. Her other hand lowered to the hard cock, taking a firm grip of it, stroking it slowly, back and forth, as she continued to kiss his mouth and tongue. Karl squirmed inside, watching his beautiful wife kiss this man so passionately, and stroking the large cock so passionately, unable to help the natural reaction of drooling while sucking on the rubber phallus secured firmly in his mouth.

“Is cock ready to please me boy”? she asked Tomas quietly, as she continued to stroke the cock, feeling it harden even more. “Of course it is Miss Helen, it awaits your desires”. “Hmmm” she said “I wonder. - Perhaps it needs a little preparation first, you know, like say have a slut come and nicely prepare it for me, hmmm?? .... what do you think”? “Well, yes Miss Helen, if you happen to have a slut somewhere about the place, then of course Miss”. “Geez boy, I always have a slut somewhere about the place, what do you think that pathetic fuck in the corner is?” “Oh, yes Miss,” “Yes”, Helen said, now feeling time for teasing was over, “a total useless fuck, but I have just thought of a reasonable use for him”, she said smiling, as she stroked the cock a little more firmly, “To have him suck this fine cock to make it as hard as a rock, before you get to fuck my wet pussy boy”, emphasising her words with a hard tight grip on the now already bursting cock. “Ooohhh, boy likes the sound of that, you filthy thing” “Yes Miss” replied Tomas, his breathing now sounding a little more affected.

Helen pulled the cock firmly upwards, making Tomas quickly rise to his feet, hands still clasped behind him. “Good boy” she said, as she used her free hand to cup the large hanging balls, now close to her face. “Oh my” she said, almost to herself, “this is going to please me alright, that I have absolutely no doubt about whatsoever” - “Isn’t this a wonderful looking cock karlie? Wouldn't it be so wonderful to suck on? Feel it pushing through your lips, all the way into your mouth? Down deep into your throat? Hmmmm?? And then you can kneel and watch how it is used, to fuck me sensless, hmmm?? Won't that be nice?” The replies from her husband were some form of mumblings and she didn't really care what the words actually were, but she loved the wide look in his eyes.”Yes bitch, I know you will please it well for me. Now get that rubber gag off and get your stupid twat face over here and start sucking it deep, you pathetic fuck”.

Helen leaned back in the sofa and reached a hand under the very short hem of her dress and down inside her panties and started to stroke her clit softly as she watched the twat crawl quickly over to the waiting erect cock, pushed straight out for his mouth to suck on. ‘Ohh heck’ she thought, ‘this is just the best, fucking, birthday, ever’


Do I understand? By Anon

Do I want to write this confession? No
Do I want to kneel at my Lady's Feet? Yes, God yes.
Do I want to be Hers? Yes God Yes.
I am a mature man, mid forties, I have nice life. Somewhat successful in life, I should be a happy man. Except the one thing I been ignoring for 25 years, since I found a foot fetish magazine in my neighbor's back yard when I was 17. I am a submissive man, a yearning to serve and please. It has eaten away at me, but I have ignored it, put it away. Until I stumble upon the Dominion website.
As a submissive I am merely a 20 year old boy, wanting what a 46 year old man wants, a true owner. I am learning every day. 20 years of Femdom fetish porn will teach you a lot myths and lies. But, it is how I got though, but as I look back, I did learn that I am a submissive that wants and need so much more. I do just want to pleas my Lady, do anything she wants or desires.
That is easy to say. Until asked to do something you fear , that will put you in no harm and is only to please Her, but puts you out of you comfy little world. I am trying to learn to put the fears away to grow for her so we become closer to be truly owned by her. I can only work everyday to be better, and someday maybe…
Do I want to write this confession??????
Thank you my Lady

Brave New World – Rothko Lacourte

A fierce rush; enlightenment attached to a harness. A coerced membrane yields to epiphany. When she entered him, he was forever changed. The change was both physical and emotional, but more than anything it was ontological: his very existence writ anew with a modern quill. In that instant, in the equivocation of muscle and control and will, he knew not only that he was fully hers, but that he was now bound to her for the rest of his life. There would be no returning from this point; the life before no longer an option.

She handled him deftly and confidently; moving him effortlessly about the bed and into any position that she desired, the difference from one placement to the other often quite nuanced, but somehow vital to her. As though hypnotized and responsive to the most delicate touch, he saw and felt himself to be both her man and her girl. She placed him a few inches to one side, downward a few more as if to fix him upon some precise coordinates – all while pressing her lips hard onto his.

Time and space slowed as she wound and looped and knotted and cinched soft white rope around his wrists; the tightness bringing him peace and a sense of belonging. His arms were stretched taut above his head as she secured those white-coiled wrists to the frame of her bed. To properly fasten her knots to the headboard, she had moved herself up onto his chest, her breasts radiant, life-giving suns in a too-tantalizing sky. Pleased not only with the security in her bonds, but also in the aesthetic, she slid back down his torso, kissing his mouth and then running her tongue along and underneath the thick leather collar locked around his neck. Her lips now to his nipples, her eyes met his as teeth clenched into sensitive flesh. She lingered long at his hipbone, biting down hard and then sucking the skin forcibly back into her mouth, darkness beginning to emanate both from her eyes and the trail of markings she left across his body – there is honor in certain bruises; love and sweetness and romance too. She paused. Like a painter stepping away from the canvas to examine the strokes of her brush, she swiftly moved off the bed and now began to tie each ankle to it, stretching his legs out wide. ‘Boys don’t really need their legs spread, but I like it and that’s what matters’, she said as his muscles both fought against and warmed to her pull. ‘You look beautiful, all bound for me. You make me want to do terrible and sweet things to you.’

As a dancer wraps the fabric of her pointes around her ankles, she worked the leather straps of her harness into its buckles, cinching it snugly into place. The phallus, long and textured and of eye-widening girth fit properly in its steel ring. Her eyes flashed wild and animalistic as she moved toward him. It seemed as though he was now a part of some sacred rite, an offering to a god previously unknown, but who now towered above him. Those eyes. She locked her gaze on him as she lubricated the rigid shaft, which now glistened almost blindingly as she neared. His breathing shallowed and each nerve-ending seemed to ignite at once. His leaping, racing heart pushed blood rapidly throughout his body; his fingers and toes and cock all swelling at its push; the rope digging into his flesh. A torrent of blood now filled his manhood, but he felt not at all the power men derive when they are hard with desire and arrogance. This erection brought only pain as his cock strained intensely against its cage. She clipped a beautifully crafted leather leash to his collar and began to slowly wind it around her hand, pulling it ever more taut; the reins to the team of horses that she was about to drive wildly over rough grounds. Again her eyes flashed as she moved in on his helpless form. He felt her work her dildo between his legs and underneath his swollen, constricted balls as the pressure at the rim, slow and steady and relentless, intensified. As he was brought open, with only the slightest tip of her cock inside him, a brief softness again lit in her eyes: ‘After this, you know that nothing will be the same. That everything will be different. You do realize that after this you will never leave -- you will never want to. And even if you wanted to you could not. For even if you could, I wouldn’t let you. But we both know that you’ll never want to. We both know that such a thing was never even a thought … but it is now impossible.’

When she entered him, he was forever changed. In the moment that she slid up into him, filling him with her desire and what she knew he needed, when stars and suns imploded and worlds collapsed into darkness, when moons whirred out of orbit and light was swallowed up, he knew in that instant that he was home.

Pussy Control By Cera

To all you pussy eating men out there....have you stopped to admire...or just lost in desire?
Oh Sweet Pussy begs for some attention
Touch softly, peel away the petals.
Watch her purr for you.
Oh Sweet Pussy with her variety.
Each one like a snowflake
No two the same.
Can you only stop at one, or must
you try them all.
Does each one bring a different thought
Or as unique as each is do they just
all bring the same.
Have you stopped to really look
See the lips, the folds
the taste
Clit swollen with desire
Soaked in the passion of your attention.
Oh you pussy eater, have you devoured
or have you slowly soaked yourself
in what that sweet wonder can give you?