First Night's Dance By Anonymous

First nights dance

The night was warm

The dance club was hot

The tunes were steamy

I was…perspiring

I was….slightly intoxicated

I was….more than a little horny

I was dancing….alone

There were plenty of others on the dance floor

Swaying to the music

I swayed….alone

And she…. watched from the far side of the room

I swirled…I flexed…I held my arms over my head and spun slowly around

I kicked…I bent…I closed my eyes and dreamed to the music

My skirt flared out and twisted with the tunes

And she…. watched from a stool by the bar

I sang along with songs I knew

I hummed along with songs I didn’t know

I made up dirty lyrics to songs and whispered them to the room

And she…. watched and listened from her side of the dance floor

I tired and began to dance slower

My breath came ragged and I knew I should stop

I stopped and stood just listening to the music

And from behind me she said…can you manage just one dance more

I turned

I held out my hand

I held her in my arms

I pulled her tight against me

I breathed in her scent

I danced on air

I looked into her eyes

And she…. looked back into mine

We didn’t talk

We didn’t discuss

We didn’t decide

We turned and walked toward the door

And she… was mine

A Journey By Michael

Hi there - i am submissive......yes i know not easy to believe but true nonetheless.

To be honest i have known i was submissive for quite some time. Years now i would think. So i know i am submissive. i am guessing You reading this here in SL know i am submissive.

But in the land of RL not many do, well none really - in fact those closest to me have had no idea - until recently that is. You see a couple of weeks ago i decided to (upon advisement from some very intelligent special Ladies who shall remain nameless) tell my wife of my, up until this point, secret desires and fetish for being submissive. So this isn’t actually my confession – my conversation with my wife was – well I suppose this is a confession about that confession. A bit “Inception” like really.

Anyway, over the years i had made many attempts to subtly and sometimes not so subtly, talk to her of my non- vanilla predilections. I do love my wife very much but the reaction was never a good one – she is a vanilla girl through and through – and was never keen to experiment or try anything I spoke of, regardless of how I put it or phrased it or suggested it. So I had resorted to playing online and feeding my obsession that way. For years I had done this - until recently.

A couple of weeks ago I sat down with her and told her of what I was –how it made me feel and what it meant to me. No surprises that she was a little stunned at first. Probably also at second and third too. But she eventually rose from the floor and we continued to talk. I would have to say that she doesn’t really understand it at all and really wanted me to stop any activities associated with my deep desires. So I left SL and concentrated on other things. It wasn’t easy but I knew the likely price of such an admission.

This story does have a happy(ish) ending though. We have continued to talk and just in the last couple of days we agreed that it would be beneficial for me to come back into the D/s world again. And here I am. She maintains she doesn’t want to know about this side, but we shall see. The good thing I guess is that there are many more discussions to come I hope. And more confessions perhaps.

Revenge By Anonymous

My new life as a boy had been everything i had hoped for. Three months into serving 24 / 7 as my Mistresses' live-in house boy, i felt that, finally, i had come of age. I remember thinking that i had truly found the heart of what full, soul-deep submission means. Childish notions of constant subspace had gradually given way to this golden haze of daily servitude to my gentle, loving Mistress.

I remember those days as being hypnotically regular, and calm. Early rising to prepare breakfast exactly as my Mistress liked it, followed by a rigorous work out and then a slow, sometimes painful but always pleasing day of house work. In the evenings, i was my Mistresses' toy. Whether with stinging flesh or aching desire, i was happy, and very cherished. i had become a full-time boy and everything was as it should be, i remember feeling.

How strange that just a few months prior to this, i had been on the verge of giving up on submission altogether. My dark, keening fantasies of servitude and service were almost locked away, forever. At this time, Second Life had been my only outlet for expressing my submission. I was a "fledgling sub" when i found Dominion and then, whether through extremely good or extremely bad luck, one tempestuous night i stumbled across a glittering, cruel and truly Dominant Woman. i had instantly been swept into Her maelstrom. Gleefully and gratefully, i accepted first a trial collar and in time a full collar to Her.

Exultant, i began to be able to taste the degradation, sacrifice and humiliation that had always made me shiver and ache. Under Her powerful command i had learnt the taste of my floor, my own cum, my piss and most deeply and darkly of all, i had learnt the taste of my own submissive, craving soul. At first i served well, but then a splinter of doubt and irresolution widened into a chasm. In a horrifying blur, all went wrong and .... i fled. i nearly gave up on my submission in those dark weeks. It was only through sheer luck and the mercy of my current Mistress, that a second chance had been afforded to me.

All had been such a blur.

I remember lying on the floor beside my Mistresses' bed, tormented with memories of how craven i had been. Oh i was happy now to be serving my gentle, loving Mistress, but it was when all was dark in the dead of night that i dwelt on the glittering, cruel supreme dominance of my first Mistress in SL, and found myself wondering, and yes... the truth be known.... regretting. Her cruelty had been my drug.

Then, one morning i arose, and performed my usual duties, the golden haze of habit and gentle service warming me from my sleep. It was only half way through breakfast that i realized something about my gentle Mistress was different. An air of expectation and nervousness hung around her as she ate her breakfast. Finally she lifted her eyes from her mug of coffee and said with an unusual air of hesitancy, "tonight we will have company, my boy".

"Oh yes, Mistress?" I inquired, curiosity and a fluttering of nervous butterflies in my stomach.

"yes, my boy. Your old Mistress is in town and would very much like to see you in your new life"

Oh god... instantly my golden haze of pleasant submission turned to nauseating dread in the pit of my stomach. Anxiety and nervousness weighed me down like lead. Gently at first and then with increasing persistence, my words stumbling out of my mouth in their haste I begged and pleaded.

"I don't feel ready, Mistress!" .... "She hates me, Mistress"... "Please, Mistress, not tonight, please"...

In the end, i realized that, as i pleaded and begged, i was just angering my Mistress. i realized that she could see how much i feared this cruel, glittering Lady of my past, and She knew that this Lady still had a powerful hold on my heart and mind. Finally, in equal parts irritation and arousal my Mistress gagged me, gently slapped me across the face and set me about my chores. As the door closed.. well slammed behind Her as She went to work, i had a whole drooling gagged day of anxious housework to do before i knew i would come face to feet with my ex Mistress. Through the day i shifted dizzyingly from fear, to excitement, to shame to fear. The hours ticked by too slowly.

The door burst open to the sound of laughter and confident, poised banter. My heart leapt and sank in the space of a second, as She entered the room. I had only seen Her picture from when I had served Her in SL, and now here She was, the coldest, cruelest most demanding Woman i have ever met in my life. She didn't walk into the room, She strode into it and occupied it, just as She had occupied me, in every sense of the word. Whilst her physical form was neither tall not imposing, her presence was electric. I shivered, and my mouth went dry. I struggled to lift my eyes to meet Hers when she coldly greeted me, and I felt the heat of Her dominance wash over me like cold sunlight. It was too cold and too hot to be near her. I was afraid, and both She and my Mistress could see that fear and hear it in the shaking hesitance of my voice. I knelt before a powerful Woman whom i had wronged. I knelt before a Woman whose dominance and command still had a deep thrall on me, as much as i hated to admit that even to myself.

"Hello boy", She said.

With great effort I meekly bowed and muttered my greetings.

She stepped forward, and She was in my space. My neck ached as she took my chin and lifted my face to meet Her eyes. Everything shrunk away and dimmed as She gazed down on me. In her gaze I knew all that i needed to know. She did indeed despise me, deeply and potently. She had unfinished business with me.

Finally she let go of my chin and I immediately glanced desperately across at my gentle, loving Mistress who now reclined in her favorite armchair. She had seen everything that had passed between us. There was compassion in Her eyes but I realized with a shock that, She would not intervene. Her voice soft, but with a determination in it that i had never heard before she said,

"Tonight you are Hers."

"Please, no" I croaked. I felt something I had not felt in a long time: true fear as a submissive. The last few months had been warmth and light, but tonight I shivered in fear for my soul.

"I'm sorry" I whispered to my ex Mistresses' feet as she closed in on me, a coil of rope in Her slender practiced hands.

"Yes, you have said that before" she said with a voice as cold as slate, as She descended upon me.

She was deathly silent as a coil of rope passed around my neck. Not a sound escaped her mouth as She deftly captured my wrists in the coils of rope and I felt them tighten in the small of my back. Only her slow breathing whispered across my ears as i felt the rope cinch about my waist, my forehead pressing against the cold floor painfully as my knees were forced up under me, and apart.

The sweat on my skin now turned cold as I struggled against the ropes. It had all happened so fast. I ached to catch sight of the comforting eyes of my Mistress but all i could see was floor. All i could do with effort was look back under my body to see my own balls and cock hanging impotently between my legs, and there behind me, Her boots impossibly black and shiny, stood this glittering, cruel Lady whom i had wronged. I never thought i would see Her again, and she now stood over me as i struggled helplessly, my forehead already aching against the cold marble floor.

Slowly she lowered Herself into the other chair in the room, as i whimpered naked and prone on the floor at Her feet. I watched as inch by inch her black, patent leather boot slid forward. Helplessly looking back between my own legs I saw her boot finally come to rest inches beneath my dangling laughable balls and cock. I tried to swallow and couldn't. Tears welled in my eyes and I ached to just at least be able to shuffle forward enough to be out of reach of that dark boot that rested, in total threat, beneath my sensitive, delicate balls.

All i could do was lie prone, my ass cheeks apart, and stare at that ominous threatening boot, hoping against hope that her threat would be the sum total of my punishment. Caught in this terror of pain, and this pain of terror, i waited for my ex-Mistress to make Her intentions known.

As this torment swept over me, dimly i was aware that the two Ladies in the room were talking. They had met in SL and had many friends to gossip and reminisce about. I caught nothing of the details, and heard only the casual, laughing tone in their voices. It felt painful to my ears, contrasting so violently with the metallic taste of terror in my mouth as I watched that boot moving left to right between my sensitive exposed balls.

I don't know if it was the small pathetic whimper that finally escaped my lips which ended this horror of waiting, or if it was just the lull that finally crept into the two Ladies conversation, but my whole body went rigid when slowly i saw Her boot gliding upward.. I yelped as the hard leather finally made gentle, gentle contact with my balls. It wasn't cold. It wasn't painful, yet... i had been waiting in agony so long, the final touch of her imperious boot felt too overpowering to endure.

"please" I whimpered, hot tears choking my throat. I shocked even myself with the abject terror in my voice.

i gritted my teeth as suddenly, pain blossomed inside me. Her boot pushed more and more firmly against me, as i watched helplessly. i felt each ball painfully squashed and trapped against her boot as she wiggled her foot from side to side. I heard her snicker softly as my body jolted each time my balls squished painfully away from the hard insistent upward force of her boot. The pain only distracted me for a moment, from the total, abject, crushing humiliation of my predicament. My hips wiggled, and i whimpered forlornly as I tried desperately to avoid the pressing pressure of her cruel boot as it crushed my balls over and over. The worst part of all this was that i could feel both Ladies eyes upon me. They were quiet now. My desperate struggle with the boot playing out before them.

Then, all turned into sparks of light. It happened so swiftly that the first kick was over before i had the chance to register what was to come. Then, over, and over and over her booted foot kicked my helpless prone balls. I screamed in pain and clawed at the floor trying to crawl away from the onslaught, and toward the gentle caress of my Mistress. But there was nothing i could do. i closed my eyes and screamed impotently into the floor as blow after blow from her booted foot slammed into my conquered balls. Finally i even gave up trying to squeeze my knees together. The ropes were too tight, and my body finally understood total defeat. I sobbed as i accepted each vicious kick, whimpering in abject defeat just praying that the moment would finally pass.

Finally, Her booted foot delicately rested on the floor between my legs. Exhausted, I let out a sob of anger, total frustration and total relief and gratitude that the pain had stopped. A deep ache radiated from my beaten up balls up into my belly and I wanted to throw up. I rest my head on the ground, body shaking, slick with perspiration. All was quiet in the room but for my hoarse breathing, thickened with tears.

I hated her in that moment. I hated her. Oh i feared her, and dammit I still desired her, but i HATED her. and i hated my Mistress for letting this happen to me. i had never been treated with such total disdain. My desperate struggle to avoid pain and protect my sensitive balls had never been entertainment before. I wanted to hide. So much. Eyes clenched shut, tears flowed down my face. My fists clenched as i struggled desperately to be free. I wanted ice on my balls. I wanted privacy to cry. I wanted to be able to cover up. Most of all I just wanted to be AWAY from this Lady who had extracted such torment from me.

And then... god.. her softly melodic but icily cold voice whispered into my ear. I shied from her voice as I shied from her glittering boot. I feared what was to come every bit as much. Her voice slid into my soul, and I knew that only i could hear. This terrifying whisper into my ear was mine alone to hear and experience.

"You hurt me."

I drew my breath to beg forgiveness, but her fingernail at my throat gave me all the signal I needed to hush, and listen, and nothing else.

"You hurt me, and now i am going to hurt You. Deeper than You know".

Still gripped by terror i felt her hand reach back, and grip me. I jumped and a whine escaped my throat. I wished to my soul that my Mistress would stand up and stop this, but all was silent from her part of the room.

Her fist closed around my tormented cock, and slowly at first, but then with ever increasing briskness, she mechanically jerked me. It hurt so much. Her tight fist extracted arousal from me, as a farmer extracts milk from a cow. I struggled and bit down on my lip, determined that in this at least She would have no satisfaction. I did not want to give her the satisfaction of my arousal. At first the pain and my hatred of Her was enough to keep me limp. Hoarsely groaning my tormented cock remained soft as She painfully, briskly hand fucked my bruised cock, her fist slamming painfully up against my balls each time, making me jump and writhe.

My lips pursed as my brain screamed the word over and over again, that I longed to scream in her face.... "Bittchhhhhhhh!"...

"leave me alone i whispered" instead, and in return i heard her cold dry laughter.

Pinned by the ropes I struggled as ... oh god... i felt my pathetically beaten cock responding to Her.. i hated MYSELF as much as Her for my own pathetic fallibility. Her hand mocked my sex and arousal as she viciously grabbed at my manhood, and i felt myself harden in Her hand...

I groanneddd a long hot pathetic groan of hopeless arousal, and i hated Her as i thrust helpless against her hand, unable to find release but unable to stop my begging thrusting into her cruel palm.

I could stand it no longer... i drew a breath and hoarsely groaned it to the room "You Bitttcchhhhhhhhhh" I sobbed into the ground as She tortured me.

"Oh my God!" I heard my Mistress utter in sharp display and i heard Her stand and walk over to me... I shook in fear, struck dumb and aching to explain to my Mistress that this was too far. The pain too deep. The humiliation too total for me to endure.

"How dare You" I heard one of them say, and i quaked in surrender as I looked back between my legs just in time to see this Lady's hand slowly straighten and draw back.

"Nooooo" i screamed ... "oh god noo!" i babbled for mercy, and forgiveness... i begged with every ounce of my being to please, please feel no more pain.

Her hand flew in a sharp vicious slap to my groin and i felt my sensitive balls fly around wildly. My vision darkened as I saw her hand draw back and fly once again viciously to my balls, excruciating pain making me cry silently in wracking sobs as I watched her hand come down again, and again and again, reducing my manhood to the total sensation of pain, pain and more pain.

I woke the next morning to a different, deeper pain, in the pit of my stomach. I was naked on my mattress, but was covered in a blanket. Dimly I tried to understand what had happened, and then it all came rushing back to me. I curled up into a ball and sobbed. I wanted my Mistress to come to me, and rock me and comfort me, but the house was silent. Mistress must have gone to work and not wakened me. I wondered if she had stood over me and decided to let me sleep out of mercy for what had happened to me last night.

Finally, out of a need to go to the toilet I crawled off my mattress, and crawled to the bathroom. With effort I urinated and showered, tenderly massaging my balls. I cried a little more, and started asking myself questions. The most pressing question I had was, why did Mistress allow all this to happen? Why did she let Her do that to me?

Day drew to evening. As i knelt waiting for my Mistress to arrive home, my bewilderment turned to resentment. Finally i heard Her key in the lock and i looked up at Her defiantly and resentfully as She walked through the door and slowly crossed the room. She stood before me a long moment, appraising the resentment in my face. Then, slowly, she pressed her booted foot down onto my battered cock. I gasped, my body and emotions shocked at this new pain, and tears of shock and pain welled in my eyes. I looked up at the Mistress whom I had served in such a golden haze of familiarity for so many months, and i saw a different Woman. A coldness and cruelty now lay behind her smile.

"Things will be different from now on" She whispered as her boot ground my manhood into the floor.

The golden days were over.

Confession By Lady Willow

Switch? I don’t think so!

In my world women run the show, plain and simple. Men are employed as assistants, secretaries and gophers for the top ladies in my firm. My story begins with my exciting promotion and the awarding of a large new client account. With such position comes an additional work load that requires an assistant to see it through. Deborah in HR had called up to my office to advise me that she thinks she had found the perfect boy to fit my requirements. He was new to the company, just moved to the city from some far off place I had never heard off. Although he seemed rather brazen, Deborah assured me he was skilled and would be able to perform; perhaps keeping a tighter leash might do the trick she suggested.

From my office door I had a direct view of my new assistant. He sat quietly at this desk, taking in the new surroundings with what looked like a bit of a smug expression. I watched him for a moment as he tested his keyboard, rearranged the pens and stapler. As if his sixth sense had suddenly kicked in he turned his attentions to me, our eyes instantly locking in a somewhat intense gaze. Like the alpha of a wild wolf pack I held the look. I didn’t blink, nor turn my attentions elsewhere. I was surprised at how long he keeps his eyes on mine before breaking, but soon averted his stare to papers on his desk. I grinned at his defeat and secretly applauded myself for the show of dominance.

For several weeks this seemingly harmless event became regular routine. At some point in the day I would watch him, and when he felt my stare he returned the look, holding it long enough to slightly raise the hairs on the back of my neck before his eyes would drop and he returned to his work, this alpha bitch always winning out in the end.

As a deadline closely approached I came to realize the short hours of the work day were just not enough to get everything completed on time, and some afterhours work would be required. I suggested to my assistant, although somewhat unorthodox, that we continue working on the account that evening in my condo. He was quick to agree, and suggested perhaps he would bring over some take out.

My large dining room table lay covered in files, papers and other necessary equipment required to complete the task at hand. I returned from the kitchen with 2 glasses of wine and offered him one even though I was certain he was not worthy of the expensive vintage. We mulled over the papers, comparing notes, making necessary changes to the calculations and in the end putting together a rather impressive presentation. I picked up our empty plates and returned to the kitchen to place them in the sink. As I turned I was shocked to find my assistant hovering only inches away, his hot breath touching my face. I froze instantly, I never allowed anyone to get that close. The look in his eyes was seductive yet assertive and I was at a loss for words. He leaned into me, forcing me back against the dark marble counter top. His lips touched my neck, gently at first then quickly becoming rougher. I parted my lips to allow the gasp to escape. This was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. Of course I was experienced with men, but always they succumbed to my instruction, I always took the lead. A slight sigh of relief developed as he dropped to his knees before me, this was a position I was comfortable with; I was expecting him to wait for a command. Instead he hoisted up my skirt, its heavy material locking it in place from sliding back down over my hips. He buried his face into my crotch, his nose digging in as if a hog routing around for scraps. His teeth clenched down on the silk fabric of my panties as he started to pull them down, I was thankful I was shaved completely as his actions would have certainly pulled out a few hairs.

My mind was swimming, my inner thighs damp with excitement. He popped back up in front of me, smiled and spun me around so fast I nearly lost balance, my hands sprawling out across the counter to steady my weight. He pressed himself tightly against me, the sound of a zipper being lowered echoed through the kitchen. I froze again, unable to move, for the first time at his mercy. I felt his large shaft slapping softly against the cheeks of my ass, was he spanking me with his cock? The nerve. His manhood explored up and down the crack of my ass, he stopped when he reached my clit, grinding it with the tip. He reached up and pulled the elastic from my hair, now freed it fell down around my shoulders. He grasped my shoulder with his left hand and pushed my face down against the cold stone surface. With his right he rammed his now very hard cock deeply past the wet petals of my sex. The action was fast and intense, I gasped but that soon turned to low deep moans. My hips slammed into the counter with each pounding, there would be bruises I was sure of that. Before it began it was finished. I yelped as the orgasm overwhelmed me, he groaned and pulled out as quickly as he had entered. I was still unable to move, I felt the added sensation of the combination of our sex juices sliding down the inside of my leg. As I turned I caught only the glimpse of him has he walked out the door. That night I lay in bed, I kept the damp undies on, the smell of our carnal actions still lingered in the air.

The next morning began like all others. I woke up, showered, dressed in a classic black pant suit, gathered the papers from the night before and left for work. I walked slowly down the row of cubicles, the familiar morning greetings assaulting me as I passed. I sat at my desk, flipped through files, did some organizing, answering emails, all the things I normally did. Until now I had not bothered to look up, why I wasn’t sure. But as much as I was trying to forget the previous night it had begun to invade my mind. I raised my head, my eyes casually drifting out my office door, only to land on my assistant. His attention was already there, had he summoned me this time to our daily routine? As always I locked in the stare, determined to put him in his place. Something was different though, his eyes sparkled, the corners of his mouth were lifting into a grin, and then he winked at me. My eyes bulged, my bottom lip dropping, probably to the floor and with that I blushed and dropped my gaze…dammit he had won.

Jillidoll's Confession By Jillian

I woke up that morning anxious for the day ahead. I was told by my Miss that I was going to be put "on trial". This ment very little to me but brought on a strong curiosity. She told me I was being charged. But refused to tell me what for, and wouldnt give me the slightest clue as to what lay ahead. This excited me. Attention for the attention whore? All eyes on me? Would I be humiliated in front of everyone? Yes! just my taste.

My time came. Stripped naked and nervous I heard my name called out by the The Judge. She was ready for me. Kneeling naked and helpless my heart raced. I loved this. I was excited, giggling nervously as I heard the charges read out to me I had been disrespectful to my Miss. Calling her a cheater and crudley informing her that i had a boner. Sure it was all fun and games in my mind. But the Judge thought different. I was asked if I had privacy, which I did. I was then told to find something to spank myself with...a wooden spoon? None in the house. A ruler? I didnt have one of those either. The ladies in the audience requested a spatula. I had one of those! I raced to the kitchen and opened the drawer to discover it was metal. Nervously I pulled it from the other utensils and hurried back to the bedroom.

"I found a spatula Your Judgery!" I happily said. I wasnt afraid. I knew I could handle it. "Drop your pants, you will spank yourself ten times, after each apologising to your Miss." The Judge ordered me. Easy I thought so I began. SMACK "Miss Siofra, Youre little attention whore is sorry." SMACK....I was stopped. "You need to count for us. Start over." The Judge told me. I began again. Only to be stopped again. "You need to hit harder Jilli." She told me. I was in enough trouble as it was, I wasnt even going to attempt to argue that the spatula was already forming to the shape of my ass. I began again, Smacking the metal spatula against my ass, after each time reciting "Miss Siofra, Youre little attention whore is sorry." At about number 5, maybe 6 I was in total subspace, my eyes were closed softly as i groaned with each smack. Soft whimpers pushing past my lips. My ass was throbbing, and it felt incredible. I was so lost int he moment i started thinking about what an attention whore I was. Shame on you Jilli, you know better! I was punishing myself. Tears threated to stream past my eyes, so i squeezed then shut. Don't cry you big baby! Take your punishment! No use, they came...a sobbing voice rang out as i finished my punishment. "Miss Siofra! Youre little attention whore is sorry! Ten." I dropped the spatula on the bed, i shut off my mic as i sobbed. Shame on me. Who do I think I am?

I was passed back to my Miss. Kneeling i felt bitter, the bitterness turned to anger...but just as quickly turned to submission and respect. I had forgotten my place. I had been tried. And i had accepted my punishment. I am hers. Her little attention whore. Who had learned through the trial, that there is a time and place for everything.

Doubt By Lady Siofra

Doubt...

Somehow that word doesn't seem something a Domme should say. Doubt. Just the sound of it send shivers down my spine. I however in my nature, question everything I do. Its something that has been triggered from going up with nothing but doubt and negativity in my life. While I won't push it onto others, I will question myself, my thoughts, and my feelings. It used to be to a point where I let it push so many away.

These days I have fought it more and more, trying not to let it ruin my chance to more meaningful connections.

How does this relate to a Femdom confession? Easy. I found myself once again scrutinizing each angle and poking at this new gift i have been given. Its something I've always wanted, something i am so excited for.

However I look at the shiny bow, wondering. Will I gift break this toy? Will i grow bored of it? Can I handle it?

Most of you listening know by now its the gift of her submission to me. Countless time I have started down this road. Countess times I have allowed myself to rush forward and believe that this time it will work. This time she'll stay around long enough to let me wrap that collar around her neck and close the lock.

Do I wonder if she'll stick around? This is SL where people can up and vanish.. So honestly? Yes I wonder. Do I wonder if a lot of what she does it just to impress me because she wants this? Yes I wonder. I am a women who thinks, and sometimes thinks to much. I put up walls out of instinct, make up tests to prove that i am write or wrongs.

So now I look at this gift again and wonder, am i really Ready?

The answer is, Yes, a deep felt terrified Yes. Does this make me any less of a Domme? Never, because i have the boobies to prove i and a strong woman who knows deep down she wants this, and deserves its. I know this girl is in it for the whole ride and strives to be my main focus.

So Jillian, when you wonder yourself in moment of doubt. Know sweet Dolli, that here in these words I have poured out my feelings and have given you the first key to unlock the first door to my maze.

Tongue By Lady Cera

Hard, wet probing

sliding up my thigh

oh, so teasingly slow

I quiver as I sigh

I arch my back hard

hoping to bring it in

two moist lips begging

to feel that original sin

Up a little higher now

I shiver and wriggle that way

breathlessly moaning out loud

mmmmm, please let it stay

Oh, yes yes yes

that's the spot, my love

no! don't move at all

I'll move on your tongue...