Mine by Lady Fallen

Distance hurts

Need to touch

To feel

Taste

Mark you as mine

Eyes seeing you

Through a screen

Dreams of reaching

Out

Fingers encircling your throat

Pressing gently

Then firmer

Making you gasp for air

Desire growing

To punish you

For making me

Want

My voice taunts

Teases

Your hand

Sliding up and down

Your cock hard

So hard

A naked body

Writhing on the bed

An arm outstretched

Gripping covers tightly

Fighting to control

Your moans drive me

I moisten my lips

Hungry for you

And take you further

Leading you

Making brief stops

Before pushing on

A whimper

Escapes

A breathless plea

Please Mistress

Who are you?

I ask

Your voice hoarse

Your slut

Your whore

Faster

I urge

Please Mistress

Your back arched

Your body glistens

Heat radiating

From you

To me

Please Mistress

May I

Please

Your words

Dragged from you

I pause briefly

Watching you

Touching the screen

And breathe

Now

My words float over

Eyes open

Your face contorts

You still briefly

A cry escapes

Your body releases

And shudders

You lay spent

Shaking

Emotional

Distance hurts

But your submission

Your gift

Make you mine

Hurt by Anonymous Domme

I knew you … I knew you for the longest time …. At least I thought I did.

In the end I didn’t know where the illusion ended and the real you began.

We were friends

Not best friends … but friends non the less

Bound by nationality and humour

Occasionally speaking … taunting … teasing

Then silence

I heard you had fallen in love

I heard that you had been hurt

I heard you were finding it hard to cope

You turned to your second life

It was easier than coping with your first

Your friends gathered around you

Supporting you

Keeping you from sinking

You started to recover

Immersing yourself in make believe

We played the story out

But you ran away

The edges between the real and imaginary

Blurred in your mind

I should have known then

But how could I?

I coaxed you back

Slowly

Into my space

Until one day I held out my hand

And you reached for it

You were mine

Domme and sub

Mistress and boy

Lover and friend

We were so happy

So happy

Until that moment

That heart stopping moment

That I realised you were not real

All you said all you did

Not real

And if it was how could I tell the difference

When I had found out your lies

Then what was truth?

You were indignant

Without trust there is nothing

You said

How can you not trust me?

You said

I loved you

I wanted to believe you

But you had let me get too close

Your mask was slipping

Reality was facing you

And that could not be allowed

Because I don’t think you even knew

What was black and what was white

You did what you had to do

You wiped me out of your life

Without missing a step

I was no longer part of your first

Or your second

I was nothing to you anymore ….

I knew you for the longest time

At least I thought I did

Las Vegas Confession by Russell

What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas, that is the popular slogan, but I will not agree with it anymore.

I travelled to Las Vegas on a business trip recently and instead of the usual stories about gambling, bright lights, beautiful people and wonderful shows, I walked away with a life experience that I won’t soon forget.

Monday evening and my work was completed, I walked along Freemont Street with some of my students doing the usual tourist stuff, watching the street performers, listening to the bands and drinking. Down the street I saw a woman dressed in a latex & leather cat suit with high heeled boots laced up to mid- thighs all topped off with dark sun glasses and a leather set of cat ears on her auburn hair.

Please don’t get me wrong; along with me she caught the attention of men, woman and children alike as she danced in front of the stage. She would dance around them drawing them into the stage area enticing them to dance, all ages she would eventually get them dancing. To myself I thought she was a performer paid by the venues to get crowd participation, I would later learn this was far from the truth.

As the evening wore on I found myself crossing paths with this auburn haired “Catwoman” as I wandered around. I was shocked when she walked up to me and asked for a drink of my beer which I had only just started to drink. I handed her the bottle and told her to enjoy but it would cost her a picture later when I had my camera equipment, she jokingly said no problem and wandered away as I watched her go.

The next evening it was pretty much the same thing as on Monday, doing my job, entertaining my students as we looked on at the Vegas nightlife. It was then that I saw “Catwoman” down the street, she was in between 2 very big men who seemed ready to beat each other senseless after a few minutes she had them laughing and finally they parted ways with no violence. I had an inspiration to do something I rarely do, I bought 2 beers and walked up to “Catwoman” and handed her one and told her that she did a good job at keeping the peace. Taking the beer she drank it as we walked around talking about the different people she seemed to have in-depth knowledge of. I will admit it was a pleasant experience to have the company of this lady and I was very happy to learn that she not only was beautiful, but also very intelligent, but she didn’t divulge too much about herself other than dressing up like “Catwoman” wasn’t her full time job. I looked down at my watch and realized it was 2 in the morning and I was due back in the classroom in a few hours, I said goodnight and headed back to my hotel.

Wednesday brought me a big surprise, as I walked out of my hotel I saw ‘Catwoman” motioning me over to her. She remarked that she enjoyed the company of the previous evening and asked if I wanted to hang out for the evening again. In my head I am running different scenarios, 1) she is setting me up to be robbed. 2) She is a hooker or escort and I am the gullible out of town dumbass ready to max out a credit card for something that I will never have. As this was running through my head she started talking saying that if I was to be with her tonight I needed to go and change out of my business casual into jeans and a t-shirt and leave my wallet and valuables in my room so we didn’t attract attention. A voice in my head said “RUN AWAY” but I was very curious about what was to happen. I asked Catwoman what she had in mind. Her reply was that she had a route she needed to go through and some of the streets weren’t the nicest, the type of streets that the tourist board likes to believe doesn’t exist. Asking her if we were doing anything illegal she just laughed and said that we were doing the complete opposite and to just shut up, change and lets get on the road.

A few minutes later we were walking along Freemont as we stopped often , she introduced me to a dozen people who were performing on the street. She introduced me to her friends and then chatted with each one for a short time before we wandered to the next spot. This process repeated itself many times, and after a bit I overheard enough to figure out what she was doing. Each of these people had a problem that Catwoman was helping them with, legal & Social Security Issues, obtaining ID’s, counseling them on the ordinances of vagrancy.

When I finally had her alone I asked what she was up to and she just smiled and said she was paying back a debt to someone special and then brushed me off as she walked away. At that time it was around 1 am in the morning and we came across a mid-age woman who was on the sidewalk crying, she was homeless, running away from an abusive husband and had just gotten to Las Vegas the day before. She had just been robbed of her back pack and all of her clothing and roughed up by the duo who did it. ‘Catwoman” reached into her boot and extracted a cell phone calling the police who showed up in short order taking a report and left. “Catwoman” pulled me off to the side and asked if I would be willing to let them come back to my room, which wasn’t too far so she could get the homeless woman cleaned up.

Looking into her eyes I could see that I had no choice but to say yes, and we went back to my hotel. Catwoman spent some time with the homeless woman getting her tended to and then she came back into my room sat down in a chair and sat down looking at me..She not only looked at me but I felt she was staring into my soul..it made me shiver. She asked in a very nice tone if I would mind if 2 woman slept on the second bed in my room for the night and she would have the lady out in the morning. I should of said no or at least gave it more thought but I said yes and I fell on my bed and went to sleep.

Waking up in the morning I saw them both sleeping and I got ready for my day and left the room. During the day I was tempted to go back to the room as I had left some expensive items lying on my dresser such as my camera but I just knew it was all safe.

When my day was finished I went back to my room, my valuables were still there and the room was in order, I then saw a note from Catwoman on my pillow that said thank you and that if I wanted to see her she would meet me at the end of Freemont street.

That night while not as eventful as the night before never the less left a lasting impression on my life. We went out for dinner and drinks and then I found out Catwoman was an attorney who spent time on the streets during her younger days and that someone special to her picked her up and mentored her into getting her law degree. She goes on the streets often doing her Pro Bono work for the homeless and that’s her way of paying back her debt.

I looked at this petite lady and I instantly could see the power she had, her power wasn’t flaunted but it was perceptible to me, She was able to walk down streets I feared to go, she was able to stop 2 men intent on killing each other, and in the next instant she was showing such a tender side as she hugged a child or posed for a picture with a elderly couple. This ‘Catwoman though only in my life for a few days will be in my thoughts for the rest of my life..that is the true power of a Lady

Blackmailed by Heather

The letters came two weeks apart. I laughed at the first one, set it on fire and never thought of it again. The second one was a little more serious. It had a whole 'I know what you did last summer' feeling to it, except this one had nothing to do with what I did last summer. "I know all about you. I can out you. You don't seem the type who'd want that. Expect another letter." My eyebrows raised a little when I noticed the fine print on the bottom. "Oh, and this time, try not to set anything on fire."

The urge to laugh was long gone, someone wanted to out me, though I had no idea what that outing exactly meant. I came out of the closet a long time ago and I couldn't think of anything else I wouldn't want the whole world to know. I glanced at the paper again and wondered how this person knew I set the first letter on fire when it hit me. I was being watched.

I ran to the windows and closed every curtain in the house. I felt sick. I was trying to think who could do this. The old ouple on the other side of the street didn't seem like the type to do this. I didn't want to take a peek through the window in case some black car would be parked along the curbe with two men in dark suits and sunglasses and perhaps a gun in their tight jackets.

My heart was pounding faster and faster and I didn't think I would get any sleep, but when I went to lay down I must have fallen asleep in an instant, as I woke up several hours later feeling fully rested. When I got dressed and walked downstairs I got goosebumps. There was a letter on the table, addressed to me. Someone had been in my house, when I was sound asleep.

My hands trembled as I opened the envelop. "You're almost cute when you're asleep. You can go back upstairs, change your outfit, I put one aside in your bathroom, I'm suprised you haven't seen it yet. You will drive to the hotel, this isn't such a big town, you'll know which one to go to. Go to the reception, there is a reservation on the name Robyn DeCradle. You will go to the room, it's on the 7th floor, you will find a blindfold on the bed, obviously you're going to wear it and you're going to sit on the bed and wait for me to come in."

I choked. I looked for a fine print on the bottom of the letter but found none. I was flabbergasted to say the least. I was in turmoil on what to do. Should I go? What would happen if I didn't. I had work to do. Who was this person anyway?!

I walked back up the stairs, it wouldn't hurt to see what this person had picked out for me, even though I was freaking out that someone had been in my house. On the bathroom, neatly stacked next to towels lay a skirt, a blouse and a pair of boots. No underwear, no bra. I slipped out of my clothing, to afraid of what would happen if I didn't show up. This person had watch me sleep, perhaps next time they'd watch a knife slit my throat.

Once dressed, I got in my car and drove to the hotel. I was weak on my feet, trembling, scared to death when I was asked the clerk for the key and even more shocked when he smirked at me and handed me the keycard. "Enjoy your stay!"

As I stepped into the elevator my heart was pounding, I tucked my blouse deeper into my skirt and when I heard the ding of the elevator I nearly had a heartattack.

I slowly walked to the room, praying that the keycard wouldn't work, but the door popped open within a second. As I closed the door, I leaned against and took a few deep breaths. Should I keep my phone with me, should I call the police? I glanced over at the bed and saw the blindfold.

A strange sensation shot through my body and I cursed myself for getting aroused. I couldn't find a suitable place for my phone, so I just stuffed it under the bed, hoping I could reach it in time in case some maniac came through that door.

I slipped the blindfold over my head as I sat down on the bed and waited, waited and waited. What seemed like hours probably only took a few minutes. I could hear the soft beep of the door, as it unlocked, opened, and fell in it's lock again. I wanted to rip the blindfold of my head, but was too scared to move. I heard heels. A woman? The clicking stopped a few inches from me and a finger traced down my collarbone as I heard a soft voice speak, "Hello slut."

That voice. Where had I heard that before?

To be continued..

Why I Came To You by Rebelpoet

I came to you to be abused.

I wanted to be raped and humiliated.

I expected brutality and disdain

I wanted to be hit over and over again.

To be called unthinkable names.

I wanted to be ashamed.

I needed you to validate my negative worth.

I needed you to confirm my misogynistic beliefs.

I came before you and you had me strip and then lie

Down naked in front of you. Finally, I thought, she will

Make fun of my body, she will hit me, she will hurt me.

I have nothing to offer I thought. I was in this for me.

But you refused. Instead you treasured my body.

Embraced me and called me "beautiful" in your eyes.

Drew me to you, held me in your arms, kissed me.

Left me confused and vulnerable. Where I sought hate,

I got love. By giving me love, you showed me I had value.

And I am discovering that by being given love,

I have something to offer.

So I give to you my body.

I give to you my love. I give to you my submission.

I give what is most valuable, what is most precious,

I give to you me.

Interlude by Lady Jami

Interlude

by Jami Titanium

I remember when our eyes met in the dimly lit bar. I was sipping a margarita that was too heavy on the tequilla. I'm sure the bartender thought he was doing me a favor by loading the drink up on alcohol but it just made the drink bitter and I was inclined to wrinkle my nose each time I swallowed, licking the salt from the edge of the glass to try to cut away the bite of the acid.

I could tell he was lost. Maybe not literally but certainly figuratively. You don't come into a seedy bar after five and just before dinner dressed to the nines and tugging on your tie with a five o'clock shadow like that unless your day's been shit or you have nothing to go home to. I looked at his hand where the white ring of untanned skin gave him away and nearly snorted into my drink. Oh yeah... he was a man lost.

There was an urgent cool about him. He was looking for something as he sat down at the bar and I wondered briefly if he was like the other afterhour suits and just here to flirt and buy a lady a drink. It's almost a matter concerning causality... they claim stress or need or the wife isn't giving it to them. They are too cheap to get a hooker or too scared of disease, so they come to the bar somehow thinking they will get a cheaper and safer thrill. They don't really want to get laid... they just want to know they still can. They are seeking out their youth.

I sighed into my drink and remembered so many years ago an evening in my youth. I'd been out "cruising" the strip. My best friend had convinced her father to let her borrow her his red convertible and we had the top down. We'd been at a stop light when I saw them kissing on the street corner... my father and the bombshell blonde with the red, red lips who was not my mother.

We'd followed him for blocks before he finally saw us. That night he came to my bedroom and made me swear not to tell my mother. I never did. But I never forgave him either.

I turned my attention back to the man at the bar. He was handsome really and I smiled... forcefully. I could tell he was surprised as he looked away and I slid off the bar stool and moved over to him, laughing as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "This one's not taken." I said. He shook his head and I motioned to the bartender. "I"ll have another margaritta... this time don't add the extra tequilla."

I reached into the glass with the my thumb and index finger and gently removed the lime wedge from between two cubes of ice and licked the fruit and nibbled at the corner of the pith. The man looked at me and I smiled again. "Thanks for the drink," I said.

He looked at me a little dumbounded and said simply, "Sure, anytime..."

I set the lime wedge on a napkin and licked off my fingers. I have long fingers with delicately curved nails. He watched and I saw him lick his lips and I knew I had him.

"I'm Edward," he said.

He was in his late forties, maybe early fifties. A beautiful man, really, with grey at the temples and a square jaw and enough beard shadow to be rugged without looking unkept. I smiled. "Hello, Edward."

He blinked. "Do you have name?" he said.

The bartender returned with my second drink and set it down in front of me. "Pick up your drink" I said. He did so and I lifted mine and we clinked classes and I saw him shift in his seat before he took a deep swallow of the whiskey he was drinking, throwing it back like it was a life preserver. And maybe is was for a man like him, with so much to lose. He set his glass back down and I did the same and then I motioned with a finger for him to lean in so I could whisper in his ear. He leaned forward. I think he actually expected me to say my name.

I licked the outer edge of his ear, tasting the salt on his skin like it was the rim of my glass and he shuddered. The lights flickered and the bartender winked over at him, a conspiratorial smile. I looked the bartender in the eye and shook my head. He looked away.

"Miss?" Edward said.

"Yes?" I said.

"Your name?"

"Miss will do." I said.

I nipped his earlobe then and he shuddered again. "Yes, Miss..." he said quietly.

I took his hand and turned his palm over and began tracing the lifeline there. It was long and unbroken. He curled his fingers inward and his palm crinkled reflexively. "Penny for your thoughts?" he said.

I nodded and leaned over and looked more closely at the lines. I wasn't a palm reader but I new a little about reflexology. I pinched the the skin between his thumb and forefinger and saw him crinkle his brow. "I think you have a headache." I said.

He nodded this time. "What do you do? Are you a masseause?" He said.

I laughed and took another sip of my drink. "Tonight I am your date." I stood and took his hand and led him to the center of the floor. There was no dance floor, just a clear space where customers were vying for room to get to the bar and he looked embarassed when I put his hands on my waist and swayed my hips in time to the beat of the jazz music that was playing over the radio. But soon he was moving too and then he smiled. "Miss?" he said.

"Yes?"

He leaned forward and for a moment I thought he might try to kiss me, then he ducked his head and looked ashamed. I smiled and lifted his arm and twirled under it as the music moved us. When the song stopped I dropped his hands and got my coat from the hook beside the door. He came up behind me and lifted it over my shoulders.

"Miss?" he said.

"Yes?"

"Will I see you again?"

"No," I said. I kissed his jaw, touched the white line on his left ring finger as he tried to hide it behind his back, and I walked out the door.

All In A Day's Work by Anonymous Domme

All in a days work

It was a sunny fall day, golden sun light streaming through the trees.

I was home alone and feeling muzzy headed.

Hubby was off to work and I was drooping around the house listless.

There was a ring at the door, I peeked out and saw Tara, the young girl we had hired to clean.

She came once a week to help spruce the place up.

She was planning to go back to college in the spring, and needed the extra money.

I let her in, walked around the house pointing out what needed to be done.

Told her I’d be in the garden.

I walked out back, gathered various implements and knelt by the flower bed.

I had been poking the soil to uproot some Geranium’s to winter over when my cell phone rang.

It was hubby checking on my day.

I told him what I was up to and that Tara was cleaning.

He said good and…was she wearing something skimpy as usual.

I said “What…skimpy…I don’t know, why do you ask?”

He said, haven’t you noticed…she always wears something tight or thin to clean.

I told him I hadn’t noticed, I guess the work makes her hot.

He laughed and said “I’m sure you’re right, though I think she’s hot when she arrives”

“Watch yourself dear, I’m not sure she’s only interested in cleaning our house”

I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about.

He laughed and said not to worry, she was not aggressive…I’d be all right.

We rang off and I continued working…letting my mind drift.

It drifted to Tara…and…I felt something tickling my neck.

I turned, and there she was…cleaning the windows inside.

Stretching up high to reach the top of the tall windows, her breasts pressed up against the lower glass.

All the while, watching me through the glass panes.

I stared back at her.

I felt…hypnotized….I couldn’t look away.

She continued to stare back at me, slowly rubbing on and against the glass.

Pressing her…now I noticed…scanty blouse against the window.

The blouse was white, the window cleaner had wet it…her nipples shadowed thru the material.

No bra obscured them from view.

And…she continued to gaze at me thru the glass…a dreamy look in her eyes.

Much like I’m sure my own had.

I found myself dropping the tools, stripping the gloves from my hands and pushing up from my knees.

I walked slowly toward the house, my eyes on Tara by the windows.

Through the back door and left to the window area.

She still stood there…one arm raised with the cleaning rag in her hand, her eyes on mine.

I walked over to her, she lowered her hand...looked down at the floor and stood very still.

I felt as if I were in a dream, all about us was hazy…there was just the two of us…sharing breath in the warm autumnal light through the glass.

I have never been one to believe in psychic phenomena, but…at that moment I felt I could see into her soul.

I knew her desires, I knew her needs…I knew what she wanted…and needed.

Without words, I reached out and took the cleaning materials from her…set them aside.

I took her hand, turned and led her behind me down the hall.

I did not look back…I knew she would follow.

I opened the door to the downstairs bedroom and led her to the large four poster there.

I turned to her…and whispered to her…”There, lay there”…as I pointed to the bed.

She looked at me…she looked at the bed…and back at me as she heeled off her work shoes.

She crawled up on to the bed…rolled over and lay on her back in the middle looking up at the ceiling.

I turned to a dresser near by, opened a drawer and pulled out three pairs of panty hose.

As I walked back to the bed, I could hear her breathing grow quicker.

I sat gently on the side of the bed, took her hand and wrapped the wrist with the end of one panty hose, and tied it.

I reached over her and threaded the hose through the spindles there and over to the other side of the bed.

I stood and walked around the bed, took the other end of the hose and pulled until her tied hand was raised to the head of the bed.

I then took her other hand, put it up by the other side, at the top of the bed and tied it firmly with that end of the hose.

Her breathing was hoarser now, but she continued to lay still and stare at the ceiling.

I proceeded to use the other two panty hose to pull her legs to the sides and bind them to the bed posts there.

I then leaned over and kissed her softly on the nose, whispered…”Relax, I’ll be back”

As if in a dream I drifted to the dresser…and pulled a fluffy feather from an old boa.

Then to the kitchen, where I plucked a few instruments from drawers.

Lastly to the bath and a variety of…personal items.

Back to the bed, I lay my findings next to her one by one, ands she watched each one with wide eyes.

Sitting next to her, button at a time I opened her thin blouse as I said “I hope you don’t have other plans for the day Tara, you’ll need to work some…over time… here I’m afraid”

The end……