Wasted by Anonymous Domme

Many mistakes we commit through the course of our existence;
Hearts broken, lives lost, virtues compromised,
From tiny errors in judgment to great chasms of regret.
We tend to cling to them, excuses becoming blankets
Keeping us comfortable and warm in the chill of despondency.
Owning our mistakes, looking them straight in their cold, hard visage
Is too wide a leap to bear for so many of us.
We seem to prefer the toastiness of our obliviousness
Which is at least familiar albeit a waste of our precious lives,
Like sands running through the hourglass – bit by bit it fills,
Counting moments, the breaths of time.

Rye's Confession

My First Time Collared

It was maybe 10 years ago.  I was visiting a dear friend that I have known for years and loved.  We had been lovers for sometime but I never knew she had Domme interests or desires.

We had some wine.  I was at her house.  We were on the sofa kissing and fondling a little bit when she said "stay right there, I will be back."

She came back in the room dressed in a black tight dress, very short...simply that was tempting enough.  Then she said, "not one word from you....I am going to do something I have always wanted to do."

I was still lying on the couch...she came over and put a leather collar around my neck that she had been hiding behind her back.  I was both surprised and very curious what she had in mind.  The leather was thick and a bit rough.  It had a metal hook in the front that closed it.  When she put it on she said "I want you to do anything I ask."  I nodded and felt myself getting very aroused.

She noticed and reached down slapping my cock through my jeans...it hurt.  She said "I will tell you when to do that boy."  I was dumbfounded.  She had never been like that at all to me and I was so turned on by the strength.  I tried to relax and get un-hard.  I was not working.  She slapped me again....saying "down!"

All that did was make it worse.  She gave me another glass of wine and said to chug it....I did

She told me to get up and kneel.  I was amazed, throbbing and hardly knew what to do.

She said, "it seems like you can't control that thing can you boy?"  There was no way I could help from being hard.  I said "no, I can't" and she said we'll see.

I was so surprised by all of this...I had known her for quite a few years.  I had no idea where this was coming from but she seemed to really know what she was doing.

She told me to stand and undress.  I did....my cock was very hard.  She said "kneel again and jerk that silly thing for me."  My heart skipped ten beats....I had to remember to breath.  I had never done that in front of a woman before....I was so embarrassed and yet so aroused I could hardly think.

I licked my hand and started...she watched and smiled.  It was incredible.  She kept watching and after a while when I was starting to feel terribly terribly good she said "stop, boy.  Come here"

We went to her bedroom.  She told me to lie on the bed and start again with my legs apart.  She knew how much I love a woman's scent and she stood over me on the bed.  I noticed she was not wearing panties.  I was almost crazy with need.  She squatted down and put her pussy close to me and said "do it again, faster this time."

You have no idea how mad I was with need....I stroked hard and fast..imagining I was deep inside of her.  I thought she was going to let me cum that way....but as I started to get close again she said "stop"

I was aching.

Then she really surprised me and took her vibrator out of her night stand.  I knew it was there and had used it on her before.  She put KY on it and smiled.  "do you want another glass of wine, you might need it" she said.

I said no.  She told me to open my legs and she slowly worked it into me....GOD, I thought....I was totally mad with heat...

I had done that by myself before but never with someone else....she pushed it in very far and worked it in and out...then she said..."you are still hard, boy, jerk again"

I became lost in the feelings as  my hand moved on my aching cock.  She kept moving the vibrator in and out and I literally became lost in the moment.  Lifting my hips up off the bed a little I stared in her eyes....I still could not believe this was happening.

She said "faster...do it" I did.

I could not help my moaning....it was so incredibly intense.  As I started to get close she just kept pumping the vibe in me and said "don't stop, but don't cum"

I got closer and closer and closer....right on the edge.....I begged please....she said "do not stop...but do not cum"

She reached down and pinched a nipple and I could not help it...I came perhaps the hardest I have ever cum...I spurted everywhere.

She grinned at me and said "now boy, you are mine."

It was that very night that I realized that I have very deep submissive needs.....it was for me completely amazing and we have been dearest of friends every since.

Dreams Of The Past Part 2 by Lady Siofra

Part2 ___________________________________________________

The quiet moment was soon broken as the door opened. Her head jerked to look and soon found the face of another girl. This girl looked simply human and looked upon the still confused pointed eared woman.

"Good morning m'Lady Sierra... " It was as those word were they kept to an over filled closet. At once the previous memories crashed up on her. She stumbled and the maid rushed over to catch her.  the warm skin jolted her with a familiar feeling, and a name.

"Thank you Keela.." she said softly as she was steadied. She could see the worry in the girl's eyes and could feel a warmth in her soul. She gently caressed her head. the girl was shorter than her. Her hair was a lovely auburn, and cheek rosy with health with a touch of freckles. Those eyes that gazed up to her were as the early morning blue skies.  "I'm well now. " Sierra remembered to say.

She could see Keela relax and move swiftly to a closet to bring her clothing. The outfit was lavish, and dated, there was a feel of perhaps the Renaissance and a touch of fantasy.  The girl moved with grace, gentleness, and speed. Even the tugging of the corset felt barely noticeable. She turned to look in the mirror as she flowed like water to the slow and her shoulders were bare, but sleeves were attached to the chemise of silver. the gown and corset were dark indigo which the color only show in light danced upon the fabric. It was a slim fit that moved comfortably.

She nodded to her maid "good work girl, have they been waiting long?" She looked back to the girl and another pang was felt in her heart, as if it knew something she didn't.

The girl lowered her head slightly " not long M'Lady, as you bade me to awaken you when they arrived." She then lifted her eyes with respect to let Sierra know she was attentive. There was something else the girl wanted to say, but it disappeared quickly, as if her duty overrode what she wished to convey. "Shall I announce you M'lady and prepare the tea?"

As much as Sierra wished to ask, something told her to wait. "Do so Keela, and remember no mistakes, I picked you because I know your skills."

Keela dipped into a curtsy "yes M'lady, and right away" she awaited the dismissal before slipping out the door.

--------to be continuesed----

My Only Owner by Anonymous

I must admit that my first days at the Dominion last December were very exciting: i was entering in the world of my dreams and found myself staring (or rather, perving) mesmerized at the sight of the beautiful and elegant ladies that exude confidence and glamor, but also kindness and generosity to the guys like myself, who are starting and want to learn about the femdom principles. I spent some evenings reading their conversations (public conversations in open chat, that is), listening at them talking, reading some notes about the rules and guidelines of proper service and sub etiquette. I talked very little, hesitantly in public, concerned about making mistakes or perhaps offending any of the ladies with my ignorance of what a sub must or must not do. But I´m not stupid and i knew if i put proper effort i could achieve many things, so i was decided to learn as much as i could in order to get ready for the day when i was going to be owned and could put my brain, my heart and my muscles at the service of my goddess. Coz that was my final goal and purpose: to find my queen and to put myself at her service. I know that sounds presumptuous, but that was what i was hoping for, and dreaming of.

And before i was ready, She appeared. She summoned me to her feet and started asking me questions, and then She began talking about Her likes and dislikes, and soon we were engaged in a broad conversation about almost everything ; we chatted at length for a few days about many things, from music to work, food, sex, domination, travels and cultures, and even some politics, She dropping witty and funny comments at every topic, fascinating me, and soon i started missing hours of sleep and skipping RL dates or cutting them short to be able to talk to Her, to be with Her. I rewrote my profile at Her suggestion and grew hopeful she would consider me as Her sub, boy, slave, servant, butler, warrior, bodyguard or even punching bag if She ever needed one.

We arranged for voice calls, which i admit i was reluctant first, and She started asking and commanding me to do things that i wasn´t ready for, but She managed to push, soft and charmingly till all my defenses, bridges and shields were dropped, and i abandoned myself at Her feet in a way i never thought a man could relinquish his will. I was at Her mercy and i felt so much at peace with myself and the world, and begged Her, and soon i felt Her hands locking softly a collar around my neck, with Her name engraved, like the one that was being built around my heart, and i felt pride and liberation like i had never experienced before, and I'm not ashamed to admit it was the most beautiful feeling in my life.

My existence started to gyrate around Her, Her likes, Her wishes, Her dreams, Her mood swings, Her pleasure, Her laughing, Her songs, Her timetable, Her pets, Her meals...  we shared our lives, our tastes, our confidences, i spent hours at Her feet, massaging Her legs, worshiping Her calves, adoring Her hips, softly licking Her inner thighs and up, massaging Her labia with my tongue, rubbing Her divine clit with the tip of my manhood, rock hard, making sure i was not to cum and reminded to concentrate all my efforts, my thoughts and my feverish passion at the service of Her pleasure. I fed on Her moaning, Her giggling, Her breathing... my cock about to explode, my heart beating furiously, raging as She came in an orgasm, and with each one, with each call, with each meeting, falling on my knees before Her, after She was pleased, adoring Her and feeling Her ruling soft hand running thru my hair, Her warm voice complimenting me... and i felt so horny but also so special, so gifted... so happy.

As a matter of fact i could barely believe my dreams had come true and i wondered if i possibly deserved that much happiness, specially when i heard other fellow subs that hadn´t been too successful in finding owner for some time. But then i was quick to forget it and put my fears aside when i was with Her, and She summoned me on my four,  resting Her divine butt on my back, and i felt i had always belonged there without knowing it, and this was the way things should and would always be.

One evening that i admittedly was late, things had changed at Her place. The portraits i built with Her image engraved were not there anymore. I run around and found my own pics had been removed, and my heart sank deep. I knew something BIG had changed, and waited for hours, anxiously. She didn´t show up that evening. I sent Her two IMs. But i didn´t want to sound overly preoccupied or annoying. I knew my Goddess had other interests and i didn´t want to bother Her or to sound too needy. Tho i did need Her. Badly. The day after when i anxiously logged in, She had replied my IMs with a brief note, telling me to hold tight. Now i was scared, very. She didn´t log for the next two long days and i admit i spent them obsessively perving at every profile and stalking anyone landing close to Her home and at the neighboring sims. And yes, checking Her profile every few minutes, or rather, every few seconds.

The third evening when i logged i found Her at home and with my heart pounding furiously, but trying to keep my cool, i asked Her what had happened. She dropped the news, that i had somehow feared. You may know the drill, so i will spare you details: She had different plans, and there was no room for me in them, and She was sorry for me... My world crumbled around me, i could barely react, i felt numb and foggy and silent,  i wouldn't allow myself to bug Her, or plead, or pour any drama or grief on Her. She was my Goddess, i was Her servant, not the other way around. If She wanted me out, i had no say and no option but to leave Her alone, if She so wished. So i left and spent the rest of the evening sat in some empty sim without really knowing what else was about to happen, clueless as i had never been before. A battered dog, they say, and that´s how i felt, without purpose and hurting for every pore. Cliché as it may sound, i felt like a blade piercing my chest.

It took me a few days to compose myself. When i got convinced She would not contact me anymore and She would not take me back, i gathered the strength to remove Her collar around my neck. Went around exploring, dancing and shopping and after a while I returned to Dominion. Here i had a few meaningful conversations with some beautiful, kind souls, both Ladies and fellow subs, got encouraging words and tons of support, which i really appreciate, you know i do, and i decided it was time to move on, to force myself overcome grief and get ready again in this universal quest for happiness and love. With a heavy heart, as they say, and now i know what they mean by that.

I failed. It´s a month now and I´m stuck in the same place. I can´t stop thinking of Her. I can´t look for anyone else than Her. I go to the same places where we used to dance, to shop and to play. I crave for Her voice and Her giggling and long for the time spent with Her, like if it was a dream and i suddenly woke up. I know those times are not to come back, i realize i lost Her and the pain keeps coming back. I don´t even fully understand the reason, but the consequences are clear and Her absence its unbearable to me, as it is the thought that all was just a mirage, smoke. But i must be true to myself and admit that i haven't stopped loving Her, and maybe i never will completely. I still drag Her long invisible leash and i´m not even sure i want to get rid of it. I guess that makes me pretty ineligible for service, at least for now, since I´m useless for anyone but Her, even if She doesn´t want me anymore. This is the bare truth, and I can´t keep fooling myself or others any longer.

I want to thank you all and everyone for your patience and kindness and say farewell in the hope one day i will be healed and can return to this great place.

Love

Mistress by Lady Slacker

"Hello Mistress"

I get goosebumps every time I hear that. roll off my boy's tongue.
"Hi, my boy" I reply. I am rewarded with a big smile and tight hug around my waist. I love the feel of his skin and heat against my clothed body. I stroke his hair and smile down at my boy.

"Have you been a good boy today?", I ask.

"Yes Mistress", he replied

"Good", I smile down at him

He doesn't want to let go of my waist. I stay a few minutes longer enjoying his warmth before saying, "Enough my boy."
He reluctantly lets me go. I can see the sadness as he bows his head and looks to the floor. I place a finger under his chain and raise his head making him look me in the eye "Baby boy, I am not going anywhere."

A smile creeps across his face. He takes my hand and gently kisses it. I smile at my boy proudly.

I bend down and whisper in his ear, "You are mine and no one else can have you!"

He nods his head, smiles brightly and says, "Yes Mistress"

Confession by Tiven

Please hid my story, for it is the story of an innocent man falsely charged, and unjustly convicted.
It was one dark and cold february night, when i decided to visit my  favorite SL sim: The Dominion. I landed with my spirits high, eager to bow at the Mistresses and to salute my sub colleagues when, out of the nothing, Miss Eva, one of the major authorities in The Dominion, arrested me. There was no, accusation, no rights reading, no explanation. I was forced to remove my robes and was put in a prison cell which i shared with three of my colleagues. It was freezing, i was shivering and my toes and fingers were turning blue. Suddenly, after being threatened and verbally abused, i was led to a mattress and forced to kneel infront of the Judge, whom, guess what!, was Miss Eva, the same person who arrested me was judging me! The trial started, and i was assigned a lawyer, Madi they call her. I cant prove it, but i'm convinced she had been payed to sabotage my cause. The trial was a farse, i was convicted because of my accent didn't sound spanish, and i was forced to dress up as a beaver put on maracas and was shot out to the sky in a rocket.

And here comes my confession: i enjoyed every single moment of that dark and cold february night.

Beast by Scarlet

Everything has its beast
and I am but a pawn
in this evil game from which I spawned
The king towers above My space
but I am the one who controls his fate
I look into his dark eyes
and I cry "Let Me break these chains"
The buzzing of the menacing flies
Keeps My voice unheard
and I must drag this weight with Me
and do My best, to set free
the essence of My being
Life cannot be perfect
for anyone
Everything has its beast
there are only tales of certain peace
Fables, broken by My fears
My mind may hold many terrors
but I an a tower of many tiers
I posse beautiful gifts from kindness, care, and love
Nothing can hold Me back from setting free that dove
My white bird will not be deceased
I can smile in this captive state
For I know
Everything has its beast
And there is no hope in pitying yourself
The chains will only pull you back
In any direction that we take
The atrocities of life are our only stake
I will keep upon My path
Through this shattered glass
Life bleeds happiness in unknown places
Its finding through a hall of discriminating faces
with the boulder attached to your ankle
with the anchor holding you in place
and with only yourself to guide
that makes the tears that are cried
A beautiful sadness
A present absence
Being afraid of everything
Is being fearfull of nothing