My First Confession by Hank

I confess that it is the first time.
the first time that I write about her, after it's over. it's very difficult to talk about that.
I'm not talking about a relationship, but a revelation.
I met this woman at a munch. she was there with some girlfriends, I was alone at the counter. she called me, she told me they were thirsty, they wanted beer.
so we started talking. they were very nice, nonchalant. during the conversation they told me one of them was looking a slave. for a 24/7.
in practice, it becomes a kind of specimen. they made me specific questions. They said that I passed the interview. the next day i was by her.
A week later, I moved to her home.
I could stand here and list Her tastes and fantasies, but it would be an understatement.
She has changed my way of thinking, of looking at the world.and changed me forever.
It started with a new vision of pleasure.
like maybe some of you know, I've always had a completely natural approach to the pleasure of male orgasm, sexual and immediate goal. which followed the loss of desire and the end of sexual activity.
She explained me that when pleasure is granted, it becomes routine repeats. loses the pleasure of desire and expectation components and becomes a task or duty.
She told me once that I would have learned to obey.
I had to lose control of the pleasure. to achieve a balance between my strong instincts.
with her the satisfaction of desire, the pursuit of pleasure was a gift, she gave me as a special prize, after a significant proof of submission. every day I had to show her submission. different ways in which he chose. were sometimes painful, sometimes humiliating, embarrassing at times, frustrating at times. svolgevo all the houseworks, she had sex with some friends with benefits. not me. i was her servant.
She became not only my boss, but the goddess who dispensed, handled and decided my pleasure.
I was in a constant state of excitement and frustration.
I was always unsatisfied, craved his touch.
She had the power to control my own pleasure and, in short, She had the power to control me.
She was my guide. As was the goddess Minerva who leads ulysses.
and explained to me that men have always been more sensitive perception of women as a divine being, endowed with greater intelligence and sensitivity.
The poets have always had a muse. knights, a queen.
I perceived to be subjected to a goddess.

Confession by Ashpan

I  would  like  to  tell  you  little  story  about  a  mistake  that  I  have  made  with  in the  last  48 hours, One  that  I  am  deeply  sorry  about   and  I  wish  to  apologize  to  my Mistress for  my  Mistake.

a few  days  ago  I  said  to  my  Mistress  that  I  was  getting  her  a  gift, and  My  Mistress  seemed  to  be  pleased  and  happy  that  I  wanted  to  get  this  gift  for  her.

the  gift  was  a  cock cage.

so  here  is  my  confession, The  cock  cage  arrived  about  10:00am  yesterday  morning and  i  looked  over the  device since  it  was  the  first  time  that  I  had  actually  seen  a  real  one, My  mistake  was  that  instead  of  waiting  of  my  Mistress  to  present the  cage. I  tried  to  put  on  the  cage.

I  could  not  get the  cage  on because every time  I tried  to  put  it  on  my  cock  became erect and  thus  would  not  fit  in to the  steel cage.

My Mistress  was not  happy  at  all  when  I  replied  yes Mistress to  her  question " had I tried it  on" and  didn't  want  anything  to  do  with the  cage or my  cock, and  instructed the completion  this  confession  to  me,

I  wish  to  apologize  to  my Mistress , whom  I  love  and  adore, to  my Mistress who I am  devoted to.


Mistress  I  am  very  sorry  for  my  Mistake  and  I  beg  your  forgiveness. I  have  been  selfish and  I  am  deeply ashamed  at  myself.

I  love and  worship  you  in every way, and  I  want  to  try  and  make  up  for my impatience.

PLEASE FORGIVE ME

Confession by Valser

The story that i’m about to tell is true and it’s dated back in the Summer of 2007 when I was 28 years old .
An old adage says that Sometimes in your life happens  exactly what you expect  to happen and At that time  I really was about to realize how this sentence could be true .
Femdom has always been on my mind , since I was very young , since I was an high school student I have always wished to be the slave of a particular kind of Woman : intelligent , classy , for some aspects sophisticated  for other simple and easy go , but during those years the chances to take to reality what I really wanted were so few;  so I have basically lived it discontinuously in time .

This is one of the reasons why I decided to join in an Italian site of Femdom  that unfortunally  does not exist anymore today .  So I started hangin around there , and it’s superfluous and needless telling that the first impact with the Ladies of site in the chatroom section was simply disastrous because of some bad mistakes I still commit sometimes .

Diana was the founding member of the site , She was the Boss there , always kind polite sometimes Tough but always respectful with everybody , I never talked to her so much because our loggin times were rarely matching , until  when  after two months in a boring and hot summer evening I decided to log in  …. the room was almost empty and suddenly  after few minutes  She logged in too .
We started chatting because she wanted to know who was that criminal who has been annoying the Ladies  in the last months . But very soon our conversation became playfully and funny and really pleasant , we stayed there chatting for hours and hours  until the late hours ,  and the more She wrote to me The more I was understanding I was talking to someone special  .
Another ancient latin adage states “ memento audere semper”  which translated into English means  : remember to dare everytime , don’t know  if it’s really true but that time I surely did so I asked her “ Miss , I really would like to hear your voice “ , those were not chatrooms streaming audio , and  we neither have something like skype or messenger so She simply  answered “ give me your phone number  “ I did it and she telephoned me after few seconds ….. It was surprising …… I answred and said “ hi Miss “  …….and she said ….. “ hi boy, so how ya doin’ ? “  I stopped for some seconds …… and I said “ Diana …….” And I laughed  …… and she laughed too …. So I went on saying  “ Diana …..your accent …. You’re not Italian right ?? “ and she said laughing  “ yes you’re right boy  I’m not Italian , I’m American  but I live in north Italy since 20 years “ . I really didn’t realize she was foreigner because she was able to write in perfect Italian .
 Well , I don’t want to pull out my tell any longer about the days that followed , we simply stayed chatting hours and talking to phone hours  and  we have understood that we were having fun together , and since  it was summer , and since we were both on vacation  she invited me for some days in north Italy .
I felt lucky , privileged and I accepted the invitation . I still remember the sms she sent on  my phone when I was leaving my city “ Have a good journey towards the new and mysterious world “ .
I went there by my car …. I went through ¾ of Italy because she lived near Austria on the border line .
When I was driving she called me a lot of times , when I was  halfway  another sms got to my phone “ the cage is ready “ …… I was like ……fuck …. An  I confess that a shake of fear went through my body and after all my intention was to stay in an Hotel near by her house  …but hell I said ….i don’t give a damn , I go there ….
After 8 hours of driving I arrived in her city and I was not tired at all …. I was exicited , and the adrenaline was high ….I was dressing a suit because I wanted to have a good impression on Her . She phoned me again an said , “ you have to wait boy , cause I’m busy at the moment “ so in that hour of suspence I took a hike in the city .
Then She arrived , phoned me again asking me “ where are you ? “
And I said “ I’m here Miss  ….but I don’t see you ….” I confess that I have thought She was fucking with me but then suddenly She appeared  ….
She came towards me smiling , ( typical American I thought , americans always smile , she had a very good smile though ) she was 45 and good looking  she kissed me and hugged me and said “ you did it boy”  and I said “ did you have any doubt Miss ? “  she laughed   …..Well , my tension vanished ,She was intelligent and the first thing she did was to be easy  to make me feel at ease and comfortable .
She was very nice , I still remember that it was impressive the way She looked like the American actress  Jamie lee Curtis  and  I told her … “ everybody says that “ she said smiling.
We had a nice dinner in a nice and no crowded restaurant , we got there by her car  because she said so , ,and I remember I wanted to drive her car but she answered that I could take a rest because it would have been the only resting  I’d have gotten for the next days  to come .
Well after that we took a walk ….suddenly she stopped and put an hand in my hair letting her hand sliding on my face …. So at that point  I had the very bad idea to approach her  touching her neck sliding my finger under her chin  but when I did that  while she was smiling and staring at me with a low and always kind voice whispered to me “ what the fuck you’re doing ? “ …… I got iced …didn’t know what to do ….so I stopped …. But she laughed at me .
After that we went to her house , and when we got inside  she asked me if I was ready to sleep in the place that she had set up for me during my stay there . It was the basement  , and you will not believe me but there was a cage there …. But there was a bed upstairs for me   .  She obviously wanted to impress me , and she did .
All in all what I can say it’s that my 7 days there  have been a  really pleasant  experience and  it was not only BDSM and FEMDOM , but also nice trips in the Area and abroad , I remember we went in Slovenia too in the capital Lubijana  , and it was there while we were sitting in  club that she confessed me how important was for her to have a slave , I was really impressed by those words and I stayed there  admiring the light and sparks in her eyes because she was convinced and very  determined , I Think that  was the first time I have understood  this is not a game , a Lot of Women take it really seriously and Diana was one of them .
There are a lot of episodes I would like to talk about , for example  that time that we stayed at home in the  evening … I was sitting at her feet when suddenly she stood up and told me to follow her , she was walking to bare feet but ordered to me to take her shoes that were on the floor next to the crouch  and follow her : I really focused my attention on that act , She got my number , and it was evident very soon  that it was the first real act to put me under pressure and starting a delicate mind  fucking that would have become more and more pressing in the days and in the future to come . I felt submitted because she didn’t asked me she ordered me . Then we got in a bedroom , she made me see her toys ,  she showed me a collar and I let her putting it around my neck  , she put an hand on my head pushing me on the floor , I tried to resist to prove her reaction , and the result was a strong slap directly in my face . She was no delicate anymore , now she had her toy at her feet under her control  , in that moment I felt I was not free , but I liked it . She showed her strength her power on me , and she literally pulled me by collar for 3 or 4 meters in front of a mirror . My head was down staring at floor but she wanted me to my self on the mirror “ Look “ she said .  Then kicked my back , tapping by her foot , “ I said , look at you boy ! “  I didn’t do that …. Don’t really know why ….. “ she became strict and so she grabs my hair strongly forcing me to look myself “ ….it wasn’t me ….. I was different …. Never seen that face before …..but it was me anyway . Yes she was powerful , she really knew human mind and  knew how to put you under pressure .
Strange to say that , but once she physically blocked my arms with a fucking aikido move , that I thought ; who the hell she is ? that time we had sex ,even though it would more correct saying that she fucked me .
Don’t want to get you bored , my story has almost finished , I will only say that after those 7 days  I went back home and after few days I got a phone call from her telling me that she was near  the place where I live to visit some friends and she invited me to her friend’s house , another Mistress .
But this is another story that I will tell you  next time if you want to  . End .

Underwear Confession by Rasamus

This confession details, how this week, I wore ladies underwear for the first time in my life....

I had seen pictures, some videos and of course ladies in my life wearing lingerie , but I had never desired or envisioned myself wearing pretty knickers (or panties, as some of you call them!). Like with all kinks, I am open minded and would never judge another for their kinks....except for one woman I had encounter with...she liked being covered in baked beans while having sex. I have never really been a fan of beans...

I found myself in the courtyard of the D this week, confronted with a Mistress and submissive. I didn't really know the background to the event, but I assumed the sub had been tasked or punished with wearing ladies underwear. I viewed the pictures, as with the other people at the D and I passed comment.....I am slowly learning, on some occasions passing comment is not the most clever thing to do.

Lady Nattasha IM'd me after I had passed the comment. After some conversation, she somehow seemed to raise the question within me, as to what my personal limits were with regards to humiliation.

A challenge was set. I was tasked with wearing an item of ladies underwear and taking pictures of proof. At first, I was in slight panic at the thought of having to go out and buy some, or the vision of my housemate opening a package addressed to me, only to find pretty pants inside. Then I remembered a bundle of clothing an ex partner had left, the last time she had made a visit to me.

I checked the clean and stored items, in a bottom drawer of my room, and low and behold there they were.....one pretty pair of pink smooth and silky panties.My ex was petite. I on the other hand am 6ft 2 and well built. This was going to be a struggle....

I made sure the coast was clear, undressed and stood in my room wondering what the hell I was doing. Not wanting to think about it too long, I quickly slipped the underwear on.

Now, I have always been a fan of sexy underwear. I adore pretty pants, french knickers in fact are my favourite, but to look at yourself in a large mirror, actually wearing some yourself is something else!!!!

They felt great.....I turned around and they clung to my arse and the sides kind of curved over my hips. The front packed everything in tightly. I never thought I would say this, but it felt amazingly good and think it is ok to say it kind of looked good too.

I took the pictures for Lady Natt, then added a special little touch, adding her name to one of them with marker pen on my thigh. At this point I was etremely turned on and had forgotten any concerns I may have had about being caught wearing these things. I checked the mirror again and thought "If I ever do this again, I am certainly going to need a bigger size"

I kept them on longer than expected...then showered....thats another story.

I touched on my humiliation limits this week, and it felt good. Although  it felt surprisingly good in tight pink pants, I think the biggest satisfaction for me was pleasing the Lady awaiting the completion of the task. I liked that a lot and couldnt wait to show the pics to her

That's my confession then, be well, Rasamus Resident.

The Blue In Your Eyes by Authur

the blue in your eyes, trinkles and shines.
the blonde in your hair is soft and warm.

when our hand touched for the first time,
my heart skipped and i was yours.

your lead to my home,
where my heart is there

Why I Know God Is A Woman by Anonymous

Why I know God is a Woman


It's how the universe is still wet with color,
how Galileo swooned like some voyeur
when scanning the rippled labia of stars..
echoing God's vulva again and again,
like puffs of galaxy waves as she birthed
the universe.

And though the universe has grown cold
as a world in perpetual Winter from
Persephone's absence...there are still these echoes,
these wet tremors to remember, like when
she hovered and pistoned down
and up upon me...allowing me to enter in
as a Roman spear into the side of Christ,
and in ecstatic agony, she whispered,
"Darling, consider the lilies...."
My love, my God, I do--

the last remaining prayer
still painted on my lips.

Anon

Vagina by Dark

Vagina,

That small intimate part of a woman, that every straight man desires.
The smell, the feeling.......... the taste!
As a submissive male, the scent of a wet pussy alone drive me crazy, let alone getting
the divine pleasure of tasting it.
There is nothing quite like gently parting Her vaginal lips, pressing my face firmly against
Her wet, cunt, locating the clitoris with my tongue, and bringing Her to a screaming
orgasm. But this of course, is IF I am lucky enough to have earned this.

To bring Her pleasure, is my forte, it is my purpose, my very reason for being, to hear Her
moan, to know She is closely reaching ecstasy, as I am pleasuring Her clitoris,
flicking it gently with my tongue, bringing Her to that ever approaching orgasm. Is my goal.

Dark