Confession II by Valser

The story that I will tell you is the sequel of what I told in my last confession so it’s a true story and dated back  in the summer of 2007 .
As somebody of you might remember , I had met and gotten knowing  a Mistress on an italian  Femdom internet site , a wonderful Woman who I discovered to be American  after we started  talking on the phone , and furthermore  you can probably remember I spent some funny and crazy days in north Italy  since she had  invited me to join her  there .
Well , what can I say ? The more I get to know americans the more an assumption gets clear on my mind :
Being American = Being Crazy
That’s why the title of my story is :      CRAZY NIGHT OF VACATION
About 10 days had passed since I went back in my city after having  been on vacation with Diana ;  and after she decided to bring forward her vacation in Rome and asked me to some with me as far as Rome ( where some friends were waiting for her) so that we could spend  some hours more together along the back way .
So after this short period , one evening   I was with a friend of mine Michele  ( may God fogive him , he dresses like a Pimp but he’s a very good guy ) we decided  to go to disco and have some fun  , but while we were in the car heading out for the disco  ( he was driving and  I was on the his side ) at 1 a.m.  I suddenly  got a phone call ……
So he said …..” yo man , telephone’s ringin’ “
Me : “ ya i know  let’s see  …. Unknown number , who the hell can it be ?”
Him : “ don’t know prolly someone who you owe some bucks to……..eheheheheheheh “ ( foolish and stupid laughin of him  ) you should listen to his laughing ( really hilarious)…  it's a goat laughing
Now you imagine the scene
 I answered  ….. “ hello ? …………hello ?” but  on the other side of the phone nobody was talking  …..IT WAS INSTEAD AN INHUMAN AND SCARY  SCREAMS AND SHOUTS …..IT WAS A MALE VOICE !! ……. SHOUTS OF PAIN , DISPERATION AND  HOPELESSNESS WHIMPERS…….. “ AHHHHHH…AHHHHHHHH UUUAAAAHHHHHH “   at the same time  I could clearly distinguish whip shots  ….and I could also distinguish an Italian female voice sayin “ you little prick !! how many times I told you to not to do that ?? uhh?? This time I’m gonna make you pay  “other whip shots and other inhuman screams followed ……..
I remember I was like “ omg  what the fuck ?? “  and I remember that  during those seconds I have been thinking  “ Somebody must have discovered my BDSM passion and they’re fucking with me , there is not other explanation left   “ “ holy shit “  …… “ fuck, this can’t be happening for real”  and  at the same time meanwhile my  pimp friend  was still driving the car , he started looking at me , stared at me suspiciously  and few seconds later I was hearing  his ridiculous goat laughing again “ eheheheheh , yo pal ,what’s goin on there ?? “ “ come on tell me , what kind of strange and weird stuff are you into uhh ?? eheheheh“
“ mind your business  man , watch the street or you’re gonna  kill us both  “  so I went on asking  “ who is it ? “   suddenly and finally all was clear , a second female laughing  voice  said to me ” did you hear  , grandson ? “ ( she used to call me grandson  all the time , she loved it ) “ scary isn’t it ?  so I said “ Hello Diana  so  it was  you , I should imagine it was you behind it  , you’re crazy  ! “  yes  it’s me silly “ she said laughing  “  I am here in Napoli at Angela’s house  (Angela was her friend from Napoli , she was a Mistress too and one of the members of Diana’s site . Once I had a quarrel  with her through the forum discussion , because of divergent point od views about Femdom ) .
“ so boy , are you going to come to me ? “ “well , of course Diana   “ Meanwhile my pimpy friend  was still wondering what was goin’ on  seeing how Angela was still whipping her sub  ,and  I was forced to tell him there was a party and that was the only and simple reason why he was hearing all that noisy rumble .
“ ok boy so see you tomorrow in Napoli , catch you later byeeee “
“ bye Diana , I can’t wait to see you “
Hell I was so glad to meet her again , but I wasn’t glad at all to go to Napoli
I wanna tell you something about Napoli
Napoli Is the city where the traffic light is just considered an object to get the streets more beautiful and attractive ( never mind if it’s red yellow or green ,  you  just go  straight across  anyway)
It’s the city  where if you’re going to park your car somewhere , when you comeback you will  probably find two of them  (yours one , and another one for gift)
In other words  you image New York City  and delete all the Areas and its skyscrapers  , just save the Bronx  and you get Napoli .
The day after I went there but unfortunally  because of unexpected events I was late so while I was on the highway I phoned Her  , she answered “ where the fuck are you boy ?  you should have been here 45 minutes ago “  I tried to apologize but she was not giving me the time to reply and said “ shut up ! you know what ? I don’t wanna see you anymore , I don’t give a hell if you’re almost here,  go back home!  “
I went on with apologizes and she finally got herself calm so she said  “ Ok , but we are at Angela’s friend house  now ,  come here “ , she gave me the name of the street and  I arrived there  , but while I was goin there  somebody was about to destroy my car because I tried to go straight when the traffic light was green on my side  and red on his side  , I braked and stopped immediately my car and  he just looked at  me in the face with a very rude expression . “ what a fantastic Day waits for me “ I thought .
Few minutes later I was there looking for the right  apartment , they were on the first floor because  I could distinguish three Women voices , and one of those ones was the Diana’s voice, they were talking about me and laughing   of  my being late . I was embarrassed  and  didn’t want to go upstairs , the third one was not into kinky world She was vanilla , so I phoned Diana again  and after few minutes She and Angela came downstairs .  Diana came towards me with a 32teeth smile as if she had  totally forgotten  the fact that She was so mad at me few minutes earlier  “ hiiiiiiiiiiii grandson , you did it  , this is Angela “  Angela  was very different ,  she was more serious and she had a cold gaze that made me feel agitated  “ so here you are , I finally meet the braggart forum writer “  and I replied “ oh no Miss , it was only democratic dialectic “ .
She answered  it was pretty obvious that  I was missing something.
Anyway  Angela went on a separate way cause she had other things to do . Instead I took Diana in a nice restaurant  where we had a nice dinner with fresh fish of every kind .  While we were  eatin on the terrace , screams and shouts were coming from the streets  , the usual unlawful act . “ Napoli I thought …..”  It can be dangerous  especially for foreigners .
Diana was always smiling and laughing and she  seemed to have a lack of the  danger  sense  about this city , that’s why I was feeling a duty  of protection towards Her .
I want to tell you some scenes that happened   , for example that time we went to a mall in the area , suddenly she saw an animal store…..  “  come with me “ she said ….. I followed Her , well that crazy woman went there to buy a dog collar  “ tell me Ma’am , can I be of any assistance ? “  said the store keeper ……and Diana said “ yes of course , I need a collar for dogs “  “ what race ? “  he replied ……..  Diana looked at me and said “ uuhmmm a Neapolitan mastiff “ the store keeper looked at me and  I immediately   noded and  replied " oh yes it's a neapolitan mastiff , a nice one yea "  Well  She bought the collar for me ….. I was feeling a mix of sensations of embarrassment , excitement , and she got me horny I must confess .
So we got in my car and left the place , but while I was concentrated on driving my car , Diana suddenly had the brilliant idea of astonishing  me and  she literally sprang  up on me  twirling the chain collar around my neck strongly … I was like…… suffocating … “ what the hell Diana ? ……please stop I’m driving  “ ……” be cool I have to measure your neck “ she said laughing  …..
Some other guys saw all the scene  while they were in another car and they were staring at us with a surprised face expression , Diana saw them  and said  “ what the fuck are you looking at jerkeys ? “ I decided to jet away immediately from there before the situation could  precipitate .
I have been driving  for some miles before I realized that I didn’t have a clue of whereabouts I could  be ;  the streets were desolate , empty and dark  , and  I got lost ….. so I came alongside the quay to have few seconds of resting  while Diana was laughing like a crazy woman   “ perfect “ I thought  ….” What the hell more  is  it gonna happen now ? “ I shouldn’t have said that ….. after 2 seconds a police car rushes like a rocket in front of my car ….  A kind of Big Boss Man  ( the wrestler ) got out the police car getting close to me … so I said smiling " Good Evening Officer  is everything all right  ? " and he said  “  no it's not , what you’re doing here ? “  and I said rolling my eyes  “ what I’m doing’ here ? nothing …I’m resting “ and he said “ oh so  here you’re resting uh !!? “   and I said  “ YES ! Sir exactly here I’m resting !!  Why ? is it forbidden ? there is any law which prevents you to stop your car and have a rest ?? “  I was getting nervous ….so he said “ well I don’t know son ….. but you gotta tell me something , and you’re gonna tell me what you were doing right  here  “  so I was like  “ ohhh you want me to tell you something uh? “  and he was like “ oh yes you tell it “ and I “ ok you want me to tell you something ,  I tell you something  ,  Go Fuck your mutha  , why don’t you bust the real criminals instead of bothering  nice people ? “  …………………………uhmmmmmmmmmmm    ok forget the last line , I invented it , to be honest  I didn’t really    say that  but it was exactly what I had on my mind  , ( just wanted to seem a tough and cool guy  ) …to be true I simply explained that I got lost and after all  he was kind to indicate me the right way .
The night was almost  passed  , we arrived at Angela’s home , she came opening her house door and blamed us for being so late …. But it was right the breakfast time , and guess who had to prepare coffee , milk , biscuits , marmalade and all the rest …… I was excited to do that and serving them the breakfast  and being under the table  after having done it .
So ,after that  ,  Diana took me in another room , she put cuffs around my wrists  and tied me up on the bed …… she gave me a powerful slap right in the face “ this is for the late arriving of yesterday sub !!  “ it was painful ……really ….. soon after that she smiled and took my pants off , she took some scissors and cut my underwear  ……. “ what a nice and beautiful  cock you have my boy   “ she said kindly …… she sounded  really sweet with her  American accent talking in Italian, really sweet and funny . I was a little scared because she took a whip and a cane ….. “ Choose ! “ she said …..  so I said “ if I have to …….whip “ ….. what a fool I am , she took the cane  , God it was so painful on my leg  , but it was exciting too , and I felt so submitted in that moment “ she used to  put everything in her way of being dominant ….physical aspect  and psychological aspect , it was   a fatal and lethal  cocktail of emotions .
There is still so much to tell , but I do not have time left to go on writing , I met Diana over and over again in Time , she has been so much for me .
After some days  , one evening , I was home , so I connected internet and I accessed the Diana’s femdom site ….i was reading forums but suddenly a message got  in my mail and it was saying “ what a strange kind  intimacy we have had  , don’t you think so ? I already  know you , but I don’t know you at all ! “ it was coming from Athena , The Angela’s nickname  ….. but this is another story that I will tell you the next time if you would like to listen to it . End .

A Difficult Journey And A Dream Come True by Rolf

I want to share my experiences as a submissive man in Second Life over the past six months. It's about how I went from being an unconvincing switch at domestic discipline sims to becoming a sub serving mistresses in the femdom world. It's been a rocky journey; tears because of harsh punishment mixed with joy at submitting to a strict but loving mistress.

I will try to tell this without putting the blame on anyone for the bad things that have happened to me. Let the facts speak for themselves and you, the listener or reader, may draw your own conclusions. But if there is anyone I am critical of the most, it's myself for making mistakes along the way that led a mistress to punish me so severely I will remember it for the rest of my life in RL.

I have sometimes asked myself why I did not simply log off when Miss A (not her real name) abused me in public for 30 minutes on Friday morning March 9th at a femdom sim (not the Dominion). I had told her public humiliation, especially when linked to the subject of spanking, was my worst nightmare, the worst she could do to me.

But let's start from the beginning.

Having been away from SL for a few years, I returned last December. I had previously worked for the Swedish government in SL, but now that I was back without an official function I decided to reveal my kinky side. I began to visit spanking sims, introducing myself as a switch, but soon found the role play in domestic discipline pathetic. I wanted real play.

Miss Dilly Wycliffe, a domestic discipline mistress I learned to know well, said I should embrace my submissive side 100 percent and learn the ways of a sub at femdom sims. I followed her advice and started teleporting to Velvet Thorn where at first I was appalled to find men kneeling in front of mistresses who kept them on leashes. It looked humiliating and I wondered what I was doing there, but I found it an absolute turn-on to talk to mistresses because, for as long as I remember, I have dreamed of being dominated by authoritative women. Also, unlike in domestic discipline, I found that many used voice here so I knew I was talking to a woman, not some male truck driver from Oklahoma disguised as a female avatar.

In late February I ran into a senior mistress, Miss A, who took me under her wings and promised to train me to become a good sub. She told me she was into sensual domination which sounded reassuring to a beginner like me. At the first training session, Miss A explained the meaning of a collar in her calm American accent and the moment she collared and leashed me I sensed I had come home in SL. I realised I loved being on a leash!

I felt my SL dream was about to come true, but it soon turned into a nightmare.

Miss A, angered that I had forgotten to give her a submissive hug a few times, ordered me to write 100 punishment lines in Word - "I will remember my greetings to Miss A" - and email them to her. I must confess that I only wrote 70 lines because it was so time-consuming and I copied and pasted the remaining 30. That was the only time I lied to her, but I did learn a lesson.

She taught me many practical details, including how to write commands such as "/1 rhnadu" in chat and when to use them, how to address mistresses and how to behave in general at a femdom sim. Today, whenever I enter the Dominion or some other strict femdom sim, I go through a check list I memorised as a result of the training I received from Miss A.

I did have great difficulties however adhering to her rule that I must refrain from masturbating when off line. She explained, to my surprise, that my cock belongs to my wife and my mistress. It just happened to be attached to my body and she said most mistresses maintained that rule. Also, I was only to cum when she gave me permission. Of course I wanked off without permission a few times but was honest enough to tell her. For these transgressions I was punished in various ways, such as not being allowed to communicate with her in voice for 24 hours.

Halfway through the training, I met Miss Delila Piers, a fun-loving domme and a warm personality who took an interest in me - possibly because I made her laugh. She became my confidant during the training. I certainly needed her advice because the training, which lasted three weeks, was turning into a virtual boot camp.

Miss A had told me at the outset she may not always be fair, and she was true to her word.

One morning in early March I was due to meet Miss A for my daily one-hour training and I was convinced we had agreed the time - 10am UK time. I logged on 20 minutes early only to be pulled before her at the femdom sim where she reigned supreme. She rebuked me for being one hour and 40 minutes late and said I must never keep a mistress waiting. I protested my innocence, saying I was 20 minutes early.

Fearing punishment, I did not notice three other mistresses lay on couches in the courtyard and Miss A was quick to point out that I must greet them. I apologised profusely and greeted them all by name and title. One later told me: "When you fail, you get extremely nervous and vulnerable. Pretty open for humiliation then."

Miss A dragged me to a dungeon where she stripped my avatar nude and left it in a kneeling position with a hard-on. I was ordered to stay in this humiliating position until someone arrived in the dungeon, write a few words in chat, then leave. Twenty minutes later a friendly mistress showed up to my relief and I was able to TP away.

Later that day I took part in a voice conversation with a fellow sub and Miss B (not her real name), an American mistress with a nice voice. She said she loved spanking boys and I wanted to know more of course, always interested in talking to mistresses. She allowed me to befriend her. A few hours later I sent her two IMs suggesting we discuss the matter of spanking further, but she declined, saying she was busy. I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong.

The following morning, Friday March 9th, I logged on two hours early for my training session with Miss A because I wanted to make sure she could not accuse me of being late. I had practised kneeling positions for my avatar and was expected to show them to her. Hoping for praise, I gave her a submissive hug but was taken back to the ominous dungeon. Miss A told me I had been reported for making inappropriate contact in IM with Miss B.

Miss A made my avatar bend over a spanking horse while scolding me and told me to put spanking marks on the bottom. I was to kneel head down at her feet, my bottom sticking into the air in front of a dozen mistresses and fellow subs. I had to be quiet and endure the humiliation for as long as she deemed fit. I begged her not to expose me in this way,  but I soon found myself in that awkward position in the courtyard unable to move away because of RLV.

"Stop whining Rolf," Miss A warned me in IM.

"Yes Miss, sorry."

"This is your punishment."

I suffered. "I wish there were not so many people in the room. I am so embarrassed. This is real punishment you are administering on me Miss. And you know it..."

"Yes," she wrote before joining the discussion in the courtyard in voice.

I heard someone calling me a "baboon" because of the red bum and Miss A told them she was pushing my limits a little. One sub,  a good friend of mine, left in disgust because he could not stand seeing me being humiliated.

I could have logged off,  but I saw it as a endurance test and if I failed she would drop me and, frankly, I did not realise how deeply she was hurting me. My reaction came later.

After 30 minutes she announced to the room that my "purgatory" was over and released me. I begged her in IM to follow me to my skybox and comfort me because I felt devastated. She agreed but once there she used her controls to force my avatar into self-spanking just to rub it in that I had made inappropriate contact with a mistress. I was mortified because I used to spank myself in secret as a teenager in RL.

Finally, Miss A started to speak to me in a nice way and explained that my punishment had been necessary to correct my behaviour. Wanting to end the morning on a good note, she encouraged me to stroke my cock in RL but the last thing on my mind was getting an erection. I managed to cum at her command not because I wanted to but because I felt I had to please her.

She told me to write her an email about how I felt and allowed me to log off. I went straight to bed in RL, hid under the blanket like a child and wept bitter tears. I felt worthless after the public punishment, a fool who deserved to be abused by my mistress in the worst possible manner. I was wallowing in self-pity and destructive thoughts. Finally I got up and drove to the gym for a swim, but in the shower I burst into tears again. I then went back home to write the email.

Having read my email, Miss A must have been worried and when we were online she invited me to dance - bless her - at an event in the evening and to accompany her to a gallery afterwards. I felt better and Miss Delila helped with the aftercare upon hearing what Miss A had put me through.

A few days later I had the courage to write an email to Miss A: "You have opened a new world to me. But maybe I am not strong enough for that world of yours. You are often scary, almost too powerful for  me because you know how to hurt my mind."

She replied: "A good Domme, an experienced Domme, knows her sub, knows how to mold him the way she wants him to be."

I didn't know better at the time but I actually believed that it was common in the femdom world for a sub to fear his mistress in a RL sense. I would sometimes lie sleepless at night, worried what she had in store for me in the morning but still I would often tell Miss A that I loved her.

All could have been well had I not made the mistake, as Miss Delila noted later, of consulting the fellow sub who had left the courtyard in disgust and a mistress friend of mine. They convinced me that Miss A had been reckless in violating a hard limit of mine and said she ought to apologise. They meant well but I became depressed again.

On a Sunday afternoon shortly afterwards, my mind in turmoil, I drank nearly two bottles of wine before I logged on to attend a discussion at the sim. Miss B was there and in an IM I accused her of having stabbed me in the back by reporting me to Miss A. Did she not understand how I had been made to suffer?  Could she not have just told me off? I would have stopped contacting her immediately. Miss B muted me and reported me once more to Miss A who told me on March 21 that the other mistress had had no influence over the way I had been punished.

I apologised but Miss A wrote in an email that I was no longer welcome at the sim. One of her sidekicks, a sub who adores her, had suggested that being humiliated in public was a secret fetish of mine and that I had made up a story about having been hurt. It was said that I had even instigated the punishment! Blimey, I thought, I must be some operator...

Anyway, I was declared guilty of  "social abuse and manipulation". Miss A said she would never talk to me again and she has kept her word despite several attempts of mine at reconciliation. I even wrote a song for Miss A, "Blues for a Lady", a song I have played on the guitar twice at the Dominion.

I recently encountered Miss B in the clearing at the Dominion. I was kneeling alongside a few other subs when she spotted me. She told everyone: "Rolf is mental, an idiot."

Miss Delila collared me soon after Miss A had severed relations with me and I started to enjoy serving a mistress without fearing her most of the time. Miss Delila took me to the Dominion to stop me worrying about going there. Miss A had warned me against visiting the Dominion unaccompanied because she said mistresses there were ruthless to subs. I thought to myself at the time, look who is talking! I found that the Dominion is a well organised sim with lots of fun events and a sub who gets into trouble only has himself to blame. Mistresses are strict, but for a reason, I thought.

I had many magic moments with Miss Delila who introduced me to being taken from behind, something Miss A had threatened to do to me as punishment. But in an erotic context, I learned to love being dominated in such a kinky way.

Miss Delila suggested that I attend a slave auction one Saturday night while she was away working in RL. I was afraid to go on my own, the warnings from Miss A still ringing in my ears, and instead went dancing with a female friend. Miss Delila came online unexpectedly and saw that I was not at the auction. She was not amused. She took me to task, telling me off for disobeying her. Miss Delila may have the sweetest voice in SL but she had a way of scolding me into oblivion.

Shortly afterwards Miss Delila dumped me for various reasons, including the fact that she found it impossible to control my wanking. She had also been annoyed that I was running around talking to mistresses and for being a serial attention seeker. I was furious with myself for having let her down.

I then fell into the arms of an American woman I had met at a dance and who wanted to spank me. We had some fun together but I realised she was not a domme and she had never been to a femdom sim. She asked me to train her to become a mistress (!) and became increasingly rude to me to the point where I asked to be released after 10 days.

Miss Delila, learning I was un-owned again, promptly collared me to avoid me making further mistakes and said she would inspect and approve of any mistress who showed an interest in owning me. Shortly afterwards I met Miss Lilith Ivory, a German mistress, at a dance and we started talking. We are roughly the same age group and, although I nowadays live in England, I have worked many years in Germany so we had several things in common.

Miss Delila agreed to meet Miss Lilith in late April and the experience of kneeling before them they talked over my head about me was sublime. I was not allowed to speak as they discussed what to do with me and I truly enjoyed this way of passive submissiveness. They agreed a schedule for when I was to serve them separately on a daily basis during weekdays. Luckily, I work from home in RL and can easily spend three hours a day online.

Notably, Miss Delila told Miss Lilith: "I don't know what kind of restrictions you were looking to set on Rolf but orgasm control he cannot do. He's too impulsive and doesn't think about the consequences."

Miss Lilith reassured her that she had had some success with other subs in the past and would have a go. It took her three days to train me to control myself and I am proud to say I have not failed her once for the past three months! She is still struggling to curb my ego though.

Miss Lilith took me to a slave auction where I did a running commentary to her in IM about the boys on sale. One played the guitar for the ladies and I wrote to Miss Lilith that I could play 10 times better than him. That's probably true but I am not supposed to boast like that.

Miss Delila hit the ceiling when she learned about my vanity and ordered me to be sold at the slave auction, to be used by a mistress for three days, so I would experience for myself how vulnerable a sub feels while on the block. I became extremely worried and said I could not face such public humiliation, my avatar sitting naked in front of all these mistresses. Miss Delila became fed up with my dithering and passed me on to Miss Lilith for full-time service.

My German mistress collared me on May 15 and we have now been together for more than three months. She has appointed Lady Natt as my "nanny" to keep me from getting into trouble at the Dominion when she herself is offline. I have to ask Lady Natt for permission every time I want to say something in chat or voice. Miss Delila laughed her head off when she learned of this arrangement. I share many laughs with Miss Delila these days about the time when she would scold me silly for various offenses.

Lady Natt, who is Swedish like me, soon introduced me to a cage, which she put me in just for fun. Something clicked inside me and I had found another kink. Miss Lilith now locks me into a glass cage for an hour whenever she wants me to do some homework such as tidying up my inventory. I am finishing this story sitting in the cage in her mansion.

Secretly, I hope she would give me more work to do because I so enjoy being locked up with a timer in place.

Meanwhile, Miss Lilith has been using me in semi-public situations, nudging me into accepting that most of my limits can safely be done away with and it would be churlish of me to deny my mistress her pleasures. I took a major step forward in accepting to be handled in front of other people when she flogged my avatar over a beam at her mansion as Lady Natt, Miss Delila and Lady Cimmerian looked on with three subs also in attendance.

I actually liked it, something which Miss Delila ("I told you so") had predicted all along, but it was a far cry from when Miss A abused me in public back in March.

Miss Lilith often says she is pleased with the basic training I received from Miss A. She rarely needs to correct me and when she does she lets the punishment fit the crime, also realising how sensitive I can be. I obviously accept that I must be punished in a RL sense of the word if I have let my mistress down.

I live my dream now in SL. Miss Lilith and Lady Natt jumped on me recently, giggling, and made me bend over for a mock whipping. That was my happiest day so far in SL, being dominated in a playful manner by these two strict but loving mistresses of the Dominion. I don't know how long this is going to last, but I enjoy every day.

Rolf Hultcrantz

Confession Poem by Jamie

Long ago I was in your way
You spoke to me commanding, stern
I moved but the main movement was in my heart.
We talked and laughed played and danced
It simply could not be "down to chance"

 So i set off on this journey, with you in my heart
I know that every end has a start
My old self over, my life anew
The end of the beginning and a new life with you

 You bind me up and make me whole
you fill the void within my soul
Stern and Kind, clever and true

so close in many ways
Mistress my everything is now You.

Essence of Two Dreams by Lady Neeyoko and Ashpan

Essence of Two Dreams                                              

(Gwendel)

Last night, my boy and I had a bit of a misunderstanding.  To make a long story short, I desired something of him to fulfill a budding kink of mine and it was something he wasn't so gungho about.  Being the type of Domme I am, I desire my adored one to be excited about such things too or it won't be enjoyable.  Although, we did not leave each other on a bad note, my disappointment still lingered and stayed with me when I went to bed.

As I lay there sleeping, I succumbed to an odd dream.  I have always been one to have very vivid dreams. Dreams that have meaning and depth. Dreams that will influence my reactions to people throughout the day. But, this..this dream was different.  For I can't remember any faces, places or things in it...just a number.  A seven digit number.  A number that carried over with me from the dream world into my real world.  578-6814.....


(Ashley)

I am in a room made of glass.  I can clearly see the world going on around me, but my only connection to that world is what is sitting in front of me.  My laptop.

I am talking to my Mistress via Skype.  She is upset with me and although, I cannot remember the cause or what I did to make her this way, I am trying to write an IM to her to clear the air. Note I said, "trying". Popups, extreme lag and my screen freezing is stopping my progress.  To make matters worse, in walks my brother, his girl-friend and her badly behaved son.  Damn, what a bad little fucker!  My best friend follows closely behind them -- all pulling up a chair inside this glass building of mine.  My Dad is outside pulling a large piece of plastic over the roof as if he is protecting it from oncoming rain.  How strange....


(Gwendel)

578-6814. Google it. I did immediately when I got out of bed.  The first results from the search caused me to fall back in my seat. 578-6814 is the last part of a National Stock number for an "O" ring.  "O" ring?  (gasp)  The Ring of O!  I sat there
sort of stunned.  Was I making this all up?  Maybe I heard the number as a suggestion through my TV?  No. The TV was off during the night.  The radio?  Nope. Radio was silent.  Reading a book of some sort before bed?  I never do that since reading in bed isn't very comfortable for me.  Searching for jewelry or some sort of symbol on SL to present to my boy?  Nuh-uh.  My searches over the past day have consisted mainly of latex cat suits, bane hoods, shackles and gigantic butt plugs.  The Ring of "O". Why it? Why now...

(Ashley)

Mistress has typed another message to me. I can tell she isn't happy I haven't responded to her previous IM.  I attempt again to write her back, but pop ups, lag and those surrounding me won't allow it.  She types another and yet another in quick succession and I can tell from their tone that her displeasure is turning into anger.  I start to panic.  Why is this happening?  Why are there obstacles keeping me away from her? I just want to apologize -- to sort out this mess which is quickly turning into a disaster.

Tears flowing, all I can do is helplessly watch her anger as they are relayed through the strength of her words.  I don't blame her.  She must believe I am not being attentive to her needs. That I am off only thinking of myself.  Not true, my Mistress. I am sitting here on a lounger, in a glass building covered with plastic, surrounded by people and hindered by a laggy laptop.  Frustrated, I hold my head in my hands, lay back and awake.  It was a dream???  Holy fuck....

(Gwendel)

The Ring of O.  It is a symbol of BDSM and submission.  Remembering our misunderstanding the night before, it all seems to coincide with each other.  The fact that I dreamed of a serial number that points the way to my realization is, well, freaky. And what is that realization?  That I want you.  I want you for mine.  All mine. From the top of that thin curly hair of yours to the tips of your pink painted toenails -- Mine.


(Ashley)

It was a dream.  Wow!  While I was in that glass room it felt so real.  I'm surprised at how much detail I remember seeing as I rarely remember my dreams at all. But, I do believe I know what it signifies.

Mistress, you told me recently that it is the little things that can eventually tear a relationship apart.  I do believe this is why I had this dream.

I have never asked anything of you, but I'd like to ask this, if I may.  Please don't let the little things tears us apart.  This is the only desire I would make of you, my Mistress.


(Gwendel)

I want you at my feet and beside me always, my adored one. I've realized as the days go by.....


(Ashley)

...more than words can say...


(Ashley & Gwendel)

I love you

Submission by Skjold

I look at You, feeling a spark grow inside my body. Rapidly it turns in to wild burning flames. Flames of desire.  An urge to give in to Your strength, Your will, Your demand. Still looking at You I kneel at Your feet, as my body shivers slightly from joy. As Your eyes meets mine, I lower my eyes in respect. With my eyes looking into the ground,   I hear You walk across the floor leaving the room. I hear Your steps disappear then silence. The only thing breaking the silence is the thoughts in my head.my life passes by as a movie behind my eyes, my mind wander, as I absorb the impression, from the memories of the past, as I know that soon a new chapter begins. My body is trembling my hand are shaking. I take a deep breath to calm down myself. Closing my eyes, i lean back on my heels lowering my head. I let go of the past emptying my head, remembering how I cleaned the blackboard in the school, as a kid. You and You alone will be the one, the teacher, the mentor that in the future will fill my inner blackboard with rules to obey.
The distant sound of Your footsteps coming closer pulls my out from my meditating stadium. I slowly begin to feel the hard stone floor against my feet’s and my legs. I feel how my muscles cramp from kneeling on the hard floor. I am naked, but not feeling cold, as the flames of desire still burns in my body. I keep my eyes to the ground, as You enter the room. As You stop in front of me, you place a finger under my chin, lifting up my head “Look at Me boy” You command. I look into Your eyes, and sees the strong will an power that You possess. “Are you ready boy” You ask, “yes Miss I am ready” I whisper. As You grab my hair pulling my head backwards you say “louder boy I did not hear you” “Yes  Miss I am ready” I reply in a loud and clear voice. “on Your feet´s” You command “and follow Me”. I get on my feet´s, and follow You. You stop at the rag, pulling down the chains, cuffing my arms and legs, then locking the cuffs to the chains from the corners of the rag. Facing the wall I stand suspended by cuffs and chains. I hear you walking across the room again, this time not leaving. Although I am not able to see what You are doing I feel the tension grow in my body, as You come closer and stands behind me. Then I feel the tails of the flogger, gently being pulled across my naked back and my ass then the first hard stroke from the flogger hits my body. The pain rushes trough my body and the flames of lust and desire burn even stronger from every stroke of the flogger. Between my legs, I feel my cock fills slowly with blood, as the pain transplants throughout my body.
The flogger hits again and again, and my cock is now hard as ever. The flogging stops and I release my breath. Then gasps as I feel something cold and hard being forced into my ass.  “relax boy” You whisper into my ear. Pulling my hair as you lean against me forcing the  strap-on deep into my ass.. I let go and give in to Your will, and soon I start moaning as I realize that I enjoy You fucking my ass hard with Your strap-on.
“Good boy” You whisper into my ear, as You pull Yourself out of my ass. “I think You have deserved this “boy” “ You say as You releases me from the chains, “Follow Me  boy” You say, and walk to Your throne.
Seated You spread Your legs wide open, for me to access Your Beautiful pussy “Kneel Boy” You command. As I kneel You force my face against Your wet dripping pussy. Eagerly I start licking Your clit.  Circling my tongue on it I hear You moan and feel Your divined juices dripping down my chin. Use that tongue inside Me You gasp and I willingly push my tongue inside Your wet warm pussy fucking You hard flicking Your G-spot, until You cum in a powerful orgasm. Happily I swallow Your Juices.  “now fuck Me Boy” You moan as You get up and leans over the side of the throne.  I stand behind You and penetrates your hot wet pussy with my hard aching cock. forcing   myself deep into You “faster boy “ You moan and I fuck You hard and fast until we both explodes in an earth shaking orgasm.

“Kneel boy” You command, after we have cleaned up, and You are seated in Your Throne again.
Happily I kneel at Your feet´s, softly whispering “Yes Miss”. “ NOW boy are You ready?” Yes Miss I am ready I say in a loud and clear voice, as I Know what will come the moment I have longed for so long
“are there anything You wish to say boy” You ask . “yes Miss there is”  I reply.” Then now is the time Boy” You say with a smile.

I clear my thought and say in a loud and clear voice
“ I willingly turn over to You, the ownership to my body my soul and my Mind. I will proudly wear Your collar, and serve You in any need or wish You may have. I have no greater wish than to become Your property Miss.

You look directly into my eyes, as I look into Yours. And we both see the truth , passion, honesty and love in each other’s eyes, like a reflection of our minds.
Slowly You place Your collar around my neck, kissing me deeply.  As I hear the snap of the lock I fall to the ground kissing Your feet´s, as my eyes fills with tears of joy I whisper  Thank You my MISTRESS.

Over Time And The Rich by Anonymous

The night was full of rain, pounding down hard like the sky was having sex with mother earth.
 I was relaxing on the couch watching a documentary on the discovery channel when the phone rang.

 We have a call for you out at the lake was what she said as I slowly put myself back into work mode.
 I yawned and reached for the sky and said, put in on my screen and I'll head out.

 I stopped for a timmy's, gassed up and headed west. I saw I was heading for the ritzy part of cottage country.
 After the 1.2 hour drive I arrived at their driveway which was cut throug the trees and was 1/4 mile long. When I came out of the bush I saw 3 building's. The huge mansion of a home, a servants cottage or kids play home which was still 5000 square feet, and a 4 car garage with  apartment above.

I parked, got out, grabed a few instruments and walked up to the front door. I noticed the beach front area with private dock and a few boats. I also noticed a olympic sized swimming pool to the side.

Ringing the bell caused a woman in her 60's to appear. We chit chatted for a few minutes while I interogated her on the problem she was having. She had been playing cards with two other ladies. She introduced me to her friends and we procedded into the basement. I could hear her friends giggling upstairs. Sse left me alone to analize the situation. after 15 minutes in the hot basement I found the problem and took a few pictures and went up stairs to show her. She was sitting at the table playing a card game with money, lots of money.

I explained what I had found and showed her the pictures and video. Her friend Bev giggled and said She could pind better used for my video camera. I smiled at her and noticed she was a younger lady, maybe in her 50's yet very gorgeous and elegantly dressed. She look very rich. She was teasing me as our talk began to get all about innuendos about sex. Bev mentioned I looked very familar to her so we discussed our histories. She said I'm sure we have met and I said yes you look familiar also. the other lady said, why don't we just go into a bedroom, and we all laughed uncomfortably. I could feel the room heating up, this hot sexy woman wanted my bones. Hey, eveyone has had the serviceman fantasy come to your house.

So here I was, all sweaty, standing beside three beautiful rich ladies who were trying to line me up with their younger friend Bev. The home owner said, the rain has quit, why don't we all go for a swim in the pool?   OMG what am I getting myself into. She procedded to mention that all their husbands are in mexico for a week working on a project. Bev couldn't take her eyes off of me. I looked down at my watch, looked up at the three smiling faces and said, what the hell!  after a round of cheers we all got handed a huge towel and we walked to pool side.

They started to take their clothes off. I was a little embarrassed and mentioned bathing suits?, they laughed and said nothing we haven't seen before boy. I took in a deep breath and starting stripping off.  The Ladies were fast and all screamed and jumped into the water asI stood there slowly removing my underwear. the stood in the pool and glared at me and cheered when they came off. I smiles and jumped in. wow it was cold and was worring about shrinkage, when bev mosied up to me and in one swift motion grabed my pecker. She laughed and told the other's look what I caught. Bev then mentioned, did you know in this home we practice female domination? I formed a complete statement but what came out of my mouth was, "yes Miss Bev" Yahoo the other ladies cheered as Bev started pulling me around by my pecker, cheering.............

to be continued.

My Dream by Voyager

She entered the room, Her sharp heels clicking with a quite clean sound on the tiled floor. Her curves drawing the picture of such a sexy scene, my eyes got immediately trapped in it.

She was wearing those stylish boots I just love Her to wear and a long wool sweater that barely was reaching beyond her cheeks. I, her happily owned pet, was waiting as instructed, kneeling, naked and exposed, my eyes watching Her carefully to be ready to serve Her in any way I can guess from Her behavior.

She walked slowly, giving me time to admire Her shape, till she was standing in front of me... "Hello my love", Her sweet voice came down from above like a fresh waterfall.

- "Mmmm, you look so lovely down there, boy..."
Her right foot stepped forward and placed between my thighs. I followed her leg movement and noticed that I was almost starting to raise...
- "most humble greetings Mistress...how....how are You today?" I barely was able to say.
I raised my face just to find Her lovely eyes looking down at me, a soft smile in Her amazing face.
- "Fine, boy... but I guess I will be even better..."

and with a soft movement She turned around. My face was now facing Her lovely ass, barely showing beneath the sweater, and for a second, I was able to notice She was wearing underneath it... nothing.

-"So, boy, will You greet me properly or will I have to teach you once again?

I suddenly wake up, I was dreaming with the view.
- oh...yes, of course Mistress...so...sorry

I immediately bend down and kissed Her sharp heels and followed kissing up along the shaft of boots.
But then She started to raise her left boot, catching my head from under my jaw and lifting it. My lips continued kissing Her, first on the leather, but when the boot ended, I started to kiss the silk skin of the back of Her incredible legs.

She moaned softly, letting me know She was pleased with that, and it was like if I suddenly had found a battery of energy. My lips started to kiss faster and my cheeks to caress Her skin.

I continued moving all along Her leg kissing and caressing, and when Her left foot dropped to floor I did the same with the other leg.

As I followed kissing and caressing Her, my arousal grow bigger, and so my nerve. My hands raised up and embraced Her legs each one.
And my nose explored higher beyond Her legs... closing in on Her cheeks.

when my nose smelled Her scent, I loosed control, my tongue started to lick her cheeks and between. My hands were grabbing her legs and hips, to ensure She was firm so I could push into there harder with my nose, my lips, my tongue...

The sounds She was making told me that I was doing good, and that made me even get more excited. Pleasing Her was so exciting...
She then removed completely Her sweater, and I could feel, more than see, that She was completely naked, but for the boots. But my whole attention was fixed into Her back...her hips, her ass...

Then, suddenly She step forward and with a quick movement stood in front of me.

- "Enough boy"
I was in shock, still my tongue out looking to please Her inside.
She looked down at my cock, rocking pretty hard by that moment, and then dug the pointed toe of Her boot in my crotch
I jumped slightly on my knees but remained quiet, my eyes following the shape of Her leg till the pointed toe.

-"Lets see what else can we do with this" - and pushed a bit more my cock with her boot. I was so excited that my cock spit a drop of pre-cum on the leather. She looked at it and an evil smile appeared on Her face.
Then, She raised her foot till my shoulder, the sharp heel digging into my flesh close to my neck.
_"mmm, seems your cock is not very well behaved, boy"-the evil smile still on Her face.

I lasted 2 seconds, admiring Her face, before I noticed I had to be licking that drop off, but when I started to stretch my tongue out to do so, She pushed me away so hard, at the very next moment I was flying through the room to the other side.

I fell on my back, my legs spread, my cock completely exposed. I raised my head, just to face Her, Her elastic body in a feline position, like a cat about to jump on his prey. Her fangs stated to arise between Her lips...

I bit of fear appeared in my face, and that was like a signal to Her to jump over me. In just a second She was grabbing my legs, holding them spread, and Her incredible face, just a few milimeters away from my trembling cock...