Anniversary Confession by Crissy

From the first day that I came to the Dominion, I could tell it was different.  Women.  Several of them. Clearly articulate, opinionated and unafraid to express what they wanted stood or sat around the courtyard.  Over time, I have come to know some of these wonderful Ladies and call them sisters, as well as make new friends and kindred spirits in supporting this dream made real that Eva has created for us.  Thanks to all of you and especially Eva for making this beautiful place.


<3 Crissy

Anniversary Confession by Janice

Janice's Anniversary 'Confession'

I haven't been able to spend as much time at Dominion recently as I would like to but the place and the people are never far from my thoughts or my heart.  When I first joined SL almost  four years ago, I would never have predicted that I would still be here now as part of such an incredible community.  The members of Dominion have enriched my life in so many ways. I cannot thank Eva enough for encouraging me with SL photography and entrusting me with the gallery and I'm so grateful to all of you for supporting it.
I'm proud to be a member and I'm proud to be on staff here. I think it's an amazing testament to Eva's hard work and leadership that we are celebrating this milestone. I look forward to the next four years!

Beautiful Bottom by Dalia

Beautiful Bottom.

Tom was an architect.

We first met at a munch on Queen Street in Toronto.  He was a regular in the scene, though not one of my immediate friends.  He loved to dress in leathers.  Lean, well toned, he looked good in anything he wore and he knew it.

He was youngish, late twenties or early thirties and considered himself a serious player.  I had seen him worked over in play and could vouch for his pain tolerance being high.  He also had a rep for being a total slut.

That one night he wore just leather pants to a public party.  After chatting me up for a while he told me he liked it rough.

I raised an eyebrow and waited in silence.

“I mean really rough” he said with a challenging gleam in his eye and a slight smirk playing on his lips.  “No one has ever made me cry.”

I smiled. “Why don’t you come back with us to K’s place”  I gave him the location of the home.

Later that night all were all settled comfortably, chatting in the living room of K’s home, me behind the sofa, sitting off it’s edge, behind Tom, my hands playing with his thick dark hair.  He looked up and smiled.  I walked to the stairs and looked back at him, then descended.

I could hear the living room go silent and then laughter, as he arose to follow.  Calls of “Have fun” and “Good luck” accompanied his departure.

K had a dungeon in her basement.

I took a set of cuffs and stood in the centre of the room.  He came towards me, that smarmy smile still playing on his face.

“You think you can make me cry?” he taunted.

“Is crying important to you?” I asked, my chin raised, head tilted just slightly to the side.

He looked a little startled at the question and took a moment to respond, “Yah, I guess it is”  The smile left his face.

“Once these cuffs go on, you will not be released till you cry ‘uncle’.  Uncle is your only safeword.”

He laughed in my face and held out his hands.

I placed the cuffs on both wrists, took one hand in mine, smiled and walked around back of him, reached around, stroking his cock through his leather pants.  He arched back against me, and I grabbed the other wrist, securing them together behind him.

I walked to the wall and lowered a rope on a pulley so that when attached his wrists would stay at approximately the same height and re-secured it.  I snapped the latch at the end of the rope in place.

I walked up to him and teased his cock some more then opened his pants and removed them.

I grabbed a high-backed stool from the side from the room and sat before him.  Left leg went up, pointed stiletto boot resting on his shoulder, the other between his legs, playing with his balls.

“Kiss the boot”

“That’s not really my thing”  he said, as my right leg dropped a bit and came back hard.

“Kiss it” I said as he groaned and his eyes watered, knees buckling a bit.

He turned his head and began kissing the tops.  I moved my foot to give him the dirty sole.  He moved back a bit but not far as the pointy tip rested at the base of his balls.

Our eyes met and he kissed it.  “Lick” I said as the rough edge of the right boot scrapped over his balls.  A choked groan escaped him and his mouth remained shut.  I kicked again this time hitting more between the ass cheeks and he gasped, the toe of my boot entering his mouth.  “Suck then”  And he complied.  Even more eagerly this time.

I let him lick clean both my boots.  He paid particular attention to sucking off the stiletto heels, suggestively, his eyes telling me he found this hawt.

“You are such a slut” He smiled while sucking even harder.  I removed my foot.

I lowered the rope length more; raised my leather mini dress up a little and secured a strap on to myself as he watched.  I grabbed his hair and forced it his head down and watched as his wrists raised a bit behind him.

“Since you are so good at sucking… “I trailed off and rubbed the tip around his mouth and he laughed and said “Oh yah!”

I lifted his head by the hair again and slapped him hard, leaving a red mark on his face.

“When I want to hear from you cunt I will let you know.”  I immediately pushed his head back down and forced the dildo between not so happy lips.

But being the slut he is, he began respond, to get into the groove and as soon as he relaxed I took over, pumping, making him gag and gasp.  Tears welled in his eyes and fell down his cheeks.

I released him red faced and pulled out an old fashioned hand mirror.  “Not so pretty now.”

He spluttered.  “This isn’t crying”

I rolled a spanking horse over and locked it in place.  He bent over it, his breath coming just a little faster.  I secured the waist belt and released him from the pulley, though his wrists were still bound.

I brought out my cane and began disciplining him.  “I told you when I wanted to hear from you I’d let you know.”

“Yes, Ma’am.  Sorry, Ma’am” he gasped from his beautifully engorged lips.

“I will leave my mark on you, because for all your challenge and talk, you can do squat about it bitch.”

His not warmed skin began to mark quickly.

“Yes Ma’am.  Thank you, Ma’am”

I pull down the cane, and rubbed my hand over his ass, cupping his balls and pulled downward while his cock strained against the wooden horse.

“Thank you, Ma’am” he groaned.

I spread his butt cheeks painfully wide and spit.

“Dirty cunt.  You don’t want it rough, you just want to be used”

“No… “ he began and my finger slipped into his ass and started roughly moving in it, “yes…”

I laughed and removed my finger.

“Seems like my little slut is actually a dog in heat”

I grabbed a collar and leash and put it on him.

“There we go.”

I released him from the horse, pulled him by the neck, by the lead, making him stumble back towards me and then pressed against the back of his knees, forcing him to kneel.

“Kiss the boots doggy”  He bent to kiss them and as he became prone, I moved away forcing him to scramble on his knees to follow, unable to get upright.

“Let’s go for a walk”

“Fuck”  He exclaimed and I brought my boot up to his neck and pressed down.  His face crushed to the floor, spitting angry.

“I thought you liked rough?  You’re just a fucking pussy though, aren’t you?”

“No!”  he exclaimed and I raised my foot and brought it back down on his pretty face.  Tears welled in his eyes again.  Tears of frustration.

“Pussy, did you have something to say?”

“No Ma’am” He said through gritted teeth.

I removed my foot and dragged him a few more feet.

I picked up some lipstick and put it on him, his head twisting to avoid it, smearing it all over his face.  “Pretty slut” and I slapped him again.

I yanked up is collar and he struggled to find a crouch.  “Get up you stupid slut”

He opened his mouth to complain and shut it again.

“Slut is learning”

I grabbed some lube and a wooden chair this time, bending him over the back of it.  He relaxed a bit.  I prepped myself but not him.

“Wouldn’t want to be too gentle with my man-pussy” I said and he tensed as I placed the strap on to the entrance of his ass.  “Tell me you want it”

He laughed.

I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard.  “Arrrrgh!”

“Tell me”

“I want it”
“Beg for it”

“I don’t fucking BEG”

I reached around and slapped his cock peeking through the back of the chair.

“AAAAH”

I squeezed his balls and did not release.

“Please- give- it- to- me----”

“Why?”

“because I’m a dirty little whore Ma’am”

“Why?

“Because I thought I could take it and I can’t and you win, please just do it”

I released his balls and started fucking his ass, easing into it, gaining momentum.  I reached from behind to stroke his cock.  He didn’t take long to cum and still I stroked and rocked his ass. I milked and milked, and he began to cry.

“What do you say slut?”

“No.”

“What do you say?”

And on and on it went, his pride warring with his pain until he called it; gasping, slobbering, sobbing.

“Uncle.”

Beauty Of Negative Space by Tab

Beautiful Negative Space

In art, negative space is the space between objects.

We are in a large airy room. I am bent over a winged back chair. My chest is pressed down against the top. My hips are back and my butt is pushed out slightly.

I am nicely dressed. I am in dark fine wool suit pants, a brown leather belt and a white twill cotton shirt, a long maroon tie with paisleys hangs around my neck. I wear dark socks and excellent black leather shoes.

I am not sure why I have done this. Assumed this position. You did not ask me to.  Couples are dancing together downstairs in the main ballroom. I can hear the string quartet. You came upstairs and I followed. We stood together at the top of the stairs for a minute  and then I walked over to this chair and leaned over it as I am.

You said nothing. In fact you have said almost nothing to me about positions and how I should place myself before you except on that day we met. That day, after I had turned away to watch an event, you tapped me on the shoulder and whispered "turn and face me." That was all you said.

You haven't asked for my attention since and yet I can't give enough of it.

Yet you haven't ignored me. Even now after I took this foolish position, for some unknown reason, you walked over and ran your fingertips over the back of my neck for a few moments and then stepped away. You seemed amused, I hoped you might be grinning. I could only feel you leave.

Now I am here and impatient. I want to say something. I almost whisper out loud. "Is this what you want?"

You remain quiet though your presence, what I can feel of it, seems immense, even frightening.
There's so much space and distance.

I imagine you sitting in a chair  behind me. Waiting. Watching. Or maybe you've walked downstairs, and have found another dance partner. But after many long minutes you are at my side again and you run your hand gently over my shoulder, and down my arm as though you're caressing me. I feel crowned,  excited, a happiness breaking through me until I realize....until it occurs to me that your touch seems more about straightening the fabric of my shirt than a caress. You're such a stickler for appearance and order. I feel your foot touch mine and nudge my legs further apart opening me like I so want to be opened and I tremble again, but you step back (and I can't help then but think your intent nothing more than a whim.)Then you are gone again from our space, or so it seems, and I wonder if you've left.

I want to turn around and look this time, to see the expression on your face, but that might violate a rule that seems to exist, some unspoken expectation that holds me here, brought me here, that has me bound down, bent over and silent. The silence becomes almost terrible, it is both soft and promising, foreboding, and threatening, threatening to never end. But to break it might be to break something tender that may exist, that might be rising between us, that I want, that I need, that I cling to.

I can not help myself and I start to look back but stop. I start to speak but stop. Silence, agitation. Perhaps you looked me over and decided it wasn't right, that it wasn't time. The thought breaks through me as if I'd been pricked with a thousand pins. I hold to it, embrace the sharp dread of that potential wound that is mixed with a throbbing excitement that thickens me.  I yearn for you though I barely know you.

For several long minutes my eyes are closed. You return and hover near. I want you to take my belt off,  pull my pants down, and strike me, wound me, break this fever that is  overheating and burning me up. But you come and touch me.. very gently, almost too kindly...raise me and say, "Why don't you go home now and get some sleep."

Lesson Part 11 by Anonymous

LESSON  - Part II

Hands on my hips I watch as she drops to her hands and knees, crawling
toward you slowly. You're watching her, the weights hanging from her
nipples, swaying as she crawls, eyes on your cock as she licks her lips
in anticipation. Kneeling in front of you she opens her mouth and
swallows your hard cock in one movement, her nose against your belly as
she begins to suck and lick at you, head bobbing back and forth as she
takes you down her throat again and again.

"Oh fuck... Mistress please, it's been so long. Let me cum, I beg you."
you shudder, every muscle in your body tense as you try to fight it off,
voice full of the pain of denial, brow already beaded with sweat.

"No, this is my game, we play by my rules. The longer it takes her to
make you cum, the more lenient I'll be with you, and the harsher on
her." I answer unsympathetically, climbing onto the bed as you watch,
leaning back against the headboard, legs spread, one knee raised, foot
on the bed, affording you a perfect view of my pussy.

My words seem to encourage her even more, make her hungrier for the
taste of your cum and she begins to groan loudly as she sucks at you, a
vibration you can feel as she deepthroats you. Closing your eyes
tightly, you grimace, fighting it, trying to hold it off, moaning,
swearing, making incoherent sounds. When you open your eyes it's to see
me fingering my clit, the other hand on my breast, fingers squeezing the
nipple roughly, twisting it.

You're powerless to look away as I slide my finger into my wet
throbbing hole, hips squirming on the bed as I watch another female
sucking my cock, my property. Eyes half closed with desire I bring my
finger, glistening with my own moisture, to my mouth, sucking it clean.

"Oh God! Ahhh fuck......" your body convulses as you shoot your hot
load down her throat, cumming so long and hard you nearly choke her with
it. "I'm sorry Mistress, I'm sorry." you nearly sob the words, eyes
holding mine as you continue to shiver in the aftermath.

I merely smile, watching as she swallows every drop of your cum, licks
you clean, and returns to her slave pose, eyes on the floor.

"Hmmm, I think perhaps you deserve equal punishment." I finally say
long moments later, getting up, dragging her to her feet by her hair.
Finding another pair of restraints in the armoire, I attach her to
another set of chains beside you so that she is also facing the bed.
Riding crop in hand I walk back around in front of you, noticing that
your cock is still semi-hard, I caress it with the tip of the crop
teasingly.

"Did you enjoy having my cock in another slave's mouth pet?" I ask,
sliding it up over your stomach and chest, slapping it lightly against a
nipple.

"Yes Mistress."

Moving over to her I do the same, first caressing her with the crop,
then slapping her nipple with it. "And did you enjoy having my cock in
your mouth whore?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you." she answers softly, still licking her lips,
tasting you.

"You're welcome slave." I smile, walking away, toward the door. "I'll
be back in a moment with punishment for you both, don't go anywhere." I
laugh softly, opening the door and leaving.

Chained there it seems like hours to you both before you hear the door
open again, but actually it's only been a few minutes. You look over
your shoulder to see me enter the room with a man wearing blue jeans and
a black t-shirt, his blonde hair just long enough to brush his
shoulders, eyes a piercing blue. He looks right past you to the female
who gasps softly when she sees him.

"Master?" she asks in disbelief as he walks past you toward her.

"Hello little one." his fingers slowly trail down her upraised arm and
exposed ribs.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, shivering from his touch, sighing
as he moves away to stand by the bed, smiling at her wickedly.

"You didn't think I was going to miss out on all this fun did you
slave?" he chuckles softly, holding out a hand to me which I take.
Pulling me closer, his free hand covers my breast as he lowers his head
to kiss me playfully.

"Sonofabitch!" I hear you say loudly, and turn to watch as you struggle
uselessly.

"What's the matter slave?" I ask coolly, my hand on his chest, moving
slowly lower.

"Don't do this......please." you beg roughly, still pulling at the
restraints that bind you.

"Why not? And stop that."

Standing still now you answer, eyes holding mine. "Because I can't
stand to watch, please Mistress." your voice soft again, yet desperate,
full of pain.

"But I watched as she sucked your cock and made you cum. This is no
different than that." I answer sensibly, snuggling closer to him as his
hand covers my ass, stroking, pulling me firmly against his side.

"Yes, and what's good for the goose...." he begins the phrase then
stops when his mouth covers mine in a hot, passionate kiss that makes my
knees weak. I cling to him as his hands wander over me roughly,
restlessly, both of us breathing hard when he finally raises his head.

Eager now, extremely aroused, I nearly rip his shirt off over his head,
hands going next to the buttons on his jeans, undoing three of them and
pushing them down over his hips, taking underwear with them, backing
away as he bends over to remove the rest. I hear her moan softly, a
whimper of protest as he takes a step toward me almost threateningly.

"How do you want it?" he asks, hard cock jutting straight out from his
body, drawing my gaze like a magnet as I feel moisture trickle down my
thigh.

"I feel like a bitch in heat tonight, let's fuck doggiestyle." I answer
with a very naughty grin, turning to climb onto the bed on my hands and
knees, giving the two of you a perfect view from the side as he crawls
onto the bed behind me.

"Ooo yeah," he says as he runs his fingers over my wet pussy. "I do
love a woman who gets soaking wet the way you do my dear."

Wiggling my ass at him I tremble, groaning as he shoves two fingers
into my hot throbbing fuck hole only to pull them out again and shove
his long hard cock in instead, ramming it home with one hard stroke.

"Oh yes, fuck yes!" I scream, bucking back against him as he begins to
fuck me hard and fast, slamming into me, balls slapping my pussy.

I turn to look at the two slaves as we bump and grind into each other
like animals on the bed. Her head hangs down, hair obscuring her face,
but I see her shoulders shaking as she sobs, refusing to watch. Then I
look at you, our eyes locking across the distance as you struggle,
pulling at the chains, your wrists rubbed raw by the leather restraints.

Your eyes are wild, lips drawn back in a snarl, and I know that if you
were to get loose you'd tear him apart like a rabid wolf for daring to
even touch me, let alone this. The thought makes me shudder, moaning
loudly as my body tenses, spasming uncontrollably, the muscles in my
pussy clamping down on him as I cum.

"Oh God... I'm cumming!" I scream as it crashes over me, sobbing
incoherent words as I feel him stiffen, shooting his hot load deep into
me as he groans, shuddering, my pussy clenching him, milking the cum
from his cock.

We collapse onto the bed in a sweaty, heavy breathing heap, not moving
for a long moment. Finally he props himself up on an elbow and smiles at
me.

"Do you think they understood the lesson here?"he asks, reaching out to
brush the hair away from my face.

"I certainly hope so."

"How we sometimes have to suffer feelings of jealousy to fulfill their
fantasies, and that it's only fair that they do the same for us on
occassion?" his eyes on her as he speaks, she raises her head, meeting
his eyes, her love and devotion for him laid bare.

"I think they understand." I answer, smiling at you, knowing from your
expression that it's hard for you to accept. But also knowing that you
will because you know you belong to me, and that I, in a different way,
also belong to you, and no one else.

Confession by Heather Part 2

"Well, if it is that tight, how about you take it off?" She sat down on the little bench in the dressing room. I grinned. "A show in the sex shop, huh? I'm still a little in shock that you are actually here." I took a deep breath and tried to undo the pins from the holes, but like before failed miserable. "This thing doesn't like me." She motioned me closer with her finger. I took a step forward and she unhooked the top pins, exposing my breasts. "Those are my boobs, don't you forget it." She stood up and pushed me against the wall. She leaned in closer and whispered into my ear "Let's get this show on the road shall we?"

End of part one.

I gulped. "Right here?" She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with that, my girl?" For a split second, I contemplated nodding. But she was here, there was absolutely no reason to say I had an issue with it. So I told her the one "No" I would probably ever get to tell her. She smiled at me. "Good girl." She unhooked the other pins, removing the corset from me completely. She traced a finger down my chest, between my breasts and I wondered if the approval sound was coming from her or me.

When she leaned in closer and her lips made contact with mine, I thought I would melt into a puddle right then and there and as her tongue explored my mouth I knew for sure I was going to die right then and there. Her hands cupped my breasts and as she bit on my lower lip, she pinched my nipples between her thumb and finger. "Now tell me my girl, how happy are you to see me?" I grinned like a big idiot. "Very happy, it is utterly confusing, but very happy." She grinned. "Good." She lowered her head and bit down hard on one of my nipples and I could feel my panties getting soaked. A moan escaped my throat and I could feel myself blushing fiercly. "You seem to be enjoying this!" I nodded and squirmed as her tongue circled my nipple again, sucking it in every now and then. "Lets see how much you'll enjoy this then."

Her nails scratched down my stomach, leaving red welts, and as she got nearer towards my pants, my breathing got heavier. She unbottened my jeans and grabbed hold of my hand, gently guiding it inside my panties. "Touch yourself." She let go of my hand and sat back down on the bench. I ran a finger through my wet folds, before I started circling my clit ever so slowly. "Are you wet my girl?" I nodded. "Don't nod. Tell me. Again. Are you wet my girl?" I whispered a "yes Mistress" back. She smiled. "How wet?" I blushed more. "I think that ocean that is between us, is now in my pants or something." She laughed. "That's a whole lot of wetness. I am not sure if I believe that."

She got up from the bench and removed my hand from my pants. Her left hand ran through my hair, grabbing it as she pulled my head back. "Guess I will have to check on that myself, won't I then?" I started to nod, then quickly said, "yes Mistress." Her right hand moved inside my panties, and I gasped as her fingers ran through my wet folds. "Oh my, you did not lie! I am pleased." My clit was throbbing. I wanted so badly for her to touch it. "These pants need to come off. Now." I wiggled my way out of them, all the while her fingers were still moving through my wetness. "Much better." She let go of my hair, and as her mouth once again found mine, she moved her fingers inside of me, as her thumb circled around my clit. When she finally did touch it I thought I'd explode right then and there. My heart was pounding in my chest and a "fuck yes" left my mouth. She instantly removed her fingers from me. "You can come, when you want, this once, but you know what to say. I want to hear it loud and clear. Do you understand me my girl?" Her fingers moved in and out of me again and I muttered a "yes Mistress."

"You know. With that little turbo vibrator of yours, it won't be as easy next time. I will enjoy teasing you. Denying you. You're a very lucky girl today." Her fingers slipped out of me, focusing only on my clit now. "Come for me, my girl." And I did. I said the words she wanted to hear. Or tried to as best as I could, between gasping for breath and trying to stay on my feet. She removed her fingers from my pants and kisses me. "Well done my girl." I smiled up at her, "Thank you Mistress." She laughed. "Look at us. Get yourself decent. You have some toys to pay for. And then we will see how many times I can use them on you today."

The end.

LImericks by Bebop!

There once was a sub named
Kornet
Whom many of you I'm sure
have met
His accent's exotic
Finds horses erotic
And will hurt himself on voice,
you can bet


There once was a Lady named
Nej
From New York, or so she'll
allege
At events she'll show
With Patrick in tow
And if she gets bored she might
make him edge


There once was a Lady named
Crissy
Who rarely gets grumpy or
pissy
For her, subs all kneel
And are brought to heel
Or risk ending up as a si


There once was a lady named
Fallen
Upon whom all her friends
could count on
Since she collared dark
We've heard him remark
"Though I love her, I wish she'd
lube her Strap-on"


There once was a lady named
Persephone
Who hosts trials and punishes
Felonies
A teacher, quite strict
And hard to predict
Bad behaviour you'll find she
can remedy


There once was a lady named
Gabrielle
For whom many boys and girls
fell
Her weekly mingle
Gives us all a tingle
But mock her accent and you'll
be in hell