Confession by Heather

It took one notecard to establish a connection.

It took one eight hour conversation to find what I had lost within me.

It took one weekend for my smile to appear every time your name popped up in my window.

It took one week of holding back nothing. Pouring my heart out and listen to your story.

It took one month for me to realize how much I wanted to be yours.

It took two months before I was, undoubtedly, yours.

It took three months for the walls to crumble down.

It took four months to completely destroy my faith in you.

I feel as if I gave you a part of me, that now lingers in nothingness.

I feel as if I trusted you, way before I even truly knew I could.

I feel as if a part of me is missing and I cannot phantom the words to describe what it is.

I feel as if I have no right to be angry, no right to be disappointed and no right to be hurt.

But I am. You shook me to my very core. You said yourself, we had only just begun. We would take our time.

I feel like every time I gather up the courage to go down this road, there are roadblocks preventing me from exploring what lays ahead.

I know I will wait, because I want an answer.

I want to know that my faith in you, was not a mistake.

I want to know that my trust in you has not been breached.

I want to know that you still want me.

Because right now, at this very moment, I feel unwanted and used. I have been there too many times. I cannot go down that road again.

There are people who say that Second Life is just a game. If that is true, why does it feel as if with every passing day, my heart gets torn to shreds a little bit more? People are clueless.

Because if Second Life is a game, I think I just lost.

Wonder Boy and Mistress Electric Go To Target

They were sitting at the table, eating breakfast.  He was eating a bowl of healthy bran cereal and watching her dunk a cake donut into her second cup of coffee.  He read all the health articles on Google Reader and prided himself on his regiment. And he told her so. He began by reciting the sugars in your average donut and the detrimental effects to your system of eating too much sugar, especially to a woman her age.  He continued talking, quite pleased with himself, when he noticed it: the trigger.  One moment she was there, looking at him patiently, thoughtfully chewing. The next, the air changed, her eyes darkened, and he knew it had… triggered.  He spoke more rapidly, backtracking, trying to find the spot where he went wrong, but knew, deep in his heart, that there was no going back.  He continued to babble until she put her hand over his mouth and said: "Get dressed. I need to go to Target."

Then he was pushing the cart behind her through Target, maintaining a distance of two feet, as she had told him to do.  He concentrated intently on the back of her head. The cake donut was stuffed in his mouth. He was trying hard not to salivate or swallow, his face on fire knowing he was being stared at, feeling people give him a second look.  Some even had tried to be funny: “Hey, that must be a nice donut you got there."  To which she would stop and reply: “Why, yes, it is a nice donut I have there, thank you very much for noticing."  The look of puzzlement and confusion would have made him laugh under normal circumstances, but, since meeting her, nothing was normal.  She didn't have to tell him not to eat the donut or remove it from his mouth; he was smart enough to figure that part out.  Why he hadn't been smart enough to not get himself in this predicament to begin with was something he'd have to work out later.

She was reading the back of shampoo bottles, trying to remember which one would give her cancer, when her brow arched, hearing a soft "plop.”  She turned, looked down, and blinked.  On the floor was half a cake donut.  Slowly her eyes moved upwards ‘til they met the boy's.  The look of terror and dismay written on his face was pleasing. She dropped the bottle of shampoo in the cart and simply said: "Eat it.”  He chewed and swallowed the donut remaining in his mouth, and looked at her.  She shook her head, and looked down.  He sighed, bent over, picked up the other half off the floor. With a grimace, he shoved it in his mouth and ate it.

They were at a party.  She was wearing leather pants, the highest, sharpest pair of heels he had ever seen, and those damn pieces of electrical tape over her nipples.  He wanted to rip them off with his teeth.  He was standing in the kitchen naked while she rummaged in a Target shopping bag.  She was saying that everyone was supposed to bring a dish to eat and she needed to get hers ready.

"Do be a good girl and get the serving plate ready for me."  The girl she was speaking to nodded and reached for him, wrapping her hand around his cock and stroking it.  She was smiling at him, her eyes twinkling, and he wondered what this had to do with serving platters. She was pretty, soft in all the right places.  He didn't need much help. He was hard immediately.  He didn't understand any of this until he felt the first Ettenman's chocolate donut slide down the length of his cock.  A second and third one followed quickly.

She stood back and admired her handiwork.  Smacking him on the ass, hard, she ordered him through the door.

"Go see if anyone is hungry, boy, and those donuts had better not fall on the floor."

He walked through the doorway, and wanted to die.  The room was crowded.  A few looked at him as he walked around, one man shaking his head no and telling him to move along.  He heard a "Stop!"  He stopped, and,  moving in front of him, were two men.  One was dressed in some sort of leather cat suit, with high heeled leather boots with neon pink lacings.  The other had on a pair of leather hot pants and combat boots.  The first nudged the smaller man and said:  "Get Daddy a donut. I’m hungry.”  He blinked, not understanding why the smaller man was kneeling until he saw that his hands were handcuffed behind his back.....

He could hear her laughter from across the room.

Story by Hans

He had been led into the room and undressed an hour earlier by a female assistant.  The only glimpse of his surroundings was that which he stole before the blindfold was placed over his eyes.  The calming feeling of the satin to his skin was the only thing offsetting the nervousness in his body.  He knew he was in Her play area, but he didn't know the plan for the evening.  He removed what clothing he had on and was strung up.  Hands above head and spread out to the sides.  He wasn't going anywhere.  He heard the assistant below him applying the spreader bar and leaving quietly.  Before turning out the light, she couldn't help but quip, “Don't go anywhere.”

    It was a half hour later that he heard the next sound.  He couldn't see the light turned on, but he could feel the energy as She entered the room.  Her shoes hitting the cold ground.  Were they heels?  Boots?  Those were the thoughts racing through his mind before he got that first whiff of her.  Her shampoo...he had only seen her once before, but he had the picture of her hair burned in his mind.  Full and flowing, much like the dress She wore that first night.  He knew instantly where he belonged.  She came close behind him, grazing Her frame against his bare body, “Have you enjoyed your stay so far, Hans?”
    He nodded quickly, involuntarily, “Yes, Mistress.”  
    She parted her lips to speak, the subtle noise her moist lips made sent a tremor down his spine.  Still pressed to him, she could feel it.  “Oh my, someone either must be very nervous or very excited.”
    “Both, Mistress.”
    “Do you know why you're here?”
    “You said you wished to begin my training.”
    She nodded and moved around in front of him.  Trailing Her gloved hand around his waist to the front.  Watching him squirm just a little against the spreader.  He was clearly getting more excited being there.  A throbbing becoming noticeable.
    “You're going to learn to control that.  No one gave you permission for that.”
    “Yes, Mistress.  I'm sorry.  It's just my first time with you.”
    Cupping his chin a little as She pulled it to level with Her eyes.  He couldn't see through the blindfold, but he could still feel Her gaze.
    “Do you know why I picked you out of the many that messaged Me?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    He could hear Her weight shift from one side to the other...giving a single click of Her heel, “I picked you because you said you wanted to be molded...you said you wanted to please.”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Do you know what it takes to please Me?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    “I require a certain type of slave.  I require someone who understands that they are for my pleasure first and foremost.  That they get their pleasure only through the full pleasure of Me.  But it's much more than that.”
    “Like what, Mistress?”
    “Your body for instance.  It's all well and good for your mind to learn to obey.  But your body will as well.”
    “How, Mistress?”
    “I will train you.  I don't just want control over what you can control...what you can say or do.  I want control over that which you have no control.  I will make it so even your involuntary responses are because of me.  Everything you feel...experience...all those electrons of data that pass through your brain will be because of Me, understood?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “You'll react the way I wish when you're touched.  You'll know what certainly touches mean...tones mean.  You, too, will learn how to read My body language as well.  That's how I get pleasure...that's how I get pleased.  Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Good boy.  Then we will start.”

To be continued.

Out Of The Ordinary by Sillien

This story is dedicated to Ms. Susannah Clary,
Who has extended her hand to me,
And allowed me to accompany her for a time.
I am humbled to be allowed to be with her.


Every weekday Simon would get a text telling him to unlock the door and await Mistress' arrival. Sometimes he would be there for five minutes. Others as much as thirty. He would kneel there, hands behind his back, eyes gazing down at the floor in front of him. Every second would be filled with the expectation of seeing her again.

Eventually the doorknob would twist. She would enter the foyer, close the door behind her, and walk into his field of vision. He would be allowed a few moments to gaze on her heels before a finger would slip under his chin and lift his head up. Mistress would smile, and so would he.

She would point to her heels and say "You may kiss them, pet." He would smile a little more and bend over to worship his mistress' shoes with deep and tender kisses. A snap of her fingers a minute later was his signal to kneel up again. "Come get me out of these clothes." She walked to the bedroom with him following behind where he would help her slip into something more comfortable. This usually just meant sweatpants, or shorts when the weather was warmer, but it was a ritual that he looked forward to every day.

This day was a little different. The text came much later than it usually did. There had been no mention of dinner earlier, so he assumed that she was bringing something, though she would often tell him if that was the case. Most curious.

The doorknob turned. Her heels clicked on the tiles. She closed the door behind her and stood in front of him as she usually did. This time, though, she began digging through her purse. The boy tended to have a very expressive face, and he was struggling to not show his confusion at this diversion from the usual routine.

The rustling stopped, and she dropped it right in front of him. It hit the tile with a plop. He knew what it was. It took him a moment to accept it. They had talked about this many times. Talked about how much it turned them on. Talked about how it would happen one day. When he woke up this morning Simon did not imagine that this would be the day he would be staring at a used condom pulled from his mistress' purse.

Usually he was given permission to kiss her heels when she walked in. Today she tapped her foot on the tile and commanded him with just the word "Kiss." Simon bent over and placed his lips on the toe of her shoe. His chin hovered less than an inch from the condom. Every now and again it scraped against it. He smell the two of them. There was no question that this had been inside his mistress. Her scent was unmistakable to him.

A typical day would have him down here for a minute. Two at the most. He had been doing this for five. If he had been allowed to look up, he would have been terrified by the most wicked grin he had ever seen on her face. His submission meant even more to her right now. Him knowing what she had just done. Knowing that she had taken another man to bed, and dropped proof of it right in front of his face. Flaunting it. Telling him that yes, she can and will do that, and he will still kneel before her and worship at her feet.

"Stop," she ordered, and he knelt up. "Take off my coat," she said, and he stood up and complied. "Come," and she walked into the bedroom with him close behind. She stretched her arms out, signaling him to slip off her suit jacket. Then her blouse. Her skirt and all the rest. She lifted her feet up one at a time and he knelt down and slid her heels off. Stripped of all but her stockings, she strolled over to her reading chair in the corner of the room.

She sank into the chair and stretched her feet out, curling them upwards. A snap of her fingers and a point was enough to tell Simon to get on his knees. His lips pressed against the balls of her feet, and she folded her hands behind her head and sighed. The sight of him lovingly kissing at the bottoms of her stockinged feet made her grin. The kisses were as tender as they had always been. Perhaps even deeper than before. This time he could steal a glance at her face. That smile...she knew. She knew that she could do this to him. Lay with another man. Come back home. Have him yearning to submit to her. That wicked, teasing smile. She knew he belonged to her.

After a few minutes of that she pulled away and spread her legs, tapping a finger on her pussy lips. Simon leaned in. It had probably been an hour, no more than two, since another man had been inside her. He began kissing his mistress' lips. Softly at first. His mind snapped back to the condom on the floor. The used condom, glistening on the outside with her juices, filled on the inside with her lover’s. The kisses became longer. Slower. His tongue slid up and down, massaging her. He thought of that cock, pumping in and out of her, and how tired she might be down here. That cock, thrusting. Filling and stretching her. Oh, this poor, tired pussy. He worked his tongue in. Softly. Barely pressing as he eased against her walls. Walls that had just recently been parted in the throes of passion. His desire to please this woman and submit to her was as great as it had ever been.

She laid a hand on the top of his head. Pulled him in. Wanting more. Her thighs closed in around his head. Her foot brushed against his fully erect cock, the nylon sliding over that sensitive skin. Simon's tongue started to move faster. His lips pressing up against her pussy’s. Her hips starting to gyrate. She whispered one command to him.”

“Edge.”

His fingers wrapped around his cock. With each lap of his tongue he stroked. The thought of that other man thrusting only helped push him further. Now both of her hands were on his head. Her hands and thighs were like a vice pressing in on him as her hips moved. She bit her lip. Gasps escaped her. The tip of his tongue found her clit and started rubbing it. His lips starting sucking on it. Gasps turned into little yelps, with moans sprinkled in here and there. His own passion reached the edge, moaning himself right into mistress’ pussy. He was so close to erupting, right then and there.

Right until she whispered, “Stop.”

His hand dropped immediately, his passion denied. Doing that to him right now had her screaming...writhing...cumming all over his face. She kept his head there as her panting died down, rubbing her hands over his head. “Get into my bed,” she said. She let herself cool down for just a minute before sliding in next to him. Putting her arm around him and clutching him to her, the big spoon to his little spoon. Simon turned his head around to see her smiling again, but not that grin she had before. No, this smile was warm. It was loving. She slid her hand over his cheek, brought her lips to meet his, and they lay there kissing for a very long while before the couple fell asleep.

The End

I Feel So Pretty by Kirby

I Feel Pretty...Oh So Fucking Pretty (my story to satisfy punishment)



Saturday morning, and my Hello Kitty alarm clock burst into a melodic greeting to start my day. Two size thirteens hit the floor, and I gave Kitty a slap on the head to silence her invitation. My hands reached for the sky as I stretched out the sleep. The pointer on my hand pressed the silver power button on my way to the bathroom, and the music began. "Good morning you hot piece of man meat!", it was my standard greeting to myself in the mirror. Time to brush my teeth, and as I did, a nice beat came over the stereo. My hip started to cock to the side...left and right. A Night at the Roxbury had nothing on me.

I finished up my hygienic duties, and perused my closet for the threads of the day, but what to wear? "Gosh, I feel especially pretty today.", and my eyes landed on the perfect ensemble. Yes! My yellow dress. It was so beautiful, and showed off my legs to boot. Oh yes, this was a yellow dress day. Quickly, I slipped it on and instantly felt like a million bucks. No, it wasn't couture, but it was freaking YELLOW. How could that be wrong? I checked my profile to ensure I didn't need to add some spanks, but all was looking good. I went to add some plaid boxers underneath, but hesitated. To my Hello Kitty clock I said "I have such a great idea Kitty! I will go commando in my beautiful dress and hang out at the subway. Yes, right next to the hot dog vendor. Surely nothing could go wrong. I have the best ideas EVER!".

I could never describe the freedom of freeballin in my yellow dress. It was liberating. My feet were dancing instead of walking. I sang out my words as I greeted those I passed. Everyone was looking at me. They were SO jealous. I just knew it. The destination was reached, but I would not go down the stairs. That lighting was no good to show off the brilliance of my attire. Nope, I was staying above ground next to Habib the hot dog vendor. He kept pushing his cart away, but that was simply due to his insecurity about being so close to my beauty. I worked my corner like a two dollar hooker with ambition. I greeted folks as they headed down the stairs with a prom queen wave, and a chirpy voice. However, they ignored me! Couldn't they see how pretty and awesome I am? Were they all gripped by the green monster of jealousy in my presence?

I needed to be noticed. Just one word that would validate my pretty existence. Was it so much to ask? My mood was crashing. The only thing I could think to do was drop by the Chin Hinko Bath House. For $50 they would tell me anything I wanted to hear. I was nearing the sidewalk, and soon froze in place as I felt the hot rush of air lifting my beautiful dress like parachute. My knees went together, and hands tried to force the dress down. Everyone stopped and stared at me. Finally! I blew kisses to them all and even got my photo taken by tourists. Validation finally happened for me. I know I held that pose for at least five minutes. It could have gone longer, but there was a very menacing man in uniform coming towards me. Thank goodness I wore my Nikes. My feet sprinted back home where I would survive my own beauty for another day. Who knew what tomorrow would bring?

Famous Last Words by Kirby

Famous Last Words

(This story is to meet our group punishment)

We were just kneeling around, as subs do. The Ladies were occupied with deep conversations. They all seemed so enlightened, and just could not be bothered with the boys. Being the good boys that we are, there was no way we could allow boredom to slip in. The Ladies looked so content in each other's company. I just knew they wouldn't notice. I turned to steven and jarrod and said "I have an idea." Steven said "Are you thinkin what I'm thinkin?". Jarrod filled in the missing link, "Boys night out!". It had to be done.

We slipped out to go don our finest clothing. It was a night for a seedy bar and being in the company of vanilla women. It was a time that briefly our egos could come out to play. This was going to be super cool. We were twitterpated with excitement for the night. Jarrod said, "We are so cool and nice. The women will be all over us! I think I will find me a brunette.". Steven chirped, "We can poll shark them too with our mad pocket skills. Just think of all the money and girls we can get.". I nodded excitedly, "Hells yeah, and I am totally gonna booze it up and then grab some ass. Girls love that shit.". Yes, the further we got away the more the evil Lollygagger curse took us over. We did not even realize that is was creeping into us.

Back at the Dominion, the Ladies were so, so deep into the topic of Quantitative Domination and the side effects of FemDom Radiation. Lady Eva cocked up and eyebrow as She looked around. She noticed something was missing. It was distracting to Her, but She could not put Her finger on it.

The three wise men had arrived at the old Liquor and Leave Bar. They tossed the door open and a dramatic fog followed them inside. Jarrod was adjusting himself like a gangsta. Steven licked his fingertips and smoothed out his eyebrows like a pimp. I squeezed some extra hold gel into my hand and ran a fresh layer of hair gel into my hair like.....well like I always do. We were dressed to kill, and in unison we did the pretty boy swag right into a gaggle of chicks. Steven had pocketed Miss Fallen's official Dominion American Express and started ordering drinks for the whole bar. Jarrod hopped up on the pool table and started gyrating. He was using the ole' Magic Mike to seduce the vanilla girls. I stripped off my shirt to tempt the girls into cheap feels and offered kisses for $1 each. We were drunk in our egos and the finest vodka.

Lady Eva sprang up mid discussion and shouted "Sound the alarms!". Oh yes, Her super powers were great. There was no mistaking the tell tale sign of nausea. When that hit, the Lollygagger was attacking their property.  Miss Fres called out "Suit up Ladies!". Miss Fallen was receiving the bank fraud alert for the credit card usage on Her cell phone, so they knew were the attack was going down. Pussy Venom to the rescue! They cranked up their Harley and put a few Bondage Ranch boys in the bitch seat as bait.

Meanwhile, back at the Liquor and Leave Bar, the boys were in all sorts of compromising positions. Jarrod was lying across several girl's laps and being fed bar peanuts. Steven was grinding into his dance partner while smacking her ass. His British hoots and hollers were driving the girls crazy with lust. My pants were unzipped, and a botox lipped beauty was on her way down. The Dominion was just a faded memory. A sudden crash through the door stopped the whole bar from activity. More than a dozen women in purple leather jackets and mirrored aviators had crashed through the front wall. We were too deep in our egos to bother too much. We did not even recognize the Ladies. All I heard was was Jarrod grumble "Female drivers, pshhhh.". We tried to go back to our dirty little activities, but the ray beams from the Ladies aviators had the girls frozen. We rose up in anger. I shouted "Hey! I was just about to get my knob polished by this trick!". Steven kept trying to smack dat ass, but his hand was repelled with a shock. "This is not fair! I need my ass smackery!" he cried out. Jarrod's mouth struggled like a fish out of water, "Food! I need food and ball tickling! I'm dying!". We were so consumed with our lust and debauchery that we had not realized the Ladies were now amongst us. They fired angry words at us. Lady Eva growled out "Useless." Miss Fallen snarled "Pathetic wastes." Miss Fres gritted Her teeth, "Disgusting.". Miss Summer was scribbling on a notepad, and the Judgery stepped up quickly pounding Her gavel on each boy's head. I remember just before blacking out, that the realization hit. It was the Dommes of the Dominion. They were the mysterious, and often misunderstood heroic Pussy Venom!

When we came to, we found ourselves bent over that pool table with asses bared. I could see it in the other boys faces. The familiarity coming back to us. The Ladies barked orders of not to cum as we took it up the ass. They were using the fabled Anti-Lollygagger Dildo guns on us. Every thrust made it feel as if a mass was being forced up our throats. The other Ladies cheered and hurled insults at us. All at once, we got our relief, but not in the form of an orgasm. That mass in our throats came up and each of us spewed up a big pile of bullshit. It evaporated quickly and I swear I heard a little voice call out "Damn you Pussy Venom! Foiled again!". Our asses were freed, and we each dropped to our knees in gratitude. We sang out, "Oh thank You Pussy Venom for saving us from the evil clutches of our egos! Please, please take us back to the Dominion!". Our leashes were promptly attached, and we were led back to the rides. We got in the bitch seats quite contently, and were taken home. Oh, they did hose us off. The stink of tramps was washed off. We joined the Lady Heroes for a courtyard discussion and we sparkled like we were brand new. The conversation got deep and Jarrod whispered, "Hey, I got an idea..."

Dominion Story by Soul

I looked around me... nothing but grassland and her tent could be see in the dim light of the evening. I stood shivering as the drizzle continued to envelope me making the thin material of the bra and panty set I adorned go opaque.... I felt helpless standing there, not knowing what exactly I was to be doing. “find a rock and sit on it” were my orders... None of the rocks I could make out in the gloomy surroundings were even close to resembling chairs.. I wandered round, trying to block out the muffled sounds coming from the tent. The tent I had erected single handedly as my Mistress and her man had sat in the car listening to music and laughing with each other. Oh for the warmth and coziness of that car now, but I already knew it was to be locked and I wouldn’t dare try to get in it even if it wasn’t. I stumbled around, more to try to keep warm than for any specific purpose... it didn’t seem as if there would be a rock I could sit on around here and although I knew I would be punished if I didn’t obey her every word, I felt disheartened, my heart at its lowest ebb. Since the moment I married my love, I knew my life would never be the same and indeed that proved correct and after being rather quickly turned into her toy, her slave, I at least felt that I was somewhere in my life that I belonged. I knew my place and was content and grateful to be by her side. Then,... a succession of lovers, all big men, strong and well endowed, I had no choice but to accept that this was my new life.  At the end of the night, I knew I would either be in her arms, by her feet or at least on the floor close to her beautiful statuesque body.
But now this camping trip. Oh, it sounded wonderful when she told me about it. I packed the bags and prepared for it eagerly. Only to find that I was to ride gagged and bound in the back seat as her new lover drove us out into the middle of nowhere... When we got to our destination, I was freed and told to put the tent up. I really should have known when she asked if I was sweating, I was going to be in trouble. One of those questions she is so good at, whatever I said would backfire, but I replied “Yes Mistress, I am working as hard and fast as I can for you” To which I was the told to strip to my undies as she didn’t want me to overheat...... I heard them both laugh then, his loud guffaws grating on me as I worked on hitting the pegs in place.
Suddenly my musings were disturbed as from nowhere I saw bright light... I looked around, the tent now illuminated. I see shadows silouetted against the fabric. I see my Mistresses busty form in an embrace... I sigh, then I notice something... between where I stood and the tent was a grassy patch, I had seen it earlier but not taken notice of it. Now I look and I see something there within the grass... I move towards it and the tent and discover a large flat rock, glistening with the wetness of the rain which wouldn’t cease.  The rock! Well at least I could do as I was instructed. I moved nearer and found to my surprise this wasn’t just any rock. It appeared to be formed in a way that sitting was only really possible in one direction, spikes coming out of it around the outside meant that facing the tent was my only option.
I sat...... and watched... at first saddened by the images in front of me. The rock close enough to the tent for me also to hear every word, every laugh...... every moan.... and finally every scream of delight my wife and Mistress uttered. Of course, by this time I was so turned on, even if I deep down resented it, I was trapped not only by her, but also my own desires. My little cock pressed hard against the confines of the chastity device as I watched mesmerised...
“PERVERT!!” those sometimes soft silky tones of my Mistress suddenly sounding shrill... “come in here and clean this mess out of me..... then you may sleep in the car if you do a good job” I blink, knocking droplets of rain from my lashes, and practically run to the tent,  my heart once again joyous, knowing I am loved and cherished and I eagerly pull the tent curtain aside to do my duty. Smiling to myself thinking the world is a wonderful place