Story 2 by Hans

He didn't dare move at all.  The spreader bar would not let him move much anyway as She continued with him.
    “Now we shall begin.  Do you know what we will begin with, boy?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    “How many times a day do you masturbate?  Be honest.  I will know.”
    He froze up just a bit by the tone of Her question.  He hadn't expected something this personal and embarrassing to get out right away.  He fumbled for a brief moment as his mind swam.  His arms still tied above him.  His eyes still blindfolded.  The scent of Her shampoo lingering so close to him was making it hard for him to focus.
    “I...uh...I...”
    It was sharp and swift.  Even though it was with Her hand, She was skilled enough to know how to make it hurt.  The sting awakened his body.  The fog in his mind was instantly clear.  She didn't even say anything after the hit.  The answer just flowed.
    “Twice a day, Mistress.”
    Her chuckle made him blush.  She came closer, the silk of her robe a poor disguiser of Her womanly form pressing back behind him.  Running Her hands down his body, over his stomach and on either side of his throbbing cock.  Her whisper drove weakness to his knees.  He gripped the cuffs above him to not show it.
     “My, my...healthy boy, aren't you?”
    She gave a playful slap to his bum this time and moved around in front of him.  After having been so close...touching him, She was able to go back to a tone that was matter-of-fact.
    “Have you ever heard of orgasm control, boy?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Do you know why the word 'control' is used and not just 'denial'?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    A slight smirk crossed Her lips.  One that could not be seen through his blindfold.  She again moved closer.  Pressing Her body in front of him this time, letting his arousal brush against the silk.
    “Unfortunately, to control your mind, boys tend to need this controlled as well.  And I will have your mind, understood?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Control is used because I could make you not orgasm at all.  Or I could make you orgasm five times without stopping.”
    A gasp escaped his lips.  Involuntary.  He instantly remembered an experience from some years earlier.  A girlfriend that would not stop for a few moments after his orgasm.  The sensitivity causing mind-numbing pain.   His gasp clearly pleased Her.  Her body instantly became warmer against his.  The control She gained by causing the reaction turned Her on.  Their bodies were in balance.  Hers the control, his the controlled.
    “I take it from your reaction you know just what happens when I keep going.”
    As She spoke, she gently grazed Her hand up his entire length.  Not giving enough for pleasure, but certainly giving enough contact to get what She wanted from him...another moan.
    His moan this time came in the form of an answer.  Breathy and weighted down only by the fog returning to his mind.  A different kind of fog...one that knew he was only to answer and react for Her.
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    Her fingers twirled from his stomach all the way up to his face.  Nurturing, comforting, but only so far as to let him know he'd still suffer for Her, but She would always put him back together.
    “There. There.  Don't worry, boy.  That can only happen if you orgasm.  And you won't be doing that for at least another week, now will you?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    “And just to make sure...”
    She drew a key from a necklace.  It was still warm from it's time against her bosom.  She ran it down along his cheek and down to his thighs.
    “You're going to learn how to work very hard for this key.”  
    With that, She pulled out the device...

Paddle Shopping by Casey

Paddle Shopping
by Casey Wildmist

Mistress and I were talking on skype, as we usually do, and the subject of toys came up. We talked about the things I already had and how we both enjoyed them, but Mistress mentioned a paddle, sending a thrill through me and making me start to squirm as only she can. After browsing a few web sites, I found a local bdsm shop that had a variety of paddles, sharing the link with Mistress. There was a thin wooden one that we both liked, so the plans were made for me to purchase one.

I was downtown one day, not far from that shop, so I stopped by and walked in. It's a small place, but nice, well lit and not seedy at all. As I was browsing the selection of paddles, I couldn't find the one I'd seen online. I talked to the clerk, a friendly young gay guy, and he said that paddle was out of stock due to it's popularity and it being just after Christmas. Guess some lucky boys and girls got a nice gift.

I left that shop and drove around a bit, my mind working overtime as I tried to remember where I'd seen adult stores all through the city, hoping to find one and a paddle that would make my Mistress happy. One shop didn't have any bdsm stuff, just sex toys and tons of dvds, the next few had some things, but no good paddles. Frustration and disappointment were setting in as I went from shop to shop, searching for the elusive paddle.

At last I found one final shop. When I walked in the guy behind the counter was talking to a couple, telling them about some kind of lotion guaranteed to turn a woman on instantly....
I wandered around a bit, checking out the small bdsm section in the shop....cuffs, gags, blindfolds...paddle!! Eureka!! I found one! It's black, a leather like surface and very firm. I happily went to the counter to pay for my new toy and the guy behind it grinned as he was ringing me up, commenting that it looked like someone was going to have fun. I think my blush gave away the fact that I was going to be on the receiving end.

I'm happy to say that my Mistress is happy with the paddle I bought after my adventures in paddle shopping, but any more information than that will have to wait for another confession.

Love Letter To Dominion by Steven

The Cupid Bear's, Love Letter to the Dominion with an element of crazy.

Dear Dominion,

I want you to know that since the day we met I've fallen deeply in love with you. There are no words to express the gratitude I feel in my heart that you came into my life, and how you make every day so special. You are my life, my heart, my everything. You are my best friend, my one true love, my one and only. I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I'll love you more tomorrow than I do today.

 You are the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Each moment that you and I spend together is so magical that I catch myself smiling in the courtyard for no reason at all. I thought that I would never find a love as strong as ours, but now that we've found each other I know that you are the place I want to spend the rest of my life in, the place i want to grow old in,

The D, you complete me. The world is a better place to be because of you. You make me feel normal. Thank you for giving me so much more than I ever could have wanted.

Just being in your presence makes me want to drop to my knees, How i long for your luscious green pastures and how the atmosphere feels whilst discussing an infinite amount of possibilities, The way the sun beams down and shines off the castle walls, warming everything in it's close proximity.

A day without you in my life is like a day without sunshine, a day without food, or a day without air. I need you when I’m cold to keep me warm; I need you in the rain to keep me dry; I need you in my life to keep me happy. You make me feel wonderful. Every moment spent together is another one of my dreams coming true.

I Love You Dominion

Steven x

The Therapist by Lady Dalia

The Therapist by Dalia Fermi
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My phone rang about 10am that morning.

“Miss Dalia?”

“yes?”

“It’s Benny. I need to see you, an emergency session.”

I sighed.  “I can squeeze you in at 4:45pm”

“But… but… you close at 5pm Ma’am”  he spluttered.

“I fail to see the problem Benny.  You seem to be under the delusion that your life and problems matter and somehow *laughs* you are more important than me.  Meet me then or not at all” I hang up the phone.

4:45pm.  4:50pm  4:58pm Benny arrives drunk at my door step.

“mish Dalia, I can explain” He said, his eyes taking in my legs and curves beneath a sweater set and fitted skirt, eyes remaining lowered, stopping at my high heels.

“You’re drunk Benny” I said letting him in.

Benny flushes, “erhm yes but…”

“You have 2 minutes.”  I start gathering up my paperwork and closing up my filing cabinet.

“Are you going to listen?” he whined.

“Stop being a child.  I can listen and work at the same time, you pathetic excuse for a man.”

“Yes Ma’am.” he paused and continued  “Well I had a dream.”

I look over at him and started shaking my head.  He flushes some more.

Benny and I had worked extensively on his delusions of masculinity and attractiveness.  Throughout our work he continually acted out his delusions with an unhealthy  obsession with me.  His dreams had been filled with visions romancing me,  having sex with me and most ludicrous, he believed in these dreams that I actually returned his misplaced affections.

“No, it was different this time!  I dreamt I was out on the street.”

I turned to look at him.  Benny was skinny in a awkward, geeky kind of way.  His hair wiry and red.  He looked at me expectantly.  I gave him a slow spreading smile.

“Benny you’ve had a breakthrough!” but still I shook a single pointing finger at him “You know the drill.  For anything of these break throughs to mean anything you have to assume a position that shows you fully understand.  Inside matching outside Benny” I said in a bit of a sing-song voice.

Benny got on all fours and I smiled kindly.  “Much better!  Tell me about the dream”

I continued to close up my office and he crawled around, following me, as he explained, “I was lying on the street not far from here.  I was drunk.”  I snorted and he blushed deeply.  “I had vomited all over myself and the sidewalk.  For some reason, I couldn’t move.”  He stopped speaking as I removed my sweater set to reveal a black satiny boned corset.

He gaped.  “Mish Dalia!  That’s not right!”  He gulped out, turning his head away slightly but could not avert his eyes.

I sighed again and then inhaled deeply, explaining as patiently as I could,” Benny you are such a disappointment.  This is simply a test.  If you really had truly realized your place as WORTHLESS in this world, you would not be reacting to my lingere.”  I slipped on a blazer, buttoned it up and looked for my pearls.

“if you’d only accept that you have no reason for existence, you would have eliminated all these internal conflicts and the pain upon rejection after rejection.  It’s only in fighting against these truths that you have a problem Benny.”

Benny looks down and nods fully abashed.  “Go on,” I prompted, grabbing my purse.

“Well that’s it” he said, as I walked to the door.

I reached out a well manicured hand to the brass door knob and paused, thinking.

“That’s it?  That is the emergency?”

Benny started to sweat now.  “yesh, Mish”

I opened the door.  “Follow me”


“But but but” he spluttered.

“Now.”

“But they’lll know!”

“Inside and outside, Inside and outside matching Benny.  How many times do I need to tell you Benny?” I said through gritted teeth.

Slowly he made his way through the door, outside to the front stoop of my decaying brownstone.  I make my office here so that I am closest to my loser clients.  Once an affluent area it is now filled with crackheads, whores, and their pimps.

Benny winced as his nostrils were assailed by the strong smell of urine, being closer to the ground than usual.

I lightly made my way down the steps, turning to him encouragingly. “Come along”

Benny eyed the group of men lounging in the empty lot adjacent to my building.

“Benny, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want”  I smiled and he took a deep breath and crawled.  We walked towards them and an older woman, aged by years on the street stepped forward.

“Good evening Miss Dalia!”

“Good evening Susan!  How’s business?”

“Just great!  I can’t keep up” she said rolling her eyes at the two homeless men behind her.  She laughed and revealed two missing front teeth.

Benny took in the vision of her, jaw dropping.

“I think you have another admirer here Susan”

Susan came forward raising her already tiny skirt, revealing a bald, sagging vagina, glistening with cum.

Benny started retching and made good his dream by throwing up.

I reached down, turned his face toward me and slapped him.

“Manners!  I think you need to make up for your rudeness to this hard working woman.”

Benny started crying. “Please Mish Dalia, no”

“Benny, what did I tell you about these reflexive responses?  You know they are only weak protestations echoing the bullshit lies you tell yourself about being worth something”

And we had worked hard on it.  Months of psycho drama where he learned to suck my dildo and begged to take it up the ass had lead to this day.  I beckoned to the filth crowding around.

“Drop your pants Benny”

“You can’t do this to me” he whimpered.

“Benny, I am not doing a thing to you.  You must be more accountable for your choices that have led you to this.  Now drop your pants Benny.”

With shallow, ragged breaths he did as he was told.

“Is he a fag?” The first man asked.

I considered and shrugged,  “Maybe”

As Benny’s mouth opened to scream “no” his breath was cut off with a kick to the stomach by Susan.

“Fucking’ cunt, waiting on your knees, taking my business”

The first man, excited by the violence, eagerly walked over to crouch over Benny’s ass.

“I’m not hard enough” said the second man.  I slapped Benny again, as Susan unzipped the mans pant’s and guided his dirty smelling cock to Benny’s open, panting, sobbing mouth.

As the smell hit Benny, he began gagging and retching only to be frozen by the sensation of the first man’s cock up his ass.

“Smile pretty Benny” I said, snapping a picture of him with my cell. His wide eyes looked up at me and filled with tears. “This is for when you try to slip back in denial”.

I kicked his wallet free of his sagging pants and carefully picked it up.  Removing all the cash from it, I turned to Susan.  “He’s terribly sorry to have taken all you business”.

Susan cackled, “Heeee! For that price, I’d train him myself”

Smiling sweetly at Benny, I said “No, tonight will be enough. We have developed such a close working relationship.  See you at your regular time Benny”

As I walked to the corner to catch a taxi, I could hear Susan rasping out instructions to Benny on how to be a better whore.  I relaxed.  He was in such good hands.

Anonymous Confession

I've lately begun to identify as a stepping stone Domme. I don't want that to sound as though I'm bitter or displeased even, because I'm not.

I've given a handful of boys an extremely valuable gift. The gift of *knowing*: I exist  (someone like me), that this kind of thing is real, and that they can actually "do it". And then they are confronted with the reality that they can actually be the submissive they thought maybe they could and they are suddenly forced with a choice, a decision if you will… "should I stay or should I go now". They realize they really can live life as someone's submissive, because they are - but are they really ready? They could "lose themselves" in this new role - or is it discovery? It's all so heady and confusing and scary. Maybe they should explore/fix/focus on X, Y, or Z first. It's not as if somehow I or -this- requires such a choice. But I guess for them, it does.

And because I truly want what's best for everyone, especially those I care enough to call "mine" - I let them go. With all the hopes of the best and love and support they'll allow me to give. No matter how much I struggle with the idea that "we're good together" no matter how it hurts. I let go… what choice do I have really?

So, where does this leave me?

As I said earlier, I'm not bitter nor jaded, although I'm quite certain my life has afforded me every good reason to have become so. I actively choose and work to remain open, vulnerable, and yeah, even hopeful. However, each boy I help along his way was never intended to be so transient. I've put a whole lot of myself into these intense albeit all too temporary relationships. They grow and learn about themselves in leaps and bounds with me acting as their mirror - showing them everything I see in them. They thank me for the experience and then it's time they go forward… to finish growing and learning… without me.

And I'm left behind sad, disappointed, drained, and now compounded by guilt, because I know I *should* be proud and grateful that I helped another soul along their personal path. These boys were "works in progress" that had yet to progress through their "icky things" to the point I have traveled through mine. And because I knew well before the point of emotional entanglement - the amount of personal responsibility for my sadness, disappointment, and depletion of energy is woefully not lost on me.

I have a hard time "giving up on" people. I am certain it stems from having felt abandoned when I really needed someone in my past. I've never wanted to "abandon" anyone. But you know what I had to get through and deal with my stuff on my own… no one was there to help me… and I am a strong, independent, caring person today. I needed the heat from the oven to turn me from sand to glass. I needed the pressure not relief to transform from coal to diamond. I couldn't be saved or rescued or delivered from "whatever" and neither can they.

I cannot save, rescue, or deliver anyone except *maybe* myself. And I have walked through MY personal hell(s), so I don't have to keep repeating *that* journey by choosing partners still in the process of slaying their own demons. I deserve someone who is at least as "ready" as I am - don't we all?

So, wow, with writing my confession I've given myself a huge gift, undeniable clarity of where I've been, where I am, where I want to be, and what road while definitely scenic will not get me there directly and without great cost. Thank you for hearing my confession and helping me progress a little further on my journey.

Confession by BBDuncan

It was a lazy day on the sunny Carribean. The 10 passengers on the small pleasure Boat were awakened by the owner and Captain of the boat with a start. It seems a small boat full of Lovely Lady Pirates has decided to take his vessel and make it their own. As the Ladies close in on their prey they assail it with taunts and gunfire which rattles above the heads of the crew and passengers.

Fearing for his life and the safety of his passengers the cowardly Captain abruptly surrenders. The 5 ladies heave to and pull against the boat. "I am Red-Handed Jill" says the leader of this band of Pirates, "and I claim this boat for the FPoC."

"Who is the Ex-Captain of this boat?" she cries. The craven little Captain says in a voice soo meek "I am, your Ladiness."

Red Handed Jill notice other ladies among the passengers and decides to let them know their fate. "Ladies on this yacht fear not we are here to restore you to the position that was truly intended for the women of this world."

The first mate of the Pirates sniggers at some of the expressions of the male scum on deck. Jill notices, "Tell these vermin who you are and what their fate will be>"She says to her First Mate. "I am Green Eyed Sue and all you cowardly little wimps will become the servants for our Ladyhood." Speaks the First Mate.

One of the male passengers rises and decides he's not going to take this from these pirates. "You, and I use the word facetiously, ladies, are nothing more than deluded female scum....." and he screams as Sue pulls her whip from her belt and strikes him furiously with 3 quick strokes the last of which wraps around his hands as he tries to defend himself.

"I see we have a volunteer among us that chooses to play his role teaching you other scum what happens to those that fail to give good service to your superiors." says Jill. "Strip this thing and bind him to the mast naked." orders Jill to her crew. The man is quickly stripped and tied to a pole on the ship his fat ass sticking out for whatever punishment the righteous Ladies decide to dole out.

End Part 1

Impromptu Confessions Feb 2, 2013

Sometimes, there's a reason that unwritten rules aren't written.

Sometimes, it's because it shouldn't be a rule.

Sometimes, it's because it shouldn't have to be a 'rule'.


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I am falling in love with the most wonderful person.

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I've finally found the happiness and contentment that's been missing all my life. She loves and accepts me for who I am, and encourages me to be a better person every day. I feel 10 feet tall and bulletproof kneeling at her feet. I know I'm a better man for being her boy.

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*snort snooore snort* I loved listening to you sleep, I wished I was there holding you in my arms, snoring along with you.

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