Shameful Secrets by Kerry

Submitted by submissive, Kerry Otoole


When I was a teenager I went to visit at my Aunt's two or three times a year. My cousin was a year or so younger than me. She was real bitchy! She'd never miss a chance to mock me or make fun of me but, for some reason, I never tried to fight back. I knew that, if we had a fight, my Aunt would take her side.

One day I found myself home alone and I went to explore my cousin's room. Her panties were in the upper right hand drawer and I found them right away. They were the sheerest, and silkiest, and whitest panties that I had ever seen.

I zipped down, took out my dick, and started to do a masturbation. I stood there, in front of her mirror, rubbing my stiff little thing against the silky nylon. It's exciting to do it in a girl's room! Her bed, her clothes, her pictures! There was a picture of her class: boys and girls both: I played with my weenie right in front of the picture and I imagined they were all looking at me.

I had to hurry: what if my Aunt came home and caught me? So I grabbed some Kleenex and, kissing the pure sweet panties, I brought myself off.

The next year I discovered the laundry hamper in the bathroom. Wow! The ones in the laundry were somehow more interesting than the ones in her bureau. Sometimes there would be two or three pairs, all different styles and materials. I noticed once in a while the panties would be damp and have a very very special smell; this seemed to happen when she'd been on a sleepover with one of her girlfriends. I was safe in the bathroom! I could lock myself in, stand in front of the mirror, and take my time as I wanked myself off

I never thought of trying on the panties. But I couldn't help but imagine what would happen if I got caught. Scarey! Would my Aunt make me put them on, and maybe walk around in them in front of my cousin and her friends?

I was jealous of the way my cousin played with her girlfriends. Always whispering and laughing and touching each other. She loved to make fun of me in front of her friends. She'd tease me and say that I was always playing with me "little thingy". It was very embarrassing but there was nothing I could do about it.

I was fascinated because girls like to go to the bathroom together. If you get close to the door you can hear them giggling and sometimes you hear the tinkle sound. I wished I could be in there with them or, at least, to peek in and watch what they were doing.

I never did get caught: was I lucky? But I sure learned something! When I was older, and I was bewitched be an assertive Lady, I was ready. It is a privilege to serve a Lady and I know that I must always do my best to please her.

I Am The Domme Without The Boy by Anonymous

So many things occupy my life, and the desire to change them all to suit me, occupies my mind for days without sleep. Its hard for a woman like me to admit to any struggle for control. Control comes naturally to me. Vanilla ladies call it "showing leadership skills". Some Men call it "bossy". My mother calls it "willfull".

Knowing myself better than that, I am totally unsatisfied with these descriptions. These categories and boxes that everyone I know seem obsessed with stuffing me into smell like death to me.
How does one label themself? A good friend of mine who happens to be a well known Sociology Professor tells me that "People ARE the truths they live by".

Here is what I know to be truth:

"All war is based on deception. Attack where the enemy is unprepared, be where he does not expect you."

-Sun Tzu (The Art of War)

The world is full of lies. Most of us pick our way through life carefully avoiding the confrontation dishonesty brings. Others get caught up in it, believe what they want to, or make up ones of their own to fill the gaps. Half truths or the "White" variety, it makes no difference. Some of us will not rest until we have met each of them head on, and torn them utterly to the ground. I dominate those lies. I am in this box.




"Serenity, is learning to happily participate in the suffering of the world"

-Bhudda

Life is difficult. Anyone who says its not hard to make rent and hold down a job and have a life and try to love is either a certified genius or a few meters short of a full dash. I learned this early. When you become as jaded by the masses as I am you begin to wonder if the world holds any wonder or joy. You begin to doubt your importance and if you will eventually leave the planet without making any lasting contribution. Will the world even know you were here? Probably not. In the grand scheme of the universe, I refuse to be saddened by the fact that I am inconsequential. I dominate that sadness. I am in this box.


"I did it my way"

-Franky

Whose rules do we live by? Gods? Our mothers? Strange how some seem to think they are one in the same. Do I obey rules because I believe in them? The rules that have exception rarely bend the way they need them to, the safety net that should umbrella us all only covers about half. I make my own and apply them when I choose. If they don't work I change them. I am authority, and I hold no respect for it. I am in this box.


"Those ruby slippers look like they pinch like a motherfucker, girl."

-Ru Paul

Beauty will get you far, as far as OZ even. But beauty combined with attitude will get you a contract with M.A.C. cosmetics and your own Bravo T.V. show. A couture closet and a mouth like a sailor. Whiskey bottles tucked neatly away in my Hermes bag. My 13 piercings all hold diamonds. I am in this box.

And here I am, a Domme without a boy. Too busy for someone who needs my time. Too proud to admit I need one too. Unable to explain who I am and what I want. Unsurprised when they shy away, one after the other, back onto the grass. I imagine they must be thinking something like " I don't even KNOW where to begin pleasing THAT woman." And yet I'm happy, mostly satisfied by everything around me. It must be so, for I wouldn't allow it any other way. I am in this box.

Good Morning by Anonymous

Good morning my Love,
I just check my diary before I jump in the shower ... wishing I could
have you with me... wishing I could take you into the shower, the
water warm and slightly stinging *ahh!* on our skin...

Reaching for the scented shower gel, pouring it into one hand and
starting to clean you Mistress, starting at your feet, feeling the
water cascade down over my back, massaging between each toe and along
the soles of your feet.

Moving up, firmly massaging your calves, the backs of your knees, the
fronts, your thighs, my hands roving and cleansing over your buttocks,
fingers delving briefly between your cheeks, touching you momentarily,
smiling as I do so.

Moving up over your belly, your lower back, reaching your breasts and
pushing them up and together,biting my lower lip as I feel blood rush
into my cock, making me hard, but not wanting you to touch me, wanting
only to cleanse you, to pleasure you, Mistress...

Finishing the soaping of your skin by stroking and massaging down each
arm,knowing I have not yet completed my task....

Taking the shower head, spraying it over your body, moving slowly
downwards, watching the bubbles and suds wash down your body, leaving
you slick and glistening.

Now, Mistress, I take my wet razor (it is powered too, so vibrates
slightly), and my special shaving gel, I kneel at your feet once more,
gazing up at you with a faint smile on my lips. "Mistress, would you
open your legs slightly for me please?" I ask; You smile down at me
and wordlessly open them a little so I may gain access.

Putting shaving gel onto my fingers, I gently massage into your pubic
area, ensuring none of the little hairs are missed. Taking my razor,
switching it on, I press it to the sensitive skin around your sex, and
begin to remove all of the hairs, continuing until, when I run my
fingers over you, it feels smooth to the touch.

Taking the shower head, covering your most sensitive parts with my
fingers, rinsing the shaving gel away... but.. Mistress, I don't feel
my fingers are sensitive enough, not sensitive enough to be certain
you are completely smooth..... So, I bow my head towards you, kissing
around your sex, licking gently the freshly shaved skin with my
tongue.

Licking all around, outside your pussy, to the very edge of your
labia; pushing your legs wider apart, feeling you lean against the
glass of the shower enclosure, pushing your hips out to me. My hands
on you now, touching your lips, open them as if opening the petals of
a flower, inhaling deeply the faint musky perfume of your body -
Licking - You Mistress..... Licking you until I feel your own juices
flowing and allowing me to taste and swallow you..... aah!

"Mistress? I - I need to cleanse your anus too, would you turn around
for me please?"

Chuckling to yourself, you do turn, leaning gently against the
enclosure, your legs straight, feet apart, I gasp now as I realize
what I am about to do, as I do each time I am presented with this
task....

Placing my hands on your cheeks, pulling them apart gently. watching
the water cascade in rivulets between them; moving my mouth onto you,
licking you, worshipping you as I want to do, it's why I am here.....

My tongue delves against your anus, pressing and licking in little
circles around you, pushing... wanting to be inside, wanting in fact
to fuck your ass with my tongue Mistress...My hands holding you, one
moving under so I can thrust two fingers inside your soaking cunt,
fucking you with them, pushing them in up to the knuckle as I lick and
cleanse your sweet anus... ahh! Baby...

Moving more urgently, tongue moving in and out rapidly, fingers
jamming inside you, feeling your body tense, your breath catch in your
throat as your orgasm takes you higher, then... ohhhh! Mistress!
Feeling your legs weaken, I hold you, lifting you and taking you to
the bed, covering you with towels, drying your body, kissing you all
over as I dry you, laying down, next to you, my hard, wet cock pressed
against you... holding you close...

I Love You, Mistress...

kisses


Your Slave, Your Slut...

Erotic Fantasy by Vittore

Submitted by: Vittore Orsini



Through the darkness of the room, their gazes casted towards the door, the flicker of light faintly tracing the wooden floor. the click of heels, raising their anticipation, as a shadow appears over the distant, line of light. agony, ensues as the door is opened with calm and ease, a small cheeky smile meeting their lifting heads, as their bodies remain bound to the bed. She approaches their naked frames with a delicate glide while watching their muscles grow tense within their bindings. Thoughts, linger between them from hours of solititude, having been left after whispers of eroticism that taunted their skin. She learns towards Vittore, running her nails with a caressing brush behind his ear while speaking in a coy whisper. His chest, lifts with a collecting breath as the words drift through his mind. His heart, growing with each pattern her nail paints upon his skin as his shaft strains upon its cage.

Sensually, she lifts her tender frame from the edge of the bed, the strike of a long match echoing in their ears, the flickering dance of a candles flame floating on the maroon walls. With the room, subtly illuminated, she returns to the edge of the bed before leaning over vittore once more. She places the key within the lock of his chastity device, letting the chain pool on his lap as a coy giggle passes through her smile. the curls of his chest hair, lift with excitement as his body develops a hue of passion before watching her depart towards Paul. With a delicate hold, she cups pauls face within her hands before taking his lips in a lingering kiss that taunts the tip of his tongue. A short pause follows in the air while she moves with a glide across his cheek towards his ear for a low whisper.

Her hands, begin to move along his arms, towards his bindings, loosening each. She climes over him, her dress, resting above his pauls chastity cage as the echo of vittore's chastity lock being released fills the room. Vittore, feeling the pressure being released, gasps with a grunting moan before his bindings are loosened for him to crawl out of.

Leaving the bed, she finds her cushioned chair in the corner of the room, her eyes watching the dance of the flickering candles roam their naked skin as Vittore moves towards paul. His hands, weaving through paul's hair as he twists his palm into a tight knot that pulls paul towards himself with a passionate embrace that vibrates across his skin. Vittore's shaft, glistens as the head bulges against his skin while drawing himself to his knees and dragging pauls head down towards his cock. With a faint touch of pauls lips, he thrusts forward and tightens his fingers as a grunt of exhileration fills the room.

As he draws near, he pulls himself back, to the breaking suckle of pauls lips before moving his body along the creeking bed. Vittores hands, loosening their hold of paul's hair, moving towards his ankles to release their bindings with a passionate tear. He takes hold of his arms, tossing paul's frame along the bed, forcing his hands to land with a last grasp of balancing his falling frame onto the satin sheets while his eyes meet their Mistress gaze. Vittore's, tall frame, begins to lean over pauls back as his fingers sink within paul's hair to encourage his body into an arching bow while Vittore's voice runs across his shoulder “spread your knees apart, bitch boy” his own legs, encouraging them to drift with tapping pressure as his shaft runs across pauls naked thighs.

Reaching between their bodies, vittore's hand grasps his shaft, putting it at the edge of pauls behind before applying a pressure from the weight of his frame that sinks his cock into the welcoming depths of the pauls body. A grunt of passion, leaves vittore's lips mixed with a grunt of surprise, from pauls, as his shaft hugs the plastic cage, surrounding his cock. Vittore's body, leaning up in the room, his hips descending slowly towards Pauls while their gazes fix upon their Mistress.

Vittore's hands, clenching onto the flesh of paul's side's as he begins to balance paul's body while a rhythem develops to his thrusts. His voice, reaching out towards paul with an echo of animalistic passion, released from the constrains of his own cage “thrust back, thrust back bitch boy” the growl, growing towards the end of his words, bounce upon the walls as the bed springs to life from their joined bodies.

While Vittore's hair, hangs over his eyes, curled from the sweat of his passion, he looks towards his Mistress with a beseeching plead that carries an echo of his lustful state “please, may I have an orgasm Mistress” the temp of their bodies, looses barely a noticable beat as his fingers sink deeper into pauls sides. Her lingering contemplation, raising a blush across his skin as he tries to restrain himself while delving deeply into the lustful thrill of the boi before himself.

As pauls fingers dig into the satin sheets, his mixture of emotions muffled by the sheets of the bed, her voice replying in a coy tone “yes”. the rapid increase to the tempo of paul
s body being plunder, suddenly filled with a warm spurt of cum that flows freely...Vittore's frame, leaning over Pauls back, his teeth biting in his shoulder with a faint marking forming upon his skin as his heavy breath floats past his lips. Their gazes, lifting as his shaft subsides towards their Mistress. Each, leaving the bed to her curling gesture, crawling towards her feet at either side to find their collars attached to a metal chain that leads to the armrest of her chair. The tip of her shoe, resting upon pauls caged shaft and vittores semi-erect shaft, applying pressure to both that leaves their muscles tense to her whims.

Reaching down, her hands wrap around either of their chins, as a smile plays across her lips while she whispers in a low tone “blow out the candles”

Poem by Russell

Ah… yes
Touch me there
Push aside my hair
And run your sweet lips
Down the nape of my neck
Like you did
That time sitting on the dock overlooking the lake.


Move closer
Touch me… there
your fingers caressing
the outer curve of
my breasts
like you did
that time
as we sat in the restaurant,   enjoying one of our first meals

And… further
Touch me there
Your Wicked fingers
teasing me, making me tremble
Sliding softly over your silky skin, along your hip and so slowly downward.
To my molten core
Just like you did.
That first time I came
In your arms intertwined on sweat soaked sheets

Ah, yes
Touch me… there

John's Long Journey Into Night Part 8 by Doc Nolan

                    John’s Long Journey into Night – Part Eight
                   
Synopsis of Previous Parts:
John, recently divorced, goes to his high school reunion, and meets an aggressive former classmate, Leonore, who – it turns out – is at the center of a circle of female domme friends.   He discovers to his discomfort that his supposedly ‘chance meeting’ with Lenore has been everything but.  It was engineered by his ex-wife Margaret. Leonore explains one of her several motives for accepting Margaret’s ‘challenge’:  “I don’t give a crap about you actually -- but I thought you might bring a novel adventure into my life”. John now knows his purpose….  He is driven to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, by Lenore – but only after she has locked him up tight, putting the key to his ‘parts’ on her wrist.  There they meet Laura – who Leonore describes with a grin as ‘a good friend – and a sadist!”
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John  stared at the bowl of dog food Laura had served him.  He was already kneeling, but he realized the laughing women – Laura and his new ‘boss’ Leonore – were waiting for him to entertain them.  He hesitated.

“It’s dinner time, Fido,” said Leonore, giggling.  Laura immediately picked up on the hint.  Placing her tiny hand on his neck, she forced it down – and once his face was over the bowl – placed her small left foot on his neck.  His face ended up mashed into the dog food.  “Oh, my, Laura.  You haven’t lost your knack, have you!” Laura had almost immediately released John from the pressure of her foot, so his face was a few inches over the malodorous mush.
 
Laura finally spoke.  “Good.  He didn’t whine when I did that.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t have brought him here if I’d thought he would.  His ex-wife filled me in on him, so I was pretty sure he’d knuckle under.  So far he has.”  Leonore paused.  “You two have fun.  I’m gonna take a nap.  Oh, Laura…. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!”

Laura smiled broadly.  “You mean like Larry?”

Leonore said, “I think I may get him to ‘Larry-level’, Laura – but remember that took several months.  You will have to wait a bit for anything that extreme….. But I trust you to know where to stop today.  Later, kids…”

John sensed Laura over him as Leonore left the room.  He couldn’t help think of the provolone, Gruyere and salami on the table – far above him.  He also couldn’t help thinking of Laura’s curves and hidden places, though he’d never seen them.  The imagination is a powerful motor.

Laura spoke. “I am impressed, John.  Or Fido.  Or whatever I choose to call you.  In any event, you seem to have enough sense not to raise your head from that bowl….. I think I’ll call you Fido, same as Leonore does.  Nod if you have heard me.”

John nodded.  He suspected – no, he knew – he should be very careful to please Miss Laura.

“Did Leonore tell you I’m a sadistic bitch and that I  love to tease and edge?”  John nodded.  There was a silence.
“She told me she was going to fit you with a cage on your privates.  I see she did.  Your frustration is my fuel, dog boy.  In case I’m not being clear -- I could give a shit if you get off on what I’m gonna do to you while Leonore’s asleep.”

You see, boy….”  She paused.  “It’s all about me!”

“Actually it’s all about me and Leonore….”

Out of the corner of his eye, John could see one of Miss Laura’s delicate feet.  It was neatly pedicured with a delicate tracery of flowers painted onto the nail of her big toe.  Red on pink.  She had gold rings encircling the second and the pinky toes.  John so wished he could touch his tongue to her foot.

“Oh, bitch boy, did I tell you I’m a mind reader?”  John knew his surreptitious glance had been noticed.  Too late did he realize there was a full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

“May I get up, please, Miss Laura?” he asked, wondering if he should have.

“Fuck no!” she shot back.  Silence.  “I want to make you cry first.  Besides, you haven’t eaten dinner.”  She laughed.  “You and I are going to eat first.  While you’re finishing your slop, I want you to imagine me eating from my table – with your eyes down.  And…. I want you to get ready for ‘later’, too.”   John nodded.

“You fucking idiot,” she added.  “You have no idea what I have planned for you after we dine.”  She laughed again and John could hear her moving away toward the table.  He wondered when Leonore would return.  He was frightened.  Excited… but afraid.

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Somehow John kept the dog food down.  He felt a wave of misplaced compassion for dogs condemned to eat ‘crap out of a can’.   He heard Laura eating – and then he heard her heading for the kitchen; she must have finished.  As the moments ticked by he wondered why she was so long there.  More minutes ticked by.

Then he saw her feet.   Both of them.  Right in front of his face.  She kicked the empty bowl viciously and it skittered across the hard maple flooring, making a clang as it hit the baseboard at the end of its journey.  “Later I’ll have you wash the dishes, you pathetic fuck.  Do you hear?”  John nodded vigorously!

His mind snapped back to her comment before ‘diner’: What had she meant by ‘later… what I have planned for you”?  At the instant the thought crossed his mind, a searing pain hit his upper left buttock.  She giggled.
 
“Pain!  I love to watch men in pain, Fido.  It’s my obsession!  And after having a nice light meal and watching you humiliate yourself, it’s even better!”  John felt another stroke – harder yet -- on the other buttock; he involuntarily flinched. Laura said – in a voice stronger than he’d imagined the tiny girl could master: “STAY!”   He held himself as immobile as he could.  It took a lot of willpower not to respond to her assault.

“Now John, or whatever the fuck your name is, I’m gonna beat your ass with this yardstick until either I get off or until my arms get tired.”  She didn’t sound as if she were kidding.

She then added, “It’s SOOO hot that Leonore has your ‘fun parts’ in that cage, boy.  I love that you can’t get it out of there.  And the key on her wrist is a hoot.  You are fucking trapped!  And you are my toy for the day!”  Laura increased the pace of the blows, raining them down faster and faster.  John noticed he could hear her breathing; it seemed faster and faster too.  Not to mention louder and closer.  He also could smell her -- clean and perfumed, but with an underlying odor that he knew well: female lust.

He thought, “She IS a sadist!”  What really shocked him most was that he liked that idea.  Somehow – with every blow she landed on his increasingly tender backside – he felt as if he were making her happy.  It was something he’d missed in the last years of Margaret.  Margaret was a destroyer and had torn his life down with glee and selfish unconcern.  This was different.  Laura was getting off.  That made it different.  It made it meaningful.  John realized with a start that even turning on this sadistic woman made him feel virile.  His cock, locked up tight, couldn’t express how he felt, but his mind soared.  He felt as if he’d been drinking some incredible elixir or smoking some unknown weed.
 
He was being used to satisfy this pervert’s lust.  And it felt good!

His reverie ended prematurely.

“Damn, Laura, you are NOISY!”  Leonore’s voice sounded more amused than annoyed.  But Laura had stopped the strokes of the yardstick.  John missed the pain.

“I’m very impressed, Leonore!” said Laura.  “I’ve been whacking away at this fool’s butt and he hasn't bitched or whined or even said one fucking word.  And I’ve been laying it on him HARD!”
 
Leonore laughed, and then said, “Would I give you a third rate guy to take your frustrations out on?  Have I ever?”

John realized then that he was only one in a parade of males that had passed this route before.  He was humbled.  But only for a second.  Then he realized he had been selected and presented to Laura as part of a select elite.  He had a responsibility.  His job was only beginning.  His function was to delight.  And he was proud that he had – so far – apparently delivered.  John, taking care to hide his face, still facing down, let a smile cross it.

This time his face was unnoticed and unremarked upon.  He felt very close to the two women.

                                                            (to be continued)

A Different Place Now by Anonymous

Submitted anonymously by a submissive at Dominion.

The world is a different place now. I often thought about the stories that older boys would share when there were no female ears to hear. Days when men had positions of power, days when men had some amount of equality – no, more than that – when they considered themselves to be superior to Ladies, they had successful careers, and they could go out alone; oh what marvellous days those must have been!

Nowadays, all boys are fitted with a custom cock cage when they reach puberty; it has become as regular as going to the dentist for a check-up, to have the cock cage checked for size was now a six monthly routine. Once fitted, the keys were all kept securely in a safe at the School; there was to be no sexual activity for boys (other than a quite frequent and painful erection) until they had reached the legal age. Indeed, the girls knew just exactly how to cause the most frustrating discomfort for the boys, and rarely refrained from doing just that!

As soon as a boy had reached the legal age his teacher would send him to the school nurse, and she would make sure to let the boy know just exactly what he would soon be missing. That first session with the nurse would take perhaps an hour, sometimes longer. The cock cage was removed, and the boy would be brought to edge after edge, which would render the boy aroused beyond anything he had ever previously experienced, and then … WOW … his first explosive release. The experience was so unlike anything they had hitherto felt that many boys were known to pass out at the point of climax the feeling was so intense.

As he was recovering from that experience, the nurse would refit the cock cage and lock it securely. The key was then sent to the boy’s home along with a certificate to show that he had been properly released into chastity. All boys had to address the girls as Ladies from now on, and use their proper title of “Miss”. Boys continued to be referred to as “boy”.

After this initiation they would start to attend a weekly sexual health class. Before long this was dreaded by the boys, and unsurprisingly, was enjoyed by the Ladies. In this class the boys were taught how to pleasure a Lady with each girl being allocated a different boy each week, so that boys would get to understand how to pleasure any Lady. It inevitably caused a prolonged and frustratingly painful erection for the boys and several (usually very noisy) climaxes for the Ladies. The Ladies would give marks for their boy according to their performance, with marks awarded in several categories including oral and massage skills, and an overall “satisfaction” mark.

Prostate milking was part of a boy’s health regime, and while in school this was administered by the older girls. Once a month, the boys would find that their gym class had been rescheduled and that they would be lined up, naked, while the older girls came and each selected their allocated boy for this month’s session. We soon got to know which Ladies were nice, and which others enjoyed making the process very painful!

Once or twice a term there was a school dance where we were instructed to bring our keys into school. We knew that we were in for a real torment, with just the slender possibility of release. The Ladies would each apply to hold the key for Her preferred “date” for the dance, which would usually be worn on a slender chain around Her neck. The Lady would also have a locket on Her chain, which would have the results from the recent sexual health classes.

So long as the boys were sufficiently attentive to the Lady during the dance they were usually allowed out of their cock cage, and even allowed to get hard, which didn’t usually take very long! Whether they would be allowed release though depended on whether the Lady considered that his score from the sexual health classes was sufficient to warrant release. Each Lady decided whether the marks were high enough, and even if no release was the decision She would usually let the boy think he was going to be allowed to cum.

Being attentive also meant that the boys would hold back from release until the Lady had had several climaxes of Her own, which usually resulted in the boys face being quite awash with Her juices, and his very erect cock straining and throbbing and bobbing about while he was brought to edge after edge awaiting the verdict and the instruction to cum, or to stop. If instructed to cum the boy would have only 3 more strokes allowed to achieve his release. Either way he was locked back into his cock cage immediately.

It is no surprise that it only usually took one or two dances when the boy was not allowed to cum for his efforts in the sexual health classes to become increasingly enthusiastic!!