That plump round shape that catches the eye.
Pale blushes on creamy skin.
Fingertips touch tentatively to the surface, tantalizing my taste buds with the prospect of tasting such tender flesh.
My fingers curl and hands mould to the shape of it's plump, round form.
I draw closer, eagerly drawing long breaths though my nose to catch just a hint of the sweet fragrant perfume, emanating from it.
My lips part, saliva forming in pools of pure anticipation for the sweetness I am about to behold.
Eyes close, lips touch, pressing to the surface.
Soft transparent hairs cushion the skin to skin contact.
My breath washes out over it, A cloud of heat and built up desire.
Slowly I close my jaw, teeth effortlessly sliding over the moist inner flesh, funneling sweet nectarous juices into me.
My tongue revels in the flavour, so distinctive and beloved.
Almost moaning with delight to finally feast, suckling in a small mouthful of plump moistness.
Drinking down the oozing honey liquor that drains into me.
Nothing beats a ripe peach.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Numbered Pins by Neal
I was kneeling in agony when the timer went off. Thirty minutes had elapsed. One minute for each of the clothes pins; each attached to some portion of my body -- my cock, my toes, my balls, my fingers, my nipples, my stomach, and other assorted places. I felt more like a pin cushion than a person.
I held still because I knew that if even one of those pins fell off my time would have to start over. I had shopped for the heavy duty hardwood clothespins earlier in the day, numbering each of them with a sharpie pen, and then putting them in a brown paper bag. I had followed Mistress’s orders meticulously.
Mistress had ordered me to shake up the bag. She had told me exactly where each of the pins should be placed. It felt like it took forever to get each on, but it was always worth it -- to get things the way Mistress wanted them. Of course it was!!!
But now the timer had rung, and it was time to take the pins off.
I was worried about the pain that this would entail.
My Mistress drew close and handed me a small mirror and said, “You will remove each of the pins from your body, slut. You will do so from highest to lowest, starting at pin number 30 and moving to pin number one. I hope you paid attention to where each of them went. If a pin comes off out of order, I will swat you with this crop the number of times shown on that pin. All of the pins that have already come off will be placed back in the paper bag. The bag will be shaken up, and all of the pins will be placed back on your body, slut. The timer will be reset for five minutes, and then you can start at pin 30 again. ... Isn't that delicious, my slut?.... Of course it is!” Mistress said with a laugh.
With the mirror in hand I craned my neck and searched my body. I desperately tried to find pin number 30.
I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
I held still because I knew that if even one of those pins fell off my time would have to start over. I had shopped for the heavy duty hardwood clothespins earlier in the day, numbering each of them with a sharpie pen, and then putting them in a brown paper bag. I had followed Mistress’s orders meticulously.
Mistress had ordered me to shake up the bag. She had told me exactly where each of the pins should be placed. It felt like it took forever to get each on, but it was always worth it -- to get things the way Mistress wanted them. Of course it was!!!
But now the timer had rung, and it was time to take the pins off.
I was worried about the pain that this would entail.
My Mistress drew close and handed me a small mirror and said, “You will remove each of the pins from your body, slut. You will do so from highest to lowest, starting at pin number 30 and moving to pin number one. I hope you paid attention to where each of them went. If a pin comes off out of order, I will swat you with this crop the number of times shown on that pin. All of the pins that have already come off will be placed back in the paper bag. The bag will be shaken up, and all of the pins will be placed back on your body, slut. The timer will be reset for five minutes, and then you can start at pin 30 again. ... Isn't that delicious, my slut?.... Of course it is!” Mistress said with a laugh.
With the mirror in hand I craned my neck and searched my body. I desperately tried to find pin number 30.
I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
The Kindness Of Miss Zarita by Alec
The Kindness of Miss Zarita
Everywhere the cold, its icy fingers reaching all over me,
shivering and shaking, cold and frosty,
The D, covered in layers of winter ice
But, out of the icy depths comes a hope of warmth, so nice
i hear crackles of a fire, coming from the fire pit,
i approach it, warming my mitt
She says i can be warmer still, and i grab for the chance
She gives me warmth, and saves me from freezing my lance
She pushes me onto the fire pit, chasing away the cold,
it feels warm, its flames casting a beautiful orange glow of gold,
and then i feel its heat, right below,
i look at Her, full of fear, but She just says, 'so?'
it gets hotter, and i feel the roast,
nuts begin to get hotter,
they crackle and split as the fire heats,
popping and scorching and breaking,
But it relieves me from the icy cold,
Then, it gets hotter, the heat triple-fold,
Weenies roasting on the fire, splitting and breaking
It screams , and it sure ain't faking
Snap, and crackle,
i ask Her for help, but hear a cackle,
i plead with Her, but thank Her at the same time
his frozen icicle thawed out, it feels like a crime
his wiener scorched now, black and bruised too
it feels cooked, the smell of roasted nuts boo-hoo,
crisped and warm, sizzled and crackled,
he hopes they don't become a meal for two
Suddenly i miss the cold, i crave the cold, but love
the heat
i thank Her, so grateful i kiss Her feet
The warmth of the fire couldn't be neater,
This is the kindness of Miss Zarita
Everywhere the cold, its icy fingers reaching all over me,
shivering and shaking, cold and frosty,
The D, covered in layers of winter ice
But, out of the icy depths comes a hope of warmth, so nice
i hear crackles of a fire, coming from the fire pit,
i approach it, warming my mitt
She says i can be warmer still, and i grab for the chance
She gives me warmth, and saves me from freezing my lance
She pushes me onto the fire pit, chasing away the cold,
it feels warm, its flames casting a beautiful orange glow of gold,
and then i feel its heat, right below,
i look at Her, full of fear, but She just says, 'so?'
it gets hotter, and i feel the roast,
nuts begin to get hotter,
they crackle and split as the fire heats,
popping and scorching and breaking,
But it relieves me from the icy cold,
Then, it gets hotter, the heat triple-fold,
Weenies roasting on the fire, splitting and breaking
It screams , and it sure ain't faking
Snap, and crackle,
i ask Her for help, but hear a cackle,
i plead with Her, but thank Her at the same time
his frozen icicle thawed out, it feels like a crime
his wiener scorched now, black and bruised too
it feels cooked, the smell of roasted nuts boo-hoo,
crisped and warm, sizzled and crackled,
he hopes they don't become a meal for two
Suddenly i miss the cold, i crave the cold, but love
the heat
i thank Her, so grateful i kiss Her feet
The warmth of the fire couldn't be neater,
This is the kindness of Miss Zarita
Two Women, One Man by Doc
The two women trudged through the snow. It was a very still night and so cold that their boots made the snow squeak.
“So you put him into a cock cage?” the shorter woman said without much feeling. After a pause, the thinner and taller blonde replied – very quietly – “Yes, I did.”
“Did he complain?” Her answer was a shake of the head.
A bus swept past, filling the air with a vague scent of diesel. The stars were out, though not many could be seen. The moon. Almost full.
“You don’t treat him very well, you know,” said the first woman.
“I let him out once a week,” the other countered.
“Does he enjoy that?”
“I suppose so. I have never asked him, actually.” She paused. “He doesn't beg much. I guess he’s OK.”
“Your idea or his? I mean the lockup.”
“Ours,” the blonde answered flatly. “Fuck, it’s cold out here tonight,” she added distantly, changing the topic. Trying to change it. Her friend would not let the topic drop.
“If he were mine, I wouldn’t let him out for two weeks at a time. I like men who beg.”
The blonde showed a wan smile. Her cheeks were ruddy and she pulled her wool scarf tighter around her neck. It was very cold. She looked down at her friend. “I know….. You are a sadist. I am not.”
They walked in silence for more than a block. The mercury vapor street lamps cast strange colors onto the snow drifts. Neither woman had much to say for a while.
“I am a sadist…. “
More silence. Then the blonde spoke up.
“Do you want him for the night? I don’t need him today.”
“Yes, I do. I’m not happy. I need an outlet. I need to vent.”
The blonde looked down at her friend, “I’ll have him report to you in a couple of hours… nineish…. Oh, don’t return him as striped as you did the last time, OK?”
Her friend nodded, and then added. “I’ll be more careful.”
As they got to the door of a townhouse in the dark not near any light the smaller girl put her gloved hand on her friend’s mitten-clad hand. “A kiss to seal the deal?” The blonde shook her head.
“Not tonight please. I’m just not in the mood.”
The boy duly reported in to his place for the night at 9:03 p.m. He knew what was up.
His wife would sleep alone tonight – in the large king-sized bed. He would prove himself and do her proud. He would not let anything that happened affect him. She expected strength. He would not break. As he looked down, he thought of his serfdom. It was OK. Many men would envy him. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was making two women happy – one by being absent. The other be being present.
The moon was really bright. The snow was very very cold.
“So you put him into a cock cage?” the shorter woman said without much feeling. After a pause, the thinner and taller blonde replied – very quietly – “Yes, I did.”
“Did he complain?” Her answer was a shake of the head.
A bus swept past, filling the air with a vague scent of diesel. The stars were out, though not many could be seen. The moon. Almost full.
“You don’t treat him very well, you know,” said the first woman.
“I let him out once a week,” the other countered.
“Does he enjoy that?”
“I suppose so. I have never asked him, actually.” She paused. “He doesn't beg much. I guess he’s OK.”
“Your idea or his? I mean the lockup.”
“Ours,” the blonde answered flatly. “Fuck, it’s cold out here tonight,” she added distantly, changing the topic. Trying to change it. Her friend would not let the topic drop.
“If he were mine, I wouldn’t let him out for two weeks at a time. I like men who beg.”
The blonde showed a wan smile. Her cheeks were ruddy and she pulled her wool scarf tighter around her neck. It was very cold. She looked down at her friend. “I know….. You are a sadist. I am not.”
They walked in silence for more than a block. The mercury vapor street lamps cast strange colors onto the snow drifts. Neither woman had much to say for a while.
“I am a sadist…. “
More silence. Then the blonde spoke up.
“Do you want him for the night? I don’t need him today.”
“Yes, I do. I’m not happy. I need an outlet. I need to vent.”
The blonde looked down at her friend, “I’ll have him report to you in a couple of hours… nineish…. Oh, don’t return him as striped as you did the last time, OK?”
Her friend nodded, and then added. “I’ll be more careful.”
As they got to the door of a townhouse in the dark not near any light the smaller girl put her gloved hand on her friend’s mitten-clad hand. “A kiss to seal the deal?” The blonde shook her head.
“Not tonight please. I’m just not in the mood.”
The boy duly reported in to his place for the night at 9:03 p.m. He knew what was up.
His wife would sleep alone tonight – in the large king-sized bed. He would prove himself and do her proud. He would not let anything that happened affect him. She expected strength. He would not break. As he looked down, he thought of his serfdom. It was OK. Many men would envy him. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was making two women happy – one by being absent. The other be being present.
The moon was really bright. The snow was very very cold.
Unowned Slave by Lady Panther
(Having being here for a brief amount of time I have noticed several un-owned subs. I thought I would share this for encouragement -- and for owned subs to reflect on and to realize how they used to feel.)
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The Prayer of the Un-owned sub
Allow me to learn from myself as I journey along the way
And to understand my own needs, desires and growth
Allow me to understand the reasons I am alone
And not to feel the loneliness of such a predicament
Allow me the solace and peace given to me through this time alone
And know that it builds my own strength for a future relationship
Allow me to welcome these moments of wanting and yearning
And to not let them pull me into self-doubt or pity
Allow me the strength to understand my role in this lifestyle
And to be open to the learning opportunities provided from all around me
Allow me to learn from other un-owned slaves the skill of patience
And the abilities to be open to the whims of various Tops
Allow me to learn from owned slaves, the real challenges of absolute submission
And the release that come from being the property of another
Allow me to aptly present myself with aplomb and confidence to all around me
And not feel shamed or lessor because I am un-owned
Allow me to search for the best match to my needs
And not to settle upon just anyone giving me attention
Allow me to harness all of these skills to best offer myself to the right Domina
And the ability to humbly accept her specific training when she comes along
Allow me to cherish my time with her and to temper my eagerness
And to understand that this is not time to make up for time lost in being owned
Allow me to accept her collar in full faith and trust to be hers only
And to be humbled and not boastful for being owned
Allow me to serve her well and learn her needs and wants utterly
And to never lose the feelings of the times when I was un-owned
Allow me instead to pass the knowledge of this journey to others
And to help my fellow submissives who are still seeking their One
-Panther Goddess
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The Prayer of the Un-owned sub
Allow me to learn from myself as I journey along the way
And to understand my own needs, desires and growth
Allow me to understand the reasons I am alone
And not to feel the loneliness of such a predicament
Allow me the solace and peace given to me through this time alone
And know that it builds my own strength for a future relationship
Allow me to welcome these moments of wanting and yearning
And to not let them pull me into self-doubt or pity
Allow me the strength to understand my role in this lifestyle
And to be open to the learning opportunities provided from all around me
Allow me to learn from other un-owned slaves the skill of patience
And the abilities to be open to the whims of various Tops
Allow me to learn from owned slaves, the real challenges of absolute submission
And the release that come from being the property of another
Allow me to aptly present myself with aplomb and confidence to all around me
And not feel shamed or lessor because I am un-owned
Allow me to search for the best match to my needs
And not to settle upon just anyone giving me attention
Allow me to harness all of these skills to best offer myself to the right Domina
And the ability to humbly accept her specific training when she comes along
Allow me to cherish my time with her and to temper my eagerness
And to understand that this is not time to make up for time lost in being owned
Allow me to accept her collar in full faith and trust to be hers only
And to be humbled and not boastful for being owned
Allow me to serve her well and learn her needs and wants utterly
And to never lose the feelings of the times when I was un-owned
Allow me instead to pass the knowledge of this journey to others
And to help my fellow submissives who are still seeking their One
-Panther Goddess
Where's Jimmy by Doc
“Where’s Jimmy?” was the first question Anna asked. At first Joanne didn’t reply. “He’s busy,” she finally replied, a bit brusquely. Anna didn’t press the issue. She was here on business. Twenty minutes later, all the paperwork signed, she left.
Joanne tapped a button on a remote on the coffee table. She heard a groan from the kitchen and she thought, ‘Good, he’s still there.’ Joanne hated washing dishes. She tried to avoid the kitchen altogether in fact. She shouted loud enough so Jimmy could hear… “Anna was asking for you.” She heard no reply. She tapped the button again. Another strangulated noise. “Yes, dear. I heard her!” Joanne smirked. Of course he had. Tough for him she’d had to ‘stimulate’ him to say so.
“We signed the papers, you know”. This time he did call back from the kitchen. “I know, Joanne.” She tapped the control again. “MISS Joanne, I think you meant to say, right?” “Yes, Miss,” he replied almost instantly.
“He starts next Wednesday here…. . Damn it -- leave those fucking dishes and come in here! I’m tired of shouting to you! Come here NOW!”
Jimmy emerged. “I’m right here, Miss.” He knew to kneel. Joanne liked that – him now doing that automatically. It saved her the effort of reminding him over and over and over. She mused, ‘He’s a slow learner’.
“Freddie will be coming over with Miss Jean with him this Friday night…. I want you to mind your manners and keep your mouth fucking shut while they are here. Understood?” Jimmy nodded. She continued: “This time you are simply to do fetch, cleanup, and do whatever they tell you to do. “ She paused. “And I’ve decided to avoid any slip ups, you’re going to have a ball gag inserted and strapped onto your face for the evening.” He said nothing. Joanne knew he hated the ball gag. She checked his face to see if he’d understood. He had. More importantly it was obvious that he had recognized ‘that look’ on her face and had instinctively nodded -- rather excessively she thought. “You’ll number fifth of five in our little party,” she added. Jimmy again nodded. “Anna will be here unaccompanied.”
He was being very good.
“Jimmy, now that the papers have been signed, I want you to remember me. Here’s a little ‘reminder’.” Joanne twisted a dial on the small electronic device she held in her hand and – this time – held its red button down firmly, not releasing it. He was already on his knees, but now toppled over onto his side, writhing in pain. She did not relent. Finally she elicited the response she wanted. He shouted out, “No more, Miss. Please. Mercy! NO MORE!” She held the button down for an additional count of 1 – 2 – 3”. He lay there panting.
Joanne thought silently, ‘I must be sadistic. That was fun.’ She grinned. She refrained from hitting the button again. Business first, fun later.
“Do you know that Anna is very sadistic, Jimmy?” He replied quickly, “Yes, Miss Joanne”.
“I’m going to be sad to see you go, Jimmy,” she said. “But business if business.” Once again he nodded.
She turned to her boy, soon to be leaving. “I want you to work just as hard for Anna as you have worked for me.” She paused, “No one is going to pay her good money to have household chores done if you fuck up, you know…… And Anna can be very cruel.”
She looked at Jimmy. She thought, ‘Well, this one took two months to train. I hope Anna’s happy with him. I wonder why no one but Anna ever thought of starting a kinky maid service like ‘Service Subs By The Hour’ The kink community here in Carverdale has needed that for a long time." Joanne then realized she was daydreaming. She turned to Jimmy. “Now, I want a mint julep, Jimmy. You have four minutes – and I’m counting!” Jimmy disappeared back into the kitchen.
Freddie wasn't going to take his place until Wednesday. Might as well keep Jimmy hopping until then…..
Joanne tapped a button on a remote on the coffee table. She heard a groan from the kitchen and she thought, ‘Good, he’s still there.’ Joanne hated washing dishes. She tried to avoid the kitchen altogether in fact. She shouted loud enough so Jimmy could hear… “Anna was asking for you.” She heard no reply. She tapped the button again. Another strangulated noise. “Yes, dear. I heard her!” Joanne smirked. Of course he had. Tough for him she’d had to ‘stimulate’ him to say so.
“We signed the papers, you know”. This time he did call back from the kitchen. “I know, Joanne.” She tapped the control again. “MISS Joanne, I think you meant to say, right?” “Yes, Miss,” he replied almost instantly.
“He starts next Wednesday here…. . Damn it -- leave those fucking dishes and come in here! I’m tired of shouting to you! Come here NOW!”
Jimmy emerged. “I’m right here, Miss.” He knew to kneel. Joanne liked that – him now doing that automatically. It saved her the effort of reminding him over and over and over. She mused, ‘He’s a slow learner’.
“Freddie will be coming over with Miss Jean with him this Friday night…. I want you to mind your manners and keep your mouth fucking shut while they are here. Understood?” Jimmy nodded. She continued: “This time you are simply to do fetch, cleanup, and do whatever they tell you to do. “ She paused. “And I’ve decided to avoid any slip ups, you’re going to have a ball gag inserted and strapped onto your face for the evening.” He said nothing. Joanne knew he hated the ball gag. She checked his face to see if he’d understood. He had. More importantly it was obvious that he had recognized ‘that look’ on her face and had instinctively nodded -- rather excessively she thought. “You’ll number fifth of five in our little party,” she added. Jimmy again nodded. “Anna will be here unaccompanied.”
He was being very good.
“Jimmy, now that the papers have been signed, I want you to remember me. Here’s a little ‘reminder’.” Joanne twisted a dial on the small electronic device she held in her hand and – this time – held its red button down firmly, not releasing it. He was already on his knees, but now toppled over onto his side, writhing in pain. She did not relent. Finally she elicited the response she wanted. He shouted out, “No more, Miss. Please. Mercy! NO MORE!” She held the button down for an additional count of 1 – 2 – 3”. He lay there panting.
Joanne thought silently, ‘I must be sadistic. That was fun.’ She grinned. She refrained from hitting the button again. Business first, fun later.
“Do you know that Anna is very sadistic, Jimmy?” He replied quickly, “Yes, Miss Joanne”.
“I’m going to be sad to see you go, Jimmy,” she said. “But business if business.” Once again he nodded.
She turned to her boy, soon to be leaving. “I want you to work just as hard for Anna as you have worked for me.” She paused, “No one is going to pay her good money to have household chores done if you fuck up, you know…… And Anna can be very cruel.”
She looked at Jimmy. She thought, ‘Well, this one took two months to train. I hope Anna’s happy with him. I wonder why no one but Anna ever thought of starting a kinky maid service like ‘Service Subs By The Hour’ The kink community here in Carverdale has needed that for a long time." Joanne then realized she was daydreaming. She turned to Jimmy. “Now, I want a mint julep, Jimmy. You have four minutes – and I’m counting!” Jimmy disappeared back into the kitchen.
Freddie wasn't going to take his place until Wednesday. Might as well keep Jimmy hopping until then…..
You're A Mean One by Owen
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originally: Saturday, December 18, 2010
revised: Saturday, December 7, 2013
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You're a mean one, Ms Clary...
You really are a thug!
You're as sadistic as a jailer, you're as addictive as a drug, Ms Clary,
You're probably listening to this and feeling pretty smug!
You're a monster, Miss Eva Eames...
Your men are only toys!
Your mind is full of floggers, woe to the naughty boys, Miss Eva Eames,
I would worry about each and every domme in your employ!
You're a keen one, Miss Fawna L...
You have razors in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a sadist versatile, Miss Fawna L,
Given a choice between you and Trials, the boys would go for Trials!
You're a dark one, Miss Tika T...
You're the queen of many hearts!
Your play is full of edges, you twist men like it's an art, Miss Tika T,
You're exactly the reason why the wit of boys departs!
You're a cruel one, Lady Z...
We really all agree!
You're a crooked, twisted thinker and you are going to be pleased, Lady Z,
Your soul is an amazing landscape of the most dangerous assortment of dark fantasies as anyone could imagine there could be!
You scare us ALL, Dominion Dommes...
It's really what I felt!
Your eyes are full of dark control, your voices can raise a welt, Dominion Dommes,
The three words that best describe how I reacted are as follow, and I quote,
"Kneeling, kneel, knelt!"
originally: Saturday, December 18, 2010
revised: Saturday, December 7, 2013
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You're a mean one, Ms Clary...
You really are a thug!
You're as sadistic as a jailer, you're as addictive as a drug, Ms Clary,
You're probably listening to this and feeling pretty smug!
You're a monster, Miss Eva Eames...
Your men are only toys!
Your mind is full of floggers, woe to the naughty boys, Miss Eva Eames,
I would worry about each and every domme in your employ!
You're a keen one, Miss Fawna L...
You have razors in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a sadist versatile, Miss Fawna L,
Given a choice between you and Trials, the boys would go for Trials!
You're a dark one, Miss Tika T...
You're the queen of many hearts!
Your play is full of edges, you twist men like it's an art, Miss Tika T,
You're exactly the reason why the wit of boys departs!
You're a cruel one, Lady Z...
We really all agree!
You're a crooked, twisted thinker and you are going to be pleased, Lady Z,
Your soul is an amazing landscape of the most dangerous assortment of dark fantasies as anyone could imagine there could be!
You scare us ALL, Dominion Dommes...
It's really what I felt!
Your eyes are full of dark control, your voices can raise a welt, Dominion Dommes,
The three words that best describe how I reacted are as follow, and I quote,
"Kneeling, kneel, knelt!"
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