Saturday, September 5, 2009

Drip - Roxana Bergen


Drip......
Drip..........
Drip..............

Slowly..............

Ever so slowly ...........

The ice cold drops explode on your warm skin. 
Down your back....starting from your neck............. you feel it.
One ice cold drop at a time.
The thick, sticky liquid clings to your skin without breaking its convex form


Drip.......
Drip..........
Drip.............


One......by.....one....................they transverse the sculpted muscles of your back.
From the indentation in the back of your neck.........to the its terminating twin nestled where the top of your ass cheeks start.
 
 
Drip......
Drip.........
Drip...........

The endless icy drops take your breath away
Your nerve endings fire in all directions as the bitter cold strikes them time,............... and time again.
 
 
You are tied, face down.................naked
You feel vulnerable........................yet safe
You feel excited.......................alive
Oh god..............do you feel alive.
 
 
You never knew how total submission to another could bring you so much freedom
An oxymoron, not logical
But there it is............................
Total submission......................
Total Domination...................
Total perfection...................
Total freedom..............
Energy exchange in its most.......... perfect........ state.
 
You feel me move closer
You feel me...................
My energy.................
My desire.............
My passion......
 
 
You inhale deeply
Drinking and drowning in me.......
 
 
Not one part of my body has touched any part of yours..................... yet.
But you respond ..........
Your breath quickens...............
Your heartbeat increase.............
Your muscles tighten...............
Your nerve ending explode................
 
 
 
Your body responds.
You get harder and harder............
You swell and engorge..................
Your precum flows...............
Your balls fill....................
They tighten.............
They ache..........
They ache for me.
 
You throw your head back and gasp as you feel the tip of my tounge


I lap at the first drop.................
Your hardness swells 

I lap at the second drop...................
Your muscles bunch up

Sensing your building excitement................I lap at the third drop between your shoulder blades

MMmmmmmmm I moan as I inhale the mix of your excitement and the thick sticky liquid I consume from your body.

You feel my broad tongue sweep back up your shoulders and neck........................making sure I did not miss a single molecule of fluid.

You inhale deeply...................

A low moan escapes your lips
I smile, knowing full well what I am doing to you.
 
 
Gently I bite the back of your neck and release
You breath convulsively, as the assault on your nervous system continues


You know from the number of drops...................the cleanup has only just started.
 
 
You have no choice but to endure

Your fate was sealed with the click of the locks that binds your wrists and ankles
You are here till the end....................................or until you pass out with the extreme pleasure
 
 
You are but a musical instrument
In the hands of the expert musician
There to be used.......................and played as I see fit
Never to rest.................. till the whole symphony has been played.

Discoman and Panzerboy Episode VI - Eroyan Barmy

“Another Day at the Office”

The cab ride wasn’t that bad if you didn’t mind the rather profound language the cabbie used when he found out his back seat was soaked with water from our clothes. It was nice scenery and a great panoramic of the City of Dominion at sunset as we rode back to the Lady after our episode in the sewers and caves. I pondered the meaning of the Gentleman Caller who we ran into down there. We had always heard rumors of other heroes in the City, I guess we finally met one. He was certainly a colorful fellow. Panzer got the Lady warmed up when the communications console lit up and our Lady T shimmered into existence in front of us.

“Boys” She stated.

“Mistress?” I responded.

“Lovelies it seems Cockbeater has a little information he wanted me to pass on to you.”

“Oh Lady T, Is he feeling alright?” Panzer asked “He usually lets us know himself.”

“Well….he is a little tied up at the moment.” She said coyly. 

“Oh.” Panzer said with a grin.

“He found were some of the water from the caves were coming out and he thinks you should check out one right away.” Lady T purred.

“Just tell us Mistress and we will be on the way “I said.

“Disco and Panzer you need to head to the D.B.S. building downtown but you must be very careful 
they do not like visitors of any sort.”

“The Dominatrix’s for a Better Society building Mistress? Goodness they defiantly don’t like visitors. But some of the best minds work there.”

“Yes Disco and Lady Evangeline worked there too doing research. Cockbeater found a small tunnel with his scans and the water flowed from the caves to the basement of that building. You must check it out, but be warned boys. You might have to deal with Garlak and you might have to deal with building security. They are known for handling problems internally.”

“Yes Mistress” Both Panzer and I responded.

“Come home safely boys.” She purred.

The image flicked off and we pulled The Lady out of her spot and headed back downtown towards the huge black glass D.B.S. building.  It was one of the largest in downtown taking up an entire block and 113 stories tall. Security was tight and high level with most guards trained and armed due to the research that went on there. It was one of the few buildings in the city that anyone on security or above the level of a desk clerk was female. It was fem-Dom in a fem-Dom city.  After cruising around the building checking it, out we pulled the Lady into a downtown parking deck and got out.

Walking to the railing of the parking deck I looked at Panzer. “Any ideas?”

“Well we have to get into the basement levels and from the schematics I pulled up there are at least 6 sub basements. The first two, level one and two, is mainly plumbing and power. But from level three on down to level six it’s all classified. Top security projects Disco”

“Oh that’s just wonderful. So like I said any ideas?”

“Well yea but you’re not going to like it.”

“Oh for Pete’s sake Panzer what is it?”

“Well we can access the sewers again down the block and come back to this point.” He pointed down at another manhole cover in the street. “From there we should be able to spring one of the grate covers and access level three from there.”

“Your right I don’t like it. Why do I have a feeling there is a “but” coming on?”

“Yea.. see its level three’s main drain line. If they have dumped their waste then no worries. If they haven’t well let’s just say it could get really nasty.”

“Any other ideas?”

“Nope, sides we will have to move quickly regardless. I give us about six minutes after we leave the waste area before the alarm trips and half the guards are on us.”

“Great and our way out?”

“Well that’s actually the easy part if we make it to level six. Remember that tunnel is flooded with water. If we take a few re-breathers with us then we can open the tunnel with a charge and swim out. “
Sighing, I rubbed my temples. “Well no point in wasting time.”

Panzer nodded and headed back to The Lady. He broke out a few of his toy boxes. We took a few explosive charges and just non lethal weapons. Packing the re-breathers and gas masks Panzer slung his pack over his shoulders and I clipped a pouch to my belt with smoke and gas grenades. I also grabbed some of the electro hackers for doors we would probably run across. Suited up we headed down the street and quietly slipped back down into the sewers.

Moving back down the street, granted under it, we moved back into the block of the D.B.S. building. We knew security was tight but as we looked at the sealed off section of sewer in front of us we didn’t know how tight. Hip deep in water and who knows what else, we peeked into the small holes of the wall that blocked our way to the grate we needed to access.

“This is the second time I’ve been soaked to the bone.”

“Not just you brother don’t forget about me.” Panzer said looking at the edges of the wall and nodding.

“So what do you think?”

“We can blow it but I think cutting is better.” Panzer said pulling out a micro torch he keeps with him.

I turned away as Panzer fired it up and the hot white flame snapped to life. Watching our backs amid the flashes and pops of melting metal it wasn’t long before there was a splash behind me. Turning back around, Panzer had cut us a nice whole in the wall and he motioned me through giving me a little boost. Then hoping up I grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him on through.

“Think they will notice?”

“Probably Disco there were no alarms I could see on it. But I bet they are monitoring the flow through these tunnels. They will probably notice the increase in a few minutes. Then send someone down to check it out.”

“What does that do to our timetable?” I said reaching the grate and fixing small balls of plastic explosives on the hinges.

“Speeds us up even more, but I think we still have the six minutes before they realize someone is inside.”

“Right let’s do it.” 

We moved to the far side of the sewer and hit the trigger. With small bangs the hinges blew off and the grate fell back into the sewer with a splash. Both of us wincing at the noise, we shrugged and started our mad dash down the waste pipe to level three.

For once luck was with us, level three must have already dumped their waste that day.  For when Panzer popped the lock on the release gate we weren’t met with another flood. Instead we moved into the under floor drains of level three. The roar of machinery had masked our thud of Panzer exploding the lock. Holding my finger to my lips at Panzer I pointed up through the drain grating at the scientists above us. Creeping quietly through the small maze we tried to find a quiet spot to slip the grating off and keep moving. Only stopping when one of the scientists walked near or over us we finally made it to the far corner behind a large machine that was out of sight. Lifting the grate we helped each other up and crouched behind it. 

“Okay which way? “ I whispered to Panzer.

“Sadly that door on the far side of the room is the way to the next level down.”

“Great.” I said looking around at the five scientists in the room from behind the machine. “Okay gas grenades hopefully we can knock them all out and gain a few minutes.”

Panzer nodded and took one of the gas grenades from me and we waited a moment till we pulled the pins and tossed or rolled them near the scientists. Slipping our gas masks on the room quickly flooded with sleeping gas and became foggy. Not caring if it worked or not we ran to the other door as the five scientists in the room dropped to the floor unconscious. Slapping an electro hacker to the door keypad it ran through numbers faster that a bookie and clicked open. Half way down the stairs is when the klaxon sounded in the stairway and we are sure in the entire building.

“Six minutes and then were going to have to get of here Disco!” Panzer shouted jumping down flights of stairs.

“Move! Move!” I shouted back at him.

We raced down the stairs and Panzer scrambled the locks on level four and five as we passed. It was a good thing too. For as we rounded the level five door after he scrambled it we saw about six Lady guards of D.B.S begin to work to override or break it. Whatever was on level five was defiantly military or high level corporate. Jumping down the next two flights of stairs we came to level six our destination. 

“No need to be subtle Panzer, blow it!”

Nodding Panzer slapped a charge to the door and we pressed against the wall next to it in the corner. Hitting the trigger the door blew off its hinges and into the room. Jumping into the room with Panzer right behind me I chuckled as we moved down an unexpected hallway.

“I think you over did it.”

“Hey I like big bangs.” Panzer said.

“As do I.”  A female voice said from in front of us.

We stopped and snapped up our weapons then lowered them in shock. It was Lady Evangeline.

“Lady Evangeline! Your okay, you have to come with us Ma’am. Where is Garlak?”

“He is in the main room. Come I will show you.” Before we could get her, she ducked back into the room she was standing by.

Hurriedly we followed while Panzer tapped his watch. Nodding to him, we move in and were in a large glass room with several control panels and computer banks inside. Looking through the windows we saw Garlak and his brother Hylarks along with several of the Gorean Guard packing what looked like several small rockets into boxes. They were almost finished and moving the rockets into the tunnel we thought was flooded.

“Lady Evangeline we have to get you out of here before anyone stops us.” I told her.

“Oh I can’t yet.” Her voice was calm; almost apathetic it was a little disturbing.

Exasperated I couldn’t help it. “Why can you leave?”

“Because I am suppose to activate the reactor on this level and remove the cooling rods and wait for 
it to blow up silly.” She said 

“Wouldn’t that mean you would leave a hole in the Dominion about a mile deep and die?” Panzer said.

“So? it’s what I was told to do and I am to do everything I am told.” She said.

Looking at the panels quickly I saw one of them flashing warnings.

“Holy crap Panzer I don’t think that alarm was for us. She already turned off the cooling rods for the 
reactor it’s over heated as is now!”

Lady Evangeline just nodded and smiled and sat down in a chair.

  I turned and looked out the window at Garlak and his brother in time to see the bastard grin at me and even wave then they hurriedly moved down the tunnel.

“That son of a bitch I’ll kill him!”

“We got to go Disco!”

“What and just let half of down town get vaporized? Come on there has to be a way to stop it!”

“Of course you can stop it but I don’t know why you would want to Garlak said it would be pretty and I like to see him smile I really do.” Lady Evangeline said with the same apathetic voice and glazed expression.

“Christ, give her an aspirin shot Panzer.”

Panzer pulled out one of the hypo sprays and injected it into Lady Evangeline’s arm. Looking over the flashing panel I thanked the heavens. For flashing on the screen was a suggestion from the computer for a manual override. 

“Panzer get Lady Evangeline out of here! Take the tunnel. I’m sure Garlak is running like hell too. Get topside quick.

“What are you going to do? “ He asked me.

“What I always do. Save the city.”

Panzer begged apologizes and slung Lady Evangeline over his shoulder and ran down into the main room with me behind. As he headed for the tunnel she began to politely protest she was suppose to stay and demanded to be let down. It was one of the few times we didn’t obey a Lady’s orders.  I ran towards the reactor and up the ladder to its right. About the size of a VW bug it was still enough to put a big dang hole in the middle of Dominion if I did stop it. Racing along all the dials buttons and pipes I raced around the edge and found the manual dump valve for the cooling rods. Grabbing the wheel without thinking I howled in pain from the heat. 

“Damn it!” 

Shaking my hand I pulled my jacket from my body and wrapped my hands with it. Grabbing hold of the valve wheel I tugged with all my might feeling it give a bit then thudding to the floor as it stuck fast.  Tremors began to shake the reactor as its pressure and heat built up.  I scrambled back up and grabbed the valve again. Sweat was in my eyes and I could still hear the klaxon alarm seem to get louder and more frantic. I barely heard the intercoms come on and someone on the other end demanding that everyone evacuate the building. I could barely see from the heat as I tugged and slammed on the valve. The whole world was blurry hot as hell and rumbling around me. Pipes broke loose and crashed to the floor and stream added to the chaos. Windows and glass shattered as my muscles screaming at me to let go of the hot valve. My mind telling me to run but I stood my ground and pulled and pulled even as I hear the hiss of escaping gas erupt from the seals of the reactor. All I thought was if I don’t get this turned on I will never see Lady T again. Propping one foot on the railing and pulling hard, the valve with much protest finally came free and spun wide open. I hit the grating hard and lay there panting before my world went blinding white and silent.

Poem - Beau Fonda

(Dedicated to Miss Miles)

She is standing on my chest
Her heels piercing my skin
The pain is bittersweet
But surpassed by Her beauty

Her movements, oh so gentle
As She tramples over me
Are like steps of a ballerina
Graceful and efficacious

But the ultimate beauty in Her
Is something one cannot see
But one can feels its presence
It's Her Soul, it's Her Mind

The Dream - Tarl Flanagan

i you know Mistress, i will travel to uk tomorrow and stay in a hotel... but the rest has just been a dream...

i was arriving at the hotel, going directly to the reception for checking in. the guy  at reception handed me over the key card for the room together with a small piece of paper. after stepping a few steps away, i was unfolding the paper and saw that there are written some lines. they told me to go up to the room, that i will find some items and that i would know what to do with them after being undressed. so i went to the room, undressed und looked around. then i saw them lying on the bed. it was a rubberhood with closed eyes, a ballgag-harness and some handcuffs. i went down on my knees in front of the bed. then i have put on the mask, gaged myself with the ballgag-harness and closed the handcuffs around my arms behind my back. in the dark i was waiting, when i suddenly heard the door opening... I was knowing that you have entered the room Mistress...

I was hearing you coming closer, feeling your presence. Feeling your hands on my head, touching the latexmask. it was gentle skueaking. My heart almost stood still, was my Mistress wearing rubbergloves? she removed the gag from my mouth without any comment, next i was feeling her boot in my neck, pushing my face to the floor so that my nose touched her other boot. i was aware that that means, what my Mistress would like me to do. so i started to lick her boots, do clean them with my tongue.

suddenly i was pushed over on my back, lying on floor just in the front of the bed. with certain pressure i was felling something between my lips. with opening them i became aware that it was the heel of my Mistress boot. at the same time when i started sucking the heel with dedication, i felt her other boot on the middle of my body where immediately something started to grow.

after a few moments enjoying to adore my Mistresses boots, she rised and was walking away, but still i could feel her presence in the room. what was she thinking, would she be satisfied with her slave? lying in the dark, without being able to see, just trying to find out what might happen next? what was that? sounds like metall...

Anonymous Sub Confession

Since when was dark so ... dark !!

I could hear nothing, see nothing, and actually I could remember nothing of the events that led to my current confinement.  I could feel the gag that was held firmly, and feel the drool that was dripping from my chin.  I could feel the rope binding my feet, legs and thighs together, and I could feel the shackles on my wrists holding my arms behind my back.  Through the course of the day I could hear only the occasional the creaking of the timbers – sounds I surely had overlooked for so many years, now the only thing I could hear during the course of the day.

A key, and the sound of the front door opening.  At last I would be freed from my prison.  I tried to make a sound but the gag was effective.  “Mmpphhh … Mmpphhh”.  

A light suddenly streamed through the keyhole to what I could now see was the closet.  Blinking in the unaccustomed light I hear Her say “Quiet, my pet”.   Slowly it dawned on me.  This was the punishment that She had alluded to over the past few days.  I knew that I had been bad, I knew that I had let Her down.  Curiously, I felt a sense of relief flow through my entire person.  The knowledge that I had let Her down was unbearable; at last I had the opportunity to atone for my misdemeanour.  I knelt quietly; the pain that had started to form in my knees was suddenly no longer unbearable.  I would bear it without complaint since I now knew – I knew that I deserved, and needed, correction.  This would help to rebuild the closeness that I had destroyed earlier in the week.

I saw Her walk past my view, still in Her formal work attire.  Not a word beyond the initial admonition to remain silent; I knew that She knew that I would be straining to see Her every movement; that my gaze would be seeking to follow Her every step.  I stifled a gasp as I saw Her pencil skirt fall to the floor right before my eyes.  I could see the silky stockings just inches from my face, and the light silky blouse fall to the floor before my gaze.  My cock responded as it usually did – swelling in it’s plastic prison as I could breathe Her scent.  

Clad in just lingerie She slipped from my view and I heard the shower begin.  I felt the frustration of not being allowed to kneel beside the shower with a warm towel ready for Her as She emerged; I closed my eyes with shame at my misdemeanour as I hear Her towel Herself dry – a treat that I was usually allowed to perform.  

I could see as She sat at the dresser and combed Her hair – how I wished that I was there to bring a shine to Her locks, yet I knew that I was going to have to suffer today.  I knew that it was for the best – yet what suffering it engendered.  She had selected my favourite lingerie too – we had sat for hours (well, I had knelt, and She had sat) selecting an ensemble that we both found really exciting.  

Kneeling so that I could see through the keyhole seemed to cause additional stress and my knees were helping me to remember that – if onlt the keyhole was just a little higher, or a little lower … yet, despite the discomfort I could not tear my eyes from the Lady that I adored.  

Soon, Her hair was shining, Her makeup was impeccably applied, and She walked slowly towards me.  Tonight was an important engagement, and I was hoping to be allowed to be at Her side.  She reached for the closet door – OH NOOOOOO – She opened the other closet door.  Her expensive gown – the one that I had so carefully laundered and ironed just yesterday was brought out to be worn.  Slowly She stepped into the gown, and turned so that I could see Her fasten the garment without any help from me.  I could not remember the last time I had know Her to do that – I had been allowed that pleasure for longer than I now cared to remember.

She crouched down slowly, until I could see Her looking at me through the keyhole, and She blew me a kiss.  “Nite nite pet – read this after I have left” She whispered, and slid a sealed envelope under the closet door.  She quickly left the room and turned out the light.  I could not see the envelope yet, and with my hands bound behind it was not going to be an easy task anyway.  

When my eyes had started to adjust I could see the envelope, and I slid onto my back to find the envelope, and then to retrieve the contents.  I had to lay the letter that I found inside onto the floor carefully and wait some more minutes before I could then read what She had written.  

It seemed to take for ever to accomplish that – and the result was that She had left me with the whereabouts of the key to let me out of the closet and unlock my shackles, and some further instructions for the evening.

In addition to my usual tasks I was to launder Her outfit from today and have it ready for use tomorrow, and then – before She returned – I had one last assignment.  She would send me a text message 10 minutes before She was due to return.

I set about my assignments with eagerness and enthusiasm – desperately wanting to Show Her how much I adored Her, how much I loved Her; that I was Hers 100% and 24/7.

The text arrived just as I was completing my penultimate assignment, so I quickly went and knelt 10 feet from the frond door, knees widely parted, and started stroking.  “Hard and on the edge when I open the front door” was my last assignment.  It did not take long to get hard, and not much longer to be near the edge.  I kept stroking, not wanting to get too close too soon.  I looked at the clock in the hallway and saw that 10 minutes was up – I gazed at the image of my Mistress in my minds eye and stroked … closer … closer … straining to try and hear as She approached the door. 

SO close now … so very close – I kept stroking and moaning – unable to keep quiet as I surfed the edge.  Every time I heard a noise I made sure to be RIGHT on the edge.  After about 20 minutes I heard a sound that I was sure was Her – and then the sound of a key in the lock.

All of a sudden I thought – what if She is not alone … what if She has company !!!!!

I cast those thoughts aside – I no longer cared – I was HERS and I would serve Her in any and every way I could.  

The door swung open.  She stepped inside and slowly closed the door behind Her.  She stood looking at me, my stifled lusty whimpering moans breaking the silence.  

“Cum” She said quietly.

I needed no further instruction and erupted with two more strokes, and then collapsed on the floor at Her feet.  She walked past me into the lounge and instructed me to make Her a coffee and bring it to Her.  
“Kneel here, pet”, She indicated the carpet beside Her feet.  I laid my head on Her thigh, my cheeks moist from quiet tears.  She stroked my hair, and I knew I had at last found forgiveness.  

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Welcome to FEMDOM Confessions!

Alright then, it's time to begin. 

I want you to sit back, relax, and let the events of your day slowly melt away. Let the sound of my voice, and the voices of the other confessors carry you into another place. Really let yourself experience the next few moments to the fullest extent... envision events as they unfold... be there... right in the moment.  This experience for you will be filled with confessions of secret desires of fantasies both explored and some yet to be realized.  

Some will intrigue you.  Some may inspire you.  Others may shock you.

But let there be no doubt, if this reading proves to be like the others that have preceded it, for other confessors, other listeners, you will not leave this blog feeling unmoved.  In fact, you may just leave it with a deeper understanding of your very own desires, feel inspired to explore something new with someone you hold dear, or perhaps... just perhaps... feel the rising need to confess something yourself.

It's been five months this Saturday since we sat down for our very first FEMDOM Confessions event, and for almost all of those Saturdays (I missed two!), we have prepared ourselves to hear your confessions, saying the prelude almost exactly as above (adopted to reach our blogging audience).  It's a sweet anniversary, and I feel like we're reaching an even more varied, exciting audience with this blog.  

The confessions you're about to read are REAL FEMDOM confessions and fantasies.  Submissives and Mistresses alike have poured their heart and soul into these writings to deliver us some of the finest in genuine admissions and what has proved to be some of the most incredible FEMDOM erotica you will find anywhere - in Second Life and beyond.  

I hope you are able to enjoy this collection of posts, laugh, squirm in your seat, be shocked, cry, and hang onto the edge with us all as we journey together into this world of the imagination and redemption.

Oh... and one last thing.  

Should you truly be inspired to be published on this site, take part in a LIVE FEMDOM Confessions Event in Second Life, or want more information, please contact me - Ravanys Lavendel, in-world in Second Life or at ravanyslavendel@yahoo.com

Ready?  

Let the experience begin.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

I Lust Him - Anonymous

I'm at The Dominion. Chatting to Ladies and subs, relaxed but expectant. The familiar box appears in the bottom right corner. He has logged on.

My heart beat quickens, my stomach flips:  My boy is here. My gorgeous, sexy, funny, clever, horny little slut is here to worship at my feet.

He arrives and scurries over. I grab his leash. He greets me in his usual fashion. I am smiling at my computer. I am smiling at him. My own, MINE. I am proud of him. He gives me my power, he brings out all the best that is within me. He fires me up. He excites me. He makes me feel like a Goddess. 

I want to deovur him, consume him. Possess his very core. I want to claw at him, bite him, grasp him, tease him and torment him. I love to hear him cry, beg, and whimper. And moan, oh how I love his moans, his desperate, animalistic grunts and gasps. 

His presences makes me wet. My sex throbs just having him at my feet.

I want to know him inside and out, I want him. I WILL have him.

I am the ying to his yang, the control to his yielding. His submission empowers me. He completes me.

I lust him. 

It is beautiful.