Submitted anonymously by a Domme of the Dominion
The airport was busy, her eyes scanned the crowds almost as if she didn't see them. Her plane had touched down just half an hour ago and suprisingly, she'd found her luggage quickly and had time to refresh herself from the flight already. For a brief instant, a flash of panic hit her, asking herself "why did they agree to this?", but then she remembered, the long nights together, sharing a space of their own where noone could interfere and now, she was desperate for the scent of him, to hold something tangible in her arms. When he'd said he felt the same way, there was no hiding from it, it had taken them years to acknowledge this and finally that moment was arriving fast. Taking another sip from her coffee cup, she listened as the loud speaker announced the imminent arrival of his plane, 5 more minutes. Taking a deep breath, she finished the coffee, a quick glance into a tiny mirror making sure he hair was in place, her make up not smugdged and one last lingering look at her boots, a smile forming on her lips as she did so.
As she began to make her way to the agreed meeting point, she wondered, would he remember and do what she had asked of him, she was almost certain he would, but for once the tiniest of doubt crept into her. They'd exchanged photos a couple of years previous, and then a few more since, but even now she wasn't sure who she was looking for. Watching each man step past her, eyeing the appearance, the smart business men with shiny shoes, clutching battered briefcases to the scruffiest teen, hair in disarry, sporting the obligatory ripped jeans and shade of black Tshirt. Her eyes settled suddenly on a bouquet of red roses, looking a little worse for wear but still, they were her clue, taking a moment to compose herself, she finally met his eyes, stepping forward a little, making the first move towards him. There was for a moment an almost awkward silence, something that hadn't transpired between them at all in their usual world, holding her breath a moment she just stood waiting.. He looked at her, she watched his face as that moment of recognition kicked in and he realised what she wanted of him, at first he laughed, shaking his head and holding out the flowers to her. She refused to take them, trying to keep her face expressionless even as her body shook with mirth, she knew now he would do it and when he did, it would mean something deep to both of them. Awkwardly he glanced around him, a dusting of blush on his cheeks, she just nodded, holding her head high and keeping her eyes firmly on him. She didn't wait long, she could almost see him shaking as he dropped to his knees before her, his arms finding their way around her thighs, the flowers discarded for now by his feet, she watched his eyes close as her hand naturally found it's way into his hair as if they had done this a thousand times before, but hadn't they..
She just uttered the words "Greetings, my boy", letting him remain at her feet for a few minutes, drowning in the feelings brought out that this was finally real, feeling his hair slip through her fingers the way she always imagined it would. For those moments, they were lost again in their world, the noise of the crowd dispersed, even ignoring the odd looks some people were giving them, what did they know, why should she care, for now, it was just him and her, keeping to a ritual that over the years had come to mean so much.
Monday, March 1, 2010
First Encounter Part I
Submitted by a submissive at the Dominion
I had recieved an email in my mailbox early Saturday morning and was puzzled as to who it was from until I remembered it could only be one person. Filled to bursting with a nervous knot in my stomach and also a sort of excitement, I went read the email and discovered it wasn't who I expected it to be. I wasn't disappointed at all it just seemed unexpected.
Upon reading said email the nervousness welled up inside me once more causing me to squirm in my seat. I had been waiting for this time to come, and now that it was here...How would I handle it? An encounter was commanded of me...I loved to be commanded yes, and it gave strict instructions on what to bring, what to wear and what time to appear. Midday they demanded..I had planned to be away with friends..but I knew with some persistant pleading I could call off sick to take a much needed break to be with my summoner.
And so I did. After coughing, moaning and voicing nasally I had convinced my friends that I was just too ill to leave that day..I'm sure one of them knew what was going on but knew me well enough that I meant business and wasn't going to let anything ruin the rest of my day.
What to bring...I was directed to bring my heavy leather torso harness, my cuff set, my latex outfit and a box of black condoms. It struck me as odd to bring so little, but I never questioned it further in my head.
What to wear...I was to walk out of my house with clothes I didn't mind getting dirty. So I ended up wearing a pair of simple low rise jeans, a striped button up shirt, and some simple loafers. I put on my lucky brown leather necklace that had a mock tiger's tooth on the end.
After gathering up these my items into a brown grocery bag, and putting on my clothes I walked over to my brown suede couch and waited till an hour before noon. And waited and fell asleep with my eyes open fixated on the red rimmed wall clock that hung just above the short tv stand.
When the time hit 10:58am my mind's eyes saw through my eye and triggered me to wake up. I rubbed my eyes for a good 4mins then eventually walked into the bathroom to dab some water into them.
A great relief. I looked up from the sink basin and looked dead into the mirror to check myself for any fixable imperfections. It was to be my first time and I wanted to leave a great impression of myself. I noted that the nap on the couch ruined my hair. So I reach down, grab my hard brush and start to brush from the back of my head forward creating small waves in my short hair. I looked myself over once more and when satisfied I walked out of the bathroom and back into the living room.
It was time and anxiety crept up on me again. My arms felt like water as I retrieved my grocery bag of items and keys off the kitchen counter, and with one final look around both rooms I nodded to myself and headed out the front door.
The weather was perfect today. Warm, sunny, and yet it was all bare-able in sleeves which was fine since I didn't need to be any darker. I unlocked my car with a push of a button on the remote, got in, set my bag on the seat next to me, and had one more final look at myself. I gave myself a smile, told myself things were going to be fine, pulled out of my driveway and headed to the east.
After 10 mins I had finally gotten halfway to my checkpoint and the closer I got the more I started to knot up. I needed to do something to clear my head, so I turned on the radio and my favourite song had come on. It was something from the Beetles and after being stopped by a red light I started to drum on my steering wheel to the beat. I bobbed my head and the person next to me stared on. I looked over, gave a welcoming nod, then the light changed and I was off again.
Finally! I had reached my destination. And what a destination it was. I arrived at 11:45am in front of a luxuries mini-mansion. The outside was the mansion was built with grey masons stone, dark red roof, a double chimney, and a winding drive way. The yard had lush green grass that seemed to be recently trimmed as I could still smell the cut blades but faintly. I walked up to the veranda and noticed on both sides were rose bushes is full bloom. The left had red, the right had white. Both spoke to me a symbol of unity, and I held onto that thought in my heart.
I stood as relaxed as I could and started to ring the doorbell. it chimed like most doorbells, slow and loud, and I could hear this even outside. The door I stood in front of was a storm door that was black and decorated with the usual leaves and spirals. The door behind it was made of oak with the center hollowed out and implanted with a clear glass etching of a hand holding a riding crop. To the untrained eye I'm sure it would have been something else to them.
I reached over to push the doorbell again but stopped when I saw a read haired woman in a black skirt suit walking towards the door. She seemed to smile when she saw me and unlocked the door without haste. She opened both doors for me and asked me to take off my shoes and come right in. I sat there frozen for a minute when I heard her accent, it was unforgettable. I could feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest to make her speak more to me
She looked at me through red glasses and clapped her hands twice to snap me out of whatever realm I fell into. I looked at her shocked and slightly embarrassed and hurriedly took off my shoes. She took them from my hand as I walked through the door, and placed them into a coat closet in a spot she would remember. I looked all over the foyer to see she was a woman of greater taste than I had actually imagined. Small table sculptures and paintings decorated this entrance and I could have gone on but again she called me to her attention.
I was displeasing her already without meaning to and I looked to the floor at my sockless feet. I saw her tall heels as she walked closer to me and took my chin in her right hand and with her green eyes she looked into my brown ones. A smile spread across her face and her lips crept closer to mine. I fell for the trap and when I went forward she slowly pulled away letting a finger slide off the tip of my chin. I stood there growing with excitement in more places than one. I didn't think she had noticed this as she turned away from me and now seemed to be holding something in her hand. I could hear it tapping in her and soft chuckle came from her. She turned to me now holding whatever it was behind her back.
She came close to me again but this time she examined me. She ran a hand over my left arm, caressing my forearm up to my shoulder where she would give a firm squeeze. The buttons of my shirt were being undone by her nimble fingers. She spread it my shirt open to examine my chest and abdomen. She seemed very satisfied, as I heard an "Mmhm", and continued to my rear. I felt a gentle pull on my shirt and a second later it was sliding off my back and onto the floor. I heard my shirt being tossed and when I looked down I saw it wasn't on the floor, but my head was quickly pulled back by her firm hand. She pondered my figure and ran something cold over my back. I tried to look around but this time she said my name in a commanding tone and I quickly obeyed.
She traced the object over the lines of my shoulder blades, then to the small line of my ribs and finally the line of my spine. The object was rode up to the back of my neck and down to lower back sliding over my belt and over butt. I heard her chuckle again as she rode the object over my butt and between my legs where she would give a firm tap on my sac. I jumped just slightly and instinctually tried to protect myself. She walked around to the front of me and looked from my face to my hands covering my cock.
She exposed the object which I recognize as the crop from the door etching, and gave my hands a firm slap with it. "I'll have none of that boy" and slipped the crop between my hands to which I removed slowly to my sides. "Hands behind your back and don't move them" I did as she said. She smiled and ran the crop over my chin. "Good boy". She lowered the crop and touched my sac in a more teasing manner. I started to grow even more excited as my cock was starting to become a prominent bulge in my jeans and she could see this clearly.
"Widen your stance boy..I want to see what you're hiding in there" she tapped both legs from my inner thigh as she said this and I stood more open as she commanded. I felt her left hand give my sac a nice squeeze and my abdomen tightened as i rolled my eyes. She slowly undid my belt and lowered my head to try and see what she was doing, but again she stopped me. "Keep your head straight" I lifted my head and stared ahead at the vase on the mantle of an unlit fireplace while she continued to undo my belt, then the button on my jeans and finally the zipper.
She stood back and eyed me carefully with a huge grin. "Aren't you forgetting something boy?". I looked down, but quickly my head was pushed back up. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to dress in whites before you put on pants boy?" I had completetly forgot my underwear before leaving home and now here I am hung out in nothing but jeans. She marveled this and caressed my cock with her crop, "They don't make them much like this anymore", She was referring to me being uncut and took instant pleasure in gripping my cock and sliding up the foreskin over the head. I started to lean my hips slowly forward so she could get more of it in her hand, but she placed my cock back into my pants, zipped, and buttoned me back up. Before she took her hand off she would give me another squeeze holding longer than the first, then she finally let's go.
I had recieved an email in my mailbox early Saturday morning and was puzzled as to who it was from until I remembered it could only be one person. Filled to bursting with a nervous knot in my stomach and also a sort of excitement, I went read the email and discovered it wasn't who I expected it to be. I wasn't disappointed at all it just seemed unexpected.
Upon reading said email the nervousness welled up inside me once more causing me to squirm in my seat. I had been waiting for this time to come, and now that it was here...How would I handle it? An encounter was commanded of me...I loved to be commanded yes, and it gave strict instructions on what to bring, what to wear and what time to appear. Midday they demanded..I had planned to be away with friends..but I knew with some persistant pleading I could call off sick to take a much needed break to be with my summoner.
And so I did. After coughing, moaning and voicing nasally I had convinced my friends that I was just too ill to leave that day..I'm sure one of them knew what was going on but knew me well enough that I meant business and wasn't going to let anything ruin the rest of my day.
What to bring...I was directed to bring my heavy leather torso harness, my cuff set, my latex outfit and a box of black condoms. It struck me as odd to bring so little, but I never questioned it further in my head.
What to wear...I was to walk out of my house with clothes I didn't mind getting dirty. So I ended up wearing a pair of simple low rise jeans, a striped button up shirt, and some simple loafers. I put on my lucky brown leather necklace that had a mock tiger's tooth on the end.
After gathering up these my items into a brown grocery bag, and putting on my clothes I walked over to my brown suede couch and waited till an hour before noon. And waited and fell asleep with my eyes open fixated on the red rimmed wall clock that hung just above the short tv stand.
When the time hit 10:58am my mind's eyes saw through my eye and triggered me to wake up. I rubbed my eyes for a good 4mins then eventually walked into the bathroom to dab some water into them.
A great relief. I looked up from the sink basin and looked dead into the mirror to check myself for any fixable imperfections. It was to be my first time and I wanted to leave a great impression of myself. I noted that the nap on the couch ruined my hair. So I reach down, grab my hard brush and start to brush from the back of my head forward creating small waves in my short hair. I looked myself over once more and when satisfied I walked out of the bathroom and back into the living room.
It was time and anxiety crept up on me again. My arms felt like water as I retrieved my grocery bag of items and keys off the kitchen counter, and with one final look around both rooms I nodded to myself and headed out the front door.
The weather was perfect today. Warm, sunny, and yet it was all bare-able in sleeves which was fine since I didn't need to be any darker. I unlocked my car with a push of a button on the remote, got in, set my bag on the seat next to me, and had one more final look at myself. I gave myself a smile, told myself things were going to be fine, pulled out of my driveway and headed to the east.
After 10 mins I had finally gotten halfway to my checkpoint and the closer I got the more I started to knot up. I needed to do something to clear my head, so I turned on the radio and my favourite song had come on. It was something from the Beetles and after being stopped by a red light I started to drum on my steering wheel to the beat. I bobbed my head and the person next to me stared on. I looked over, gave a welcoming nod, then the light changed and I was off again.
Finally! I had reached my destination. And what a destination it was. I arrived at 11:45am in front of a luxuries mini-mansion. The outside was the mansion was built with grey masons stone, dark red roof, a double chimney, and a winding drive way. The yard had lush green grass that seemed to be recently trimmed as I could still smell the cut blades but faintly. I walked up to the veranda and noticed on both sides were rose bushes is full bloom. The left had red, the right had white. Both spoke to me a symbol of unity, and I held onto that thought in my heart.
I stood as relaxed as I could and started to ring the doorbell. it chimed like most doorbells, slow and loud, and I could hear this even outside. The door I stood in front of was a storm door that was black and decorated with the usual leaves and spirals. The door behind it was made of oak with the center hollowed out and implanted with a clear glass etching of a hand holding a riding crop. To the untrained eye I'm sure it would have been something else to them.
I reached over to push the doorbell again but stopped when I saw a read haired woman in a black skirt suit walking towards the door. She seemed to smile when she saw me and unlocked the door without haste. She opened both doors for me and asked me to take off my shoes and come right in. I sat there frozen for a minute when I heard her accent, it was unforgettable. I could feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest to make her speak more to me
She looked at me through red glasses and clapped her hands twice to snap me out of whatever realm I fell into. I looked at her shocked and slightly embarrassed and hurriedly took off my shoes. She took them from my hand as I walked through the door, and placed them into a coat closet in a spot she would remember. I looked all over the foyer to see she was a woman of greater taste than I had actually imagined. Small table sculptures and paintings decorated this entrance and I could have gone on but again she called me to her attention.
I was displeasing her already without meaning to and I looked to the floor at my sockless feet. I saw her tall heels as she walked closer to me and took my chin in her right hand and with her green eyes she looked into my brown ones. A smile spread across her face and her lips crept closer to mine. I fell for the trap and when I went forward she slowly pulled away letting a finger slide off the tip of my chin. I stood there growing with excitement in more places than one. I didn't think she had noticed this as she turned away from me and now seemed to be holding something in her hand. I could hear it tapping in her and soft chuckle came from her. She turned to me now holding whatever it was behind her back.
She came close to me again but this time she examined me. She ran a hand over my left arm, caressing my forearm up to my shoulder where she would give a firm squeeze. The buttons of my shirt were being undone by her nimble fingers. She spread it my shirt open to examine my chest and abdomen. She seemed very satisfied, as I heard an "Mmhm", and continued to my rear. I felt a gentle pull on my shirt and a second later it was sliding off my back and onto the floor. I heard my shirt being tossed and when I looked down I saw it wasn't on the floor, but my head was quickly pulled back by her firm hand. She pondered my figure and ran something cold over my back. I tried to look around but this time she said my name in a commanding tone and I quickly obeyed.
She traced the object over the lines of my shoulder blades, then to the small line of my ribs and finally the line of my spine. The object was rode up to the back of my neck and down to lower back sliding over my belt and over butt. I heard her chuckle again as she rode the object over my butt and between my legs where she would give a firm tap on my sac. I jumped just slightly and instinctually tried to protect myself. She walked around to the front of me and looked from my face to my hands covering my cock.
She exposed the object which I recognize as the crop from the door etching, and gave my hands a firm slap with it. "I'll have none of that boy" and slipped the crop between my hands to which I removed slowly to my sides. "Hands behind your back and don't move them" I did as she said. She smiled and ran the crop over my chin. "Good boy". She lowered the crop and touched my sac in a more teasing manner. I started to grow even more excited as my cock was starting to become a prominent bulge in my jeans and she could see this clearly.
"Widen your stance boy..I want to see what you're hiding in there" she tapped both legs from my inner thigh as she said this and I stood more open as she commanded. I felt her left hand give my sac a nice squeeze and my abdomen tightened as i rolled my eyes. She slowly undid my belt and lowered my head to try and see what she was doing, but again she stopped me. "Keep your head straight" I lifted my head and stared ahead at the vase on the mantle of an unlit fireplace while she continued to undo my belt, then the button on my jeans and finally the zipper.
She stood back and eyed me carefully with a huge grin. "Aren't you forgetting something boy?". I looked down, but quickly my head was pushed back up. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to dress in whites before you put on pants boy?" I had completetly forgot my underwear before leaving home and now here I am hung out in nothing but jeans. She marveled this and caressed my cock with her crop, "They don't make them much like this anymore", She was referring to me being uncut and took instant pleasure in gripping my cock and sliding up the foreskin over the head. I started to lean my hips slowly forward so she could get more of it in her hand, but she placed my cock back into my pants, zipped, and buttoned me back up. Before she took her hand off she would give me another squeeze holding longer than the first, then she finally let's go.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tease and Denial
Submitted anonymously by a submissive at the Dominion
The weekend had been crazy, a dreadful vinilla encounter made me realise I could never go back to an ordinary sex life. I even went to see a prostitute in the city to experience some kink just to get my self confidence back, getting my ass kicked by a black haired skinny Latex Dominatrix is expensive, I can only afford it went i'm not in debt. It was hot on the surface but not doubt it was about the money.
I was on good form again afterward and enthusiastic about accepting myself as a submissive and continuing my life that way so the next day I called into a fairly extreme femdom club I knew called the Dominion, not the type of place your going to meet a human rights lawyer but if your ready to submit to some lifestyle Dommes it's the place to go... if your not.. well you can FXXK OFF.
The Club is in the grounds of an old castle and all men have to kneel, they are strict on that. I stummbled on my way in and ended up kneeling at the feet off a beautiful Domme friend of mine that I hadnt seen in months. She smiled down at me as I looked up in fear afraid of getting a kick in the nuts, She patted me on the head and ordered me to strip. When i took off my clothes I revealled that I was wearing womens underwear, I had forgotten about that, even thinking it was normal just going around in my own kinky world.
I blushed as the Dommes and subs sniggere, Miss M, whom i hadnt seen for months was taking a liking to me filling me in on Her recent adventures and asking me about mine, She told me to kneel a little bit further away from Her, just enough to let me know who was in charge. My submissive side responded really well to Her and She spoke to me about Her specific tastes and disires, how She liked to feminize men, how it was a handy tool for controling them. She started to tease me telling me how she would like to put me in a pair of high heels which were just a little too tight and have me squat over a dildo attached to the floor with nipple clamp on. I love hearing Domme fantasies its a delacasy to be let into a fantasy and my head was spinning when She invited me back to Her home.
She was slim with long dark hair, a pretty face, she was relaxed confident and in control. "Come on in doll" she said as she brought me to Her room, why don't you put these on she said handing me a pair of black fishnets, "leave on your lacy black top princess but take of you panties for me she said as She poured herself a glass of wine, She took a seat watching me.
She trew me a cock ring to wear, I looked down at my cock which was fat and swollen and had been at different stages of arousal all evening. Seconds later my cock was swelling uncomfortably and getting darker from the cock ring contricting the blood flow, She didnt care, laughs at me and smiling to herself. She threw me a mediem bum plug telling me to lube it up and push it into my ass, I didnt get it in first time but on the second try it went all the way in, She had me kneel there pulling it out and pushing it back in for a while as I got really submissive and started to shake. When She was satisfied She threw a dildo to where I was kneeling on the floor telling me to push it in. She encouraged me telling me to stroke my cock and bring myself close to orgasm. She told me to put my ass on the floor will the dildo in it and hump up and down while i stroke my cock for Her entertainment, I was kneeling there dressed in black fishnets lacy frilly black nighty and humping a dildo whilst stroking my cock for this Dominant Goddess whom I would have done anything for, I begged her to let me cum and she teased me.. she had me say please Miss, may this slut cum for You and She counted down from three, I kept humpin the dildo, 2 please Miss, may this slut cum for You, 1 please Miss may this slut come for you
The weekend had been crazy, a dreadful vinilla encounter made me realise I could never go back to an ordinary sex life. I even went to see a prostitute in the city to experience some kink just to get my self confidence back, getting my ass kicked by a black haired skinny Latex Dominatrix is expensive, I can only afford it went i'm not in debt. It was hot on the surface but not doubt it was about the money.
I was on good form again afterward and enthusiastic about accepting myself as a submissive and continuing my life that way so the next day I called into a fairly extreme femdom club I knew called the Dominion, not the type of place your going to meet a human rights lawyer but if your ready to submit to some lifestyle Dommes it's the place to go... if your not.. well you can FXXK OFF.
The Club is in the grounds of an old castle and all men have to kneel, they are strict on that. I stummbled on my way in and ended up kneeling at the feet off a beautiful Domme friend of mine that I hadnt seen in months. She smiled down at me as I looked up in fear afraid of getting a kick in the nuts, She patted me on the head and ordered me to strip. When i took off my clothes I revealled that I was wearing womens underwear, I had forgotten about that, even thinking it was normal just going around in my own kinky world.
I blushed as the Dommes and subs sniggere, Miss M, whom i hadnt seen for months was taking a liking to me filling me in on Her recent adventures and asking me about mine, She told me to kneel a little bit further away from Her, just enough to let me know who was in charge. My submissive side responded really well to Her and She spoke to me about Her specific tastes and disires, how She liked to feminize men, how it was a handy tool for controling them. She started to tease me telling me how she would like to put me in a pair of high heels which were just a little too tight and have me squat over a dildo attached to the floor with nipple clamp on. I love hearing Domme fantasies its a delacasy to be let into a fantasy and my head was spinning when She invited me back to Her home.
She was slim with long dark hair, a pretty face, she was relaxed confident and in control. "Come on in doll" she said as she brought me to Her room, why don't you put these on she said handing me a pair of black fishnets, "leave on your lacy black top princess but take of you panties for me she said as She poured herself a glass of wine, She took a seat watching me.
She trew me a cock ring to wear, I looked down at my cock which was fat and swollen and had been at different stages of arousal all evening. Seconds later my cock was swelling uncomfortably and getting darker from the cock ring contricting the blood flow, She didnt care, laughs at me and smiling to herself. She threw me a mediem bum plug telling me to lube it up and push it into my ass, I didnt get it in first time but on the second try it went all the way in, She had me kneel there pulling it out and pushing it back in for a while as I got really submissive and started to shake. When She was satisfied She threw a dildo to where I was kneeling on the floor telling me to push it in. She encouraged me telling me to stroke my cock and bring myself close to orgasm. She told me to put my ass on the floor will the dildo in it and hump up and down while i stroke my cock for Her entertainment, I was kneeling there dressed in black fishnets lacy frilly black nighty and humping a dildo whilst stroking my cock for this Dominant Goddess whom I would have done anything for, I begged her to let me cum and she teased me.. she had me say please Miss, may this slut cum for You and She counted down from three, I kept humpin the dildo, 2 please Miss, may this slut cum for You, 1 please Miss may this slut come for you
Darkness
Submitted anonymously by a submissive at the Dominion
Walking through the hall of the large house, my mind wondering around. Thoughts of what was to come when we reached the end of the hall and moved into the room with the door closed. My Feet so heavy it felt I could not take another step, My will the only thing that makes me continue.
Her hand moves to my shoulder, strong and warm against the bare flesh of my shoulder. My eyes staying ahead of me as we travel, The hall seeming so long this night. My words had caused this, my actions had caused such things. Tonight I would pay dearly for such freedom of my tongue.
So close to me she is now, right behind me, the sounds of her heels hitting the floor and flooding my mind with each step. The sounds telling me of the tense and upset mood. Heavy breaths behind my neck, I could feel the pain of what had happened in them, the hair on my arms and neck stand up, slight little bumps gracing my skin.
The door, The dark door, my body in front of it. Only needed is my hand to lift and turn the handle, such a hard thing to do. Fighting within myself to do as I should or to run beg plea. The warm hand squeezed my shoulder, somewhat comforting in it's grasp, but I knew what would happen when I had spoken my mind so freely. When I stood up for what I believed in.
My hand lifted and felt the cold metal of the knob, slowly it turns with a small cry, the door creaking open as blackness hit my eyes. My will caring my feet forward into the coldness of the black as the door closes behind me. The feeling of the person behind me gone now, I turn and see nothing, She was gone, No touch, no voice just the door. Alone in the darkness My thoughts lost in my head, The punishment more then I thought.
Standing in the darkness just inside the closed door, nothing seen in the pitch blackness. Alone in my thoughts knowing what I had done. My body tense, pain in my body not from the physical. Wanting to break out of the room and disappear from it all, to forget it, but knowing I could not run from such, it would haunt me for much longer then I knew. A light begins to come into view across the room, My eyes drawn to it a voice speaks with it calm and soothing sound. My mind instantly being drawn, my feet moving cautiously towards it. The light growing, taking a form as one I knew, but not one I was all that close to. Not alone, someone there to hear my fears worries and faults and not judging me.
The room now bright and my eyes drawn to one as I now knew I did not have to go through this alone, that there was someone who cared, someone who was comforting and reassured me of what had happened. Someone to clear my thoughts and to watch over me with no strings attached. The times will be slow and rough, but now not lonely and as cold as the path would be if left in the darkness after my actions.
Walking through the hall of the large house, my mind wondering around. Thoughts of what was to come when we reached the end of the hall and moved into the room with the door closed. My Feet so heavy it felt I could not take another step, My will the only thing that makes me continue.
Her hand moves to my shoulder, strong and warm against the bare flesh of my shoulder. My eyes staying ahead of me as we travel, The hall seeming so long this night. My words had caused this, my actions had caused such things. Tonight I would pay dearly for such freedom of my tongue.
So close to me she is now, right behind me, the sounds of her heels hitting the floor and flooding my mind with each step. The sounds telling me of the tense and upset mood. Heavy breaths behind my neck, I could feel the pain of what had happened in them, the hair on my arms and neck stand up, slight little bumps gracing my skin.
The door, The dark door, my body in front of it. Only needed is my hand to lift and turn the handle, such a hard thing to do. Fighting within myself to do as I should or to run beg plea. The warm hand squeezed my shoulder, somewhat comforting in it's grasp, but I knew what would happen when I had spoken my mind so freely. When I stood up for what I believed in.
My hand lifted and felt the cold metal of the knob, slowly it turns with a small cry, the door creaking open as blackness hit my eyes. My will caring my feet forward into the coldness of the black as the door closes behind me. The feeling of the person behind me gone now, I turn and see nothing, She was gone, No touch, no voice just the door. Alone in the darkness My thoughts lost in my head, The punishment more then I thought.
Standing in the darkness just inside the closed door, nothing seen in the pitch blackness. Alone in my thoughts knowing what I had done. My body tense, pain in my body not from the physical. Wanting to break out of the room and disappear from it all, to forget it, but knowing I could not run from such, it would haunt me for much longer then I knew. A light begins to come into view across the room, My eyes drawn to it a voice speaks with it calm and soothing sound. My mind instantly being drawn, my feet moving cautiously towards it. The light growing, taking a form as one I knew, but not one I was all that close to. Not alone, someone there to hear my fears worries and faults and not judging me.
The room now bright and my eyes drawn to one as I now knew I did not have to go through this alone, that there was someone who cared, someone who was comforting and reassured me of what had happened. Someone to clear my thoughts and to watch over me with no strings attached. The times will be slow and rough, but now not lonely and as cold as the path would be if left in the darkness after my actions.
Discoman & Panzerboy City at War: Episode 6
Submitted by Eroyan Barmy
“Heroes”
My wife held our babies close to her and moved them to the hallway. The news was carrying on about a scene in the park found that morning were several members of a crime cartel had been found killed and one seemed to be drained of blood. As they whispered of the works of Huntress, I tightened my grip on the bat in my lap.
Linda my wife, and my two children where now hunkered down in entrance to the hallway. The four gang members had forced their way into our building and the sounds of doors breaking and people yelling had gotten slowly and methodically louder over the past few hours.
They were heading this way on our floor now before I told Linda to move the children. I watched the door and waited praying that they would pass us by. That they would not be interested in my little home that they would have more important places to steal from.
“Harold…” my wife whispered.
“Stay calm Linda, and no matter what protect the children. You should take them into the bedroom and lock the door.” I said.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me just take the kids, lock the door and don’t come out.”
I heard her get up and move the children. I never spared a look I remembered my family smiling and laughing already today. I would take it to my grave happily if I could protect them. I did not have to see their concerned faces. Daddy will protect you my darlings. Have no fear of that.
I heard movement behind me and turned just a bit from the door. Linda was standing there and I sighed a bit.
“What are you doing my love?” I hissed at her.
“I can’t leave you.” She said softly.
“Where are the children?”
“In the bedroom, under the bed, I locked the door. They are frightened.”
“They are not the only ones. I want you out of the way my love. I know I cannot make you leave. But don’t get yourself hurt.”
She moved behind and slightly to my side as I inhaled deeply hearing heavy footfalls outside our door stop and rough voices speaking to each other.
“I don’t get it whole freaking apartment building and so far barely anything of value.”
“Well if you had brought the truck idiot we could be putting some televisions in the back to sell.”
“Hey fuck you man, Chester’s the one that said let’s just keep it low key and rob money and jewelry from them.”
“Both of you shut the hell up! Rick… kick that door in and let’s hope at least this poor son of a bitch has got some money stashed away.”
I tensed and my heart was racing I could see shadows moving on the underside of the door. My palms were sweating and I could hear my wife’s breathing getting rapid. This is it I thought do or die time. The crashing of wood and a door slamming back against its frame made me jump almost clear out of the chair I was seated in. Instinctively I shut my eyes from flying debris expecting to get pelted with pieces of wood.
When I opened my eyes our door was still intact. I inhaled deeply and realized they had busted into our neighbors apartment across the hall. I heard glass breaking and things being dumped all over as they rushed in and searched for thing. That god I knew our neighbor wasn’t home. He was a single fellow nice enough really that worked the late shift at the harbor. He had gotten stuck outside the area when the City of Dominion shut down the whole south side. When all the trouble started, he had gotten through to us briefly to say he was stuck at work and if we would to feed his fish this afternoon. It was one of the last calls that got to us before many of the phone lines went down.
I breathed deeply and continued to pray they would find what they wanted and just leave. Just go, I wasn’t a brave man though I wouldn’t let anything happen to my family but I didn’t want to have to face four gang members with nothing but a bat.
I held my wife’s hand tightly as we listened to them tear that young man’s apartment apart. We heard the rough laughter and curses they flew at each other. We waited… it seemed like eternity just waiting listening praying.
“Is there nothing in the whole damn building that’s worth anything!” one of the gang members screamed. It sounded like the one they called Chester.
I moved, somehow I knew what was going to happen and protected my wife. Just as our door kicked inward slamming against our wall and shattering a vase my wife loved into a million pieces. Without thinking I came up swinging and cold cocked the first guy in, sending him sprawling back into the hallway. Amid the curses and tumbling bodies I was up and grabbed our door and shut it bracing myself against the door to hold it shut.
My wife to her credit did not cry out or scream she simply ran to the closet and got the hammer out of my work-belt and found a few old nails I had dropped in there. Running back to be I felt the gang members beat on our door. I strained as I held them back as my wife did her best to beat a few nails into the door. But I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
They were screaming for blood. Someone defied them and that sent them into a rage. Not to mention I probably at least cracked the first guys jaw. Wordlessly I held the door and my wife was able to get a few nails into the door and door jamb to ease the pressure on me a bit. I braced myself ready to stay there forever if needed. I said one small prayer that had been voiced by my children earlier that day. Lord please let a hero save us.
The door rocked violently and I heard one of the nails pop out and had to scoot bad into place. They were ramming the door with something large and hard. Again and again it beat into our door and I scrambled to try and keep myself braced against it. My wife still, holding the hammer, started to weep and I heard the door frame cracking a bit as the wood gave way slowly.
I looked to her and her at me and she nodded. No words had to be spoken she knew what I was saying. I love you with all my heart. We are going to have to fight. If I should die, know that I give all and everything to you willingly.
I moved and the door exploded inward again. The heavy couch from my neighbor was a makeshift battering ram for them. A second later they poured into out apartment. I swung and missed at the first one again. Bringing my bat back around for another swing. My wife got a good hit on one of the guy’s hands as he was trying to climb over the couch into the room. I gut checked one and was about to crack his head open when I heard my wife scream. Spinning around I saw one of the guys had my wife down and holding a knife to her neck.
Screaming in a blind red rage I rushed forward only to get clocked in the head by a heavy boot and down I went. Two of them held me down and they kicked the bat away. The third one kicked me hard and I could see the bruise on his jaw and the blood on his lips from where I had knocked out a few of his teeth. I grinned even as I groaned and gasped for air from the kicks and punches that landed on me.
I looked to my wife she was still alive and weeping as she watched them beat me. I didn’t care; Beat me damn you beat the hell out of me. But don’t touch my family. And if you do you better kill me now or you will never get away from me. Those words ran through my mind over and over and to be honest I didn’t feel the pain.
“Well…seems there was something of value after all.”
“Chester, what are you thinking?”
“Oh I’m thinking we have a little fun with hammer girl here and make batman there watch.”
They laughed and I found the energy to struggle free and lunge at the man on my wife. I was quickly grabbed and pinned back and my wife held still as that dirty son of a bitch put his hands all over her. I could see the look in her eyes. They might take her body but they wouldn’t be taking her. I struggled like a wild animal it took all the strength of the one that had me just to keep me still as they began to grope and molest my wife…my love.
It happened so fast I don’t know if I was seeing things or just my vision was that blurred. Two men appeared at our door. At first I thought it was more friends of the intruders. The first one was on the man at my wife in a heartbeat. Jerking this Chester up and throwing him across the room with a crash. One of the intruders swung around at the other only to get blocked and a punch landed to him I know that had to break the rest of his teeth in his mouth.
Exhaustion caught up with me as I was dropped weak to the floor and listened to the battle around me. As these two men rushed in and saved not only myself but my family. Things broke curses sounded. It was all dull to my ears as I looked into my wife’s eyes and she into mine. I heard gunshots loud and violent in my apartment. I wasn’t sure who shot who or even if I got shot. My wife crawled to me and we held hands and then the world was black.
Voices….gentle reassuring… I know that voice. I heard “Daddy” and opened my eyes. I was on a gurney. I looked around and there was a medic checking an I.V. on my arm. I tried to move and groaned in pain.
“Take it easy now Sir.” The medic told me, “You’ve had a nasty hit on the head and I don’t want you moving around too much.”
“Listen to him Harold; you can be awfully stubborn sometimes.”
I turned and looked into the eyes of my smiling wife and children. I cannot relate how suddenly the world went from dark to complete and utter light. It was as if God shone down around me at that moment in all his glory. I wept in joy.
“Linda…” I wanted to shout but could only manage a whisper.
We both held each other and wept and my children giggled as they always do when mom and dad get all mushy as they call it. I reached out and hugged the treasures in my life tight to me and my children sniffled a bit and whispered I love you.
“Guess what dad!” My boy said a little too loudly.
“What son?”
“I got to meet Panzer Boy!”
“You did?” I looked around and then noticed my son had this crazy helmet on his head.
Two men approached us then and I looked into the faces of people I had never met. The large muscular man known as Panzer Boy and the lanky one known as Disco Man, two people I thought I would never meet beyond a television screen. I attempted to sit up and Disco held me down.
“No Sir you take it easy. Panzer just needed to get his helmet back. We have a few more stops to make today.” Disco man said.
“I want to thank you for rescuing my family and me.” I stammered out.
“Oh well if you want to thank the people that saved you. Let me go get them.”
I watched Panzer pat my son on the head and tell my daughter that no he didn’t know Huntress’s phone number but he would try and let her know next time he saw her to stop by. He moved over to a large van we all knew was their vehicle called “The Lady” and got in. About that time Disco Man returned and nodded to me. Then stepped aside and moved to join Panzer in their van.
I looked up and into the faces of the heroes who saved my family and me. And with gratitude I thanked them both.
To this day we send cards to Officer Jimmy69 Oh and Officer Epicyclic Gears. They had heard the noise and were apart of advance police scouting into areas before the job of reclaiming the area was to be undertaken. They disobeyed orders, to patrol and get out without stopping, by rushing in without backup and taking on the intruders in my home. They saved more than likely my life and my family. Heroes don’t have to be special or well equipped. They are normal people who decide to not let bad things happen, to believe in justice and truth. They stand up when all others sit down.
They told me once after a few Christmases had gone by that they still remembered Disco Man and Panzer words to them that day. They were happy to see they were not the only hero’s in the City of Dominion.
“Heroes”
My wife held our babies close to her and moved them to the hallway. The news was carrying on about a scene in the park found that morning were several members of a crime cartel had been found killed and one seemed to be drained of blood. As they whispered of the works of Huntress, I tightened my grip on the bat in my lap.
Linda my wife, and my two children where now hunkered down in entrance to the hallway. The four gang members had forced their way into our building and the sounds of doors breaking and people yelling had gotten slowly and methodically louder over the past few hours.
They were heading this way on our floor now before I told Linda to move the children. I watched the door and waited praying that they would pass us by. That they would not be interested in my little home that they would have more important places to steal from.
“Harold…” my wife whispered.
“Stay calm Linda, and no matter what protect the children. You should take them into the bedroom and lock the door.” I said.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me just take the kids, lock the door and don’t come out.”
I heard her get up and move the children. I never spared a look I remembered my family smiling and laughing already today. I would take it to my grave happily if I could protect them. I did not have to see their concerned faces. Daddy will protect you my darlings. Have no fear of that.
I heard movement behind me and turned just a bit from the door. Linda was standing there and I sighed a bit.
“What are you doing my love?” I hissed at her.
“I can’t leave you.” She said softly.
“Where are the children?”
“In the bedroom, under the bed, I locked the door. They are frightened.”
“They are not the only ones. I want you out of the way my love. I know I cannot make you leave. But don’t get yourself hurt.”
She moved behind and slightly to my side as I inhaled deeply hearing heavy footfalls outside our door stop and rough voices speaking to each other.
“I don’t get it whole freaking apartment building and so far barely anything of value.”
“Well if you had brought the truck idiot we could be putting some televisions in the back to sell.”
“Hey fuck you man, Chester’s the one that said let’s just keep it low key and rob money and jewelry from them.”
“Both of you shut the hell up! Rick… kick that door in and let’s hope at least this poor son of a bitch has got some money stashed away.”
I tensed and my heart was racing I could see shadows moving on the underside of the door. My palms were sweating and I could hear my wife’s breathing getting rapid. This is it I thought do or die time. The crashing of wood and a door slamming back against its frame made me jump almost clear out of the chair I was seated in. Instinctively I shut my eyes from flying debris expecting to get pelted with pieces of wood.
When I opened my eyes our door was still intact. I inhaled deeply and realized they had busted into our neighbors apartment across the hall. I heard glass breaking and things being dumped all over as they rushed in and searched for thing. That god I knew our neighbor wasn’t home. He was a single fellow nice enough really that worked the late shift at the harbor. He had gotten stuck outside the area when the City of Dominion shut down the whole south side. When all the trouble started, he had gotten through to us briefly to say he was stuck at work and if we would to feed his fish this afternoon. It was one of the last calls that got to us before many of the phone lines went down.
I breathed deeply and continued to pray they would find what they wanted and just leave. Just go, I wasn’t a brave man though I wouldn’t let anything happen to my family but I didn’t want to have to face four gang members with nothing but a bat.
I held my wife’s hand tightly as we listened to them tear that young man’s apartment apart. We heard the rough laughter and curses they flew at each other. We waited… it seemed like eternity just waiting listening praying.
“Is there nothing in the whole damn building that’s worth anything!” one of the gang members screamed. It sounded like the one they called Chester.
I moved, somehow I knew what was going to happen and protected my wife. Just as our door kicked inward slamming against our wall and shattering a vase my wife loved into a million pieces. Without thinking I came up swinging and cold cocked the first guy in, sending him sprawling back into the hallway. Amid the curses and tumbling bodies I was up and grabbed our door and shut it bracing myself against the door to hold it shut.
My wife to her credit did not cry out or scream she simply ran to the closet and got the hammer out of my work-belt and found a few old nails I had dropped in there. Running back to be I felt the gang members beat on our door. I strained as I held them back as my wife did her best to beat a few nails into the door. But I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
They were screaming for blood. Someone defied them and that sent them into a rage. Not to mention I probably at least cracked the first guys jaw. Wordlessly I held the door and my wife was able to get a few nails into the door and door jamb to ease the pressure on me a bit. I braced myself ready to stay there forever if needed. I said one small prayer that had been voiced by my children earlier that day. Lord please let a hero save us.
The door rocked violently and I heard one of the nails pop out and had to scoot bad into place. They were ramming the door with something large and hard. Again and again it beat into our door and I scrambled to try and keep myself braced against it. My wife still, holding the hammer, started to weep and I heard the door frame cracking a bit as the wood gave way slowly.
I looked to her and her at me and she nodded. No words had to be spoken she knew what I was saying. I love you with all my heart. We are going to have to fight. If I should die, know that I give all and everything to you willingly.
I moved and the door exploded inward again. The heavy couch from my neighbor was a makeshift battering ram for them. A second later they poured into out apartment. I swung and missed at the first one again. Bringing my bat back around for another swing. My wife got a good hit on one of the guy’s hands as he was trying to climb over the couch into the room. I gut checked one and was about to crack his head open when I heard my wife scream. Spinning around I saw one of the guys had my wife down and holding a knife to her neck.
Screaming in a blind red rage I rushed forward only to get clocked in the head by a heavy boot and down I went. Two of them held me down and they kicked the bat away. The third one kicked me hard and I could see the bruise on his jaw and the blood on his lips from where I had knocked out a few of his teeth. I grinned even as I groaned and gasped for air from the kicks and punches that landed on me.
I looked to my wife she was still alive and weeping as she watched them beat me. I didn’t care; Beat me damn you beat the hell out of me. But don’t touch my family. And if you do you better kill me now or you will never get away from me. Those words ran through my mind over and over and to be honest I didn’t feel the pain.
“Well…seems there was something of value after all.”
“Chester, what are you thinking?”
“Oh I’m thinking we have a little fun with hammer girl here and make batman there watch.”
They laughed and I found the energy to struggle free and lunge at the man on my wife. I was quickly grabbed and pinned back and my wife held still as that dirty son of a bitch put his hands all over her. I could see the look in her eyes. They might take her body but they wouldn’t be taking her. I struggled like a wild animal it took all the strength of the one that had me just to keep me still as they began to grope and molest my wife…my love.
It happened so fast I don’t know if I was seeing things or just my vision was that blurred. Two men appeared at our door. At first I thought it was more friends of the intruders. The first one was on the man at my wife in a heartbeat. Jerking this Chester up and throwing him across the room with a crash. One of the intruders swung around at the other only to get blocked and a punch landed to him I know that had to break the rest of his teeth in his mouth.
Exhaustion caught up with me as I was dropped weak to the floor and listened to the battle around me. As these two men rushed in and saved not only myself but my family. Things broke curses sounded. It was all dull to my ears as I looked into my wife’s eyes and she into mine. I heard gunshots loud and violent in my apartment. I wasn’t sure who shot who or even if I got shot. My wife crawled to me and we held hands and then the world was black.
Voices….gentle reassuring… I know that voice. I heard “Daddy” and opened my eyes. I was on a gurney. I looked around and there was a medic checking an I.V. on my arm. I tried to move and groaned in pain.
“Take it easy now Sir.” The medic told me, “You’ve had a nasty hit on the head and I don’t want you moving around too much.”
“Listen to him Harold; you can be awfully stubborn sometimes.”
I turned and looked into the eyes of my smiling wife and children. I cannot relate how suddenly the world went from dark to complete and utter light. It was as if God shone down around me at that moment in all his glory. I wept in joy.
“Linda…” I wanted to shout but could only manage a whisper.
We both held each other and wept and my children giggled as they always do when mom and dad get all mushy as they call it. I reached out and hugged the treasures in my life tight to me and my children sniffled a bit and whispered I love you.
“Guess what dad!” My boy said a little too loudly.
“What son?”
“I got to meet Panzer Boy!”
“You did?” I looked around and then noticed my son had this crazy helmet on his head.
Two men approached us then and I looked into the faces of people I had never met. The large muscular man known as Panzer Boy and the lanky one known as Disco Man, two people I thought I would never meet beyond a television screen. I attempted to sit up and Disco held me down.
“No Sir you take it easy. Panzer just needed to get his helmet back. We have a few more stops to make today.” Disco man said.
“I want to thank you for rescuing my family and me.” I stammered out.
“Oh well if you want to thank the people that saved you. Let me go get them.”
I watched Panzer pat my son on the head and tell my daughter that no he didn’t know Huntress’s phone number but he would try and let her know next time he saw her to stop by. He moved over to a large van we all knew was their vehicle called “The Lady” and got in. About that time Disco Man returned and nodded to me. Then stepped aside and moved to join Panzer in their van.
I looked up and into the faces of the heroes who saved my family and me. And with gratitude I thanked them both.
To this day we send cards to Officer Jimmy69 Oh and Officer Epicyclic Gears. They had heard the noise and were apart of advance police scouting into areas before the job of reclaiming the area was to be undertaken. They disobeyed orders, to patrol and get out without stopping, by rushing in without backup and taking on the intruders in my home. They saved more than likely my life and my family. Heroes don’t have to be special or well equipped. They are normal people who decide to not let bad things happen, to believe in justice and truth. They stand up when all others sit down.
They told me once after a few Christmases had gone by that they still remembered Disco Man and Panzer words to them that day. They were happy to see they were not the only hero’s in the City of Dominion.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
At some point, you have to stop running...
Submitted by Heather Steampunk
I know some of You have already heard the beginning, but I would like my Mistress to hear it as well, so please bear with me, it's only a few sentencs ...
As I walk toward the motel I wonder if having two Mistresses is wise. When they are not together everything is fine, but when they get together, I am screwed. But then again, I love being screwed! Sort off …
I walk up the stairs to the second floor and take a deep breath as I stand in front of door number 29. I do not need to check my messages, it was number 29. It is burned into my memory and I will never forget it. Tonight, I get time with both of my Mistresses. Tonight … is the scariest night of my life.
I back away from the door; I am not ready to knock on it yet. I am scared. I have no idea what it will be like. When I am alone with Mistress Brigid we laugh a lot. We like to make jokes, we like to gossip about friends and we like to play. When I am with Her, I am 100% myself. There is no one on this earth I feel more comfortable around with than Mistress Brigid. I trust Her with my life, I gave Her my life, She is the very air that I breathe.
When I am alone with Mistress Loni I am always scared. Afraid of what She will do, afraid of what She will say. I get to spend more time with Her Wife, then She does. When they are together, I make sure I am not around. I run. I am too scared I will interrupt Their time together. I like to play around with Mistress Loni, and often we misunderstand each other. I end up running, She ends up yelling at me.
Tonight, I cannot do what I always do, I cannot run. I have to knock on that door and face them both. I check my watch and my hearts starts beating in my chest as I hear a voice calling from behind the door, louder than it should be “I wonder if Heather realizes she is already ten minutes late?” My eyes grow bigger. I am late. What a great way to make an impression. I take a step forward and knock on the door. The squeaking door startles me. “Hello baby girl.” I smile as I hear the voice of Mistress Brigid. “Hello my Mistress.” I look around the room, trying to locate my other Mistress, but I don’t see Her. “Your other Mistress is not here little one. But She will be, She is just shopping a bit, She will be back in about an hour.” I smile and feel my body relax. “If She is not here then who were You talking to?” I chuckle and shake my head. “I saw you standing outside, probably thinking about how you want to run away, so I made the choice for you.” She smiles as she cubs my chin with her hand and softly presses Her lips on mine. She takes me by the hand as She walks towards the bedroom. I listen to Her as She tells me where I can put my stuff and tells me to go take a shower.
The shower relaxes me, and I am getting more and more confident that tonight is going to be a good night.
When I get out of the shower and am dressed I walk towards the living room. I gasp as I see my Mistresses sitting on the couch. They are hugging and kissing. I stand there for what feels an hour before Mistress Loni stands up and turns towards me. “Enjoyed that show Heather?” I feel ashamed and blush, then I do what I always do … I run.
I am halfway down the corridor when I hear Mistress Loni yelling loud “goddamned Heather!” I freeze, too scared to take another step. I cannot even swallow as I hear a door being slammed and quick footsteps approaching me. I do not dare to turn around, I take a glance, second floor, it’s not that far down, if She throws me I might survive with only a broken leg. “Heather, turn around now.” I do as She asks and slowly turn around until my eyes spot Her feet. “You are almost standing in gum, Mistress” I speak softly as I spot the chewing gum near to Her feet. She chuckles “Thank you, Heather” and takes a step forward. “Had I not told you to stop running from me? Why did you run Heather?” She does not wait for an answer; instead she stands behind me and pushes me towards the door, which is closed now.
“Knock on it Heather, just like you did before.” Her tone is firm but She does not sound angry, it surprises me, so I knock. Mistress Brigid opens the door. She raises her eyebrow at me and I wonder if they have switched roles. Mistress Loni seems to be the gentle one now and my heartbeat goes up a notch when I look down and see Mistress Brigid tapping her foot. I messed up. This is the end. It must be. They are dumping me right here and now. All these thoughts run through when I suddenly hear Mistress Loni speak: “Look who I found outside on the corridor, Brig.” The look on Mistress Brigid’s face changes into a big grin. Mistress Loni pushes me through the door, towards the couch.
“Sit.” I do as She asks. I pull my legs up and rest my chin on my knees, my arms around my legs. It is safety for me. It will protect me for what is coming next, at least for a little while. “I am not angry that you ran, but I am disappointed. You and I need to learn how to talk. We do not do it enough.” As She speaks to me, Mistress Brigid sits down next to me on the couch and smiles as Her fingers slowly run through my hair. It relaxes me and She knows it.
Mistress Loni speaks to me for a long time and the more She speaks, the more I start to trust Her, the more I start to believe that what She says, really is true. I have doubted it for the longest time. But I cannot do that anymore. I need to have faith and I need to know that She only wants to best for me. When I feel calm enough I slide off the couch and sit on my knees in front of Her. She cups my chin and makes me look up, as She leans down Her lips softly brush mine for a brief second and then She pulls away again. “Do you trust me, Heather?” Her eyes lock on mine and I can feel the words coming out of my mouth without thinking about it. “Yes Mistress.” She smiles. “Do you trust Brigid, Heather?” Now I smile. “Yes, I do Mistress.” She looks at Mistress Brigid who now stands next to Her. “What do You think Brig, do You think she is ready?” My eyebrow raises as I wonder what They are talking about. Mistress Brigid chuckles. “She is more than ready.” I have learned not to ask questions, I have learned to trust Them both. Even though in my brain the questions are still there, I have learned not to speak them aloud. I have learned not to question them. I have learned that They love me.
Mistress Loni takes me by the hand as She helps me stand up. She guides me into a different room and I gasp. In the middle of the room I see the cross. Mistress Brigid walks up to me and places the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. “You know what to do, little one.” I am nervous as hell, but yes, I know what to do. No running, no hiding, trust is the word of the day, so I walk towards the cross and Mistress Brigid hooks me up.
She walks back to Mistress Loni and again They kiss. I do not look away, even if I wanted to run now, They made that quite impossible for me right now. When they stop, Mistress Loni walks up to me and She grins. “Now Heather, did you enjoy that little show.” I cannot help it, I have to smile, laugh, giggle even, because yes, I did enjoy that and it is exactly what I tell her. “Yes my Mistress, I did.” She smiles and simultaneously They say: “Good girl.”
Mistress Brigid walks up to me and runs Her hands over my body, over my clothes. Her fingers will like they are charged with electricity. Goosebumps appear all over my body and I bite my lip, too afraid to make a noise. “What do You think Brig, think we should untie her and get those clothes off?” Mistress Brigid grunts and shakes Her head. She walks away and puts something in Mistress Loni’s hands, I stretch my neck as far as possible, but I cannot see what it is. “Use this,” Mistress Brigid says. Her wife laughs and nods. “I like the way You think.” Mistress Brigid has something in Her hands as well and when She orders me to close my eyes I know exactly what it is. When the blindfold slips over my head, I calm down strangely enough. If I cannot see what happens, maybe I won’t be as scared.
I gasps as I feel something very cold being pressed into my cheek. “Guess what Heather, you will not be wearing this outfit again, because I am going to cut right through it and not even ask you for permission.” I smile and nod. Mistress Loni likes knifes, I knew that. “I will ask you one more time and I am going to ask you another question. One: do you trust me and two: do you remember your safe word?” I grin as I softly say: “yes and yes”. I hear an approval sound coming from Her mouth and the blade finds its way down my neck, my chest to shirt. I tremble as I hear the cutting sound of the knife and the shirt ripping apart. She is not doing it as slow as I had expected. Within an instant the shirt falls to the ground, leaving my bra exposed and I feel my checks getting redder every second. “Very nice, little one,” I hear Mistress Brigid say as Her fingers trail down between my breasts and lower to my stomach. Her lips follow Her fingers and a soft moan escapes from my throat.
It must have taken Mistress Loni all together about ten minutes to tear up all my clothes and I am glad I cannot see their looks as They look at the naked body in front of Them. Suddenly I feel hot breath slowly entering my ear as Mistress Brigid whispers: “Are you ok My girl?” I swallow, my Mistress is so incredibly sexy and Her voice mesmerizes me and I huskily whispers: “yes Mistress.” She nibbles on my earlobe as Her nails scratch down my tummy, I love it when She does that and I am getting more wet than I thought was possible. Mistress Loni suddenly out of nowhere presses Her lips on mine and as I feel Her tongue entering my mouth I gasp when at the same time She puts nipple clamps on my nipples. I did not see that one coming. It feels so good.
As time passes by I cannot even tell which fingers belong to whom, it feels like they are everywhere. If someone would have said that there were fifty people touching me I would have believed it. But, it wasn’t fifty people, it was my Mistresses. It was the both of them, at the same time. And even though I did run, I am extremely grateful that they thought I was worthy enough to chase after. I am glad they did. I would not want to be anywhere else right now or ever.
I wrote this for both of my Mistresses. I need them to know how lucky I feel that I have them. I need them to know how much I love them. I need them both to know that I trust them with my heart, my soul and yeah my body as well. With my Mistresses I have won the lottery.
I know that most of the time I am the worst girl ever. I throw tantrums, I bitch, I do not give You the respect You deserve at all times. You already know that I am scared, and that it makes me insecure. But Mistress Brigid, and I only say this to You right now, cause Mistress Loni is not here, I do respect You. I love You so very much, I love that You haven’t left me nor ever will. I love how You calm me down, I love how You are always there for me. I just love You, to keep it short and simple.
Thank You for all You have done for me. Thank You for letting me come and stay with You. I can’t wait to be there, and show You that I really can be a good girl.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand to everyone listening, sorry if this wasn’t really the confession You were all waiting for, I’ll try to make it hot lesbian sex next time *wiggles brow and chuckles.*
I know some of You have already heard the beginning, but I would like my Mistress to hear it as well, so please bear with me, it's only a few sentencs ...
As I walk toward the motel I wonder if having two Mistresses is wise. When they are not together everything is fine, but when they get together, I am screwed. But then again, I love being screwed! Sort off …
I walk up the stairs to the second floor and take a deep breath as I stand in front of door number 29. I do not need to check my messages, it was number 29. It is burned into my memory and I will never forget it. Tonight, I get time with both of my Mistresses. Tonight … is the scariest night of my life.
I back away from the door; I am not ready to knock on it yet. I am scared. I have no idea what it will be like. When I am alone with Mistress Brigid we laugh a lot. We like to make jokes, we like to gossip about friends and we like to play. When I am with Her, I am 100% myself. There is no one on this earth I feel more comfortable around with than Mistress Brigid. I trust Her with my life, I gave Her my life, She is the very air that I breathe.
When I am alone with Mistress Loni I am always scared. Afraid of what She will do, afraid of what She will say. I get to spend more time with Her Wife, then She does. When they are together, I make sure I am not around. I run. I am too scared I will interrupt Their time together. I like to play around with Mistress Loni, and often we misunderstand each other. I end up running, She ends up yelling at me.
Tonight, I cannot do what I always do, I cannot run. I have to knock on that door and face them both. I check my watch and my hearts starts beating in my chest as I hear a voice calling from behind the door, louder than it should be “I wonder if Heather realizes she is already ten minutes late?” My eyes grow bigger. I am late. What a great way to make an impression. I take a step forward and knock on the door. The squeaking door startles me. “Hello baby girl.” I smile as I hear the voice of Mistress Brigid. “Hello my Mistress.” I look around the room, trying to locate my other Mistress, but I don’t see Her. “Your other Mistress is not here little one. But She will be, She is just shopping a bit, She will be back in about an hour.” I smile and feel my body relax. “If She is not here then who were You talking to?” I chuckle and shake my head. “I saw you standing outside, probably thinking about how you want to run away, so I made the choice for you.” She smiles as she cubs my chin with her hand and softly presses Her lips on mine. She takes me by the hand as She walks towards the bedroom. I listen to Her as She tells me where I can put my stuff and tells me to go take a shower.
The shower relaxes me, and I am getting more and more confident that tonight is going to be a good night.
When I get out of the shower and am dressed I walk towards the living room. I gasp as I see my Mistresses sitting on the couch. They are hugging and kissing. I stand there for what feels an hour before Mistress Loni stands up and turns towards me. “Enjoyed that show Heather?” I feel ashamed and blush, then I do what I always do … I run.
I am halfway down the corridor when I hear Mistress Loni yelling loud “goddamned Heather!” I freeze, too scared to take another step. I cannot even swallow as I hear a door being slammed and quick footsteps approaching me. I do not dare to turn around, I take a glance, second floor, it’s not that far down, if She throws me I might survive with only a broken leg. “Heather, turn around now.” I do as She asks and slowly turn around until my eyes spot Her feet. “You are almost standing in gum, Mistress” I speak softly as I spot the chewing gum near to Her feet. She chuckles “Thank you, Heather” and takes a step forward. “Had I not told you to stop running from me? Why did you run Heather?” She does not wait for an answer; instead she stands behind me and pushes me towards the door, which is closed now.
“Knock on it Heather, just like you did before.” Her tone is firm but She does not sound angry, it surprises me, so I knock. Mistress Brigid opens the door. She raises her eyebrow at me and I wonder if they have switched roles. Mistress Loni seems to be the gentle one now and my heartbeat goes up a notch when I look down and see Mistress Brigid tapping her foot. I messed up. This is the end. It must be. They are dumping me right here and now. All these thoughts run through when I suddenly hear Mistress Loni speak: “Look who I found outside on the corridor, Brig.” The look on Mistress Brigid’s face changes into a big grin. Mistress Loni pushes me through the door, towards the couch.
“Sit.” I do as She asks. I pull my legs up and rest my chin on my knees, my arms around my legs. It is safety for me. It will protect me for what is coming next, at least for a little while. “I am not angry that you ran, but I am disappointed. You and I need to learn how to talk. We do not do it enough.” As She speaks to me, Mistress Brigid sits down next to me on the couch and smiles as Her fingers slowly run through my hair. It relaxes me and She knows it.
Mistress Loni speaks to me for a long time and the more She speaks, the more I start to trust Her, the more I start to believe that what She says, really is true. I have doubted it for the longest time. But I cannot do that anymore. I need to have faith and I need to know that She only wants to best for me. When I feel calm enough I slide off the couch and sit on my knees in front of Her. She cups my chin and makes me look up, as She leans down Her lips softly brush mine for a brief second and then She pulls away again. “Do you trust me, Heather?” Her eyes lock on mine and I can feel the words coming out of my mouth without thinking about it. “Yes Mistress.” She smiles. “Do you trust Brigid, Heather?” Now I smile. “Yes, I do Mistress.” She looks at Mistress Brigid who now stands next to Her. “What do You think Brig, do You think she is ready?” My eyebrow raises as I wonder what They are talking about. Mistress Brigid chuckles. “She is more than ready.” I have learned not to ask questions, I have learned to trust Them both. Even though in my brain the questions are still there, I have learned not to speak them aloud. I have learned not to question them. I have learned that They love me.
Mistress Loni takes me by the hand as She helps me stand up. She guides me into a different room and I gasp. In the middle of the room I see the cross. Mistress Brigid walks up to me and places the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. “You know what to do, little one.” I am nervous as hell, but yes, I know what to do. No running, no hiding, trust is the word of the day, so I walk towards the cross and Mistress Brigid hooks me up.
She walks back to Mistress Loni and again They kiss. I do not look away, even if I wanted to run now, They made that quite impossible for me right now. When they stop, Mistress Loni walks up to me and She grins. “Now Heather, did you enjoy that little show.” I cannot help it, I have to smile, laugh, giggle even, because yes, I did enjoy that and it is exactly what I tell her. “Yes my Mistress, I did.” She smiles and simultaneously They say: “Good girl.”
Mistress Brigid walks up to me and runs Her hands over my body, over my clothes. Her fingers will like they are charged with electricity. Goosebumps appear all over my body and I bite my lip, too afraid to make a noise. “What do You think Brig, think we should untie her and get those clothes off?” Mistress Brigid grunts and shakes Her head. She walks away and puts something in Mistress Loni’s hands, I stretch my neck as far as possible, but I cannot see what it is. “Use this,” Mistress Brigid says. Her wife laughs and nods. “I like the way You think.” Mistress Brigid has something in Her hands as well and when She orders me to close my eyes I know exactly what it is. When the blindfold slips over my head, I calm down strangely enough. If I cannot see what happens, maybe I won’t be as scared.
I gasps as I feel something very cold being pressed into my cheek. “Guess what Heather, you will not be wearing this outfit again, because I am going to cut right through it and not even ask you for permission.” I smile and nod. Mistress Loni likes knifes, I knew that. “I will ask you one more time and I am going to ask you another question. One: do you trust me and two: do you remember your safe word?” I grin as I softly say: “yes and yes”. I hear an approval sound coming from Her mouth and the blade finds its way down my neck, my chest to shirt. I tremble as I hear the cutting sound of the knife and the shirt ripping apart. She is not doing it as slow as I had expected. Within an instant the shirt falls to the ground, leaving my bra exposed and I feel my checks getting redder every second. “Very nice, little one,” I hear Mistress Brigid say as Her fingers trail down between my breasts and lower to my stomach. Her lips follow Her fingers and a soft moan escapes from my throat.
It must have taken Mistress Loni all together about ten minutes to tear up all my clothes and I am glad I cannot see their looks as They look at the naked body in front of Them. Suddenly I feel hot breath slowly entering my ear as Mistress Brigid whispers: “Are you ok My girl?” I swallow, my Mistress is so incredibly sexy and Her voice mesmerizes me and I huskily whispers: “yes Mistress.” She nibbles on my earlobe as Her nails scratch down my tummy, I love it when She does that and I am getting more wet than I thought was possible. Mistress Loni suddenly out of nowhere presses Her lips on mine and as I feel Her tongue entering my mouth I gasp when at the same time She puts nipple clamps on my nipples. I did not see that one coming. It feels so good.
As time passes by I cannot even tell which fingers belong to whom, it feels like they are everywhere. If someone would have said that there were fifty people touching me I would have believed it. But, it wasn’t fifty people, it was my Mistresses. It was the both of them, at the same time. And even though I did run, I am extremely grateful that they thought I was worthy enough to chase after. I am glad they did. I would not want to be anywhere else right now or ever.
I wrote this for both of my Mistresses. I need them to know how lucky I feel that I have them. I need them to know how much I love them. I need them both to know that I trust them with my heart, my soul and yeah my body as well. With my Mistresses I have won the lottery.
I know that most of the time I am the worst girl ever. I throw tantrums, I bitch, I do not give You the respect You deserve at all times. You already know that I am scared, and that it makes me insecure. But Mistress Brigid, and I only say this to You right now, cause Mistress Loni is not here, I do respect You. I love You so very much, I love that You haven’t left me nor ever will. I love how You calm me down, I love how You are always there for me. I just love You, to keep it short and simple.
Thank You for all You have done for me. Thank You for letting me come and stay with You. I can’t wait to be there, and show You that I really can be a good girl.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand to everyone listening, sorry if this wasn’t really the confession You were all waiting for, I’ll try to make it hot lesbian sex next time *wiggles brow and chuckles.*
Friday, February 19, 2010
At my feet...
Submitted anonymously by a Domme at the Dominion
As I look down, I feel an electricity start in my feet and move fiercely through me. It's almost unbalancing. The strength and aura of your being resonate so fluidly throughout the room. Both submission and Dominance are gifts given specially to one another, carefully chosen. Yours an intoxicating pleasure, addictive...igniting my Dominance to levels only few have ever achieved.
My hand reaches down, a single nail tracing along your jawl line, pointed at your chin. Pressuredly, pressing in, I smile, watching your intent not to move, only embrace what you are given. Up to your lips, with the pad of my index finger, tracing around them as my eyes narrow and focus more, stopping just at the center of them. A long pause, waiting to see what you will do, again you stay still, but I can see that hunger in your eyes, the almost pleading way you look up at me. I remove my finger, and place it to my own lips, extending my tongue, slowly licking around it before placing it back at your lips, pressing just inside them. "Taste" I say quietly and relish in the ravenous way you devour every drop of fluid there.
"Very good, my boy" is all I say as my hand slips down to my side, our eyes locked, yours glimmering with that look of pride, almost exploding with pure joy at the simpliest of words to you. For moments we go on like this, not another verbal word shared between us, but many unspoken as our bond grows, becomes more solid with each second that passes.
It's time to leave for the night, soon you'll be in your bed, and I in mine, but the experience shared will go with us both. Only a few moments in time, stolen, but powerful enough to last until next we meet and get to share again.
As I look down, I feel an electricity start in my feet and move fiercely through me. It's almost unbalancing. The strength and aura of your being resonate so fluidly throughout the room. Both submission and Dominance are gifts given specially to one another, carefully chosen. Yours an intoxicating pleasure, addictive...igniting my Dominance to levels only few have ever achieved.
My hand reaches down, a single nail tracing along your jawl line, pointed at your chin. Pressuredly, pressing in, I smile, watching your intent not to move, only embrace what you are given. Up to your lips, with the pad of my index finger, tracing around them as my eyes narrow and focus more, stopping just at the center of them. A long pause, waiting to see what you will do, again you stay still, but I can see that hunger in your eyes, the almost pleading way you look up at me. I remove my finger, and place it to my own lips, extending my tongue, slowly licking around it before placing it back at your lips, pressing just inside them. "Taste" I say quietly and relish in the ravenous way you devour every drop of fluid there.
"Very good, my boy" is all I say as my hand slips down to my side, our eyes locked, yours glimmering with that look of pride, almost exploding with pure joy at the simpliest of words to you. For moments we go on like this, not another verbal word shared between us, but many unspoken as our bond grows, becomes more solid with each second that passes.
It's time to leave for the night, soon you'll be in your bed, and I in mine, but the experience shared will go with us both. Only a few moments in time, stolen, but powerful enough to last until next we meet and get to share again.
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