in the beginning...
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Posted:May 3, 2017 12:13 pm
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Her heartbeat could be felt in her throat. She swallowed hard but tapped softly on his front door.
Maybe he won’t – she started to question if he’d even answer the door.
He opened the front door and extended his arm welcoming her inside. As he specifically stated in his instruction email, she removed her slip-on shoes and headed towards the stairs leading to the basement. She tried to look around the room for a sign of what was about to come but could only find a single chair in the middle of the room.
“Remove your shirt and place it on the couch. Then return to this spot facing me,” he pointed to the floor where she was to place her feet upon her return.
Her nipples hardened the moment the cool basement air brushed against her bare skin. She did not want to remove the comforting warm fabric from her body but did not want to keep him waiting either. Hurriedly, she returned to her spot and awaited further instruction.
“Assume the position,” he gestured for her to position herself over his lap with her hands flush to the ground, her arms shoulder width and her feet flat on the floor. Her eyes darted from side to side in search of any indication of what he had in store but she could not find a thing. His hands glided along her body, and he learned her curves. Her body rose and fell on his lap as her breathing labored in anticipation of the events that were to take place. Then he swatted her three quick taps to the right butt cheek. Three quick taps to the left. Right. Left. Upper thighs.
Don’t you move, she warned herself. Stay right where you are.
His first instruction was for her to not be late, his second was for her to not leave any position he instructed and she was determined to do as she was told.
“Stand up and remove your pants. Put them on the couch and return to the position,” he instructed again without emotion or compassion only with the voice of determination.
“Wait,” he stopped her short of returning to his lap. “Turn around and bring me the hairbrush.”
She hadn’t seen the hairbrush. She scanned the entire room and still missed the hairbrush. The site of the brush stopped her dead in her tracks. Instantly, she remembered the video he had her watch in preparation for her punishment. In this video, the woman was punished severely with the back hand of a hairbrush that she herself had to retrieve. Now, she was creating the video in real life. The brush shook in her hand as she reached out to hand it to him. She knew staying in position now would be much harder than just moments before and so would be the pain.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
His smooth hands caressed her brown bottom in the most loving of ways. His touch showed her how much he wanted her. All she could hear was the sound of the contact from the brush to her awaiting bottom. She held onto the legs of the chair he was sitting on with all her might so she would remain in the position he requested. The pain stung with an intensity she had never imagined. He soothed her redden bum and his hand fell between her legs. There she showed him how much she wanted him. His fingers played in her and her juices and her legs shook with pleasure.
Moving to another side of the room, he beckoned her to join him. There she stood with her back to him. His hands again found their rightful places on her body and he reminded her of what a good girl she had been thus far.
“You’re doing very well my love,” he whispered with his lips on her ear lobe.
Her body leaned closer to his, wanting and needing more of just him. Instantly, the room became dark. He had covered her eyes with a blindfold and tied it snuggly behind her head. She no longer had the gift of sight.
“Now, wrists.” Her hands instinctively reached out to find her surroundings and he grabbed them in his and cuffed them together. “Hold on to me and put both knees on the chair in front of you. You don’t see the chair but it is there and I have you.”
Perched over the back of a chair, blindfolded and handcuffed she wondered what could possibly be next. He walked by her, and she could smell her scent on him. Her scent mixed with the desire they both had for each other was overpowering in the large open room. There was a rustling of bags or papers further from her. That is when she heard it. It was unmistakable. Undeniable. The hooks clanged as he walked and she prayed that what he had in his hand was actually for her. As if she were back at the front door, her heartrate began to increase again. He pressed it against the front of her throat and it was obvious. Tighter, tighter, and finally fit properly, he snapped the collar firmly around her neck and she exhaled like she had never taken a breath.
“You have now been collared my love.”
Exasperation, accomplishment, satisfaction and sheer pleasure overcame her body. Relief washed over her and she returned over the back of the chair. A smile crossed her face and she knew she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
“Open your mouth,” he whispered barely audible. There he inserted a gag and fastened it snug behind her head.
Instantly, the familiar sound of his belt being removed from his pants caused her ears to perk. Without notice or warning her exposed bottom received the firm swats from his belt that she had ever experienced. Again and again he swatted her tail. She believed it was unbearable. Tears streamed down her face and yelps escaped her mouth. Her entire body leapt off the chair with each swat and the swats seemed endless until she finally heard him toss the belt to the floor and her body slumped over the chair in exhaustion.
She could not control the tears and they flowed as if they were never to stop. She cried hard and felt all of her concerns pour out with the tears and sweat. She gasped for air in between sobs and was thankful for finally being to take deeper breaths. He knelt on her right side and kissed her tears and her breathing became easier. Carefully, he planted the most gentle of kisses all over her blindfolded face. She sucked hard on the gag, trying to regain her breathing. He moved behind her, caressing her sensitive bottom with one hand and massaging her very moistened honey spot with the other. She had never felt pain and pleasure at the same time. The gears in her brain spun wildly as she tried to understand how her body could hurt yet feel so pleasurable simultaneously. She moaned as he rubbed her hardened clit. Her body began to sway and soon the sting on her butt had lessened considerably.
He stopped. He stopped too soon for her liking. He didn’t say anything either and that frightened her more. Suddenly, he wasn’t behind her or near her for that fact. Her head darted left to right as she tried to use her other senses to find him. She needed him. She needed to find him. Then…
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
The cane was unlike any pain she had experienced ever. Her virgin bottom screamed loudly at her for allowing him to torture her so.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
She hollered out as much as the gag would allow. Without the restraints, she certainly would have bolted. All she could see was red behind the blindfold. Fire in her eyes matched the fire on her bottom. She thought it was not going to end.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
She screamed as loud as her lungs permitted. Her hot tears streamed down her cheeks. All of her stress, all of her worry, everything inside her that shouldn't be came out in screams, sobs and tears. Immediately she felt his hands on her body. She whimpered hard and he removed her ankle restraints. He rubbed her calves and feet and her breathing slowed. His fingers glided along her thighs and up to the beautiful stripes he’d just given her. She winced, and flinched all the while needing him more than anything. He took the wrist restraints from her arms and she heard them hit the floor. A preverbal weight was lifted from her body and her breathing came easier. The latch behind her head released and the blindfold fell from her face. Her eyes blinked rapidly as they tried to adjust to lights they had been shielded. She could not get to him fast enough. She could not wrap her legs around him soon enough. She could not feel him long enough.
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Self-Punishment 101
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Posted:Apr 16, 2017 3:48 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2017 11:00 am
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You know my love, despite how pleased I was with your willingness to obey and the superb pictures of your breasts clamped just for me, you did not complete the task adequately.
She thought hard before typing her reply…
You did not meet the required deadline, he continued. Yes, my love, I am being demanding. I know you are capable of following instructions and paying attention to details. If I allow this to go unpunished it will only snowball into other scenarios you’ll believe I will overlook. You and I will correct this behavior now, so we won’t have problems later. Is that understood?
Many men have wanted to punish her. Many men have told her very deviant ways they wished to punish her. Some caused her to be aroused. Others caused to her to slam her laptop shut. This was different though. In all their numerous conversations, he had never mentioned punishment. Now, she wondered where his mind was leading her. She watched the cursor blink awaiting her typed words
My love, the next words you type should be ‘yes Sir’.
Her fingers hovered above the keyboard while she contemplated whether to reply as ordered or attempt to talk her way out of this punishment.
Yes sir. She waited a moment before pressing the enter key.
Good girl. Now, for your punishment. This one time you are allowed to use your webcam. You are to make sure I can clearly see your face in the frame of the camera. Then you are to recite the following: I did not follow instructions. I did not meet the required deadline. This is unacceptable behavior and punishment is required to correct this behavior. You will then stand up, remove your clothes – all of them, turn around making sure your ass is visibly in the frame of the shot, and with a wooden spoon you are to apply 10 swats to each cheek. Make sure you count off each swat with a 1 Sir, 2 Sir, etc. I want to be able to hear clearly each swat and count. After, you are to sit naked, looking again in the camera say the following: Thank you Sir for this punishment. I promise I will not repeat this behavior again. You have one hour to make and send this video to me. If you have questions, the time to ask is now. Otherwise, I expect an email within the hour. Are we understood, my love?
Her eyes darted from word to word and her heart pounded hard within her body. Posture ignored, she leaned in close to the screen as if clarity would be found if the proximity of the words were closer. Again, she read the message this time mouthing the words as her eyes followed. She sat up and pondered how to fulfill the punishment.
Never before have I had to repeat myself so much when training a sub. Are you going to make me ask again if we are clear?
No sir. She sent without second guessing.
That is my very good girl. We will talk again once I receive the video.
He signed off. She hung her head wondering how to make this punishment happen. She had never punished herself. Never spanked herself – not to the point of it hurting. And what was the big deal with looking in the camera. Hadn’t they discussed her appearance issues? Now he wants her on camera? To look at herself on camera? All this was too far outside of her comfort zone. She stayed far away from video and film and now he was making her face it head on. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. It was that simple. She didn’t have to endure his punishment. There’s no knife to her throat. All she has to do, is not do it.
But…but…she wants to do it. Yes, she has never made of video like this one he is now asking from her. But…that familiar stirring deep inside her, kept asking her, “why can’t you?” She did not have an answer.
I don’t have to send whatever I make, she tried to reason with herself.
She jetted up the stairs, closed the door snuggly and fitted the ottoman in front of her chair and assessed the picture. She pretended to seductively remove her clothes as if putting on a show. It only made her laugh hysterically.
Scratch the striptease¸ she giggled flipping through her emails searching for the script he had specifically written.
Her index finger outlined her pink lips as she applied a generous amount of lip balm. She wondered if he would even notice the lips on her face, while still primping in the camera. She secretly wished she had looked better for this task. Her hair was in dire need of a stylist and know this only compounded her fear.
Click the camera, it’s now or never, was her pep talk.
The resist to smile was futile. She tried hard not to look into the camera, despite his strict instructions to do exactly that, it was as if he were summoning her to look at him. So, she found herself speaking directly to him and not the camera. She needed him to know she was sorry for falling short of his approval and it was that desire that pushed her past her insecurities and into completing the task. Finishing her monologue, she stood in front of the camera and pulled her t-shirt up over her head and off her body. Each hand slid down her hips, pulling her sweatpants down her legs to her ankles where she stepped out of them. With only her torso and upper thighs exposed on the video, she turned her back to the camera and straddled the chair. She glanced quickly at the monitor to make sure her ass, just as he had coached, was within the frame of the picture for him to view without difficulty.
She pulled the wooden spoon back in her right hand and smacked the outside of her butt cheek. Not prepared for actually causing a sting she bit down hard on her lip and quickly sounded off the first smack.
One, Sir!
Two, Sir!
She did not think she had 18 more smacks left in her. He wanted to hear the swat. Deep down she wanted to feel the sting. Harder still, she paddled her bottom eight more times. Not wanting to lose her nerve, she quickly changed hands and continued the same punishment on the other cheek. No longer capable of keeping her composure, she tossed the spoon to the side and gently returned her bottom to the chair.
“Thank you, Sir for this punishment,” she panted. “I promise not to repeat this behavior again.”
Her words were just as intent as her stare into the camera. She didn’t even review the video. Opting instead to send the file to him immediately and crossing her fingers that he would be pleased.
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His Magic/her beauty
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Posted:Apr 16, 2017 5:00 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2017 8:02 pm
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He wanted her to feel beautiful in her own skin. He wanted her to own her beauty, to walk confidently in it and breathe life into it. He sees her through lenses that operated like Photoshop. Scars, broken smiles, stretch marks and numerous imperfections in her lenses were erased in his. It’s never as simple as Him telling her that she is beautiful. He explains why He finds beauty in what He has complimented. He wants her to know, she does not have any appearance flaws and the only flaw He could see was her mind not allowing her to see who He sees.
Now, everything she touched looked magical beneath her newly painted fingernails. It was because of this, she stared at everything she touched. The doorknob, the steering wheel, her writing pen, the car keys, and the way her it looked as her fingers crisscrossed the keyboard of her laptop. Her fingers tapping rapidly against the keypad as she wrote to Him, first thanking Him, then begging to see Him. Then He could feel the smoothness of her touch and witness the magic He inspires in her.
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She Did It
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Posted:Apr 12, 2017 11:08 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2017 5:11 am
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Her cheek bones ached and screamed loudly at her. She darted into the bathroom and smiled at the face smiling back to her in the mirror. Her hands pushed gently on her beaming red cheeks, still her smile remained. She cupped her face in her hands and shrieked and laughed. She had done it! Where she had once sat safely on her fence of uncertainty and doubt, she now took a leap of faith off that fence and got her feet wet in pool of excitement and the unknown and it felt good.
“You are a good girl”, she whispered.
“You are a good girl,” she screamed!
“You are His good girl,” she smiled, the pain increasing on her face. It was a good pain. It was a pain that reminded her of pleasure. The pleasure of knowing she could be strong enough.
A sudden intense twinge of pain shot from her right breast. She barely grazed the harden nipple and winced from the incredible pain. Shadowed by the excitement of her achievements she had completely forgotten the pain she had just endured. Her brown nipples still held the shape of the indentation from the brief torture.
He had been very detailed in his instructions to her, and she hadn’t overlooked his meticulous attention to detail. She was to first apply an ice cube to each nipple making them very hard and very cold. Despite not being instructed to be naked, she sat without any clothes applying ice cubes to each of her sensitive breasts. The cool ice caused goosebumps to cover her skin and when a cool breeze blew in from the nearby open window her body shivered. Finally satisfied her nipples were sufficiently numb to His liking, she followed his instructions to send him pictures of each frozen nipple as proof her task had been completed.
Following the ice, she was to vigorously rub each nipple dry roughly with a paper towel until each nipple was stinging. Once they were stinging, she was to take a picture of each breast as she had done previously. She did not think she would be able to purposely inflict pain on herself. She sat with her top exposed, paper towel a mere few centimeters from her icicle nipples. Then an emotion she never felt before, flooded her body. Maybe it was determination, maybe it was a desire to see a task carried out to completion, but she felt a need to do this. Exhaling hard, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the sting from the paper towel that now resembled sandpaper more than an absorbent towel. Each stroke of the harsh paper sent a direct jolt of electricity down to her loins and she rubbed her thick thighs against each other as she applied the abrasive rubs to her nipples. Stinging and no longer able to tolerate another stroke across her used nipples, she took pictures again of each breast just as he had instructed.
She clutched the wooden clothespin tightly in the palm of her hand. She was confident of all the tasks he asked her to complete, this was going to be the most difficult. As a test, she pressed down on the handles of the pin and the mouth of the contraption opened wide. She slid her pinky finger in between and slowly allowed the clamp to close tightly on her appendage. Convincing herself that it couldn’t hurt more than the pain she felt in her pinky she removed the pin from her hand and without hesitating, secured it firmly on her nipple. A yelp escaped her lips, her eyes rolled back slightly and she allowed a concentrated breath to leave her body as she tried hard to allow the first wave of pain to subside. It didn’t. With her left hand, she held her phone a few inches from her chest and attempted to take the first of the pics he had requested. Her arm shook without her permission and she reluctantly removed the clothespin and sighed heavily in both relief and disappointment.
“Don’t be a pussy,” she scorned herself. “Do it for him. Do it for you,” she encouraged herself.
Air sucked through her teeth. She repeated to herself “do it for him” as she convinced herself to feel the sting from the pressure of the clamps on her novice nipples. The pain was excruciating, yet she felt a growing sense of accomplishment the longer she could keep the clamp attached. Not wanting to waste any time, she grabbed her phone and fumbled around to get the camera app operational. Two quick clicks, and she exhaled in relief. Giving the same treatment to her other breast she felt more confident in her abilities and even mustered up the courage to even smile with these clicks from the camera.
The sting of her nipples was a constant reminder of what she had just done for Him. Her world sat still as she waited for his reply to the email she had sent him with the pictures of her good deeds. She feared he would not be satisfied with her effort, or worse, would be turned off by her body and efforts he would not talk to her again. All fears were erased when she read his reply.
I am so proud of you sweetheart.
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Head Games
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Posted:Apr 6, 2017 8:30 pm
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2017 1:56 pm
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“Patience little girl.”
“I have none,” she blurted out loud.
“Are you going to do as I asked?”
She pouted, her private protest to Him making her wait. She only did so, because she was hiding behind the safety of her computer. Had they been face to face, she wouldn’t have dared stalled in providing Him with the answer He wanted to hear. The cursor flashed angrily on her monitor and she knew a reply had to be given.
“Fine, whatever.”
“Do you feel as though that was an appropriate response?” he typed in response.
“It isn’t fair.”
“Life isn’t fair to everyone. Therefore, it is fair.” He riddled back.
She scratched her head and thought, “what? No.”
“Evil grin.”
“You’re fucking with my head on purpose.”
“Why? Because you scratched your head? Told you, we are forever connected.”
She loved it when he played with that one spot on her brain that made her body tingle. To her, it meant he knew how to control her from the inside. She closed her eyes and basked in the thought of his control of her very being from the few miles that separated them. She felt his connection, she felt him rub her favorite spot on her brain and remembered how fruitless it was to try to resist.
“I can’t resist you,” she typed.
“Why do you want to?”
“I knew you were going to ask me that question as soon as I typed my comment.” She sighed pressing the enter key.
“Because you know the answers before you ask them. All of them. You just pretend you don’t so I will say what you wish to hear. Now, are you going to wait like I asked?”
“But now that you’ve touched me in all my favorite places I don’t want you to go.”
“Patience little girl.”
But I have none when it comes to you, she thought.
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sleep
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Posted:Apr 5, 2017 9:12 pm
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2017 6:02 pm
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when i do sleep, it is with the window open and the space heater on. i have one leg under the covers and one leg outside the covers. i sleep in a t-shirt. but, i use the word sleep loosely. slumber typically overcomes me after i have worn myself out completely either writing or baking, taking care of the or trying to maintain my sanity. sleep never lasts long and i often find my best inspiration and ideas when laying down, staring into nothing.
i'm not the cuddle type. i haven't fallen asleep with anyone in so long i'm sure i wouldn't know how. think i'd be so self-conscious i wouldn't allow myself to drift away. tonight though, i want to be held....tight. i want to be told i'm needed and wanted and not with words but by the grip with which he holds me tight long after my breathing has deepened. his lips on my forehead would be the last memory of night as he whispers, "sweet dreams my good girl"
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A Punishment Worth Enduring
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Posted:Apr 4, 2017 9:38 pm
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2017 6:09 pm
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Every one of His words mattered. Every word He uttered had meaning and relevance. She had not ignored His requests. Yes, technically, she had ignored His requests but not intentionally. Correction, she had intentionally ignored His requests to talk. She had wanted to answer His emails. She desperately tried to finish her project to reply to His text message, and now she could not avoid Him any longer. She had to answer. She was scared and turned on at the same time. Her knees knocked and the gears in her brain spun recklessly as she conjured up excuse after excuse to give him. They had discussed the consequences for breaking His rules, and He only had a few that were non-negotiable. Replying to His messages no matter the form of communication was to be met with a spanking. Repeated offenses would warrant a spanking leaving hand prints and cherry red marks.
She walked in and found him sitting on the couch. The clicking of the soles on her sandals stopped abruptly when she saw Him re-position Himself into the middle cushion.
“Put down your bags my dear,” he leaned forward resting each elbow on the edge of each knee.
For a spilt second, Jade hesitated. He sighed heavily, not taking his eyes off her. By instinct, her hands released both her laptop bag and backpack. Her heart raced and her mind spun trying to anticipate His next words.
Satisfied, he further instructed, "pull down your skirt, all the way to the floor."
Humiliation consumed her. She did not want him to see how her fear not only scared her, but also caused her to moisten significantly between her thiighs. With her thumbs she slowly pulled down her floral mini-skirt off her hips, past her thighs and down to her ankles.
"Slip off your shoes," His eyes closed and he patted the vacant cushion next to Him, “Won’t you have a seat?”
Jade knew better than to reply with anything other than to obey his every comman with swift movement. Her fragrance flowed behind her as she walked past. He inhaled her scent deep within his lungs only fueling his fire to show His sub not only who was in charge but to put an end to her belief that she could do however, whatever she pleased without any consequence.
“My love,”- He cut her sentence short by raising his right hand, immediately silencing her.
With that same hand, he gently squeezed her bare thigh. Her muscles had tensed tightly and he massaged them until they relaxed. To Jade, he was captivating with or without words. His touch suddenly gave her amnesia. She could no longer remember why she was afraid, her heart no longer pounded in her chest and now her once guarded position was now completely at ease.
“You want to kiss me don't you?,” His voice was barely audible.
With her knees on the couch, Jade leaned in close to her Dom, she felt his warm breath on the tip of her nose just before his lips pressed ever so gently against hers. He pulled away knowing she desired more than the brief connection he allowed.
Staring deep into her eyes he commanded, “over my knee.”
Again she obeyed without hesitation knowing this was not the time to try his patience. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh stopping just short of her sweet spot. He could feel her breathing increase as her chest rose and fell on his lap.
Her mind wandered, "certainly he would not use the belt. Not on my bare bottom." Her legs squirmed slightly at the thought of the pain that would bring.
His left hand secured her on top of him stopping her from squirming further and without warning His right hand made a quick and hard contact with the bare flesh on her brown bottom.
Smack!
She winced from shock and pain but remained determined to withstand the punishment he had warned she'd receive.
“No reply to my email this morning,” he rubbed the spot his just spanked.
Smack Smack!
His hand cupped her buttocks at the space where her thighs met her ass. He squeezed his property hard.
Smack Smack Smack!
His hand moved from cheek to cheek. Sometimes it stayed on one side as she tried her best not to squirm beneath his firm hold on her body. It stung so delicious she wanted more, but it burned so hot she yearned for a break.
“What torture,” she thought wanting more.
Smack! She changed her mind, she did not want more.
“You’ll take more,” He said reading her thoughts and continuing his punishment. “You’ll learn what obedience really means.”
Smack!
Heat radiated from her sore bottom. She held the arm of the couch with strength she'd never before known. He perched His lips together and blew a gently breath across her welted bottom. Her body shook uncontrollably on his lap. He ran his fingernails ever so slightly over his work and a trail of goosebumps followed along her skin.
“Do you want to kiss me now?”
“Yes, please,” she whimpered but anxious to feel His lips on hers.
Her thighs trembled weakly as she rose to the sitting position. Accidentally sitting on the back of her heels, Jade leapt into his arms.
“After tonight you’ll be sitting very gently my pet.”
She inhaled him deep, kissing his face and neck. He freed his cock from his pants and quickly entered what belonged to him. His hands groped her entire body but found a home clenching fistfuls of her bottom in His hands. She forgot the pain and concentrated on the pleasure of being His. Her body bounced up and down on His stiff cock, practically begging for it to erupt. She thrust her hips into his body.
“I won’t do it again,” she panted heavily in His ear. “I promise.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Her nails dug into his back and her pace quickened.
“I promise, I’ll be your good girl,” she begged sensing his climax approaching.
His hands moved to her hips and his thrusts intensified. His body moved her body and she hung to his neck as if on an amusement ride. He stood with her legs wrapped around His body, holding his pet, making her His all over again. His pace quickened then stopped. Resumed fast, then stopped again. His pause was long, then suddenly a quick burst of thrusts in and out of her slippery pussy. Then nothing, a loud groan as he deposited all that he had inside her.
Regaining His composure, he asked, “Just what was it that kept you away from me all day?”
She retrieved her laptop from the entry way and returned to His lap where she read to Him the story He inspired her to write. It was a punishment worth enduring.
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All Knotted
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Posted:Apr 4, 2017 10:32 am
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2017 9:44 pm
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It is freezing. I took my to school at 8:20 this morning, it is 3 hours later and I have yet to thaw out. Overcast skies, rain/snow mix, and the brisk frigid air has my mind wandering. I scrolled through all my submission memes and came across my collection of shibari pictures. I haven’t found anyone in the lifestyle who is knowledgeable in the art. This lifestyle has taught me that one thing can have several different meanings…
When I see the word “bound” I do not see shackles, handcuffs or a body table. I see colored ropes purposefully tied along the contour of body lines. I think of patience as he dutifully maps out what the final masterpiece will reveal. I feel the control slip from my body because he moves me how he needs and wants me, it isn’t my decision but his. My guess is, bondage means different things to different people.
What does it mean to you?
My mind wandered further, thinking, can one man be everything a sub needs in a dom/master? Is it wrong to seek other qualities or kinks you desire in a person other than the person you are with? I’m learning not all cuisine satisfies everyone’s pallet. If a sub enjoys being spanked but her dom/master prefers mind control is it acceptable for her to seek being spanked by another? If a sub enjoys being tied and her sub prefers shackles, should she be allowed to seek that kink in another? Does this cheapen the dynamic within the D/s relationship? As a dom, would you be offended if a sub presented you with such a scenario?
I’m knotted inside…
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Orgasms...
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Posted:Apr 3, 2017 6:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2017 9:48 pm
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Slippery little fuckers, aren’t they? Do you orgasm quick? Multiple times? Slow to reach? Is yours determined by your mood? Who you are with? How long you’ve been engaging in the act?
My first orgasm caught me completely off guard. Nobody had ever told me how one felt, when it might appear or how my body would react to one. I remember feeling embarrassed, not knowing my body was capable of taking control despite me thinking I was the only driver. The guy I was with was completely oblivious which most 20-year old men are likely to be.
From that point on, I was in search of that release again. As coincidence would have it, my next relationship was with a man who was very in sync with his sexuality and taught me to appreciate my own. Not only could he bring me to my maximum with ease, he taught me how to please myself. This is a tool I learned to appreciate early. Since this relationship, I have met several men who flat out refuse to masturbate. While I understand, we are not to be judgmental, I find this behavior to be…perplexing. Why would anybody leave their satisfaction and fulfillment in the hands of another? What happens if that person does not wish to please you? What happens if that person is no longer in your life? Does that mean the next person that you date must be responsible for your sexual gratification? What happens if that person is a toad and terrible at giving hand jobs? I digress, but you get my point. I seriously question my ability to have any type of relationship with any man who does not feel comfortable touching his own cock.
Not too long after this relationship dissolved, I came to find my inner sub. My first Master had zero tolerance for anything. It was a very distant and cold dynamic. Because I was exiting my then marriage I wasn’t exactly seeking comfort or understanding so I think then, we were a good fit. However, one of his kinks was orgasm control. Edging was big for him and my masochistic desires were way beyond my common sense. It wouldn’t be until several years later that I realized the “damage” done to my psyche to still have this play a role in my sex life. Nearly twenty years after this man controlled my mind and body I am still unable to reach a full, fireworks exploding, body quivering, eyes rolling into the back of your head orgasm.
Let’s make this clear though…
I can have an orgasm. To have an earth-shattering, mind-blowing climax it must be by my own doing and if I am alone I can reach this plateau far quicker than if I am being watched. This isn’t to say I don’t like it when somebody plays with my pussy or strokes her with his cock. To the contrary, I adore fingers and cock inside and around my pussy. Maybe I enjoy it so much I do not reach my climax. Maybe I psych myself out of letting go in order to hold on to the feeling of my pussy being played with. If it isn’t me playing inside or around my pussy and I’m being spoiled by another I can still have an orgasm but it isn’t a climax worth writing a blog about (pun totally intended). I am more aroused than I was before and whomever I am playing with will probably feel my wetness multiply. Sadly though, there are no fireworks, no waves of pleasure, no breath-taking, hyperventilating moments.
Where does this leave me, you ask? Here’s the tricky part because whether I like the man or not, the next words I’m about to type are going to sound cruder than I intend….
I…fake it…
Before you judge me, hear me out. I’m not faking it because I want the experience to end (there have been times in the past but I do some serious heavy vetting to prevent the need for this now). Typically, if I have faked an orgasm it is because I don’t want my partner to think he should try so hard. I want him to enjoy me and not be so focused on some outward sign of accomplishment. Many, many, many men on these sites pat themselves on their backs based on how many or how powerful he has “made” a woman orgasm. If I am out of breath, if he is out of breath, if I am unable to keep my lips off his body or if he says, “I’ve never had pussy feel like this,” then I equate that as reaching my climax.
Reading this, I feel like I may be the odd duck here. But that makes me curious…how are your orgasms? Slippery little fuckers?
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Blessing and A Curse
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Posted:Apr 1, 2017 4:19 pm
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***nonfiction rant***
Blessing and A Curse
I tell people all the time that I’m not like other girls. I’m a very shy and scared submissive. My kink is 150% mental which makes it very hard for me to fall for these excessively aggressive men on this site who are under the impression that by logging on they are entitled to everything I have and am. Even worse than that are the ones who solicit my time for quick hook ups and flings. Yes, I like to be spanked but not for the reasons most believe. I like being spanked because I know after the pain comes the pleasure of him caressing my sore bottom. Yes, I love being choked. Not because my breath is being taken away, but because he chooses when I can have it back. Yes, please flog or whip me as long as your arm can lift the whip or flog. My pleasure comes from your praises for me being such a good girl and taking all you had to give me.
Often, men in these dominate positions assume the only effective approach to getting what they want is to either use force or bark orders. I do not respond well to either approach, which is why I require time to get to know whomever I am considering submitting. My kink isn’t in being told to sit, stay or roll over. My kink lies in knowing all the idiosyncrasies that make you tick and providing what you need without having to bark orders or use force. I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer and I’m sure I could be wrong on many levels, I may not even be the submissive that I think I am. Which leads me to my next dilemma, I am torn on where I truly belong. I am on the proverbial fence.
I stay on my fence because it is safe. On my fence, I am not used in the bad way. On my fence, I am not judged, insulted, humiliated or hurt. My fence is small but it’s mine and I don’t have to allow anybody on my fence who I don’t want to share. On my fence, I can just get my feet wet in the lifestyle without committing fully. My fence allows me to look down at everyone else and say, “that’s them, not me”. Sadly, my fence does not give me the opportunity to feel the satisfaction of letting go. It won’t let me breathe freely knowing I am no longer in control and I do not have to be either. My fence prevents me from experiencing how good it can really feel to submit my body and present it to a dom or a master for him to use as he sees fit.
My fence, my safety net has now become a blessing and a curse.
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Daydream Becomes Reality/Sway Of Hips/Flirting With A Stranger
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Posted:Mar 30, 2017 5:05 pm
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2017 6:10 pm
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I’m very fond of writing prompts that have you pick three or four of their word combinations to create a piece of fiction. I am also very fond of fiction especially if it involves a lot of body parts. The following is a combination I randomly (kinda) picked:
Daydream Becomes Reality/Sway Of Hips/Flirting With A Stranger
She retrieved her small pinky from the creamy batter mixture and let the excess drip slowly off her finger.
“Is my batter sweet enough?” she asked not really wanting or needing an answer.
“Nothing you make could be sweeter than you,” he replied taking her finger into his warm mouth and pulling the sweet concoction from her finger as he pulled it out of his mouth.
Not giving him an opportunity to swallow, she planted her lips on his, licking the small drop of batter he couldn’t manage to get completely in his mouth. Her tongue swirled around the inside of his mouth and she moaned purposefully, wanting him to know how good he tasted.
“Jade,” he moaned.
He repeated, “Jade.”
Her name got louder, “Jade!”
Jade’s brown eyes flashed opened quickly. Her business partner had startled her from her daydream.
“Don’t do that,” Jade ordered trying to restore her breathing to a normal pace.
“I’m going to the bank, you have to come up front,” her partner giggled as she exited the shop.
Jade sat behind the counter watching her customers enjoy their pastries and had not even noticed her favorite regular customer enter the shop. The patrol officer came into her shop no less than three times a week and she thoroughly enjoyed watching him during his visits. He always appeared confident and secure in his uniform and Jade fantasized often about removing it from his body and revealing the true gift beneath.
“Excuse me? Excuse me, miss?” the officer tried to get Jade’s attention. “Do you have any fresh scones?”
Startled, Jade stared at his soft rounded face and searched for the words to say, “they’re in the back.” She pointed to the kitchen not really understanding why.
“Do you want me to go get them,” he joked.
“Yes,” she said wanting him to take her in every way in her kitchen.
“No,” she quickly corrected. “have a seat and I’ll bring you one.”
Jade silently thanked God for a full house at that moment. The only available table was near the back. Jade watched his firm ass as he walked away from her. His uniform pants fit snug around his ass and crotch and it took everything with Jade to pull her eyes away long enough to get the requested pastry from the back. She hunted high and low for the scones she knew she baked earlier in the day but now could not locate them.
Jade emerged from the kitchen to find most of her customers had left. Only two patrons and her favorite cop remained. She walked to him trying to compose the right words so she wouldn’t embarrass herself.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to make a new batch; do you have time to wait? You can come help me if you’re pressed for time,” she tried her best at flirting.
“Lead the way,” he flirted back.
Confident, she moved her hips left to right sure that his eyes were focused on her ass this time. She pretended to adjust the bow to her apron, but was really adjusting her own little skirt just to make sure he got the view she wanted.
She felt his hand on her wrist and with a flick he spun her around and their faces were mere centimeters away from each other. Her heart beat hard but not in her chest, it was beating in her throat. She tried to take a breath but he put his lips on hers and took away the last bit of air remaining in her lungs.
“I don’t need a scone,” he said letting her come up for air, “I want to be inside you.”
They stumbled as they tried their best to navigate their way to the kitchen without separating their bodies from one another. He backed her into the preparation table. With one arm, he cleared of all the utensils leaving only a light film of flour on the table. His hands held her waist tight and he lifted her onto the table. Pulling her thighs, he moved slid her bottom to the edge of the table and pulled her tank top off over her head.
Her slender brown fingers quickly unbuttoned his perfectly ironed uniform shirt anxious to touch his bare skin as she had daydreamed about so many times before. He removed the bandana holding back her curly hair and watched it fall to her shoulders. Exposed to the cooler air, her nipples hardened and she arched his back. His tongue flicked her sensitive nipple before swallowing it in his warm mouth. She arched her back more and he cupped her other breast in his hand and softly pinched the both nipples at the same time; one with his mouth the other with his fingers and her pussy exploded in response wanting him even more. His hand moved down from her breast to her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, sat up and put her arms around his neck.
“Take me sir,” she begged him softly.
The desire for her long-time crush was growing more intense with his stroke of his hand on her body. He made her body quiver with anticipation and her sweet hole drip with lust. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she was sure he could not only feel it, but hear it as well. Just when her fears were focused on her heart beat she felt his manhood plunge inside her. He slid effortlessly in and out of her body. Her thighs squeezed him tighter and her hips matched his strokes. Her breasts bounced in sync with her ass bouncing up and down on the table. Puffs of flour dust flew from the table as the two allowed their bodies to collide against one another. His breathing quickened, his thrusts intensified and she could feel his beads of sweat drip down his back onto her calves resting on his ass. He thrust again and grunted. Once more, a deeper thrust and moaned.
“Come for me,” she encouraged.
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Your First and Your Last
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Posted:Mar 28, 2017 5:57 pm
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2017 1:57 pm
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For my first blog post (and probably several more in the future until I can come up with my own original topics) is inspired by a writing prompt I found. This prompt asks to "write about your last sexual experience. How was it different from your first sexual experience?" I didn't specifically list how the experiences differ but I think it's fairly obvious by reading...
My First
We had been talking on the phone daily since I met him in the hospital where I worked as an intern. Many months before, he helped me navigate through the mysterious underground tunnels that I had so bravely decided to try alone. I was petrified wandering by myself in the dark tunnels and this was long before the time of cell phones. I’m sure there wouldn’t have been much of a reception even had the technology existed. I never heard him step behind me and nearly climbed out of my skin when his deep baritone-like voice whispered into my ear and asked if I needed any help.
Now, however, we could barely keep our hands off one another. I knew he wanted to fuck me. He groped me harder, kissed me stronger and his feet scuffed along the hardwood floors has he tried his absolute best to direct me from the front room into his bedroom. I was only 16 years old but I knew his plan. What he failed to realize in his frenzy, was that this was my plan all along. I didn’t need to be in love with my first. I just had an immeasurable thirst to have my first. As most teenagers do, my girlfriends and I had spent many slumber nights discussing sex, how it felt, would we like it? Half of the girls in our “clique” had already indulged in their fantasy and I was more than ready to join the ranks.
I backed into the bedroom until my legs hit the edge of the king-size bed placed square in the center of the room. We rolled from one side of the large bed to the other feeling each other’s faces and pulling at the few articles of clothing we both were still wearing until he stood up and removed his pants. I knew it was going to happen and if I had any doubts before then, they were all dissolved when he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom.
“It’s really going to happen,” I thought.
Only my skirt remained on my body as he had stealthily removed every other article of clothing. He took my legs, one in each hand and pulled me to the edge of the bed with him and allowed him to remove my final garment. Stepping between my legs he spread them wide. My breathing stuttered and stopped as heo my virgin hole. I laid back on the cool comforter and my eyes fluttered closed as I anticipated his entry. I could feel his cock start to enter me but it was not the pleasure I anticipated. With each attempt to get inside me I inched my body further from his.
“Stop running,” he panted trying that much harder to conquer me.
Before he even had an opportunity to gain access to my forbidden fruit I fell off the massive bed not realizing I had scooted from one end of the bed to the other. He pulled me up to the bed, pinned my legs to the bed and in one quick move put his penis all the way inside me. I couldn’t help but yelp in pain and in surprise. Of all the talks we had in the wee hours about sex, not one time did anybody mention it could hurt! The only thought that could penetrate my mind outside of the stretching going on between my legs was the one piece of advice my best friend gave.
“It will not feel good if you just lay there, you have to move.”
So, I moved. I swayed my hips to meet his. I put my arms around his neck and fucked him as hard as he fucked me. We sweat. We moaned. He came.
My Last
He’s not mine, I am required to share him. My kink almost always demands I be understanding of everyone’s “situation”. Mature Doms/Masters are typically not just older but also in well-established relationships. That is what makes this arrangement even stranger, he is neither a Dom nor a Master. He’s probably the most vanilla man I have ever “interacted” with, and that speaks volumes for me. Every relationship I’ve been in since becoming single has been of the bdsm variety – except this one. So he’s vanilla he’s otherwise accounted for, and I’m still attracted to him? The answer is unequivocally, yes.
His body towers over me. He’s a protector – my protector, maybe his nature. When he stands behind me and wraps his arms around my body, I feel as if I don’t even have to breathe because he’s doing it for me.
I thought of all this as the hot water beat mercilessly against my back in the shower. I always eagerly anticipate his visits and today is no different. I gently pushed the razor from under my arms and down my thighs. My hands glided over my skin behind the blade making sure not to miss a spot, thinking I want him to be able to kiss me all over – wherever he desires.
Satisfied that my body was smooth enough for his touch, I exited the shower, patted my body dry and applied generous amounts of lotion. I imagined his touch and the butterflies in my tummy awakened with great fervor. I had lost track of time. When I picked up my phone he had notified me that he was outside my house. My fingers pecked at my phone anxiously trying to get him in my home.
Please come in…
Before I could tell him how much I missed him, his clothes were off, my towel was on the floor and I was in his lap covering his beautiful face in kisses. His soft hands caressed my back and I whispered in his ear.
“I need you inside me.”
His beautiful cock jumped before the rest of his body recognized my words. Unable to resist I giggled at his response. I giggled until he indeed put himself inside my pussy which was eagerly anticipating his entry. Slowly he inched his way through my sweet cave until our bodies were completely conjoined.
I cupped his sexy face, the tip of my tongue licked his soft lips and I muttered, “I missed you.”
“Come here beautiful,” he said then took my mouth with his desperately. Yes, desperately taking every piece of my intimacy with it. My tongue searched for his and my pelvis swayed back and forth stroking his cock to a rhythm only we could create. I arched my back and my hands found his knees just as his mouth latched onto my breast. All our body parts were in complete sync. His arms wrapped me tight and he moved from one breast to another. I moved to the floor and he took me from behind. He pulled on my hair and I swirled my hips harder into his lap. My pussy clinched tightly around his cock as I was sure he was going to explode. He didn’t.
Back on the couch he fed me his cock. He slid in and out of my mouth wonderfully. I milked his cock with my hand and could feel his cum rise from the base, slowly up to the tip until my mouth filled with his creamy treat – just for me.
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