Weeding out the Trolls
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Posted:Oct 11, 2015 8:24 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 12:50 pm 12516 Views
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H ~ Might we simply talk and get to know each other?
Me ~ I have no issues carrying on a conversation 
I might not be able to respond right away, but I will eventually - heading out now as a matter of fact
... I had no idea when he'd respond so didnt want him to think, after sending this, that I was going to ignore him ... sheesh, why was I so courteous? 
H ~ Well when you get back tell me a little about yourself.
Here we go again. Another person that sends so little and asks for so much ... why cant people realize that, if you want something worthwhile, you GIVE something worthwhile? But I'll just let him know that it should be both ways
Me ~ When you send a one liner, you get a one liner 
H ~ And she wonders why she is still alone. Here is your sign. Good luck to you.
That made me laugh - he obviously hasnt read my profile ...
Me ~ Nope - I dont wonder. What you might not understand is that there are far too many out there who want everything but give little to none.
Just because I classify myself as submissive, this doesnt mean I am just anyone's submissive. I am on equal footing until owned.
A shame that people expect one to behave a particular way simply because of a label instead of treating them like they deserve the same respect as they wish to be given.
Or that you expect me to take the time to give a lengthy response when you spent no time in asking a question which required far more thought that your question was given by yourself.
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A little insight
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Posted:Oct 11, 2015 8:19 am
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2015 8:55 am 12204 Views
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1) Above all else, you must understand I have everything but a BDSM relationship with my husband and you have to be good with that.
He doesnt get involved in a relationship I have other than to meet and get a grasp on who you are and that I will be safe in your hands.
He says I am his most precious possession and, once he feels you hold my safety in as high a regard as he does, sex will be on the table - dont expect that to happen overnight.
2) I'm also very scared of trying to have a BDSM relationship because of the emotional depths I can fall into and the pain that accompanies it when/if it fails so you probably wont like the walls I put up anyway.
3) I have a stalker that wont leave me alone - thanks to my last relationship - and you need to be aware that it's not something you should take lightly. One day, I'll bitch slap her - until then, I have to deal with her.
4) I dont do things in half measures so make sure you read #2 very carefully. I'm not like most anyone else you will meet, but even I cant rid you of your paradigms if you think I am.
5) My profile and current picture gives you a lot of insight. Read it then read it again ... Your profile and picture will do a lot for me as well. I'll read yours for more information just as I will see how you are in a conversation. If you dont think chatting gives me a good insight into your capabilities to be my owner then you underestimate the written word.
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Tenacity will get your posts shared
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Posted:Oct 5, 2015 6:02 am
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2015 5:19 am 14009 Views
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I have never replied to this one but he keeps coming back and oh, how he has evolved! Take a look (I am copying and pasting - his real words - his nic has been removed for obvious reasons...
8/9/2015 8:08 am
Hello, I have not had a log of experience. Are you by any chance curious about piss play ? Giving and receiving , jack
9/12/2015 2:44 pm
Hello, I am very interested , I like kinky, the kinkier the better, your profile says your not interested in human toilet , what about squatting over me and peeing on my cock while I jack off . I would love to drink your pee while you fuck me with strap on and spank my ass ! (Jack - with a face picture)
Notice how he's graduated to a capitol letter for his name?
9/28/2015 9:06 am
Hello, I have not had much experience as a Dom but am very curious and willing to learn . I do like to take control and get creative and kinky while still respecting your limits . Hope to hear from you . Jack
9/28/2015 9:08 am
Do you like it a little rough ?
9/28/2015 9:10 am
Interested in water sports , giving and receiving ? (same face pic)
10/5/2015 8:45 am
If you are truely obedient you must be willing to participate in my pee fetish, such as letting me lick your pee hole until you fill my mouth with your golden nectar , and allow me to pee in your pussy while fucking you . Master jack
I am so proud of this little pisser - he has graduated to Master status and is now capable of telling me what I must do because I am truly obedient! *dreamy sigh*
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"All about me"
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Posted:May 1, 2014 4:26 pm
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2015 12:07 pm 17170 Views
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I copied this from a blog I do to help those who are trying to understand BDSM and might be in a "50 shades" mentality...
In the world of BDSM, Many people on the 'other' side of the fence will say that any submissive commenting on the fact that BDSM is "all about me" is a topping from the bottom mentality. Let me explain why it is not only the right way to think but the smart way as well.
Controversy? Maybe.
Outside of the box thinking? Possibly.
Factual thought process? Definitely.
Be open minded when reading this - it might take a while for it to sift through before you catch on because I tend to ramble - it might not.
*If I am Master, it is "all about me".
*If I am dominant, it is "all about me".
*Same if I am slave or submissive; it is "all about me".
*Top, bottom, kinkster, and every other shade; (say it with me) it is "all about me".
I read many writings about how things change. If one is the person in control it's not even really thought about.
However, if a submissive or slave states the changes are affecting their relationship and how unhappy they are with the situation, then we hear a lot of replies with "That has an awful lot of I's and my's. Makes me think its all about the sub."
Well, duh.
If it wasnt all about "me" as a sub, then any owner would do. Right?!
Pfffft - How unfeasible is that??
When two people meet, there is a connection - if not, they move on because the other didn't or couldn't fulfill that persons requirements - that connection develops/deepens as words are said, action is taken, and knowledge is gained. In that process each make a decision: Is this person right for me?
OMG - did I just say that?? They each have a choice? ... They can (gulp) make individual decisions?
Why yes. Yes, I did.
For example. Why would I be with a man who is a Sadist that has no desire to use anything remotely furry or thuddy unless it has hidden tacks/claws and I can’t tolerate pain?
Why? Because it's all about me!
Of course (grins), that Sadist wants me because he enjoys inflicting pain and, being the wuss I am, it would only give him more pleasure. But wait: I'm still pining over my last relationship and this Sadist has a dislike for that kind of situation so he walks away.
Why? Because it's all about him.
Are you getting the picture here?
When mutual attraction, interests, desires, needs, etc are met and two people agree on developing that relationship, it is because it’s all about them as individuals.
As the trust grows because they both test the other (yep, they test each other. The Owner gives commands to see how well the sub responds ... the results of that tests allow the Owner to trust the sub is the person for them. The sub tests as well for the same reason and so on) - let's not get into semantics just yet.
I don’t do well with many things others might think of as essential for their relationship ... but isn’t that to be expected? Don’t we all have limits others don’t even think twice about?
When first speaking with a dominant, tell them what is needed. How you are. Expectations (you know, those things desired and needed).
Since there are so many players, the mindset can be negative because of the many disappointments of previous meetings (online or in real time) but, if he’s patient (which would be a great plus no matter how new or experienced you are) he’ll wade through the BS, watching and listening.
Holding nothing back because there’s nothing to lose at this point and you’ll soon discover (unless you’re a slow learner) to become tired of the pain when lowering your standards - OMG did I just say submissives have standards?? Me? A self-pronounced submissive??
Why yes. yes; I did.
(I also know there are some out there who think 'submissive' and 'standards' are an oxy-moron. I know this because I've had conversations with them .... can you see ME submitting to THEM?
Why not? - say it with me now: Because it's all about me!
Yes! You did it - YAY!!)
Anyway - I digress - kinda.
It's all about him. Let’s say he needs someone who can do things the way he wants, how he wants, when he wants. He needs someone to be proud of, to walk with down the street holding hands, to know their place no matter where they stood. He needs someone intellectually stimulating so he can trust their common sense and not have to micro-manage. Someone to fit his needs because, well duh, it's all about him.
And this fits for everyone in this roll - just tweak it how you see fit...
It's all about me. I need someone to be in control, to do things his way. I need to serve and be proud of my Owner. I need someone stronger/better than me - physically, mentally and emotionally. Someone who doesn’t believe I need to leave my intelligence at the door to be submissive.
And, yes, this fits for everyone in this roll - just tweak it how you see fit...
Once you find that person that meets your needs and they feel you meet theirs, the "all about me" mindset changes to an "all about us" mentality.
He owns you. You might be uncomfortable with things he does for and to you but never crosses the hard limits you’ve previously discussed but he knows how to push you to gain more trust as well as the fact he probably knows you need that because it fits the "all about me" thing which, coincidentally fits his "all about me" thing.
How lucky is that?
Wait ... that's not luck. That's how it is suppose to work.
To be owned by someone who doesn’t care about you and your needs is the worst choice anyone can make.
The part where folks tend to throw the "all about me" label in as a bad thing is when one changes in a way that doesn’t support the other’s needs.
If your Owner expected you to have his coffee/tea/meal/whatever ready at a certain time, and you stopped doing that then it is no longer all about him and he has the right to make sure you get back into the swing of things or to walk away.
So why is it that, if you needed Sir to "tell" you what to do or wear or whatever, and it was something you both acknowledged and was a thread that held your relationship together and it went to the wayside, then why is it wrong for you to be unhappy and question the situation? Why are fingers pointed in disapproval the submissive’s way as folks say (or any other submissive) they should accept these changes? Endure?
A relationship starts with the dynamics discussed NEEDED by 2 or more people when thoughts of developing a relationship BEGINS - all based off what the other needs (the "all about me" factor) ... so why is it now non-existent when things change over time and one doesnt want to function without that part especially if that person is the submissive/slave?
Recap:
It's all about me - giving, serving, being controlled, placing him on a pedestal, making me feel free in my submission.
It is all about him - receiving, being served, controlling, being in the position of authority, feeling strong in his dominance.
When the two have their needs met, it becomes all about us.
When things change that wasn’t expected/wanted by someone in the relationship, it is no longer "all about us" something is wrong and no one should be condemned or told they aren’t worthy of having their needs met.
And that’s what I gots ta say about that. Maybe
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"Support Our Troops"
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Posted:May 26, 2009 11:04 am
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2009 7:59 pm 19177 Views
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*I sent this in to the local newpaper - they didnt print it*
I have to wonder at the meaning of these words when I see them on a business window. I mean, really; what do they exemplify? As a retired Navy vet I walked into one place toting such a sign and asked if they gave a military discount – nope.
So I asked, do you donate to the military? They didn't have an answer. Probably because they, at the ripe old age of -something, didn't care/know enough to ask.
Coming from the largest naval base in the world (Norfolk, Va), a sign didn't need to be displayed to know you could get a discount since most everyone gave their troops that kind of support. And we’re not talking a small community like Lapeer county, or even Flint, we’re talking a city where the population of military folks FAR exceeded that of civilians. I wonder how much they lost by giving such a discount to so many of our vets, active or retired? Even in this economy there is no thought of removing that discount, and yet I don't know who’s more embarrassed; me for asking the person behind the counter toting the “Support Our Troops” in big red letters if there is a discount, or them who have to tell me no. Probably me.
A shame that.
I guess I should have laughed a little easier when they asked if I had a triple A card, since they gave them discounts.
Amazing really, that I can serve my country 20 years, miss countless birthday’s, anniversaries, Christmas’s and so many other holidays and need to be a card carrying member of AAA to get a discount.
You know? I didn't think it was that much a sacrifice during my time served. It’s not like I am ever again going to have to brush away a tear from the Eiffle tower as I wished with all my might that my 5 yr old was with me … or a few years later having to tell my 4 yr old twin boys why their mother had to go off to war, until I thought about what little those three words evoked.
Okay – so I’m sure you’re saying Memorial Day will bring about those discounts, after all it is in memory of all those who have served, past and present and sacrificed the very same things I did – and in too many cases, far more … but let’s face it, those discounts are going to be offered to everyone, no matter if they have a military background or not.
Now, let’s not read into this. I am very grateful for those who donated to proudly wear a poppy so that our active service members could have a chance to call home without the added financial burdens incorporated in a call from overseas (the military does not pay over time or even comparable wages hour to hour), I cant tell you how nice it was to be able to do that when I was in a long line waiting for an available phone in Bahrain so many years ago. But, having stood handing out those poppies I know that a good chunk of that money came from the people coming off the streets, not to take away from the businesses that helped, but I am very aware that it was the person living paycheck to paycheck that didn't have to be asked to donate, they approached and gave what they could – many times more than once.
So I admit I have issues, and I shouldn’t. After all I fought, just as our troops do today, for your right to post most anything you want. So be proud. Fly a flag at your establishment, put up those signs saying to support the troops because the bottom line is this: Actions speak louder than words – or signs … what do your actions say?
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Imagine this....
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Posted:Jan 19, 2007 2:41 pm
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2015 12:07 pm 20609 Views
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W/we sat in His car, in front of His home. Shadows growing slowly in every corner.
“Go upstairs. Remove your clothes, place the cuffs on your wrists and ankles then sit on the couch. I want your arms raised high about your head against the wall, toes together and knees spread wide.”
I dare not look at Him. I know Him. I know that begging will get me nowhere. I also know I chose to take His hand at the party when He told me He was leaving. Doing anything else I knew would leave me empty.
Instead I swallowed and got out of the car, knowing it wasn’t the breeze that caused my body to shake.
I entered the house and took the stairs up; going into the room I knew was filled with toys. Walking over to the large couch I removed my clothes, carefully folding them and placing them on the side table.
Knowing I’m still alone I cant help but to glance over my shoulder, just to confirm, like one who opens the fridge to see if anything has changed in the last few minutes.
I look back at the couch and the wall behind it, seeing myself there. In that position and shivered again, knowing I would begin to lose myself there.
Gritting my teeth I turned and sank into the cushions, placing my bottom close to the edge I leaned back. Raising my arms slowly above my head and against the wall I brought my toes together, my knees tightly clasped.
Even with my heart pounding in my ears I heard Him entering the house. My breathing quickened, my heart hammered louder. I let my head drop back and, squeezing my eyes shut; I slowly opened my knees.
I could feel Him – I had no idea where in the room He was, but I could feel Him. I knew my control began slipping when my skin grew warmer, my breathing erratic.
The cushion to my right sunk and I hated myself when I couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped through my clenched teeth, my head naturally moved when I felt the impression of His hand take hold of the back of the couch. The softest breath of air skimmed over my cheek, my lips parted but I was successful in my attempts to let not a sound out. I wish I had been as successful in keeping my back from arching when His hand grazed over my right arm, from wrist down to the under swell of my breast and back over the top. I could feel the strength of His body just inches away from mine, but dared not open my eyes.
No power on earth could make me move – not even to wipe away the tear that slipped from my lashes.
“What makes you cry?” came the lazy question, causing me to shiver as the voice embraced my being.
I tried to speak and found I couldn’t. I swallowed, my head turning, seeking and finding the comfort of His arm. “It is difficult,” My voice caught when His hand lazily traveled up my collarbone, to the base of my throat and then threaded through my hair at the back of my neck. “to maintain control… sitting like this.”
His smile wrapped itself around me in His words: “And now you begin to understand.”
Just as simple as that, and just as vexing.
Breathe. If I could just breath without His scent invading me. Without Him touching me. Without…
His hand wrapped my hair in His fist, tilting my head away from Him and back, baring my neck to His lips.
“Please!” I cried out, only realizing I did so after it was already spoken,, Hating myself, I groaned in frustration...or need. I am so confused. So on fire.
A hand touched my outer left thigh, running down and then up the inner, more sensitive skin.
“Please.” Oh yes, definitely need.
His lips possessed mine. Capturing my breath, demanding so much more, and I … unable to deny Him anything. My cleanly waxed skin offered no barriers to His seeking fingers as they skimmed over the tender skin, finding and easily slipping through my nether lips. Knowing He found the wetness that surely showed what little control I really had I squirmed, needing to move – whether away or towards, I didn’t know since all rationale left at His intimate contact.
His fingers left and I moaned in distress, no longer caring to hate myself. He placed His arm around my waist and gathered me up, His other hand still holding my hair firmly. He eased us off the couch, bringing my body hard against His own, my hands grasping His shoulders – for support or to just touch Him didn’t matter – it was a need, just like breathing.
Yes; breathe…I had forgotten to do that.
Tilting my head, He again found my neck and nibbled, lapped and possessed, walking me away from the couch, my eyes remained shut not carrying where W/we went as long as His hands were around me, His mouth touching my skin, His body brushing mine.
He walked. I plunged into sensation.
He turned me around.
“No!” I cried at the loss of contact. Confused at His soft laugh, knowing I should be…something else …angry? I cried out softly as He pressed His body against my back, pushing me against – oh God – a cross. The cold leather embraced my heated flesh. His hands bringing mine up, securing them and then my ankles.
He cupped each calf in a hand and traveled up my legs, over the globes of my ass, to my waist. My ribs. Under the fullness of my breasts and to my nipples, pressing His weight into me.
A moment later the velvety feel of fur caressed my arms, down and over my shoulders, my belly and around to my back. No part left untouched by either fur or hand. Driving me wild with His thoroughness, His leisure.
Tears flowed freely. Tears of joy and need. Yes my mind cried, my body seeking deeper contact, only to find myself alone. “No! Please!” I shook my head, not daring to believe the loss I felt. Opening my eyes to seek Him out, only to have a blindfold enveloping me in soft darkness. A hand brushed my hair over my shoulder, His mouth sending waves of sensation as He kissed the nape of my neck. “Pleeeeeease.” I whimpered.
Again the sharp coldness of emptiness took His place and I laid my head against the leather and struggled for breath.
For sanity.
For control.
All knowingly impossible the moment I felt air whooshing over my shoulders. Again, and again. Each time closer until the straps from the flogger kissed my back, over to my shoulders, up my arms. Coherent thought would have told me that He was following the same path His hands and the fur had just done, but coherent thought was too abstract to grasp, and something I no longer required.
I held on to the cross as if it was the only thing that kept me from falling.
Time was no worry for Him as He slowly stroked my flesh with the flogger, falling harder, but never enough for me to flinch. In time He stopped. He placed a knee between my legs and pressed up, my body naturally pressing down. His hand brushed my hair away and a low growl whispered in my ear. I quivered, attempting to lean my face into His, to touch Him as He was touching me. His hand traveled over my flesh, lightly touching, assessing.
A moment of coldness was replaced my something…what? The heel of a knife? It traveled over my flesh. Something warm traveled down my spine. Had He just cleaned the knife and it was still wet? My mind couldn’t grasp what it could be, my thoughts even weaker.
“Oh, God.” I whispered fiercely when that sensation was replaced by something sharp – God, how I love knife play.
“Not quite.” He chuckled.
Up my calf, the back of my knee to my ass. A hand gently fisted through my hair, pulling my head back and I whimpered out my excitement at the touch of the blade along my back and around my side, traveling up my stomach. Gone then back at my throat, my chin, over my lips, my nose. Slow … teasing. My mind drifted in a hum of sensation. Time slipped by as He scraped the blade over me.
He placed the tip at my chin, and carefully let go of my hair. *Do not move.” In moments I felt the thud of the whip against my shoulder blades, then the crack over my head, on my arms. The sweet feeling as the whip tasted my flesh caused more tears to flow. I tried so hard to not move, but my body had it’s own will and I trembled more. “No, no, no, no” I whispered to myself, craving this feeling of rapture. Sensations flooded every cell of my body.
The knife withdrew and I wept at the loss. His knee again found the juncture between my legs. A hand possessed my waist, the other ran over my back, a nibble on my earlobe. “How are you doing?” He whispered as His hand slipped down my belly to my lips soaked in my juices.
A moment of sanity entered my consciousness as I thought of how to answer such a question. How does one answer when the world has fallen from beneath ones feet and the body is wrapped in something a mere human cannot fathom? I nodded and smiled. “Good.” And I knew it lacked the true meaning, but unable to give more.
My womb clenched at His expert touch, “Good hmmmm?” My body arching back into His as much as I could. “Yes, yessss…yesssssss.” He applied pressure and I shuddered and was thankful for the bindings holding me, for my bones no longer knew how to keep me up. “Pleeeeease.” I begged.
His body moved against mine and I found my arms free. I could not let go of the cross as He leaned over an released my ankles, not even when He eased back and slipped His hands around my waist and tried to bring me back against Him.
Let go? But how?? My bewildered mind argued.
He brought His body against mine and added pressure to His hold on my waist.
Ahhhhhhh. I know how.
I pried my fingers from the cross and slid them down as I relaxed into His embrace. My feet somehow found the will to move as He turned me from the cross and into His arms. More sensations wrapped around me as W/we moved, and in moments I was softly falling onto His lap, His arms encircled me and I sank gratefully into His heat, wrapping my arms around His neck. I cried softly, my fingers tight in my hold, my body tense in it’s quaking, sluggishly relaxing into His comfort.
Words of comfort and approval fell from His lips, blanketing me in their warmth.
We stayed like that for eternity. And then He nuzzled my neck, and I shifted, snuggling closer. His breath heightened my body heat, making me squirm. He held me tight, hindering my need to move. His mouth playing havoc on my throat. I rubbed my breasts against His chest, the only movement I could make – and this I did gladly. His hand threaded through my hair and pulled my head back, baring myself to His view. A hand opened my legs and His fingers plunged into my wetness. I cried out and opened my legs further, pressing against His fingers, weeping in my urgency, then arching my back as He slipped two fingers in, feeling the pressure mounting, the mastery of His thumb swirling over my clit. Over and over, and ohhhh! My head pressed against His neck. His persistence never lessened, knowing patience was the only way to get me to where He was taking me. My blood coursed like raging fire. One hand around His neck, the other gripped His knee allowing me to lift my hips and open my legs further to His manipulation.
“Oooooohooohhhhhhhh!” I cried out, my head flung back, body arching in rigid release, thankful for the strength of His arm at my back, aching for Him to stop the torturous swirling of His thumb … afraid that He would stop. My orgasm was so intense it drained me of my strength and I went limp when it ended. I went to curl into Him, but His head came down and He took my nipple into His mouth and lapped, sucked, spinning my world back out of control. I twisting my body so He could have easier access.
He lowered my body, and slipped from under me. The hand that was at my back replaced His mouth, as His mouth replaced His thumb. “Oh, God. Oh God yes.” A fingered entered me, another followed. His mouth showed no mercy over my sensitive clit. “No, no, nonono.” I gritted between my teeth, my body ignoring my pleas as it squirmed higher. My hands found His hair, delving in and grabbing handfuls, pushing Him down, then seeking His shoulders and pulling him up. “Please.”
He stroked, traveling up my hip, swirling over my pelvic bone, to my stomach, the undersides of my breast. “What?” He took my nipple in His mouth and laved attention until it peaked, then went to the other.
“I need You. Please.” My body pressed against His, my hands pushing Him into me, my nails raking across His muscles. “Inside me. Please” He allowed me to remove His shirt, popping buttons in my haste until He placed His large hands over mine and kept them there until I quieted. “Please.” I whispered, eyes shut tight under the blindfold I still wore.
Moments, years, seconds later I gloried in His nakedness, legs rubbing against the hair covering His, hands traveling excitedly over the strength of His back, breasts pressed eagerly against His chest, my lower body desperately grinding relentlessly against His think hardness. My mouth sought and found His, I nipped at His lower lip in need and desperation, sucking and demanding.
He took my hands and placed them above my head. “No. No, please.”
“No?”
I groaned. “Please.” So lost in desire I couldn’t think.
He bit my lip and held it there, allowing His control to wash over me, calm me.
I forced myself to relax. Crying at the injustice of this demand. Tears coursed down my cheeks and I tried to catch my breath. I turned my head into my arm.
I dared not move when He placed both my wrists into one hand, or when His fingers brushed between my legs and opened the folds there. But I could not stop the cry of joy and the thrust of my hips when He sunk into my tightness and captured my neck in His mouth.
“Oh, God. Yes, please.” I cried over and over again as He plunged deeper into me.
He drew my leg over His arm, drawing me up. My knees opening wider for Him to pounded harder and deeper. Already swollen from my climax, I could feel Him stretching me, filling me, as I welcomed His masterful thrusts.
My head thrashed side to side, hungering for more as He found my breast, or nipped my throat, or sucked at my earlobe. Still holding my arms above my head with one hand, His other slipped under my hips and slammed me up, showing no mercy, and I welcomed it, craved His dominance, meeting each thrust with one of my own. When both hands went under my hips I wrapped my arms around His shoulders, my legs around His hips.
And He came inside me I cried out in rapture!
We laid like that, His weight a comfort, for some time, my body languid but still occasionally trembling.
I don’t remember when He adjusted our position so His front was to my back, a blanket covering our bodies. I do remember when He removed my blindfold and then placed His arm around my waist to cup my breast – the true source of warmth.
I smiled as I slipped into oblivion.
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To Dream Such Dreams
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Posted:Mar 9, 2006 5:59 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2008 12:01 pm 20911 Views
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The lights were off, night had fallen into its deepest shadows and I lay comfortably in my bed, eyes closed…
I stood looking at the door in front of me, breathing in deep, gritting my teeth at the nervous hitch as I let my breath out slow. My hand reached for the handle, a hint of a smile at how steady I was – at least I had that. The smile didn’t last when I saw, a few short feet in front, another door. I looked around in the cramped space seeing a note, but no switch. No lights. If I let go of the original door I would find myself in darkness.
I reached for the note, propping the first door with my foot.
As discussed, the outer clothing has no meaning.
It’s what’s inside that I judge.
Remove your clothing – all but stockings, panties, heels, and bra.
Then enter.
Letting the door shut I found myself in the dark. I removed my clothes, leaving on what was told of me. I reached out, letting my hand slide over the door until I found the latch. I gripped it tightly and whispered my mantra to my jittery mind; it… is… my… fantasy.
I turned the handle, opening it confidently – even if it was a bit slow. Once again I found only darkness. I looked to where my clothes lay somewhere behind me on the floor. Swallowing I let go of the door and listened for the click as it closed. I ‘looked’ in front of me, squinting, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness. I heard nothing. No breath, no movement.
Nothing.
I reached out, trying to find my way…. Where, I had no idea. What I found, or, rather what found me, was a hand.
The strength in that hand took away my breath, my thoughts, and gave me a sensation of eagerness, of complete joy. My palm was brought to the touch of soft butterfly kisses – nothing compared to the amount of butterflies taking flight in my lower belly.
I smiled. Maybe that wasn’t quite true.
There was movement, as if He was reaching for something. I tried to see more than the faint definition of a body my gaze was beginning to discern when my other hand was captured and brought to His mouth for equal attention. I moaned, stepping closer, needing His heat, leaning my body into His, only to find Him moving away, bringing my hands together and looping them in a leather-like strap. I blinked, trying to clear my confusion.
I opened my mouth to say something when I was gently but firmly turned and placed against a wall, my question swallowed into the warmth of His mouth.
My hands were brought above my head, forcing my covered breasts to brush against His chest.
“Stay”. He commanded quietly.
His hands slowly slipped down my bare arms, a trail of shivers following, His mouth slipping to the curve of my jaw, licking and nibbling His way to my ear lobe. Arching my head to give Him better access and me more pleasure, I closed my eyes. I could feel His arms brace themselves against the wall, His thumbs stroking the tender underside of my arms.
He found the sensitive nape at my neck causing an ache between my legs. His body brushing my breasts, my nipples tightened causing them to scrape roughly against the fabric of my lace bra. Keeping my hands above my head as ordered, I pressed my shoulders against the wall and my covered breasts against His wide chest, groaning in pleasure as one of His hands followed the curve of my body, outlining my breast, down my waist to my hip. He brought His fingers over my panties to rub me, only to discover the opening there.
If a person could hear a grin in one’s voice it was at that moment when He spoke the simple word: “Nice.”
The need to touch in return erased His command from my memory and led me to bring my bound hands down, only to discover that they had been hooked onto something.
I opened my eyes in bewilderment, trying to focus my scattered thoughts as well as my eyes.
He had took that moment to pull away, returning as my vision began to adjust, seeing His arms lift and then lower, placing a blindfold over my head, effectively cutting off my sight.
“No.” I cried out.
His body crushed into mine. “No?” His voice turned to steel.
I gritted my teeth, realizing too late my mistake. “I’m sorry.”
His mouth caressed my earlobe. “ ‘I’m sorry….’ ”
I shook my head, not understanding…. well, maybe a little.
“I have something that may help.” Again He moved away from me. I swallowed nervously, thinking furiously, knowing my ass was against the wall, so it couldn’t be a paddle.
Could it?
I felt His hands encircle my throat with, what I knew, was a collar. Making quick work of snapping it in place.
“Now. Let’s try this again.” I swallowed, not knowing where I found the saliva in my dry mouth. His breath teased my ear. “ ‘I’m sorry….’ ”
I groaned, refusing to fill in the missing word.
His hand took one of my legs and brought up to His hip. His other hand slipped between the opening in my damp panties, His fingers brushed the trimmed curls underneath.
I moaned, trying to grind myself against Him, feeling the wetness escaping.
“Say what needs to be said little one.”
My mind denied it. ‘My fantasy.’ it cried.
His fingers slipped further, gliding over the moisture my desire couldn’t prevent. ‘My.’ What was it? He found my nub, causing the ach to increase and the wetness to flow and my thoughts to scatter. Oh, yes; ‘My… (groan)… fantasy.’ I couldn’t even remember why I was thinking this anymore. All I knew was His touch. Him.
If I could think, I would have been embarrassed by the betrayal of my body, by the inability to retain control.
He slowed to a stop.
“Please.” I begged.
“No little one. You must learn your first lesson.”
A slow, wet swipe from His thumb brought weakness to my legs. “I’m sorry!” I cried between tightly clenched teeth.
“Do not” He whispered against my forehead, “rely too heavily on My patience little one.”
“I.” ‘My fantasy!’ His finger played over my clit, swirling softly. “I’m sor…” I groaned in frustration. I groaned in need. ‘MY…fantasyyyy’ He spread my lips further apart, a finger teasing my entrance. I tried to thrust my hips against that finger, needing more, but He pulled away. “I’m…” His thumb began sliding a little harder over my clit. ‘My…’ “I’m….” His finger slid through my wetness, closer to my entrance, His mouth and tongue bathed my neck. Need entered every fiber of my being. Breathing became second to desire, needed only to inhale His scent. His thumb caressed harder. “I’m… sorry…” His finger coated in my juices pressed closer to my entrance. “Master!” I pushed mindlessly against Him, His finger plunged deep, His body pressed mine against the wall. “Please, Master. I’m sorry!” I cried out in pleasure. His tongue delved deep into my mouth, crushing His lips against mine. And arm encircled my waist, my leg wrapped around His hip, pushing my body into His as much as my bindings would allow.
“Yes. Please. Master.” I gasped when His mouth left mine to nip at my breasts, His hand moving the lace to give Him access to the pierced nipple, sucking and laving it with attention, then paying equal consideration to the other.
His hands left my body. I groaned in distress, but stifled that when His movements told me He was undressing.
His body pressed against mine, shutting out anything not of Him. The hardness of His desire fueled my lust as much as the feel of His body hard against mine.
His hand, once again, brought my leg up, opening me to Him. The other hand opened my lips as He pressed His hard length against and into my dampness, stretching me, filling my mind and body with a craving so intense I could think of only one word; “More. Deeper. Okay, so that was two.
“Is that what you want?”
How is it I am so breathless and He is so calm?
How could He think it could be anything else? “Yes, please…Master.” I begged. Not caring that I begged, not caring that I had given up control. Not caring that I knew that I never truly had control.
He stopped, drawing back.
“No!!” I didn’t care that I had said that word…there could be no other word that could speak of the desperation I felt as that word expressed. “No. Please! Don’t stop.”
I moaned, I pressed against Him as much as I could.
A hand caressed my cheek. “It’s not about what you want.”
Boy, was He lucky that I was so damned desperate for Him that I kept my opinion of what I thought of that to myself! But I couldn’t think of an appropriate response, so I kept my mouth shut…not an easy task to do – even in a fantasy.
He slid slowly back in. I moaned. He pulled out, just as slowly. My leg was still around His hip when His hands cupped my ass and he plunged deep. I gasped, bucking Him. Twice more He plunged deep and I met His thrusts with my own.
He stopped.
My head fell against my suspended arm trying frantically to hold back any sound of protest.
“That is lesson two.”
Lesson two. Lesson two? I tried to think. What did He mean…? His words hit me; ‘It’s not about what you want.’
I growled. Angry.
My hands where lifted from whatever had held them in place. My arms, wrists, hands were massaged gently. I couldn’t think. I didn’t know what would come next. All I knew was that I hadn’t liked Lesson One, and felt this next one wasn’t gonna be any easier.
He sat me on the bed and, with His hands, gently opened my legs, stepping between them. “But first, there’s a rule we need to take care of.”
Oh! Territory I knew!! Finally.
I reached blindly out, feeling the hardness of His thighs, bringing my face forward until I felt the tip of His cock against my cheek. I turned, eagerly seeking to put it in my mouth. My hands found the base, my lips closed over the tip, my tongue swirled, licking and slurping as I took Him deeper into my mouth.
Tears come to my eyes as I gag. I am never able to take Him fully in because He is too large, but I try, smelling the muskiness of sex on Him, tasting my own juices. My hands tighten as I take Him as deep as I can while weaving my tongue around the head, feeling the soft hardness of His desire, thrilled that it was I who could make Him want me so.
He began to pull away. “Stop.”
My hands and mouth followed (will I ever learn?)
He took my hands and firmly removed them from him. I whimpered, not realizing what I’d done.
“Stay there.” He directed. “Do not move.”
I listened – too eager to realize I was behaving.
A moment later He cupped my shoulders into His hands and twisted me to my side, laying me down until I was on my stomach. I wiggled as He removed my panties. His palms caressed my ass cheeks. I wiggled more, moaning, my tied hands stretching out in front of me on the bed.
Swack!
I jumped, startled. Wha…? Swack on the other cheek. I twisted, trying to turn my body away from the paddle. His leg came down on the back of my thighs, a hand pressed against my lower back, stopping my ability to retreat. Swack. It took more will power than I thought I possessed, but I stopped squirming.
“It is what I want. Not your wants or desires.” He spoke gently into my ear. “If you receive anything from Me, know it is because I wish it so.” He caressed my ass. “Do you understand little one?”
I nodded earnestly. “Yes.”
Swack
“Yes Master!” I cried out. “I understand!”
“Good. Now I want you on your hands and knees.”
I scampered to do as told. His hands caressed my lower back, down my ass and over my thighs, curling around to the folds covering my opening. A new wetness began.
He took my hips once again and pressed Himself into me slowly, letting me feel the way He stretched me while He entered. I stuck my ass higher, my shoulders against the bed as He eased His full length into my very core.
“Play with yourself, baby.”
One hand spread my lips apart as the other found my clit. I swirled my finger around the tip, my shoulders the only thing keeping me from moving. He deepened His thrusts. I gritted my teeth to keep from saying what I wanted for fear that He would stop. Words like; ‘more.’ And ‘deeper’, ‘harder’, ‘faster’.
My finger kept with the His rhythm. I thrust back against Him, trying to fulfill the words my head screamed. I felt the ache, the swelling of my lust.
“I love your ass, baby”
“Yes!” I moaned, my finger working faster.
I felt a thumb press against the tight entrance of my ass.
I whimpered feeling the craving become unbearable.
It slipped inside.
“Oh, God, yes. Please!”
His thrusts became the words I cried in my head.
“Please, Master, fuck me! Please, please, please!!” I cried over and over as He pounded into me.
The other thumb slipped in and stretched my tightness. I felt the ache change, consume, and my back arched, my ass slammed into His groin. My orgasm exploded as he stretched me with His cock and thrust His thumbs into my tight ass.
Wave after wave consumed me as He plunged forcefully into my wetness. I braced myself on my hands, feeling the tremors continue, but needing the hardness of His thick cock ever deeper.
I felt Him swell. “You feel so…damn…good.” I gritted between my teeth, my body still demanding more.
He thrust against me. Once. Twice, then He stayed pressed deep inside. I felt the pumping of His cum filling my….His pussy. I wiggled my ass against Him, tightening my muscles, feeling him shudder. Another thrust, His hands rubbing my ass, caressing my hips and waist.
We eased down, His weight blanketing me in warmth, His cock still inside, little pulses from deep within me, reminding me of the powerful orgasm shared with Him.
How wonderful it is to be owned.
Rolling over and hugging my pillow against my satisfied body, I fell asleep with a smile of contentment following me into my dreams.
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Relax!
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Posted:Feb 3, 2006 9:01 pm
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2008 7:34 am 19553 Views
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Lay back and enjoy what's to come.
I'll tie you down and ride you numb.
Your body's mine to do with as I will,
so I'll carress your sacs until they fill.
In the heat of passion, I'll use my nails
and on your back will be the sight of trails.
Close your eyes and hold on tight,
because I've got you all damn night.
If you think I'm done, don't hold your breath.
When I am, you'll have died a thousand deaths.
You're mine until the morning light,
so I'll straddle you until there's no fight.
The jewels you've grown may well soon burst,
and - maybe - that shall quench My thirst.
I'll carress your body to a quiver -
I'll make you shake - I'll make you shiver.
I demand your body - I'll steal your soul.
I can make you half...or make you whole.
...Remember Me when you awaken;
Your back will show you weren't mistaken.
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