an assignment
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Posted:May 16, 2010 6:41 am
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As always when I am with You I had moved into the cocoon that enwraps me with feelings of safety and being loved and cherished and that wondrous knowledge that I am owned by You….I belong to One.. it is such a new delicious sensation that elicits shivers when I think about it.
The moment Your voice mentioned “instructions” my body became still …breathless …my nipples tightened..and my bud began to grow and throb…my juices began to seep from me … as You began to describe the things You would have me do I moaned softly …squirming as I moved closer to the edge of the precipice …but I had to wait …Your instructions were not for now …but for later …when I was out with over a thousand people at a formal banquet…people who knew nothing of my sexuality …who saw me as terribly straight laced and somewhat a feminist, the thought of the possibility of being caught only added to the breathless hunger You had ignited.
My instructions were that at some point over the evening I was to go into the washroom and masturbate to the point of orgasm BUT ….. NOT to do so …my bud was to be engorged with want and need ….but I was to compose myself and return to the table as if nothing had taken place!!!
As I prepared myself for the evening my very swollen bud was caressed by my swollen lips …with each step or movement my juices oozed from me running down my inner thighs …requiring me to clean myself on numerous occasions…each time I ran the warm soapy cloth over my hungry wanting pussy I was tempted to continue until I careened over the edge …but Your pleasure took presedence and I did not want You disappointed in my abilities to obey Your instructions.
My nipples were taut and erect ….the left nipple holding the ring out and apparent through the light material of my silky top ….the thong that I was wearing was already soaked as I walked out the door …I wondered how long I could keep from having a growing spot of wetness on the back of my skirt. I squirmed the whole ride to the hotel.
As I greeted my friends my thoughts were elsewhere …I was aware of every part of my body …hungry …needy …I wondered if my hunger was emitting a scent? Were others aware of this deep need ? Did my hunger show in my eyes, they often became glazed with desire …that soft gauzy place of the Netherworld showed in my eyes.
I wanted to run directly to the washroom and begin my assignment ..but that dark place inside of me that only You know wanted to prolong the sweet agony so I was seated at my table and attempted to smile and converse with the others at the table one of my friends mentioned that I seemed distracted and I merely laughed and squeezed my legs together over the large throbbing place between them.
Finally dinner was over and I knew there was going to be a bit of time before the speaker began, so I excused myself and half stumbled to the washroom …unable to walk properly as I was afraid the friction of my thighs would send me over the edge and I would fall to my knees emitting a deep dark growl of completion …that I would become a writhing beast on the floor …so I gingerly moved to the washroom …hoping the lights were low enough that the wetness on my skirt would not be visible .
The washroom was full as others were taking advantage of the break so I had to wait in line for the next available stall …I leaned against the wall …partly to hold myself up and partly to hide the wetness on my skirt…at last a stall was free and I entered it taking a deep breath …I sat on the toilet lifting my skirt around my waist exposing my wet wanting throbbing place ….covered only by the sopping strip of material from my thong placing one foot on either side of the narrow stall suddenly I wondered if I had locked the door …knowing what an inappropiate position I was in …but decided not to check …to leave it to chance ….I was too hungry and deep into the dark place to really care …
First I let my fingers softly run through the wetness ….knowing how close to the edge I was I had to be careful not to move too quickly or touch too hard …I brought my hand up and smelled the sweet scent of hunger and then slowly suckled the honey off my fingers …savouring each drop …almost as if it was Your sweet nectar ..I closed my eyes and imagined my mouth being filled with Your sweet sticky gift and moaned loudly…through the haze that was enveloping me I realized where I was so took deep breaths so as not to attract attention from others.
I took another deep breath and began to squeeze my huge bud …it was throbbing in my fingers …my honey was running down through the crevice and over the opening to my anus …my dark side wished that You were there to ravage me there to slam Your big fat hardness as deep as You could go ...to make me cry out ..while I squeezed as instructed …I danced on the edge …leaning over and seeing the ecstacy that awaited if I only allowed myself to tumble over …but Your face appeared in my mind and I did not want to see it covered with disappointment so I stopped ….it was almost as if my pussy cried out …needing release …I slowly lowered my legs breathing slowly and deeply as I did …attempting to recede from the brink …shaking and trembling with the effort …but knowing there would be a look of pleasure on Your face gave me a shiver of pleasure …
I cleaned myself the best I could and went and washed the scent of my hunger off my fingers …looking in the mirror I noticed the flush to my skin…the gleam in my eyes and smiled to myself …savouring who I was with You …that I would do what I had just done would not even have been thought of, never mind done …yet I had done so with eagerness …wanting and hunger … I had become not only a woman …but an owned woman …who would do as her Sir wished her to do …
The pleasure that coursed through me was complete.
I returned to my place at the table …in a small way I hoped that my table mates might guess and wonder at the changes that had come over my appearance …and I smiled that soft Mona Lisa smile the rest of the evening..
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Life
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Posted:May 14, 2010 8:15 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 6:49 am 85014 Views
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Your life is your garden. your thoughts are your seeds. If your life isn't awesome you are watering the weeds!!
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Strength
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Posted:May 13, 2010 7:47 am
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2010 4:20 am 65537 Views
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Strength allows gentleness and gentleness comes from true strength
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Beginnings and Endings
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Posted:Sep 22, 2009 6:17 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2013 12:16 pm 47029 Views
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Beginnings and endings ... the sweetness of a budding newness ..to inhale into one's being the rush of freshness and excitement ...it courses through your veins... pumps it's vitality into your spirit ... breathlessness ..anticipation ...eagerness to begin a new day..to experience all the wondrous explosions of joy that permeate your every fibre ...
Endings are more ruthless ...slamming into your heart ...bringing cold and darkness and such excrutiating pain ...it also makes you breathless, for at unexpected moments it wends it's way through your being and squeezes your heart ...leaving it still...cold and cracked ...til you gasp and finally it begins to beat again ...you see the sun but do not feel it's warmth ...look at the moon but no longer feel it's magic ... you walk through each day with a giant gaping hole in your being ...
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The Philospophy of Ambiguity
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Posted:Sep 21, 2009 2:07 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2017 7:40 pm 20498 Views
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1. DON'T SWEAT THE PETTY THINGS AND DON'T PET THE SWEATY THINGS.
2. ONE TEQUILA, TWO TEQUILA, THREE TEQUILA, FLOOR.....
3. ATHEISM IS A NON-PROPHET ORGANIZATION.
4. IF MAN EVOLVED FROM MONKEYS AND APES, WHY DO WE STILL HAVE MONKEYS AND APES?
5. THE MAIN REASON SANTA IS SO JOLLY IS BECAUSE HE KNOWS WHERE ALL THE BAD GIRLS LIVE.
6. I WENT TO A BOOKSTORE AND ASKED THE SALESWOMAN, "WHERE'S THE SELF-HELP SECTION?" SHE SAID IF SHE TOLD ME, IT WOULD DEFEAT THE PURPOSE.
7. WHAT IF THERE WERE NO HYPOTHETICAL QUESTIONS?
8. IF A DEAF PERSON SWEARS, DOES HIS MOTHER WASH HIS HANDS WITH SOAP?
9. IF SOMEONE WITH MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES THREATENS TO KILL HIMSELF, IS IT CONSIDERED A HOSTAGE SITUATION?
10. IS THERE ANOTHER WORD FOR SYNONYM?
11. WHERE DO FOREST RANGERS GO TO "GET AWAY FROM IT ALL?"
12. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU SEE AN ENDANGERED ANIMAL EATING AN ENDANGERED PLANT?
13. IF A PARSLEY FARMER IS SUED, CAN THEY GARNISH HIS WAGES?
14. WOULD A FLY WITHOUT WINGS BE CALLED A WALK?
15 WHY DO THEY LOCK GAS STATION BATHROOMS? ARE THEY AFRAID SOMEONE WILL CLEAN THEM?
16. IF A TURTLE DOESN'T HAVE A SHELL, IS HE HOMELESS OR NAKED?
17. CAN VEGETARIANS EAT ANIMAL CRACKERS?
18. IF THE POLICE ARREST A MIME, DO THEY TELL HIM HE HAS THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT?
19. WHY DO THEY PUT BRAILLE ON THE DRIVE-THROUGH BANK MACHINES?
20. HOW DO THEY GET DEER TO CROSS THE ROAD ONLY AT THOSE YELLOW ROAD SIGNS?
21. WHAT WAS THE BEST THING BEFORE SLICED BREAD?
22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT EGOTISTS: THEY DON'T TALK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE.
23. DOES THE LITTLE MERMAID WEAR AN ALGEBRA?
24. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO HAVE A CIVIL WAR?
25. IF ONE SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMER DROWNS, DO THE REST DROWN TOO?
26. IF YOU ATE BOTH PASTA AND ANTIPASTO, WOULD YOU STILL BE HUNGRY?
27. IF YOU TRY TO FAIL, AND SUCCEED, WHICH HAVE YOU DONE?
28. WHOSE CRUEL IDEA WAS IT FOR THE WORD "LISP" TO HAVE "S" IN IT?
29. WHY ARE HEMORRHOIDS CALLED "HEMORRHOIDS" INSTEAD OF "ASSTEROIDS"?
30. WHY IS IT CALLED TOURIST SEASON IF WE CAN'T SHOOT AT THEM?
31. WHY IS THERE AN EXPIRATION DATE ON SOUR CREAM?
32. IF YOU SPIN AN ORIENTAL MAN IN A CIRCLE THREE TIMES DOES HE BECOME DISORIENTED?
33. CAN AN ATHEIST GET INSURANCE AGAINST ACTS OF GOD? !
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The flight attendant
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Posted:Aug 21, 2009 5:57 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2010 10:38 pm 11949 Views
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The flight attendant
My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight
attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood
as he served us food and drinks. As the plane prepared to
descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us that
"Captain Marvey" has asked me to announce that he'll be
landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you
could just put your trays up, that would be super. On his trip
back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather
exotic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps
you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked
you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat
us on the ground." She calmly turned her head and said,
"In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders
from no one." To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied,
without missing a beat, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country
I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray-up, Bitch."
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The History of the Middle Finger
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Posted:Aug 21, 2009 4:08 am
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2009 7:40 pm 12020 Views
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Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future. This famous English longbow was made of the native English Yew tree and the act of drawing the longbow was known as "plucking the yew" (or "pluck yew").
Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, "See, we can still pluck yew!"
Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodentals fricative 'F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute. It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as "giving the bird."
And yew thought yew knew every plucking thing.
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Honour
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Posted:Aug 18, 2009 6:26 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2009 6:56 pm 11446 Views
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*smiles* ..I have just been given the honour of being Moderator of the D/s Playroom. It was one of the thriving groups shortly after I came to alt. Weomaster and I had a collaring ceremony there *touches my collar and smile*...W/we also attended a few others in that room. *laughing*..W/we had Trials and parties and a whole lot of fun. W/we also made some very good friends there ...so I hope that You will help me in resurrecting this room ...that Y/you will come and join U/us and hopefully Y/you will have some of the same wonderful experiences that have been had in the D/s Playroom
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Freedom from Boxes
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Posted:Aug 17, 2009 8:30 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2017 7:45 pm 12435 Views
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*Kicks the bottom out …throws open the lid …jumps out of box and stomp down the sides …disintegrating the box totally.
All the “definitions” of submissives …Doms …Tops …Bottoms …aaarrrgggghhh …I never fit into the boxes outside this BDSM world …and I still can’t and don’t want to fit into one now, here or in the outside world.
Each of U/us brings O/our life experiences with U/us. W/we view and act on things differently. Why or why can’t W/we allow others to just be?? Is it so important that we all be exactly the same? Seems to me that would be a terribly boring world..
So …I blow the horns …bang the drums …celebrate our differences …thank you all for being you!!
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