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Update Have learned the hard lesson that not all that ones hearts desires is real. Also have learned that what I seek is a Mistress only, but one that enjoys men. I have submitted a profile picture and am waiting for approval. Some may recognize it. It was posted prior on a profile that I had to take down as that the one I was building a submissive relationship with was not the gender they were representing...Lesson LeanedIt is my hearts desire to be owned and used by the one that one day will call me hers and I will call Mistress. I expect the mistress that claims me to use me not only for her pleasure but also send me to service her favorite companions both male and femaleSo ... my search begins to find the Dominant Mistresstouse me as her property and will share me task me to serve thosethoseshe wishes.

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4/11/2011 8:56:30 AM

While I have yet to complete retelling the beginning of my time with Miss, that was a while ago and yes there are encounters here on CM. While I crave the face to face everyone here that is real... knows that it does all begin with the fantasy and the online connection here on CM. Recently ... real recently …yesterday in fact I was approached by a Mistress that peeked my interest as that she says she travels to SFO regularly and does visit the Monterey Peninsula when she does. Knowing the potential for face to face the playing online was almost inevitable.

Although we sorta danced about a bit both resisting due to the miscues that are prone here.Soon I found myself craving to submit to a new Mistress friend.  This encounter also awakened a desire that I had only fleetingly admitted to.  She is Black Goddess.  Soon she set before me a task to play with my cunt for the next four hours on the hour every hour but I did not have permission to cum till eight o’clock.  It had been a while since I had had a good orgasm … so I was by this time randy and game.  Below you will see the final report to last nights Mistress

 

Oh my Mistress…

You have no idea what it was like to have you disappear even before the clock struck eight. Even though I knew that you would not know I waited the three extra mins before the appointed hour. My cunt has been dripping for over four hours… the first two hours it was ok between the playing … although I did almost cum when the black woman stepped out of the stall. Oh God…

 

The last two hours however I have been counting the seconds pass by before I could get to my cunt again. Adding the vibrator was almost too much. Finger fucking and forcing the vib between my lips drove me to the edge. My nipples were aching by the time eight o’clock struck even though I had not touched them in the past hours.

After waiting the three mins… I pushed the head of my vib into my panty clad cunt… pushing the material deep into my cunt. As the material captured my clit… I started to buzz… not wanting to cum to cheaply I pulled back and using the vib slipped the material aside and pushed it deep into my cunt… I keep pushing and fought against the vib so that I could feel every inch and nub as I filled my gaping hole. I pushed it deep (It’s a 12 incher) and when it hit bottom only two inches were sticking out of my cunt… I pulled the panties back over my mound and hiked them up over my hips to hold that tool in my gaping cunt.

 

Bearing down I clenched hard on that vibrating rod… OMFUCKINGGOD… it feels so grand. Sweat was pouring of me… and my nipples were rock hard. MY NIPPLES… you never said I couldn’t use my fingers on my nipples… I did tell you how sensitive they are… so with both hands I started pulling on my gorged nipples even pulling one up to my mouth so I could suck and bite the rock hard buds…

 

Just then… I CAME…. not just a little tingle but came hard and long and from the bottom of my toes to the top of my head. I started tugging my panties to rock the vib in my cunt… and then one hand twisting my nipple as I continued to cum… my panting and grunting if I had roommates would have disturbed them.

 

As I started to come down … I realized how sweaty I was… and just when I thought I would laps into that bliss of afterglow I realized that you said I was to cum twice…

I knew after cumming as I did it would take some extra effort. That is when I flipped over on my stomach and scooted down to the edge and corner of the bed… by pressing my cunt into the corner of the bed I started to hump the buzzing vibrator in my cunt. God it hurt good when it would hit bottom…. I reached for a towel and putting it under my breast I started to rub my nipples on the ruff side of the towel… oh that felt nice…

 

How I managed it I don’t know but with my ass in the air humping the bed I reached back and started to finger my ass… I normally don’t crave to invade my ass but it seemed that it was the only way that cumming again was going to happen. So with the cunt juice that had run down my crack I started a slow teasing of my ass hole. Soon I was pushing my finger up my ass… OMG it all felt so fucking good…

 

I continued to finger fuck myself in the ass abuse my nipples and hump my bed for how long I could not tell. It seemed forever but it felt so good. I begin to feel my orgasm building…. And not wanting a cheap one I slowed down a bit and let it slip away just  a bit. It felt so good to be getting fucked and abused and used… there was only one thing that would have made it better. Having a mistress watching and directing the action.

 

As soon as I had that thought there was no holding back … I humped harder, mashed my nipples roughly into the rough cloth and plunged my not one but two fingers into my ass… and CAME… Grunting and Humping like the Slut Cunt Bitch and yes a whore that I am. Your white cunt slut whore bitch tonight.


3/22/2011 12:10:14 PM

Did I mention?

 

How fucking horny I was that night.  I was almost desperate to find someone to fuck.  My God (again maybe it is Goddess!) I needed to cum.  After having searched the net to find someplace to go and rejecting place after place… and no “The Lodge” just wouldn’t do, I had no business going there tonight; I had a flash of inspiration coupled with desperation.  I got onto Hiway One and headed south.  Just short of the crossroads I got on to Carmel Valley road and headed up the valley.  Country is kinda a misnomer but the Valley is more rural than Monterey and more apt to be safer for me than heading north or east.  After all I wanted to get fucked not raped or worse. 

 

Carmel Valley is quite a mixed area.  There are multi-million dollar “Ranches” side by side real working ranches, side by side modest homes on a bit of land, side by side shacks in desperate need of fixing up. Even with the differences of income and lifestyle there is a common acceptance that folks just like living in the Valley and the issue of how much anyone has or makes just doesn’t come up.  Of course there amazingly wonderful restaurants with lounges out in the valley but that was not where I was heading. Of course considering how I was dressed I wouldn’t even get a seat at the bar no matter how dead they were...  I set my sights on a local eatery where I knew if I was going to find anyone to take care of my needs it would be there.  I had been to the Running Iron once a long time back and it was just the type of bar / eatery that a slut on the prowl like me would … while not encouraged would at least not get kicked out.  And I knew that of all the places out in the valley this would be the one that might just have that Hot Cowboy, Carpenter, or for that matter the refined moneyed stud that just wanted to fuck the new slut in town.

 

The drive out to the Mid Valley would take about a half hour.  Just enough time to begin to doubt what the fuck I was doing.  20 mins into the drive I panicked and pulled over, stopped and just stared… stared out the windshield.  What the fuck was I doing? And Just why was I on such a fucking tear to go fuck any stranger that I could lay my fucking hands on… and just why was I in such a god damn fucking horny state ?.  As I stared… my mind was reeling.  What had happened these past few months that now the mire thought of Miss… my knees splayed open … like now.  I had always known that I was a submissive… and while not easy … not difficult either.  And while I had fucked and sucked and kissed my share of boyfriends and girlfriends over the years… what was it about now that I was always in want and willing to do anything to please. Why had this absence of Miss driven me almost completely out of control? The answer came in the memory of a whisper… a whisper of my name.  Oh my Goddess.

 

Just at that moment I realized that a car had pulled up behind me and a local Deputy Sheriff was walking up to the driver side window.  Shaken from my memories of the whisper of my name I rolled down the window and greeted the officer.  “Hello Officer… is there something wrong?”  “Hello Miss… (Did he have to call me that?) I’ve driven by a couple of times and you seemed that you might be in need of assistance”.  OMG how long had I been staring out the window… I didn’t even notice a black and white roll by certainty not more than once, nor did I notice him pull in behind.  I found myself staring into the most piercing blue eyes of one of the most handsome men I had ever seen (or was it the state I was in).  As I turned crimsoned red from head to toe thinking about how I was dressed, how I was sitting, and I am sure the aroma of my scent was wafting from the car, it was all I could do to answer the Deputy.  I stammered that I was a bit fearful that I was lost… and that I had been looking for a place a girl friend had suggested,  I continued that I was trying to call her but there was no reception for my cell.  When I mentioned the Running Iron… he smiled and assured me that that I was not lost but had just not driven far enough.  His smile made me melt… and quickly I remembered my mission for the evening. The officer asked again “You’re sure your all right … then Miss…” again I assured him I was fine.  He smiled and then turned and headed back to his cruiser.  I watched him walk back to his car and thought… “Oh my I’d do him in a minute…”  It was at that moment that I realized that my fingers were stroking my clit… and that my hand had been on my Cunt the entire time I had been talking to the Deputy. 

 

Did I mention how fucking horny I was that night ?


2/24/2011 9:55:29 AM

Five days of waiting…

 

Five days can either be an instant of time or a lifetime of the slow crawl of the second hand.  Those five days between my last contact with Miss and the potential life changing appointment with the future were both.  There were moments that five days seemed to be a life time away.  And then there were those moments where five days did not seem to be anywhere near enough time to come to grips with what seemed to be a waiting for me.  How could I possible get ready in time and in the same instant praying time would speed up and force the decision?  While there were moments, they were few, where the appointment at the bar at the Lodge at Pebble was not on my mind.  I would be going about my regular day and then the thought of what might lay in store for me came crashing down.  It didn’t help that I was completely left to my own devices.  There were no phone calls from Miss, No emailed instructions, no chat; she even deactivated her profile on CM.  It was almost as if she was never there.  But she was. She was still in my soul whispering my name and expressing her desires.  Desires that I still desperately wanted to fulfill.  At least I thought that I did.  Or did I?  OH MY GOD (or was it Goddess) what was I going to do.  Five Days is such a fucking long short time. 

 

I tried to go about my days (a girls gotta eat).  Tried not to think about things.  And then found myself shopping for a new dress.  When I realized what I was doing I nearly ran from Macy’s.  That was Tuesday.  On Wednesday, I went back to one of the Hotels where I had dropped off a package for Miss a couple of weeks before.  I thought I might be able to get a bit more information about Miss even just hint as to who she was.  I approached the consignor who I was sure would recognize me.  After all that was one of the days that I was dressed just a bit inappropriately (Tight sweater with no bra, and tight shorts) While I was sure that the woman had to recognize me, you would have thought that I had just gotten off the bus that afternoon.  The woman was very nice but made if painfully clear that she DID NOT remember me nor have any recollection of any package that I had dropped off only ten days before.  With a very polite hard stare and asking if there was anything else she could help me with she turned and went back to her computer. Not at all the reception I had received before but apparently the one that I was to receive that day. 

 

Wednesday night I was in absolute turmoil.  Not only turmoil but so FUCKING GOD DAMN HORNY I thought I was going to explode.  On a whim of inspiration I decided to head out to the bar and see what was happening.  I rushed to my closet and began franticly flipping through my clothes and with little conscious though, pulled together an outfit to go out it.  I rushed into the bathroom and threw on my make up (something I don’t put much time into anyway) and headed for the door.  It was only when I glanced in the mirror that I took stock of how I looked.  If there was ever a woman that was broadcasting that she wanted to fuck … It was me.  What a slut… OH SCREW IT, tonight that is exactly what I was and I didn’t care. 

Now I don’t know what it is like in you part of the world.  But Wednesdays are not exactly a happening bar scene night in Monterey.  As I was heading out the door I thought that although it was my FUCKING need that I was caving to maybe one of my GF’s would join me.  I was dialing as I was walking to the car.  It is real hard to not sound desperate when you’re trying to convince someone that nothing is “Wrong” and that you just thought about going out for drinks … on a Wednesday night… in a town that is not known for any real night life.  Since I swore that I was not in crisis (I wasn’t was I ?) after getting three really reasonable reasons why the GF’s I called couldn’t bolt and join me that night (how about Friday?....Ah …. I’ll get back to you on that) I realized that I was on my own to make the evening what it was going to be all by myself.

 

As I was pulling out the parking lot and on instinct turned and headed toward mine and my GF’s favorite places to go to get a drink … it hit me.  That tonight I really couldn’t head to any of my known haunts.  Not with what was driving me to go out tonight.  Although it is ok to hook up … I really wasn’t looking for know anyone.  Tonight I was going off the radar.  And then the panic hit.  Where the hell was I going to go?  And FUCK IT ALL, all I really wanted to was to get FUCKING laid (or at least I thought I did).  I was at such a loss I just pulled over and stopped the car.  Where the fuck was I going to go?  Or better yet where was I going to go to get fucked?   

 

Absent mindlessly I pulled out my Iphone and started surfing to find a place to go.  I found myself rejecting place after place.  Either too dull or too close to home.  As I was surfing “The Lodge” popped up in my search.  I just stopped and stared at the listing.  Two days from now would I be sitting there?  As I stared at the listing I became real aware of how I was dressed and more importantly how I was sitting.  I was dressed like a slut bimbo on the prowl … with her knees 16 inches apart and even though I didn’t think about it at the time not wearing any panties.  I adjusted the rear view mirror to check my makeup, and the image staring back at me confirmed that there was no doubt that I was a slut that was made for only one thing and an easy one at that.  In and instant I knew where I was heading to see if a slut like me could get laid on a Wednesday night. 


2/11/2011 1:43:51 PM

It has been way to long since I have posted an update here.  Some might assume that nothing new has occurred since my last posting.  Nothing could be further from the truth. There have been many that I have met here and many of you that I have enjoyed a tryst or two with.  But there is one here that holds a special place in my heart, soul or maybe it is my Cunt.  (I’ve been told recently that Submissive don’t have pussys they have cunts.).  For those of you that don’t know where Monterey is … it is on the Central Coast of California and right next to the gated community of Pebble Beach.  If Pebble Beach does not ring a bell then you absolutely know nothing of the game of Golf.  Within the gated community of Pebble Beach we have several world class Golf Course… the most notable the namesake Pebble Beach or as most know it Pebble.

 Why would I be telling you about Golf on a BDSM site.  Well Golf and in particular the AT & T Tournament is what brought me and a special Mistress together. 

It all started innocently enough with a message here on CM.  Miss asked if I was in fact on the Monterrey Peninsula.  When I assured her that I was… and after she asked some probing questions that only a local would know she then started to ask about me.  I thought that the order of inquiry was a bit odd although soon enough it was clear that she was yes looking for a special “girl” and that it was going to be all about her Dominance and my submission.  Our chats and my flirting and her seduction went on for  weeks.  While things always were sexually charged.  Miss seduced me slowly and carefully.  It got to the point if I did not get several emails from her that I would become somewhat frantic.  Miss would often ask me to run by this shop and pick up a package.  Then she would have me deliver it to one of the Hotels.  Or she would have me call one of the restaurants and check on potential banquet facilities.   I found it strange that I was gleefully willing to do these silly errands, but knew that it was due to the powerful command… and that by now she had seduced me to the point that I was willing to do anything.  It was also strange as that the Sexual aspect was rarely overt but often covert.  Miss would always inquire about my attire and often would make changes in how I was dressed. Her changes were always specific.  Wear upscale sports attire,  wear a 3 ½ inch heels with a above the knees skirt.  Wear a sweater with no bra, Wear a low cut blouse with large ear rings. Put my hair in a pony tail and wear a cap.  The changes were always specific and seemed either absolutely appropriate for the errand or just a bit off. 

My reward for running these errands on occasion was being allowed to cum.  But not allowed to cum in the privacy of my bedroom but almost always…when I was out and about.  Miss seemed to know exactly when I had completed the task for the day and would call me.  We would chat about my day, if I had been able to do what she had asked about and of course where I was and if I was sitting the way she had instructed me to. 

Early on in her seduction Miss had made it clear that I was never to be in her presence either on the phone, via chat, reading her emails or if the time should ever come in person and have my knees any closer than twelve inches.  And if it was feasible to have them at 16.  Funny thing is I can only think of one time that I was not able or willing to move them to 16 inches and that was due to the pencil skirt I was wearing at her command.  Miss called while I was driving… and it was all I could do to stretch to 10.  She seemed to realize something was amiss, and asked if something was wrong.  I said that my skirt was so tight that my knees were less than 12 inches apart.  Miss only asked what I was going to do to rectify the situation.  I said that I was driving and that again the skirt was too tight.  She only answered… so ?.  Without another word I pulled over… asked her to hang on…un buckled and unzipped the skirt so I could pull it up over my hips.  And then said… OK.  Miss asked if I was sitting properly and I said I was.  She made no further inquiry about how I had accomplished the task but from all the noise I am sure she knew what I had had to do.  So we chatted with my knees 16 inches apart, my skirt hike up over my hips and my panties beginning to get soaked. All the while I was pulled over to the side of the street with cars driving by.  So far Miss had not even suggested anything sexual.  The conversation was winding down and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to get any relief but knew better than to say anything.  Miss was almost ready to hang up… when she got real quiet and … then whispered my name… “Alexia… what is the one thing that you want more than anything else in the world right now…”  While my cunt and body was screaming at me that I really wanted to CUM… No Needed to Cum… I thought for a moment … and knew that what I wanted more than anything in the world right now was to please her.  “Miss”… “what I want more than anything in the world is to please you”. 

There was a long … very long silence and then Miss

Alexia… would you do anything to please me ?

Yes Miss…

Alexia, I want you to think about this real hard… and do not give me an Answer right away..  Alexia you are very special to me and you do please me and I enjoy knowing that you are willing to do what I ask.  Alexia, It would please me to have you as mine… mine to own, to use and to share.  Mine to show case or hide away, mine to take care of as a treasure or mine to use or abuse as I see fit.  In other words you would become my property.

Her words took my breath away… It seemed that is what I wanted… but the way she said it made it seem so real.  Scared and Excited all at the same time.

Then she said that I was to think about it for the next five days.  It was Monday.  And if I was willing to truly submit then she would accept my answer on Friday.  That is when she told me that if my answer was yes I was to be seated at the bar at The Lodge at exactly 7:35.  I was told to wear an appropriate cocktail dress and no panties. 

Miss then whispered my name again… “Alexia… you are very special to me”… and with that she hung up

Five days can be a very long time


11/16/2009 8:03:33 AM
While my search cintinues... below is a recap of a recent encounter with a Mistress. 

Dear Mistress ......,

 

I have been rushing through my morning wanting to get to my assignment as soon as I could.  As soon as you asked if I had any shinny garments I knew what I would choose to wear for the first time with you.  Even, if the first time is only with your imaginary eyes upon me.   My favorite color in the world is Cobalt Blue.  Once while shopping at the local lingerie shop I spotted a Cobalt Blue outfit that I just had to have.  It is my favorite.

It is a three-piece outfit.  First is a cami, and then tap pants and the surprise is the V-String panties.  All the edges are trimmed with a bit of black lace.  When I wear the outfit I feel beautiful and sexy.  

 

I have not put it on for quite some time, as there has been no one special that I wanted to wear it for.  Today, I knew I wanted to wear it for you, and in a secret way I wanted to wear it for me.  I have never really looked at myself closely in the mirror.  At least not in the manner that you wished me to today.  The thought of dressing in my pretty finery and then caressing myself all the while watching what you would see kept me excited all morning.  I wanted to do this for you Mistress.  How did you know ?.

 

This morning I took the outfit out and lay on the bed.  Even knowing that it would be several hours before I could dress for you.  Just the act of laying it out had me wet with want.  I found my thoughts flitting back to the image if it waiting for me to come home and get dressed for you… (me ?).

 

When the time came I was actually scared.  Silly I know.  Scared of what.  Scared that I would soon be going upstairs getting on my favorite sexy outfit all because a Mistress… My Mistress ??? Told me to.  I didn’t think that could be the case but I become even wetter. 

 

Once upstairs I first went to the bathroom.  I knew that I needed to really freshen up.  I wanted to be completely fresh for my Mistress.  I had not really done much with the makeup for the morning and that too had to be right.  I stripped out of all my morning clothes and toyed with the thought of a shower.  I decided against it.  I knew that a long hot shower would distract me and that a washcloth in front of the mirror would be better.

I cleaned myself with detail.  Scrubbed my face.  Watched every stroke and paid special attention to all the areas of my body that a Mistress might care to inspect.  Although it was difficult my pussy was washed with special care.  Almost a losing battle I was so wet.

 

Then the makeup. I have never been much for wearing lots of makeup.  So I kept it simple.  Just a touch of blush and the detailing the eyes.  I spent quite a bit of time on my eyes.  I wanted to make sure that when I … you … looked into them that my soul and desire could be seen.  The lips I did want to the mouth to be alluring.  Maybe one day my lips might please my mistress.  I have a smoky red color that really looks good. 

 

While I was putting on my makeup and staring deep into my eyes I thought what the heck am I doing.  And why am I getting wet again ?.  It’s not like I have not masturbated and cum before.  Why was this different? … I also realized that I had not thought about shoes.  If it were just my effort and Cumming I would not have to worry about shoes.

But I was not dressing for me now was I ?.  No I wasn’t I was dressing for you Mistress ....... 

 

I don’t have a lot of heels but knew that the blue ones with the 4 inch heels would have to do.   Wasn’t sure about the look… since there would be no stockings but knew standing and caressing would be all that much more intense in heels.  ( I was right as I was about to find out)

 

When I went back to the bedroom I avoided looking in the mirror.  I didn’t want to see myself until I was dress as I was dressing for you Mistress.  I do have a floor length mirror in the room and knew I would be standing before it soon.  I kept my back to the mirror and started to get dressed.  Each item was put on with care.  Amazing how long it can take to get dressed even with only three pieces.  Why was that … was it care or avoidance.  Both I guess.  I was scared to turn around.  What would I / You see..  The heels were the last to be slipped on.  I almost could not stand.  Wet again and the knees buckling.  Time to turn… time to see…

 

Mistress, you said I was pretty, do you think so.  I tried so hard to be pretty for you.  I looked hard to see if I was pretty.  Do you like my outfit Mistress.  I hope so.  I like it.

I feel so sexy in it.  It is such a deep Blue I love the color.  I like the way it hangs on my breasts.  (OMG… my nipples are making dents in the material…) running my hand over my breast I can feel the heat and the satin feels so good over my hard nipples.  I don’t normally get hard with out really playing with them.  The Satin feels so… good.  Round and round my hands swirls about my chest.  I keep watching.  It is almost like a dream.  That can’t be me that is in the mirror. 

 

My hand roam all of my body and even find my face…even though my eyes shouldn’t they close as I gently stroke my cheeks and brush past my lips.  As my hand roam further enjoying the satin of the outfit the find my ass.  It feels good to rub and squeeze my cheeks.  I watch and my hip move forward to find what is not there another body to crush my pussy against as my caresses of my ass continue.  It is strange to watch my body react. React and respond more dramatically than it does just by myself… although I am.

Why ?

 

My hips keep searching for something.   I can feel the v-string sliding between my lips.  Still I have not yet dared touch my pussy and clit.  I know that the instant that I do I will explode.  I do dare trail my fingers and hand near my mound.  Lightly through the tap pants.  Each time I come near my hips buck almost with no control almost as if my hand and hips are not of the same person.  I know want to delay and enjoy more.  I look so so…sexy.  Perched on my heels and my hands roaming all about my outfit enjoying the satin and feel.  I know I could come almost on command.  I feel the first drip of moisture slip past the panites… OH MY GOD I AM WET… And I want to CUM…

 

How long can I keep this up I wish that you were here mistress to give me permission to Cum as yours to command.  One more look in the mirror as my hand slides near my v and the answer come immediately.  One hand flies to my nipple as the other slides down my pants past the bit of my panties and onto my clit and past.  As much as I would have hoped to play or thought that I might.  The orgasm is instant and hard… I watch my hand as it disappeared into my pants but that is last I see as my eyes slam shut and my body take over shaking with the bubble in the veins.  OH MY GOD… I have not cum that hard in months.

 

Thank you Mistress ......

 

 

 

 

 

 


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