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We are a couple in a D/s relationship looking for friends to hang with, go to events and possibly play once we get to know you. I am a Dominant, straight male and she is a bisexual, submissive female (although she has expressed a curiosity to top a woman/women). We are new to the LA kink scene and are just starting to explore and venture out. We are always interested in meeting new, interesting people. Feel free to message us about anything. Also, I'm an avid writer. Check out the short stories in my journal. Thanks, -ArcherX

5/4/2012 11:01:22 AM       Domina   She pulled the shiny, black thigh-high leather boot on over her leg and zipped it up. She had just purchased them that morning and as she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked in them. Turning her body this way and that she assessed the image in front of her. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination. The tight black leather corset ran from her mid-drift to the bottom of her breasts, cupping and lifting them beautifully. The leather panties were adorned with small metal loops with chains running between each one. She ran her hands down the silhouette of her body slowly. The mere feel of the leather against her body and the knowledge of what was to come were enough to wet her pussy. This wasn’t her. This woman standing in the mirror. She wasn’t like this. At least, she didn’t think so until now. Before today she had been shy. Her husband had even picked on her about it. Oh, he had tried to break her out of her shell. He bought handcuffs and rope and tied her to the bed. A collar and lead, gags, and other seemingly fun toys. But nothing seemed to work. She would try and play along for him but she couldn’t let herself completely go. And that is why he challenged her. He told her that for one night he would let her be in control. Let her decide what to do. He would be her slave and she his Mistress. The rules were simple. He would not help her in any way and he would not speak unless told to. Putting her in charge would force her to explore he thought. Find out what turns her on. What gets her wet. And so far, it was working, she thought to herself. She picked up the riding crop that she had sitting on the counter and slapped it into her hand. The quick sting hurt slightly and jumped her back into the reality of what she was about to do. Her hands trembled nervously. She closed her eyes, wondering for a moment if she could do this. No, she had to be strong. It was too late. She had come too far to turn back now. She took the crop and snapped it against her thigh. The pain ran up and down her leg for a second and then dissipated. She opened her eyes and looked into her reflection once more. The image she saw now was of a strong confident woman. One that was going to take what she wanted and feel all the pleasures that she had thus far been to scared to explore.   Her hand grasped the door knob of the guest bedroom. Goose-bumps spread across her skin. She forced her wrist to turn and the door swung open with a creak. The room was pitch black except for the few candles she had lit earlier when she was “preparing him”. As her eyes adjusted she began to make out his naked form in the center of the room. Exactly where she had left him an hour before. His muscular body looked even better in the flickering candle light than normal. It accentuated every hard line and ripple in his arms and chest and abs. She was always fond of staring at him. She could sit for hours after making love and just take in his beautiful naked form. The room was hot and sweat dripped down his body, making it glisten wonderfully. A leather blindfold covered his eyes. Making it impossible to tell what was coming next. And a collar was clasped around his neck. A small heart-shaped lock hung from the metal ring in the front and a chain dangled down across his chest. It was the same one he had gotten for her. She figured it was due payback. Circling him like a lioness examining her fresh kill she dragged the tip of the riding crop across his skin. His stomach, arms, back and then down to his hands which were handcuffed together behind him. The tip of the crop found its was down to his toned bottom. And with a snap she flicked the tip hard on his skin. He gritted his teeth but didn’t make a sound. That wouldn’t do, she thought to herself. She remembered when she was in his position. How he had spanked her bare ass with his palm repeatedly until she screamed out loud. No, this wouldn’t do. She was going to return the favor. She was going to make him feel what it was like to submit to someone. Just like she had felt. Once more she brought the leather crop down on him with a loud “Smack”! This time even harder. He didn’t have a choice this time but to react. He lurched forward slightly and let out a slight grimace. Better, she thought. An evil smile grew on her face. Pleased with herself. She was beginning to really enjoy this new part of her. Still slightly afraid to let her free, but the feeling was intoxicating. Like a drug she wanted to feel it again. The power.   Sitting down in the chair she had placed in front of him, she leaned over and spoke in the strictest voice she could  come up with. “Enjoying yourself, baby?” Her finger traced across his jaw-line as he answered her. “Yes”. She gave him a slight smack across the cheek. “Yes, Mistress”, she corrected. His lips curled up into a smile briefly. Enjoying the fact that she was finally getting into it. The smile disappeared quickly as he answered, “Yes, Mistress”. She was being too soft, she thought to herself. He wasn’t her husband tonight. He wasn’t her “baby”. He was her slave. And she needed to take control and remind him of that. “Your mine tonight, slave. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress”, he replied quickly. She continued, “Your body isn’t yours any more. It’s mine” As she spoke she began rubbing her hands across his naked skin. “Your mouth, your chest…” Her hands drew lower. “Your cock”. With that she took a hold of him tightly. He leaned forward under her grasp. He was already rock hard in her hands. She wanted so badly to just feel it inside of her, but she fought the urge. She needed to play more first. To explore this powerful woman she had kept dormant. She pulled him in closer to her. Her lips inches from his. Her hand stroked his cock below as she whispered. “I’m going to make you beg for release.” Something he had said to her once before. When he had her bound and tied to the bed. He had tortured her for what seemed like hours. Bringing her to the brink of sweet release and then stopping, just to do it all over again. Now it was his turn.   She leaned back into the chair and crossed her legs in front of her. The tip of her boot came up under his chin and raised his head to her. “I want you to kiss my boots, slave”. He obeyed without hesitation. His lips kissed across the shiny black leather of her boot as she watched him obey her command. She ran the riding crop across his strong shoulders. His mouth wandered higher up her leg. Kissing across her calf and up to the top of the boot around her lower thighs. She could feel her pussy getting wetter as his mouth moved up and up. Her hips began slowly inching forward ready to accept his mouth against her. Unfastening the strings around her hips her panties dropped onto the chair. Leaving her smooth, shaved pussy exposed. Reaching down she took a hold of the chain attached to his collar and pulled his face between her thighs. His mouth worked ravenously as if overcome by an insatiable apatite. She moaned loudly. Allowing herself to fully enjoy the moment like she had never been able to do before. The orgasm welled up inside of her like a burning fire growing stronger. His tongue rubbed against her clit and moved in and out of her pussy lips. Her wetness grew and washed over his mouth and face. It didn’t matter to him. He wanted more of her. He needed more of her. His mouth worked harder and faster as her body began to quiver. The fire between her legs grew hotter and stronger until finally exploding to the surface. She pulled tighter on his chain, drawing him in tighter against her throbbing pussy. Her thighs clamped down on his head, holding him in place as if he were going to suddenly pull away. She screamed louder than she had ever before. Her hips bucked against his wet face.. Her breasts heaved beautifully up and down as she tried to gasp for air.   Still caught in the moment she loosened her grip and threw him to the ground. His back hit the ground hard, unable to use his hands to break the fall. He rolled around this way and that, trying to get into a better position but she was already on top of him. She loomed over him on all fours, still breathing heavily. And in a ravenous voice she spoke. “That was good, slave. That was very, very good.” Her hand reached between her legs and grabbed a hold of his throbbing cock. “And now you get your reward.” She began stroking him off vigorously. Harder and faster. His mouth opened and his hips rose to meet her hand. She could tell that he was close to cumming. But she had one last trick before that was allowed. She leaned over and in an evil voice whispered in his ear, “Beg for it”. This was another thing she had heard before and was happy to return the favor to him. She remembered having to beg like an animal for it. Now it was his turn. His cock felt like it was about to explode in her hand but no response. She gave it a quick smack with her hand. He grimaced. She repeated, “Beg for it, slave”. He managed to choke the words out, “Please Mistress”. This wasn’t enough for her. She gave his cock another smack. “Please, what”, she growled? He gritted his teeth and begged, “Please, Mistress. May I cum?” Looming over him she answered, “Yes you may”. Her hand began working once again on his rock hard cock. Stroking it hard. And as his body tensed and his hips rose again against her hand he cried aloud into the room. The hot cum shot out of him and across them both. Her hand didn’t stop stroking until every last drop had been released. His body collapsed, unable to move.   She leaned up and kissed him fully on the lips. Her tongue going deep inside his mouth. In almost an erotic moan she spoke to him. “Rest up, honey. I’ll be back again soon for more.” And with that she stood up, walked out and closed the door behind her. Leaving him there in the dark. And even as he laid there helpless on the ground, his hands cuffed behind him and the blindfold still over his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile.

5/4/2012 10:58:10 AM       Remote Control   It had been a long, hard week at the office and she was glad it was Friday. Throwing her keys on the counter she searched the apartment for her boyfriend. She was ready to let off some steam and he had better be ready for it, she thought mischievously to herself. But he was nowhere to be found. Sighing deeply in disappointment she stepped into the kitchen for a glass of wine. At least she could relax with a drink and a nice bubble bath before he got home. The thought of the warm, soapy water against her skin brought a smile to her face. She grabbed a bottle of her favorite merlot and a glass. But before she could pour her first drink her phone chimed. A text message. Please God, don’t let it be work, she begged. Looking down at the screen she saw that it was an unknown number. The message read: “The front door”. How strange, she thought. Probably a wrong number. She set the phone down on the counter and poured her glass of wine. But she couldn’t stop thinking about the text. She looked down at her phone and stared for a moment. As if it was going to give her some clue or answer. Biting her lower lip in contemplation she grabbed the phone again. “Who is this”, she texted back? A moment passed and her phone chimed again. “The front door”. Now she was really curious. She set down the glass of wine and hurried to the door. She could see no one through the peep-hole. Unlocking the bolt and twisting the knob she slowly opened the door. No one was there. Just a very small, ornate box sitting on the welcome matt. A scarlet red bow adorned the top and a tiny white envelope was slid under one of the ribbons.  She picked it up and shut the door.   Inside she removed the card and opened it. The hand written message read:   “A present for you. Enjoy   ​​​-X”   A twinge of excitement ran up her spine as she opened the box. Inside was a small, pink plastic egg. She had seen one of these before at the adult store. It was some kind of vibrator but this one had no “On” or “Off” switches. Strange. She took out her phone again and texted; “I opened the package. Now who is this? A moment later her phone chimed. The text read; “Put on something sexy and go to the bar on 5th and Essex. Be there in one hour. Don’t forget the present I gave you.”   She stared at the message for a long moment. Not sure what to do. She was a little scared but excited at the same time. Was this her boyfriend playing a trick on her? Or was it someone else? Someone she knew maybe? Looking down at the pink device in the box she suddenly got a twinge of excitement between her legs. Biting her lower lip she struggled with what to do.   One hour later she was stepping out of a taxi on 5th and Essex. The short, tight red dress clung to her form as she moved. She loved this dress. It showed off her toned legs and wonderful cleavage perfectly. She’d wear this any time she was feeling particularly mischievous. Or if she wanted to really tease her boyfriend. Show him as much skin as possible and make him wait for it all night. Like something through a window that you could see but couldn’t have. At least not until she wanted him to have it. Laughing to herself she walked down the sidewalk to the bar. Her stiletto heels clicking against the pavement as he moved. She was only about a block away when she heard the distinctive sound of her phone chiming once again. Removing her phone from her purse she read the screen. “Stop”. She was confused but she froze in place. Another chime. “Put it in before you go inside”. Her eyes scanned the streets to try and see if the person was watching her. Surely he had to be close by to know where she was. Too many people though. Men, women, couples, people walking their dogs strolled up and down the sidewalk. There would be no way to tell who it was. Plus, the outfit she was wearing drew attention in itself. Naturally men were looking in her direction. Fine, she thought, I’ll play your game. She saw a nearby ally that seemed to be clear and rushed over. Once reasonably safe around the corner she took out the egg and pulled up her dress. Sliding it in wasn’t a problem as she was already starting to get very wet. The plastic egg slipped between her soft lips. She could feel it stretching her pussy gently as she pushed it in. And with a final pleasurable slip it entered her fully. She couldn’t help but rub her fingers over her clit a few times before pulling her dress back down. She felt so dirty but it excited her too much to stop.   Entering the bar she once again scanned the room. No use. Half the bar was staring at her. Men and women. She sat down at the bar and took her phone back out. “I’m at the bar”, she texted. A moment later the phone chimed. “Order a drink”, it read. She smiled. Half frustrated and impatient and half excited. Waving the bartender over she took out her pocket book. The bartender was tall and handsome. He had on a black t-shirt that showed off his toned chest and arms. Naughtily she wished it would be him sending the texts. “What can I get you”, the bartender asked. But just as she opened her mouth to place her order the vibrator inside of her went off, sending a quick shock of pleasure up her body. She let out a soft involuntary gasp and her hand instinctively shot to her thighs. Then it was gone. “Miss”, the bartender broke in. “Are you okay?” She removed her hand from her legs and recomposed herself. “Yes, yes. I’m fine. Sorry. Don’t know what came over me. I’ll have a vodka martini, dirty. Thank you.”   The bartender went off and started to make her drink. Her eyes once again scanned the bar for any clues to who it was. Once again the vibe went off. This time for longer. She was prepared this time but still couldn’t help rubbing her thighs together to hold in the wonderful feeling. Her ass wiggled in her seat and her hand rested on her leg as if ready to dive between them at a seconds notice if needed. The feeling seemed to last forever. She could see the bartender walking back over to her with her drink and she prayed silently that it would stop before he reached her or she feared he would somehow know. And just as he set the glass down on the bar it stopped. “There you go miss”, he said politely, not showing any signs that he was aware of what had just happened.   She took down the drink hungrily and set the empty glass on the counter. Her phone chimed. “That was the first level. Shall we try the other’s? There are 4 more. I bet your panties are already soaked”, it read. This brought a look of worry to her face. If that was the lowest setting of this thing that she wasn’t going to be able to hid what was going on for much longer. She stepped down from the barstool to get away but the second her heel hit the floor the vibe jumped to life once again. This time it was a slightly more potent sensation. Instantly she raised back up onto the edge of the barstool. More for support than anything else. Her lips started to part but she caught herself and pulled them back together. A few men stared at her. She still couldn’t tell if it was because of the dress or the fact that she was acting quite peculiar at the moment.   The vibe stopped and the feeling subsided. The wave of pleasure lasted for a few seconds afterwards. Like an aftershock to an earthquake. Once again, she attempted to recompose herself. She stood up and started to head off to the ladies room but was cut off by a cocktail waitress. “Excuse me miss. But the gentleman over there asked me to get a drink for you on him”, she said. “What would you like?”   Looking across the room she couldn’t tell who the waitress was referring to. “Who asked you?” The waitress turned around and looked for the man. “I’m don’t see him anymore. But he paid me in cash for the drink if you still would like it”. Another chime. The text read. “That was level 2. Getting bored with this. Lets jump a few. I wanna see you squirm.” A look of panic washed over her face. She turned quickly to the waitress. “Consider it a ti…..”. The vibe went off inside of her. It shook and buzzed harder than it had before. She let out a squeal and gripped the wall. Trying to hold onto anything close by. Her legs started to buckle under her and her lips parted. The waitress looked at her concerned. “Are you okay?” Mustering all the strength she had she straightened up the best she could and choked out a reply. “I‘m fine, thank you.” But as soon as the waitress was gone she lost control again and started to hobble to the restrooms. Sweat started to drip down her skin as she fought the urge to moan aloud. The sensation between her legs was starting to become unbearable.   Her phone chimed. She burst through the doors of the ladies room and lock it behind her. She didn’t have time to look if anyone was inside she just didn’t want any more coming in. Looking down at her phone she saw the words she was dreading. “Level 5. Are you ready?” She threw down the phone and burst into one of the stalls just as the explosion hit her. The vibrator hummed and shook inside her pussy. Her entire body shook uncontrollably and as she collapsed onto the toilet seat. Her left hand gripped for anything it could to hold onto and her right pressed hard between her legs. A loud moan emanated from deep within her and echoed throughout the room. The moans quickly turned to screams of ecstasy as the orgasm welled up inside of her. Her thighs clinched together as if drawn by magnets. Her whole body convulsed and every muscle tightened as the feeling became too much and she screamed aloud. Head thrown back, mouth wide open and hips bucking as if her lover was right there fucking her with his rock hard cock.   The vibrator stopped and she collapsed further onto her seat. She was crying and panting at the same time. And as the world started to come back into focus and she slowly became aware of her surroundings, she noticed the pair of heels in the next stall. The woman didn’t move. She didn’t make a sound. Probably too embarrassed by what she just heard to do or say anything. A chime echoed through the room. She reached down on the floor and picked up her phone. It read, “Your welcome.   -X”