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	If this story excites you, then you might just be my type... You are sitting on the sofa with her. As ever she is laughing, but she promised, you distinctly heard her promise when she left last time. Has she remembered? Would it be impolite to remind her. You know it is not your place to ask, to remind her of anything, but you can’t bear the thought that she might just be playing with you. She may just have said it on the off chance as she was leaving, just to plant ideas in your head. The idea has not just been planted; it has taken root, you have watered it, given it sunlight and nurtured it. The acorn has been growing all week. It’s now a bloody great oak tree and blocking out most of the sun, it’s branches spreading right through your brain and out through your ears. She must remember that she promised, she said she would. It feels as if the roots have grown down into your stomach because it is churning; you have to fight not to fidget. She stops laughing and looks at you; intently; for a moment. Every atom of your being is trying to tell her “Please do it, please.” You know you cannot beg, she does not like begging, she kicked you the last time you begged her, not hard but hard enough to get the message across. So you cannot ask and you cannot beg and telephathy is clearly not working. You feel wretched and hopeful and desperate and aroused all at the same time. And then she stops and leans her head to one side. As if she heard your thoughts, loud and clear. She leans in, her mouth just open, lips just parted. You can see the warm wet pink of her tongue behind her small sharp teeth, all framed by lips so full and soft and deep red that they appear to be a world unto themselves. Time slows to almost nothing as you watch, her eyes half closed her chin tipped up to equalise your heights. You want to jump, to pounce like a tiger in ambush on those blood red lips. It’s been well over a month since you met her. A month of longing and waiting and hoping. A month which included one brazen outright request. “Please Miss, may I kiss you.” All she said was “No.” She gave no reason. She has explored almost every inch of your body, has probed and slapped and squeezed but never kissed. You struggle to remain in the moment, in the here and now, because you want to be fully present when it happens; when her lips actually make contact. You force yourself to breathe , to reamain conscious, not to drown in the vivid image approaching you. And then it happens, the last few atoms that separate her from you are extinguished and she is touching you, only just but it has happened. Her lips are on yours, her hands are caressing your neck. You dare not move. It might break the spell, she might change her mind, “Please God, don’t let her change her mind”. Inside your head sparks are flying, neruons are firing, your brain is almost overloaded as the pressure from her lips increases on yours. You cannot loose control now, she has not given permission for that, you have to exert all the power you have to stay soft, well not soft, not soft at all but not near the edge, not over it. She gently bites your lower lip, you shudder involuntarily as she increases the pressure and sucks. Her hand creeps up your back, you gasp as she digs her nails in, there is no sound as you have gasped into her mouth. She keeps her lips on yours as she drags her nails down, you silently scream into her. She seems to gain strength from your pain. You know tomorrow there will be marks, have to cancel swimming again, such a small price to pay. Her hands are tightening the caress is becoming something more, pressure both on your lips and your neck, either side of your windpipe. You can only just inhale through your nose, your mouth is hers, your lips are crushed by hers. You do not know if you are her lover or her victim and whether the distinction matters. The pressure increases and your head feels full to bursting with pleasure or is it pain or have the two just blurred into one completely new species. If she could just hold you here. You would give anything to remain in this special twilight world she is creating just for you between the conscious and oblivion. She is shaking and her lips tremble against yours as she shivers her hands remain, time still slows. The kiss may have lasted a minute or an hour, you do not know. All you know is you do not want it to end, you do not want her to let go to release you back into the wild, death would be the preferred option if you were given a choice. But she cannot hold on any longer, she releases her grip on you, her hands drop to your chest as her lips peel away from yours. Every one of your senses is screaming at the abrupt departure, you want to grab her hands and put them back, to beg even at risk of a blow. She looks down at her hands on your chest. They are wet with your tears. Are you an Alpha Male who is a cultured, local and solvent non-smoker, but also seeking to submit? If so, write to me. I will only reply if you send a clear face picture with your message and use the phrase "Literary Domme" in your message title. I will read your profile and if it is empty or poorly written you will not hear from me.

9/25/2011 7:30:27 AM

How does one persuade those who would waste one's time to cease and desist without resorting to rudeness? My response, a poem with a little little Dutch courage....

SUBLIME SUB

Let me now tell you who I seek

A man who's confident not meek

One who is alpha every day

(Although in private I hold sway)

Tall is required six foot at least

And certainly not an ugly beast

The gym I hope you will frequent

(And have the means to pay your rent)

Non smoking and non druggy too

Well educated so are you

Articulate with style and wit

In text talk I do not see fit

If you choose to reply to me

Make sure your face I also see

And tell me where abouts you are

(I will not travel very far)

You don't have to reply in rhyme

But if you do, just take your time

Please do not send me doggerel

Or in my trash can you will dwell

Your age is an important fix

My upper limit's forty six

Don't write if you are pushing fifty

My reply will not be nifty

The lower level's twenty five

Below that age I will not dive

I'm sure young boys are very nice

But I'm not here to give advice

Do not tell me your dark desires

Such tales will not ignite my fires

The point is what I want to do

You're serving me, and not I you

Don't pester me, it isn't nice

I will not reply in a trice

I'll ruminate and take my time

Hassling me will not make you mine

And last of all please be polite

I do not want to start a fight

Please use the special words you see

Or you will never hear from me

Include these words and I'll reply

Even if we don't see eye to eye

You don't remember, oh come come

The words are 'Literary Domme'

9/19/2011 9:48:58 AM

A lovely afternoon at the BBB, yesterday, spent much more than I'd planned but have a nice outfit for Pedestal now.

9/15/2011 10:47:52 AM

Inspired by some of my correspondents... PATIENCE And sometimes in amongst the dross A decent man is found One who is comely to my eyes Attractive free (and bound) Shall I but crook my finger so And beckon him to me He will my every bidding do He'll crawl on bended knee And if I tire of his face And ask him now to leave He will but simply bow his head Though inside he will bleed Sit quietly my patient one Until I summon you For in my presence you may shine And be told what to do If I want you to lick my feet Drop quickly to the ground Debased yourself, stick out you tongue My loyal little hound Ecstasy will be yours as you Fulfil my every wish Your body, it can be my stool Or it can be my dish Be wary, do not anger me You would not see me mad If you get on my wrongest side I can be very bad My flogger, it will find your back And that day you will rue My weary arm, it shall not stop Till you are black and blue So if you want to write to me Beware of what you start Because before the day is out I might just break your heart THE LITERARY DOMME

9/15/2011 5:14:55 AM

The arrangements have been made.

To-die-for Latex dress has been purchased, tottering FU heels aquired; fabulous nicely weighted mahogany handled flogger from the one and only Jack's Floggers purchased (and adequately tested).

A fellow Domme friend and I will be attending Club Pedestal on Friday 30th September. And I repeat (to those impertinent enough to ask), no I am not a pro domme; (though I know and respect quite a few of them, especially the ones who showed me how to use a flogger to maxium effect but without leaving marks!). I am in this purely for my own perverted kicks (and to get source material for my erotic stories of course).

Je reviens

9/11/2011 3:21:15 PM

Now, what would be lovely would be to find a physically attractive man, who is familiar with the inside if his local gym, to serve me as I see fit every now and then. Half a brain would be useful but dumb and pretty works well too.