I will readily admit to having stolen this from someone else. Regardless, it is great information and should help Dominants as well as submissives to make the right choices! Read on and I hope the contents serve you well...

The Acid Test!

Test #1: When in doubt, throw it out! Don't waste your time with people that make you feel uncomfortable. Even if the guy was a real Dom, if his personality makes you feel uncomfortable, he's not going to be fun to play with.

Test #2: 'You'd better call me Sir!' is the mating call of a HNG or control freak. Real Doms don't have to ask for titles, we earn them. Most real Doms will say things like 'Please, call me Mike...'

Test #3: 'I want you to take my collar before you play with me.' This is another common demand of fakes, most often made by control freaks. They have to isolate you from other people and their advice, and sometimes a little ole 'cyber-collar' is just the thing! Cyber-collars are worth less than the leather required to make one.

Test #4: If you get an Instant Message that says something like 'On your knees you [slave, slut, bitch, whore, etc.]' This person is an HNG. Use some common sense here. Why waste time with somebody that's not even polite? There's a time and a place for these endearing terms, and it isn't online!

Test #5: 'I don't have to answer that question!' or 'It's not proper etiquette for you to ask a Master that.' These are examples of some the dangerous lies that control freaks and snerts use. This is the Acid test I personally think is the most important! A Dom had better be ready to at least try and answer every question you have, and honestly at that! It's literally your ass that's on the line! Never forget this!

Test #6: 'It's my way or the highway!' or words to that effect, are the mating cry of the common control freak. Doms can have limits too, but it's your limits that count FIRST. Don't let any would-be 'Dom' tell you differently. Don't let any of the wannabe subs tell you differently either. Where Male Dom/fem sub play is concerned, it's always lady's choice!

Test #7: Don't bother with online collars. Don't make decisions about a prospective partner based on his online play style. It's a very simple test if you think about it: Would a real-life Dominant waste much time on cyber sex and cyber domination? Please take my word for it; The answer is no. Forget it, once you've done the real thing, cyber is just too damn dull.

Test #8: Ask your prospect if he's ever made any mistakes during a scene. If he says 'no,' run for your life! If he says, 'very rarely,' at least be suspicious. Everyone makes mistakes, even if they are experienced and skilled. Sometimes submissives have limits they don't even know about, and even the most careful and skilled Dom in the world will trip over these occasionally. Remember, according to our good friends of the Christian faith, the last perfect guy to walk this planet got nailed to a tree for his trouble. So expect competence, but not miracles.

Test #9: 'I'm a [bank president, captain of industry, combat photographer, self-made millionaire... yadda yadda yadda.]' Wouldn't it be nice to meet a rich Dom too? Sure it would! But use some common sense. How many captains of industry have hours to spend in an AOL chat room? Also, think about this personality profile; If this super successful, always-in-control person is really into BDSM, he's likely a submissive! Worse yet, it could very likely mean he is a control freak. I have met a lot of submissives that fit this ambitious profile, but not one Dom yet!

Test #10: 'I'm 33 years old, and I've been a Master for 15 years.' Gimme a break! What are the odds? When you ask about a Dom's level of experience (and it's a good idea to do so) remember to do the math as well. 18-year-old boys don't care about the intricacies of BDSM; they want to get laid. Trust me on this one Ladies, I was an 18-year-old boy once! I personally believe that people do become what they are (be it gay, straight, Dom or sub) very early in life, but it takes maturity and training to be a Master. What are the odds a person became a Master when they were still using Clearasil?

Test #11: Ask for references! Especially if he claims to be 'very experienced.' Talk to the references on the phone. Lots of HNGs have female screen-names set up to act as 'references' for them! I notice that a lot of newbies seem to have trouble with this concept. Which is understandable since in the vanilla world it's considered rude to talk to a guy's ex-girlfriend. However, in the BDSM scene it's the opposite; experienced Dominants should accept and accommodate this kind of request gladly.

Test #12: 'I have three real-life collared slaves right now, but you can't talk to them.' OK, when you consider the ratio and all, this sounds possible. What makes this an acid test failed (and failed miserably at that) is the last part. I have met couples (and even triads) that really were looking for an extra person to add to the mix. This is not uncommon at all in the scene. But these couples were looking together. If a 'Dom' has anyone already collared to them, you probably ought to talk to her first!

Test #13: 'I don't need safewords.' Well of course he doesn't! If he said this he's likely a snert and therefore he's never really been in a scene! Of course he might be a predator too, and then he wouldn't need safewords either. Need I say more?

Test #14: 'My slaves trust me to set their limits for them.' If you hear a 'Dom' say this it's most likely because these slaves only exist in his mind. Or worse still, his 'slave' is simply the victim of spousal abuse. Even so-called TPE (Total Power Exchange) and other sorts of 24/7 (i.e. full time) BDSM relationships should involve careful and thorough negotiation.

Test #15: 'I'm married, my wife can't know about us' If I have to explain this one to you, you've got problems. I have played with many married submissives in my time, but only with the express permission (and more often than not, participation) of their husbands. Safe BDSM requires complete honesty. You can't build a good scene on lies. There are plenty of people that will be willing to tell you differently; but please note, they will all turn out to be adulterers (and hence, liars) themselves.

Test #16: Insert your own Acid Test here: You will learn much from your mistakes and missteps. If you form an online contact with a 'Dom' or 'sub' that falls through, analyze why it fell through. Don't make the same mistakes twice if you can help it. 

Words to those who wish to become wise, from One who has already found some wisdom...

~~~~ I came across this writing some time ago, lost the addy and only recently did I see it again. I didn't write it, but it is informative and enlightening enough to share. It was originally found here ENDORPHIN LEVELS

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The Endorphin Levels in BDSM

- a short primer on sending a submissive into hyperspace

Although everyone into the BDSM scene has heard of endorphins, actually very, very few people really understand what they are, how they work, what the "high" is all about and how one can correctly induce the body to produce them. This short primer will answer those questions, and serve as a guide for anyone topping another so that they may successfully send their bottom into a very deep endorphin stupor! (Also known as leaving them in a big puddle of quivering ecstasy!)

The endorphin high is caused by a bunch of natural, morphine-like chemicals the body pumps into your brain to reduce your sensitivity to pain (thus raising your pain threshold.) The fact that the body seems to release these endorphins in measured 'loads' is a key to understanding how to 'play' the body to produce these 'loads' and 'release' them into the body and brain region when the 'load' is ready. One has to keep in mind that another chemical – adrenalin – is also produced by the body in reaction to pain, and its behavior should be understood also. This is covered later more thoroughly in the section at the end on aftercare – which is a VERY essential element in guaranteeing the success of the effort, as you will see.

The endorphin 'loads' as they are available in the body are released in their entirety, and after a 'load' is released, it takes the body about ten minutes to generate the chemicals for another one. After the body has been induced to release (or 'inject') a 'load' into the system, you must then continue stimulating the body for at least ten minutes in some manner before the body will be ready to release another one. This stimulation can be just about anything – sensation play, light paddling or flogging, light caning, etc. – and it does not have to be intense or even nearly match the intensity of stimulation that had caused the release of the last 'load.'

Once prepared, an increase in stimulation over a five minute span up to a measured 'climax' will trigger the body to release the freshly prepared 'load' (based upon the submissive's current pain threshold, "measured" to push them over a new edge.)

So, armed with this information, what does a session look like from the top's and bottom's point of view? This should break it down for you.

When a scene first starts, there are no endorphins in the submissive, and even fairly light torment is very stingy, ouchy, and, well, painful! There is an endorphin reserve already in place that is awaiting release into one's body in case of an emergency, and after just a few minutes of even relatively mild stimulation building to a mild climax, this reserve 'load' is released, and suddenly the pain threshold clearly rises and the subject can easily tolerate what earlier may have been pushing their limits, making them jump around and squirm, for instance. This new, more pain tolerant state is Level One. There is no altered state of consciousness yet – but there is an increased pain threshold.

Once this has happened, for the top it's basically just about treading water for ten minutes and doing anything that provides relatively light but constant stimulation to induce the bottom's body to prepare/create their next 'load' for release. This is a good time for sensation play, or light paddling, flogging or whipping – and since the only requirement is that it remain fairly constant stimulation, it is a chance for the top to relax for a bit, since the stimulation can be very mild and be easy and relaxing to apply during this time.

Once the ten minutes has passed, a build in intensity over a subsequent five minute period will excite the body to a peak, and a sudden 10–15 seconds or so of intense stimulation just beyond the person's current pain threshold limit will trigger the body to eject its freshly made, current load into the bloodstream. Now the bottom will be at Level Two – with still no perceivable altered state of consciousness (beyond panting in relief that you, the top, have ceased with the intense bit!), but there is a considerable and noticeable leap in pain threshold now.

Following this, again, ten minutes of mild, easy stimulation to provoke the body into generating the next load as quickly as possible. Keep this well below the pain threshold you've now created, with just a little intense whack, etc. every so often, about a minute apart. This will keep the adrenalin build up to a minimum, for reasons explained later on. Take it easy, tops, relax, rest that arm and wrist a bit! Then, this relaxing ten minutes is followed with five minutes of building the intensity again to well above the previous level, as the bottom's pain threshold is pretty high already now and they can take a lot more before the body interprets this as being 'in crisis' and thus triggers the endorphins' release. Finished off with 10–15 seconds (up to a minute) of a real intense, over the edge push, and the body will inject that next load.

Now at Level Three, the bottom will definitely feel a little bit 'woozy' — exhibiting a "mildly drugged" state. Their eyelids should become heavier seeming, and they will fall into a more relaxed condition than before, with more low moans and groans, and with their inhibitions becoming more relaxed. Again, applying ten minutes of any relatively mild stimulation (don't have to work hard, tops!), followed by a five minute build to a 10–15 second intense climax now that is WELL beyond the previous one, will result in the next endorphin "load" being released to push the bottom into a very nice Level Four head space.

At this Level Four state, there will be a very definite altered state of consciousness in evidence, and the bottom will feel clearly drugged and will be very compliant and submissive now. This is countered, however, by the largest charges of adrenalin they have received so far (from the intense climax just used to push them over this "edge"), so they are still quite communicative and their reaction time is still quick (even hypersensitive – a small whack with a paddle, cane or whip can now generate a huge amount of twitching or jerking of the subject's body with certain bottoms.) Now, during the ten minute 'treading water' period for the top, the moans and groans will be longer and deeper, the body often limp in it's restraints, and the reactions to the occasional harder 'strikes' will be obvious and even somewhat amplified. This is the tops finest time – they can still relax and obviously not be exerting themselves very hard, yet produce fine moans of ecstasy from their bottom with hardly any provocation! The pain threshold is high, even if the reaction time is increased due to the adrenalin, so harder occasional strikes are welcomed, and the reactions are certainly encouraging!

After this ten minute "endorphin replenishment" period, now it is important to be very sensitive to the limit levels crossed earlier, as you begin that five minute build in intensity that will end in the most intense limit pushing you might do with the bottom for this session (if you are stopping at level five). The bottom will have a very high pain threshold at this time, but also will be fairly groggy (in spite of the adrenalin-fueled reaction times) and less able to communicate their safe word – in fact, will now be so compliant that it is very UNLIKELY that they would use it even if they should do so! So, push this "grand finale" with finesse and sensitivity to what is going on with your bottom! At the other end of the 10–30 second climactic build in intensity – in a wonderful blast – this latest endorphin load will push the bottom into Level Five: a state of supreme ecstasy, docility, and the ability to take just about anything you could throw at them. They will become very limp and relaxed very suddenly – and be very clearly in an altered state of consciousness now.

This is the point most people end the scene and remove the bottom to cloak them in a blanket and begin the all-important aftercare ... and unless you know your bottom extremely well, this is where the session should end. However, for those in that category of knowing their bottom's limits and abilities quite well, the rules and timing are the same as with the earlier segments. Now, your 'mild' stimulation could be fairly intense if you wanted it to be, and the bottom will become extremely submissive – and receptive – and accepting of any amount of stimulation you could lay on them. This is a dangerous condition, because there is NO WAY a person will utter a safe word in this condition – they can barely talk at all! So, it is best to keep the stimulation relatively intense but not too too (Note: the stronger intensity applied now will hold up the adrenalin levels, and the combination with the elevated endorphins levels creates a condition of intense excitement and of simultaneously intense ecstatic relaxation for the bottom, so they'll be into receiving whatever is being doled out. More on adrenalin in a minute, though!) Again, finish off after the ten minutes with a building in intensity to one beyond that reached earlier, with a 10–15 second extreme point, and the next 'load' will be released. So, now we have brought the bottom to a very amazing Level Six! (But, again, this should only be attempted with a bottom whose limits and abilities are already very well known! The top is working without the benefit of safe words being utterable, in most cases by this time, so care must be exercised this whole while.)

With all the adrenalin now in the body – as well as the complete release of inhibitions from the heavy dosing of endorphins now in their brain – behavior of the bottom can become unpredictable at this point, and you should be prepared to restrain against some wild thrashing and arm flailing that could take place (at least be out of harm's way!) The person/bottom is going to be in such an intensely altered state of consciousness now that their reactions could possibly be of an extremely primitive nature, and they may be capable of only 'animal-like' noises and reactions, and no or very little recognizable speech. So, watch out! Following this reasoning, approach the subject as you would a wild animal – very gently, talking soothingly and gesturing in a calming manner. Be prepared for sudden wild jerking, or seeming attempts to 'get away.' And don't take it personally! At Level Six, this person is totally ga-ga! Be assured, they are enjoying every millisecond of this experience! And a very long period of dreaminess is now in store for them – if their aftercare is handled properly!

So, why do I go on and on about the aftercare? The work of putting endorphins into the subject's body is finished, right? Well, yes, but you have also succeeded in putting very, very large amounts of adrenalin into their system, and adrenalin is tricky stuff. Even at Level Four, aftercare is important now because of they way adrenalin burns off – it burns off very quickly – compared to endorphins, which burn off very slowly. At Level Five or Level Six, there is enough adrenalin in the body that it will take 10 to 20 minutes for it to burn off (even up to half an hour!), and during this time, the bottom very likely will experience a number of adrenalin 'crashes' (similar in a way to coffee jags), and some of these can be very intense — and even quite frightening! They will need to be kept warm and be held and comforted AT LEAST throughout this period of adrenalin burn-off. My feeling is that if you don't care enough for the bottom to enjoy cuddling and caressing with them for up to half an hour, you probably shouldn't be taking them to any Level Six endorphin/adrenalin levels! (Or even perhaps to a Level Four!)

This adrenalin "crash" experience for the bottom is something many, many tops are unaware of, and they have no concept of the amount of harm they could be doing to someone's psychological state by not performing adequate, loving, fondling and comforting aftercare during this time. All the bottom needs now is to be held and to hold you (or whoever you assign to perform aftercare) back – in order to be comforted by your presence, and to be allowed to make you become the entire focus of their awareness. No stroking, or massage, or other stimulus is needed or even desirable at this time. What is important is to keep in verbal contact with the bottom (not requiring words as responses, merely nods), instructing them every little while to relax. The adrenalin will have them in a very agitated state – high heart beat and breathing levels, etc. – and this situation is completely counter to the endorphin experience.Sure, they have a ton of endorphins in their system, but the adrenalin is presently holding them off from experiencing the full effect of them. The top's guidance is extremely important at this time to help them relax through the adrenalin burn-off period.

The important thing to realize is that, if not actually 'talked down' out of the adrenalin agitation, the person could easily never allow themselves to relax enough to even feel the massive content of endorphins that currently exist in their system! (Maybe you've all seen the bottom who, after 45 minutes to an hour of intense stimulation to the point of near-total collapse on the cross or bench, is released and – after a mere couple of minutes – is just mingling around and talking and mixing with people as if nothing ever happened. These people are floating on a self sustained adrenalin buzz. This not only is likely to be unhealthy, but these bottoms are cheating themselves out of a long, long stretch of total endorphin-induced ecstasy!)

Step-By-Step Aftercare Instructions

So, while gently holding the bottom and letting them hold you back, coo softly and comfort them, and tell them to go ahead and to let themselves relax. You will feel them do so as they comply to your wishes, as they are quite docile and compliant to receiving instructions at this point. But they will also slowly tense up again from the adrenalin. Keep reminding them to relax, telling them to give themselves permission to relax totally. As they begin to succeed at doing this after a while, some will encounter a frightening feeling, which some describe feeling as if 'falling off a cliff,' and they will tense up a great deal from fright in that event. Or, they might encounter a feeling of intense 'blackness' (as the endorphins get a chance to relax even their optic nerve) and they will freak out and pull back from relaxing again.

If they report such experiences (or even before they do) tell them not to fear that, but to let it go and pass through it – telling them to relax themselves through the sensation of falling or blackness with the understanding that this is quite normal and is a common experience. Once they do that, having learned to "relax through it", they will be "in it" after that point, and will begin to relax very deeply, very often seeing colors and beautiful technicolor visions and dreamlike landscapes, spaces and places. How sweet!

Once this happens (which, again, will take at least 10 minutes — and up to a half hour for some, depending on the amount of adrenalin that they must burn off), then your bottom needs only a little more loving attention, and can then be left bundled in a blanket somewhere on their own to float in a happy bubble, very possibly for hours!

Tops should be mindful of the fact that if they had intended to have sexual play with their bottom, they should probably fit that in around level three or four, for after hitting level five, their bottom may be too floaty to be able to concentrate for long on what they are doing. Then again, that can sometimes result in extremely passionate and inhibition-free indulgence, resulting in heights of ecstasy and orgasm never before experienced. But, if your bottom drifts out on you or loses their erection, don't say I didn't warn you! There's no telling which way they will go at level 5 or 6!

"Flying"

There is another factor that can produce an altered state of consciousness FAR FAR beyond even that of the most extreme endorphin experience. This is experienced by submissives whose intense focus upon their Master or Mistress (their Dominant) – and upon pleasing them – eventually leads to a hallucinogenic kind of altered state known commonly in the BDSM community as "flying," having an almost mythological aura surrounding the word by now, though for very good reasons! It is probably the most profound experience one can have as a submissive. It involves a state of intense devotion towards the dominant (who is not just a mere "top" at this point!) that borders upon religious worship, with complete trust and a total commitment to please and satisfy them thoroughly. Through the attainment of a complete selflessness and focus on the dominant, a transformation takes place that is very, very deep, almost trance-like.It can become so profound as to produce an extended, hallucinogenic state that is very wonderful and blissful. Many have reported even seeing visions under the spell of this "flying" effect. All have attested to the profound sense of peace and bliss they have experienced while even near the "edge" of this state.

This "flying" state can be attained by some with very little endorphin content in their system (some say even with none, but I'm quite certain most folks have attained at least a level Three or Level Four endorphin high in order to trigger the total release of inhibitions which this psychological state seems to require, at least generally speaking.) With practice, the release into this "flying" submissive-space should come easier and easier, eventually with even a mere suggestion being able to trigger the effect for some with very little or even no endorphin content being in the picture. COMBINED with the level 5 or 6 endorphin head space, there likely can be no deeper state of ecstasy possible for the bottom — short of total enlightenment! Until such an experience of full enlightenment can be accomplished, perhaps the attainment of this interim bliss is quite acceptable, and certainly should be considered an attractive and enjoyable state to be in! The secret ingredients are intense focus; a commitment to please the dominant utterly; and complete and total devotion! These ingredients – with some endorphins in the mix – should produce a quite satisfying effect for both the submissive and the dominant!

(Disclaimer — I am not a medical doctor, though this information, where applicable, has been checked with a doctor and two nurses who are in the scene. I assume no responsibility for people who try to use this information or for the effects which may arise from the application of the information above. As resulting from my personal knowledge, research and experiences, I can, however, assure you that this information is completely accurate to act as a guide for those exploring these effects as part of their own BDSM explorations.)

My new Worldview, explained by a band... Who would have thought?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yw1Tgj9-VU

CHAPTER 1

He watched her every day, the way she walked entrancing him and making his mind wander down paths that sometimes disturbed him.She has long hair, something
he truly loves. Her face is always calm, exceppt when she gets upset or hears something funny. When that happened, she lit up and everything around her
seemed brighter. Lately, though, she has seemed sad. Looking at her walking away makes him think about what she would look like naked and his mind provided
the fodder to fuel the urges inside him. "Tonight", he decided, "I will talk to her. I will follow her after she leaves and catch her at the store or
something. Simple!" Watching her ass while she stands there by the window just fuels the desire more.

That evening he followed her as she drove home. He watched and prayed every time they passed a grocery store or gas station that she would stop, but no, she
simply continued on.As she pulled into her driveway, he cruised slowly past the house and parked just up the street. He watched in his rearview mirror as she
walked inside and closed the door behind herself. Lights came on and turned off as she made her way around inside, finally settling at a room near the back
of the house.

"I need toleave, try again tomorrow", he thought. But still, he couldn't quite start the car back up and get moving. After about an hour,he got out and
started walking back towards her house when the light where she was suddenly turned off. He paused toturn away when another light came on, this time at the back of
the house. He could see from where he was standing through a gap in the curtains as she peeled off the top she had worn that day. That was the final straw.
Like a moth to a candle, he cautiously crept up to her window and peered inside. She had gotten down to her bra and panties by then, and was gathering the
discarded clothing to set in the hamper. He was treated to the view of her bent over, wearing thong underwear and swaying to th emusic he could hear faintly
through the glass. That ass was just as he had imagined, smooth and rounded, so inviting to the touch. His cock started to respond to the view and he reached
down to readjust.When she walked into the bathroom, he was almost afraid she would close the door but when she didn't, his grin grew wide. She was adjusting
the shower temperature! After a few seconds of fiddling, she stood up again and slowly removed her bra. His eyes grew wide and his cock grew harder, seeing
those wonderful breasts freed and her nipples reacting to being unbound. When she stroked them, pinching and twisting gently, he almost choked. She had a
dreamy smile on her face as she continued playing with them, and one hand drifted down across her belly to slip through the side of her thong to start
stroking herself. He continued watching until she suddenly stopped with a small shake of her head, stripped off her thong and got into the steaming shower.

He watched her in the shower until the steam filled his view and she disappeared. Walking around the corner to see if he could find a better point of view,
he noticed that the sliding door leading into her bedroom was cracked open a bit. Stealthily he slid the door open wider and slipped inside. Looking at the
open bathroom door, he listened carefully for the sound of any other activity in the house. Satisfied that they were alone, he crept forward tothe sound of
running water and quiet humming.

Peeking around the door, he couldn't quite make anything out through the steam. When the humming stopped, so did he, suddenly worried as he realized what he
was doing. When she started talking to herself, he strained to try to catch each word. "I wish...", her voice floated quietly through the sound of the
shower. "Damn... I wish I could reach that spot!...", and then she sighed again, going back to humming quietly. With a quiet growl, he stripped down and set
his clothes in a neat pile just outside the door. With his path set in mind, he walked across the bathroom and slipped into the shower, finding her rinsing
the soap from her face and grumbling quietly about how it burned her eyes. She was facing away from him into the pouring water, so he grabbed the loofa from
where she had dropped it and stepped forward, reaching out to scrub her back. She jumped at his touch, drawing a breath to scream but getting a mouthful of
water instead. Quickly he wrapped a hand around her mouth to prevent her from calling out, and drew her hard against him. Her arms flailed, and he was forced
to drop the loofa and wrap his arms around her in a bear hug. Leaning in close, he growled in her ear, "Quit fighting! You will end up getting hurt!", and
with a sudden jerk, she froze. Slowly, he released her mouth. After a second, she spoke in an undertone, "I know you... What are you doing here?". He laughed
a little at the incongruous question, and replied, "Trying to help you reach that spot you can't quite get to, of course!", to which she giggled "Oh... Why
thank you... I was afraid that you were going to rape me!". "That comes later.", he replied.

Scrubbing her back harshly with the loofa, beginning at the base of her neck and moving slowly downward, he explored every inch of her body. He paused to
marvel at the smooth musculature of her bare ass, peeking between her legs to see her dripping crotch before working down her left leg to her foot, then over
to her right leg, scrubbing His way back upward to where he had started. "Did I miss anything?", he asked. With a small purr, she pushed her ass back against
him, "Perhaps...", she murmured. With an intake of breath, he felt his cock spring fully to attention and slip between her parted thighs. He wrapped a hand
around her waist, and placed his other hand between her shoulder blase, bending her over quickly so her hands sprang out and braced against the wallof the
shower. With a quick movement, he drew back slightly toposition his throbbing cock against her wet womanhood, then pushed inside her with one quick thrust.
When she started to try to draw away with a small shriek of surprise, he grasped that long hair, wrapping it in his fist and pulling her back onto his cock
roughly. Shoving deep inside her, he drew her head back so the shower splashed directly into her face making it hard to draw a breath. With one hand around
her waist to support her, and the other grasping her hair as a handle, he began to slowly draw back, until just the head of his cock was left inside her.
Driving forward again, he buried the full length of himself in her. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass competed for the sounds of falling water
and her half-choked cries.

The sounds coming from her mouth were less than understandeable, but the way her ass was thrusting back to meet every stroke told the story very well. With a
sudden strangled cry and a wave of clenching muscles, she came. He held her impaled on His cock, arm wrapped around her waist to hold her up until she
regained her balance. When she could hold herself up without help he drew his cock from her and helped her to stand upright again.

He held her close before turning her to face him, a smile on his face. Stepping back again,he picked up the loofa and began to scrub her front. From her neck
down to those full breasts with such ripe nipples. He took extra time, paying very close attention to them, tweaking and twisting the nipples with soapy
fingers and caressing those wonderfully full globes. With a last firm squeeze, he continues scubbing his way down her body to her pussy, where he pauses again
to look closely. Using a fingertip, he parts her swollen lips to see a piercing. This he plays with, tugging and stroking as he watches her react to each
touch. The wetness that was created by the rough fucking is apparent even in the shower,and it grows as he continues playing with her pierced clit. With some
regret, he moves away and continues scrubbing, finishing her legs quickly.
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As soon as he completed that last bit of scrubbing, he looked at her as he stood up. Her eyes were glazed with passion and a need to be satisfied, but her
body was unmoving save a slight trembling in her thighs. "You need a shave too, girl... Where are your razors?", he asked. She hands him one from the shelf of
her shower along with shaving gel, and shuts the water off. Refilling the tub with a few inches of hot water, hey lays her down and sets her feet up on the
edge of the tub to give him the best access. He applies the shaving gel generously, gently rubbing it onto her sensitized pussy and coating the area completely.

Slow steady strokes remove strips of fine hair, the skin of her labia glowing red and still swollen from the rough fucking they had so recently recieved. As
gentle as he is being, she wriggles uncomfortably with each stroke of the razor, sometimes with a murmur or gasp. As he finishes, he realizes that the sounds
aren't discomfort but pleasure. He finished with a grin, rinsing her now-silky smooth pussy and feeling all over for any stubble or missed spots. As his
fingers slid past her tight, exposed ass, she gasped a bit and dropped forward to increase the pressure there. He increased the pressure, while at the same
time using his free hand to manipulate her pierced clit again. With a groan of pleasure she spread her legs wider and slid down to let his finger penetrate her
ass. After teasing her like that for a few frantic minutes he stood and picked her up from the tub to set her on her feet.

CHAPTER 2

Grabbing a large, fluffy bath sheet from a nearby towel rack, he started to dry her off. His hands trembled, but he continued, moving carefully and catching
each and every drop he found. When there were none left he took her hand and led her into the nearby bedroom, pausing to pick up a bottleof oil from the
nearby dresser. After he laid the bath towel on the floor, he directed her to lie down on it. She complied and he drizzled the oil on her skin, its coolness
raising sudden goosebumps. A quiet, moaning sigh esxaped her lips and he felt a surge in his groin at the sensual sound. Dropping to his knees he straddled her
thighs, and began smoothing the oils across her shoulders and back. Her skin gleamed under the lowered lights as she stretched lamgorously with his touch,
her breathing quickening as his hands drifted down to knead her smooth, firm ass. Another splah of the oil, letting the silky warm fluid dribble down between
her cheeks, and he scooted forward a bit. His cock rested against her ass, barely parting the cheeks, as his hands moved up to her shoulders again. The
movement allowed his rigid member to slip deeper, until it was pressing against her slick, puckered hole.

She moaned louder at that touch. He felt her shift against his cock, pushing backwards, and the head slipped in with a pop. At that, she gasped "oh fuck yes"
quietly and shifted to allow more of his shaft to enter her. He slid forward with a low growl, using her shoulders as grips to pull himself and impale her
completely. A squeal of pleasure erupted from her as his balls slapped against her upraised ass. Her head rose to turn back and look at him eyes shining and
fierce, "Take it! Take it any way you want!", she growled passionately. The squeezing muscles and quivering thighs deep inside her told him all he needed to
know.

Slow, deep strokes this time, full length, drawing shuddering breaths from her as his throbbing cock drove in and retreated. One hand slipped from her shoulder,
moved down between her parted thighs and began rubbing firmly on her swollen clit. This sudden increase in stimulation had the result of her thrusting back and
up, then forward against his probing fingertips. Her muscles began tightening, ass squeezing his cock and pussy beginning to start releasing its juices to flow
out upon his questing fingers. Body shaking, she began to sob and gasp "cum, please cum with me!" Those words hit him right where it counted. His balls surged
and with a loud growling gasp his cock started shuddering and throbbing, hot jets flooding out to fill her. She screamed her appreciation as he released began
bucking her hips wildly. Her orgasm lifted him from the floor before she began shaking and gasping as her orgasm slowly faded. A few final strokes, milking the
incredible sensation and he collapsed forward to pin her to the floor, both of them breathing hard, bodies hot and sweating from the glorious orgasms.

He chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, "Hi there", and licked the droplets of sweat that had beaded on her neck. She giggled and whispered back, "Hi",
"That was... Amazing, girl..." "Yes, it was... Thank you, sir, for the surprise Valentines Day treat..."

With that, he gently withdrew his softening cock and rose. He bent over and wrapped her in the towel, picking her up to lay her on her bed then crawling in
beside her. He drew the blankets uo around them, wrapped her in his arms and held her close while they fell asleep. The last sounds he heard that night were
the soft breaths and purrs of satisfaction following him into his dreams.

CHAPTER 3

The unfamiliar sounds of her house woke him early the next morning. It was still dark outside and she was sleeping qietly, a small smile on her lips as he
arose and walked quietly to the bathroom, where he washed up and looked at himself in the mirror. "Wow... Did that REALLY happen?", he asked the image that
stared back at him. A quick look back into the bedroom to see her curled up and quietly breathing dissolved those thoughts immediately. His curiousity got the
better of him, so he slipped into his pants and began wandering through her house.

In her den, he found himself attracted to the shelf of books lining the wall. Names like Ava March, Kim Dare and A.N. Roquelaure were prominent. 'The Story of
O', 'The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty'... Titles that he had heard before but hadn't read... Picking one up, he started flipping through it. Startling descriptions
of bondage, sexual domination and submission held him firmly, and he looked through several of the books to see what excitement they held. After several minutes
of skipping from chapter to chapter he moved away to her entertainment center. Opening the storage compartment to see her DVD collection, he met with much the
same genre. Dozens of movies, erotica featuring various kinds of Bondage, Domination and submission as well as several lesbian selections were present. There was
one in particular that caught his eye, laying atop the rest, labelled 'Teeth'. The case was empty, however, and checking the DVD player revealed it lying there.

"Ahhh, the last movie she watched! Hmmm... I will have to ask her about this one", he grinned. He moved into the kitchen, rummaged around a bit and started a pot
of coffee. The sound of movement from the bedroom caught his attention as the pot filled, and the sound of the shower started when he sat with his first cup.
He sat at the kitchen table sipping, waiting for her to finish her morning ritual. After about 15 minutes, she walked into the kitchen with a soft purr of
appreciation as she sniffed the inviting aroma of the fresh-brewed coffee.

"Good morning, little one" he said. "Sir!", she blurted, stopping at the doorway and dropping her eyes to the floor, "I didn't... I mean, I wasn't...", her
voice trailed off. "Whats wrong? Did you think I just... left?", he asked. "I did", she replied, not moving from where she stood. He frowned and motioned her
into the room, "Get a cup of coffee, sit down...". She smiled sweetly and did as instructed, pausing to gather some sugar and creamer from the refrigerator,
then coming to sit across from him at the table. She didn't raise her eyes to meet his, but instead stole quick glances as she sipped her coffee. "Thank you,
Sir, for last night.". "No, lover, thank you for last night. You have no idea how long I have been thinking about this", he replied. "I have also", she
whispered.

They finished their coffee, small talk about work and day-to-day things filling the somewhat nervous atmosphere. Comfort grew as the conversation flowed back
and forth. When the coffee was finished, they rose and went to the den again, where she started to remove the DVD from the player. Feigning ignorance of the
contents, he said,"Wait, girl, you can play what you were watching. So long as it wasn't some 'girly flick, I don't mind.". With a small giggle she replied,
"No, it was a girly movie. I have others we can watch.". His brow creased slightly with that, but he remained silent and watchful. The movie choice was plucked
from a shelf next to the entertainment center, and soon Arnold Schwarzennegar was present in all his glory, shouting "GET TO DE CHOPPA!" as hellfire and brimstone
rained wildly across the screen.

They spent the rest of the morning laughing and mimicking the activities of Arnold, Sly and 'Bond James Bond' as they saved the world from itself, over and over.
As lunchtime approached, she rose from her spot on the sofa and asked quietly if he would like some food. He nodded, and she darted off to the kitchen. As he
rose to follow, her voice came back through the doorway, telling him to sit and relax, that she would take care of it all. Kitchen noises, clattering dishes and
silverware sounded clearly as she worked.

Bruce Willis was just saying "Yippee Ki-Yay Motherfucker!" when she walked quietly back in with a tray of food in hand. He started to rise to help, but she shook
her head gently and he stayed seated. Stopping in front of him, she slowly knelt and offered him the tray. He took it with a smile, and patted the couch beside
him. Again, she shook her head softly and sat on the floor to lean against his knees. "Where is yours?", he asked. "I was hoping you would share, Sir...", she
murmured. He pulled the cover from the tray to find grilled cheese sandwiches with bacon and soup. Tearing the sandwich into pieces, he offered them to her. She
ate them delicately, licking his fingertips and then her lips. They shared the meal in that manner as Bruce dealt with the final bad guy and Los Angeles was
made safe yet again.

CHAPTER 4

They parted after lunch, he to take care of things at home, and she to go shopping for art supplies. There was no question, that they would be meeting again and
soon. "If we didn't have to work," she said, "I would certainly ask you to stay longer." He sighed as he left her house, pausing to give her a deep,lingering kiss
that was full of promise.

The week didn't well for either of them, but they found themselves so busy that they only saw each other occasionally, then just in passing. No time to sit and
talk, no quiet lunches, no discrete meetings. A simple "hi" and a smile was all time allowed. He became more and more frustrated as the week progressed. She
was always running, always busy, and he never seemed to find time either during or after work to do more. She seemed to get more distant as the week progressed,
almost ignoring him.

The following weekend was no better. She had meetings on Saturday and he got involved helping his brother retrieve his car from where it was stuck up in the
mountains. They spoke but it was strained, unsure. He didn't know what to say, she was thinking he was ignoring her and so it went. He spent the next week at
work stewing, trying to decide how to make it clear to her that he truly wanted her in his life. That Friday evening, he went shopping at a local adult novelty
shop. Using what he had learned during his too-short stay at her house, he spent several hours there buying assorted toys and accoutrements. Saturday morning
he went to a local leather supply store and purchased several pieces of thick, supple leather.

They did talk that evening, and things were easier, the talk more gentle and personal. He asked her if she would be home the following weekend, and in response
to her slightly distracted sounding "why?", he told her that he wanted to come by and visit. She agreed, with a caveat that she may have to leave but not
immediately. "That's fine, hun, even a few minutes with you is better than the last week...", he said. After a quiet and somewhat strained goodbye, they hung
up and he turned to his purchases.

First, he spent several hours measuring and cutting the leather into a 2" wide strip, carefully smoothing the edges, then using a woodburning tool to create a
delicate design and inscribe it. Then he lined the opposite side with soft moleskin and with a hole punch, silver rivets and a buckle, completed the new
collar. Then he spent another hour, cutting the rest of the leather into desired shapes. One became a flogger, the rest, with a hand-carved wooden grip, ended
up as a multi-tailed flogger. He sat, admiring his efforts and hoping that they would bear fruit the following weekend.

CHAPTER 5

There was little difference that week. They still saw each other, but it was like ships in the night. Quick smiles, waves and off they went on their seperate
errands. They talked on the phone nightly, the chat open and happy. She teased a lot, but he took it in good humor because he knew what the weekend would hold.
Friday night when he called, she told him that she would be out that morning, but that she would be back home by noon, so to show up after that time. He agreed
and gathered all of his handiwork and purchases to take along.

Early Saturday morning, after breakfast, he left to head over to her house. He stopped by the florist on the way to pick up a dozen roses, then to the liquor
store where he purchased a bottle of red wine. From the local supermarket he purchased some picnic items, cheese and fruit, knowing she had a specific diet to
follow. After wards, he drove slowly to her house again, arriving shortly after 12. Her car was not there, so he walked around to her backyard, sitting on a
chair on her deck while he spread out the picnic supplies on the table. The roses were placed gently in front of her seat, and he sat back to wait.

At 1:00, he heard her pulling into her driveway. The sound of her opening her door, then calling his name came through to where he sat. "Out here," he replied,
"enjoying the sun on your deck!" "Be right there..." she said. The noises continued, then she walked out the sliding door of her bedroom to join him. A small
gasp of surprise burst from her throat as she sat. She picked up the roses and excused herself, going in and getting a vase and water to keep them. After, their
little impromptu picnic continued uninterrupted. They sat there, talking and laughing, until the sun dipped below the horizon.

Going into the house as darkness fell ("I hate mosquitoes!", she said) the walked into the living room, where she started laying a fire and he excused himself to
go to his car. He returned with arms full to a roaring fire, her seated on the sofa and two glasses of wine on a low table in front of her. She looked quizzically
as he sat next to her, and asked what he had there. "Here", he said, handing her a small rectangular box. She smiled slightly at him, saying, "I really hate
getting gifts, you know..." but didn't hand it back. He waited, watching, while she turned it over and shook it gently by her ear. "Damn, girl, don't break it!
Just open it already!", he growled playfully. She blushed a bit and started tearing the paper, placing the scraps in a neat pile on the table.

Her eyes lit upa bit and her blush deepened as a vibrating didlo appeared. "Phthalate-free!", he said, "because I know you have allergies." She blushed again and
sat the toy aside on the couch, then leaned over to kiss him. After a short but thorough kiss, he pushed her back gently and handed her another box, this one
a flat square. This one, she opened quickly, pulling out a set of delicate, sheer scarves. Her eyes glowed with pleasure as she ran them through her hands and
rubbed them against her face. Box followed box, the paper scrap pile growing steadily, and along with the dildo, a vibrating egg, a set of anal toys, benwa balls,
a set of furry handcuffs and a blindfold found their places on her couch.

At last, there were only three boxes remaining. She shifted uncomfortably as she looked at them, then turned to him and said, "You have spent a lot of money
on me. I don't feel worth it." He snorted and sat back on the couch to sip at his wine, watching as she examined her new gifts. "Girl, you are worth it. You
mean a lot to Me." he said. "So, what is in the last boxes?", she asked him.

He picked up one of the boxes and handed it to her, "I think you will appreciate the last ones the most.", he said with a smile. She took the box, hands trembling
a bit. Opened, it revealed a set of leather shackles with a silvery chain attached between them. She looked at him after staring at them for a moment, shocked
and open-mouthed. He took the box from her hands and set it on the table, then asked her what was wrong. "Ummm... Nothing...", she said, eyes dropping to the floor
and face reddening. He waited a moment, then handed her the next box. She waited a moment before taking that one, then sighed and accepted it. Opening that one,
she found the hand-made flogger and multi-strand whip. She sat there, slightly paling, eyes closed, then looked up at him and asked softly, "How did you know?".

"I saw your library. You had some very interesting literature there. I also looked in your video cabinet. You have good taste in entertainment!" That caused a
sudden, furious blush and she looked away from him. "Oh my god... I didn't even think about that stuff!", she said. He laughed and took her hands to turn her back
to face him. "It's ok, sweetheart. I enjoyed it too!", he smiled. "You can't say anything at work... They will fire me, or something!", she pleaded. "Never.",
he stated.

Smiling at her then, he picked the shackles up from the table and fastened them around her wrists. She tried to pull away, but he held her tightly, looking at
them. "Take them off! Take them off!", she said sharply. "Hmmm... you certainly aren't behaving well!", he replied, pulling her across his lap. As she struggled
to escape, he reached across and picked up the hand-made leather flogger, Seeing this, she struggled harder and started to whimper and beg to be released. He
set his face and laid a stroke across her ass, making her jump and squeal. Several more lashes and she stopped squealing to begin a low moan. He paused and began
to rub her ass where it had so recently recieved those stinging swats. This caused more moaning and a slow grind against his hand. Taking her hair in his hand,
he pulled her head up enough to kiss her gently, then unshackled her and handed her the scarves, "Here, go get dressed... In these!". She took them, eyes down
and murmured, "Yes, Sir." before walking slowly to her bedroom.

Five minutes later she walked out, the scarves artfully wrapped and draped around her naked body. When she arrived in front of him, she started to kneel, but
he stopped her. He took her by the hand and stood her in front of the fireplace, where the warm light would shine best on her. "Stand here, girl. Feet shoulder
width apart.", he commanded as he began to slowly circle her. After one full circle, he reached out to pull the first scarf from her body and reveal her full
breasts and sweet face. He stood in front of her then, reaching out to touch her face. He felt the structure gently, tracing eyes, nose and lips, then moving
down to her chin and throat. He grasped her by her throat and pulled her forward, close to him, and stared deeply into her eyes before kissing her again and
releasing her.

His hands drifted slowly down to cup her breasts. He pinched and stroked her nipples, watching them harden and stand erect. Teasing them a bit longer made her
breaths come in small gasps. Stopping, he dropped his hands lower, feeling her ribs and tickling across her belly. She giggled at the light touch but didn't withdraw.
He walked behind her to rest his hands on her shoulders and began kneading the muscles there, then feeling her shoulders and along her arms. Moving back to her
shoulders, he traced down her spine and flow gently across her ribs, then drifted down to her hips. When she started to lean back into him, he held her still and
walked to stand in front of her. His eyes glowed with the firelight as they feasted on her body before he reached out to pull the second scarf from around her
hips.

The first thing he noticed was the Brazilian wax she had apparently gotten since he had last seen her. She peeked up and followed his gaze, then quickly shifted her
hands to try to cover herself. He slapped her hands aside with a low growl and stepped forward again. Slowly he knelt in front of her to look at her neatly trimmed
bush, then reached out a finger to trace the outline. He leaned forward to inhale her scent and gently kiss her piercing, then ran his hands up and down her legs to
feel her trembling muscles.

Moving behind her the, he knelt behind her to caress her ass, slid a hand between her legs to stroke her dampening pussy and then standing. "Bend at the waist,
girl, and hold your ankles." As she complied, he continued, "Spread your legas apart wider... Wider... There! And stay still..." He got up close then, reaching
forward and grasping her shoulders to pull her back against his crotch. She groaned and pushed back against him, so he grabbed her hips and ground against her
as well, then released her and stepped back. She jumped and yelped when his hand swatted her low on her ass. A second swat allowed his fingers to curl in and
make solid contact with her wettening pussy creating a wet slap. This caused another yelping moan, so he reached over to the sofa and grabbed the vibrating dildo.
Two more swats, then he swiftly inserted the vibrating toy in her wetness, fully to the hilt. Her knees almost collapsed before she caught herself, but it was
enough to earn yet another solid swat on her ass. She groaned loudly and began moving her hips in time with his strokes. "Please, Sir, spank me...", she pleaded.
Enthusiastically and in time with the thrusts, he spanked her ass, carefully covering the entire surface. With each stroke of the didlo, and each stroke of the
flogger, her excitement increased until with a sudden loud moan she sank to the floor. He followed, not allowing her to pull away from his thrusting, until she
stopped moaning and began gasping loudly. She came with a cry of pleasure, her juices flooding out and wetting the floor beneath her. He stopped then, removing
the toy and setting it aside. After a minute, she slowly rose to her hands and knees, then turned to face him and sat back on her heels.

She looked up into his eyes then and asked softly, "How may I serve you?"

CHAPTER 6

He smiled at her words, His eyes growing moist and His heart pounding. He reached out to cup her cheek and caress that sweet face. A small smile creased her lips
and a tear slipped from one eye to leave a glistening trail that disappeared benath His warm palm. "I want you to always be you,little one... And always be Mine.",
He said quietly. Her eyes dropped to the floor at those words, her head lowering. His hand slipped from her cheek and he stood there, feeling a minute tremble in
His legs. The Grandfather clock against the wall seemed so loud in the silence as she knelt there, silent. Seconds passed, a full minute sounding with a soft 'bong',
before she raised her head again tolook at Him. Her face was wet with tears. Her lower lip trembled as she looked at Him. Another few seconds passed before
she spoke.

"I want to be yours. I want to serve you. But I am scared.", she said quietly, "I don't know how it will work, though. You know that I have a commitment to my job.
I may be called away for extended periods, You may have to leave for weeks at a time. I know that we can't be together constantly. What if..." He put a finger to
her lips, stopping her at that point. "These are all things that were, before this ever happened. These are things that we can't control no matter how much we wish
we could. We have been apart so long that our moments together mean so much more... I love you, girl. I said before, I want you to be you, and a part of that is
your dedication. Dedication to your job, dedication to your beautiful home, dedication to the life you have had and the career you chose. That is one of the
wonderful things about you. Because I know, with dedication like that to all these things, your dedication to Me will be just as strong."

The word sbrought a small smile to her lips, which belied the fresh tears that flowed down her face. "I... I don't know how to respond to that." She bit off a
nervous giggle before continuing, "I am very serious about my commitments, and that makes them so much more difficult to make. I want to be everything to you.
I want to be there for you every moment of every day. I want to feel Your hand on me and hear Your voice in my ear, directing me in what to do all the time. I
want to see you when I turn around, when I wake up in the morning and go to bed at night. For you to direct me in what to do, how to behave... Even what to wear
to work!"

He listened to her words, feeling the seriousness they contained. His heart pounded harder and His breathing deepened, then He replied, "I know these things,
sweetheart. I want the same things. But you have made commitments. I have them too. And we both know that we need to keep to them, or it will destroy who we are.
I want you to keep being you, but Mine. I don't want to see you change how you live. I don't want you to lose all those things that made Me notice you. I love
that strong, dedicated girl who drove herself to do the best, BE the best, at what she did. The one that sets aside all those things for these moments we have
together, when you abdicate those things to serve Me. I see the changes from the moment you walk in the door. I can SEE all of it slip from you like layers of
clothing while you walk into a shower. I see the release of tension in you so strong it looks like you would shatter if you bumped into the wall. THAT makes
our times together so much more special. Because you come to Me to help you discover yourself."

Chapter 7

Words have power, they both knew. They felt that power ebb and flow around them as He waited for her reply. "I don't know if I can...", she whispered. He helped
her to her feet and led her to her bathroom, where He drew a hot bath, adding bubbles and lighting a few candles. She stood in th edoorway watching, not speaking
until He turned to face her. With a start she began gathering sundries; soap, a loofa, nail brush. When her hand fell on a washcloth, His hand closed on her wrist
firmly and His voice spole into her ear, "Get in the tub, lil one. This bath is for you, not Me!" Her mouth dropped open a bit as she started to reply,"But..." and
He stopped her there by saying, "Sshhhhh... Just get in the tub!" With a smile and a small, soft sound of pleasure, she stepped into the tub and sank into the
steaming, bubbly water.

He stepped out of His pants and sat on the back of the tub.leaning over her and gently massaging her shoulders with sure, firm strokes. Her hair, He wrapped into a
bun and tied atop her head to keep clear of the water. When her tension subsided and she relaxed deeper into the water, He retrieved the loofa and dropped it in the
tub to soak. He pushed her forward some and started smoothing rich amber and sandlewood soap on her neck and shoulders. The loofa was soft, so He used it to begin
gently scrubbing, working His way across her back and down. She leaned forward to raise herself to her hands and knees, giving Him full access to her entire back.
Her skin glowed bright red from His efforts and her soft groans urged His efforts on. Her neck and back were obviously no longer tense as He continued down, carefully
scruubing her tender ass and down her thighs, sliding His hands underwater to follow the sensuous shapes of her legs.

Finished with her back, He moved in front and began by washing her feet, holding them in His lap while ever so lightly scrubbing them clean, then moving along to her
knees. There was some evidence of rugburn on them, so He switched to the washcloth and cleansed them, then rinsed and kissed them softly. With a slight grin He
continued up her thighs using the loofa again. Her muscles trembled softly under His hands as He neared her womanhood and she opened to Him, eyes sparkling. He abandoned
the loofa and swithed to the washcloth to bathe her pussy, probing the folds and intricacies. Her breath quickened and she opened wider, relaxing backward with a sigh.
When He stopped to continue moving upward, stroking and massaging, along her stomach she whimpered quietly but made no moves. His hands were sure as He continued upward
to her breasts, using the loofa again to scrub slowly and vigorously. Nipples perked and another low moan issued from her partially open mouth. He continued to scrub,
apparently unaffected by her soft sounds of pleasure. He finished the ablutions of her torso, worked along her arms and then moved to her face, where He was the most
gentle and careful, avoiding her eyes and using the most gentle and deft strokes to remove all traces of makeup and ensure she was clean. All that was left was her long,
gorgeous hair. As He moved to pour warm water on it, she stopped him saying, "I will take care of that tonight, when I shower...".

He acquiesed, and started the tub draining. As the water leveldropped, He opened the faucet again and adjusted the temperature. The container He had been holding was used
to collect the fresh, clear water which He used to rinse her with, running His hands along her skin to remove all traces of soap and suds.He stepped from the tub to get
one of her large bath sheets. Wrapping her with it and leading her into the bedroom, He said quietly, "Stay here... Get dried off and I will be right back..."

Chapter 8

She dried herself slowly, enjoying the warm glow from the attentive bath and the afterglow of the afternoons activities. A light step at the bedroom door brought her
reminiscing to a halt and she turned to meet His eyes as He walked in. She noticed that He held the last box in His hands, the final one that she hadn't opened. She opened
her mouth to speak but He hushed her saying, "I will show you shortly, I promise..."

Her eyes flew open wide when He walked up to her slowly, then sank to His knees in front of her. "Please, Sir, DON'T!", she cried. He gazed up at her and replied, "little
one, I am only going to do this, just this one time, because I want you to understand exactly how serious I am." When she started to drop to her knees, He held up a hand to
stop her. A nervous tremor shook her as He knelt there looking up into her eyes. His words began calmly, but with feeling that drove into her core. "little one, I want to
offer you this last thing, from My heart as wellas My hands, with the promise that I will not fail you. That I love you. That your submission to Me is one of the greatest
moments of My life. I want to offer you this as evidence of how strongly I feel..." He held out the last box to her in both hands, His eyes asking her to open it,

The simple wooden box had a hook and eye clasp, but the trembling in her fingers made it difficult to open and she fumbled for a moment before it slipped free. Cracking the
top made a clatter from her trembling and she slowly sunk to her knees before Him. Her eyes glistened and her lower lip trembled minutely as she lowered herself to the floor,
the box still unopened.

They knelt there, face to face, inches apart as she finally lifted the lid. Inside was a collar, leather, with silver settings adorning it. A creamy white fleece liner was
obvious and she knew it was made to fit comfortably. There was also a small note inside, which she opened to read. As she withdrew the note, He stood up and looked down at
her. She read aloud, in a whisper, "Be mine, angel... Just look up at Me and ask."

When she raised her eyes, there were tears on her cheeks. His heart pounded as He waited. After a moment, her head bowed and He felt slow pain start to build inside Him.
She lifted her head again and looked at Him a moment, then said, oh so softly, "How may I serve you, Sir?"

HERE IS A QUESTIONNAIRE, WITH DESCRIPTIONS, FOR FOLKS TO USE & ENJOY. 

OK Folks... Those of you who are a part of the group, know what I will be talking about. The event upcoming should be a very enlightening experience. There will be more Friendship, Cameraderie and enjoyment of Companionship amongst like-minded people than there will be simple debauchery.

Thus far, there are 2 Scenes arranged. If there is anyone among you who wishes to take part, please CMail Me and let Me know. 

If any of you want to be the focus of a Scene, please let ME know ASAP! If any wish to do a Scene of their own, please let Me know. All these things need to be taken into account.

As far as itenerary? I plan on a night of just talk and relaxation first, after the long trip. I also want to gave time to be sure that everyone will have their assignments as regards scenes. The second day, a trip to the hot springs, followed by the 1st Scene. 3rd day will include the 2nd Scene, and a nice cooldown afterwards.

Meals will be prepared either at the Lodging House, or ahead of time and brought along picnic style. I have a pretty good idea of the menu, so any interest there, just ask.

 Costs will be: $75/head for food for all 3 days. The lodging will be based on # of folks showing up. I will give the full cost as requested. The breakdown will be done on the 1st day. 

I am very hopeful that you all enjoy. If this is as dun and successful as I hope, there will be a repeat next year, with a possibility of opening the event to more folks. 

I look forward to seeing you all there, and can't wait to show you the sights here!

Just a quick-shot of a favored pastime, I intend on finding a good girl to dothis with on video Myself one day... Interested?

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