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Dominance/submission needed. Petite BBW, beautiful, tattoos, green eyes. Black and red hair . Into being submissive, although new. Cuban. If you don't meet my requirements, please don't waste my time or yours. This is for an ongoing romantic BDSM relationship. :) I would like you older than 30. Romantic. Great sense of humor. I don't care about your marital status. Please be willing to host. Discretion a must. In the Miami Dade area. Green friendly. Intelligent. Bring back my smile. It's very simple. You give me what I want, and you in return recieve my loyalty and submission. Send full body shots, specifics, so we can skip endless emails and meet. In return you'll get my pics and more info once I verify you're real. Please, as much as I love staring at Dick pictures, send one of you as well. If not, don't expect a reply....even if you're just checking for bots.Its been a while that I was out of the dating scene. I was with someone for almost three years. It was beautiful. Now....I come out of it knowing what I want. Seeking guidance. Loyalty. Trust. Someone with an open mind. Laughter. A sadistic dominant man who can handle me being a tough cookie. I need to feel owned in every sense. But not stepped on or taken for granted. I want my world to be colored by you. My every fleeting thought of you. Be willing to send flowers, swoon me. Because you do - doesnt mean youre less dominant or vulnerable. It means I am yours. Your possession. And at all costs youd rather have me know it than not. Im seeking a dominant romantic bdsm relationship. Im a girl that knows what she wants and knows her worth. You just make sure to be that Dom.

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7/11/2012 4:37:13 AM
This is the end.

9/9/2011 5:07:43 PM

This site is dead....thinking about deleting my acct. Please find me on  as LilPrincessPain. This site is more than overdue for me to dump it. LOL. I'll keep the acct open for two weeks to give any of you my info in case you wish to keep in contact. :)


8/20/2011 7:55:58 AM

If you have a comic book character as your profile picture....please do me the favor and block me? Kthnxbye.


7/29/2011 7:05:28 AM

I added four new pics to my profile! XOXO


7/23/2011 7:03:35 PM

I wanna fuck a tattoo artist for tattoos. LOL.


5/18/2011 3:30:54 PM
:( <-------- me.

5/5/2011 5:33:35 AM
I'm getting published!!! Yay!! :)

2/6/2011 5:47:20 AM

Someone wrote...." If someone truly wishes to have you, possess and own, love and cherish you as theirs, nothing will prevent them from doing so, no distance will be too great, no obstacle too large for a treasure if desired will never be discarded, if it is - you were never treasured to begin with."

 

Couldn't have said it better myself. ;)


1/27/2011 5:18:53 AM

Happy Birthday to me!! Thank you to all my friends that have wished me a Happy Birthday! XOXO.


1/26/2011 5:36:16 AM

I only have a few minutes for a journal entry. It's my birthday tomorrow! I'm going to receive one of the best gifts in the world - his love.


1/20/2011 3:11:26 PM

I pray for darkness to fall, and let me dream again. Not knowing where I am going, but only where I have been. As sleep takes hold of me, and my mind drifts off to space. I welcome the gentle mist, that promises to reveal his face. Distant shadows dance before me, and play on gentle lights. Urging me on closer, to explore unimaginable new heights. Figures begin to form, and slowly encompass my soul. Leading me into a comfort, and sheltering me in its foal. A hand reaches out, that beckons only to me. My heart knows no fear, and screams to be set free. A passion I have only dreamt of, a desire that burns within. I offer without reservation, to only be with him. With each unsure step, I move closer to you. A figure enveloped in mist, and kissed with an evening dew. A strong embrace entraps me, and melds my body to him. I let go of yesterday, and allow tomorrow to begin. As light seeps through, to chase away my world of dreams. The morning rushes in, and nothing is really as it may seem. So I again pray for darkness to fall..... and let me dream again.


1/20/2011 3:05:21 PM

My ten commandments.

 

 

I - Burn, my frail heart.

Burn slowly and thoroughly.

Burn in this crematorium

Of my blazing body.

Burn to ashes and you'll

Burn never again.

 

II -  Hurt, my condemned soul.

Hurt like the sting of the

Leather crop hitting bared flesh.

Hurt boundlessly and you'll Hurt never again.

 

 III - Walk away, my lamented mind.

Walk far away and go to the end.

Don't make me feel like a fool.

Get lost, my injured thoughts.

Think never again.

 

IV - Sleep, my restless dreams.

Submerge into deep nothingness.

Don't wake up! Resemble dead dreams

Of the departed souls and you'll

Dream never again.

 

V - Melt away, my lusty desires.

Melt as the iron dissolves

Under the unforgiving torch.

Transform into insignificance.

Desire never again.

 

VI - Freeze, my unrivalled feelings,

Like the water turning into cold ice.

Remain frozen indefinitely and

Become an iceberg of the past.

Feel never again.

 

VII - Forget, my fanciful memories.

Forget bliss, smiles and happiness,

Forget past and present torments.

Escape from the melancholy future.

Remember never again.

 

VIII - Evaporate, my familiar tears,

Like the driest desert sand.

Squeeze out the last drop of

My drenched, saturated self.

Weep never again.

 

 IX - Echo, my shattered voice and

Resonate powerfully with your

Demands and commands.

Let everything that's still alive

Crawling and craving inside of me

Obey attentively your mighty power.

Be silenced never again.

 

X - Grieve, my heart, soul, mind and dreams

Suffer, my desires, feelings and memories

Wither, my painful memories and tears.

Embrace the total embargo of my being.

Submit to echoing voice of untamed love.

Love unrequitedly never again.

Never again.


1/20/2011 2:39:32 PM

I live in your memory,

like a simple rainfall of stars and sonnets.
You'll live in my dreams like ink inerasible.
Like a stain through life.
The language is never forgotten when two people love.
I was sunburned upon your skin,

and I dont live a second to tell you that I would die without you.
I stayed in your pupils.

I dont need to close my eyes,

I lose myself deeply,

in the seas of your goodbyes.


1/5/2011 12:58:22 PM

Paraiso encontrado en tus manos.

Detalles perdidos en tus ojos.

Memorias descargadas en tu memoria.

Corazon que siente y se esconde.

Labios que extrana pasion.

Cuerpo que siente belleza en tu presencia.

 

Quizas.....Quizas....


12/23/2010 2:22:08 PM

All I can say  is..... OUCH.


12/2/2010 6:20:07 PM
Words left unsaid are misunderstandings waiting to happen.

11/28/2010 7:09:46 PM

Princess scratches off items on her grocery list, and moves forward towards the register. Her eyes glance from the list to various denizens and back to the mission at hand. Her husband had stayed with the children at home while she was getting last minute things for Thanksgiving. Princess was wearing a pair of black jogging pants and a tight fitted green shirt. Her Coach purse dangling off her arm, and her hair was up in a ponytail. She had left the house in a hurry and was in just as much a hurry to get back. She loses herself in thoughts about the holidays and watches the customer in front of her take their sweet time. How come it seemed that the world was moving slower when she was in such a rush?

Princess' phone rings. She struggles to set the cellphone free from the confines of her expensive purse and looks at the screen. It was HIS number. Instantly, her rosey mouth curls into a smile and she answers it almost at the last ring. "Can you meet for lunch?" he speaks rushed. "Wow, hi there, not even a hello?", she answers him as if to toy with him. "I'm not in the mood. Meet me for lunch, I will go to where you are, it doesn't matter. You must hurry and go." She remains silent on the phone as her mind scatters for a million excuses to tell her husband. She takes a glance at the half full shopping cart and bites her bottom lip. "Where would you like to go?" She wrestles with the wife in her needing to do her things and go directly home. And the wanton slut he has redesigned her to be secretly is winning the battle. She takes in a deep breath knowing this will cause tension at home but surrenders to the charistmic voice on the phone.

"Meet me at Chili's off of 312th." Instantly she hears the click and the conversation is cut short. She looks at her phone and realizes she's been hung up on. Instantly, she lets go of the cart and about faces in the middle of the isle. That cart didn't matter to Princess, it was all replaceable. Her devotion was something to be admired by dominant and submissive alike. As she crosses the parking lot, she realizes she is not dressed as he likes her to be. She is wearing a pair of black slacks with a turtleneck that deliciously perks out her full breasts. Princess is nervous and in her mind tracks her route quickly. As she turns on her truck, she cuts back and lets go of the truck in a roaring splendor towards her destination. All she can think of is if he's upset,if something is bothering him. Had she done something wrong to warrant him not saying a hello? She takes a yellow light and in the distance she can see the Chilis' to the left. As she turns to pull in, her expressive green eyes are already scanning the parking lot for his truck. When she parks, she realizes he isn't here and makes her way in. When Princess meets the greeter, she asks for a table in the back and follows her to her seat.

Princess sits nervously, toying with her phone. She had asked the waitress to bring her a glass of water with a slice of lemon. Her eyes gaze over the patrons and she is lost in thought waiting for him. Suddenly, she watches his truck turn the curve and he parks. He straightens his shirt and makes sure he's the handsome devil he is. As he closes the door, and walks towards the entrance - she notices his walk is quick, rushed. Princess can only sit there and truly wonder what really is going on. As soon as he enters, his eyes search for her. She can't help but to smile and as soon as their eyes meet and she is washed over by the all too familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach. when he sits in front of Princess, it's all to evident that he was anxious to see her. He leans in and kisses her, sitting right beside her. Her mouth defeaats the purpose of mystery and is bathed in a rather lovey dovey smile. Absinthe eyes drink in his presence, and his hand makes his way to her thigh. She looks around the restaurant as if to search for unnaproving eyes in the crowd. In her mind, she is scared that anyone would find out she is his putica. But her heart wants her to get caught. She wants to shout it to the world. Wear his cock all over her proudly.

 He tightens his grip against her thigh and  leans into her ear as she offers audience to his whims. "My urgency to see you is brought on solely  by you, your whore ways. I want to punish you, te quiero sacar las lagrimas y gritos. I want you to know that you are my whore, my putica, anything I want you to be. Like if I want you to be a cumbucket and service various men. Or as simply as you picking up sunflower seeds that I chew and spit out." Now Princess' eyes were lowered, her breath slowed, and she drank in every single word thirstily. Any little remote thing he would say to her, Princess had the power to envision fully. She was his puppet. And he oh so enjoyed being in control of such a fine specimen of whore. "I want you to enjoy this lunch with me. I will order for you. You are not to speak a word unless asked a question. You are to sit with your legs spread, and your eyes cannot meet anyone but mine. Is this understood putica rica?", his hand reached for her chin and turned her face towards him, coming close to her mouth. He let out a long warmed breath against them and licked the corners of her mouth teasingly. Of course, by this time, Princess' cunt was oozing deliciously, betraying her body to any little thing he would do to drive her crazy. She was beginning to get used to abandoning her will each time she saw him.

Her body was pressed as close as she could next to him. Her legs were obediently spread and his hand would not move from the same position. When the waitress arrives, he takes a moment to look at the menu and begins to order for them. Princess remains quiet and still, making sure her eyes are to the table. When the waitress asks for specifics on her order, Princess is hesitant but makes the mistake of answering back. Immediately she realizes this but knows in her heart it's too late. His hand immediately squeezes hard and Princess can be seen squirming in her chair, her mouth zipping in silence. He only offers the waitress a mysterious smile and bids her away with his order. He continues to talk dirty into Princess' ear, knowing his words are a tremendous turn on. He tells her how he wants her, and how he intends to keep her at all costs. He threatens that there is no escape and begins to speak of the things he might do to her. He illustrates the times he's woken up with his cock swollen and errupted due to her stories. He tells her details of her stories, the things he does and doesnt like. Princess is his sole interested audience, lost in his world and not really wanting to come back. Princess can barely control herself and right now there is no possibility of her cunt stopping the throbbing sensations. She can feel the heat between her legs beginning to pool and the warmth is rushing all over her body. This was the sensation she was addicted to. The way he made her feel. Belonging to him. Being his possession. His cherished and most prized Putica.

As they sit there, they are seen as an average couple. Something easy to miss. He looks interested in her, leaning in close to her, petting her with the intent to make her feel his. His hand touches her neck and leans it to the side making her neck and collarbone inviting. He presses his mouth against her soft fragranced skin. A moan escapes her mouth and he whispers to her, "Place your hands on top of the table, palms down." He sinks his teeth into her neck, and lets go, doing it over and over again in different spots to release even more small muttered sounds from his putica's mouth. Princess at this point is trying to maintain composure and hoping no one is noticing just how crazy he makes her. Had it been with her husband, she would have stopped it immediately. She wasn't into making a scene or a show in public. But for him - for this dominant - she'd prove to do anything. What little shyness she had is gone by now, and she feels like all she wants to do is be ravaged by him. He continues to speak to her about dirty things, telling her just how much he plans to make her into the dirty little cunt she so deserves to be. To the world, it seemed that at their table there were two star-crossed lovers enjoying a lunch. Reality is, they were two married people, who enjoyed this lustful kinky relationship to the fullest. They were taking each others desire, trust, and passion to full advantage and never really had any intention to hold back from each other. 

"Do you realize that you don't belong to him? I mean do you ever sit there at night and kiss your husband, turn over...", he takes a sip of water, "and then close your eyes to think of me?" His hand is dancing closer to the heat thats now collected between her pussylips. He rubs against them, as if it had belonged to him from the moment she had been birthed into the world. "I sit at home at night, and think sometimes, not much - about how you are my putica. How you fuck when I tell you. I even have the power to make you lose sleep. To stop eating. And mamita, I will do JUST that." He smiles at her, his index finger tracing an invisible line from the corner of her mouth - to her jaw - and creeping down to her left nipple. "Putica", he whispers lowly, in such a seducing manner. Her eyes lock on his, they are burning with desire, mesmerizing him unknowingly. Pinching her nipple between his thumb and index finger he tugs it closer to him, and brings her in, moaning into her ear. Princess right now believes in gods, angels, unicorns, anything that was ever fantasy has reached a point of possibility.  The sensations he brings into her mind, body, and soul are something she has never felt. Her mind would have never conjured up such an intense feeling. It would have been so ordinary just to meet any Dom and get spanked, punished, used. But this isn't what she was after. It was the true use, being held as a posession, being sexually deviant for his pleasure, having her mind fucked with and her imagination reaching new levels. Arising lust from Princess without him even being around her. This is what she was truly after.

"Yes Sir".

It was the only thing she wanted to say. She just simply wanted to obey him. The restaurant is getting more populated and he reels her into his world, knowing she has little control over anything right now. It was his pleasure to take over her in such a way that she wouldn't even know how to escape herself. His hand rubs her pussy through her jogging pants, and she cannot contain the lust displayed on her face. Her eyes are drunk with seduction toward her Master, and all she can do is give in willingly to whatever he may want to happen. He rubbed her pussy lips firmly, pressing his fingertips against her budding clit, his vulgar words fingering her mind violently. The waitress sets the plates on the table, and Princess hands slip from the table onto her lap. Her left  hand grabs his firmly and his eyes grow wide. She is breathless, pleading with him that she is about to lose total control. So the wrong thing to do. With a swift movement, her Masters hand is grasping hers with quite a strong grasp. She bites down on her bottom lip hard and cuts a moan in half in the presence of the waitress. Her cheeks are flushed red, and she can feel the embarrassment wearing thick around her. The waitress gives Princess a rather confused look and walks away quickly not wanting to get involved in their devious behaviour. Her Master is angered with her and he moves away, standing from the table. They havent even touched their lunch. Princess is looking at him surprised, rather  lost in his actions. He leans in, placing either hand beside her and whispers in her ear demandingly, and in a rather condescending manner, "Get the fuck up, walk out the door, and stand beside my truck." Immediately, Princess does as she is told and walks quickly to the truck. She doesn't know he is right behind her and she dares not look back. When she reaches his truck, she turns to meet his angered gaze, his facial expressions none too pleased. Immediately, his hand makes for her elbow and he turns her, pressing her against the truck.

"I told you hands on the table. Not a single word. Why do you test me Putica?"

His hand works his way around her pony tail, and she screams against the car window as he tugs indiscriminately.  Her beautiful face is pressed against the window to his truck and suddenly - without warning - he brings his hand to slap her ass cheek hard. Another slap is given. And then another one. She is breathless. He proceeds to shower her round firm ass with about a dozen spankings - all delivered firm and with the intention to bring her pain - all for him. Every single spanking was taken, regardless of the pain he was making her feel. Each resounding slap against her ass made her squint her eyes, her blood pressure elevate. 

"When you come to our table again - you are to take three bites of each thing. You will not say a single fucking word. You will keep your eyes lowered at all times. You will wait til I am finished, with your legs opened, and your beautiful smile on your face. Is this understood putica?"

"Yes sir."

Princess was in shock. She could feel her asscheeks burning under her jogging pants. He lets go of her hair, and when she turns to face him, her face is completely red and flushed with color. She says not a single word but rather walks quickly inside. As she sits, she lowers herself carefully knowing it's going to feel ten times worse sitting in that chair. He could really give a shit and brings his hand to her shoulder, plopping her down in her seat. As he sits, he begins to eat quietly, his eyes intently on her - bathing in her suffering. Princess is more concentrated on following the instructions at hand and he records her hand delicately wiping away a small tear that had formed in the corner of her eye. She takes her knife and fork in hand and begins to gather rice onto the fork, this being the best tasting meal she had ever had. She brings it to her mouth, and those amazing expressive eyes raise themselves to meet his...

"One sir".


11/25/2010 5:03:45 AM

"one of the feelings u have to get through to be a sub, one does not have any rights to the dome/domme one is commited to."

How does one do that?


11/19/2010 7:13:42 PM

I feel the drumroll beneath my skin
Theres volcanic ash spread everywhere
Someone lit a fire deep within
And left it on without a care
They say my heart bleeds
with unconditional love
But I shall warn those stupid
Beware of the blackness
That it is capable of
A woman so passionate
should be conquered and tamed
Not tested and underestimated
Youll end up alone and blamed
When these eyes look at you
and your all over me
let me feel your fingers dipped in truth
shattering fine lines between fantasy and reality
I'll let you see right through me
and keep things real
Never keeping a single secret
My loyalty you'll feel
Fuck it I cant write right now
The words dont do my anger justice
Another glass of wine
And I'll forget I ever wrote this.

OMG this sucks. Blah. LOL. Off to my jacuzzi I go.


11/19/2010 6:59:02 PM

Sometimes.....you are tested. And sometimes, you stand up for yourself. Which is the better? Which is the lesser?

I just drank a bottle of delicious wine. And have been lost in thoughts. My mind rummages through mixed words and random thoughts about what has crawled under my skin.

I had proved myself, come through. I took the step I was so afraid to take.....

And then........

                                            When a writer writes from passion, the outburst is magical. It comes from within and from the very center of someones being....

Who am I kidding? I can't even fucking write. I'll be back in a few days.

I

am

so

damn

......   _____________________.



11/19/2010 11:30:59 AM

Silence....is more painful....than thirty blows to a brand new bottom.....


11/15/2010 7:47:43 PM

I am spent in thought.  


11/15/2010 4:58:48 AM
If I were a color,
what color would I be?
gentle shadow of inhumanely woe-
a bruise in God's eye; a dry tear lost inside itself.
If I were a shape,
what shape would I be?
An open circle, endlessly coiled,
but fearful to acknowledge the beginning,
afraid to end; fighting all natural urges to close.
If I were a sound,
what sound would I be?
Sharp as a dish shattering into a thousand fragments,
the rustling as the pieces collide and crumble,
cut and fall in disarray to the fate of a sparse hard floor.
The quiet thereafter- a second spanning centuries,
and the slow rush of an exhaled gasp
as the naked fingertips fumble to reclaim what can never be reclaimed.
If I were a musical instrument,
what musical instrument would I be?
I would be a dented, rusty harmonica which only plays in D minor.
My chrome plates would be long-grown dull, worn with love.
My only companion would be a poor black man
raised properly in the poverty of the decadent south.
He would take me everywhere he went,
 walks to the post office, the bar, the dusty diners, through projects
and urban neighborhoods where vagabonds and misery meet.
He would keep me in a pocket reserved for me alone,
close to his heart in his button down cotton shirt.
He would call upon me often to fill the air and give the night a soul it does not possess.
All the drugstore workers, diner owners, run-down waitresses chewing their pink gum,
 the bus drivers, food closet volunteers, and social security socialites
would be captivated despite themselves.
Then he would walk away, satisfied,
 leaving the disgruntled strangers content in the moment;
smiling and shaking their tired heads saying,
"Good ole Joe should have been a wealthy man."

11/14/2010 9:40:21 PM

There is a familiar smell in the air as she walks with her toes stamping into the sand. The sun is setting and her skin is bathed in a phosphorescent glow. Her green eyes are set on the horizon and her thoughts are endless. An off white long skirt bathes her hips and billows out against her curvy form. With her left hand, she collects her skirt and  the wind dances through strands of uncollected hair. Her breasts are hugged by a pretty girlie pink bra and a fitted white tank top. Princess takes in a calm soothing breathe and exhales all connections to the world. The sea gulls, random noises, and the ocean waves fulfill the tranquility she had needed for a long time now. The waves come crashing against her well manicured feet, and she welcomes the sensation with such a relaxed smile. Licking her full lips, she can taste the sea on them.

Princess has come to the place she married her husband. It was a September sunset, and the day was much like this. She remembered her hair dancing in the wind, it was longer back then. Her husband had worn a white guayabera and white pants, with an old style Cuban hat. She - a short spaghetti strapped white dress with daises on it. It was her most favorite flower aside from pink roses. As a matter of fact, flattery to Princess was a beautiful flower arrangement with pink roses and white daises. She was simple to please. In the vanilla life that is. Her mind wandered to small details she had recollected from that day, and she could almost see her and her husband standing in front of her getting married. Her bestfriend Cynthia had performed the ceremony, and she had everyones' blessing to do so. It was a beautiful relationship celebrated with so much love. Friends had compared their love to a love shared between Princess' parents - they were madly in love with each other for 38 years. It was something rarely seen, their romance flourished constantly for each other. 

He arrives at the beach, and he looks as handsome as ever to her. He is wearing a loose button down white shirt, with only the top two buttons undone. Blue jean pants, and the usual dark sunglasses that conceal such expressive brown eyes. Is it even the clothes that makes him look so handsome? Or is it the way his presence makes her feel? His charismatic and devilish smirk confirm that its both. When he reaches her, he kisses the corners of her mouth, his powerful hands delicately cupping her beautiful face. He doesn't kiss her fully, knowing it teases her to toy with her mouth this way. Princess closes her eyes, welcoming his shower of light teasing kisses. Her mouth is curled into a soft smile against his kisses, while her hands instantly are folded behind her back. She spreads her legs, and proudly poses her head, looking forward. Her smile diminishes lightly and her beautiful eyes claim the sunset within its reflection. He walks around her, observing her and stands a few feet away, his hands removing his glasses and placing them nearby. She doesn't move whatsoever, knowing his eyes are burning into the back of her curvy frame.  Time has become absent from Princess' mind and truly there is nothing in her mind but him and what he allows her to think of.

Still not a word is shared between the two and her mind can't help but wander to different memories of him. She remembers the first time. No longer is she thinking of a beautiful marriage set on paper on this very sandy beach. But of a man who took her and taught her to stand from the very first moment he had her in his posession. Of how he slapped her thighs and made her succumb to his command so willingly. There is a rush of heat traveling from Princess' head to her toes, and it consumes her heart in the all too familiar sentiment of lust. Desire ran deep in her veins for him as there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him. Funny - she recalls men feeling this way for her, and her being the one cherished and adored. She welcomed the change. Change was an action to confirm part of ones' self growing. She can hear him walking closer, and he presses her back against his chest. Her big round ass is pressed against him, and he brings his hand to her neck - gently wrapping it around and bringing her ear closer to his mouth. Princess' mouth lets out a soft breath and she swallows hard, looking around the beach. He lets his warm breath graze her earlobe, and he begins to speak to her in such a low seducing tone. His other hand is holding her by her waist, making sure to press her into his body. He takes in the fragrance of her hair and presses his hand against her neck a tad tighter. Princess' rosy mouth betrays a moan, and she bends her head to the side offering herself to his every whim.

"So this is the place, Putica. This is where you doomed yourself to a vanilla life. You swore your vows to be a faithful, loyal, devoted wife. Look at you now. Meeting me here to do as I please. My have you become such a little toy for me. Have you found yourself now Putica?"

"Yes, Sir". 

He holds her against his body as a treasured posession. He built this with his bare hands. Every single thing that made her tick was designed to tick for his pleasure. Every motive had something to do with him. He had made her into his instrument of obedience. His little Princess whore was coming along just fine with her training.  With a few mishaps here and there, but what Master is to say that those mishaps in the end aren't a treat to their sadistic side? In the history of BDSM, was there ever a slave who started by truly obeying? It is not possible. A slave becomes a slave when she disobeys and knows the true meaning of her Masters' power. She is an even smarter slave to never test this twice. After losing count of how many spanks and paddles she took on for cursing, he has attained a holy mouth from his little cunt. Princess is standing still, with her confidant; time. Everything has stopped at this point, and she remains posed against him, putty in his hands. He takes in her scent in reverence and just breathes right below her ear on Princess' neck. Tiny little goosebumps dance their way about her spine and arms. It is useless to resist him at this point. He has consumed her as he always does.

He seems to look around as if despising the very place - Princess secretly enjoys the hostility toward her husband. He had a strong predilection for the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing, just the peace that it all offered - but not this shore. He presses his mouth to her neck and opens his mouth slightly, receiving a piece of her skin between his teeth. Softly, he nibbles on her arousing Princess an stirring the whore within. She closes her green eyes and enjoys what he does to her, knowing its all a game to him. He arouses her, then brings her down, raises her up, and lets her fall gracefully. His hands both make way to her full big breasts, fingers invading her nipples with sadistic pinches and pulls. She bites down on her bottom lip and holds back a slight whimper. It is caught in her throat and she can feel her engorged clit throbbing. Princess' body begins to manifest what he so desires and her thighs are already wet with her ooze. He lets go of the bite and her nipples and walks back a few steps. She assumes position once more and is breathless at this point. She tries to regain composure quickly for her Master, folding her arms behind her back and joining each hand on her elbow. He walks around her once more, and then comes to a stop right in front of her. Princess is tempted to get lost in his eyes each and every single time he is in front of her. But her training serves her well and she stares down to the floor. She is not worthy of her Master's beautiful and expressive eyes. Princess' heart almost begs him to speak as she loves to hear him talk.

"Kneel".

"Yes, Sir."

Princess does as she is told, not really worrying about the sand in her skirts or anything but what her Master has required. As soon as her knees hit the sand, her hands are placed expertly on her knees. Princess opens her mouth wide and proudly, and her tongue is stretched out. The little whore is ready to receive Master as he so desires. This pleases him a great deal as he loves to use her mouth. And more than her mouth - her throat. Princess had never really had any experience with massaging a cock with her throat but he had planned on making her a scholar. Instantly, his hands carress her hair between his fingertips and he digs closer to her cranium, tightening his grasp. She squints her eyes shut and he lets go of his beautiful cock right in front of her face.  As soon as his cock jumps out of his pants, he inserts it forcefully past Princess' full inviting lips. Before she even has time to gasp or take a breath, he is already invading her throat with deep hard thrusts. It's one after the other in a constant assault to Princess' mouth and he never really lets up. Tears form at the corner of her eyes and she breaks the gaze lowered in exchange to look deep into his brown eyes. He is furiously fucking her mouth with such want that she remains there, with her hands on her knees letting him use her mouth as a disposal for his semen. His hands grasp her hair tighter and he begins to speak to her in a deep controlling tone. "Here Putica, this is what you should have been doing six years ago. Not getting married on a sandy beach to the love of your life! No. No. No. Serving me....my cock....like this Putica....Look how prettier you look now than on your wedding day." He continues to massage his cock with her inviting throat, each time gagging her and collecting pools of spit on his cock. She squirms and moans what little she can against his cock, her throat tightening around it forcibly. He is pumping away at her beautiful face, those bedroom eyes welling up in tears were his favorite. She was a beautiful girl, but was more gorgeous with his cock deep down her throat.

Princess welcomes the mouth raping and does the best she can in swallowing each thrust deep into her throat. She feels her pussy throb from deep within and her clit engorges at his use of her mouth. She can feel his cock swell in her mouth, and it almost becomes unbearable to take it all in. Princess, of course does not disappoint and sucks and welcomes him with laps and licks across his shaft. It didnt matter that he was choking her, it mattered that she was doing as she was told. He wanted to find places they had frequented as a couple, to use her in as many places so that she would never forget him. This had to be the most sacred of all. Right on the shore, where she had taken her vows to her husband. Now, it wasnt that pretty beach where they married, but the beach where she swallowed her Master's cock greedily. Hungrily, she took him in and he did of service to fuck her throat to his heart's content. With each stab into her throat, he was coming closer to orgasm. He was quite good at controlling his orgasm but something inside of him was yearning to fill her mouth full of his seed. So naturally, he felt himself ready to release and pressed his cock as hard as he could against her throat. There were grunts and loud moans and through his pleasure induced extacy, he commands, "Open wide, and swallow every single drop. You must never waste my cum Putica."

Princess shuts her eyes hard, and she braces herself to accept his warm nectar in her mouth. Her heart is beating in her throat, and she can feel him pick up the pace with the constant jabs. His face is so concentrated and twisted into completion that this all the more turns her on. Princess' head is being held by force and all of a sudden without warning - a hot load of her Masters' delicious semen begins to erupt into her mouth. He fills her mouth with squirt after squirt of his creamy cum, almost suffocating her with it.  He grunts into the air are almost primal, his hands tangled within locks of her hair. His orgasm is powerful and so intense that Princess just swallows mouthful after mouthful. Til the last squirt is induced into her mouth, she does not stop sucking. Princess loved cleaning Master's cock and she sucked and lovingly swirled her tongue around him. The throbs on her tongue from his cock were a treat and she felt beautiful when she pleasured him and had proof. As soon as she finished cleaning him up, he tells her to sit in this position and not move. He turns away from her and all Princess can do is be as giddy as a schoolgirl and lose herself in the moment. She giggles quietly, licking her mouth, enjoying the taste he's left behind on her lips. He walks to his car, and retrieves a large blanket and some plastic containers and a shopping bag. Princess now looks to him quite confused and watches him intently, his smile evident that he's planned something. He was very good with surprises and situations. Princess' mind needed to be stimulated and surprised and he was the perfect one to do it. She could never predict his steps or what he had in store for her next. It kept Princess coming back for more. He orders her to undo the blanket and lay it down on the sand and she does so, making sure all corners are perfect for him. He pulls out a wine bottle and two glasses, and a bit of greenery. As she does so, he places the containers on the blanket and orders her to sit indian style. He lays down in front of her, placing his head on her lap. "Run your fingers through my hair and feed me grapes. You must kiss each grape before inserting it in my mouth. Understood mi Putica?" Princess gives him an amazing smile, and she speaks softly, "Yes, sir." Bringing the first grape to her mouth, she kisses it and gently presents it to him. Her other hand plays with his hair in an adoring fashion, wanting to make him feel good. He takes the grape into his mouth and stares into her eyes knowing she is ashamed and cannot look back into his eyes. Princess always felt this way after a sexual act and was rather shy to look at him afterwards. "Look at me", he commanded, "I want to get lost into your eyes". She offers a shy smile and her cheeks blush.

"Besides Putica, don't think you're done yet. You won't be smiling for too much as I have to work your throat again." His eyes are locked on hers, wanting to savor her reaction. Princess' eyes grow a bit wide and she bites her bottom lip. She is hesitant and almost speaks out of turn. She kisses a single grape and dances it on his mouth as she plays with his hair.

She knows better.

 


11/14/2010 2:27:34 PM

As the twilight of night began to fall
Thoughts of his warm body in my head
He was whispering what he would do to me
When he lays me on his bed
He promised to take me higher
Than I thought I could ever be
Then he pressed his fingers to my lips
And whispered, Do you hear the melody?
As he gently, placed his hands on my breast
He felt the pounding of my heart
And only he could know the rest
Because the orchestra was about to start
He discovered secrets about myself
That even I had not known before
As he would lay beside me Slowly, gently, teasing me,
making me beg for more
Oh, the music that he taught me to feel with him
Was the music that that only lovers can make
It would sometimes make us feel giddy
And at others it would make our hearts ache
More, still more, I just could not get enough Of loves melodies
we spent each night making
Why I had never heard such a sweet symphony
Reaching heights that were there for the taking
I would tremble with delightful sensations
Feeling his body growing hotter with my touch
He has become the maestro, of my body and soul
And night after night I grew to need him so much
As he strokes the special strings that will take me
Lifting me higher and higher and then
He will slowly start from the beginning
Lifting me yet higher and higher again
As the night slowly fades into the early dawn,
I lay listening to the beating of his heart
And if I close my eyes, I can hear the echoes Of the music
that we made in the dark
The rich baritone of the cello,
Comes drifting back hauntingly sweet,
And I still feel how well he stroked the chords
Until I was spent and exhausted, asleep
He plays the very sweetest of love songs
And he has mastered the finest art
Of stroking the strings of the violin
Or was that the strings of my heart
I hear the echoes of the moans that escaped my lips
Then I feel the ache of longing I will not deny
And I wrap my hands around his instrument, remembering
How he kissed the tender flesh of my thigh
Oh maestro, how still you lie sleeping
My breath catches, for it makes me want you even more
Still holding your wondrous instrument
I slowly caress you
Now it is my turn, to make the music we adore
As my lips encircle you I feel you shudder
And you slowly begin to move to a beat so fine
Yet, the orchestra is only beginning, my love
And your heat is now blending with mine
Your eyes began to flutter ever so gently
This song is your favorite, it makes you soar
And as the wetness of my lips linger still longer
I hear you say softly, "I love you" and then beg for more
Ah, yes my love; let my music take you
Higher and higher and then Just when you think, you have arrived
I'll take you higher and higher again


11/14/2010 5:40:38 AM

Today, instead of writing an erotic story. I wanted to touch the subject of collaring. Funny how I, who has never been collared will touch this subject. I chose the subject on collaring because I've been reading up on it. And this interests me a great deal. My true intention through my exploration of this lifestyle is to reach that ultimate goal of being owned in pure servitude and alas, being collared to a Master.

Collaring.

The first thing I ask myself: Is it used as an object or symbol? Lets look at the history behind this....

From my research I have gathered that collaring traces back to Roman times. Metal necklaces were welded shut so they were permanently affixed to the slaves. They would inscribe these collars with the owner's name (Cell number? HAHA) so that runaway slaves could be returned to their owners. I believe this to be the first historical "jewelry of property". Naturally, when BDSM came around, the symbol of ownership was appropriate. No one person can take the credit for bringing that into the lifestyle.

A slave collar symbolizes that the slave is owned by the Master. Even if in the vanilla world it is not recognized, it is seen as symbolic as a marriage ring in the BDSM culture. Collaring can be performed as a ceremony which is attended by witnesses and members of the community, or it can be done through a private ceremony between Master and slave. It is my understanding that there are two collars that preceed this one. A collar of consideration which means the two parties were interested in pursuing a serious D/s relationship. The training collar is the next level. And finally, the slave collar which is the most formal. I believe that this is the most formal one of all three. It represents true committment between the dominant and his slave. It is to be treated with the same respect that marriage is treated in the vanilla world. Some Masters take on different slaves and collar them, while some prefer to have a single precious owned posession.

Nowadays, I've seen how easy Masters throw around the word "collar". Thanks to the internet, anyone can have a virtual collar around their neck. Now anything goes. They skip the first two collars and really there is little universality in what a collar means. Perhaps the importance of the collar is determined solely by the couples involved. I rather take a liking to the old school tradition as anything on the internet isn't real in my humble opinion.

The collar CAN be an object or a symbol. Although a play collar is more of an object. Usually, it's just put on the slaves neck for the duration of a scene. It contains no symbolic meaning or tie but that the slave will serve the dominant during their play session. The formal collar, is symbolic of the relationship. Usually made of gold or silver, it can be something beautiful and hard to attain for a slave. Ideally, this collar should be designed to satisfy the dominants taste and with the idea of passing in the vanilla world as just some jewelry. It proves its use in those D/s relationships where there needs to be a 24/7 collar on but needs to be hidden.

I think before any slave receives a collar, the significance should be broken down by her Master. If he sees it as signficant as to have it on you with a similar spirit as the Romans, then you should be honored that he wants to collar you.

I know I am new to the lifestyle and perhaps my thoughts may not count due to inexperience. But oftentimes I meet or speak to people who lessen the experience by making it so unimportant. I cannot for the life of me see myself collared to an online Master. It creates an unreal and unattainable situation for either. I would rather have it in living color. In real life. Hearing the collar clamp shut around a part of my body, be it of gold or silver or anything at all.

 
Finally a collar is to be treated with the same respect a marriage would be treated. It should be worn with pride as you should be so lucky as to have a Dominant want you collared to him. A slave should feel amazing, if not more beautiful now that she is collared. Her life full of purpose and a devotion only she knows to be true for her Master. :)


11/13/2010 7:06:36 AM

He calls her and the phone rings. Princess picks up and is standing in front of her husband. She couldn't resist but to want to hear his voice when she saw his number on the screen. He drives her crazy in ways she never thought possible. Her husband is a couple of feet away, concentrated on the latest video game. The children are all playing and running around wildly. Her house is filled with the usual jovial ambiance on a Tuesday evening. Princess is cooking her specialty...Rabo Encendido with Arroz Blanco and Tostones. Her kitchen is her refuge. Her hands create, make, bake, cook. She even taught herself how to roll sushi. Standing at a sushi bar for 45 minutes is quite the unconvential method to learn, but she taught herself nonetheless. There is very little she can take on. She motions for the kitchen and gives her husband an adoring smile. As she makes it to the stove, she picks up the call just in time for the last ring. "Hello", she speaks a bit nervous, aware that he is in the next room. "Hello, mi putica, how's my ass doing today?", his voice comes across the line collected, so sensual. His words permeate through her mind and she can already feel the heat rising from her cheeks. "I am doing wonderful Sir, thanks for asking", she replies, her eyes averting from the stove to the back of her husbands unsuspecting head. Princess' heart is now racing, her senses aware that at any moment she can get caught. "Who is it baby?", her husband asks distractedly. Princess motions with her hand that it is a prospective employer.

The conversation ensues....

"Are you available to speak to me?"

"Yes Sir".

"I know he is there. Keep your composure. Remember you must always put me first."

Princess begins to tremble inside. That all too familiar feeling she got when he spoke to her in that tone. She was a glutton for punishment when it came to her Master. Her silence would be taken as obedience.

"Good girl. You will answer me but not get yourself caught. Can you meet today for about fifteen minutes?"

"Yes sir".

"You must wear a dress. Long skirted. Show your cleavage to me. I want you looking beautiful for me. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir, I will send you the resume as soon as we end our conversation".

Her voice is trembling across the line. You would think her husband being her husband would know when his wife is nervous. But alas, he is distracted by slaying his opponent in a video game. She can already feel her clit throbbing with desire.

"You will meet me on the corner of 137th and 312th. I expect you to be there within the hour. If you do not meet me, I will make sure you will never forget this missed appointment. Do not wear any underwear and make sure your hair is in a tight ponytail. Is this understood?"

For Princess, his commands would be met regardless. She takes in a deep breath realizing what a connumdrum this has become and begins to think how to pull off a Master plan. Usually, she has time to prepare excuses, situations, alibies. She was really being put to the test here.

"Well Sir, I can have my resume faxed over within the hour. I would like to thank you for this opportunity to serve your company and look forward to speaking with you soon." Princess can hear her heartbeat throughout the house.

"Very well mi putica. There is a gas station there. Go to the back of it. And wait there for your Master. You must do as I say as my time is very limited. I will be greatly disappointed if you don't pull this off. Demuestrame que eres mia a todo momento."

He hangs up and she is left with her word in her mouth. Princess loves these little mindfuck games. He knows just how to get her going and what to say. Her mind can't help but wander at what he has in store for her. He was never a disappointment to her when they met. He always knew what to do to make her feel amazing. He knew just how to talk to her to get a rise from the folds between her legs. Princess lowers the heat on the food and begins to prepare herself for what she is going to tell her husband. Her mind scurries for excuses, the correct words, preparing herself and the tone of voice. Everything had to be meticulous. She wasn't into getting caught and ruining her life. Or his for that matter. Her husband was the type to make it extremely clear that her body should not be touched by another. He was a beast when men would stare at her. Princess could never really figure this out. When they married he knew she was an attractive woman, that men would stare. Her husband would prove to want to fight the world for her many a times. He saw her as his temple. His sacred ground. A man didn't exist to touch his wife.

Princess gathered her things and in her haste, she dresses in a pretty flowery long dress with black sandals. Her husband looks over at her with a quizzical look.

"Who was that love?"

"It was a job offering my love. I have to go a moment and send this resume to him by fax. He requested that I sent it because he couldnt open it in the email. I'm going to the library a moment to get it faxed my love. I turned down the stove and should be no more than twenty minutes."

After a few moments of silence and distraction by the game, he answers, "Okay baby, make sure you warm up the truck."

"Yes my love".

Princess gets the usb drive, throws it in her purse. Grabs the keys and turns on the truck. She is ready. She comes back into the house and kisses her husband adoringly, offering him a smile to hide the nervousness behind her green eyes. She seems so perfect, so amazing in his eyes.

As he bids her goodbye, she turns and walks out the door. The moment the hinge clicks behind her, she leaves that adoring wife locked in the house with her husband and children.

The whore has arisen.

As she gets in her truck and turns the corner, she accepts that she is meeting him. She switches from pure thoughts and cooking to servitude and use. As she passes the guards gate - she greets the men who oodle her everytime she passes by. Figure. She was the wife every guy wanted to bang at least once. Princess carried herself with respect. She had every single opportunity to cheat on him with a variety of men. From rich to poor. Successful to ghetto. Old and young alike. From all walks of life really. But inside her, it didn't exist to cheat on him for emotional reasons. She didn't want the drama either. She wanted to pursue what she most wanted...to serve and be of use. These men wouldn't understand. They'd see her as another mans wife to just bang and let go. Princess was so not going to play into that role. She was a strong woman with a great sense of self worth and respect. She loved her body and herself. She was confident, outgoing, and loved to offer an inviting smile to anyone she could. She was a girl that knew what she wanted and wouldn't accept anything less. There were times where she got discouraged and thought that it would never be possible to attain this, but alas, he was there to show her different now.

As she turns the corner, all her recollection and thoughts of the children and her homelife dissipate into nothing. She is no longer Maria. The hat has been hung up at home. She washes away thoughts of cooking and cleaning - replacing them with rather impure thoughts and a whore attitude. Every single time they meet - he takes something of her. She willingly gives it and wouldnt have it any other way. Princess calls him, and drives towards her destination. The call is not answered. It was odd that he had picked the corner gas station from her house. It was risky. This was the gas station where Princess and her husband would frequent. She would always say hello to the old man in the gas station. She loved the little bonbonsitos her husband would buy from there for her as a little token of his love for her. And this was the place he picked? Princess was confused. Why so close to her home?

Princess parks in the back of the gas station and puts on the radio to ease her nerves. Patrons go in and out and still no sign of him. She calls again, wondering if perhaps he had changed his mind. The call still goes unanswered. Princess turns on the radio and switches through the stations til something catches her attention. Her mind is now cluttered with thoughts of him. His scent was recollected in her mind from their first meet. The look in his eyes, his sadistic smile that draws her in. She catched herself smiling and looks back at herself through the rearview. She has been waiting now for 10 minutes. Princess recollects bits and pieces of her first meeting with him. The way he had made her feel made such an impact on her that it was quite hard to forget. Here she was, waiting at the back of a gas station, anxious to see him. She closes her eyes and makes her pussy throb for him. She yearned his touch and begins to play a small movie in her head of him using her. Princess had such creativity and imagination, that there existed this taboo world in her mind where he was King, and she his court jester.

He had parked behind her, with his truck at an angle. She notices him through the rearview and the corners of her mouth deliciously curl into a beautiful smile. Her eyes light up as he has arrived. He gets off his truck and goes to her. She slides her window down and says hello. His face is serious. Through his glasses, she can see his eyes pierce her own and this makes her deathly silent. Is she in trouble? There seems to be a certain anger brewing in his demeanor today. Or was she misreading him? His hands grabs the car door handle and opens it offering a hand to Princess. She smiles again, dismissing his attitude and speaks, "Hi, good to see you again." He helps her out of the truck.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

"No, sir"

"Come with me"

He grabs her by the arm, forcefully taking her to the other side of her truck. Princess is lost with words at the moment and absolutely none of this is making sense right now. What did she do to make him so mad? She becomes a bit scared, never having seen this side of him and she grows a bit worried. Instantly her mind races through her actions for the last two weeks to see if she offended or didn't listen to him correctly. Was she being punished? He presses her face against the truck with a swift movement of his arm on hers. Princess lets out a surprised gasp and her eyes grow wide. She knows better than to speak or say a single word without his permission. She had gotten here on time. She was wearing a long dress, with her cleavage showing deliciously. Her hair was loose.

That was it.

Her hair was loose. Not in a ponytail like he had intructed her to do so. She squints her eyes closed and accepts her fate unwillingly. Again, she speaks out of turn, "I'm sorry, I forgot to put my hair in a ponytail." He lifts her dress to right above her ass and lets go of an unforgiving loud smack against her left asscheek. Coincidentally she had a blue star with "Ericks All Star Wifey" on her left ass cheek. After they had been married for five years it had been an inside joke between the two that she should commemorate her ass to him by putting his name on it. That would make him feel like her ass was his even if she didn't let her husband fuck it. It did wonders for her husbands' self esteem and confidence, surely. She lets out a whimper and he robs her of her breath. Was the ponytail that much of an issue? She tries to look over her shoulder at him, and he has none of this. His hand wraps into her hair and he holds her there, with her ass bare for the world to see. She is desperate at this point and one single word comes from her mouth....

"Please".

She can feel her whole being humiliated. She trembles against him, his chest firmly pressed against her back. She can feel the buldge of his beautiful cock against her asscheeks through his pants. This excites her and she begins to realize that her pussy is oozing as it only does when he is around. She bites her lower lip trying to contain herself. She can feel him working himself out of his pants and freeing his cock from it's confines. Her immediate thought is that she will be made to suck his cock and massage it with her throat as punishment. The cold metal of the car's structure is pressed against Princess' beautiful face. Her master has an unforgiving look in his eye and a sadistic smile painted across his mouth. There is something  not right here. She senses it. He kisses her on the neck, nibbling passionately but without leaving a mark. It was in his best interest to keep her married and use her. If she were to leave her husband or get caught, the whole fantasy would go to shit. The whole purpose was to maintain her vanilla life intact, while he took her into a world she was never going to leave.

With his free hand, he spreads her asscheeks apart, rightfully touching what is his. His finger presses against her asshole, and he moans into her skin, knowing she loves those passionate sensations. Her eyes are wide, she is breathless - the world does not exist. Scared, she stands still and he can feel her trembling. This was his. His paradise. His secret getaway was her asshole. He cherished this prized possession more than any part of her body, with the exception of her mind. Princess' asshole was virgin territory. No one had been in there. His finger massages her asshole and Princess can't help but to be nervous as they are in a public place. They've been there perhaps only 10 minutes but to Princess it seems like an eternity. Those green eyes are darting around her environment. She goes from the Chevron sign, to the field in the back, to the blue of the sky and back to looking ahead as he has intructed her too. All this has been recorded in some file system in her minds' eye.

Suddenly and without warning, he presents the tip of his cock against her asshole. He lets go of her firm round asscheeks and presses against her slightly, making her whimper. A hand goes around her mouth collectively and presses down aggresively. Her heart is racing and she is drowned in a multitude of pleadings against his hand. His other hand maintains her posed against the truck by her hair. She can feel his member throbbing with desire. In a quick powerful gesture, he slides his cock inside of her, without ever stopping for her comfort. She screams into his hand and she can hear him grunt against her neck. He continues to invade her asshole until he is all the way balls deep in. Just one long unforgiving stroke deep into the crevices of such a tight little unused hole. Princess screams into his hand, writing against his body. She is pushing away from him and her hands in a panic go up to restrain him. He is a strong man and holds her against the truck. Princess looks ahead at the gas station and she presses her asscheeks firmly together as if to fight him out of her asshole. He holds his cock deep inside her and watches their surroundings carefully. Princess' face is hot. She is angry for some reason. There are tears collecting at the corner of her absinthe eyes. She breathes heavily against his hand and continues to writhe, not understanding what she's done. Her pert little asshole is stretched lovingly around his cock and throbs in pain against it, as if welcoming the raping. He remains there, hard as a rock, enjoying the sensation of having been the first dick to ever grace that part of her body. She had done such a good job at keeping her husband out for the last six years, but this was not the case with him. This was to be his.

All Princess can think of is what on earth did she do to deserve this. He begins to speak and comforts her, talking dirty to her but showing a bit of adoration to the whore that she is. He calls her his little putica, and ironically kisses her cheek and pets her. Slowly, he withdraws his cock inch by inch, making her feel the exertion. As the tip of his cock is pushed out, she trembles and tries to catch her breath. Princess is standing on her tip toes and slowly relaxes at the command of his voice. His hand is undone from her hair gently, and he brings her skirt over her plump ass and dresses her appropriately. There are tears in her eyes and in a shaky voice she asks, "Why?".....

He does not answer right away. He holds her chin with his hand and traces a single fingertip against the shape of her full mouth. She does not want to look at him and rather looks down in both shame and the sensation of humiliation. Her asshole hurts and has been ripped apart by a single thrust of his cock into her. He didn't even fuck her. It was a single deep long stroke inside. And still, she couldn't come up with a reason on why she was being punished. With a firm press, he raises her head and looks into her eyes. She catches the tears in her throat and feels a huge knot forming.  She does not want to show weakness. Her eyes betray her and she falls short as a single tear dances its way down her beautiful face. He loved her bedroom eyes and stared at them intently....

"This Princess, was simply an enjoyment for me. I wanted to slide into your asshole only once at a spot I know you frequent with him on a daily basis. Now every single time you come to this gas station, I want you to think of what you lost behind it like a dirty little whore. And really putica rica, it wasn't even that you lost it, but that I took it from you," he continues in a low collected and seducing tone, "I know it hurt you. This journey will make you hurt. It is my true intention to make you do things your mind cannot even conjure up."

He leans in and as a gift to her gives her a long drawn out passionate kiss. She at first, does not respond to it, wanting to defy him for having done this to her. The pain coursing through her asshole is so bad that she continues to tremble right where she stands. Nothing had gone up there. And this wasn't what she had in mind she when wanted to give up her asshole to him. She didn't understand. He on the other hand, enjoys her trembling, her suffering. Passionately, he makes her kiss him and she has no other choice but to give in. Kissing was one of her most favorite things to do. Her asshole throbs remnant of the pain left behind by the invasion. He simply pats her ass, and breaks the kiss, "Good girl".

As he turns, he walks to his car and leaves her there. She knows better than to move as he hasn't said anything. He gets in his car and turns it on, rearranging himself and looking in the mirror. He grabs something in his hand. As he pulls up to her, he extends his hand to her. She brings hers to his and he drops a little joint, as a sign of affection for the pain she's felt.  She cannot see his gaze through the glasses, and his stare is constant at her. He puts the car in drive and smiles at her, speaking his last words.

"You may go. Check your email tonight."

As he drives away, Princess finally feels the rush of the tears wet her face. She is in a state of disbelief. As she gets into her truck, she whimpers feeling the pain when she sits down. How is she going to go home and pretend nothing just happened? The pain is constant, burning. Is she even able to walk right? She drives home, wiping the tears and fixing herself up. It's time to put on her home hat. When she passes the guard gate, she is silent, her gaze fixed and doesn't offer a single hello when let in. As she turns the all too familiar corners of her neighborhood, she gathers her thoughts and begins to try and bury her thoughts. This time she can't. Her asshole doesn't let her forget what just happened. Deep down inside of her, there is a stir of emotions. She feels hurt because she didn't think it'd go down like this. Gratitude - because he stopped at one pump, really, it could have been worse. Servitude - because he has taken what is rightfully his even if it was for a second in time.

And finally pleasure - because the inner whore in her is wrapped up in a myriad of pleasure and satisfaction at the tought that someone was brave enough to just rape her little asshole for his pleasure.

She is home. She walks in gracefully, a loving smile to her adoring husband is offered and she is back to the vanilla world she knows - but with a resonant pain in her asshole reminding her of what happened.


11/11/2010 7:18:08 PM

As Princess parks her truck, the anxiety within her takes a hold of her. The nervousness she feels can't be forgiven. It may have to do something with the fact that for the very first time - she's mustered the balls to cheat on her husband. She wants this so very badly. If theres anything that a slave should have it's the willingness to be trained. Princess sprays on her cotton candy splash, a sweet smelling fragrance that reminds her of innocence. She checks her makeup in the mirror wanting everything to be so very perfect. As Princess lets herself out, she sees him walking into the hotel. He doesn't wait for her or address her. Confused, she walks in behind him and stands near him as if waiting for direction to begin. He speaks to the front desk agent in such a charismatic way that her smile is obvious to Princess. She doesn't feel a tinge of jealousy. In the end, it's her walking into the hotel room with him. He turns to her, piercing his gaze through her soul. His arm reaches for her and twirls against hers with a strong hold. He was directing her to walk and she was his instrument to do as told.

As they reach the elevator and enter, Princess stands quietly trying to calm her nerves. She knew he was owed some spanks and he had every intention on collecting. As soon as the doors close, he pushes against the wall in an agressive manner. It takes Princess by surprise and her heart is in her throat now. The excitement of being with a man that would take control of her is everything she ever wanted. But was she ready to take that plunge?

Princess stares deeply into his eyes and becomes lost in the pools of color. He leans forward and presses his mouth to hers, invading it with his tongue. She moans and is breathless by his kiss, consumed in the passion he displays. Their tongues wrestle and she brings her hands to his face to carress. He has none of this and her hands are met with an unforgiving shove. He breaks the kiss and whispers, "You only touch me when you are given permission". Princess' mouth displays a rather charismatic smile, her rosy mouth giving way to such pearly whites. He on the other hand is stern, posed, and disciplined. He didn't come to gain a friend but rather to train a whore. He pushes her forward and right before the ding of the evevator resonates, his hand makes it's way to her ass. He slides over the firm round butt cheek with a soft touch, but firm grasp. Princess cannot contain the storm he has stirred within. Who would have thought that meeting a single person for fifteen minutes alone would rise so many different emotions.

As Princess hears the door opening, her first instinct is to move away and compose herself. He however thinks she is rather childish and presses her against his body. His hand goes around her waist in a possesive manner. As they walk towards the room and pass several doors, Princess cant help but to think how many women have put themselves in this exact situation. Many women she knows wouldnt be brave enough to give themselves in this type of manner. Weeks ago she had spoken to her female confidants and gently pressed the topic of BDSM with them. Their way of understanding rough sex was if a woman really wanted it - she had issues. It was wierd for them to understand why a woman would want to get dominated, tied, used for the subject of someone else's pleasure. Cynthia, her closest friend thought this lifestyle was sick but admitted to trying some things of her own. In order for Princess not to offend her friends, the topic was never touched again.

He opens the door.

She is escorted inside with his hand at her waist still. When he comes in, he begins to speak about rules. Princess is so nervous that she cannot really sit still. She looks around the room and its obvious she's never really been in this situation. His voice is permanent in her mind now and every rule being spoken is falling on on intent ears. He presses his hand on the small of her back and makes her arms lace behind her back. "Spread your legs", he commands, and Princess does as such but not to his satisfaction. He slaps her ass firmly and commands again, "Spread wider". She does so, the shame feeling hot on her face. His hands carress either side of her face and he raises her head so that its up with pride, and poised for his pleasure. She remains still, wanting to satisfy him. Princess is shaking like a leaf. He had given her 15 seconds previously to undress before him. She stares straight ahead and listens to the lesson. Quietly she takes in his dominance, drinking from his presence. It makes her dizzy, wet with desire. He was so attractive to her. He had a suave presence, very sensual. He had confidence and talked to her as if he already knew he owned half of her without touching a finger. Her nipples were assaulted between his fingertips and he pressed and pulled without prejudice. Princess responded by filling the room with loud moans, accepting her fate slowly.

As Princess stands there, her eyes are wide in disbelief at how very real it all seems. She has just stepped out of fantasy and it all has become so very real to her. The pieces in her mind were connecting and all the information she had come across about BDSM was coming to life in front of her. When she felt him spank her, the adoration of a slave to her Master's pain was evident. She was evolving from a rather righteous girl....into the little whore she had only dared of dreaming about.   He looks into her eyes and makes the calculation out loud of how many paddles and spanks she owes him due to her cursing mouth. He had warned her about using bad words and a single word that irked him, "Bro". As he sits on the edge of the bed, he speaks to her about different training methods and things she is to expect of him and the lifestyle. She listens hanging off of every word he says, taking in what is to be her life from now on. He motions to come closer and when she does, he wraps his hand around her wrist. Beckoning her to lay forth, he places Princess over his knee delicately. "Keep your head lowered", he speaks lowly, and she does as she is told, the pool of raven hair billowing about her beautiful face.

The resonating slap comes quick, delivering a sound sting from the paddle onto her ass. She lets out a loud whimper, and her breath escapes her. Her heart is racing and again there is nothing that can stop Princess from feeling the nervous tickle deep down in her belly. He tells her to count them, "Everytime I spank you will count like this......1 sir....2 sir....and so forth. I will begin now". Princess replies, "Yes sir", and he gives her another blow to the ass. She squirms against him, her whole body feeling a rush of heat. She is trembling, "Yes sir. 1....Sir." As she continues to count, he delivers the paddle straight onto her ass with unforgiveness. He was determined to show Princess just how much he hated those little bad words. Be it in English or Spanish. By the time he is done, Princess' ass is flushed with color and stinging. She squirms, breathless, unbelieving that it has happened. She felt it. She felt herself succumbing. She felt as if drunk on life without ever having touched alcohol. His hands move over her body and seduces her skin with such a demanding touch.

Princess takes it all in. And she memorizes every single detail of him. It was amazing how she felt shy with him at all times. She was humiliated by letting him do these things, yet felt beautiful serving him. There was a moment in the meeting where he caught her staring at him in a manner that was perhaps adoring at the moment. He assured her that she must never feel  emotion through this lifestyle and that people tend to sometimes really give into their emotion. This was definitely not the case for Princess. After he had used her the way he did, she was simply admiring the power he had within his hands over her. She was looking at the man that was going to make her into a masterpiece. To her, it was as if he really didn't know the importance of having taken this step. Princess had battled for a long time with these fantasies and it took her a while to stop being so hard on herself for the things she had fantasized. She was married and could only be capable of loving her husband in the way that a woman loves an amazing man. But to him, she could offer loyalty, servitude - give herself mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually. And of course....who could forget her delicious virgin ass. Nothing had been up there. Her husband had tried it and his roughness made it so unpleasant that he had only put the tip in. It was to be her gift to him as a show of gratitude for bringing her into the lifestyle. Afterall, as much as he was leaving an impression on her - she wanted to give him a part of her that was truly untouched.


11/10/2010 5:58:45 PM

As Princess parked her truck, she looked around and was greeted by the too familiar logo of Starbucks gleaming back at her. It was smiling at her as if to know why she was there. She had stood him up in a series of moments gone wrong in a week. It had to have been her worst week ever. With the constant worry of all that was being dumped on her plate, her personal life had taken precedence over the matter. Each time she had promised. Given her word. She had fallen short and felt the loss of him being her potential suitor. She doesn't recollect anyone having come this close to being it. Not only for his good looks, but his sincerity with her. The willingness to be patient and really go the distance at attaining her. His honest answers to her every curiosity about the lifestyle. This was her second and only chance to impress him.

 Princess wore a black dress, and black high heels. She had follow his instructions
to be clean, shaven, pink or white g-string only, and BE THERE ON TIME. He had also reminded her of how he hated bad words and by the phone the previous evening - warned her- she owed 60 spanks and 8 of them with a paddle.

A paddle.

This resounded through the whole conversation and stuck with Princess. How would she take to that? In her minds eye, she recited situations, collected images from her countless hours watching porn. Her imagination made her hear the resonating thud that would connect with her ass but she could only imagine the sting it produced. Would it be the cold calculating blow of a leather paddle? Or the stiff firm blow of a wooden paddle? After the conversation was over she sensed a pool of heat collecting in between her legs. Princess thought - of being bent over his knee. Her neck held down so as her head would be forcefully made to look to the floor. The bulge of his stiffening cock delectably pressed against her belly, letting her know this pleased him. Would he have a stern look on his face? Or would it be an adoring gaze, lovinglysubmitting her to something she knew was inevitable?

....Surrender.

She gathers her thoughts quickly and jumps out of the truck with her laptop in hand. The waft of coffee infiltrates her nose and welcomes her to have a seat and spend thoughts for a while. She opens her laptop, putting down her purse and getting comfortable. Her eyes search the Starbucks' lobby for inspiration. There are other patrons there chit chatting about and recollecting some pase joke. Princess' green eyes take in her surroundings as she's always done, studying them carefully. She knows when she begins to write, all this will disappear as if she's sitting in a white box. Writing was her escape, and bondage would be her guilty pleasure. Her fingertips tap quickly on the keys, spurring out a story from this writers mind. The words mold perfectly on the screen and she begins to lose herself in the story.

She writes of a woman and her sexual experiences down a long journey on the road to BDSM. She can only imagine what she writes but known to none - she writes what she wants to happen to her. If only dreams had the power to become real she thinks. Princess takes a sip of her coffee as the music drowns out of her mind. She begins to see her character lift off the screen and she can almost touch her in her imagination. She writes of her meeting someone and being taken by him in a manner she would never dare do. The lobby is getting a little warm - especially inside Princess. Patrons come and go and she loses herself in the world she has come to call home - writing. Absent are the clatters of dishes and cups from her mind, and she  begins to ignore the annoying cashier's request for time off.

Princess' mind wanders and she loses track of time. She's been writing for a good twenty minutes now. He on the other hand, was parking. Through the window, he admired her, watching her flip her raven locks away from such an expressive face. He watched her intently, studying her demeanor before getting out of his car. As he stepped inside, he ordered coffee and took a seat across the room from her. She did not notice. Consumed in her writing this was the perfect chance for him to just be in her presence without becoming a distraction to her. The keys were pressed with urge as the words were spilling from her mind through her heart and onto the screen. He laced his fingers together and pressed them lightly against his mouth, enjoying her sight. He drank the vision of her legs crossed, the pallid flawless skin, any minor detail that he'd find attractive was registered in a folder in the back of his memory for later use. Sipping his coffee, he began to grow comfortable and remained silent and unnoticed to Princess. Oh my, was he going to have fun with her. This is exactly the type of woman he wouldnt mind ordering around. She was married, belonged to another. Her inner whore was calling out to him, and he was listening loud and clear. In his mind, he had tied her up in endless ways, making her body writhe and ache for him. He fast forwarded to select images of her doing things for his satisfaction only. For the sheer pleasure of knowing she has pleased him. The thought drove him mad but his composure was too great to fail him. Afterall, a Master never shows his subject weakness. He must show passion because its in human nature to lust and desire a partner. He will show her she is beautiful, but in his own perverse way. He knows Princess is dangerous. He must NEVER let her feel that she has the upper hand. He knows well she will walk all over him.Princess was always used to men doing what she wanted, succumbing to her whims and wants, all because she knew how to drive men to do things for her. It was in her blood. She could get a rise out of any man. All she had to do was flash her signature smile and act sweet, as if dripping in a pure honey glaze. Many men have fallen victim to her seduction - he was determined to be the exception. 

She bit her bottom lip and continued to describe the heroine in her story surrendering. For a moment, she stops typing and realizes that her mind has gone off wandering about how exactly would she feel if it would happen. The absinthe color in her eyes relinquish a sparkle of curiosity and she sips her coffee. She looks at the time and notices that he isn't here yet. Leaning against the chair, Princess comes to the conclusion that perhaps he stood her up to teach her a lesson. An eye for an eye is it not? Taking in a deep breath, her frustration is exhaled with a small sigh. Her eyes jump from patron to patron and for a few seconds - she connects a gaze with him. Unbeknowest to her, she looks away, offering a small friendly smile and continuing to lose herself in her work. Another sip of coffee is taken and she chews on her bottom lip. Was she being stood up? She clears her throat and taps away at the keys. Her character has been consumed, and she begins to describe how much so. Princess is suddenly interrupted by a Barista. His name plate gleamed "Anthony" and he excuses himself for bothering her. Instantly, her mind is frozen and all her imagination is shattered like a snow cone on concrete.

 Polite as she is, she tells him there are no apologies needed. He hands her a small paper folded and places a small cup of coffee in front of her. It was the same she was having. A quizical look befalls the Barista from her, and he doesn't offer a single explanation. She unfolds the note and her eyes drink in every single word. "After you are done with this cup of coffee, you will go into the bathroom and remove your underwear, dumping them in the trash". Her mouth curled into a chesire cat grin and instantly her eyes darted from patron to patron. He was a very smart man and slipped away into the bathroom knowing she would search for him in the lobby. Princess' heart skipped a beat and heat flushed from the center of her head down to her toes and through the very fiber of her being. She was scared but at the same time welcomed that fear. Irrevocably she had agreed to show and she was here. The rest of her fate would be decided after this rondevous. She stood, smoothing out her skirt and her heels tapped on the tile towards the bathroom. He cherished her walk with each step, admiring her big beautiful ass. Oh the things that were brewing  in his head were endless. She passed right by him. His mouth was twisted into a cynical grin and in his eyes the fervor of wanting her was illustrated amongst the hue of colors. He followed her with his gaze until she disappeared into the womans bathroom. The door shut behind her and he could already feel his penis pressed agressively against his jeans.

Inside the
bathroom, Princess locks the stall door and spreads her legs obediently. She grabs either side of her gstring and releases it from her curvy body. Her ass had swallowed up the g-string and her ass unwillingly lets it go. Dancing her legs from each side, she grabs the g-string and tosses it inside the trash. She stops herself from reaching for the stall door and leans against it. Could she really go through this? Was she actually taking the step into what she really wanted? You see, inside Princess lived a small fear. This was the fear of liking this lifestyle too much. What if she surrenders and it's so powerful that it creates a monster? Bad enough as it is, she was getting her hands on any and all information about the BDSM lifestyle. She sank her mind into the confines of blogs belonging to Masters and slaves alike. She had found herself researching different topics and training methods. The more she read, the more she knew she belonged.

When she walks outside into the lobby, he is already sitting there, hiding himself behind a newspaper. He pretends to read and watches her walk across the room. Only he knows the shame she feels of having thrown her underwear away at his single command. Princess feels slightly humiliated and panic almost strikes her as she wonders if the Barista had read the paper! What if he knew that she was in the bathroom taking off her underwear? Carefully, she looks for the Barista with her eyes to see any strange reaction or stare coming from him. He, on the other hand was too busy brewing and mixing to even care what the paper said. Her cheeks collect rosy hues and she begins to blush. How could he play this mindfuck with her like this? Where was he? Another discriminate look is perused around the patrons faces and she cannot tell for the life of her where he is. This gets her all too nervous. At this point, its futile to even try and write as he has captivated her attention away from her heroines star scene.

She closes her laptop shut and sits back, drinking and enjoying the cup of
coffee he has sent her. She wonders if he is pleased with what she sees and remains still, as if in direct line of a preys attack. This is how a mouse must feel when he lies still a few feet away from a hungry cat and is noticed. Her heart is beating rather quickly, the pulses raising her pressure. She feels excited but at the same time scared. This is exactly why she needed someone to take control and not accept no for an answer. Princess has always wanted this, but needed someone to kick her off that ledge she had grown comfortable holding onto. Besides, she had already vested years in burying all those nasty thoughts and fantasies with the mere excuse that they were wrong to think of.

He stands, and drops the paper on his table. Princess' eyes raise and catch onto his gaze immediately. They lock eyes and he walks towards her with a stern look on his face. His dominant presence has consumed her and she remains taken back by hus presence. He leans down and presses his mouth against her ear ever so gently. He takes in a deep breath, taking a wiff of Princess into his recollection. She sits still, heart racing, the reality of all this setting in quicker than she can process it. She doesn't know what to say and he holds himself from speaking for a few seconds as if to gather his jumbled words in order. "Get in your car, and follow me", he speaks into her ear. He kisses her cheek adoringly, and walks out of the Starbucks lobby. Princess collects her things quickly, in a haste not to get on his bad side. He hates waiting and has made it clear that things will go his way through several conversations. As she hops into her truck, she turns it on and deep down inside there is a battle brewing. At any given moment in time she knows she can easily turn the truck away, go back home to her vanilla life - once again stopping her from committing the obvious. On the other hand, that dark part inside of her wages an impressive war. She dreams of being tied down, forced, paddled ; serving him and only him with pure devotion only a true slave would have. Of being used for his pleasure, and of taking on anything his heart had so desired for her to do. She dreams of being his guilty pleasure and secret, something he savors and fine tunes with time. Princess wants him to take her as she is, break her down, and build her back up again in the likeness of the perfect slut for him.She wants to be his masterpiece.

She follows him and he turns into a hotel parking lot.....Princess grows nervous....this is the beginning of her end.

 

 

 


11/9/2010 9:57:39 PM

It's almost one in the morning. Im sitting at my dining room table with the laptop in front of me. Im sitting nude. I just took a hot relaxing shower. I have so many things on my mind about this lifestyle. I'm asked constant questions about what I am into, what are my limits, do I know what this and that means? Have I ever been collared? And of course questions of my own....What is subspace? How do I know I've reached it? And electroshock play?! Are you serious?!

I am new to this lifestyle. I knew it existed since I was 16. However, I was raised in a family where a woman who wants out of the ordinary sex is a whore. She is degraded and humiliated for being a sexual being. My culture shuns a woman to have a high sex drive. We must be dainty little housewives, correct in upbringing, total moral values on high........I must have missed this seminar. LOL.

I on the other hand think a woman should be an amazing housewife. She must be her husbands pride in all that she is. From her hair, to her grace, to the way she carries herself, to how she dresses. She must always outshine and be admirable in the eyes of all her husbands peers. But behind closed doors....She must want to satisfy. She must want to give in. The word no does not exist in her vocabulary. She wears provocative clothing knowing she is beautiful and attracts attention easily. Her hair the color that drives hubby wild. She must suck, swallow, scream, moan, let it all out, surrender to all those dirty fantasies she's made to outcast.

Today, I've read soooo much on BDSM and the lifestyle. I have found one single person to be a wealth of information to me. And I feel extremely comfortable asking him these things. He does not advise me to persuade me to do the act, but rather so that I feed of his knowledge and grow with him. He's like a search engine at my fingertips! :)

Im beginning to realize that in this lifestyle honesty is a turn on. Before, I was shy to say I am new. But now I scream it at the top of my lungs and beg for information. Could this be the release of that guilty feeling that haunts me? You know the one. Where you are turned on and masturbate to the lifestyle.....yet.....feel bad about the nasty little things you think of yourself doing.

I am embracing that beautiful princess whore who is begging to be let out. Im just afraid of what might happen once she's out.


11/8/2010 7:58:25 PM

I want a little miniature chihuahua sooooo bad! <3


11/8/2010 7:53:49 AM

Princess let out a baffled moan, grunting as she failed to register what was going on. She couldn't think right and her mind was a haze. Her eyes couldn't focus correctly and it was rather dark in the room. She definitely wasnt in her Excursion. Panic seeped deep within and her eyes grew wide as she realized something was holding her back from screaming. She moved her neck in a circular motion, well; as much as the ball gag would allow her to move. She was getting scared. Her heart rate increased, and adrenaline was beginning to pool throughout her body. Her first instinct was to fight.  Tightly bound rope held her hands behind her back and above her round ass. Her arms were sore from being in this position, and now she began to whimper helplessly. Pools of tears were beginning to form in her beautiful expressive green eyes. She tried blinking them away and struggled to get free. Her ankles were bruised and tied, she remembered a certain struggle, but then everything gets hazy. Princess takes a deep breath, her eyes close.....she is out again.


                                           

                                            She stirrs. He sits silently, at the foot of the bed. His legs are crossed, and he is drenched in masculinity. His hands are on his lap, one of them holding a square looking remote. He is dressed in black. It is clear why a woman would succumb to his handsome looks and charmismatic way. His eyes - drunk with her vision and swirling with what only a Master can describe as admiration for his newly found posession. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and presses a button on the remote. She stirs again, moving her head slightly. Her hair is loose and pools as a crown of black and red strands around her pale expressive face. She looks perfectly placed, an offering to himself - his doll. Inside, he has set motion to a vibrator - her insides succumbing and betraying her - she can feel her pussy tighten and throb against it greedily. He watches her intently, enjoying her, taking in how beautiful her curvy body looks ravaged in ropes and restraints. He has now taken her to a place she had only dreamed of.


                                             Her eyes open wide as she regains conciousness. Her eyes are still blurry and she can feel something inside of her shaking her insides. Instantly, she begins to cry, realizing that she's quite in a bind and whoever is around is close. She whimpers against the ballgag, and tries to focus. She feels drugged. Princess squirms on the bed and as she takes a closer look, she realizes there are rose petals on the bed along with bills in different denominations. She moves more violently now, and suddenly - her eyes lock on the figure at the foot of the bed. She screams against the gag, and he stands walking closer to her. He says not a single word. The room is dimmed enough that she cannot make out his face. There are a few candles lit. On the table, a glass of wine, a bottle and a small box with a bow. She doesnt see these things however, and tears are glistening deliciously against her face. She shakes her head no and tries to ready herself to sit by rocking her body. Relentlessly, she looks at him wanting him to take pity. She was a beautiful curvy woman and knew how to always use this to her advantage. Most men would be afraid to speak to her. And many of them would surrender to her charm and do her bidding. Oh Princess, this was so not the case. He leans in closer to her and breaths against her rosy cheek. A hand gently carresses her collarbone and her breathing becomes labored. She is now genuinely scared. 

                                       
                                             Like some primal instinct, he could smell the fear in her. Her skin  was baby soft and gentle against his rough hand. He loved to touch her but held himself back a lot so as to never compromise his dominance. It was a priviledge to feel his touch. Inside, he felt the heat rise from deep within. The sensation that this human being was being forcefully taken for his pleasure. He had a plan with Princess. She was a beautiful woman, but perhaps a bit too spoiled for her own good. She had never been in the prescence of a man of his stature. He commanded respect with his sheer voice. With a simple gaze. With just being in the same room as her. Her rubbed her chin softly and turned off the device. Her tears were welcomed here, and as a matter of fact encouraged. He turned the vibrator on. He watches her writhe. His eyes make contact with Princess and he realizes how she is trying to win him over manipulatively. Suddenly, his hand makes a connection with her asscheek, hard and determined to bring an unforgiving blow to her skin as well as her spirit. He repeats this three more times, as if to wake her forcefully from her drugged state. His lips curl into a chesire cat grin, pleased by the heat that her skin surrenders. With each blow, she whimpers - a tornado of anger and defiance billowing beneath Princess' intent. Angry because she didn't think this would be taken so far. She didn't think he would really make this happen. And defiance because she was NOT going to give in. She would not allow this to come easy. If she was to surrender, it would be by force. She was too great to just give in to any old Dom or Master. He was to take it. To make her understand that this was the way. And that there was no end. Once she took the step of meeting him - it was all over.  His thirst for her tears grew stronger. He wanted her to cry and beg for him. To be a part of her very fiber. Break her down and tame her.


                                                   The tears were coming down quick and hot now. Her eyes were glaring at him as she jumped with every blow to her asscheek. The more she moved the tighter the ropes got. This made her feel so helpless. Princess took in deep breaths, her heart racing. But even then, there was the betrayal of her beautiful fat pussy - it had grown wetter than anytime she could recollect. The pools of paradise between her legs were moist, heated and inviting to a Master such as him. Princess tried to calm herself, in her mind repeating, "Relax, this is what you've always wanted", but nothing she could think of could calm her state of being. Her hands were hurting and she was desperately pleading against the ball gag. It all fell on deaf ears. He walked away from her sight and she squinted away the tears. She had gotten herself into a very scary situation and she was beginning to have second thoughts. She tried moving her her head to search for him in the darkness of the room. Failure.  Again, the invading vibration began between her legs and she pressed her thighs together firmly. She was fighting against the sensation and suddenly it intensified. Deep within the crevices of her tight pussy, the vibrator made her insides surrender little by little. There was a part of her however - slowly awakening - a small voice deep within. She ignored it and continued to fight against the feelings he was making her feel. She continued to beg him against the ball gag, spit forming at the corners of her mouth.


                                                   He had taken refuge in the darkness of the room. He had picked this room specifically because he could see her from that corner without her knowing he was even really observing. He felt the power course through his veins and his cock was hard and begging to be let out. He knew exactly what he wanted and it was to consume her very being. He wanted to enslave her pussy, mind, heart and soul. He leaned against the wall and stroked himself slightly. He was becoming aroused at her fighting. This is what he wanted. For her to never lose her spark. He turned off the vibrator and set the remote to the side. When he reached her bedside, their eyes locked instantly and she was mesmerized by the way he pierced so deep into her. There was a connection there. An unspoken trust existed. This time he placed either hand on each knee and motioned for her to spread her legs. Tied at the ankles, he assisted her and looked down upon her pussy with great approval and hunger. He maintained his composure and made her suffer for the touch. With great ease and confidence he began to remove the vibrator from her sopping wet pussy. He smiled at the betrayal manifested and kissed her pelvis adoringly. His left hand would run a single fingertip from her wrist to her chin in slow motion. She trembled but dared not to move, her eyes still locked on his intently. "This is your surrender Princess....and you've chosen it unwillingly. You are mine. There is no escape. There is no turning back. No regrets. No lies. No pity."...............To be continued.







11/6/2010 1:15:19 AM

I am so upset. I cannot sleep.


11/5/2010 4:02:55 AM

Whats the one thing that fascinates you about me? Do tell! :)


11/4/2010 4:59:07 AM

Why is it that when you respond to a message, there are some who expect you to submit for merely answering! It's unrealistic that you'd want me to call you Master when I've never met you or submitted. Its like a cheap surrender. Please, if I havent stated that I am yours, dont ask me to do things for you. Im at a getting to know you phase. I will choose who to surrender to. Thanks.


11/3/2010 8:04:58 PM

I bit my lower lip as I left the conversation with him. I was drunk with desire and somehow the words on the screen seemed to dissolve into my minds concious. I wanted every single thing he described. "Focus", he said, "Your only want is to please me". The words are resounding in my mind and I repeat them in my head. A geisha. Funny he should mention it. I find their lifestyle so sexy and beautiful. As if art. I closed my laptop and I felt the world of moist between my thighs. As I stood up I prepared myself for bed. Once I did the round about the house and checked on the kids, I slid into my vanilla bed with bondage dreams.....Mmmm.


11/3/2010 6:54:53 AM

Another fantasy....

He tells me to meet him at a hotel of his choosing. I do as instructed following his instructions in a previous email to me. When I arrive, I knock on the door and straighten out my dress. Im in a creme colored v-neck long dress. It looks ravishing on my curvy body and displays my back and breasts deliciously. When you open the door, there is silence in the room and you instantly bring me in by the wrist and kiss me desperately as the door slams shut against my ass. I smile into the kiss, feeling like I've come home. Your kiss is intense, hungry, full of lust for me. Your whispering how you love that I am your prized posession and how I am to serve you. I whimper into the kiss as my bottom lip gets caught between your teeth greedily. I can already feel the heat beginning to pool between my legs. Suddenly, theres a click at my wrists and my eyes open widely. Did you just handcuff me? Your hand makes its way to my hair and your voice grows quite demanding as you whisper "Come serve me, you know well what your purpose is." You place a blindfold over my eyes and I am bewildered with the intensity of the moment. Hands come across my breasts groping me hungrily and I feel someone step behind me and begin to undress me. I get real nervous and ask, "Is there someone else here?" You quiet me with a ballgag and I am shoved towards a bed. You bring my hands above my head and connect the cuffs to the bed somehow. By this time, I am angry, I dont know what's going on and I've come here for a "sweet surprise" as you put it. I thought you were going to pamper me! I get a little agressive and try to squirm to the point where you cant tie me right. Your hand makes a resounding slap against my mouth and you place a piece of tape over it. My cries are muffled now. My pretty makeup is running down my beautiful face and I am fretting in my mind at what you might do next to me. I know there  is someone in the room. They have just refused to speak, or was it you that told them they couldnt speak? You come and sit right next to my face, whispering in my ear so many dirty things. I'm still upset at you and you can see it in my body language. Your press my nipple between your fingers and pinch hard to get a loud scream out of me. "That wont be nothing compared to what you're getting in a few moments". I can't see or speak. And you have me tied. My pussy is throbbing and sopping wet and you admire the curves of my body. I can hear you whisper something but cannot make out what you've said. You lick the side of my face and begin  to suck on my neck gently, leaving no marks. Afterall, you know Im married. You suck on my ear, and lick it talking dirty and asking me yes or no questions. If I say something wrong, you continue to pinch my nipples. I whimper and moan against the tape, my arms pressed against the cuffs and giving me pain. Suddenly, I feel someone climb over me. He presses his skin against me and I can feel him grabbing his shaft with his hand and rubbing it against my moist pussy. I am ashamed that my pussy is wet and hope you wont notice. You continue to kiss me and tell me that I am your little Princess Brat, your good little girl. I feel the tip of his head beginning to intrude past my pussy lips. My breathing becomes labored and I dont understand what is going on. You do your best to assure me. Instantly, there is no forgiveness, you've given the cue. With this, I feel a rather large throbbing cock slam well and deep into my pussy. I scream violently against the tape. You know I've never taken anything above 6ish. I arch my back with pain and you continue to touch me and comfort me, kissing my cheeks, wiping the tears. I am even more mad now that you've used me this way. Without even touching me! Who do you think you are?! He pounds away at my cunt, I can feel his heavy breathing in my other ear. I cant see or speak and this makes me desperate. All of a sudden he stops and pulls out. Im restless and out of breath. You lean down and whisper....."I have a gift for you lovely, just to show how much of a great fuck I think you are". He slams deep into me again, and stays inside, making me lose control. My pussy lips clamper down and you are told I am almost ready to climax. Im complaining still under my breath and against the tape. Softly, you place earrings into my ear, you are careful and gentle. You tell me how beautiful I look and once again a ravage pounding ensues for your pleasure. You are there, petting me, whispering in my ear. As if I'm some fine specimen of breed and I have won a dog show for you. I am deserving of your praise, but your infinite whore. He splatters warm cum all over my chest. You rather enjoy seeing me this degraded. Once he is done. He comes to me and kisses me on the cheek. He leaves us alone. You grab a towel and clean the mess he left on my chest but arent ready to let me go just yet....Afterall I have to be home in three hours with food on the table and you've got some using to do. :)


11/3/2010 5:19:31 AM

Thank you all for your messages complimenting me on my story. It's just another example of how a Master can be a thousand miles away and still have such control over your mind, body, heart, and soul. A master should not ever limit himself with distance but use it to his advantage I suppose. By the way.....What is subspace?


11/2/2010 7:00:16 AM

Older men turn me on. I dont know why. No offense to younger men, some of you are just as sexy. :) But there's something about a much older man in bed with me that makes me feel oh so dirty.


11/2/2010 5:39:20 AM

Another fantasy:

My phone rings. I'm struggling between making dinner, the kids, and hubby screaming something about the vacuum. My day has been pretty hectic and I've been running errands all day for the family. I'm cooking a five course meal, taking out the dog, changing a diaper, telling the kids to stop running and my phone won't stop ringing. When I pick up, I am interrupted by a woman asking me if I am Maru. I reply yes and she asks for me to please get a pen and paper. I ask what this is in reference to. She simply says "Master sent me". Instantly, there is a wetness between my pussy lips and I can feel my clit throb at the mere mention. My eyes sparkle as I search for the pen and paper wondering what he has in store for me. She gives me the address and I write it down. She says I have until midnight to show up or the address is null and void. Quickly my mind begins to scheme on a million excuses to get me out of the house today. I wont disappoint Master.

As I gather my things to go and finish everything ever so quickly, I tell my husband I am going to my girlfriends house to go hang out and have a girls night. I should be back shortly. I'll be bringing a present. :) Little does he know. I hop into my Excursion and turn on the truck. As I'm letting it warm up, I flip the visor down, check my make up, and in my head - a million possibilities run through my mind. Will he be there? What does he have planned? Am I being punished or rewarded? The girl on the phone didnt say anything but the adress and that I should wear an old tshirt and jeans. When I drive away from home, somethng washes over me. I have just left my alter ego Betty Crocker in the house with her husband and kids. She's still back there being little suzie homemaker. But not me....

The whore inside me steps on the pedal, excited to know what she's got in store for her. It's always a good thing when Master does these naughty things. I would be an idiot not to listen! I can still feel my pussylips deliciously wet and I cannot touch it because Master hasnt given me permission.

When I arrive at my destination, I am greeted by a woman. She's voluptious, pretty face, something about her makes me think that perhaps she wants me at my feet. When I go into her place, there is music, wine chilled and poured, cheeses and crackers, and in the middle of the room I notice hair products. Now, it's gotten interesting. She offers me a glass of wine, and I take it introducing myself. She quiets me with a soft long drawn out kiss. Master would know that kissing girls makes his little slut WAY horny. I ask her if I am here to do her hair. She says no, and continues to explain that Master wanted my hair a certain color and way. This time he's chosen my hair to be black on top with tips in aqua and blue. I remain quiet and wonder about the odd colors. I hate standing out in a crowd. Its bad enough I stand out for having such a round big bottom. I know better to complain tho.

Before she begins to mix the dyes, she tells me to remove all of my clothing from the waist down and to bend over the salon chair. I do as told and lower my eyes to the ground wondering what the fuck is going on. When I bend over, I make sure to bend my ass out as if Master was there for the taking. I feel her fingers, lubricated, and she begins to press against my asshole. I let out the most satisfying moan. Why? Because I've never had a dick up there and just her touch is driving me crazy. She orders me to spread my legs even more. I whimper but do as I am told. I would hate for this bitch to go back to Master and tell him I didnt do what was told of me.

She spreads my asscheeks and begins to kiss the small of my back. Complimenting my tattoos, she bites my ass and begins to toy with my asshole, sliding the tip of her finger in. I look over my shoulder and complain to take it slow as I am a little nervous. The little bitch shoves her finger deep in my asshole even if it hurts. I let out a loud whimper but when I raise my head, I see a little flashing red light coming from her entertainment....ITS A FUCKING CAMERA.

I panick. I'm a married woman, I dont want my face on film or camera! This could ruin my life! I ask her to turn it off and she leans over, sweetly whispering her threat "Now I need you quiet for the rest of your visit, or I will make sure to stretch your asshole out." As her finger is pressing into my asshole, I can feel my asshole clench all around her finger. This pleases her and she continues to talk about doing my hair as if nothing is going on. I'm so wet right now that I'm scared I might just gush without permission. She removes her finger and I feel a hard plastic something against my asshole now. I am not allowed to look over my shoulder and she continues to kiss my back and bite my asscheeks. She tells me to stay calm and squirts cold gunk onto my asshole. Slowly, she begins to press this plastic cylinder against my asshole. It begins to hurt but she does it slow. She tells me of the first time she wore an anal plug and how it hurt her too. I'm trying not to look weak now, and supress some whimpers. THAT SHIT IS BIG!

My pert little asshole defies me and begins to swallow the plug. I think this girl is going to orgasm off inserting this in me. As soon as it's all the way in, she's telling me to take deep breaths and to remember why I am here. I nod and do as I am told KNOWING he is taping me and will be making sure I follow orders. She tells me to sit and I am hesitant...how do I sit with this thing inside my asshole? It already hurts! She pinches my nipples and kisses me again, rubbing my pussy lips only to get her fingers wet. She smears my pussy juice against my mouth and we kiss passionately before she slowly slits me down into the chair. She goes to the kitchen and I am squirming endlessly. I cannot sit still. It's hurting but at the same time it's feeling sooooo good.

When she comes back she has rope in her hand. Now wait a minute, I get a little scared at restraints so why would he put her up to this? She smiles and keeps talking about the hair products while she ties my hands and convinces me to stop squirming so much. Now I am sitting in a chair, in just a tshirt, with my hands tied to the chair, and my asshole is just puckering at the invasion of the plug. She spreads my legs and licks it only but a few times. She says I taste delicious. She puts on an apron, and continues to do my hair. All sex acts have stopped for now. She speaks to me of things she wants to get done, and we talk about sex. The whole convo is provocative and shes so sweet she feeds me wine and cheese. She sets my hair up and is done coloring it, it needs to stay on for at least 45 minutes to an hour. Suddenly, she sits at my feet and I look into her eyes. She begins to kiss me from my ankle all the way to my knees, biting them because she was instructed. I squirm, and giggle, but try not to move so much as my asshole hurts. She spreads my legs and kisses my thighs, my heart is pounding out of my chest. I try to fight the restraints because what I really wanna do is shove her face in my pussy but I can feel the rope burning my wrists when I move. I let out a long awaited moan, and just lean my head back. All I can think of is about the genius that set this up and his amazing attention to detail. Instantly, her tongue finds my clit and she begins to suck on it hungrily, I arch my back and ask her if I am allowed to cum. She says no and continues to eat my pussy hungrily, its feeling so good that now I am fighting myself not to cum. She inserts fingers in me, pinches my nipples, uses me, her mouth hungrily sucks on my clit and lips. She bites my lips, a weakness I have. Im writhing in my seat now, fighting that urge, begging the higher powers to not let me slip. I'm on camera...I cant fail him! She moans into my pussy, finger fucking it, I can feel the clenching of my asshole on the plug and suddenly I arch my back and let out a loud moan and I flush her mouth with orgasm. Her finger fucking has become more agressive and Im letting out an orgasm right in her mouth. I have failed. She continues to suck nonstop and I begin to squirm even more telling her I am way too ticklish after I cum. She doesn't stop. Im begging her, and all she can do is eat my pussy and finger fuck me. Her eyes are locked on mine. I feel the wave of heat course through my body and in between my legs. She stops momentarily, and gets the phone. She called him! YOU BITCH! He's on the phone now asking me questions that I must answer appropriately. He asks so many things. And when he asks if I have orgasmed, I am honest and say yes. This gets my Master quite mad. He tells the girl to stop eating my pussy and she does as told licking her mouth. I feel like I fucked up. He is angry. He tells her to remove the anal plug. And to take him off speaker. She is given instructions. When she finishes with my hair, it looks amazing! But she isnt letting me up from the chair yet. She puts everything away and spreads a blanket on the floor. She undoes the rope and tells me to lay face down on the floor, with my face against the floor. YUCK. Instantly I protest, I may be a slut, but a bonafide princess for sure.

She stares at me as if I just insulted her and I have no choice to lay on the floor with my face pressed against the floor. I see her put on a strap on and she marks my hands with chalk on the floor. The big dildo hanging from her strap on is amazing. Its thick and veiny. Like the real thing. She squirts lube on it and begins to jack it off. She squirts lube in my asshole and rubs it in with her fingers, tickling me. I moan and know that today, Master will have my asshole fucked for the first time. Here I am - Me. The princess. On the floor. Face down. With lube in my asshole. In some strangers house. "The moment you move your hands from the chalk outline, I will pound your asshole hard as instructed by your Master, understood?" I whimper and get real nervous thinking that maybe this lifestyle isnt for me afterall. I complain, and continue to be a brat, but never moving my hands from the outline. She moans and lays on top of me, inserting the very tip into my asshole. I close my eyes tight and let out a loud moan, begging her to go slow. Somehow I think by explaining to her that I am new to this, she will understand and take it easy on me.

I was wrong.

She presses forward and I fell my asshole swallow the head completely. I scream. Her hand goes over my mouth and she starts to bite my shoulder. I beg her to go slow. She presses against me again and inserts another inch which makes me cry out in pain. She giggles in my ear, and begins to tell me how she likes doing this to me. She begins to go in an out maybe half an inch. When suddenly, she takes a gaze at my left hand and sees it out of place. I do not notice and as she does, she slides the strap on deep into my asshole. My asscheeks shake in pain and I press them together as if to fight her out of my asshole. I let out a very loud hurtful scream and by this time I am begging her to stop. This arouses her even more and she takes me right there on the floor for his pleasure....She takes my asshole and destroys it with her dildo. I on the other hand orgasm all over it and she continues to fuck my asshole as if it were hers. The only thing I can think of is getting home back  to safety and getting away from what Master has claimed only his.


11/2/2010 4:54:58 AM

When I was 16, I used to fantasize about being in this lifestyle. I never delved into it though because I was ashamed  of the very vivid fantasies I used to have. I thought it was a no no, as I come from a strict Cuban family who really makes sure that you are overprotected at ALL times. LOL. As the years passed, my curiosity grew stronger, but my impulse to act on it or to even tell a man to spank me was not there. I felt like I was acting like a true whore. Why would an innocent girl, want to get spanked, used, mistreated, called names? I battled with the guilt over having these thoughts for YEARS. Fast forward to 19...I lose my virginity (FINALLY LOL) and when I am introduced to light spanking I orgasm for the first time in my life. You can imagine my surprise when that happened. It was then that I confirmed that I wanted a little more than just making love to slow music and looking in a guys eyes. I wanted to be on my eyes, with my mouth gagged, pleading for myself. Now that I am 33, I definitely know what I am and I am ready to take on this type of relationship with someone. And you wanna know the one thing that just irks me? How come when I respond to a certain email, I get replies back of men who instantly think I am their slave and want to e-dominate me? I AM SO NOT INTO THAT. :)


11/1/2010 5:35:13 AM

I woke up with this in my head today.....

Suddenly there's a knock on the door. When I open it, its a delivery guy with a box under my name. I wasn't expecting anything and think he has the wrong address. My husband grows curious. I begin to open the box. As I undo the tape, and its contents, I reveal a very slutty outfit. Funny, no return address or who it's from. My husband is fuming, wondering who could ever send his amazing faithful wife something so nasty. Inside me, there's a burn - a yearning - to put on the outfit. I have to wait til later, he's furious and wants answers. I get an email. When I check it on my phone. It's from you. You want dirty pictures. I hide the lingerie for later. Later, when my husband leaves, I take very provocative pics with the outfit on, some special requests you had as well. I do it all for you. I'm under your control. He doesnt even know I'm your little fuck toy. :)

Yummy. I must have masturbated to this like four times today. :)


10/31/2010 5:39:29 AM

Happy Halloween folks! Well....for today's entry....I had someone on this site tell me that I was afraid to take it in person and that I was looking for online training. Make no mistake - that I am a girl that knows what she wants. I dont want online. I dont do online. Why? Because you'll tell me to do things, and I wont give a shit. I want it in real life. My take on this however - is different. I see no reason in risking what I have for my sexual desires and discovery of myself. I would love to find a guy that can use me and really understand that I am so not risking my marriage for a couple spanks. I want a real time permament servitude to only one man. I cannot play around and get caught. I refuse to go crazy looking for excuses to meet someone that ultimately just wants a few sessions out of me. I want the full monty. The collaring, having to email a Master, having thoughts ripped out of my head, sexual experiences, mutual respect, and of course - NEVER RISKING WHAT I HAVE AT HOME. I've met men into this lifestyle that have assured me of the type of Master/slave relationship only to blow up my phone and send me a million text messages and not quite respecting my limits and boundaries. Until I find someone like this....I wont stop searching. :)


10/30/2010 10:43:16 AM

Well in an effort to better discover my wants and wanton desires - I've decided to keep track of my fantasies in this lil nifty blog! For the first entry, perhaps I just wanna say that something very deep inside of me longs to feel like I am someone's property and toy. I'm married - true - and perhaps some of you are skeptical as to how much ownership one can truly have over a married woman. Well folks lemme tell you, theres nothing that rouses me up more than fantasizing about this very thing. I am married, maintaining my vows. The epitome of a Cuban Betty Crocker if you will. I am that perfect little wife whom the hubby vows is his prized posession no one can touch. What if you had the control to tell me to not orgasm during sex. Or the power to tell me what to eat and do specifically. Of course this comes at a price, as I am not cheap. I wonder if there will ever be an opportunity for this. First daydream recorded, not so bad eh?


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MistressMyaSnow
 
 Age: 46
 Richwood, West Virginia