http://www.tickleberry.co.uk/after-dark/videos/male-chastity-video/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=484RVVHyrxs

OK OK I know it seems a little lazy to just post links to stories from Literotica but I randomly find little gems here and there! I'll start being a little more creative soon :-)

http://www.literotica.com/s/sensual-dominatrix-trains-a-novice

Keep finding little stories that make me smile:

http://www.literotica.com/s/captivating-lover

http://www.literotica.com/s/captivating-lover-ch-02

http://www.literotica.com/s/in-dreams-13

'MistressFB' - another jumped up racist.

Pretty sure 'she' is a fake account too.

Boring!

EDIT: After a couple more insulting messages this morning (very amusing I might add), she then sent me another a MINUTE later claiming that someone had been hacking her account. Can anyone smell bullshit?

Yes, I know you are probably reading this too aren't you 'MistressFB'? Come on then... got anymore messages for me? I do enjoy it when you work yourself up. Lazy 'dommes' resort to insulting and barking. That's not having control... that's LOSING it.

Mwah!

Further Edit:

Seriously... she is crazy (from bottom to top)

SUBDEVICE - charming morning message of 'f*** you, you p*k* s**g'.

Anymore for anymore?

Getting some epically rude messages on here lately. Seriously guys, is it your time of the month? I've just had one bloke calling me scum because I didn't reply to a message he sent that I had not even received.

Going to back off this site and off responding to people for a while I think.

Love this story:

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=15305

“There is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.”

~ W. Somerset Maugham

These put a smile on my face:

“Fuck me badly once, shame on you. Fuck me badly twice, shame on me.” – Kim Cattrall

“I ache for the touch of your lips, dear, But much more for the touch of your whips, dear. You can raise welts, Like nobody else, As we dance to the masochism tango.” – Tom Lehrer – The Masochism Tango

“A dress has no meaning unless it makes a man want to take it off.” – Francoise Sagan

“The eyes are the silent tongues of love.” – Miguel de Cervantes

“Yes, this was love, the ridiculous bounding of the buttocks and the wilding of the poor, insignificant moist little penis.” – D.H. Lawrence

 “The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.” – Betty Grable

 “I was in bed one night when my boyfriend Ernie said, “How come you never tell me when you’re having an orgasm?” I said to him, “Ernie, you’re never around.” – Bette Midler

From:   asian4839

Dated:  10/28/10 11:04 PM     

Note:  This user does not have an active profile

wanna play a game where i ask 3 quiz questions.. if u get 2 or more u win.. if u lose i get ur msn

What an asshole. I'd already 'politely' told him that I was not interested yesterday.

Sooooo it's not often that I use my journal to have a bit of a bitch and a moan. In fact, I don't think I have done it at all - so, there is always a first time. Ooh, I guess this is it! :-)

I've been lucky enough to connect with some very cool people on here - not just because we might have a connection in a sexual sense, but because there are OTHER things we can talk about. Now this is important to me - VERY important. Trust me, if all you have to talk about is how you want to lick the soles of my feet 24 hours a day then we're not going to get on. I am not in domme mode all of the time - 4D person, not 1D.

Ah, so you've sent me a message wanting to know if I want you as a sub. OK, let's check out your profile... *click* Oh well looky-here you have sod all on it. Well, fabulous based on that I think we'll get on great. (Ten points to anyone who noted the sarcasm there.)

OK, we have gotten to the point where we don't think each other is mental and we start chatting on messenger - all good. But, uh-oh what's this? Every single time we talk you ask how I am, and we have about 2 minutes of normal chat. I might have said I've had a cool day, or maybe I have had a rough day at the office and am finally at home chilling. Suddenly 'Oh you need to do 'this' to me to make you feel better!', 'You need to trample on my balls!' No... I don't. I want to eat pizza and watch CSI: New York for the next hour.

Questions I hate and my answers:

Can you tell me EXACTLY what you would do to me right now?

No, fuck off. What am I, your real-time wank bank?

If I send you pics of my tiny cock will you show them to your friends please?

Seriously, are you kidding me? Did you read my profile when I said this is a 'Secret Garden' for me? I do NOT involve family or friends in my private affairs.

I don't live in London, but you can come up here and dominate me? (Douchebag lives at least 200 miles away.)

This question does not even deserve an answer.

I need to be punished NOW! Please punish me - piss on me, use me as your toilet please?!

Not only is that gross (in my mind anyway), but think of the practicality! Plus... just, urgh.

Wow, I sound hard to please and like a real bitch now huh? That's not how I intend to come across. I am just giving an insight into what it is like sometimes to get the messages that I do. I am approachable, honest. But it would be nice if people remembered that I am a human being too. The whole arena of BDSM is NOT my life.

Don't get me wrong, I love and embrace my kinky side wholeheartedly and have no regrets - but I am not a robot. I didn't join this site simply to get my jollies - I want to make friends too, and friends usually have more to offer and say about themselves.

This is not my way of trying to scare people off from contacting me - just having a tiny rant that has been fuelled by a triple shot latte :-)

Part of my very first D/s experience:

It had taken us a good month to arrange to meet up. I was new to the whole arena and understandable nervous. He was pretty new too, we had chatted over email and had one vanilla natter over the phone. I was 27. He was 30, 6’1, dark hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and the cheekiest smile you ever did see. Working in the city for a hedge-fund, dominant by day, playboy by evening, harboring submissive desires by night. He’d been honest about saying he had a ‘roving eye’ for women, and probably needed to be brought down a peg or two.

Our email exchanges had been interesting – a mix of vanilla, flirting, BDSM kinks – by the time we met up I had already requested that he turn up wearing women’s panties under his suit.

It was 6pm and we had arranged to meet in a bar off Carnaby Street after work. I remember getting lost and slightly flustered along the narrow streets, bumping into another woman who was looking for exactly the same bar. We decided to find it together, eventually rocking up to it a few minutes later. We walked in and separated, and I saw him straight away, stood at the bar – I found him attractive already, and I felt nervous. Was I out of my depth with this one? My first meet and I didn’t feel in control I just breathed deep, smiled and headed to the crowded bar. He smiled, kissed me on both cheeks and offered me a drink; the conversation just flowed into vanilla territory. I remember that I couldn’t help but wonder if he had done as I requested, but was not forward enough to ask him at that point. We must have been in that bar for a couple of hours, laughing a little too much, talking a lot, several drinks each later. He leant over and said ‘I know this is terribly presumptuous, but I did actually book a hotel room for tonight. But I must add this, there is NO pressure for anything to happen, but I just wanted to let you know that it is there if you so wish.’ I smiled, already knowing… my heart was beating faster, and suddenly I relaxed.

We left the bar and headed the edge of Soho for dinner. He had booked a table at Yauatcha, an intimate table downstairs. As we waited for cocktails I dipped into my handbag and pulled out a pair of new hold-ups unwrapped into the palm of my hand, and passed them to him under the table. ‘Go and put these on.’ He looked nervous, ‘Now?’  ‘Yes, of course, now.’  He stood up and headed towards the back of the restaurant to the toilets. I sat waiting, comfortable – he was gone for a good ten minutes, at which point I started to wonder if he had bolted. I looked up to see him walking back – immediately he seemed different, a little flushed. Sitting down he moved one leg towards me and lifted up the bottom of a trouser leg proving that he had done as asked. ‘I’m sorry I took so long, cubicle was small and I was trying to be discreet.’  He suddenly didn’t look like the playboy figure – there was an air of vulnerability about him, he seemed rather self-conscious. I adored the fact that it was public play, but oh so very private and intimate. ‘I can’t wait to see them properly.’ I said. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath and smiled at me; ‘This feels amazing.’

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