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Dom male in the Columbus area. Years of experience and a background in the European scene, along with a particularly intutive sense, enables me to provide whatever is needed to the exact extent it is needed.
Safe, sane and consensual.
To name just a very few scenarios that I have had a great deal of
success in: a gentle introduction to the possibilties in DS, satisfying
the needs and desires of submissives in the areas of kidnap scenarios,
erotic rendesvouz, exhibitionism, sensation, humiliation, rough sex and hard use, an introduction to fisting, impact play, Master/slave, age play, breath
play, edge play and much more.
None of these are required, of course, as each of us has our own specific needs and desires. However I wil admit to one commonality. The experience(s) will leave you breathless, fullfilled, overjoyed and exhausted, feeling totally used and satiated, as one powerful, overwhelming orgasm after another is wrenched from your being.
You will be escorted to where you want to go to scratch that cosmic itch, and back, safely, yet as intensely as you like.
Educated, well read and well traveled. Fit and flexible. Many interests DS and otherwise. Limits respected and/or tested.
I have a strong preference for a female submissive who is not overweight.
Let's get to know each other now.
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Every 'scene' is directed to the needs of the submissive. This submissive had a strong need and liking for exhibitionism.
Noted.
The Dungeon - Atlanta GA - Summer 1999
- The upcoming kink events here in Columbus reminds me of the time I took a brand new sub to The Dungeon in Atlanta. She was a very attractive 19 year old brunette working with a major airline. We met through another BDSM oriented web site similar to this one. It can be a real challenge to meet somebody online who is honest, sincere and a quality individual and not a borderline nutcase. Running into the many flakes, pretenders, liars and game players that seem to make up so many of those who utilize BDSM chat rooms and web sites can be depressing. On the other hand, it makes finding someone compatible and real that much more appreciated and wonderful.
But Diane was a diamond in the rough, a wonderful find. She was gorgeous with a very nice figure. She stood about 5:10, slender with muscular legs, dark hair and eyes and very prominent labia that dripped a delicious pussy nectar when she got excited.
I remember the first time we played in my Buckhead apartment. I'm a firm believer in communication and we had talked quite a bit beforehand, about where she was in her explorations (brand new) where she wanted to go ( a thorough and effective introduction by an experienced, capable and flexible escort and teacher) and then how to get there (gently challenge her to stretch her boundaries).
Once we began to play I had blindfolded her and took a seat in an armchair as I asked her to begin to undress while she stood before me. Diane was extremely nervous ... and excited at the same time. She was dressed as I'd asked, short skirt, no panties, nicely made up, toenails freshly painted, squeaky clean and shaven front and back.
As she began to undo the buttons on her blouse I quickly and lightly ran both hands up her legs towards her ass. Her shiver was obvious. I literally saw her knees buckle for a second before she caught herself. She told me later she was so nervous that she almost ran out of the apartment, but she was so incredibly turned on she couldn't move. When she removed her skirt I saw them. Two incredibly beautiful labia, thick and full, easily hanging down close to an inch from her pussy.
And they seem to have a life of their own ...they were trembling. They were trembling hard. I could hear her breathing quicken as she stood naked before me.
I asked her to spread her legs and place both hands behind her head. There she stood ...a statuesque beauty....now 'dressed' only in an ankle bracelet. Her nude form was classical in its beauty, firm full and shapely breasts, lovely nipples that were extending and hardening as I watched, and an ass that was just perfect. I was impressed and whispered to her how beautiful she was in her naked servitude. Her labia trembled in appreciation.
I'm an ass man and so wanted to begin a close, personal relationships with Diane's ass. Very close. I pulled up another chair behind her and took a seat. I asked her to bend forward at the waist, reach behind her and spread her ass cheeks. She did so. I leaned forward and gazed at a most beautiful rosebud.
Remaining silent, I slowly moved closer until Diane could feel my breath on her ass cheeks. That's when I noticed it. Her pussy lips began to drop a slow but steady drip onto the hardwood floor. Nice. Very nice. Moving even closer, my lips brushed her asshole. Followed by my tongue, flickering, teasing, tasting ...and finally .... probing that most intimate of portals.
This is how we began our first session.
It was 2 weeks later that she asked me to take her to Atlanta's famous BDSM playground, The Dungeon.
There's nothing like walking down the street with a gorgeous, tall brunette in a very short skirt in Buckhead GA to draw lots of attention from passers by. As traffic slowly cruised down Peachtree St, there was no shortage of guys starring wide eyed and open mouthed at this Amazon submissive. She was dressed to kill and the skirt barely covered her ass. It was more like a shirt with a belt.
Diane worked out regularly and her thighs and calves flexed seductively in the glare of the streetlights and headlights. If you paid attention, and that was very easy, you could see the crack of her ass as her skirt bounced with each step. We were on our way to get a bite to eat at a sidewalk cafe before heading down to the Dungeon.
Sitting down to a light meal we discussed what she was about to witness. Diane had never been to a bdsm oriented club or play area. I explained that there was no telling the crowd that would be there that night. That she would be perfectly safe with me and that nothing would transpire without her approval. In fact, we didn't have to play at all if she decided that she wasn't up to it. The many scenes going on both in the many levels of dungeon chambers as well as outside in the courtyard were entertainment enough. I went over the usual rules about behavior and protocol. I wanted her to have a great time and I had a suspicion that we would. She was quite excited about the whole thing. And then we were off.
This evening I was traveling light. A flogger, pocket rocket, a vibrating egg on the end of a long flexible stalk, a small bottle of lube, and some condoms. That was it. As it turned out, that was enough. It was all packed into a small leather bag. As we paid our admission and walked through the entrance I asked about and was told that it was a smallish crowd that night. We started with a tour of the place and Diane was fascinated by the different rooms, the cages, jail cells, gyno tables, massage tables, various crosses and etc. She loved the fact that here was a place where folks could safely indulge their desires, explore their fantasies in a supportive environment.
It was in the courtyard outside when we picked up our first follower. It was a gay leather boy dressed in the typical uniform of leather shorts and suspenders. He was quite nice and asked us if he could get anything for us, a Coke, anything. He was apparently also very much taken with me. I'm straight but certainly didn't want to be rude or hurtful. Diane thought it was really funny. Well, she actually thought it was 'cute'.
We picked up our second trailer back inside. We were quietly watching a Dom using candles on a prone submissive tied down to one of the tables when a straight guy indicated he wanted to talk to me. We moved away from the scene and wanted to introduce himself. Very nice guy. Introduced himself as Bob and said he was new 'to all this' and what advice did I have to give him? In so many words he indicated that he would love to hook up with a submissive that was 'only half as gorgeous as yours'. He was obviously very taken with Diane. Couldn't blame him. So we talked a few minutes then resumed our wandering around The Dungeon.
So here we are in the Dungeon with 2 guys following us. A leather boy hoping somehow to get to know me and Bob who by now was just staring at Diane and apparently hoping I would begin to do a scene with her. He wasn't the only one. In virtually every room if there was a straight male present his head would whip around upon Diane's entrance. Diane squeezed my hand and whispered to me that all the attention was really turning her on.
I decided to go with it and sat her up on one of the massage tables and told her to put her hands behind her back. I then stood between her legs. Skirt hiked up high, it was now obvious to everybody watching that she was not wearing any panties. I smiled as she closed her eyes and saw her breathing quicken once her pussy was exposed for everybody to see. That was all Bob needed and he shot forward and positioned himself just behind me and a bit to the right so he could see....everything.
I softly ran my hands over Diane's body. I pulled her halter top down and exposed her beautiful breasts and began to lightly suck on her nipples. She moaned and began to unclasp her hands so as to pull me in tighter but immediately realized her error and returned her hands behind her back. She was moaning now and I could smell her scent as it was clear this beautiful cunt was in heat.
I slid my hands up and down her legs and now it was clear to everybody that her pussy was moistening. Kinda hard to miss. Diane had this remarkable pussy with huge labia that would actually flare open at the top once she as aroused. A pussy flower, blooming, as gorgeous as it was erotic to watch.
I glanced over at Bob and beads of sweat were breaking out on his upper lip. He started to blush when I asked him if he would help me. He stammered something and I asked him to grasp one of Diane's legs and hold it as she lay back. I slid a towel under Diane's butt and we were ready.
On her back, legs held wide open by myself and Bob, her cunt was just dripping. To make sure she was properly aroused I fired up the pocket rocket and applied it to various erogenous zones...but never stayed too long on one. Her nipples, throat, the area just below her ears, her inner thighs, pussy lips, and of course her clit...which was now straining to stretch out and be truly appreciated. Damn thing was so hard it looked like a small penis by now.
Diane loved to be looked at and by now we had attracted quite a crowd of onlookers. I invited them to step forward and take a close look at this gorgeous, wondrous blossom of a pussy. They did, politely taking turns. I urged them to get closer, closer so that they were actually staring, one at a time, with their faces maybe an inch or so from Diane's pussy. They were inhaling her scent deep into their lungs and were almost salivating in their desire to lick her.
She was absolutely loving this and her pussy was beginning to resemble a water fountain as a steady steam of her cunt's love juice now trickled out onto the towel.
I, of course, knew of Diane's exhibitionist streak and had packed away a toy that I felt would come in handy tonight. She knew of the other toys but not this one. Out it came. A stainless steel, high grade speculum.
When I began to insert it, her hips jumped, both from the cold and from the realization of what I was about to do. I was going to open her up wide for inspection. With a smile on my face I began to open her up...wider, ever wider. And locked it open.
I then pulled out a small maglight and invited the guys to take another look. I handed them the powerful flashlight and they each used it to peer deep into her. They watched her pussy walls and her womb entrance pulsate as I used the pocket rocket on her clit area.
Then it happened. Diane came very suddenly and very hard and gushed love juice directly into an observer's face. He wasn't expecting that and was startled. Then realizing what had happened he smiled and licked his fingers and he wiped his face.
OK. My turn. And one of my favorite toys, the vibrating egg on a stick was next. I love this toy for many reasons. It is great to manipulate the G spot, to explore, probe, violate and satiate those hard to reach, secret pleasure areas...that never quite seem to get enough attention. They were all about to get plenty.
I felt like a conductor using the toy as a pleasure baton to direct, manipulate and control this gorgeous female submissive. I took my time and gave her quite a workout....I doubt that there was one millimeter of her inner walls that was not teased, tickled vibrated massaged and probed. Diane's legs, now held by 2 volunteers, clenched and jerked, her abs tightened, her toes curled, her chest repeatedly flushed and she came over and over.
She was cumming and sobbing now, begging me to stop so she could catch her breath and uncramp her legs. But I was on a roll and gave her a few more minutes of this erotic torture before I allowed her some respite. I then pulled her pussy tight to my face, fastened my lips to her cunt and sucked her love juices down like there was no tomorrow. I was feeding upon her. And loved it. We got quite a round of appreciative applause
My face and neck area were soaked. Diane was equally wet, exhausted, breathing like she had run a hard series of wind sprints, not sure yet whether to laugh, cry or cum again.
I pulled her close to me, held her tight and kissed her deeply. She licked her love juices off my face.
And so ended our first experience in The Dungeon.
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So Nina Hartley will be the keynote speaker at the next Winter Wickedness here in Columbus. Might have to make that one :) |
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Sweet Virginia - "Sir, I would like you to bring me to the point of tears". That's what Virginia told me as we lingered over some fine wine after a very nice dinner out in the suburbs of Atlanta.
I looked at her across the table, wanting to know more about her desires. "Why?" I asked. She replied that she wanted and needed the release. I understood.
This was not a typical case of a submissive wanting to stretch her boundaries. Because of Virginia's background, this was a situation I wanted to fully understand so as to approach it as effectively as possible.
You see Virginia had been subjected to a long period when she was under the control of a sadist. However the more I learned of her experiences with this guy the more I felt that he had gone way over the line. He was a hypnotist and hypnotized Virginia to be totally subservient.
Without getting into a scientific discussion about whether somebody under hypnosis would do something against their own best interests I questioned the man's dominance in resorting to hypnotism. He would then do his best to totally humiliate Virginia. He once gave her an auto-hypnotic signal which caused her to orgasm loudly in the middle of a dinner at her parents. And he beat her, severely.
So severely that Virginia actually began to develop a split personality that, I felt, she would run to and hide in while being subjected to the extreme beatings he administered.
Virginia was very honest with me about this facet of her psyche and was amazed that it did not scare me off. She never volunteered that the second personality which was totally subservient and inwardly directed, was a construct for protection from the sadist. That was my estimation.
Virginia was...well I suppose a good word to describe her would be 'robust'. About 5:5, maybe 145, long black hair, pretty face, full breasts, dynamite legs and she had the sexiest feet I had ever seen. She was solidly built but not fat. Our very first play was rather generic, She had expressed her limits and requested no markings which could be later visible in a professional setting. Not a problem.
She loved the flogger and I spent a considerable amount of time using a variety of floggers on her naked and spread-eagled form. I always like to begin slowly, warming the skin, bringing the blood to the surface as I prepare the submissive for further explorations. I guided the flogger to explore, caress and warm virtually every inch of her body.The rhythm of the strokes was initially kept at a steady pace and I watched her sigh as she began to float farther and farther out on clouds of pleasurable sensation.
The evening was an absolute delight with several hard orgasms for the both of us. Highlights included taking her hard from behind doggy style while I held her hair like the reins of a horse, and exploding into her greedily sucking mouth in a 69 while I buried my tongue deep in her ass.
It was the following week at dinner when she told me what she wanted. I was a bit hesitant. I did not want to become the proxy for the sadist. I am not a sadist but do take pride on providing what is needed to the exact extent it is needed and I needed to be sure. I wanted to be sure that this was something SHE wanted and needed and that it was not a toxic residue from her experiences with the hypnotist. So we talked about her request quite a bit.
It became clear that this was edge play that she really wanted and needed. Our first play had been her way of ensuring herself that she had not just played with sadist II and she was satisfied that I cared for her and would protect her.....even if need be...from herself. That element of a Dom's duties is one I consider quite important.
One example would be in the midst of the passionate excitement of play a sub might start goading and urging a Dom to take her to a place that she wanted to go but was either not quite ready for or would be placed in an unsafe situation if it were to occur. That is when the Dom should gently guide the submissive back from the edge and bring her back down slowly and carefully.
After extensive discussion I let Virginia know that I would take her where she wanted to go, safely, yet as intensely as she liked, I assured her that she would be safe and protected at all times. I also told her that because of what I had just told her, that she would not have to slide into her alternate personality.
Virginia gave me a curious look. It was a look of wonder. Then a radiant smile slowly spread across her face and a tear of joy ran down her cheek.
I walked her out to her car, hugged her tight, grabbed her hair and kissed her deeply. Her requested journey would take place the following weekend.
(TO BE CONTINUED) |
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If you are not willing to risk the unusual, you will have to settle for the ordinary. Jim Rohn. -
Foreplay -
You are naked and are asked to lie across the bed with your head towards me as I stand at the bedside. I pull you towards me and straddle your head. I am also naked. I bend forward and pull your legs towards me as if in a backwards somersault. I place your legs under my arms and hold them there while I place pillow under your back to brace you.We are ready.
Your head and eyes are inches from my cock and ass. You are wide open for me. Both holes totally exposed and available. You ask if you can suck my cock and I tell you to wait. Then I begin. I lean forward and you feel my lips upon your pussy lips. Ever so gently I trace my lips around your vulva. Inhalling your scent, I circle and tease your pussy lips...gently probing...wanting in.You moisten and feel my tongue begin to slide into you. I am tasting you inside...running my tongue over the walls of your cunt. I am exploring you...luxuriating in the feel, taste and texture of your pussy. You moan and stare at my swaying cock and balls...transfixed. You admire the cheeks of a firm and muscular ass. You want it all.
I begin to tease and flick your clit ...at first gently...then steadily more firmly until I capture your clit in my lips and begin to suck. A steady rhythm. That feeling begins to mount. That desire for release..that oncoming wave...I am sucking harder now.....your clit hardens and throbs..becoming ever so sensitive. Then I place a vibrator against my chin and our world begins to cum apart. I continue to suck on it, truly making it my friend. It feels to you like your clit is actually growing and expanding in my lips and mouth.You quickly ask permission to cum. 'Denied.....wait!' is the firm reply. You strain and try to grit your teeth to hold it...for now.I then pull you tight against my face and my tongue slides deep into your pussy. I drink from your now freely flowing juices. I am feeding upon you.I ask you to suck me now. And you greedily suck my cock deep into your mouth. You feel my cockhead instantly respond to your attention and it grows ever larger. Suddenly my tongue is circling your beautiful rosebud of an asshole. Circling...circling moving ever closer to the center. Now I am licking your asshole with broad strokes of my tongue..like a dog....dragging my tongue across your asshole. Over and over.Then I am probing you. Demanding entrance into this most private of portals. The feeling of naughtiness, of taboo...of this sharing of ultimate intimacy begins to overwhelm you and that feeling, that orgasmic wave begins to grow again.You relax and invite me in...my tongue slides in as deep as it can. Tasting you. Now I am tongue fucking your ass..taking you there....loving you there. The sensation is so warm, so wonderful.Suddenly your universe is vibrating as I place a pocket rocket..that small but devestatingly effective dildo directly on your clit! Your breath catches quick and my cock throbs and stiffens in your mouth. At this point you are desperate for an orgasm. Mine yours doesn't matter we are becomng one and we HAVE to cum.
Then it stops.....just as you thought you were cresting the wave permission or not...it stops.You feel warm oil being spread around your pussy and asshole. Preparing you.You know what is coming. I ask 'Are you ready?' And you answer 'yes', almost sobbing.Its a double dildo, with bigger and smaller penis ends both pointed in the same direction. I gently place the ends at the entrance to your pussy and rosebud...and push.The feeling is indescribable, powerful...a sensation of being TOTALY filled, taken, used, enjoyed, satisfied front and back.Overwhelming doesn't begin to describe it. An orgasmic tidal wave of seismic proportions is HERE NOW and you have no chance of asking permission. You can't even speak! There is no free will involved here. You have become a living, breathing, human orgasm.
'Just cum baby, just cum' you hear me say. And wave after wave of powerful, wrenching orgasms rip through your entire being. You hear a deep, prolonged growl..very deep.....like a grizzly bear and your cheeks fill with my sweet seed as my cock explodes into your greedily sucking mouth.You remember my saying that when I use that double dildo on you that you will cum until I get tired. And you realize I do not tire easily.
You surrender entirely to orgasmic bliss.
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Sweet Virginia - Part Two
We were to meet in my condo. The condo was an end unit and it overlooked a freeway off-ramp and the freeway itself. The droning from the highway was muted by the thick glass windows and might even serve as some ambient noise to cover the sounds that would result from our play.
It was a very hot summer day in Atlanta and Virginia arrived at the appointed time. I saw right away that she was shivering, most-likely from a combination of a delightful fear and anticipation. Her breathing was deep and ragged. I immediately had her step out of her brief sun dress, turn and face the wall. I had her spread her legs, clasp her hands behind her neck and lean forward placing her elbows on the wall.
She was my prisoner and I began to search and explore her. It happened quickly. I had barely begun to run my hands over her body, exploring, caressing and probing her intimate places when I slid a few fingers into her cunt. Immediately her knees started shaking and she came hard. Her juices gushed into and onto my hand and ran down her inner thighs.
I knew Virginia had a touch of the exhibitionist in her so I grabbed her hair and guided her to the large windows overlooking the off-ramp and highway. We were on the driver's side of the off-ramp and as I pushed Virginia up against the window I saw a number of heads in the drive time stalled traffic jerk upwards in surprise at the image before them.
So there she was, still moaning from her pervious orgasm, her skin moist, her breathing ragged, chest flushed....her breasts pushed up against the window. I told Virginia to keep her eyes open and to watch her audience as I slid a small vibe into her pussy and began to talk to her as I caressed her. I told her what a delicious little slut she was and how I was going to provide what she needed to the exact extent that she needed it. She shivered and moaned in delight and tried to press her ass back against me.
My response was to slide a finger into her ass and I slowly began to fingerfuck her ass as I reached around with my other hand and squeezed one breast very tightly. Her body immediately shook and convulsed as another orgasm pulsed though her. The sound that escaped from her throat was a wild animal sound, like a wildcat in serious heat.
I pulled her back from the window and pulled the drapes closed. For what was about to ensue, some people might not understand and I did not need Atlanta's finest pounding on my door in the middle of a scene.
I fastened nylon handcuffs to her wrists which were still behind her neck and attached a collar to those handcuffs which was placed around her neck. I attached a leash to that collar. I had removed the vibe from her pussy and now inserted a medium size butt plug, properly lubricated, into her ass.
In talks leading up to this moment I had assured Virginia that I could give her what she needed, the pleasure and release to be found in her tears. While the journey would be a wild one, she would be safe, protected at all times, even from herself. I kissed her, caressed her face and cheeks and began.
Besides a taste for pain and sensation, Virginia also had a taste for humiliation training in all its delightful forms. There are many who do not fully appreciate or understand humiliation training. Done properly it allows the submissive to act in such a way that they secretly desire but might not want to admit.
I wanted to take my time and thoroughly prepare and warm the skin for the more enthusiastic floggings to follow. I used a smallish soft leather flogger and began to work over most of her body with the exception of her face and spinal area. Her back (lats), her ass, inner thighs, outer thighs, feet stomach, arms, breasts, frontal thighs, all felt the soft caress, The soft leather warming her, exploring her, preparing her.
I told her to keep her legs spread and concentrated for a time on her pussy. I knew she loved that and I watched her shake as several smaller orgasms coursed through her. Her pussy was now soaked, dripping its luv juices onto my carpet.
I placed a blindfold on her, grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees. I stripped naked and told her that she had a task. Without using her hands and staying on her hands and knees, she was to find my cock with her mouth and suck me. I then began a vigorous flogging. Her body, which to this point was a moist and warm pink, was now turning redder. The blows fell into a regular pattern, her back, sides, legs as and pussy all received equal attention.
She was moaning, shaking, cunt dripping like a waterfall. She desperately tried to find my cock as I told her what a hot cumslut she was, how I was going to take, use and enjoy every hole she had in any way I wanted. . She was really having a problem. It wasn't that I was making it difficult by moving around. It was because she was cuming so much and so hard she could not keep her mouth open. It was a very erotic scene to watch and I grabbed her head and slid my now rock hard cock into her mouth.
it was time for some forced french. I kept a steady pressure against the back of her throat and slowly it t relaxed and let me in. It was an exquisite feeling. Virginia's nose was now pressed up against my stomach, my cock embedded in her deep throat. I slowly began to fuck her throat and as I did phlegm began to coat my cock and drip out of the sides of her mouth and onto the floor. Virginia flicked her tongue out to lick my balls and that was all she wrote. I came very hard, my cock convulsing and throbbing as I shot my cum straight down her throat. She did not even have to swallow.
I grabbed a towel, wiped her face off and decided to tie her on her knees on the floor, her upper body laying across the bed. It was time for the Grand finale.
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Soft, hot sexuality on this Fourth of July. -
Happy Independence Day - Recently I was browsing a Usenet newsgroup that featured Australian females. The pics were from a web site that specialized in models who were first timers. These were not paper thin, airbrushed runway models. They were amateurs, real women, mostly with imperfect bodies.
Unencumbered by the Puritanical hangups that bedevil so many Americans, they were very relaxed, smiling and laughing, totally at ease with their sexuality as they spread themselves wide open front and back. They were obviously enjoying themselves.
I found that very, very hot! Many of the shots were spread shots, also girl-girl, masturbation and pissing. For what its worth the site is called Abby Winters and I later dicovered that most, if not all the photographers for that site are women. Interesting.
That languid, relaxed but very hot sensuality reminded me of a party I once attended with the Southern Spanking Society.
It took place in a large hotel ballroom/dining room. The lights had been turned down with soft music in the background. The ladies circulated among the men and asked for spankings, which mostly took place right there in the ballroom. The ladies would be positioned over a gentleman's lap, skirts hiked up to reveal pantyhose, panties, thongs, or nothing at all.
The sounds of the spankings, delivered with various degrees of severity were intermixed with the quiet moaning and sobbing of the ladies. Often their faces would flush and they would quietly (mostly) cum, shivering and grinding their pussies into the men's legs as their love juices dripped onto the ballroom floor.
It was the one of the most sedate and at the same time one of the most erotic experiences of my life.
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Want to lose weight? Its really not that hard.
First, some preliminaries. If you smoke, stop or at the last cut way down and work towards stopping. If you don't care enough about yourself to stop smoking you are wasting your time doing anything else.
Understand that nutrition and exercise are about to become very important factors in your life. I had one person tell me that they want to lose weight but were 'too lazy to work out'. Again, if that's the case, don't waste your time.
In fact if you are not prepared to take charge of your life, to wean yourself off the sugars, bad fats, junk foods etc, don't waste your time doing anything else. Just prepare yourself for a short life marked by expensive hospital stays and vastly increased occurrences of cancer, diabetes, heart disease and other extremely painful, very expensive and deadly diseases.
This requires a major adjustment in mindset. Change the mind and the body will follow.
Take an interest in health and nutrition, use and read the web sites I send you. Use the largest library on the planet called the Internet. Need to know what foods are high fiber? Google it. Need to know why trans fats are so deadly to the point where the FDA states (accurately for a change) that “there are no safe levels of trans fats”? Google it.
1) Become familiar with the concept of the glycemic index and glycemic load and use it. Understand what provokes an insulin response and what that means to you in terms of fat gain. 80 - 90% of your foods should have a GI of less than 55%. This is a MAJOR part of your new mindset. Learn how to blunt the insulin response through the use of protein.
2) Eliminate wheat products in any and all forms. Minimize grain intake and that includes 'whole grains' and rye.
3) Increase fiber intake through the use of organic ground flax seed, Red Mill oat bran and rolled oats. Stay away from instant anything and other processed foods.
4) Reduce sugars (in all forms), artificial sweeteners (they still provoke an insulin response) and red meat intake. Concentrate on organic and grass fed everything and free range eggs. If you must eat red meat, switch to grass fed buffalo.
5) Google the 'Heart Scan Blog' and 'Heart Scan Resource'. Cutting edge information that has applicability to both lipid control, losing weight and general health. Read it every week.
6) Find a form of exercise that you like. That's a must. If you don't enjoy it you won't do it. In your cardio, maintain a pace where you can carry on a conversation. Whether its walking at a brisk pace, whatever, work up to 2-3 hours a week. Stretch.
7) Consider strength (weight) training. Muscle burns fat. Fat doesn't burn fat.
8) Drink lots of clean water.
9) Don't live like a Spartan. Its ok to cheat once in a while. You might even consider scheduling a cheat meal or cheat day. Suggest no more than once a week or two.
10) That's it. And keep in mind, it's not a diet. Diets don't work. Its your new lifestyle.
Its not the destination, its the journey.
11) Have fun with it.
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The Initiation
A warm summer day in Hanau, West Germany, 1985.
I was told I had a phone call and when I went to the CQ desk it was my German girlfriend, Amy. She asked me if I wanted to go to a private party that night. It was in Wurzburg and it was a special party. It was to be an initiation for a new female member of a BDSM group.
I had developed an interest in Ds in my senior year in high school. In a reaction to the absurd rules and regulations in place in school at the time I began voraciously reading erotica of all sorts. It was mostly Grove Press stuff, Lady Chatterly's Lover, lots of Henry Miller. Then I stumbled upon the Story of O. That was all she wrote. I found the story of the training and use of the lovely O so incredibly exciting I knew this was where my future lie.
Now this being the 'Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice' period of sexual liberation in western Massachusetts, it wasn't that hard to find some willing playmates equally interested in exploring the synergies possible in BDSM. But it was essentially light play. Somewhat clumsy explorations on the fringes of Ds land, and little more.
But this should be interesting. Germany was a land of contrasts. Long, dark dresses on the ladies in the Bavarian winter but full frontal nudity on television. Strict standards of behavior and conduct but the married ladies took off their wedding rings and almost anything went during Fasching, the pre-Lenten German carnival.
And I knew from a quick perusal of the German news stands and bookstores that pretty much anything went as far as name your fetish was concerned. The German Ds scene was wild, open, accessible, real, up close and personal...and at least in the mid 1980's thankfully without the online Ds game-playing endemic to the US scene.
I knew Amy had a kinky side. One day we were walking along a riverside on a beautiful summer day when she grabbed my hand, dragged me up an almost hidden trail farther into the woods and then dropped to the ground and demanded that I take her there....anally. So here I was taking Amy from behind, pile driving my cock into her tight little asshole, using her hair like the reins of a horse and sounding like a grizzly bear with a deep sub-woofer like growl when I came...hard.
Yes, this party was going to be interesting. It went without saying that without Amy's presence, there was no way an American, an "Ami' in German slang, would be allowed in. We showed up at this very nice home in an obviously upscale neighborhood 15 minutes after the scheduled start time.The houses were large, wide and flat, on only on or two split levels.
I noticed right away that the cars parked in the area were not cheap. Top of the line Mercedes and Beemers mostly. As we walked in we found ourselves in a huge foyer, as big as many great rooms I've seen. There were three low marble coffee table like things with pillows on them and many towels strewn about.
The host came out and in rapid fire German said that everybody had to get nude, totally nude. Purses, wallets and other valuables were locked away and guarded.
I didn't expect to HAVE to get nude but figured 'when in Rome' and stripped down.
Next the ladies, and there were some VERY nice ladies there, were asked to lie down on the pillows on the coffee tables. Amy was one of them. Towels were carefully slid under their butts and I knew the fun was about to begin. For each lady two guys gently lifted and spread their legs and these three other guys came out with something in their hands.
I didn't even know what they were called back then. I've since learned that they were pastry bags. And they were filled with half formed lime green jello. Sliding the nozzle into each lady's pussy, the guys began to squeeze the chilly substance into each pussy. The ladies squealed and wiggled. The pastry bags were removed and the ladies were told to hold onto the jello. 'Easy for you to say' Amy replied.
Suddenly, very quickly 6 guys ran out. Each had a straw in their mouth. 'Got it' I thought. Yep. They paired off 2 guys to a lady and inserted the straws into the pussies...and began to suck. The reaction was wild. One lady started laughing..and shaking...and cumming......all at the same time. Amy just squealed her pleasure. The third was cumming hard over and over..like a machine gun. What a great way to break the ice, I thought. And we all went inside.
The guest of honor lay before us. She was gorgeous. Apparently the wife of a current male member of the club. She looked like a young Elke Sommer and had a great body and a beautiful pussy with the kind of pussy lips that lie spread open like the wings of an angel. I could clearly see those pussy lips because she was layed out and strapped down to an OB-Gyn table, with her feet up in stirrups. I immediately nicknamed her 'Angel'.
Around her a crowd stood, maybe 3-4 guys, 3-4 ladies. And every one of them was either massaging the initiate, feeling her up, pinching nipples, rubbing her clit, sucking on something, or generally enjoying the helplessly bound feast that lie before them. It was fun to watch, especially as Angel was absolutely forbidden to cum. Every time she would get close she would ask permission to cum and it would be denied. The crowd would momentarily stop, then start all over again.
Angel's heat and frustration were obvious. She strained against the leather straps, her chest was flushed, her breathing was labored. Amy said something in German to the lady next to her and some lubricant was passed to me. I rubbed it generously over my right hand and starred at those pussy lips. I was going in. I was going to try to fist Angel. Obviously a physical and cultural exchange of critical importance.
'Say Ahh' I said, and inserted 2 fingers into her. She was tight but soaking wet and I began to work more fingers in as Angel began to arch her back off the table. But at that point, just as I was really beginning to enjoy the party, the host appeared and we all had to stop. He was dressed in a Dr Feelgood getup. Nude but for a medical mask, a speculum, and an enema kit.
Announcing his intentions, he proceeded to inset the enema nozzle in Angel's lovely ass, released the clamp holding the fluid and slowly controlled its filling of Angel's bowels. We watched as Angel's stomach actually started to expand. She was taking a very heavy load. Bag empty, Dr Feelgood inserted a sturdy butt plug, and admonished Angel not to spill a drop. Angel was in a bad way, groaning under the pressure in her innards.
He then inserted the speculum into Angel's cunt, slowly spread her wide open and peered into her with the aid of a penlight flashlight. The flashlight was passed around and we were all invited to take an up close and personal look at Angel's most private parts. It was fun. Informative even.
Then it was time. the crowd was allowed to have at it with Angel again, but only from the waist up. The rest, for now, belonged to DR Feelgood. She was told to be sure NOT to cum without permission. He pulled out what looked like an over sized pocket rocket, maybe 5 inches long, and went to work.
The effect was magical! It was my first lesson in how the pressure from the contents of an enema bag can greatly increase the sensitivity of the clit. And that was an understatement.
As Feelgood ran the vibe over Angel's legs, feet and breasts, she was obviously loving it. But anytime he came close to her groin, around her stomach for example, Angel would tense up, she would start ..well..levitating off the table....only thing holding her down were the straps. Her clit was so sensitized she could feel the vibe when it was a foot away from her pussy. 'Note to self', I thought, 'don't ever forget this!'.
This went on for a long while, each time Feelgood forbade Angel from cumming. Then he announced, 'Its time' and grabbed ahold of the string fastened to Angel's butt plug and began to move the vibe in circles closer and closer to Angel's groin.
Angel became even more rigid..she was truly lifting off the table......her stomach muscles were rippling and she was speaking in tongues...... This was going to be impressive!
Feelgood slowed his movements and the vibe slowly circled the clit. Angel was begging, pleading for permission to cum....she needed the release more than she needed air at that point and her chest heaved with desire. She was being driven crazy with lust.
Then it happened. Feelgood placed the vibe DIRECTLY on Angel's clit. Angel let out a banshee scream and Feelgood yanked the buttplug out of her ass.
Angel's scream reached a crescendo. She arched her back and exploded.
Yes! I was impressed.
The initiation had begun.
(to be continued)
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If you are not willing to risk the unusual, you will have to settle for the ordinary. Jim Rohn. -
Foreplay -
You are naked and are asked to lie across the bed with your head towards me as I stand at the bedside. I pull you towards me and straddle your head. I am also naked. I bend forward and pull your legs towards me as if in a backwards somersault. I place your legs under my arms and hold them there while I place pillow under your back to brace you.We are ready.
Your head and eyes are inches from my cock and ass. You are wide open for me. Both holes totally exposed and available. You ask if you can suck my cock and I tell you to wait. Then I begin. I lean forward and you feel my lips upon your pussy lips. Ever so gently I trace my lips around your vulva. Inhalling your scent, I circle and tease your pussy lips...gently probing...wanting in.You moisten and feel my tongue begin to slide into you. I am tasting you inside...running my tongue over the walls of your cunt. I am exploring you...luxuriating in the feel, taste and texture of your pussy. You moan and stare at my swaying cock and balls...transfixed. You admire the cheeks of a firm and muscular ass. You want it all.
I begin to tease and flick your clit ...at first gently...then steadily more firmly until I capture your clit in my lips and begin to suck. A steady rhythm. That feeling begins to mount. That desire for release..that oncoming wave...I am sucking harder now.....your clit hardens and throbs..becoming ever so sensitive. Then I place a vibrator against my chin and our world begins to cum apart. I continue to suck on it, truly making it my friend. It feels to you like your clit is actually growing and expanding in my lips and mouth.You quickly ask permission to cum. 'Denied.....wait!' is the firm reply. You strain and try to grit your teeth to hold it...for now.I then pull you tight against my face and my tongue slides deep into your pussy. I drink from your now freely flowing juices. I am feeding upon you.I ask you to suck me now. And you greedily suck my cock deep into your mouth. You feel my cockhead instantly respond to your attention and it grows ever larger. Suddenly my tongue is circling your beautiful rosebud of an asshole. Circling...circling moving ever closer to the center. Now I am licking your asshole with broad strokes of my tongue..like a dog....dragging my tongue across your asshole. Over and over.Then I am probing you. Demanding entrance into this most private of portals. The feeling of naughtiness, of taboo...of this sharing of ultimate intimacy begins to overwhelm you and that feeling, that orgasmic wave begins to grow again.You relax and invite me in...my tongue slides in as deep as it can. Tasting you. Now I am tongue fucking your ass..taking you there....loving you there. The sensation is so warm, so wonderful.Suddenly your universe is vibrating as I place a pocket rocket..that small but devestatingly effective dildo directly on your clit! Your breath catches quick and my cock throbs and stiffens in your mouth. At this point you are desperate for an orgasm. Mine yours doesn't matter we are becomng one and we HAVE to cum.
Then it stops.....just as you thought you were cresting the wave permission or not...it stops.You feel warm oil being spread around your pussy and asshole. Preparing you.You know what is coming. I ask 'Are you ready?' And you answer 'yes', almost sobbing.Its a double dildo, with bigger and smaller penis ends both pointed in the same direction. I gently place the ends at the entrance to your pussy and rosebud...and push.The feeling is indescribable, powerful...a sensation of being TOTALY filled, taken, used, enjoyed, satisfied front and back.Overwhelming doesn't begin to describe it. An orgasmic tidal wave of seismic proportions is HERE NOW and you have no chance of asking permission. You can't even speak! There is no free will involved here. You have become a living, breathing, human orgasm.
'Just cum baby, just cum' you hear me say. And wave after wave of powerful, wrenching orgasms rip through your entire being. You hear a deep, prolonged growl..very deep.....like a grizzly bear and your cheeks fill with my sweet seed as my cock explodes into your greedily sucking mouth.You remember my saying that when I use that double dildo on you that you will cum until I get tired. And you realize I do not tire easily.
You surrender entirely to orgasmic bliss.
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As one who has had an interest in Ds since high school and been active in the scene, off and on, for decades, both here and in Europe, I am continually astounded by those 'Doms' here who take insulting female submissives and coming on to people they have never met in the crudest manner as a matter of course.
There are several sources of information on the Internet available to those with an interest in learning, especially about submissive safety. My first suggestion to new submissives is to educate yourself. Google keywords like bdsm guidelines, submissive safety, safety net, safe calls and learn how to protect yourself.
One would think that those 'Dom's' who have just run down to Lowe's to buy a crop and start calling themselves 'Master', and/or come on to a female submissive with lines like 'On your knees' would at least take the time to seek out and read and educate themselves on the nature of BDSM.
But no, easier to try to bullshit their way online, especially with so many new submissive who haven't yet been able to discern the occasional sincere real Dom from the vast majority of phonies, liars, henpecked husbands and worst of all, psychopaths and abusers masquerading as 'Doms'.
The most important concept a new submissive should take to heart is that DS IS CONSENSUAL AND ANYTHING ELSE IS ABUSE. It does not matter how mild or wild the play is, if its not consensual, its a criminal activity. Ds is CONSENSUAL play.
The sad fact of the matter is that 90% plus of the folks on sites like these are not real. They do not understand the reality of a submissive's nature.
They are clueless about both the scientifuc as well as the popular literature on BDSM.
A true submissive is typically a very strong person in vanilla life. Very often a manager, decision maker, leader. They simply seek the pleasures inherent in VOLUNTARILY ceeding control for a time. They just want to relax, go with the flow and let somebody else be in charge for awhile.
Another type of submissive could be a person raised with a strict upbringing who has strong urges to explore acts and behavior that conflict with the values of that upbringing. Well what better way to explore and try to scratch that cosmic itch than to simply not be 'responsibe'? After all, if one is restrained and being told to do kinky things its not their 'fault'.
Whatever motivation the submissive has how does that make them an object of scorn or derision? Think of the mental, and sometimes physical trauma on these new submissives being caused by clueless abusers and nutcases masquerading as 'Doms'.
There are as many takes on DS as people in it. And that's fine. But nobody has
the right to lay their definition, their trip on you and declare that its the ONLY way. That is nonsense. In the best Ds clubs in Germany or Denmark, such an attitude would be laughed out of the room. As it should be. Ds can be so wonderfully exciting and satisfying with the synergy created by two people satisfying each others needs.
It can be almost beyond what words can describe. It is up to the two people
involved to determine where they are, where they would like to go. And
then how to get there.
As a possible meet and or play approaches, its FINE to be nervous, very nervous. That can add to the sexual tension and excitement, But there should be a clear distinction between nervousness and fear. Trust your instincts.
I always strongly advice a new submissive to try and get involved with a local group first. Go to a munch I know that many are very much afraid to do that. Sometimes they just don't want the public exposure. or they don't know what to expect at a munch. So maybe a little insight here.
A munch is nothing but a dinner with other like minded folks. Typically the group is completely indistinguishable from any other group in a restaurant. The dress, manner and talk is essentially sedate.
As everybody was new once, these are people who understand your feelings and concerns and will look after you. You get to meet and talk to people up close and personal and I feel that generally it is by far the best way to get involved in Ds. Now there are times when someone just doesn't like the type of people involved in a particular group. If that's the case you won't know until you attend a munch and then try and hook up with a different group.
Do not let ANYBODY define BDSM for you. If someone acts like an ass trying to give you orders from the start, something they have no right at all to do, you know you are dealing with a phony and an ass. I have had new submissives tell me they really are not sure how to respond to such obviously clueless jerks.
When somebody you do now know and have never met in person comes on to you in an insulting manner, giving you orders, and in general acting like a jerk, simply react to them as you would do to someone on the street who would come on to you the same way. They do not deserve the time of day. Hell, tell them to go make you a sandwich :)
A true Dom, a real Master or Mistress is first, a gentleman, gentlewoman ...unless provoked.
And if you EVER hear the phrase 'you are not a true sub' RUN, don't walk away. For they are truly clueless.
And you deserve better.
So please educate yourself, learn the basics of submissive safety, how to set up safe calls, the importance of knowing as much as possible about a potential partner BEFORE a meet. Consider involvement with a local or nearby group.
If you do have any questions or concerns anytime feel free to drop me a line. I love to help.
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Ever wonder if you are in the wrong line of work ? :) -
The Boarding School -
It wasn't the most obvious place to begin a friendship in the lifestyle that would endure for years. In the mid 1980's I was in the US Army Cavalry participating in one of a series of huge military exercises known as Reforger. All of the NATO armies returned to Germany for war games that were designed to simulate a Warsaw Pact invasion of Western Europe. It was halfway through the 2 week exercise when my unit linked up with a special British Army unit. The unit was similar to our Special Operations units and was actually the model and inspiration for our formation of Delta Force known as the SAS, (Special Air Service. )
We were all bedraggled from very little sleep the previous week, dust encrusted and willing to trade anything for a hot shower. I walked up to a Brit solider as he shrugged off his rucksack and asked him if he was having fun yet. I'll never forget his response. "I haven't had this much fun since pigs ate my brother". His name was Eddy and sharing a taste for irreverent humor, a long lasting friendship was born. Eddie and I hit off just perfectly.
I invited Eddie to look me up the next time he was in Germany for a weekend of partying and carousing in Frankfurt. So a few months later I was picking him up at the Frankfurt airport. As we walked back out to my car he noticed the huge building that sat adjacent to the airport. Eddie asked what it was and I told him. It was a sex shop. The size of it dwarfed the hugest WalMart Super-centers you see in the states. That led to a discussion on how open the climate was in Germany compared to the States and the UK. Noticing the miniature handcuffs I had hanging from my rear view mirror Eddie asked if that stood for what he thought it did. I replied that I did have an interest in and was active in the DS scene. As it turned out Eddie also had an interest in Ds.
Eddie was what we would call a medic or corpsman and had just left the British Army and he was particularly excited about his new gig. It turns out that he had taken on a staff position as a medic with a very prestigious private school for young ladies from the upper crust of UK society. It was a boarding school known for its high academic standards, strict codes of behavior and ..... something else. It was known that the school practiced corporal punishment on a regular basis. Eddie claimed that the parents knew of this practice and condoned it as an effective manner of keeping the girls on the straight and narrow. Not being familiar with the British school system I asked Eddie about the ages of the females attending the school and apparently they ranged from about the late teens to 21.
Eddie invited me to come visit him at this school the next time I was in the UK. I had actually visited the UK the previous year. Having a love of history, I made it a point to tour the country, spending time in London, seat of the English speaking world, York with its numerous cathedrals and museums including an especially fascinating underground Viking museum and dig, and Newcastle-upon-Tyne. I had been meaning to get back to see places like Cambridge with its beautiful architecture. So we set up a plan for me to visit Eddie at the school which we can call Farnsworth, (not its real name).
So months later I find myself out on the town in Farnsworth drinking the night away with Eddie and his former comrades in arms in the SAS. Here I am drinking rum and cokes and the SAS guys and Eddie are slamming down water tumblers full of scotch or bourbon on the rocks. I gave up trying to keep up. The unit was a veteran of the Falkland Islands campaign and they had some really funny tales to tell about that war. At one point one of the SAS guys had passed out and lay spread eagled on the floor. That's when I noticed that the rest of the pub's patrons, especially the civilians, gave the prone, unconscious figure a wide berth. I was suitably impressed.
Next morning I am in Eddie's office at the school. It was an impressive place. The grounds were massive, beautifully manicured, everything green and or flowers. The inside tended towards heavy dark wood, mahogany and oak, leather and stone. A punishment session was scheduled for later that afternoon and Eddie schooled me as to what to expect. The young ladies were to receive corporal punishment for various infractions that ranged from minor to major. All punishments were dealt out by the Headmaster. He was a stodgy old coot who bore a striking resemblance to either Mr Bluster, the puppet on the old Howdy Doody show, or to the current Prime Mister of Australia, your choice. As the resident medic, Eddie was required to be onsite to deal with any medical issues that might arise and to keep things safe, as apparently the more serious punishments could be relatively intense. Eddie said that in order to increase the humiliation being experienced by those being punished, it was common to have the more serious violators strip naked and watch the others being dealt with. Eddie had received permission for me to witness the proceedings explaining that I was an American Army medic. He advised me to speak only when spoken to. No problem. This was going to be interesting.
While touring the grounds with Eddie that day I had taken in the scenery in more ways than one. The young ladies in attendance were obviously upper class. They tended to have gorgeous, pale complexions, were in very good physical condition, the result of a strenuous physical fitness program at the school and tended to be soft spoken with downcast eyes that snuck peeks at Eddie and his visitor friend.
The room was all mahogany and oak, dark leather, walls full of hard cover books topped off with the faint sweet smell of a Dutch cavendish pipe tobacco. Eddie and I were standing behind and to the left of the Headmaster with a clear view of the young ladies lined up to our left. Mr Bluster, urr...the Headmaster, sat there looking bored and irritable as his assistant read off the charges and the punishment to the group of 5 young ladies. One was over 5 minutes late for a class, another had a room apparently not tidy enough, one was suspected of cheating on a test and the other two were guilty of 'immoral conduct unbecoming a Farnsworth student'. I gathered that they had been caught in bed with each other in the classic 69 position. Couldn't say I blamed either one. They were both stunners.
The 3 most serious offenders were then ordered to strip naked and watch. So, Eddy wasn't kidding. As the three most serious offenders disrobed, the Headmaster walked over to a wall and pulled aside a panel to reveal a collection of straps and canes that would rival many Ds dungeons I'd seen. There were about 5 canes that appeared to be rattan and ranged in thicknesses ranging from 1/4 inch to what appeared to be over a half inch. There were about 4 paddles ranging in size from about 10 inches long and 3 inches wide to a huge one over 3 feet long and 6-8 inches wide with circular holes drilled through it. These holes facilitated the air flowing through the huge strap as it whistled through the air towards its target. Being able to maintain speed made for a much more stinging impact.
On a shelf of the hidden panel were ropes. They seemed to range from what looked like parachute cord to the old fashioned fiber rappelling rope. This was a thick, heavy and sharp hemp rope that I knew from personal experience was particularly effective in doling out pain. 'Interesting', I thought, 'very interesting."
The first young lady, dressed in the traditional school garb of a madras skirt white blouse and knee socks was called forward. Bluster swiveled in his huge leather chair towards us and ordered the young lady to bend over his knee. As she did so, taking up the position, He raised her skirt but did not pull her white cotton panties down. This was the one late for a class and as a reminder of the need for 'punctuality being a requisite for success in this world' as the Headmaster put it, she was to receive 10 smacks with the small paddle. While the blows were not soft, they weren't really all that hard and while the student gasped and squirmed a bit, it was in general a light punishment. While this was going on I couldn't help but glance over to the 3 naked gorgeous students. One tried to cover her breasts, one tried to cover her pubic area. Both had their heads down, only occasionally sneaking glances at the proceedings. The third girl, however, was a different story. A stunning, green eyed brunette, she stood defiant, head up, legs spread, hands on hips, not at all ashamed and ready, maybe even willing to take her punishment.
The first young lady had received the 10 blows. She stood, replaced her skirt, and looking flushed but not teary eyed, thanked the Headmaster for his time and departed the room. Now it was time for the second violator of school rules, the one with the untidy room. Her sentence was to receive 15 blows on her naked bottom with a leather strap. She was told to step forward, remove her panties and skirt and lean forward as if she was being frisked by a cop and place her hands on the edge of the Headmaster's desk to steady herself. Eddie and myself repositioned ourselves for a better view. All in the name of health and safety of course. Violator number two, her naked ass jutting out both towards the girls and Eddie and myself, was ready. She was to count out loud the number of blows. The strap was black, looked thick, about 2 inches across and was folded in two. The Headmaster began, taking his time, at least 5 to 10 seconds between blows. He wanted her to think about each one. To think about the pain, what it felt like as it vibrated her entire groin area, the warmth, the caress that stung.
That's when I noticed it. The third violator, a blonde that was supposedly trying to cover her pussy. Her chest was getting flushed, her breathing was increasing..and there was NO doubt about it...she had one finger caressing her clit. She was enjoying the action, getting off on it. That's when I began to believe that I had gotten into the wrong line of work. The bold brunette, let's call her Veronica, was also getting into the mood. Her hips were swaying...slight...but noticeable and seemed to jerk a bit with each blow to the violator. She noticed my taking in all of this, my scanning her entire naked body, the obvious sexual tension rising in the room and smiled at me. She was loving this. And she was not alone. Eddy gave me a slight nudge. He hadn't mentioned it in his telling me about the school and I understood why. He wanted to see if I also noticed it. It was obvious. Some of the young ladies considered the punishment sessions the highlight of their stay here. Undoubtedly they broke rules on purpose in order to receive what they needed and deserved. Talk about hot!
The count was four now and violator number two began to sob softly. Her ass-cheeks had taken on a warm glow and were getting quite flushed. The Headmaster then seemed to intentionally mix and match his blows. Subtly changing the tempo and placement of the strap. The next few came down just below the ass and stung the young lady across the upper and even inner thighs as the strap searched and explored. She was definitely feeling this now and began to cry openly. But she maintained the count. The rule was miss one, and it began all over again. After targeting the upper and inner thighs Bluster went back to the ass-cheeks and warmed them up thoroughly. The young lady was finished. Make up running, she got dressed, thanked the headmaster and quickly left.
Ok, so much for the preliminaries. Now it was time for the main events.
(To be continued)
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First Fist
Kentucky, 1996
She was a bluegrass girl, from the great state of Kentucky. Relatively new to BDSM, she had been 'collared' by a guy who referred to himself as a 'Master'. However after hearing a few stories from her about how he treated his submissive over the years it quickly became apparent that this supposed Dom was no Master. Simply another jerk on a power trip who went down to Lowes to buy himself a crop and bestowed upon himself a title that was anything but earned.
While I understand that the sadist/masochist relationship can be quite valid among consensual adults in the lifestyle, this guy was more Asshole than Master. I won't go into the particulars of how he treated this young lady. Suffice it to say that Marsha was desperately in need of someone who 'got it' to help her address and satisfy her strong needs.
Marsha was about 5 feet tall, maybe 130 pounds with full breasts and hips that had been widened a bit by natural childbirth. What she lacked in real world experience she more than made up for in sincerity, honesty and desire. Marsha wanted to totally relinquish control to somebody she could feel for and trust. She had a strong need to really let go and be taken, used and enjoyed to the max.
And she liked it rough. That element of physicality allowed her to feel that she had given total control to the Dominant and that she would simply relax, do what she was told, when she was told, how she was told and go with the flow.
In our talks leading up to our first play, I felt strongly that I could provide what was needed to the exact extent it was needed. It was important, however, that Marsha really trust me. And to that end our first play was relatively mild, even generic in nature. But I made sure that the impression was given between and along with her many many orgasms that she could really let loose with me. That she would be cared for, cherished, guided and motivated to go to where she wanted to go, safely yet intensely.
Marsha had mentioned to me that she would like to try fisting with someone who, in her words, 'understood and didn't want to just hurt me'. Noted.
For our second play I rented a cabin for the weekend in the deep woods. There was plenty of privacy and that offered the opportunity for outdoor play. It was a warm sunny summer day with temps in the low 80's with low humidity and a nice soft breeze. I wanted our play today to reflect the fact that I could satisfy her deepest needs. With that in mind, we began that afternoon with what some would consider 'vanilla' sex. The cabin had a nice front porch with one of those wide swings where one could sit and rock away the day basking in the warm sunshine.
We both walked out on the porch naked and I took a seat on the swing. The swing seat was initially almost hot to the touch. I sat down, bounced up and sat back down and had Marsha kneel before me on a small pillow and give me head. She was an excellent cock sucker and approached that task with enthusiasm. My cock was soon rock hard, the head straining to grow ever larger and it began to throb. She gently took my balls in her hands and began to pull gently while she sucked ever harder. She then began to force my cock harder and harder into her mouth so that she began to gag a bit. She loved gagging on my cock.
It was a lovely sensation. The back of Marsha's throat grasping at my cock head, her tongue licking at the large cum carrying tube on the underside of my cock. Marsha had let me know she could deep throat soon into our first play when she had suddenly slid my cock into her throat and then out. I told her to do that again and it was all she wrote. I grabbed her head hard, blasted my cum right down her throat all the while telling her to "Take it!!! Take it!!".
This time, however, I had decided to cum into a different hole and had her stop and turn around. I then had her take a seat in my lap facing away from me and to guide my straining cock into her dripping pussy. It was wonderful. There we were sitting on this large, wide swing on the porch, my cock firmly and deeply embedded in her warm cunt. I grasped her tits and she leaned back into my arms as I nuzzled her neck and kissed her cheeks. The sun was wonderfully warm on our naked bodies and the very soft breeze whisked away any trace of perspiration.
We sat there. Still. Enjoying ... no . .. loving the moment. All you could hear were the whispers of the pine trees as they gently swayed in the breeze and the chirping of the birds. I was gently pinching and pulling her nipples when I began to flex my cockhead in her pussy. Marsha moaned as my cock throbbed in her grasping cunt and I felt her juices begin to flow over my balls and onto my thighs. I then began to rock the swing and told Marsha to spread her legs so I could easily manipulate her clit.
This was one of those magical moments that you know while you are experiencing it you will never forget. It was almost hypnotic. Time stops, or at least becomes irrelevant. Growing up in New England I was very familiar with the works of the Transcendentalists and knew exactly the super metaphysical state of mind that could be attained contemplating the wonders of nature while deep in the woods. Thoreau, Emerson, Dickinson and Wiliam Cullen Bryant had all described it. I had attained these altered states at times while, for example, running 'par courses', nature trails in the Bavarian woods. When it was right, when it worked, you literally 'became' the wolf', feeling strong, resilient like you could run hard forever ... .in the zone.
We were there now...in the zone...two intertwined sexual animals...both deeply involved to the point of tantric detachment. Our loins, my cock and balls and her cunt essentially had minds of their own now. Throbbing, grasping, squeezing.......I then spread Marsha's cunt lips and asked her to piss for me as we rocked. It took a few seconds but then there we were....naked in the sunlight.....two creatures embedded as one.....rocking...my cock throbbing and growing ever harder within her...and she let go.
A long arc of her piss shot out towards the porch railing and she pushed her hips back hard against me moaning ...then grunted as she began to cum. I felt her cunt squeezing me ...it was like a strong little hand..and I came so hard my balls hurt as they spasmed my load into her. I shot load after load. A pipeline of hot cum that filled her sweet pussy and slowly dripped back down around my cock. Incredible! I knew that this had been one for the books.
I also knew that it was time to take Marsha and provide her with her first fisting. I walked back into the cabin to collect a few things, then came back and, grabbed Marsha by the hair and led her down the porch stairs and onto the lush lawn behind the cabin.
Marsha had strong needs. She loved it rough, sought out pain and loved the wild eroticism of unbridled humiliation training. She told me stories of how, as a young girl, she would intentionally hit a boy so he would hit her back and she could revel in the sensation and bruises. She had also let me know that she loved the flogging to be intense. She had actually asked me to use something on her that I only rarely used for those special occasions where the submissive needed something more than the standard crop or flogger. It was an old military hemp rappelling rope. Heavy and sharp, I would double it over and it would land with a dull thud.
She loved it.
I had once taken her from behind. My favorite position - doggy style. Driving hard and deep into her. Decades of weight training does convey a certain amount of strength and I would use that strength to grab her hips and impale her hard on my cock. One hand grabbing her hair and using her hair as one would the reins of a horse, the other flogging my little race hose as I rode her hard. It was then that I heard the sexiest words I ever heard from a submissive. Between her yelps and screams of pleasure/pain she looked over her shoulder at me and said to me 'Hurt me Sir!'. That was it. I came so hard it hurt.
I led her out to a small path of mature hardwoods at the edge of the cabin's lawn. I then had her assume a subservient position, kneeling, head and shoulders down to the grass, her ass raised, legs spread. I began tying parachute cord, immensely strong coated nylon line, to the trees.
Marsha looked fantastic. Naked but for an ankle bracelet, her body began to assume a slight sheen of sweat as the afternoon temps began to rise. Standing her up I fastened fur lined, heavy leather ankle and wrist restraints to her. Tying the parachute cord to her limbs, she was now spread eagled between two large oaks.
I fastened a blindfold to her, picked up a flogger and stood to admire the scene.
I thought about going inside to get a portable stereo. The last time I had flogged her it was in my home gym. I used my squat rack to secure her then flogged her to AC/DC's 'For Those About to Rock'.
In this case I decided that the silence of her apprehension, wrapped by the sounds of the forest, would be our soundtrack. I slowly walked around her, letting my senses take in the delicious sight. I was in no rush, although I suspected that the sound of the nearby babbling brook would soon have Marsha begging to piss. The sound of running water had that affect on her more than most.
Then I began, slowly at first. Softer, light strokes to serve as her warm up. Bringing the blood to the service slowly to better prepare her for the more vigorous strokes to come. The only parts of her body not to feel the flogger were her head and lower back. Everything else was fair game.
I continued to work her over, The soft leather of the flogger exploring her, caressing her, warming her. Her ass, legs, thighs, stomach, breasts, upper back and arms. Gradually I increased the tempo and force of the strokes as I watched her carefully and closely for her reactions. She was breathing heavier now, her chest beginning to flush, her toes curling slightly.
Now to her pussy. I grabbed a smaller flogger and began to flog her pussy in an upward motion. Immediately her breath caught in her throat and I saw her body tense. Marsha had received a very pleasant surprise the very first time I had flogged her pussy. She requested permission to cum and speak and told me as she came repeatedly that she never suspected a pussy flogging would have that effect on her. 'Its all in the delivery' was my reply. Had to smile.
I moved forward, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as the pussy whipping continued. She requested permission to cum. 'Denied' was my reply and I continued to flog her cunt. Her back arched as I pulled her head back harder. Her chest was now beet red and I knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. 'Sir, may I cum?' she panted. 'Yes!', and she let out an incredibly sexy scream tinged with the liquid sounds of her extremely powerful orgasm.
I let her rest a bit and checked her restraints to ensure that her circulation was not being impeded. More 'Doms' should be aware of the incredible damage in a short period of time cutting the circulation can do. She was fine and I grabbed a towel, removed her blindfold and began to work the lubricant over my hands.
I have been told I have beautiful hands. They are not exceedingly large and I love to use them to help a lady reach the heights of intense ecstasy that can be attained with a good fisting. Some woman can, some woman can't. It helps if the woman has given natural childbirth but that certainly isn't a requirement. If a woman can't be fisted I don't force the issue. The point of the exercise is not to cause permanent damage or harm. But to take a submissive to another level of sensation they might not have known existed.
And so I began. One hand beginning to work, sliding into her wonderfully sweet and wet cunt. My thumbed flicked over and worked her clit as my other fingers separated her pussy lips, probed, urged, explored. At that point I wanted to move into Marsha's cunt and live there. Put up some black light posters, lick the walls , and dive in deeper, deeper.
I had three fingers in now and poured more lube on my hand as I began to use four. Her pussy was now truly being filled. I kept a gentle but constant pressure encouraging her to relax and take my hand in. The fact that she had already had one orgasm was a help. Within a minute I was working my entire hand in....feeling the pressure as my knuckles entered her pussy portal.
The squeezing......her hips were shaking, almost twitching. Then I was in. All of my hand firmly embedded in Marsha's cunt. I reached up with my other hand, grabbed a breast hard and told her to look down. She gasped at the sight of my hand completely inside her pussy.
She was mine. Every inch of her. I had her, mind, body, heart and soul as she was completely at my mercy. The slightest little squeeze of my hand, as small as one quarter inch squeeze, and her pussy would immediately convulse, spasm and grab my hand. Her legs would cramp, her stomach muscles would contract so that her entire midsection would be rock hard. She would be cumming so hard she couldn't breath. In a matter of seconds she would be begging me to stop so she could uncramp her legs and catch her breath. It was unreal, on another plane of pleasure/pain/sensation.
And so I began. A slight squeeze and the familiar feeling of her cunt grasping my hand...squeezing it...not wanting to ever let it go. Gasping sounds...not words...sounds, came from her mouth...her legs strained against the parachute cord. I watcher her abs ripple, actually ripple as the powerful orgasmic convulsions steamrolled over her. I relaxed my hand a few seconds but remained inside her. Then again, and again, and again.
It was truly a delight...the total power exchange, one creature leading, teaching, helping, the other willfully following however involuntarily were the spasms of ecstasy.
Her pussy was gushing now, flowing juices coating my wrist and arm. With my free hand I spanked her ass, teased and probed her asshole, pinched and pulled her nipples. All side dishes to the main course of her cunt being totally used, filled, ravaged, explored and enjoyed. Marsha was almost crying now, then almost laughing, the pleasure so intense as to almost be beyond interpretation or comprehension.
The sounds emanating from her mouth were not human.....they were animal-like, passionate, liquid, speaking the language of total overwhelming pleasure. She was now completely on another plane, drifting, floating, being tossed about and held aloft by strong winds and waves of unbelievable sensation..a heightened, totally aware version of subspace. No longer in control of her bodily reactions I knew what was coming. And it did.
Marsha suddenly let loose with a flood of pee which sailed over my right shoulder. Totally out of control now.....pissing, cumming, laughing, crying, her entire being spasming out of control. An altered state, reduced to her elementals, a living, breathing orgasmic fountain.
Enough for now. I slowly removed my hand. Her pussy very reluctantly letting me go. I stood and hugged her spread-eagled body close to mine as I kissed away her tears. She smiled weakly and whispered 'You've spoiled me for any other Dom." "There are worse things' I replied hugging her close.
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The Initiation - Part Two - Part one is elsewhere in this journal. -
So the initiation party had gotten off to a rousing start and it promised to be a wild and crazy night. I made my way around the very nice home and tried my survivor phrase German out on the locals. What I found amusing was that not only did the local Germans appreciate somebody trying to speak their language but they took the opportunity to answer back in English, a language that many studied in school. So it worked out nicely both ways. But safe to say that much of the communication that night was non verbal.
The action shifted to a large great room which looked out onto a veranda and pool. Around the great room were a victorian cross, a 'lover's chair', a few benches and tables, 2 cages, the usual couches and armchairs. Music was blasting through a great sound system and the sounds of the 80's, The Police, Crowded House and more provided the backdrop for the wild goings on.
Some were dancing, others with all hands exploring, probing and caressing were essentially having sex standing up. One man had his female sub laid out on a round table. He had pulled up a table, placed the lady's feet up on his shoulders, and was leisurely eating her pussy and tongue fucking her asshole. Back and forth, for a very long time. The sub did not seem to be in the mood to ask him to stop anytime this century.
Over on the couch, Dr Feelgood, who apparently WAS a real MD, was giving lessons and demonstrations on manipulating the famed Grafenburg spot. There was no shortage of volunteer gushers and the ladies were wriggling and squealing with delight as the Doctor did his best via the palpitation of the correct pressure points to get them to gush. Some dribbled a few drops amidst intense orgasms. Others gushed several feet with the experience leaving them breathless and shaking.
One male submissive was tied to the cross and his Domme was working him over with a violet wand. His head was tilted back and he his back arched as the electricity dancing across his genitals provided what I am sure were some interesting sensations.
The lady to be initiated was in the lover's chair. This was a chair made out of red tubular steel with stirrups similar to a gyno table and a bench strategically placed between the stirrups. It allowed the assumption of various positions and facilitated easy access to a variety of holes and pleasure centers. Angel had been strapped to the chair, her legs spread wide and both holes were easily accessible.
Somebody had attached tens unit patches to her nipples, the inside of her inner thighs high up by her pussy and one placed just above her clit. Apparently a mild, rhythmic current was flowing as Angel's hips were gently but regularly moving to the feel of that electric drumbeat.
Other folks had been fastening a very long line of clothespins to her in the longest such chain I had ever seen. The pins were connected by a long string. It reminded me of the world record attempts at toppling dominoes. The string ran up one side of her body, around her breasts, down the the other side and then back to each nipple. Where they were fastened right over the patches for the tens unit.
Others were working her over with a variety of dildoes and vibrators.
She was not allowed to cum under the threat of a severe single tail lashing. One lady was sliding a vibrating egg on the end of a long stalk into Angel's pussy and was leisurely stirring it around and moving it in and out while she alternately sucked on Angel's clit. When Angel would beg permission to cum, everyone would freeze and allow Angel to descend a bit before resuming the erotic torture.
In front of Angel was her husband with two eager subbies playing with him. One was on her knees in front of him feeding upon his cock while the other was on her knees behind him spreading his ass cheeks and tongue fucking his asshole.
Watching all this from her vantage point in the chair, Angel was in a bad way. She was sweating profusely and started to scream for somebody, anybody to fuck her and provide her with some release. "Anybody" , she kept saying over and over in German, "Fuck me, please!!!""" It was an incredibly hot scene to witness.
Her prayers were answered in the form of....Ernst. Ernst's nickname roughly translated to 'Horse Cock' and he certainly lived up to his nick. Roughly 12 inches and as big around as my wrist, Ernst was prepared for action. He moved forward and straddled the seat at the base of the lover's chair. Angel's legs framed him as he studied her prone figure. She was gasping now, her chest was flushed and she was glancing nervously at Ernst's huge cock, not sure if this was an experience to be anticipated or feared.
Two subbies grabbed ahold of Ernst's cock and positioned it at the entrance to Angel's cunt. Everyone stopped to watch this dramatic and even historic occasion. I expected to hear a drum roll. Instead, the sounds of 'Relax' by Frankie Goes to Hollywood thundered through the room. If you've ever seen the video for this song...well this was the perfect soundtrack!
Ernst inched forward just a tad and Angel gasped as the monster cock slid just inside her outer lips. A bit more movement forward now and Angel was beginning to feel her pussy ever so slowly being stretched....to the max. Ernst's breathing increased and he began to slide deeper into Angel's cunt. It was an awesome site...Angel's pussy stretched wide almost seemed to have a life of its own and was grabbing onto the horse cock. Angel looked like she was going to pass out and begged permission to cum. "No, not yet" replied one male Dom and he upped the current on the tens unit as a reminder that she was not to cum unless given permission.
Angel was frantic now...her every muscle seemed to be straining against the straps...her toes were curled..her chest became even redder. Ernst was slowly fucking her ...driving deeper and deeper with each stroke. Angel's husband watched with an obvious delight. He loved to see his wife used like this and wondered if even his fisting her those few times could have matched this sensation.
Ernst began to pile drive now. Grunting loudly, he was seriously driving hard into her, using her legs as leverage. Angel's mouth opened once again and an animal like sound came out that could have been her asking once again for permission to cum. But at that point it barely sounded human.
Then I heard it' 'Yah' said the DungeonMaster and Angel's mouth opened, her body tensed and she began to let out this scream. With that, Ernst could no longer hold on and he literally exploded into her with such force that cum was being forced back out of her cunt around Ernst's cock. At that exact moment the DungeonMaster pulled the cord on the long line of clothespins and they ripped off her body in series.
That moment is suspended in time for me...the imagery...the sounds....the animal sex smell.....Angel's being totally helpless, filled, used and enjoyed ....Ernst pile-driving into her sweating, heaving form....the total debauchery that was going on all around me....that final explosion of orgasmic fury.....incredible.
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