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Byjou
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I look forward to expand my experience as a DOM and also I would not mind to meet a dominant lady to experience life as a SUB.
I look for open minded partners controlled by similar urges who do this primary for pleasure or curiosity, not for money.
I want to go to the end of my fantasies.
And I know it is forbidden.
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Some words about me: smooth-talker, open minded, non-smoker, social-drinker, creative, photographer, writer, mountain lover, swimmer, dark-sided, intelligent, god-believer, explorer...
Personal blog: www.sweetslavery.blogspot.com
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The Cup
Come.
Let's drink together.
You bring the cup, and the master pours. The cup is filled, but he pours more. The fluid is spilled and burns your hands. You shiver out of pain, while you look at the master who pours again and again in the cup that is already filled.
Can't you see the cup is full? How can I give you my knowledge, while your cup is already full? Empty your cup! Undo what you have learned, and receive my gift in a proper manner.
Suffer and learn. |
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A slave Confession
I obey for the eroticism and the pleasure. It's practical. You are relieved of criticism and real choices. I also find a kind of liberation in it. A liberation by being obedient all the time. You see, freedom isn't something very easy to live with. Obedience led me to something diffrent, more profound.
To stop thinking.
That's the first step. To stop thinking is to be freed of pain.
I had painful periods in my life. I obeyed anywone who happened to be around, to help me. They gave me simple advice: Crush my ego. I obeyed. Whthout question. And my pain gradualy faded. In fact, my pain was linked to a profound refusal to accept myself. The pain faded, and I gradually felt almost totaly free. I begun to realy know my body, and use it, including as an object of pleasure. I stopped thinking. My constant anxiety disappeared.
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So... here comes the girl.
She barely knows me.
But she choses to trust her instincts. That's why she is here. Standing, waiting, but she can't see dhe dark room. A velvet curtain blocks her vision...
You are silent. You seem content.
You know how to wait. I think I like that.
Most people do not know how to appreciate silence.
And the silence is heavy as I inspect your features.
You feel ashamed. Don't be. You arouse desire. In fact, is not that your purpose? Cute girl. For this you have been created! Soft hands, gentle body. Lovely face and clear big eyes...
As you stand near the chair, I tell you to sit in a rather brutal manner. I sense in you a certain emotion. A cue of fear and the curiosity in your big wet eyes.
Your curiosity arises as I enter the dark room and return with a bag. I tell you that your body is no longer yours as I showed you the contract signed by your verry delicate trembling hand.
You nod.
In the next hours you will be an object. A toy.
A mere observer of my vicious cruel work.
Don's stare at me. Try to understand.
I take a chair and sit next to you.
Put your leg on my knee I say. I gently take the left one and embrace its anckle in a hard leather collar. Then I go to the right, while speaking:
Self is the root, the tree, and the branches of all the evils of your fallen state. I am here to break that. You can know yoursself only when you meet yoursself. The other you awaits beyond the borders you were allways afraid to cross. I'll help you take the journey. I may even push you and drag you along the path.
And you will follow.
Willingly or not.
You smile gently. I can hardly see a smile on the corner of your red lips. You love the touch of leather I'd say. Restraints give her both confort and relief. They are specialy designed to have a soft touch. So you may spend longer time trapped.
You begin to like this little game. After all, "is just an adventure". A trip for your senses. Hall of Delights, Garden of Pleasure...
You are so wrong.
You have no ideea...
I let you dream about that. I allways did and I encoureged it.
My devious little trap. The edge of infernal pit is covered in honey. Sweet slippery path that leads deep down below. Follow the sweetnes, you seeker of pleasure.
As you enjoy your toughts I begin to explore your flesh this time in a rather physical manner. I touch you. Sometimes gently, sometimes rough, sometimes with lack of intrest. I seek for the spots. What spots? Does it matter?
It tickles you, and you begin to laugh.
That does it. I plunge my hand deep into your hair and pull it with force.
Look at me and listen well for I will say it once: from this verry moment, you will not do ANYthing unless you are asked for.
You grind your teeth and try tu pull yoursself back from my grip. But I am stronger. And still you are tied.
Unfair you think? There is no such thing as "unfair advantage".
As you feel the strong pull and you writhe a little to no avail, you understand that submission is not such a bad approach. You look me in the eyes and nod.
Smart girl.
You are a fast learner!
I think we may continue our session... |
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