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We are a 24/7 Master/slave and husband/wife in search of friendship and more. He likes to have other men use her alongside Him. We are not swingers, he does not play with other women. She is fiesty and loves very rough play. We are not for the feint at heart. She likes to be hit hard, choked out and used to His liking. He calls the shots, always. You will not touch her until we meet and He knows she is comfortable with you. He has the utmost respect and love for her and her safety and happiness are first. We are laid back, love to share a drink and laughs and then get to serious business. She's wild and unforgettable.... she was once thought to be out of control and untamable. He knew different, He saw more. That's why He owns her, and married her. He is her world, and she is His.... If you are interested in meeting for a drink in search of friendship and/or more, feel free to send a message

9/27/2013 8:36:18 AM An entry from Nancy..... I look at myself and I don’t see much. I hardly see anything worthy in myself yet Scott has this undeniable desire to, as he puts it “show me off” Of course, I’ll do anything to please him (almost) and he knows it. Sometimes he really pushes me, but only as far as he knows he can. Sometimes I enjoy he things he does/makes me do….other times not as much, But if I pleased him, mission accomplished. Ok on a side note I still can’t believe I’m saying something like that. I look back at the old me who is seeing what I write and going HAHAHAHHAHAHA fucking whimp. I think I am but Scott tires to make me buy into the whole “being a slave/submissive makes you strong” of course he says that while I’m on the floor with his foot on my back, thus making it even harder to swallow. But strength and submission is not my topic of the day. He loves to have me dress up, you know, the skirts cut up to here, the shirt cut down to there, the …as he refers to them “come fuck me heels” and take me…wherever. Sometimes he likes nothing more than to watch men look. I personally don’t see it. We will walk around the casino, he has a big smile on his face and I’m lost. I still watch the ground a lot. Not wanting to see the looks of disgust I believe I get. But something must go on because Scott loves doing it and he does love to embarrass some people. I’ll be minding my business when I hear him say “I’m sorry would you like me to move so you can get a better look?” My heart pounds because I know he’s messing with someone who he believes was staring. Of course dressed the way I am he expects it so I don’t get it!!! Or he will eye someone watching me walk by and he deliberately puts his hand on my ass for a good squeeze. We went out with me in a particularly revealing outfit once and he actually laughed out loud as he watched some guy get slapped by his wife for looking. I mean, Scott went hysterical. I think he’s nuts. Sick bastard. DAMN I LOVE HIM! Simple pleasures I guess. It makes him happy so… But sometimes he gets a tad more feisty. As we all know there are not a lot of places to go have um….fun around here. Thankfully Leather Night lets us occasionally indulge in a bit of wildness but even that has limits. Wait for it. You know its coming…Yep, he loves to fuck me in front of people. Oh stop being shocked. You’re not? I still am!! Being watched? HELLO! Are we forgetting my body issues?? Oh no problem. Scott would NEVER disrespect me like that. Ever. So how do we fix that? Simple, open access where he needs it. When? You guessed it, at all times. It makes it more convenient if a mood ever strikes him. The mood can strike him simply in the car, feeling like he wants to give passing trucks a show. HE wants to give them a show. I try and talk him out of it…”but honey…. Do you want to be the reason they are not watching the road?” I’m TRYING to be socially responsible here! Don’t I get kudos?? No I get fucked. Literally. HA! Oh, wait… I’m sorry, you think I’m kidding? The ONLY time I’m allowed to wear panties is to work. Every time we go out, no panties. I have to say Winter can be a real bitch!!! But anyway…so back to exhibitionism. What? That IS what we are talking about. So ok, you can go to the adult stores I guess but they tend to be rather empty and well….there is one I just can’t go in. No reason to go on. So where else? Yup. The adult movie theater. Its predominantly men there, what better audience? They are there for PORN so why not live porn? We walk in with the skirt up to here…oh you remember. And heads turn immediately. Some people walk right over but Scott always puts up his hand indicating to them to back off. Looky no touchy. We take a seat and slides his hand up my leg pulling my thighs apart. I try to close them but he’s just a tad stronger than me. I know, I’ll never win the war but I’ll never stop fighting the fight!! Yeah it sounds good. No. it really doesn’t.. Anyway, as soon as my legs are spread wide he asks the people around us. ... you see that? He's showing off one of his many marks. He absolutely loves my piercings. He lets a few get a good look, I can see the pride on his face. Sick bastard. DAMN I LOVE HIM! He flicks the 3 rings with his finger asking me in a loud voice. ... does that feel good? He knows it does so why ask the obvious?! Why not ask, is the sky blue? Is the grass green? Is this floor sticky?? Wait. ....ewwwww yes it is! Once he has me moist and trembling he wants the show to skip to the next scene so he slides his fingers inside me fucking me hard with them. Bad idea!!!! Where’s my damn foreplay?? Oh who are we kidding…I have a hard time controlling myself when I feel those strong hands on me…those rough fingers slamming inside me over and over…and…o..v..e.r…….huh? Where was I? I don't know why that particular thing gets to me like it does, but I know it does and worse, HE knows it does. My legs start to shake the he asks "do you want to cum?" No I'd rather knit a sweater. Yes I want to come!!! Well not really. I mean I am ready I feel great but I'm so self-conscious about cumming. I’m aware how bad I look how loud I am and the potential for a big mess if he Doesn’t FREAKING stop!!! He asks the ever growing crowd should I let her cum? Did someone just say no??? Someone tell the peanut gallery to stfu!!! But Scott never lets me off easy. He's not ready. Be pulls his hand from between my legs and pulls my hair back asking me, "are you my fucking whore?" I just smile which elicits a smack in the face. “I asked you something.” I told him “Thank you Captain Obvious, I’m well aware.” Ok I said that on the inside. But I didn’t answer knowing I’ll get another smack. So yummy. Sure enough a strong one right across the cheek. He knows that now I'm really wet so he jams his fingers back inside me. Then he simply tells me not to make a mess. Simple for him to say not simple for me to do. Then comes the order..."Come my whore" with that I arch my back coming right or of my seat, sticking in my breath as its rightthere. I start to shake, my body bucks as Scott wraps the arm that was on my shoulder around me to cover my mouth. Smart Man. I scream my head of and cum hard yet still holding back. I finally subsiding a quivering mess with my head on his lap. Ok, back up. Yes. Its sad but true. This man has me trained to cum on command. Its sick and I feel like a freaking idiot but he has done it. He makes me cum sometimes out of nowhere when we are just sitting watching TV or something just because he can. Sick bastard. DAMN I LOVE HIM! I can hear people murmur a bit I don’t know what they are saying. Its rare that i cum when we are out like I do when we are home . I'm more reserved but Damn it still feels good. Scott unzips his pants while my head laid in his lap. His cock already hard. I hungrily lick the tip and up and down the sides before finally sliding it on my mouth. He puts his hand on the bank of my head forcing me to take all of him which of course causes me to choke. I drop to my knees trying to push away when he finally lets me go. I open my mouth and without thinking say what the fuck?! Uh oh. He grabs my head and starts fucking my throat pulling out only long enough to slap my face some more sometimes with his hand someone's with his cock. Sick bastard. DAMN I LOVE HIM! I'm getting dizzy. He grabs my hair with both hands and picks me up by my hair throwing me over the chair in front of me. He pulls my shirt down a bit more to supply s good view. He hikes up my skirt and without a moment’s hesitation slams inside me. He pounds me hard . We fuck like wild animals. My most exposed breasts are doing the hippie hipipe shake as he fucks me harder and harder. I'm not even aware of where we are, who is watching. This is sex with me and Scott. We are in our own world. He reached around putting his hands in my mouth prying it wide open. I think I'm drooling..... charming. Sick bastard. DAMN I LOVE HIM!A few good slams and I know… I can feel… I can hear… I know him, he's ready. I'm not allowed to cum before him so I'm really keen to knowing when he's ready. He pulls out and tells me to get on my knees. No sooner than I drop he jams his cock in my mouth and cums hard. I patiently wait for every drop to slide down my throat. He helps me up and looks at the crowd. He pulls down the back of my shirt showing my Master's pet tattoo. “You see that?” He asks. “She belongs to me.” A lot of murmurs again. Some saying… nice. Someone tells him he trained me well. I'm just standing there totally out of it. Now I need to be alone with him, and I know that’s what he wants now too. Shows over, its alone time. He gently takes me by the waist and takes me to the car kissing my neck and shoulders telling me how proud he is. You'd think the night is over but it's not. He thrives in that pride. He's stull turned on by what I do for him. Sick bastard. DAMN I LOVE HIM! We go home and make love.... that part... is only for us :)