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Give to me what is mine
I shall open my soul to you
I shall open my eyes to you
I shall take you to your limits
and all I ask is that you give me what is mine
I shall wipe away your sweet tears
I shall touch your fevered desire
I shall soothe your skin
I shall caress your soul
and all I ask is that you give me what is mine
I shall give you what you need
I shall paint the fantasy
I shall bring it to life
I shall fulfill your dreams
and all I ask is that you give me what is mine
You are mine
and in surrender
you eternally bind me to you
that is the way of us
Give to me what is mine
I SEARCH FOR:
II am your Master only after earning your trust and I
embrace your submissiveness. I have looked into your
heart and mind and clearly see your desires and
passions. You have thrown away your fears and
inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart
and body. You have given me total access to your
soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor.
You are a woman. You are not weak or inferior
because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished.
We are not equal. I have the strength of body and
mind and the instinctive need to protect, possess,
defend and provide for you. You are a woman and
instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your
belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your
strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires
encourage and give purpose to my efforts.
We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We
compliment each other and make each other complete.
My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not
to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because
you are secure in being totally feminine. We each
recognize and accept our worth, and our need for
someone to trust and fulfill our needs.
You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood.
You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but
from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand
strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the
strength and control of a man. In return you present
control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty,
and the faithfulness of your heart. You submit
because I have earned your trust. Because I have
opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have
listened to your words with my ears and heart and
have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions.
And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you
have given me the only true treasure of life; you
have given me dominance over you.
What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and
the rarest gift a woman give a man. You have given
me complete and unshakable assurance of your
commitment to me. Your submissiveness ia a
magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept
this from you with humility and joy. I understand
the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it
is your body and soul, your heart and mind. I
dominate you only because you have allowed it. I
dominate only because you have allowed me to and
when I see your body kneel before me, in my mind and
heart you are raised above all other woman, and all
the treasures of the earth. What you give freely can
not in reality be bought.
I am a passionate Dom in search of a life partner. If you enjoy lots of sex, kink and being controlled then message me. Please be in good physical shape with no disabilities, and height weight proportionate.
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Master had been out of town for a little over 2 weeks, and was expected home in the morning. Having once again read over the list of His rules, she wondered if she could really agree to His demands..and, if she signed the agreement, if she could live up to it.
Since He would be out of town and wanted her to concentrate on the seriousness of the document, he had left no assignments.....but, neither had he allowed her any release during this period. Her need was becoming great enough that she thought, with a smile, that she might sign anything He asked....and in blood, if required to have just one orgasm. Then, knowing that Master would not appreciate her making light of something so important....she once again read them over.
He had control over her mind, soul, and body......ok, nothing new there.....that was a given whether or not she signed anything. He asked for complete honesty....so, she couldn't lie to him anyway....she always told on herself if she did something, no matter how minor the offense. He
required that she keep the house clean and have his meals ready when He camein for work.....as if she didn't already do that. That she remain with Him as long as their love survived.....
She wasn't sure at what point she had drifted off to sleep, but the sun was now filtering through the window and her alarm hadn't gone off. Jumping out of bed, she knew that she was running late......Master's plane was to arrive in ten minutes, and she had a twenty minute drive to get
there!
Rushing around naked trying to find suitable clothes, shoes, purse and keys....she had dashed down the hall to answer the phone. "No, thank you, I do not need another credit card." she replied to the question. Dropping the receiver, she turned pulling her sweater over her head and bumped into something hard.....pushing her head through the neck, her bewildered eyes
met the amused, twinkling eyes of Master.
"I missed you girl, and had a chance for an earlier flight. One of the other guys gave me a ride home," He said. "Sir, i over-slept, but i was hurrying....i think i need a spanking", was her reply.
As she felt her rounded bottom being warmed and turning pink at the Master's hand, she knew she was where she belonged.....and signing His agreement to follow His rules was only a formality. |
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The Sexual Submissive
A sexual submissive is a person who manifests submissive traits only in direct connection with sexual arousal and release. In all other aspects of their life this person will probably comport themselves in a manner that is neutral or indistinguishable from a nonscene related person, vanilla.
There is one line of thought that a sexual submissive may be more closely related to a scene fetisher than to a submissive who is submissive throughout the scope of their life.
A fetish is an object or part of the body that arouses sexual or libidinal interest generally to the conclusion of genital or orgasmic release.
In this case the fetish becomes a part of the mind or thought processes that triggers sexual arousal rather than what we typically consider to be a fetish object such as a 'shoe fetish' or even a body worship fetisher i.e. a person who is sexually aroused by the action of body worship. Since the mind is obviously part of the body, this thought process can then be viewed as potentially a fetish even though the thought process itself might be relatively broad and appear to be unfocused (in terms of fetish type focus or obsessions). When the entire mental process becomes obsessive the specialization seen or noted in traditional fetish behavior becomes inclusive or not easy to note.
It is interesting to consider that within the framework of 'scening' or the theater of the sexual arena the sexual submissive may present every aspect of submissive behavior and will in truth become 'during' that scene or sexual arena to all extents and purposes a submissive.
A person whose sexual triggers are so linked to submissive behavior may have great difficulty understanding their 'lack' of submissive feelings, desires or thoughts outside of the sexual arena. Some might even consider themselves to be flawed or stuck, as if they have reached a type of submissive plateau when in actuality they are not submissive in the broadest sense of that term at all.
It is common for a sexual submissive to have strong mental submissive or 'force' imagery within their mind at any time they are in a sexually 'interested' state. This would be any time the body was desirous of physical genital release. This long obsessive state leads many sexual submissives to erroneously believe that they must 'be' submissive since they have such a strong desire to experience the submissive 'condition' during sex. The sexual submissive may find that they are experiencing many conflicting mental messages when they attempt to adopt submissive behaviors outside of the sexual arena. They might note that the submissive behaviors do not feel natural to them, nor even comfortable. They might also note that their submissive sexual thoughts revolve around sexual specific submissive behaviors and are not inclusive of all submissive behaviors. These internal limits may feel peculiar and may elicit challenge and lack of understanding of the sexual submissive when they are in direct contact with a dominant who is unfamiliar with the nature of a sexual submissive.
The sexual submissive in their 'vanilla' life is most likely to present themselves in an almost neutral framework to others. A few may manifest overt dominance but most indicate that they dislike conflict, may struggle with decision making although they are competent to make decisions. Many also indicate a lifetime of feelings of internal insecurity, sometimes based upon the conflictive mental messages relating to their sexual interests.
One of the indicators or identifiable traits of a sexual submissive occurs in the aftermath of a sexual scene where they have performed as a submissive. After the sexual 'scene' has reached its natural conclusion the sexual submissive may in fact feel strong feelings of remorse, chagrin and confusion over the nature of their nature. Many do not really understand why they need to relate to their intimate partners from a truly submissive framework, why this arouses them so strongly and why the aftermath is so challenging and difficult.
Some sexual submissives feel a sense of revulsion for their actions or behaviors and have great difficulty returning to a state of well-being sometimes for hours after the sexual scene has concluded in genital orgasmic release. This sense of revulsion can appear almost instantly once orgasm has occurred. If a sexual submissive is 'active' and experiences submissive sex frequently the sexual submissive becomes more able to handle or manage their feelings and to understand the process of their behaviors.
From a dominants perspective being with a sexual submissive can be enormously enjoyable, primarily if the two are sexually compatible within the framework of the fetish type triggers that the sexual submissive displays. It may allow the dominant to dominate during this type of very erotic scene and be able to be with their partner in a neutral almost vanilla type relationship in all other areas of their life. This can be a relief to a dominant if their mindset or personality is such that they desire to be with a sexual submissive, enjoy their scening but not have to perform as a dominant the rest of the time.
The dominant who is actively with a sexual submissive must also learn to allow the sexual submissives feelings of 'revulsion' after the scene has ended and not personalize this revulsion as having anything to do with them. The revulsion should be anticipated, the dominant may elect to provide nurturing or supportive activities noted to ease the sexual submissives immediate feelings. It should be noted that the revulsion is not directed at the dominant by the sexual submissive but at the actions of submission itself which the sexual submissive has engaged in.
A sexual submissive will often have or experience great difficulty with presenting themselves as a submissive outside of the sexual arena and may have great conflicts in understanding how they fit into the D/s lifestyle community since the existence of a 'limiting' submissive isn't written about or spoken of in almost any venue. If you believe yourself to be a sexual submissive then I urge you to become comfortable with who you are and not try to force yourself to fit into any other persons idea of what you must be. Remember, there will always be a special person out there who fits your peculiarities just as you fit theirs, exactly as you are. |
Reprinted from the Steel-door Newsletter ~ ©F.R.R. Mallory ~ |
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I didn't write this...... but.... this is the way I feel.....Dale
Seven Keys To Loving with Passion
FRIENDSHIP - Nothing else in your relationship is more vital for sustaining its trust, depth and endurance. Nurture it constantly so that both of you feel confident and secure in each other's heart and mind. Share kisses and embraces mornings and nights, at times hold hands or walk arm-and-arm when out on prearranged or surprise "dates". Make mutual affection a habit that shows. Learn fully about each other's family upbringing and outlook on life.
COMMUNICATION - Meet at least once a week for an hour or more to discuss your deepest feelings and matters of mutual concern (needs, finances, family, work, etc.) Most important, practice listening intently to one another with minimal interruptions. Aim for clarity and understanding.
RESPECT - Settle your differences through negotiation and compromise as equals in the relationship who may disagree at times, but value each other's opinions and attitudes. Try identifying with your partner's points-of-view and use that empathy to resolve disputes. Make no harsh judgments of who is "right" or "wrong".
VARIETY - Climb out of ruts and adventure together with hot air ballooning, walks over new terrain, interesting seminars, wine tasting, etc. Go for a spontaneous ride in your car and discover new places. Learn massage techniques and discover new ways to touch each other.
PRAISE - Keep an ear and eye tuned to what you genuinely appreciate about your lover - whether it's physical, emotional or intellectual. Once, twice or more often every day, express your admiration in words and gestures. Never talk mechanically, but with heartfelt sentiment and warmth.
THOUGHTFULNESS - Plan surprises that say your partner truly matters. Take on chores that are normally your mate's. Leave loving messages on greeting cards under pillows, in cabinets or the fridge, etc. Give flowers and/or balloons when your partner has had a particularly hard day.
PLAY - Romp in childlike, hilarious games for two: a gentle pillow fight, tickling within bounds, playing doctor short of malpractice. Drop all restraints while you take turns reading aloud and acting out sensuous stories. Imagine yourselves as fictitious characters and be a Rhett Butler to her Scarlet O'Hara. Maybe act out being a ravishing spy seducing a gullible American scientist. People having fun together stay together.
-Written by Donald Etkes, Ph.D.
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It was time for Him to be there. She looked up and down the mall from her seat on the bench. Knowing He sometimes got caught up with last minute details at work, she knew she might have to wait a while. Then she spotted Him.....He was laughing with a teenage girl that he had almost run over when she stopped in front of Him to pick up her purse.
His eyes caught hers at that moment and He made His way to her. She watched the changes in His eyes as He moved toward her. Still a trace of humor remained, as it usually did, but something deeper was taking it's place. Taking her hand and pulling her up beside Him, He kissed her and whispered in her ear that He was glad to see her. Then tucking her hand under His arm,
He started off once again.
With only directions to meet Him there after work, she had no idea where they were headed. She was wondering if there was a movie out He wished to see when he halted his steps in front of the jewelry store. Walking past the rings, necklaces and earrings, His attention was caught by the bracelets.
Dismissing several that the saleslady tried to show Him, He finally saw what He wanted. It was a set of silver bracelets, one very masculine, with a simple design of joined knots, and another one, perfectly matching, but more delicate. Still looking around, He found a chain, similar to a watch fob, that He also purchased. In front of the bemused salesperson, he
placed the more feminine of the bracelets on her right wrist, the one intended for Him on His left.....and joined them with the chain. Satisfied, He smiled and left the shop, with her in tow.
Realizing she was to be connected to Him for the evening, she mulled over her feelings. The chain connecting her to Him was looped through a ring on her bracelet, the clasp being on Master's end. She would only be freed when he was ready. A deep sense of belonging and contentment settled over her along with a great deal of pride.
Coming to a hot dog stand, Master ordered two foot long specials.....with extra relish. Taking them and passing her the drinks, He took them to an area where picnic tables were centered in front of a picture window above a lake. Sliding onto the bench, she followed closely behind Him being careful to balance the drinks.
An elderly man sitting across the room observed them with a smile and memories of time past.....when he had done much the same. Laughing and talking with his lady, licking mustard and relish from her lips....and having her bound to Him by more than a ring....His dominance......and her submission. |
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This day hadn't started out well, and wasn't progressing as planned. Master had come home mid-morning.......His face flushed with fever, His throat sore, with miserable body aches, and His head feeling as though it was in a vice.
Placing the vacuum cleaner back in the closet.....and knowing that any cleaning she had thought would get done today would have to wait......she went to soothe and placate her whining male dominant. (Ok, so, we don't say that to Their faces,but we all know it to be the truth.....any man is difficult when sick, but a Dom who can't control how He feels, much less
anything else.....well, let's just get back to making Him feel better, huh??)
Helping Him strip and tucking Him in bed, pulling the curtains together, fluffing His pillow........that done, she heads to the bathroom. Searching the medicine cabinet, she finds some cold medication she approves of, taking that and a glass of water.......she goes back and offers them to Master. "But that will make me sleep", He complains. Yes, thinks she, and
that's a good thing. Outloud she merely says, "Master, in order to get better, You have to sleep, now here, love.....open wide.
"But," says He, " I'm hungry, too......and cold." Smiling, she hurries off to the kitchen, prepares a bowl of hot chicken soup, taking that along with a glass of juice, she returns to Master's side. Sitting beside Him, she dips the spoon into the golden liquid and holds it while Master takes small sips.
The bowl and glass now empty, and Master's eyelids starting to droop.....she starts removing her clothes. Slipping into the bed beside Him, she wraps her arms around Master, holds Him to her breast......and, He falls into a deep sleep. Allowing a quiet chuckle to escape her lips, she considers how even the toughest Dom resembles a little boy when sick and sleeping.
Holding Him as he slept, bathing his face with the damp cloth she had put on the bedside table, and massaging his sore, aching body.......she spent the day ministering to His needs Her arms were beginning to cramp and her right side was a little numb, but she loved taking care of Him.......for, usually it was Him who took care of her. The fever having broken a little earlier, His breathing was more normal and His rest a peaceful one......she knew He was going to feel much better when He woke. Now, she could rest a little, too.
Sensations assaulted her as she came awake.......Master was indeed better and finding Himself waking on top of His warm, willing subbie.....decided to make the most of it. Then, realization hit that her flush wasn't from need, but from fever....and she couldn't talk because her throat was raw......
Climbing from the bed.....He went to the kitchen to find more chicken soup...... |
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The evening had been perfect. Master had come in, taken his bath......with her paying special attention to his back, legs,and shoulders.....massaging them as she lathered. Dinner was one of His favorites, roast, potatoes and salad....with strawberries and whipped cream for dessert. After serving his tea, she settled beside Him and quietly snuggled against his knee.
Something was definately wrong. His sub was always attentive to His needs, but rarely this submissive.....rarely serving without some sort of mishap. Knowing that she always ended up telling Him everything that was going through her mind....He gave her time to sort out her thoughts.
After a time, she rose and asked permission to retire for the evening. "Of course", he answered, a bit surprised, but assuming that she wasn't feeling well,"go ahead,girl and I'll join you shortly." Taking two steps back, she smiled, thanking Master for allowing her to go, then turned and
went to the bedrom.
Sitting crossed-legged in the center of the bed, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the confusion going on within her. Earlier in the day she had been corrected for not showing proper respect to another Dom....and was told that her Master would be embarrassed by her behavior. As yet, she hadn't told Him what had occurred......but, knew she would have to very soon. She hadn't done anything out of the ordinary.....just laughed and talked as she normally did.......however, maybe the strange Dom was right. Never did she wish to be a source of concern or embarrassment for Master. Maybe it was time for her to curb her behavior. Tears streamed down her face as she heard Master's steps coming down the hallway. Her time was up and it was time for her confession.
Concern showing on His face, He sat beside her and waited. Raising sad, tear-filled eyes to Him, she started talking and related the day's happenings. "Well girl, were you being disrespectful?" He asked. "Not intentionally, Sir", came her reply, "but, He didn't understand when i dropped the tea He requested me to serve Him." "You never get upset with me, Sir, and i was trying." "Then He really got mad when i couldn't stop laughing", she added. "I really am sorry, Sir".
A smile tugged at His lips, but He kept His face straight knowing that He needed to address this issue. "Why don't you practice your serve with me now?" He ordered. " I would very much like another glass of tea before going to bed." " I would still like to finish reading today's paper, and
will wait for you here", He said. "Yes, Master," she replied, and hurried off, glad to have the chance to rectify today's mishap.
Returning to the bedroom, ice bucket and tea on the tray, as Master liked it served, she saw His face......and remembered the surprise she had prepared for Him earlier in the day......before this other trouble came along. Laughter bubbled up from her before she could stop it and her hands
shook as the situation came fully to mind. Making the bed this morning, she had thought that shaving cream on Master's sheets might make for an interesting evening. Hurrying to assist Master in cleaning up the mess she had made, she tripped and the tray fell into His lap as well........
"Thank you, Master", she was now saying for the 51st time as His hand landed on her bottom....... |
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Company,
The afternoon sun shone brightly in her eyes on her drive home, but she barely noticed. Her mind was still on the conversation she had with Master just a few minutes earlier. He had given her a list of food to prepare and then instructions of what to wear for the evening, as well.
Pulling into the drive, she parked, got out and removed the bag of groceries from the back of the truck. Hot wings, celery, chips, dip, and drinks...enough for four, He had said. She wondered which of the couples they knew would be joining them.
Entering the apartment, she noticed a note on the table near the door. "Prepare the food as directed", it said, "then go to make yourself ready for Me, I want you naked and in an open position lying on the bed when I return."
Assuming that whichever couple Master had invited had a change of plans, she hurried around to follow the orders. Checking the food, and satisfied with its quality, she turned to the bathroom to shower and get ready for Master's return. It was going on 6....He would be here within the hour.
Rushing to freshen herself for Master, she was soon ready, padded over to the bed, turned down the comforter....and waited. Arms and legs stretched to each of the four corners she anxiously waited to hear His key in the lock announcing His arrival.
It was getting darker and the room was starting to chill....thoughts of pulling up the blanket stirred in her mind, but she knew Master would not want her covered. There! She heard Him, there were other voices as well....but, none that sounded familiar. She dared not move, however....she didn't want to remain in this vulnerable positions with strangers in the house. Footsteps in the hallway alerted her to someones presence....it was Master, and he would satsify her curiosity.
Master strides into the room and lights a couple of His favorite candles," you did very well, girl, thank you", he says. Knowing better than to question Him, she remained silent. Pulling out the blindfold that he always kept handy, he covered her eyes and then strapped her arms and legs so that she couldn't move. Chuckling to Himself, He left her without another
word.
Sounds of men moving around, watching tv, and talking went on for some time. Then, she heard them moving down the hallway again....but, there was more than one set of footsteps......surely Master wouldn't do this to her....
First, Master came in.....and whispered in her ear, " move for me girl, move your center as you have been taught, do not stop until I tell you". He then turned to the other men and asked them to come in. "This is my room, it is set up much as the ones you have are."
She heard the men move around the room, obviously holding canes, as she heard them bump against a couple of things. She wondered if Master was going to allow stangers to use them on her. "Now, I'll show you the rest of the apartment", he says. Confused, but relieved, she contemplates what has just happened. Still moving her center, she knows how excited she has
become,how wet....how needy, and she blushes thinking that the encounter with the faceless men has affected her......that and knowing she was serving Master.....for some reason, this was His wish.
A few minutes later Master returns. Sitting on the bed beside her He begins to stoke her......her need has grown so that she can barely contain herself. "Girl, would you like to please me?", he asks. "Yes, please", she responds. Rubbing His swollen cock against her cheek, he says, "here it is, girl" and she turns her head to accommodate Him. Sucking greedily, she feels Masters response and joy builds within her. Master's hand reaches for her center and she is beside herself....fighting to control the passion that is building. Knowing she hasn't the freedom to cum until Master gives permission, she sucks harder and focuses upon Him to retain what control she still has. Hot, wet, tingling, feeling as though she were caught in the eye of a storm.....heat flows through her.
Finally, when she knows she is loosing the battle, He says the words she has been hoping for, "Cum girl, cum hard for me". As the river of her Masters passion flows into her mouth, she releases the flood that has been building in her...and together they ride.
Waking in Masters arms the following morning, she considers the previous night. Not sure what to think, or where He is taking them, she reminds herself that she is His and she trusts Him. Rising carefully, so not to wake Him, she goes to shower and start His morning coffee.
Later that morning, Master asks that she cut a few slices of he bread she had made. Placing them on a plate, she puts it on the table in front of Him. "These aren't for me girl", he says, "but for our new neighbors, they were here last night, remember?"
How could she forget?
"I want you to come with me and offer them some, it would be a nice welcome".
Blushing deeply, she stammers, "but, Master" "yes?" he says, with a slight frown. "Nothing, Sir, just a moment and I'll dress".
How was she to endure meeting these men who had seen her in such a vulnerable position the previous night? She dresses in jeans and a t-shirt and goes back to join Master. He smiles and holds out his hand, the other holding the plate with the bread. "Come along, girl" he orders.
Hoping that the men wouldn't recognize her, that the light had been dim and maybe they would think she was someone else, she follows obediently.
Knocking on the door of the apartment two doors down, they wait. Soon the door is opened, and she is unable to raise her eyes as the men speak. She sees the cane that she had heard the night before...maybe they had come at a bad time....how embarrassing.
However, Master just stands there talking,offers the bread and introduces her. Realizing she has to raise her eyes and acknowledge the introduction, she turns a bright red and lifts her hand, saying "it's nice to meet you". The man is saying how disappointed they had been the night before that she had been out, and maybe they could get together another time.
Staring into the vacant eyes of the blind couple standing before her, she smiles and agrees "anytime would be fine and if you need anything, please let us know".
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Easter With Master
He chuckled as he considered the commercial playing on the radio and how the candy resembled His sub, "soft with a smooth, cream filled center." Even her eyes were the same deep brown of a good piece of chocolate, he thought, laughing to himself as He pulled in the drive. Checking His watch, He knew He would find her busily preparing for Him when He arrived home. She would have their clothes packed for the weekend with His parents......He hadn't called to let her know that those plans had been cancelled.
This would be the first Easter, other than the one when He was in service, that He hadn't spent with them. However, an emergency had come up at work, and He would be on call. It couldn't be helped, and He knew Mom would understand. The clothes could easily be unpacked, and a trip to the grocery would get whatever supplies they might need for the weekend here alone. Opening the front door and letting himself in, all He could hear was a blast from the past..... the 60's Rock and Roll stuff that she loved to bounce around to as she worked. Sure enough, humming and swaying down the hallway, she was coming with her arms full of clothes. Loving to surprise her, He stepped in front of her and yelled, "Boo." With a scream and
clothes flying in all directions, she realized that she was not alone. Peaking out from under the pair of boxers that had landed on her head, she demanded, "what are you doing here?" Relaxing against the door, He smiled and reminded her that He lived here. "Yes, but You're early and i'm not ready!", she exclaimed. "Hmmm, that's true," He answered her, " and I think a punishment is called for, love." "You should be ready whenever I need you." "But, Sir", was all she managed before He tied a handkerchief around her mouth and drug her to the bedroom in His wake. "We won't be going anywhere this weekend....for you have lessons to learn, my love," was the only explanation He gave her at this time.
Entering His bedroom, He went to browse thru His toy chest and took out her black leather cuffs. Strapping one to each wrist, He then pulled her arms up and placed the rings through the hook above her head that held her in place against the wall. Facing the wall and wondering what she had done.....she listened as He went back to the toy chest. Returning to her, He blindfolded her and then left.....
Had she done something wrong?? She didn't think so, and she didn't really think Master was angry, but then, what was all this about? He had been so excited about going to his parents and introducing her...and now they wouldn't be going? All she could do was wait, knowing He would explain only when He was ready.
She felt Him behind her then, His warm breath against her neck and His hands circling her waist. Undoing the button of her slacks and unzipping them, He pushed them over her hips and allowed them to drop. Smiling, when He saw she had not put on panties and He stroked her bare ass. Pulling her back against Him, He slid His hands under her blouse seeking the peaks that begged for attention. A bra barred His way.....so, He ripped that away along with her blouse.
Using His foot, He pushed her legs apart and felt for her center....yes, creamy, but it still had a way to go before He was satisfied. Feeling the excitement build within her along with the anticipation He knew she was experiencing, He chuckled, knowing she was expecting a spanking....and He brought the feather duster up to her bottom. Sweeping up her legs, inside her thighs, and up her belly to her breast, He teased until she was writhing.....the need growing with each touch. Checking her once again, He slid a finger into her center....hmmmmm, still not quite right. Drawing His hand back, He brought it back to her bottom with a loud whack....and was pleased to see the red print on the creamy white cheek. Another followed and then yet more....
Releasing her from the hook, He walked her over and laid her across the bed......spreading her once again. Checking to see that, yes...now, she was dripping and more than ready for Him....and she could wait. "Please me, girl", were His next words and she came to Him taking Him in her mouth to do His bidding.
Feeling her mouth and tongue, busily licking and sucking He sat back and relished the treat...and held Himself in control. When He was almost to the bursting point......He pulled her up and ordered her to her back. Lifting her legs over His shoulders, He entered her with one hard thrust...pinning her to Him and feeling the shudder as she fought her release..."Yes girl, you may cumm", came the treasured words from His mouth. With her eyes locked on His....she felt Him lift her over the edge.....again and again until she was spent.
Thinking as He released her that she would now be allowed to snuggle with Him, she was surprised when He led her to the foot of the bed... "You see, my dear, this is where my treat was always found on Easter morning," He explained.....tying her in the grass filled cage.....He wished her a Happy Easter. Chuckling as he thought about how much more fun this basket would be than the ones Mom had made....... wondering if His dear sub realized how different this Easter was to be......and it wasn't even close to being over........
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April Fools
Perhaps it was the need that drove her that caused her to be so forgetful, but putting together that April 1st was a day to take heed didn't occur to her until too late.............
Master had meetings scheduled all day and wasn't due in for another couple of hours. Although the list of duties He had left her for the day seemed a bit long, it wasn't unreasonable. She had cleaned the house, paid the utilities, dropped off the deposit at the bank, done the grocery shopping, picked up the dry cleaning, and now was headed home. These were all the easy tasks....her mind was now on wondering how she was to accomplish those that remained.
Turning into the drive, she thought......ok, i can do self-bondage....but, did He really expect me to do that BEFORE lighting the candles and taking a bath?? Carrying in her purchases and putting them away, she considered her options. She could, she supposed, take her bath and light the candles first......would He ever know?? Maybe, He made a mistake and meant for her to do those after her bath anyway..... He could have made a mistake.......right???
Dinner ready and keeping warm, she decided it was time to start final preparations for Master's homecoming. Removing her slacks and sweater, she once again considered doing the bath first, then decided.... i can do this, and took out the velcro straps. He hadn't given specific instructions on the bondage, just that it be in place.
Securing the first wrist to her upper thigh with the velcro strap was easy.....the second took a little doing. Lying on the bed with her wrist next to her thigh and the strap underneath..she rolled so that the velcro connected and held. Hmmmm, she hadn't thought about how difficult it would be to get up from this position. Rolling until her feet hit the floor, she bounced and luckily landed upright.
Lighting the candles shouldn't be too difficult......there, they were in place....and the lighter in her right hand, she turned and raised her leg to bring the flame in contact with the wicks........Smiling with satisfaction, she turned to the tub.
Ok, this might be just a little more challenging. Bringing her foot up and using her toes, she turned the knobs to fill the tub with warm water....so far so good!! She tilted the box with the bubbles over........oh no, and dropped in the entire contents..thank goodness it was Master's favorite fragrance and just had a little left. Bending and turning to the side, she was able to retrieve the box and dump the remains in the waste basket beside her. Happily humming and thinking Master would be pleased with her ingenuity, she decided the large, claw-footed tub should be about full enough.
Turning back and lifting her leg to enter the tub....she saw the huge spider floating on the bubbles......Startled, she lost her balance, fell backwards and slid under the water. Hmmmmm, Master might have a little bit of a mess to clean up, was her thought.......
Watching the spectacle from the door, Master thought it was time to intervene...and strong arms caught her just before she hit her head. Knowing how clutzy she tended to be, never would he give her an assignment such as this without being there to keep her safe.
Tossing the plastic spider into the garbage with the box, he whispered, "April Fools", then chuckling, soundly kissed her..........
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Nipples thrust forward and aching, her center wet and dripping,
flushed, in great need of another's touch.....and tied, spread-eagle on the
bed..... she contemplated the day's events and the reasons behind her
dilema.
Only the previous Wednesday, Ash Wednesday to be exact, Master had
given her the command that she not cumm for the duration of Lent. She had
protested at the time, knowing He expected it, and would chuckle at her
distress, but she hadn't realized just how real it would become.
With daily reminders that she was not allowed release....the need grew
at an alarming rate. Her body had grown more sensitive daily. Then, in
the early hours of the day, He had ordered her into her pearls. Each
movement of her body, every wiggle of her behind, drove them across her
slick and vibrating clit and pulled them against it until her only thoughts
were of erupting in orgasm.....it didn't matter that it was forbidden. So,
when her hand lowered to her center....thinking a little pat couldn't
hurt....the sound of her Master clearing his throat right behind her was
>the last thing she wished to hear!
> Now, bound hand and foot, all she could do was think. Bound as she was,
all the soft, exposed parts of her body were more needy than ever before.
Just as she was feeling that her body might ignite of it's own accord from
her forbidden desires....she heard the sound of her Master once
again...only this time it was His throaty laugh. She opened her eyes just
in time to see that He was saving her from her imagined flames.... with the
ice that was cascading over her center.......
As He lowered himself beside her on the bed.....she wondered what might
be next. Taking one of the cubes in hand, He pushed it between her nether
lips, held it on the tip of her clit and ordered her to move her hips.
Watching His eyes and reading the control in them, she started moving as
directed. Bringing his face down and meeting her peaked breasts with the
tip of His tongue sent flames of heat rushing to meet the wall of ice.
Shivering with need, cold, and trying to hold onto the last shred of her
dignity, she begged Him to forgive her.
Smiling, He answered...... 33 more days, girl.
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We always hear "the rules" from the female side.
Now here are the rules from the male side.
Please note... these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!
1. Learn to work the toilet seat.
You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it
down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday sports It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let
it be.
1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what
we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact,
all comments become null and void after 7 days.
1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to
act like soap opera guys.
1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways
makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.
1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done.
Not both.
If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during
commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit.
We have no idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like
nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the
hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.
1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is
fine...Really.
1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are
prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or
monster trucks.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.
1. Thank you for reading this.
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What it takes to train a slave
Time:
A Master takes away his slave's free use of time. Her time no longer belongs to her. She rises in the morning when instructed, and her use of time is at Master's will.
She will work at what Master orders when He tells her. If she works outside the home, she is expected back at a certain time, her time belongs to Him.
When she eats, sleeps, perhaps uses the bathroom, when she does her chores, and when and if she has leisure is not hers to decide. Her time is not her own, it belongs to Master.
When you take away a woman's free use of her time, it no longer belongs to her, but becomes her Master's time.
I think there is no more powerful psychological experience than that of not owning your own time.
-Physicality:
The experience of one's body as one's own. A slave's body does not belong to her. She is instructed on how to wear her hair, whether and how to use makeup, when to be clothed, and in what clothing, and when to be naked, how to care for her skin and nails. She can be stripped and inspected at will.
She is denied access to her own pleasure. She may not masturbate without permission. She may not climax without permission. She may not take aspirin for a headache without permission.
She has sex when, how, and with whom her Master decides.
She must bear whatever pains are inflicted upon her. She has no right to say 'no' to the use of her body.
After a time her psychological reality becomes 'my body no longer belongs to me'.
When you take away a woman's free use of handling her own body, it no longer belongs to her, but becomes Master's property. It is a powerful shock that first moment a woman recognizes that her body is no longer her own.
-Privacy:
We free beings are used to the right of privacy. We close bathroom doors. We perform our absolutions in private. We would prefer to be left alone when we are ill, perhaps even cranky, or not looking our best. We hide the evidence of our menses; flush the tampons, wrap the used napkins.
We take our deepest fears, our most intense angers, our illogical primitive emotions and hide them from others, least they turn from us in disgust or fear.
We note our dreams in the morning and consign them to the dream world from whence they came; they disturb us and we wish to forget.
A slave has no rights to any of that privacy. There is no private space in which a slave can hide from Master, either literally or metaphorically.
She may not close bathroom doors. If Master wants her to experience her lack of privacy, he may choose to intrude upon her bathroom functions.
She may not hide her fears, her angers, her emotions. For when Master intuits her is astir. He will be in her face until she opens them to Him.
When a woman has no privacy, neither physical or psychological, she no longer owns her own space; her external or internal space.
When you take away a woman's privacy, she no longer owns her own space, her very essence belongs to Master.
We can see why this takes time. It takes time because one must repeatedly, consistently, doggedly, take ownership of a woman's time and body, and strip her of the right to privacy. And there is no wonder there is a resistance along the way; it's not only willfulness that must be addressed, but resistance out of fear when a woman begins to be transformed, when she feels her ownership of her time eroded, her ownership of her body stripped away, her privacy gone. A woman enters this process a free agent, comfortably familiar to herself and is truly transformed.
She becomes a slave.
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As I lay across your lap, I feel you start to harden
beneath me. My response is immediate....I grow
wetter, and feel my breasts tingle. However, I must
remain focused..to take myself to that spot where the
pain turns into arrousal, for by now, after several
strokes..there isn't a place where you haven't stung
me and each new slap hits an area already tender from
previous blows. Oh, I am supposed to be counting the
strokes....and, I have forgotten in the passion that
is building between us. Master will be upset with me,
and will start over...Do I tell him that I have lost
count...and hope that he won't be overly upset with
me?
The strokes continue...and I feel tears build behind
my eyes as I fight to remain focused and thank my
Master each time... yet, even as I feel the pain, I
know I have never been as aroused....soon I will
become wet enough that he will feel my drips on his
lap. My breast are becoming more sensitive and are
brushing his leg with each breath I take. The pain,
if I allowed myself to focus on it would distress me,
but my mind is on pleasing my Master...and, I wiggle
against him....feeling him harden even more as I ask
him, please Master.....again.
I hear him answer me.....saying, yes girl..and I
tremble against him and thank him...again and again
and again....please Sir....
He is now telling me....that's enough, and you have
been my good girl. You have pleased me.....and he
turns me in his arms and holds me....comforting me and
kissing away tears that have started rolling down my
cheeks. From my cheeks, his lips move to my lips..and
my neck....then he says......now..
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As i sit here trembling, every thought i have
centered on You....the way you touch me, hold me, talk
with me and love me....my need for all those things
grows. To be perfectly honest... were You here right
now, your talking with me wouldn't be quite as
important (at first) as Your touch.
Making myself sit back and take stock of my
condition, i close my eyes and just feel. The first
thing i noticed, is that i can't sit back and calmly
consider what's going on inside of me. When i sat
back, i actually dropped my face into my hands... my
face is warm, my lips are trembling, my center is damp
and throbbing....i need You. The entire globe of my
breast needs to feel Your touch...the nipples are
erect and waiting. Whether it came as a soft stroke,
a sharp pinch, or the sting of the flogger...Your
touch at this moment would melt me. My thoughts are
going to the way you stroke my tummy, slide Your
finger into me and whisper Your desire...what You need
from me and how i long to meet Your expectations.
The trembling and need grow to greater extents when
i remember your face and the look of control with the
flogger in your hand. The way You look into my eyes
and without a word, demand my submission....which i
freely give, for the choice is no longer mine.
I love You....i love your voice, your love of me,
and your concern for my well-being. I love your
attitude about life....and the control You take of
mine. I long to be in Your arms telling You of all
this while watching your eyes, seeing the twinkle of
the eyes that i so love and watching the curve of Your
smile...while waiting for Your tongue to take control
of my mouth.
Please, Master......i need You.
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Every exercise session she had she focused on her
Master....pushing herself just a little harder for
Him. He was never there actually watching, but she
knew he appreciated the results as well as the thought
of her getting hot and sweating for Him. Hot, wet
subbies seemed to please Masters. This session was no
different than the others... she draped a towel around
her neck as she picked up the water bottle and took a
drink to quench the thrist that built during her
routine. The gym had just closed and she was alone
closing it for the evening. This quiet time was
special to her as it gave her the freedom to center
her thoughts on Him.
Lost in her thoughts, she gasped as the towel was
pulled from her shoulders and she was pushed over the
bars of the nearest machine. She immediately calmed
when the familiar voice whispered in her ear that she
belonged only to Him. Her need for Him, which was
always there, sprung to life. A slight smile formed
on her lips as the realized how her nipples pebbled
and she grew damp just from the sound of His voice and
she whispered back her need of Him in reply.
Sliding his hand under the band of her shorts and
slipping a finger into her center, He chuckled at the
evidence of her rising passion. Pulling a length of
rope from a bag, he tied her wrists to the far side of
the bars.... and pulled her shorts down bearing her
bottom for His pleasure. She was pulled taunt,
standing on tiptoe, with her legs spread and already
feeling the juices beginning to flow down her leg when
she felt the first bite of his flogger. Closing her
eyes
and arching her back, she offered herself to
Him.....and thanking Him, waited for the next lash.
One followed another until all she could think of was
her need to cumm.....and having him in her mouth as
she did so. As the strokes rotated and grazed the side
of her breast, then her legs, arms and her warm red
bottom she strained to meet them with relish.
As He halted his rhythm to check her...she felt his
fingers slide into her wet pussy and prayed that she
not lose control before he gave her permission. As He
ordered her to contract her muscles so that she held
His finger, she bit her lips and held herself tight.
Again, He ordered, until she was fucking his finger
with her hips pumping up and down in the pattern He
desired.
Juices now flowing freely, tears now began to pour
down her face as well as she begged for release.
"Please Sir, i beg You", she pleaded.
Releasing her from the bonds he laughed and reminded
her that she still had 3 days left, for tomorrow was
only Good Friday. "I think it's time for a cold
shower, love", he suggested as he strolled out the
door.
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Barely awake enough to think and not yet opening her eyes she felt the
ache in her arms from having them tied over her head the past few
hours......and her bottom still felt warm and tender from the flogger.
Just thinking of the previous nights activities brought a new glow to her
cheeks.... and the warmth from her bottom seemed to take on renewed life
spreading up through her.......her thoughts returned to the evening she had
spent...
Having placed the last glass in the cupboard......she felt Him walk up
behind her and tugged the hem of her t-shirt up over her head......twisting
and trapping her wrists there, He pulled her back against His chest and
used His free hand to explore the nipples that so readily sprang to life at
His touch. Using the shirt as handcuffs.....He held her hands behind her
head and walked her to His room.... pushing her shorts and panties off,
along with her shoes, He then had her kneel and spreading her legs tied her
in place over a low stool. Another rope was used to connect the wrists
still bound with the shirt to her ankles... thrusting her breasts out to
rub against the harsh fabric on Master's footstool.
Heat swarmed thru her system as she realized how vulnerable she
looked.....how vulnerable she was.......and totally in His control, where
she longed to be. She heard the whir of the flogger before it's contact...
flinching just a bit she bit her lip, knowing that this stroke was a
warning and not the full measure of what was to come... Each stroke,
hitting one hip then the other... the Master was forming a pattern....she
squirmed, trying to prepare herself for the next one, but never totally
managing to hold back the gasps that came from her throat.
Stopping after what seemed an eternity.....He slipped one finger inside
her pussy to guage her readiness for Him..... and decided that, although
wet......it wasn't yet dripping...and set back to work..... Now, she
wiggled and clamped her teeth to keep from using the safe word that He had
given her......but, then.... she could never use them, anyway. In her mind
it would be denying her Master a part of her....and she trusted Him. The
strokes, following each other in rapid succession now, were taking her
breath away.....and just as the first tear started to slide down her
flushed cheek.....He set the flogger aside and knelt beside her.
Sliding His hand between her legs and up to her center.....He found her
clit and squeezed it between his thumb and finger...rolling it as He
examined and kissed the stripes he had left on her bare ass....all the
while enjoying the soft moans and the warm juices that were now flowing
from her. Feeling her quiver, and knowing she was almost ready to
orgasm....He reminded her that she must wait for His order....
It was time to remove the ropes and help her over to the bed.....as it
was all too obvious that moving on her own wouldn't be possible.... She
swayed slightly and rested her head on His shoulder for a moment before He
lowered her into place on the king-sized bed...
Keeping the shirt still wrapped around her wrists.....he used the ropes
once again to secure her to the bedposts........as He raised the flogger >above her, she watched with love-filled eyes.....and he loved the
acceptance she showed of His control..
This time, He used the flogger only to brush back and forth across her
breasts and stomach......watching her writhe with pleasure and taking her
higher.. He was waiting for her to realize that the only way she would get
release this evening was for her to beg... this was a lesson she still
needed to learn. The words coming from her....showing her willingness to
admit that she needed Him......desired Him......just as He needed her...
that was what He needed at this time...... As the thought crossed His
mind....it transferred itself to her..... He could see the knowledge in her
large brown eyes as she gazed up at him....and allowed the words to form, "
Please Sir, take me, make me Your own......then allow me to cum for You."
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Seeing her car pull into the drive just ahead of His......He realized
her day had been a long one, and perhaps a quiet evening was in order.
Seeing the tears standing in her big brown eyes confirmed the thought.
She hadn't realized just how late she was until she saw Master getting
out of his car behind her. What else could she expect on a day like
today?? Everything had gone wrong..and now dinner would be delayed and
Master would be upset with her, too. Squaring her shoulders and putting a
brave smile on her face, she turned to greet Him. Opening her mouth to
explain, she felt Masters finger on her lips. "Hush", he said, "and follow
me."
Placing her cold hand into His large warm one, she walked into the house
with Master. After closing the door and placing both of their jackets in
the hall closet, he led her into the living room and sat in His chair.
Moving back a step, she started to take her place at His feet, only to
have Him pull her into His lap. "Now, He stated, " you may explain."
Being held there in Master's arms with her head cuddled against His
chest, she wasn't entirely sure the day had been as horrible as she had
thought. Still, Master insisted that she talk out her problems, and she
told Him about all the little petty office problems that seemed to shrink
as she discussed them.
After hearing them, and offering a few words of advice, Master picked up
the phone to order pizza. "But Master", she began, once again He quieted
her with a finger to her lips and continued with the order. Putting the
phone down, He ordered her to the bathroom. "Run a hot tub, girl, and soak
until our pizza arrives", He instructed.
Entering the bathroom, she choose a couple of her favorite candles, lit
them and placed them beside the tub. Hot water flowed in a steady stream,
and to that she added one of the refreshing scents Master kept her supplied
with. Removing her clothes and stepping into the heavenly warm water, she
felt the tensions of the day begin to ease. She slid down into the
bubbles, let her head rest on the back of the tub and closed her eyes.
Finding her with bubbles up to her chin, but obviously relaxed, brought
a smile to Master's face. Taking her hand, He assisted her from the tub
and toweled off His sub. "Come girl, the pizza is here".
Much later that evening, snuggled beside Him and listening to His even
breathing....she reflected on the time she had just spent with Him. When
they had returned to the living room, Master already had candles lit and
glasses filled with wine to serve with the hot pizza. Wrapping her in a
blanket, they sat on the sofa, talked and devoured the spicy pie....then
watched as Master's favorite team got slaughtered in the play-offs. She
wasn't sure when she had enjoyed a game so much....listening to His running
commentary, feeling His touch and His kisses during commercials.....
Perhaps the coming baseball season wouldn't be so bad afterall........
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Master had sent her on a shopping trip. New toys...
that was all the list said. Knowing the Adult Toy
Store in the middle of town was what He had in
mind....He didn't specify it. She hated going into
those places alone. Maybe she could improvise..
There was this new hardware store in town. She had
been in the other day and noticed the pet section. At
the time, she remembered thinking how handy Master
might find the muzzles. As hard as she tried, her
mouth kept getting her into trouble. Then, beside the
muzzles were the leashes and cages....they could be
very interesting purchases.
Around the corner she ran into the paint section.
Oh, just look at the brushes...imagining them being
swiped across her body and the sticks used for mixing
might make a decent paddle. She chose a couple and
continued on her way.
Housewares came next....and what an assortment of
vegetable brushes, wooden spoons, spatulas and other
wonderful things they had....even rubber bands.
Then, there was this magnificent aisle..number
9...it was stocked full of things they called
C-clamps....all various sizes. She knew Master would
agree that these had definate possibilities.
She was running out of time....Master was expecting
her home in a few minutes. Gathering up her
delightful finds she made her way to the check-out
lane. Master was here! He had found her and walked
over to examine the items in her basket.
Stammering, she tried to explain that she thought
these might do as well as those found in the other
shop. Watching her blush, Master, of course, is
enjoying her discomfort. Guiding her to the check-out
line, he tells her to explain how she would like for
each of the items to be used. "Now?", she asks.
Raising an eyebrow, he simply looked at her. "Yes
Master" she says and begins her dialog.
"Now, move closer, girl", he says..she moves to do
as he requests....and he whispers in her ear, "cumm,
cumm now". Closing her eyes she trembles and does as
He asks. Her tummy clenches and she feels the wetness
running down her leg.... Smiling, Master says He will
be outside waiting and for her to please hurry....as
they have lots to do once they get home.
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It was so good to be home....to see the familiar drive and know that her
Master would be there when she walked in the door. Today was a typical
day, but all of them had become stressful lately.... perhaps stress-filled
was a better description. It wasn't only the job, but problems that
friends felt they had to share, the phone calls about her mother's health
and just things that happened in everyday life......they all seemed to have
hit her full force.
Parking the car, grabbing her bag and hurrying toward the door she was
imagining Master waiting on the other side.....ready with his broad
shoulders and open arms. Her key was now in the lock and a smile was
beginning to form on her lips. Pushing the door open and striding into the
room, she called, "hello Master, I'm home", only to have silence as an
answer. The smile faded of it's own accord....
Seeing the mail on the hutch and his jacket on the tree beside the door,
she knew he had been here..... but, the house remained silent. There were
none of the usual noises she associated with his being in residence......no
music, no whistling, nothing.
The desperate need she had manifested itself as tears started rolling
down her cheeks. She hadn't realized just how much she needed him at this
moment until then... his understanding words, and the comfort of his
arms.... taking some of the pressure from her as he always did.
Chiding herself for being such a baby.....she decided to get into her
routine and prepare dinner...... it would help her get under control.
Walking into the laundry room, she removed her clothes... sorted some
things in the basket and started a load in the washing machine. She
slipped into the robe that was hanging there and went back into the
kitchen. Searching through the fridge, she found the makings of a decent
vegetable soup and put it on to simmer. After steeping tea and placing
cheese and crackers on a tray, she was satisfied that dinner was well under
way.
Next on her list of preparations was the bedroom. Turning back the
covers, placing candles around the room and making sure Master's toy bag
was in order were part of her daily assignments. Entering the room, she stopped short as a new piece of
furniture came into view. Placed across the room, just inches from her
side of the bed, was a large cage.... about the size that might accommodate the neighbor's St. Bernard.
Walking over to examine it more closely, the references Master had made
about this particular item came to mind. Allowing her fingers to touch the
hard metal....she slid her hands down the sides. She had wondered how she
might react should he ever bring it home......and now he had. His control
and being in bondage were restrictions she understood and loved.... but,
this was different. There was none of the warm leather or burn of
ropes.....just cold steel.....and, it pulled at her.
She didn't see a key, but the door was standing open.... it seemed to be
welcoming her. Slipping off the robe, she eased inside.......a woven rug covered the bottom, but the sides were only the unrelenting bars. Kneeling
and closing her eyes, as she did when considering her feelings and thinking
about her Master..... a deep sense of contentment started taking hold...
very much the same as when she was tied, but even more so. This might not
be so bad after all, was her thought. However, now she needed to go, there
were still things to do.... Turning and getting ready to exit the cage, she
found that the door had snapped shut. Pushing and shaking had no
effect.... and she knew she was trapped. Considering her options, she
knew, just as when Master was there....she had no choices now, either.....
she could only wait for him.
The smile that had formed when she thought she was going to be in
Masters arms....now returned. She may not be in his arms, but she was
under his control, regardless. He would be there to see about her.....he
would know that she hadn't been able to resist the temptation of trying
their new toy......of this she had no doubt.
Half an hour later, she didn't hear the door open, the steps as he came
down the hall, nor did she see the smile that formed on his lips that
matched her own as he saw the contentment of the face of the sub curled on
the rug.....she had found her new home.
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I SEEK:
A Partner , A Lover , A Friend... A touch as we pass, A kiss when we are missed, A sigh of happiness as we drift off to sleep........ I seek the half that is not with me, That which drives the stars to flow every night, that which helps the sun to rise in the morning, That which gives breath to life, and with life to love. I seek a muse,a goddess, a mother for my hearth, I seek that which all men seeks, the partner for his life. I seek my equal, and my match, I seek the partner to my dance. |
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She had made one too many cute remarks that day, the
type of remark that seemed to flow from her somedays
and sometimes led to trouble. Regardless, Master had
planned this evening some days ago and still intended
to go. He called, ordering her to wear the dark green
cocktail dress....the one with the very low cut bodice
that barely covered her nipples and to be ready when
He got home. Never had she worn this dress outside of
their home, but she was already in trouble and thought
better of discussing it with Him. Adding the silver
collar she had just received from Master, she was sure
He would be satisfied.
Arriving home soon after she dressed, He walked in
the door. As she rushed to greet Him, He raised a
hand that halted her in her steps. "You may kiss me,
but not speak until given permission", he said. Her
smile froze, then a thoughtful expression crossed her
face. Knowing that He was right, that she deserved to
be disciplined, she dropped to her knees and bowed her
head. Lifting her to her feet, He placed a kiss on
her lips and said, "I'll be with you in a few
minutes."
While waiting for Master's return, she goes over to
the table beside the sofa. Opening the bottom drawer,
she removes a silver chain, attaches one end to her
wrist, and kneels on the nearby cushion.
Dressed for the evening, Master returns to the
room. Seeing her kneeling, He knows that His point has
been made, but doesn't think He should relent too
easily. "Our reservations are in half an hour, it's
time to go", he says. Rising, she places the other
part of the chain in Master's hand. Very pleased, He
hooks it on His belt, takes her hand and they walk out
into the night.
As the restaurant is only a few blocks down the
street and the night is mild, He decides to walk.
Grateful that Master had ordered her to wear the low
heels, she matches her step to His stride in order to
keep up.
Master requests a booth in the corner instead of
their usual table and she slides across, staying close
as the chain dictates. Master has been keeping up a
steady stream of conversation, chuckling many times.
The controversial subject of gun control was one He
knew she had definate opinions on, and He knew how she
was biting her tongue to keep quiet.
As the waiter was familiar with the couple, his look
was a bit confused as he realized she wasn't keeping
up the usual banter he enjoyed listening in on.
Taking the order, as always from the gentleman, he
shortly brought back ....just a salad for the lady and
a 16 oz rib-eye for him. He did notice, with some
amusement, that the gentleman offered a few nibbles of
the steak to her, which she ate with relish.
The band in the corner of the room was just
beginning to play as they completed their meal.
Without asking, Master took her hand and helped her to
her feet. Leading her to the dance floor, he said,
"please me, girl, and I may allow you to talk before
the evening is finished".
Please him? Just what did He mean, she wondered.
She watched His face for a minute and saw the slow
smile that was beginning to form She knew a challenge
when she saw it, and could never turn it down.
As He held her into His arms and started swaying in
time to the beautiful old song about lost love. She
moved so that she was more to His left and pushed her
center hard against his hip at the same time bringing
the hand up, still bound with the chain, she moved the
dress down just enough to expose her hardened nipples
to Him. Unable to restrain Himself, He laughed
outloud, causing other couples to glance at
them....and she blushed a bright red. Surely, they
couldn't see what she offered, or could they?
Finishing the dance, He thought it was time to go
home. A little disappointed, for she loved being held
by Him, belonging to Him, and having others see what
was so obvious to her, she followed Him out.
Just as they reached the door, He pulled her close
and kissed her. "Thank you, girl, that is exactly what
I wanted from you tonight", he told her. Pride filled
his eyes and love glowed from hers. "Would you like
to return and dance a little more?" he asked her.
Cocking her head to one side, her eyes questioned Him.
"Yes", he laughed,"you are allowed to speak now".
"Then Master", she replied, "i'll follow where You
lead".
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The day had begun well, her assignments had
been
laid out and she had completed each one with ease
and
efficiency. Having served dinner and cleaned the
kitchen, she brought a glass of iced tea for
herself
and Master. Tilting her head to one side, a
quizzical
look in her eye, she let her look wander over her
Master. He was relaxing, watching the evening
news.
Taking the cool glass from her extended hand, he
smiled, patted his knee and said "thank you, girl,
that will be all for now". Returning the smile,
she
lowered herself to the cushion, which was always
by
His right side, and rested her head on His knee.
The news had turned into sports, so she allowed
her
thoughts to go back over the day, making sure that
she
had completed all her tasks. Satisfied that
Master
would be pleased with her days work, her large,
doe-like eyes closed and she drifted off.
Feeling a movement from Master, she begins to
stir
to see to Him. He pats her blonde hair and
assures
her that all is well, to stay as she is. With a
sleepy smile, she turns to lay her head in the
seat
Master had vacated. He watched his sleeping sub
for
a
few moments, and decides perhaps her day isn't
over
after all. Going into the adjoining room, He
picks
up
His toy bag, gathers a few essentials and returns
to
nudge the resting form. "Stand girl, and follow
me",
He demands. Her eyes, still not quite focused,
she
immediately rises to do His bidding. He reaches
out
a
strong hand to steady her, then pulls her up
against
Him. Kissing her softly and holding her until He
is
assured she is fully awake, He says "take your
sweater, we're going out" and begins to walk away.
Grabbing the sweater from the hook by the door,
she
scrambles to catch up....and taking Masters hand
walks
beside His as He likes for her to do.
As he bypasses the car and heads for the wooded
area
across the street, she is mildly surprised, but
follows without question. Deeper into the woods
they
travel......Master definately has some specific
destination in mind. Finally, a couple of hundred
yards into the thicket, He stops in front of a
tree,
drops His bag. Turning to her he says, "now you
may
disrobe".
Her eyes focused upon His face, she begins to
remove
her clothing. Folding each piece and dropping it
beside her, soon she is standing before Him
completely
bare, the cool air and His look causing her
nipples
to
harden.
"Come to me, girl" He commands, she takes a step
closer and notices the blindfold in His hand.
Kissing
her again, he places it so that her vision is
completely blocked. Then she hears Him taking
other
items from His bag. He attaches something to the
cuffs at her wrist, she feels Him pull a rope
through
and hears the swish as He tosses it over a low
limb.
She feels the dampness and shivers a bit from the
cold
and anticipation. Her arms now extended over her
head, she senses His eyes studying her and heat
builds
chasing away the cold.
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As a period of growth and self-examination, she had
had no contact with Master for a week. There had been
no phone calls, no e-mails, no chatting in the room,
instant messages, and no release of any kind. She was
responsible for being sentenced to a week in limbo.
During a time of stress, she had questioned whether
she really needed Master and His guidence...He was
allowing her to find the answer.
Stress?? She thought she had been under stress? If
nothing else, she had discovered that she had only
thought she knew the meaning of the word. Having only
been under Master's influence a few months, she had no
idea how much she depended on Him.....until she had to
be without Him.
Geared to scheduling her time around His, to making
time where there wasn't always extra, always having
assignments to fill the hours when He wasn't
accessible to her....she found herself feeling totally
helpless and alone without Him. As the hours turned
into days, her family and friends started noticing
changes. Her smile and outgoing manner disappeared
and she seemed to always be on edge. She jumped and
turned toward the phone each time it rang...and seemed
to be even more depressed when she learned it wasn't
for her.
Only she knew the extent of her problems and the
reason behind them. Hoping if Master saw her online
that He might grant her a reprieve, she stayed
connected as much as possible. Except for work, she
refused to leave the house....she couldn't take the
chance of missing a call. Showers were taken quickly,
with one ear open and listening for a ring...and sleep
s becoming impossible. Her thoughts were full of
Him....and what would become of her if He didn't soon
relent.
Having lost five pounds and becoming almost sick
with worry, the time was almost up. Or, if He forgave
her, the time would be up. Perfectly groomed, for the
extra time this week had been filled with preparing
herself for Him, she now knelt by the phone and
waited.
Exhausted and trembling, anxious and scared, she
contemplated what He would say.....and her responses.
It was almost ten minutes past the time when He had
said He would call. Maybe He no longer needed her,
perhaps He had found someone who suited His needs
better......someone who didn't question nor challenge
Him quite so much. What would she do then....how
would she exist?
Another ten minutes passed....ok, fine. If He
didn't need her, she would go on without Him. She
could do it, she had before.... Maybe it wouldn't be
easy, but she was tough...wasn't she? No, maybe
not...hadn't she learned her lesson?? Maybe she had
given herself to Him willingly, but it was His control
that took the choice away from her. Now, His input was
vital to her existance, His will was to be honored,
His choice was her will.
Lost in thought, she didn't hear the first ring of
the phone. Startled to awareness, she was afraid to
touch it ....then more afraid not to. Picking up the
receiver, she whispered, "hello?".....
A chuckle and "hello love" were the sounds on the
other end of the line. Relief washed over her as the
familiar voice continued, "how was your week?" he
questioned. What He was saying didn't matter, only
that He was there and talking to her. She had missed
that voice so very much. She was pulled back to the
present my His next question, "are you ready for Me?".
"Yes, Master....i'm always ready for You", she
replied. " Good, see that you are, for I'm on my way",
He commanded.
Rushing to the kitchen, she brewed fresh tea,knowing that Master might want some during the
evening. Hoping that He would forgive her and come to
her tonight, she had prepared a chef salad, soup and
fresh bread earlier in the day. Keeping the soup warm
in the crock pot, and covering the bread to set it in
the warmer....she was satisfied all was set there.
Quickly making her way back to the door, she stopped
a few steps away, removed the robe from her shoulders
and knelt.....naked and waiting.
The key was in the door, then it was pushed open.
Keeping her eyes down all she could see were His
shoes.
"What have you to say, girl?", he asked. "Dinner is
ready??", she replied with a smile. With a slight
frown, He let her see that He expected this moment to
be a little more serious. "Please forgive me, Master,
i need You and was afraid to ask",came the more
truthful answer.
Taking her hand and pulling her to Him, He looked
into her eyes. Seeing the desire there, he said,"show
me your need". Raising her hand to the buttons on His
shirt, she began to remove the barriers between them.
Leading Master to the bathroom, she ran a warm tub
of water and asked him to allow her to serve Him.
Climbing in, He relaxed back while she ran her hands,
mouth, and tongue over Him.
After toweling Him dry, they made their way to the
dining room, where she served Him dinner by candle
light. Absorbing the sight, smell and sound of Him was
more important to her than what they ate.
> After making sure his appetite was sated, she
quickly cleared the table. Returning, she knelt by
His chair and softly asked, " Master, please...".
Smiling, He led her to their room and forgave her
properly.
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This journal will be for writings I have done or have been done for me or about me. |
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| Age: 19 |
| Newcastle,
United Kingdom |
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