So What Can You Expect at a Columbus Spanking Club  Event?

First let's discuss the Meet n Greet.

The Meet n Greet, which we are currently having at the Red Door Tavern in the Grandview Heights area, is basically a happy hour get together with like minded friends.

The dress and demeanor is vanilla. We have a separate area of the restaurant, kind of like a back room that you reach through an area, kind of like a wide walkway, that has a well stocked bar in it.

That bar and bartender is ours and ours alone. As you walk past the bar into our room you would be greeted and signed in. We ask for your first name for the name tag we will print out for you. ( name is ok if its vanilla.) So your first name goes on your name tag and its color coded.

If you give us your name, thats fine as we want to make sure we can contact you by email. If no name we ask for an email.

So KNOW YOUR COLOR CODES :)

Blue is a top/spanker
Red is a bottom/spankee
Purple is for a switch.
Black is for none of the above. (Like just here to watch etc).

Its always best to arrive as close to 8 PM as possible because we dont have the room all night. Typically for 2 -3 hours. The earlier you arrive the more fun you have. That's been scientifically proven :)

Hors d'oeuvres are served once the crowd starts to build. The Red Door Tavern has excellent food and munchies. You can check their menu here:
http://reddoortavern.com/menu.html

From then on its grab a beverage, have a seat and enjoy the company of your fellow spankos! Its a lively, very friendly and chatty group.

I should state that this next Meet on April 5th will be the last time that the ladies drinks are on the house.

Its a VERY cool, relaxed and fun time!

Come on down!

Now let's talk spanking party.

The specific dynamics of a spanking party can depend on the nature of the physical plant where its held

But in general it would go like this:

As you arrive you would sign in and be handed the same type name tag you had at the Meet n Greet. It would have your first name and be color coded to denote, top/spanker, bottom/spankee, switch.

The first 30 minutes or so would be for just general socializing and relaxation.
If the physical plant allowed we could have members bring food in on a pot luck basis or have some delivered.

There would be some type of background music. Usually some music with a beat. Go figure :)

Then after about 30 minutes or so we would officially start the party. The protocol would be read item by item and agreed upon and understood by every member present. Its possible you would sign a form saying so.

Then we would go around the room for intros and 'tell us a little about yourself and your history in spanking'.

Then the spanking begins. There will be club board folks who are assigned as monitors to make sure things are and stay cool.

How That Works:

Both spankers and spankees can ask the others for a spanking. For a new group like ourselves, assuming the spanker/spankee do not have a history of spanking with the other the spanking play would be negotiated.

What can be discussed:

Will the spanking be on clothes, underwear or bare bottom or combination of the above?

What implement, if any, will be used, i.e. hand, leather paddle, wooden paddle, crop, belt, strap/strop, etc.

How intense will the spanking be?

How intense should it start?

What position will it be done in, standing, over the knee, laying down, other?

IMPORTANT POINT:

One important reason spanking is such a great intro for someone new to kink is that the spankee calls all the shots in these negotiations. The spankee is, in essence, designing the spanking experience they desire. If you can't agree on a scenario (I don't think I've ever seen that happen) you don't get spanked.

Remember rule no 2. No means no.

BDSM titles, Dom, Master etc are left at the door.

A spanking session generally lasts between 5 and 10 minutes. You get to 15 you are pushing it. Keep in mind you will most likely not be the spankee's only spanker for the evening.

Nobody, neither spanker nor spankee, has an obligation to say Yes to a spanking. Both need to feel perfectly at east saying 'No', 'Not right now' etc etc. And life goes on.

The usual caution/stop codes can be used. Yellow means ease up. Red means Stop Immediately.

We will need to come to a consensus on how to handle an erotic spanking. The chances are extremely high that at least in our first parties they will not be allowed. They will certainly not be allowed in the general spanking area. We do not want the sounds of erotic play to distract others.

And speaking of which:

Typically the majority of spankings are done in a general spanking area. If there are bedrooms and other private locations it needs to be clearly negotiated between both spanker and spankee that they both agree to retire to the private area.

Again before the first spank we will have formulated and announced a protocol which will set the ground rules for the party.

Any possible infraction of protocol if not witnessed by myself or one of the monitors should be brought to our attention immediately.

For our spanking club to be successful we MUST provide a safe, fun, exciting and hassle free experience for the females. I can assure you 100% of my efforts will be directed towards that goal.

Please contact me with any questions or concerns.

And please join us. We have a VERY nice core membership. Our fellow spankos from Cleveland are anxious to play with us and some will be at the Meet n Greet on the 5th.

Support your local spanking club. :)

Thanks

Gerry

Hi There:
I'm Gerry and I am the leader of the Columbus and Central Ohio Spanking Club. Our club is only a month old and we are growing rapidly. 
The club is composed of both pure spankos and BDSMers who see spanking as possible leading to more play.
I wanted to personally invite you to our second Meet n Greet which will be held this Saturday, April 5th at the Red Door Tavern, 1736 5th Avenue, Columbus, OH.
Our first Meet last month was a great success. I will include some comments below.
We have our own room, our own bar and bartender, hot hors d'oeuvres and the drinks for the ladies are free all night. Admission is free!
The crowd is very chatty, warm and friendly. You do not have to belong to the club to attend so bring a friend if you like.
Dress and demeanor is vanilla. We are preparing to have our very first spanking party and several members of the Cleveland group want to come down and party with us.
So this is a great time to get to know us.
Hope to see you at the Red Door Tavern this Sat night.
Just ask for the Meet n Greet.
Gerry
***************************************************
IDs for the commenters are from another web site.
Peyton33 (female) : I'm a newbie and this was my very first event. I felt welcomed ;like an old friend and that was perfect. It was awesome! Thank You!!
Rosehaven333 (female): I wanted to say thanks to everyone. I enjoyed meeting all of you last night and look forward to doing it again.
MilanaDear (female): This newbie had a great time meeting all of you. The vibe as fun warm and welcoming, Super nice group of people. Can't wait to see you all again.
subnotslavedamit (female) It was a fun time and really nice group of people. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again!
PhoenixAloft (male): Had a great time and met some fun, interesting people. Good venue choice. Looking forward to the next one.
crazy_wolf (male). Wonderful time with super peeps! More, more!!
and many, many more.

What a weekend!

The weekend started off with a trip to Cleveland with MirandaDear, having been invited to the lake Erie Spanks Spring Fling party. I had the privilege of spanking some very nice ladies that included Sally, the Spanks leader, who had to take 3 wacks with a wooden paddle from every top there :) 

Was able to catch 1 hour's sleep Saturday day and then headed out to the AIS Party last night. I had heard that the turnout was really big for the Meet n Greet Friday night and a big crowd was expected. A big crowd is what they got.

We were lined up in the stairwell before 8 and upon entering were able to secure a table in a booth.

We were joined by crazywolf_842002 who arrived a confirmed spanko and left a confirmed spanko :), lilac10 who looked EXTREMELY hot in her outfit, and catlike, a first timer who agreed to venture in from the Forbidden Zone (Chillicothe) if I promised to take good care of her. I promised, she made the trip and was well taken care of.

Lilac had been wanting a Violet Wand experience and I did my best to give her one. We started off with some direct electrode play. She tried a few electrodes then went with the indirect method, where I grab a bar connected to the Violet Wand in one hand and in the other hold various implements that are used on the willing participant.

MilanaDear, a special lady and special friend, had her first Violet Wand experience the previous evening after the Spanks party. We then watched the Advanced Violet Wand DVD from the Violet Wand Store which covered some fascinating fireplay with the VW.

Both Milana and lilac10 preferred the variety and intensity of sensations available via the indirect method. The Blue Flash was a universal favorite.

The sparkling blue strands tickled and teased and nipped as they were danced and dragged around her body.

Then it was the chain mail flogger,

with its blue and green chain mail strands which can either be teased or dragged around the body or actually used as an impact toy in a flogging. When used as a flogger the thud effect is greatly enhanced and it feels very heavy with a sensation that goes deep into the body. The place was packed, it was very warm to the point where I had to remove some clothing.

Then it was time for some knife play with my Spyderco Delica fighting folder with Emerson feature.

I typically only use the back edge of the blade and just the tip with some very light pressure. The effect with the VW varies. At low intensity even those who never suspected they would enjoy knife play cant stop remarking how amazing it feels. Crank the intensity up and it can feel like you are being cut open, even though nothing is happening. As strange as that might sound, everyone loved the sensation.

Then it was catlike's turn for the VW play. catlike is a cute little newbie who was attending her first party. Like lilac10 catlike got the whole nine yards. It was her first experience with the VW and she loved it. With both lilac10 and catlike I allowed the submissive to control the intensity of the Violet Wand so they could acquire the the exact sensation they desired.

Knowing how much lilac enjoys public play I asked her if she would like a flogging and she readily agreed. I attached my heavy duty, fur lined and leather cuffs to her ankles, my nylon and very comfy cuffs to her wrists and tied her spread eagled to the one available cross. Naked but for her dark thigh highs she was a vision.

I used everything on her from a leather paddle, 2 different crops, a flogger, a whip, and a wooden paddle on her in addition to my hands that leisurely explored her body and massaged her neck and back. It was a lengthy session and a good workout for me and a good time was had by all. Lilac is a very sexy lady and a very good friend.

Then it was back to catlike who wanted to experience the Hitachi as she had never had that opportunity before. She lie on the table naked.

(A word on the Hitachi: Years ago it was not uncommon for a guy to run down to Lowe's, buy themselves a crop and voila, instant 'Dom', or even more ludicrous, 'Master'.
These days the crop from Lowes has been replaced by the Hitachi. It was a friend of mine who coined the term 'Hitachi Dom'. She showed me a few pictures and you can see them posted all over . Guy buys a Hitachi, ties up a submissive, holds the Hitachi to her nether regions, and voila, instand 'Dom', ...or instant 'Hitachi Dom'. :)
In too many of these cases you rarely had an understanding of BDSM dynamics, the sharing of needs and desires. Instead what you had was some guy trying to bolster his ego through the use of an ified submissive, who was rarely more than a prop to them, furniture.

I bought my first Hitachi just a few months ago (when I could not locate a Thunderstick) and work hard to avoid the classification of 'Hitachi Dom'. )

So I handed the Hitachi to catlike and went to work on her using other toys and implements, that included the Blue Flash, the Wartenburg pinwheel and other delights. catlike was writhing on the table having one orgasm after another. I didn't have the heart to ruin her fun and tell her she was supposed to ask permission to cum. Although I did stop her to let her know that for the next orgasm she would be required to say, while cuming, 'Sir I am cuming very hard right now!'. She pulled it off perfectly like a good little slave girl. I don't think I've ever seen that done in my many years in the scene:) And she is a newbie. Quite Impressive.

I think it was about this time that PhoenixAloft, Peyton33 and Buckeye Brat showed up. I offered to show Phoenix how to use the VW as I LOVE to help and teach) but unfortunately due to my being old and decrepit I later was too waxed after close to 4 hours of constant flogging and play that I was forced to limp home and attempt to recover.

Next up was the bubbly, vivacious and energetic deb_b, who has a desire for a specific type of 'thuddy' impact play. So we walked out to a web, the one where you lean back into that tangle of supporting rope structures, and spent some time exchanging energies and getting calibrated. That was very interesting and intense. The lady knows how to play.

Then the play was on, on her breasts and on her bottom specifically. Again, it was a constant, very energetic movement involving both hands. We tried a few tools but she greatly preferred ny hands. I did my best to satisfy her needs and like the lilac10 flogging,I gave her a short, quick massage, and we exchanged long warm hugs and nuzzzles :) It was very nice.

By that time I had to pause and try to collect up the considerable gear I had brought. Milana was a huge help in assisting me find my gear. We relocated to a back room. catlike reminded me that she wanted a spanking and she got what she requested, using leather paddle, crops and wooden paddle. The spanking session included an intense grand finale that had cat writhing and moaning. The girl has strong needs. Nice.

At that point it had been close to 4 hours virtual nonstop playing, flogging, spanking etc etc. I was wishing I had my Body Octane, an energizing drink mix I use in my workouts. I was drained and felt bad that I was not able to accomodate and play with Peyton33 and BuckeyeBrat and promised both that I would make it up to them.

I want to thank all those I played with and those I did not get a chance to play with for allowing me the opportunity to share energies with them along with needs and desires. I did my best to teach, help and adress your needs and desires :)

All these folks are special people and friends and also members of the Columbus and Central Ohio Spanking Club and hopefully illustrates the quality of the people we have in that club.

It was an absolutely amazing weekend!

The Spank - The Newsletter of the Columbus and Central Ohio Spanking Club
Issue II
Well a lot has gone down since the first issue of the The Spank. For one thing the club is growing like wildfire.

First Meet n Greet
We had our first Meet n Greet March 8th and had a very nice turnout in an excellent venue, The Red Door Tavern in Grandview Heights. We got lucky with this place. Very nice setup with our own room, our own bartender, excellent food, free hors d'oeuvres and free drinks for the ladies. Can't beat that.A good time was had by all. It was a VERY chatty and friendly crowd.

Lake Erie Spanks Spring Fling
That first Meet was followed by a few of us traveling north to party with the Lake Erie Spanks in their Spring Fling Spanking Party. MS_SM and OHRay do a hell of a job with that group. An experienced club that has their ducks in a row. Long story short, it was a blast! After the protocol brief and introductions it was wall to wall nonstop spanking. They liven things up with all kinds of games and of course eats brought in by the member in a pot luck fashion.The Spanks folks are incredibly friendly. You will love meeting these guys!

Different spanking clubs have different protocols. Some clubs are strictly spankos only and erotic spanking is discouraged if not just flat out disallowed. I would like to attempt to see if we can make our club accessible to both spankos and those who include spanking among other possible kinks.Therefore I hope to provide a protocol that allows both types to enjoy their thing without imposing on others who do not.We will have MUCH more to say on this matter.A safe, fun, exciting and hassle free experience for the ladies remains my number ONE priority.

The Party at the Princeton(The Columbus and Central Ohio Spanking Club is not AIS affiliated.)
With a grand total of one hour's sleep from the trip north I ventured out the next night to meet up with some Spanking Club members at the party at the Princeton. Those Spanking Club members who I was able to link up and party and play with include MilanaDear, Peyton33, crazywolf_842002, catlike, lilac10, BuckeyeBrat, PhoenixAloft, witchy_lady, deb_b and more. It was a hot time in the old time tonight and I even think there was a spanking in there :)

Next Meet n Greet
We have scheduled our next Meet n Greet for Saturday April 5th at 8 PM at, once again, The Red Door Tavern, Columbus OH

You don't want to miss this! I am looking to schedule our first spanking party ASAP.Males desiring to attend that spanking party must attend this Meet.I am inviting our neighbors to both the north and south to attend our spanking party and trust me when I say those Spanks up north are hot to party with us.
So COME ON DOWN!!!

Also coming up:
SCONY, The Spanking Club of New York, is having their 3 day (or more) Mountain Retreat on May 2-4 in Pennsylvania. Margaret Davis, the leader of that prestigious club, is offering us a half price admission (normally $495) for a male top spanker.I will be attending and if you are a male top spanker interested in attending for half price please let me know.
http://www.scony.com/events/132-2/

We have some other things in the works that must remain secret for right now.
PLease help spread the word about this area's newest and fastest growing club.
The Columbus and Central Ohio Spanking Club.
Thanks

Gerry

Hi:

Some feedback from our first Meet n Greet Sat night. I am Thruster7.

I wanted to provide you with some info and feedback from the first Meet N Greet for the Columbus and Central Ohio Spanking Club. It was a nice turnout for a club only 3 weeks old and we already have 79 members in the club.

I can't post the page for the comments from the attendees here as they are on another site but will cut and paste them at the bottom.

We had our first Meet n Greet at the Red Door Tavern and it was very nice start. I really wasn't sure of what the turn out would be but I was very happy with the result.

On top of that I got a chance to meet everybody and exchange thoughts and opinions with them on the club.

I want to thank crazywolf_842002 and MilanaDear for doing the sign in duties, Freakgodsback70 for being security and deb_b who stopped by to join in the fun. She is one heck of a social director :)

I also, of course, want to thank EVERYONE who came out. It definitely was an active, chatty and fun Meet! Please get the word out to others you feel would enjoy our Meet and possibly our club. I hope it was communicated that we want everyone to have a fun time.

Next up for me anyway is the Lake Erie SPANKS Spring Fling on the 21st.

Thanks
Gerry

eyton33

: about 9 hours ago

| report

| options

@Thruster7 I'm a newbie and this was my very first event. I felt welcomed like an old friend and that was perfect. It was awesome! Thank you!!

Thruster7

: about 8 hours ago

| options

@Peyton33 Thanks much. Yes. its a start. Folks seemed to really have a good time. The venue is excellent and with the munchies and our own bartender it was cool. I think next time I will poll the club to see which hors d'oeuvres or combination of hors d'oeuvres they want.
Plus for those who ordered on their own that place has excellent food.
I'm really glad you had an excellent experience as the quality of the female experience is my Number One priority!

Rosehaven333

: about 5 hours ago

| report

| options

I wanted to say thanks to everyone, I enjoyed meeting all of you last night and look forward to doing it again.

MilanaDear

: about 5 hours ago

| report

| options

This newbie here had a great time meeting all of you. The vibe was fun, warm and welcoming. Super nice group of people. Can't wait to see you all again.

KYSpankoGuy

: about 5 hours ago

| report

| options

Shame I had to miss this, I'll try to make it up for the next one

subnotslavedamit

: about 4 hours ago

| report

| options

It was a fun time and a really nice group of people! I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again.

@Thruster7 Thanks for getting it all started! :)

MS_SM

: about 2 hours ago

| report

| options

I had good time, everyone was very welcoming and the bartender was great, she took great care of us. Will be back for your next :)

Hi:

I'm Gerry and I have formed the Columbus and Central Ohio Spanking Club.

We are only 3 weeks old and we are celebrating our new club by having a Meet n Greet Saturday March 8 at 8 PM.at the Red Door Tavern 1736 W 5th Ave, Columbus OH 43212

We have our quota of single males (actually more than enough) but both couples and females may attend. You do not have to be a member of the club to attend.

This is a vanilla event and both dress and demeanor should be vanilla.

Admission is free as are the munchies (hors d'oeuvres) and the drinks for the ladies.
Yes, ladies drink free.

We expect to have a nice but manageable crowd.

So couples and females come on down and mix and mingle with your fellow kinksters in a safe, fun environment.

Hope to see you there. If you'd like more info drop me a line.

At the Red Door ASK FOR THE MEET N GREET . We have our own private area with our own bar.

Thanks

Gerry

The Columbus and Central Ohio Spanking Club discovered an excellent venue for our First Meet N Greet. Its the Red Door Tavern 1736 W. 5th Ave. Columbus, Ohio 43212

Our first ever Meet N Greet will be this coming Saturday, March 8th at 8 PM.

We have a private room complete with our own bar and bartender! There is also all kinds of food available to order. I had the Reuben tonight. Its excellent and its huge!

PLEASE patronize the club! I ran restaurants for 10 years and I can tell you these guys do it right. Jon Taffer is not needed here :)

The venue is vanilla, the dress will be vanilla, the demeanor will be vanilla. In other words, BE COOL!!!

Just ask for the Meet n Greet, no need to mention the full name of the club.

Everyone is invited. They do not have to be spanking club members!

Males desiring to attend a spanking party are STRONGLY encouraged to attend. You may be excused for 2 reasons; you are giving birth or you are dead.

Otherwise ...see you there!

Gerry

NEW CENTRAL OHIO SPANKING CLUB FORMING!!

I am spearheading an effort to establish a central Ohio spanking club. We've had out first meeting and the response has been excellent. 

We feel that the club is excellent for those that would like to expand their kink experience as well as those newbies looking to dip their toe into the kink ocean and take things one step at a time. We have both very experiences spankos and brand newbies. 

We will have some members traveling to Cleveland next month to party with their spanking club and I am reaching out to other clubs in Ohio. 

So if you are interested please drop me a line and let me know if you are spanker, spankee or both 

Females are always welcome. We are currently evenly matched male/female and in order to maintain a good balance in genders, interested males must bring in an active female partner. 

Below is a copy of our very first newsletter, The Spank. 

Happy Spanking! 
Gerry 

The newsletter of the Columbus Spanking Group. (Not AIS affiliated.) 

Well we had the first meeting of our spanking group and a fine bunch of spankos showed up. We even had one dedicated couple travel 100 miles to be there! 

We formed our first roster, took down some basic info like email address and whether spanker, spankee or both and discussed some protocols from another club which the members will decide on what they like and what they don’t like. Then general discussion on spanking, what we want from the club etc. 

We are wide open to new members. We feel that this adds another niche opportunity to both dedicated spankos only, BDSMers who enjoy spanking and newbies who might be seeking an ‘easier’ introduction into kinky play :) So please drop me a line if interested. Just need to know if you are a spanker, spankee, both, or yet to be determined :) 

We will be having our meetings in a different location. We need someplace a bit quieter, with a bit more space. One suggestion was to use the Panera Bread meeting rooms. I’m also open to other suggestions. I will give plenty of heads up time on the next meeting, when and where. 

And now this!!! 

The very well established Cleveland Spanking Group has been very helpful in offering advice and tips on getting started. They have also been so kind as to invite us to their next spanking party which is on March 21st! 

Their theme is a Spring Fling and the ladies are being asked to wear short, flip-up summer dresses (easier access) and the men will be wearing a tie. They are also big on games which I hear are a riot, complete with a huge wheel of fortune, giant dice, playing cards and more. 

The bottom line, I am told, is that its wild and a blast and EVERYONE gets to spank or be spanked! Just like a biker club, we show up to their place, we show respect to get respect and play by their rules. They are also planning an even wilder barn party in the summer which I am told ..... well let me save that for later disclosure. 

So here we are just getting out of the gate and the possibilities are already opening up. I have yet to reach out to the southern Ohio group, but think of the possibilities!! A massive statewide Ohio Spankfest!! Today, Ohio, tomorrow .. ok, ok. 

So looks like we have a good thing going here. Come on in! The waters fine. 

Thanks for your time. 

Gerry 

Back Door Day
A log cabin near Andover, New Hampshire
Jan, 1997

It was cold. I can tell you that much. The walk to the cabin from where we had to leave the rented car made that point very clear. Monica was bundled up nicely in layers of clothes and still managed to look spectacular. Monica was my German girlfriend, whom I had met on a bus ride to the Octoberfest in Munich 2 years earlier.

We had hit it off immediately and spent most of the evening walking arm in arm amongst the beer tents and the 500,000 mostly inebriated in attendance at that grandaddy of all Octoberfests. Monica had flaming red hair, not typical for a German. She was 5:9 and maybe 130 with the long legs of a dancer, which she was. And those legs were incredibly strong. Monica had planned to visit the states, to include a visit to her grandparents who now lived in Wisconsin. So we timed our vacations so that we could spend a 4 day weekend together in a rented log cabin in the foothills of the New Hampshire Appalachians.

Monica had no background at all in BDSM when we first met. But she was incredibly sexual and wild and jumped in with both feet. The very first BDSM party I had taken her to was at a sidewalk cafe in a little village located adjacent to a nudist camp in northern Bavaria. The occasion was an ‘initiation’ of a young German lady into the local BDSM collective. The mood was festive, playful, light, nothing too heavy. The young lady was plied with copious amounts of sparkling wine and champagne. She was then told to stand on one of the tables, remove her gym shorts and “replace the wine into this wine bottle. If you spill a drop you will be fair game for everyone here.”

Of course in trying to piss into a narrow necked wine bottle she immediately ’spilled’ and was handed around to everyone to grope, feel her up and play with her various erogenous zones. A good time was had by all with plenty of laughs and orgasms. Monica was a passive observer but she obviously loved the hedonistic and playful attitude of the event. Monica remained my BDSM partner for the final year of my second German tour which included munches and events in Germany, France and Denmark.

We arrived at the upscale log cabin around noon. Walking in you would swear you were walking into a novel by Ernest Hemingway. Stuffed animal heads lined the walls. A fur rug lay in front of a large stone fireplace, a wood burning pot bellied stove was across the room. The bed was a four poster canopy and it was so high that there was a small ladder that you used to climb into and out of bed. Chiffon curtains could be pulled down to surround yourself in a delicate luxury. Leather armchairs and couch, inlaid subdued lighting, very nice appliances, a nicely appointed bath and shower and amenities. An old fashioned bathtub surrounded by another chiffon curtain sat, for some reason, in a corner of the bedroom. Yeah I could stay here awhile.

I wanted to show Monica how beautiful the New England woods were so we dropped our baggage off in the cabin and set off on a half mile hike through the pine forest towards the ruins of an old fort. We were both bundled up nicely, so the temps in the 20’s and the 6 inches or so of snow on the ground were not an issue. We took our time, walking slowly across the open field which separated the cabin from the tree line. We would stop occasionally and just hold each other, and kiss, my lips lightly tracing her lips, nose, ears, forehead. Her light perfume was having a hypnotic effect on me, I could feel the warmth of her body through her clothes. I admit I was transfixed. Here I was with a Bavarian Snow Queen in a Winter Wonderland. And I didn’t have to sleep in it :) I didn’t want the moment to end.

Then it was a short climb up a manageable rock face and there we were. There was a plateau, maybe 50 by 50 meters across. It overlooked a peaceful river valley. The sun was shining brilliantly. The trees wore a thick of coat of powder. I leaned back against a large rock, took hold of Monica and unbuttoned her coat. Just as I was to pull her close the wind kicked up and created an unforgettable effect. I carefully turned Monica around, whispered ‘Look’, and pulled her tight against me.

With a soft woosh sound the snow was blown from the trees and was suspended in the air by a soft breeze. The bright sun hitting this windblown snow created a thousand suspended rainbows, which danced and shimmered around and through the sparkling snow crystals which surrounded us. It was a magical effect. I hugged Monica close and whispered in her ear ’Tomorrow’. I knew she could feel my erection through her ski pants and she slowly pressed and rubbed her ass against me for good measure.

She understood. Monica loved anal play as much as I did. And she had an ass fit for worship. It was perfectly proportionate to her sleek, cat like frame, beautiful sculpted, and firm. In a word, it was truly beautiful. We had agreed that our first full day in the cabin would be devoted, in one way or another, to anal play. On top of that we had declared Day One to be Cinnamon Day. That meant we would be using cinnamon incense, soap, candles, edible massage oil, and cinnamon spice on a type of German gluhwein that she was so expert at cooking up.

Monica cooked up a nice German meal and as soon as we finished eating and cleaned up, we stripped and headed to the shower. We jumped in the shower together and he very warm water cascaded down on us. Monica had brought those round scrubby things that I had never used before and it was fun discovering how I could explore all her secret places with those things. She vigorously returned the favor. The cinnamon soap we were using smelled good enough to eat. We quickly had each other so hot and bothered that we barely dried off before climbing that ladder naked and wrapping ourselves around each other in bed.

Monica pulled me tight against her, grabbed my cock with one hand, wrapped her legs around me and said “Take me, Sir!”. Not having to be told twice I almost immediately slid into her. Monica’s legs were very strong and once she tightened their grip around you, you weren’t going anywhere. Not that I had any desire to. We lay there, almost perfectly still. My cock was rock hard inside her cunt. I was happy. Then Monica began something I had experienced before. I would flex my cock in a Kegel exercise motion. She would respond by flexing her pussy which had the felt effect of a small hand ‘milking’ my cock. It was a dance, a tantric dance of celebration between ourselves. Sexual yoga. I was kissing her face, just lightly inhaling her scent, her essence. Her nipples were hardening against my chest and I could feel the heat of her chest flushing. We remained still. The only movement her pussy milking my flexing cock and her legs tightening around me.

Suddenly I came. It was almost unexpected. It felt like the cum was literally being sucked out of me. It was an incredible sensation and not atypical of tantric sex. My cum splashing against the inner walls of her pussy and Monica, tensed, groaned and came hard as we kissed deeply. We stayed in that same position quite awhile, neither of us wanting to move, to break the spell. I finally rolled off. And then, sleep.

The first light crept in through the curtains and a sunbeam caressed Monica’s sleeping form. It was a sensual sight to see, her gorgeous form, the curves of her derriere. Today was to be a day devoted to anal pleasures. And those pleasures were to be taken and enjoyed with a touch, a taste, of cinnamon. I rolled over close to Monica and pulled her close to me. We were now spooning. I kissed her check, nuzzled her neck. I knew she could feel the heat radiating off me.

As a result of some shots I received during my tour in Vietnam, my normal body temp was higher than most folks. A desired commodity when in bed in cold temps, less so in warmer climes. I murmured in her ear, ‘You do remember what day this is?’. ‘Yes’, she replied, and giggled. We untangled, and I let Monica have first use of the toilet while I threw a housecoat on and stoked the wood burning stove and fireplace.

Once we had both freshened up we returned to bed, climbing the ladder to enter what was essentially a boudoir cave as the canopy curtains draped low around us. So the first decision I had to make was what was going to be first, a spanking, or a massage? I decided that a prolonged, sensual and sexual spanking would be first up. That would be followed by an equally prolonged tantric massage, designed to first relax the lady then to concentrate her energies in erogenous zones, before working towards several very nice explosive releases of that sexual energy.

We were both naked and the cabin was nicely warmed by the stove. I positioned myself with my back propped up by some pillows and asked Monica to lie down across my lap. She carefully draped her beautiful body across my lap and laid her head down on folded arms. It was kinda like being served breakfast in bed, I thought. Except I would not be engaging in any oral delights just yet. Not .....yet.

I slowly ran a hand up her leg and when I reached her ass, I drew my hand up until a finger rested gently on her rosebud. It remained there....until very slowly, very gently, I applied a light pressure to that portal, as if it was begging to be allowed inside. Monica moaned her approval and slid her legs a bit wider to facilitate entry. Not .....yet.

My hand rested on her bottom, luxuriating in the sensation of wonderfully soft skin on a firm, tight, muscular bottom. Monica had a dancer’s legs and ass, strong, sleek, and incredibly feminine. Watching her legs and ass as she walked was almost hypnotic. She radiated the feline strength and grace of a panther on the hunt. Except now she was mine. My hand slowly moved over the curves of her ass, appreciating, exploring. And then it was time.

Spank! Not too hard, not too soft. A beginning. I left my hand where it spanked and could feel a slight warmth from her ass. A slight slow rub, a caress, more exploring, roaming ....no rush. Spank!. Now my hand explored a bit farther south, running over that space where her ass met her legs, then slowly up her inner thigh...towards her pubic mound. I caressed that mound ever so slightly as I drew my hand back for another spank. And I slowly settled into a rhythm. It became a discernible pattern of a spank, followed by caresses, a gentle rubbing, an appreciative touch.

By now we were getting the first wisps of the cinnamon incense we had lit. It was so mellow. The sun was highlighting Monica’s prone form. She had tiny, little barely visible golden hairs along her backside that shined and glistened in the sunlight. The birds outside were happily chirping. I debated whether I should now apply some of the cinnamon massage oil I had for the occasion. It was edible oil and I knew when I used it I would be difficult for me to keep from burying my face deep into that backside. Better to wait on that. Not ....yet.

Monica’s bottom was warming, and rising to the occasion. As I kept up a steady pattern of spanks and caresses, now slightly increasing both the tempo and the force of the spanks, Monica seemed to be hard pressed to want to either raise her ass to the spanks and also lower it so as to grind her pubic bone into my leg. And I continued. Now adding further explorations, a bit further down her leg between spanks, a bit more time on her inner thighs and dragging my hand slowly up those inner thighs towards her pussy. Monica’s breathing became deeper, more forceful....and now a bit more ragged.

I wet my left index finger and placed it on her rosebud. Now a gentle but firm pressure as I continued to spank and caress with my right. It began to slide inside....actually it was being sucked in, welcomed in. My hands were taking Monica’s ass, owning it, taming it, spanking it and pleasuring it in a maelstrom of sensation. I increased the tempo yet again, spank, caress, rub, explore, spank, caress, rub, explore. It was my intent to blur the sensations until I could remove the distinction. All became one, the pleasure, the pain until Monica could no longer distinguish between the two, nor care to.

I was finger fucking her ass with one hand and spanking/caressing with the other. Monica was becoming more and more animated. She was getting close. Monica could cum just by being flogged, just by a spanking, and more. The very first time we played, as she walked into my hotel room one warm summer day in Nurnberg, I quickly slid off her summer dress, turned and had her brace against the wall and like a cop frisking a subject, let my hands roam free on her body. Her legs shook, her knees buckled, her breath went raged, her back arched and she was cuming so hard she could not talk. It was fun to watch.

Monica was getting closer. I knew that her ass was now a whirlwind of sensitivity both inside and out. I had a created a pattern of vibrational sensation that enveloped Monica’s derriere and was lifting her to a place where she could truly spread her wings and soar.

It was time. Time to take her there. Take her where she wanted to go, and let her fly.

I grabbed her hair with my left hand and began a slight pull on her hair. At the same time I quickened both the tempo and the force of the strikes again. Now it was primarily spanking and hair pulling, to convey the sensation of being controlled, played like an instrument.

And Monica reacted beautifully. Monica was both moaning and groaning, humping my leg as the spanks came down. I pulled a bit harder on her hair and her head began to look up, to salute the sun with her first orgasm of the day. I moved the spanking more to that space between her ass and legs. Her legs suddenly tightened and cramped up. A deep breath then a soft shriek, that got louder as the orgasmic spasms overcame her. Her ass started shaking as if it had a life if its own.

I released her hair. Monica gasped “Oh my God!!” And she continued to shake. I caressed her ass for quite awhile. Talking soothingly to her. Bringing her down. I gently reached down and pulled her back to me so that she was now sitting/lying against my chest. I hugged her tight and brushed her hair and her face with my hand. I gently kissed her cheeks whispering softly over and over “Good girl! Good Girl!”.

Next was the tantric massage.

Back Door Day had begun.

I am in the process of trying to determine interest in a central Ohio spanking club. I have been with 2 such clubs in the past, one in Texas and one in Atlanta and they have provided some of the most erotic expereinces of my life.

I have started to get the word out and right now I am simply collecting names of those who might have an interest in belonging or maybe also helping to get the club off the ground after the holidays.

If you or anyone you know, (please feel free to send it on with my ID here) have an interest in either belonging to or maybe also helping to get it started please get in touch with me. I can also be reached as snowcrash716 on Yahoo Messenger.

Thanks

Gerry

The War of the Roses - Conclusion

Once my cock was firmly embedded in her pussy I stopped. I wanted Pat to revel in the sensation, her being helpless, hands bound behind her neck, both holes totally exposed and available to me (despite her original statement on anal play), and her cunt with a nice firm hold on my cock.

I started to flex my cock very slowly, rhythmically so that the cock stem would rise slightly and the head would flare. Ladies are not the only ones who can develop the pelvic muscles through Kegel exercises :) Every time I did that Pat let out a small gasp and I could feel her cunt, now seemingly with a life of its own, molding itself around my cock.. trying to grab it, convulse on it. Lovely! Her pussy had a life if its own, living, breathing, pulsing, flowing. It was a very, very nice sensation.

Enough foreplay. I grabbed her hips with both hands, pushed her forward slightly then slammed her down hard on my cock. Then again, and again. I pushed her back down a bit more producing that delightful arcing of the spine allowing me to penetrate, probe and tantalize those secret, inner pleasure places.

Then I stopped. I moistened a finger and placed it just above her rosebud. I then slowly slid it so that it was resting lightly on her asshole. Pat tensed a bit and started to protest but I quieted her and let her know that I was not going to hurt her. Pat had expressed a liking for hair grabbing and some rough sex, so I grabbed her hair with my left hand and pulled her back towards me so my cock was embedded in her pussy to the max. My finger was very lightly circling and brushing her asshole. So slightly it would be almost imperceptible. I continued to flex my cock.

I wanted Pat to relax there and trust that any sensation produced from that area would be pleasure and not pain. Then I bucked my hips into her in a rhythmic motion and guiding her by the hair continued to fuck her.

I then began to talk to her....softly..in contrast to the hard slamming. Telling her what a gorgeous, hot fucking slut she was. I lightly pressed my finger into her asshole and it was wet enough to penetrate maybe a quarter inch. I stopped. I told her how she was my cumslut for the evening. With each sentence she gasped and bucked.

I slammed her again. She came once....letting out a small scream and I felt her pussy spasms and grab my cock, milking it. I kept slamming and she came again and I had held out as long as I could could. It was the sensation of her grasping pussy, her gasps, her soaking wet hole, the fact that she wanted it as much as I did and my finger slightly inside the forbidden portal.

I exploded. Hard. My cum actually felt like hot molten lave blasting from a volcano as it shot into her. I realized that was one for the books and smiled as I slowed to a stop. We relaxed. I stayed for a bit then slowly pulled out. I thought about beginning a massage for her but decided to allow her to clean up as she had been filled to the brim.

I detached her cuffs from the back of her collar but left everything in place and Pat retreated to the bathroom. When she returned I was to begin a strategic movement to contact with her back door. To do that I would have to overcome a defense in depth and deal with the negative associations Pat had somehow developed with that area. An interesting challenge. Could I do it? More to the point, could I do it in one evening?

Pat had somehow developed, most likely through one or more unpleasant and painful anal experiences, a distaste for anal play. So what was called for here was what? Deprogramming, reprogramming? Semantics. The bottom line was that I wanted Pat to be able to associate that area with pleasure, as it should be, given that it is one of the most sensitive areas of the body. Why be deprived of the pleasures inherent in well done anal play? Just seems a shame to waste an erogenous zone. Onward.

Pat emerged from the bathroom and I asked her to lie on the bed face down. I positioned her on the left side of the bed, close to the edge. With my background as a fitness trainer I have considerable experience in massage. I straddled her body and very slowly placed my hands on her shoulders and began to slowly massage any residual tension from her body. I began at her shoulders and neck and worked down each arm and then back to her shoulders.

Then I took the massage down her back, very, very slowly. Lingering on pressure points, working on those tensed muscles holding any stress, compression or discomfort. I worked the trapezius, lats, spinal erector muscles, the small of her back continually moving in a downward motion.

There was method to this madness. For in enabling and encouraging her to relax and let go, I was also moving and directing her energy, her ‘chi’ to her groin area. I wanted her totally relaxed and her energy percolating around her groin. I then hoped to direct it to ass.

I began on her legs, first the left, then the other. My hands encircled her upper thigh, so high my right hand lightly brushed her pussy and I began to massage her leg biceps and hamstring. First moving in a circular downward motion, releasing the tension. All the way down to her ankles, I rotated her ankles gently, flexed her foot and then gently began to stretch her toes. Taking my time I gave each toe my full attention and could not resist sucking a few before I began the trip back up.

This was the important part of the movement. Guiding the considerable chi stored in her leg muscles upwards to her groin area. I took my time, moving slowly but deliberately. When both legs were done and I knew much of her energy was now focused on the groin area I moved up and placed my hands on her ass cheeks. I began to gently rotate her ass cheeks, right cheek clockwise, left cheek counter clockwise.

This accomplished a number of things, it relaxed her ass, exposed her rosebud to intimate viewing and also tended to produce a pulling/rubbing sensation on her clit that I have been told is a real turn on.

Pat sighed delightfully through the entire massage, but now she was really getting turned on. It was obvious from the beads of moisture now forming on her pussy lips. I asked her to spread her legs a little as I moved to take a position in a chair I had placed to the left of and facing the bed. It was time for the next phase.

‘It’s time for your spanking’, I whispered. And I began to spank her, slowly but in rhythm. I would deliver a few spanks, then caress her with my hands, her ass cheeks, her upper and inner thighs, and lightly brush my hand across her pussy in the process. Then again, spanks, caresses, brushes, and again. Over and over. Her ass was now turning a nice pink and Pat was squirming in pleasure. A pleasure I felt that she had not foreseen.

I took some lube and applied it lightly to her rosebud area. No protest. In fact she seemed to relax even more. I grabbed a violet wand and turning it on to its very low setting I very gently danced it across her ass cheeks. That directed more energy to her anal area. Her ass was getting energized :) Pat jumped, then giggled and sighed and was obviously enjoying the sensations. I continued producing sparks on Pat’s bottom for awhile and then stopped.

I let her lie there a bit. Let her think about it. I then picked up a pocket rocket, turned it on and held it in a closed fist while I extended my index finger and placed it lightly on the area known as the t’aint. I let it rest there and she let out a delighted moan enjoying the sensation of the high speed vibrations coming through my finger. I massaged her cheeks with my left hand as my the finger on my right hand slowly moved up towards her rosebud. No protest. In fact I sensed a growing excitement.

My finger slowly circled her rosebud, very slowly, non threatening, just luxuriating in enjoying and exploring Pat’s back door region. Then I very lightly brought it directly across her rosebud. Pat sighed and moaned and turned her head towards me. To be honest I was not completely sure if she was going to ask me to stop. I very lightly pressed her rosebud and my vibrating finger penetrated, like before, ever so slightly. But this time Pat bucked her ass against my hand, obviously wanting more. “That’s really, really nice.” she said. Then I heard her breath catch and she muttered something like ‘ ... never expected this ...’. She was gasping.

I began to slowly turn my finger ever so gently in her butt and I felt her asshole, well lubed, trying to grab my finger, trying to drag it in deeper. Then I heard it...the words I was waiting for ...’ put it in me ...’ she muttered. “What was that?’ I said. ‘Deeper, please .. deeper’ she moaned as she forced her butt up against my hand.

I stopped completely. ‘Denied! Let’s go to dinner.’ I said.
I had proven my point.
And we still had 2 sessions left :)

Some advice for new submissives:

I have been involved in BDSM for many years and have seen it played out literally all over the world. At one time, when I was in Austin TX,  i was writing a column devoted exclusively to submissive safety. I wanted to post some of the highlights from that column.

 The purpose of this posting is not to frighten you but to attempt to orient you to the online environment.

The very first thing I would recommend that you do is to research and read about submissive safety. There are a ton of sites out there on this topic. It is very easy to let desires run amok and overrun basic safety concerns. Now as you do your reading you will find some information you don't agree with and some that you do. That's fine. But I do recommend that you give it all serious thought and always err on the side of caution.

What I am about to tell you is no great secret. You will discover it for yourself in any case. But the truth of the matter is that VERY few of the folks on this site are who or what they claim to be.

Please don't get me wrong. I am NOT issuing a 'everybody else is a phony except me' screed. But to give you an example, I have asked a number of real people, both Doms and sub here for their estimates. I asked them in their experience what would their estimate be of the percentage of folks on here who are genuine, sincere and who are exactly who they claim to be. The HIGHEST estimate of real folks on here was 10%. I suspect its in the single digits.

So who are the hundreds of people who emailed you when you first joined?

Unfortunately for those with a sincere interest in BDSM, the vast majority on here fall into a number of categories. You have folks who are brand new to the scene, and that's fine. That is, unless they lie about their experience. If you are approached by someone who admits to being new or relatively new, you will have to decide for yourself if you are comfortable in proceeding with someone inexperienced.

A new Dom honest about a lack of experience could be a valid choice for a new submissive. However I would suggest proceeding VERY slowly in play with an agreed upon safe word and maintaining the ability to physically stop the scene if you so choose.

A bigger problem could be if the Dom is lying about his experience. If someone is lying about their experience they want a partner they can experiment on.Is that what you want? Consider that honesty and trust are at the heart of a BDSM relationship.

Then you have the henpecked husbands whose wives keep their genitals in a small jar by the door. They are looking for the opportunity to give orders and 'be in charge' as they are certainly not in their private lives. Sound like fun?

Then you have the abusers. I separate them from sadists as SM among CONSENSUAL adults is valid. But I have also known sadists who were not at all truthful about their orientation and the unsuspecting submissive would learn it the hard way. The abusers simply HATE women. They have supremely twisted views on DS. While true DS is a wonderful sharing among needs and desires among two people, they see it as a wonderful opportunity to hurt females.

Some of these jokers actually think that the sub WANTS to be physically assaulted and hurt in a non consensual manner. I could tell you loads of stories but I will limit it to one. A Columbus nurse was chatting with a supposed 'Dom' over a period of weeks. He showed up in town and texted her that he was at a local bookstore and would she like to meet for coffee? So she did and he then asked her to go to a hotel. Against her better judgment, she did. No safe calls set up, no safety net at all. In the hotel he pulled a knife on her, tied her up and beat her severely. Then claimed to be surprised that this was not what she wanted.

There are also worse. The FBI estimates that at any given time there are 36 active serial killers in the US. And it is well known that they often use BDSM sites to hunt for prey.

So what steps can you take to keep yourself safe? Here are some initial suggestions.

ALWAYS use a disposable email address/IM client name to begin a conversation. Ensure that the email client and or messenger client  does not reveal your full name, in the expanded headers/profile or anywhere else. In other words when you sign up with the service do NOT use your full real name.

If you proceed to making phone calls be sure that it is you that calls him. And tell him you will call but you will block your number. If he has a problem with that consider it a major red flag.

It is always a good idea to meet first in a very public place. Make sure somebody knows where you are going and for how long. It should not be in a situation where he can follow you back to your car and get your license plate number. Do NOT agree to go anywhere else with him at that first meeting.

 If you proceed to the point of playing, first have him fax or email a copy of his driver's license. Store that information and better yet, give a copy to a trusted friend. Verify it if you can.

You HAVE to have a safety net. Determine where you will be playing..do NOT deviate from that. Give your friend all the information, who, where, when. Then have that friend call you at a number of predetermined times. NOT JUST ONCE! If you do not answer the call in a reasonable amount of time that friend is to call the cops and direct them to your location.

These are called safe calls. Make sure he is aware that you use a safety net and safe calls. If you think this all sounds like overkill you wouldn't if you had heard the stories I heard.

I am telling you this because I do not want to see anything bad happen to you. Its like the cb craze when that happened...I had ladies telling me they wanted one in case their car ever broke down. My retort was simple. How do you know that the guy who answers you is a good guy?'

I used to have a website when I was in Texas that discussed submissive safety. It became very popular and I got lots of thank you notes from subs who followed my advice and were glad they did because of what they found out later about a potential 'Dom'.

One item that was somewhat controversial was my insistence that the sub ask for references. Yeah I know it might sound weird but when I was very active I had a long list of submissives who wrote wonderful references for me. If you ask someone for a reference and they laugh and smirk then flat out I can tell you that they are newbies or liars cause references among those in the scene are quite common and accepted.

If someone refuses to give a reference run don't walk away. ANY failure to get a reference ('I have never played before' etc) should mean that you escalate all other safety measures.

 If for no other reason it is always illuminating to get the Dom's reaction when asked for a reference. If they get hostile immediately end the conversation permanently. The reference should be from someone who HAS PLAYED WITH the Dom, not a friend, relative and etc.

There are tons of information on sub safety out there. I agree with some of it some I do not. A matter of preference and experience. I just don't want you to think you have to agree with all of it. But what I outlined above is or should be non-negotiable. Google submissive safety and start reading.

And for God's sake, be careful out there :)

Foreplay 
 
 
If you are not willing to risk the unusual, you will have to settle for the ordinary. Jim Rohn. - 
 
 
 
You are naked and are asked to lie across the bed with your head towards me as I stand at the bedside. I pull you towards me and straddle your head. I am also naked. I bend forward and pull your legs towards me as if in a backwards somersault. I place your legs under my arms and hold them there while I place pillow under your back to brace you. We are 
ready. 
 
 
Your head and eyes are inches from my cock and ass. You are wide open for me. Both holes totally exposed and available. You ask if you can suck my cock and I tell you to wait. Then I begin. I lean forward and you feel my lips upon your pussy lips. Ever so gently I trace my lips around your vulva. Inhaling your scent, I circle and tease your pussy lips...gently probing...wanting in. 
 
 
 
You moisten and feel my tongue begin to slide into you. I am 
tasting you inside...running my tongue over the walls of your cunt. I am exploring you...luxuriating in the feel, taste and texture of your pussy. You moan and stare at my swaying cock and balls...transfixed. You admire the cheeks of a firm and muscular ass. You want it all. 
 
 
I begin to tease and flick your clit ...at first gently...then
steadily more firmly until I capture your clit in my lips and begin to suck. A steady rhythm. That feeling begins to mount. That desire for release..that oncoming wave...I am sucking harder now.....your clit hardens and throbs..becoming ever so sensitive. Then I place a vibrator against my chin and our world begins to cum apart. I continue to suck on it, truly making it my friend. It feels to you like your clit is 
actually growing and expanding in my lips and mouth.You quickly ask permission to cum. 'Denied.....wait!' is the firm reply. You strain and try to grit your teeth to hold it...for now. 
 

I then pull you tight against my face and my tongue slides deep into your pussy. I drink from your now freely flowing juices. I am feeding upon you.I ask you to suck me now. And you greedily suck my cock deep into your mouth. You feel my cockhead instantly respond to your attention and it grows ever larger. Suddenly my tongue is circling your beautiful rosebud of an asshole. Circling...circling moving ever closer 
to the center. Now I am licking your asshole with broad strokes of my tongue..like a dog....dragging my tongue across your asshole. Over and over.Then I am probing you. Demanding entrance into this most private of portals. The feeling of naughtiness, of taboo...of this sharing of ultimate intimacy begins to overwhelm you and that feeling, that orgasmic wave begins to grow again. 
 
 
You relax and invite me in...my tongue slides in as deep as it can. Tasting you. Now I am tongue fucking your ass..taking you
there....loving you there. The sensation is so warm, so 
wonderful.Suddenly your universe is vibrating as I place a pocket rocket..that small but devastatingly effective dildo directly on your clit! Your breath catches quick and my cock throbs and stiffens in your mouth. At this point you are desperate for an orgasm. Mine yours doesn't matter we are becoming one and we HAVE to cum. 
 
Then it stops.....just as you thought you were cresting the wave permission or not...it stops. You feel warm oil being spread around your pussy and asshole. Preparing you.You know what is coming. I ask 'Are you ready?' And you answer 'yes', almost sobbing. Its a double dildo, with bigger and smaller penis ends both pointed in the same direction. I gently place the ends at the entrance to your pussy and rosebud...and 
push. 
 
The feeling is indescribable, powerful...a sensation of being TOTALLY filled, taken, used, enjoyed, satisfied front and 
back.Overwhelming doesn't begin to describe it. An orgasmic tidal wave of seismic proportions is HERE NOW and you have no chance of asking permission. You can't even speak! There is no free will involved here.
 
You have become a living, breathing, human orgasm. 
 

'Just cum baby, just cum' you hear me say. And wave after wave of powerful, wrenching orgasms rip through your entire being. You hear a deep, prolonged growl..very deep.....like a grizzly bear and your cheeks fill with my sweet seed as my cock explodes into your greedily sucking mouth.You remember my saying that when I use that double dildo on you that you will cum until I get tired. And you realize I do not tire easily. 
 
You surrender entirely to orgasmic bliss. 
 
Galaxies explode.

On Rimming -  

Let's talk about rimming. I have been a Dom male since birth and have enjoyed rimming a clean, female rosebud nearly that long. I am not sure where that desire stems from. Is it because I was raised as the oldest of 4 boys with no sisters? Is it because I'm an ass man?  

I'm not sure where it comes from and I'm not sure I care where it comes from. I just know that with the right lady I doubt there is much more, outside of water sports, which could represent a more intimate form of pleasuring and sharing. It might be the taboo of it all that appeals. In the same manner that I truly enjoy playing with a married sub. The forbidden fruit as it were.  

Without a doubt cleanliness is essential. But for those who balk at rimming a clean rosebud you should know that the typical mouth contains far more harmful bacteria than a clean anus. And you do kiss with your mouth open don't you ?  

While I love to do the rimming I have only been rimmed a few times. And that was essentially by choice. That might stem from the fact that in my twenties I was cut there by an overly zealous young lady with long sharp fingernails. It was not fun.  

So I tended to keep ladies away from that area. That was until I met this female sub in Texas in 2000 that delighted in rimming and being rimmed. I mean she insisted on it. And I have to admit being serviced like that was delightful. Soft, sensual, intimate, and the knowledge that it really rang her bell made it all the better.  

I remember on more than occasion straddling her face, while she would gently lick, nibble, probe and play with my asshole. It was exquisite. I would then flog her pussy to provide 'motivation' and jerk off on her chest.  

Sometimes she would have me lie down and prop a small pillow under my groin. She would then lie between my legs and go to town.  

She really wanted to slide a finger into my ass and massage my prostate. She wanted that a lot. We did try it a few times but given my past experience I freely admit that I probably fully earned the nickname 'tight ass'. :)  

One pleasant variation to a traditional 69 would be that when I was about to explode in the lady's mouth I would pull her very tight to my face and slide my tongue as deep into her ass as possible. Embedding my tongue deep in her ass at the moment of explosion. Hard to beat.  

In discussing the gentle art of rimming and how much I enjoy it in various Ds forums I once had a young female sub, I would argue an uneducated and misinformed female sub. "Gee", she said. "that doesn't sound very Domlike". I replied. "Young lady, I can assure you that I am 100% Dom. And the fact that I WANT to do it makes it 'Domlike'.  

I will also freely admit that my love of rimming has been going unabated as of late. And when deprived, it becomes clear that its far more than a linking. Its a NEED!! I find myself staring at nicely heart shaped derriers everywhere, thinking, briefly visualizing, fantasizing.  

And if I am not able to tease, nibble, probe, taste, explore, luxuriate in, drill and tongue fuck a nice female rosebud very soon I will surely lose my mind :)

War of the Roses  

Atlanta  

Part One  

Atlanta remains one of the 'hottest' cities BDSM wise I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing. It was a study in contrasts and conflict. The oftentimes very attractive upper middle class women were raised in a strict Southern Baptist tradition. And some of them had thoughts, desires, fantasies, needs that could be considered to be rather dark, sometimes very dark. And those thoughts and desires certainly conflicted with that they were taught should be the proper thoughts and desires of a southern lady. Consequently I got stood up more often in Atlanta than in any other town. But when we connected, shades of Elmer Gantry, there were some blazing hot, passionate and exciting times.  

I had developed a reputation amongst the denizens of the AOL chat rooms. At one point when I was extremely active I amassed 5 pages of typewritten references. Their tone varied from thankful to playful to quite cute. A lovely lady named Annie who was originally from Florida said that any submissive who was about to play with me should first drink a lot of water because they would cum so much they could get dehydrated, She was so sweet A country girl. And she wasn't kidding. Another told me of post orgasmic shakes 3 hours later, another told me of having to lean against the walls of the hotel hall as she left to keep from falling over. My favorite though was the one who wanted me to meet her mother :) The submissive in question was in her fifties :)  

Many of those who hung around the AOL Ds chat rooms were novices who had relatively recently discovered the joys and pleasures inherent in BDSM. Many of these southern MILFS were introduced to Ds by the Sleeping Beauty series done by Anne Rice under a pseudonym. Long repressed thoughts and desires would then begin to rise to the surface. In a typically upscale Atlanta bedroom community that often meant fireworks. But not the good kind.  

One lady's husband threatened divorce, another wanted her to see a shrink. In any case the home very often was not conducive to exploring such needs and the ladies turned to the AOL and MIRC chat rooms to seek guidance and information, and sometimes companionship. There were several Atlanta regulars in these chat rooms and I had developed a word of mouth rep as a 'nice guy' and a great Dom to introduce a new submissive to the possibilities in a safe and encouraging manner.  

That's the set and setting for my story.  

So I get an IM from a young lady. Patricia was her name. She had heard about me from two of her friends and she wanted to know if we could chat for a bit. Patricia told me her story. And it was a good one.  

Turns out that she was involved in a rather nasty divorce from her husband. From what she had to say it didn't seem that hubby was willing to accept her submissive desires. He wasn't even willing to try. So Pat filed for divorce and it was getting really, really nasty. An all out knock down, drag out WWE brawl that I later named the War of the Roses. After the movie, not the war.  

So Patricia had developed an online relationship with a Dom named Robert. When Pat and Robert got around to a public first meet they really hit it off. Big time. To the point where by the second meet Robert had asked her to consider moving in with him if she left her husband. Now keep in mind that this was before they ever played, ever even had just vanilla sex.  

But there was a a catch. Robert had more than once professed his desire for a submissive with experience. He claimed, according to Patricia, that he was not interested in training a newbie. Now I got the impression that the real reason was that he didn't have the experience he claimed, but I kept that opinion to myself.  

So what Pat wanted was for her and I to have 3 sessions. But only 3. With the full understanding of why we were to play and that it would not proceed under any circumstances after the third play. She wanted experience. I eventually agreed to meet her to discuss this and once I laid my eyes on a very attractive brunette with fantastic legs, what could I say? I love to teach and agreed to her plan.  

Now as a firm believer in pre-play communication one topic that came up was anal play. I'm an ass man, I admit it. It doesn't mean that anal sex is required but I do enjoy light anal play even if its nothing more than, with the right lady, a vigorous tongue fucking of the little rosebud. So in the course of conversation I asked her if I gave her the choice of which hole I would cum in first, which would she choose? She answered her mouth. I asked what would be her second choice and she replied her pussy. 'So what about the ass?' I asked? Pat froze at my first mention of the derriere. 'Don't even think about it' was her reply. Somewhat surprised I tried to get a better understanding of her thoughts and the reason for those thoughts but was told in no uncertain terms to not even think about her ass. 'OK', I replied. 'But I will tell you this. Before our first evening together is over, you will beg me to take you there'.  

She laughed ... rather loudly. I left it at that.  

And our first evening together was one for the books. There was extensive communication between the two of us with the intention of finding out what she enjoyed, what she had and had not experienced and if there were any areas of interest she would like to explore. I explained that although, never having played I did not have the right to tell her how to dress for the first meet but that I could ask. And I did ask.  

I requested the following, a slightly slutty but classy look. Footwear that showed off as much of the foot as possible with the feet and nails having undergone a fresh pedicure. I allowed her to pick the color of the nails. Some nice makeup, a nice scent, a short skirt, squeaky clean front and back and of course, no panties. It was to began with dinner at a fine Buckhead restaurant located in a hotel and I had rented a room despite the fact that I had a Buckhead apartment. I wanted neutral turf..  

I walked into the hotel foyer, glanced to a side waiting room and saw a vision in grace, beauty and a steaming hot southern sexuality. The look she gave me, the curve of slightly crossed legs. Just gorgeous. We had dinner. She had a few glasses of fine wine. I had no problem with that. She was 100% consensual in what was about to happen. And if it would help her relax.... Turns out she didn't need any help relaxing.  

Back at my apartment I hugged and kissed her and asked her to slowly disrobe for me. I told her that obviously this scene would be slightly different in that it was intended to be as educational as fun for both of us. I told her I would do as much explaining as possible without breaking the mood. I pulled up a chair, sat and watched. Pat moved with a very sensual grace. The simple act of slipping off a dress could look like something out of a classy strip joint. She was a beautiful lady with almond eyes that sparkled with passion and desire.  

She stood before me naked . I rose up, I was hard, gave her a warm hug, kissed her on the cheek, then the neck and then and only then, the lips. I placed a collar around her neck whispering that this was only for tonight. I attached soft nylon cuffs to her wrists then brought her hands up behind her neck and attached them to a loop there. I asked her to spread her legs wide and decided not to blindfold her. Now she was helpless, totally exposed and available for my enjoyment.  

My cock was rock hard, I wanted to ravage and use every hole she had. I wanted her to see what she had done and undressed. My cock was not only rock hard but the head was turning a bit purple....and a mild but definite throbbing was occurring. Pats eyes fastened on my cock and I began to fspeak to her explaining the dynamics of what had transpired to this point. her eagerness and frustration both were showing. So I cut the talk short picked up the flogger and g=began. Although Pat had never been flogged she told me she had watched plenty of videos on flogging and had once had a dream where she felt as if her skin was screaming for a flogging.  

I began slowly and relatively softly, wanting to prepare the skin for more vigorous play later. I began on her back and slowly and carefully directed the flogger at her legs, thighs, her stomach, breasts, her arms and her ass. I took my time, there was no rush and carefully watched her reactions, her breathing, movements and sighs, the flushing of her skin. Pat was getting warmed up and began to slowly sway in time with the strokes. She later told me it was an incredible sensation with the soft leather exploring her every secret place, caressing her, warming her and the vibrations of the strokes she said she felt deep in her pussy.  

Her skin was reddening and her breathing becoming quicker and ore pronounced. I decided to switch to a small flogger, positioned my self directly in front of her spread legs and began to flog her pussy. Softly at first. She jumped with the first stroke not expecting it there, then quickly settled down and resumed her swaying and moaning. Then her knees began to shake, her legs quivered and she began to lean towards me. Catching her I realized that she had just cum. She admitted it and I informed her that she would ask permission to cum from now on. She smiled, apologized and agreed. I brought a few more smaller orgasms from her with the pussy flogging. She later told me that it was such a surprise to her. That she never expected to be able to cum from her pussy being flogged.  

Well there was no more waiting. I had to be inside this girl. I led her to the bed and left her hands attached to the loop on the back of her neck collar. I gently positioned her on her knees and leaned her forwards onto her elbows. Arching her back I know had fill access to both her holes. As a playful reminder of what I had said to her I then slowly moved forward and began to flick my tongue out at her little rosebud...barely touching it. There was no discernible reaction so I decided to slowly circle that rosebud with my tongue. licking, nipping, teasing and tasting the entire area around her rosebud. I then placed the very tip of my tongue right on her little asshole, grabbed her hips and pulled her ass onto my tongue. I could feel her ass clenching. I wasn't sure if she was trying to keep me put and clamp down on my tongue but began to more vigorously tongue fuck her asshole. I figured at least one of us was going to enjoy this. But my cock wanted in on the action and I positioned it at the entrance to Pat's pussy and very slowly slid it in.  

It was heaven. Pure velvet was the only way I could describe Pat's pussy. It was if I had sunk my cock into living, warm and wet velvet. It was a surreal feeling. One that I had never experienced before. I quickly thought that whoever was letting this one get away was a fool then began to fuck her.

Every 'scene' is directed to the needs of the submissive. This submissive had a strong need and liking for exhibitionism.  

Noted.  

The Dungeon - Atlanta GA - Summer 1999  

* The upcoming kink events here in Columbus reminds me of the time I took a brand new sub to The Dungeon in Atlanta. She was a very attractive 19 year old brunette working with a major airline. We met through another BDSM oriented web site similar to this one. It can be a real challenge to meet somebody online who is honest, sincere and a quality individual and not a borderline nutcase. Running into the many flakes, pretenders, liars and game players that seem to make up so many of those who utilize BDSM chat rooms and web sites can be depressing. On the other hand, it makes finding someone compatible and real that much more appreciated and wonderful.  

But Diane was a diamond in the rough, a wonderful find. She was gorgeous with a very nice figure. She stood about 5:10, slender with muscular legs, dark hair and eyes and very prominent labia that dripped a delicious pussy nectar when she got excited.  

I remember the first time we played in my Buckhead apartment. I'm a firm believer in communication and we had talked quite a bit beforehand, about where she was in her explorations (brand new) where she wanted to go ( a thorough and effective introduction by an experienced, capable and flexible escort and teacher) and then how to get there (gently challenge her to stretch her boundaries).  

Once we began to play I had blindfolded her and took a seat in an armchair as I asked her to begin to undress while she stood before me. Diane was extremely nervous ... and excited at the same time. She was dressed as I'd asked, short skirt, no panties, nicely made up, toenails freshly painted, squeaky clean and shaven front and back.  

As she began to undo the buttons on her blouse I quickly and lightly ran both hands up her legs towards her ass. Her shiver was obvious. I literally saw her knees buckle for a second before she caught herself. She told me later she was so nervous that she almost ran out of the apartment, but she was so incredibly turned on she couldn't move. When she removed her skirt I saw them. Two incredibly beautiful labia, thick and full, easily hanging down close to an inch from her pussy.  

And they seem to have a life of their own ...they were trembling. They were trembling hard. I could hear her breathing quicken as she stood naked before me.  

I asked her to spread her legs and place both hands behind her head. There she stood ...a statuesque beauty....now 'dressed' only in an ankle bracelet. Her nude form was classical in its beauty, firm full and shapely breasts, lovely nipples that were extending and hardening as I watched, and an ass that was just perfect. I was impressed and whispered to her how beautiful she was in her naked servitude. Her labia trembled in appreciation.  

I'm an ass man and so wanted to begin a close, personal relationships with Diane's ass. Very close. I pulled up another chair behind her and took a seat. I asked her to bend forward at the waist, reach behind her and spread her ass cheeks. She did so. I leaned forward and gazed at a most beautiful rosebud.  

Remaining silent, I slowly moved closer until Diane could feel my breath on her ass cheeks. That's when I noticed it. Her pussy lips began to drop a slow but steady drip onto the hardwood floor. Nice. Very nice. Moving even closer, my lips brushed her asshole. Followed by my tongue, flickering, teasing, tasting ...and finally .... probing that most intimate of portals.  

This is how we began our first session.  

It was 2 weeks later that she asked me to take her to Atlanta's famous BDSM playground, The Dungeon.  

There's nothing like walking down the street with a gorgeous, tall brunette in a very short skirt in Buckhead GA to draw lots of attention from passers by. As traffic slowly cruised down Peachtree St, there was no shortage of guys starring wide eyed and open mouthed at this Amazon submissive. She was dressed to kill and the skirt barely covered her ass. It was more like a shirt with a belt.  

Diane worked out regularly and her thighs and calves flexed seductively in the glare of the streetlights and headlights. If you paid attention, and that was very easy, you could see the crack of her ass as her skirt bounced with each step. We were on our way to get a bite to eat at a sidewalk cafe before heading down to the Dungeon.  

Sitting down to a light meal we discussed what she was about to witness. Diane had never been to a bdsm oriented club or play area. I explained that there was no telling the crowd that would be there that night. That she would be perfectly safe with me and that nothing would transpire without her approval. In fact, we didn't have to play at all if she decided that she wasn't up to it. The many scenes going on both in the many levels of dungeon chambers as well as outside in the courtyard were entertainment enough. I went over the usual rules about behavior and protocol. I wanted her to have a great time and I had a suspicion that we would. She was quite excited about the whole thing. And then we were off.  

This evening I was traveling light. A flogger, pocket rocket, a vibrating egg on the end of a long flexible stalk, a small bottle of lube, and some condoms. That was it. As it turned out, that was enough. It was all packed into a small leather bag. As we paid our admission and walked through the entrance I asked about and was told that it was a smallish crowd that night. We started with a tour of the place and Diane was fascinated by the different rooms, the cages, jail cells, gyno tables, massage tables, various crosses and etc. She loved the fact that here was a place where folks could safely indulge their desires, explore their fantasies in a supportive environment.  

It was in the courtyard outside when we picked up our first follower. It was a gay leather boy dressed in the typical uniform of leather shorts and suspenders. He was quite nice and asked us if he could get anything for us, a Coke, anything. He was apparently also very much taken with me. I'm straight but certainly didn't want to be rude or hurtful. Diane thought it was really funny. Well, she actually thought it was 'cute'.  

We picked up our second trailer back inside. We were quietly watching a Dom using candles on a prone submissive tied down to one of the tables when a straight guy indicated he wanted to talk to me. We moved away from the scene and wanted to introduce himself. Very nice guy. Introduced himself as Bob and said he was new 'to all this' and what advice did I have to give him? In so many words he indicated that he would love to hook up with a submissive that was 'only half as gorgeous as yours'. He was obviously very taken with Diane. Couldn't blame him. So we talked a few minutes then resumed our wandering around The Dungeon.  

So here we are in the Dungeon with 2 guys following us. A leather boy hoping somehow to get to know me and Bob who by now was just staring at Diane and apparently hoping I would begin to do a scene with her. He wasn't the only one. In virtually every room if there was a straight male present his head would whip around upon Diane's entrance. Diane squeezed my hand and whispered to me that all the attention was really turning her on.  

I decided to go with it and sat her up on one of the massage tables and told her to put her hands behind her back. I then stood between her legs. Skirt hiked up high, it was now obvious to everybody watching that she was not wearing any panties. I smiled as she closed her eyes and saw her breathing quicken once her pussy was exposed for everybody to see. That was all Bob needed and he shot forward and positioned himself just behind me and a bit to the right so he could see....everything.  

I softly ran my hands over Diane's body. I pulled her halter top down and exposed her beautiful breasts and began to lightly suck on her nipples. She moaned and began to unclasp her hands so as to pull me in tighter but immediately realized her error and returned her hands behind her back. She was moaning now and I could smell her scent as it was clear this beautiful cunt was in heat.  

I slid my hands up and down her legs and now it was clear to everybody that her pussy was moistening. Kinda hard to miss. Diane had this remarkable pussy with huge labia that would actually flare open at the top once she as aroused. A pussy flower, blooming, as gorgeous as it was erotic to watch.  

I glanced over at Bob and beads of sweat were breaking out on his upper lip. He started to blush when I asked him if he would help me. He stammered something and I asked him to grasp one of Diane's legs and hold it as she lay back. I slid a towel under Diane's butt and we were ready.  

On her back, legs held wide open by myself and Bob, her cunt was just dripping. To make sure she was properly aroused I fired up the pocket rocket and applied it to various erogenous zones...but never stayed too long on one. Her nipples, throat, the area just below her ears, her inner thighs, pussy lips, and of course her clit...which was now straining to stretch out and be truly appreciated. Damn thing was so hard it looked like a small penis by now.  

Diane loved to be looked at and by now we had attracted quite a crowd of onlookers. I invited them to step forward and take a close look at this gorgeous, wondrous blossom of a pussy. They did, politely taking turns. I urged them to get closer, closer so that they were actually staring, one at a time, with their faces maybe an inch or so from Diane's pussy. They were inhaling her scent deep into their lungs and were almost salivating in their desire to lick her.  

She was absolutely loving this and her pussy was beginning to resemble a water fountain as a steady steam of her cunt's love juice now trickled out onto the towel.  

I, of course, knew of Diane's exhibitionist streak and had packed away a toy that I felt would come in handy tonight. She knew of the other toys but not this one. Out it came. A stainless steel, high grade speculum.  

When I began to insert it, her hips jumped, both from the cold and from the realization of what I was about to do. I was going to open her up wide for inspection. With a smile on my face I began to open her up...wider, ever wider. And locked it open.  

I then pulled out a small maglight and invited the guys to take another look. I handed them the powerful flashlight and they each used it to peer deep into her. They watched her pussy walls and her womb entrance pulsate as I used the pocket rocket on her clit area.  

Then it happened. Diane came very suddenly and very hard and gushed love juice directly into an observer's face. He wasn't expecting that and was startled. Then realizing what had happened he smiled and licked his fingers and he wiped his face.  

OK. My turn. And one of my favorite toys, the vibrating egg on a stick was next. I love this toy for many reasons. It is great to manipulate the G spot, to explore, probe, violate and satiate those hard to reach, secret pleasure areas...that never quite seem to get enough attention. They were all about to get plenty.  

I felt like a conductor using the toy as a pleasure baton to direct, manipulate and control this gorgeous female submissive. I took my time and gave her quite a workout....I doubt that there was one millimeter of her inner walls that was not teased, tickled vibrated massaged and probed. Diane's legs, now held by 2 volunteers, clenched and jerked, her abs tightened, her toes curled, her chest repeatedly flushed and she came over and over.  

She was cumming and sobbing now, begging me to stop so she could catch her breath and uncramp her legs. But I was on a roll and gave her a few more minutes of this erotic torture before I allowed her some respite. I then pulled her pussy tight to my face, fastened my lips to her cunt and sucked her love juices down like there was no tomorrow. I was feeding upon her. And loved it. We got quite a round of appreciative applause  

My face and neck area were soaked. Diane was equally wet, exhausted, breathing like she had run a hard series of wind sprints, not sure yet whether to laugh, cry or cum again.  

I pulled her close to me, held her tight and kissed her deeply. She licked her love juices off my face.

The Initiation  

A warm summer day in Hanau, West Germany, 1985.  

I was told I had a phone call and when I went to the CQ desk it was my German girlfriend, Amy. She asked me if I wanted to go to a private party that night. It was in Wurzburg and it was a special party. It was to be an initiation for a new female member of a BDSM group.  

I had developed an interest in Ds in my senior year in high school. In a reaction to the absurd rules and regulations in place in school at the time I began voraciously reading erotica of all sorts. It was mostly Grove Press stuff, Lady Chatterly's Lover, lots of Henry Miller. Then I stumbled upon the Story of O. That was all she wrote. I found the story of the training and use of the lovely O so incredibly exciting I knew this was where my future lie.  

Now this being the 'Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice' period of sexual liberation in western Massachusetts, it wasn't that hard to find some willing playmates equally interested in exploring the synergies possible in BDSM. But it was essentially light play. Somewhat clumsy explorations on the fringes of Ds land, and little more.  

But this should be interesting. Germany was a land of contrasts. Long, dark dresses on the ladies in the Bavarian winter but full frontal nudity on television. Strict standards of behavior and conduct but the married ladies took off their wedding rings and almost anything went during Fasching, the pre-Lenten German carnival.  

And I knew from a quick perusal of the German news stands and bookstores that pretty much anything went as far as name your fetish was concerned. The German Ds scene was wild, open, accessible, real, up close and personal...and at least in the mid 1980's thankfully without the online Ds game-playing endemic to the US scene.  

I knew Amy had a kinky side. One day we were walking along a riverside on a beautiful summer day when she grabbed my hand, dragged me up an almost hidden trail farther into the woods and then dropped to the ground and demanded that I take her there....anally. So here I was taking Amy from behind, pile driving my cock into her tight little asshole, using her hair like the reins of a horse and sounding like a grizzly bear with a deep sub-woofer like growl when I came...hard.  

Yes, this party was going to be interesting. It went without saying that without Amy's presence, there was no way an American, an "Ami' in German slang, would be allowed in. We showed up at this very nice home in an obviously upscale neighborhood 15 minutes after the scheduled start time.The houses were large, wide and flat, on only on or two split levels.  

I noticed right away that the cars parked in the area were not cheap. Top of the line Mercedes and Beemers mostly. As we walked in we found ourselves in a huge foyer, as big as many great rooms I've seen. There were three low marble coffee table like things with pillows on them and many towels strewn about.  

The host came out and in rapid fire German said that everybody had to get nude, totally nude. Purses, wallets and other valuables were locked away and guarded.  

I didn't expect to HAVE to get nude but figured 'when in Rome' and stripped down.  

Next the ladies, and there were some VERY nice ladies there, were asked to lie down on the pillows on the coffee tables. Amy was one of them. Towels were carefully slid under their butts and I knew the fun was about to begin. For each lady two guys gently lifted and spread their legs and these three other guys came out with something in their hands.  

I didn't even know what they were called back then. I've since learned that they were pastry bags. And they were filled with half formed lime green jello. Sliding the nozzle into each lady's pussy, the guys began to squeeze the chilly substance into each pussy. The ladies squealed and wiggled. The pastry bags were removed and the ladies were told to hold onto the jello. 'Easy for you to say' Amy replied.  

Suddenly, very quickly 6 guys ran out. Each had a straw in their mouth. 'Got it' I thought. Yep. They paired off 2 guys to a lady and inserted the straws into the pussies...and began to suck. The reaction was wild. One lady started laughing..and shaking...and cumming......all at the same time. Amy just squealed her pleasure. The third was cumming hard over and over..like a machine gun. What a great way to break the ice, I thought. And we all went inside.  

The guest of honor lay before us. She was gorgeous. Apparently the wife of a current male member of the club. She looked like a young Elke Sommer and had a great body and a beautiful pussy with the kind of pussy lips that lie spread open like the wings of an angel. I could clearly see those pussy lips because she was layed out and strapped down to an OB-Gyn table, with her feet up in stirrups. I immediately nicknamed her 'Angel'.  

Around her a crowd stood, maybe 3-4 guys, 3-4 ladies. And every one of them was either massaging the initiate, feeling her up, pinching nipples, rubbing her clit, sucking on something, or generally enjoying the helplessly bound feast that lie before them. It was fun to watch, especially as Angel was absolutely forbidden to cum. Every time she would get close she would ask permission to cum and it would be denied. The crowd would momentarily stop, then start all over again.  

Angel's heat and frustration were obvious. She strained against the leather straps, her chest was flushed, her breathing was labored. Amy said something in German to the lady next to her and some lubricant was passed to me. I rubbed it generously over my right hand and starred at those pussy lips. I was going in. I was going to try to fist Angel. Obviously a physical and cultural exchange of critical importance.  

'Say Ahh' I said, and inserted 2 fingers into her. She was tight but soaking wet and I began to work more fingers in as Angel began to arch her back off the table. But at that point, just as I was really beginning to enjoy the party, the host appeared and we all had to stop. He was dressed in a Dr Feelgood getup. Nude but for a medical mask, a speculum, and an enema kit.  

Announcing his intentions, he proceeded to inset the enema nozzle in Angel's lovely ass, released the clamp holding the fluid and slowly controlled its filling of Angel's bowels. We watched as Angel's stomach actually started to expand. She was taking a very heavy load. Bag empty, Dr Feelgood inserted a sturdy butt plug, and admonished Angel not to spill a drop. Angel was in a bad way, groaning under the pressure in her innards.  

He then inserted the speculum into Angel's cunt, slowly spread her wide open and peered into her with the aid of a penlight flashlight. The flashlight was passed around and we were all invited to take an up close and personal look at Angel's most private parts. It was fun. Informative even.  

Then it was time. the crowd was allowed to have at it with Angel again, but only from the waist up. The rest, for now, belonged to DR Feelgood. She was told to be sure NOT to cum without permission. He pulled out what looked like an over sized pocket rocket, maybe 5 inches long, and went to work.  

The effect was magical! It was my first lesson in how the pressure from the contents of an enema bag can greatly increase the sensitivity of the clit. And that was an understatement.  

As Feelgood ran the vibe over Angel's legs, feet and breasts, she was obviously loving it. But anytime he came close to her groin, around her stomach for example, Angel would tense up, she would start ..well..levitating off the table....only thing holding her down were the straps. Her clit was so sensitized she could feel the vibe when it was a foot away from her pussy. 'Note to self', I thought, 'don't ever forget this!'.  

This went on for a long while, each time Feelgood forbade Angel from cumming. Then he announced, 'Its time' and grabbed ahold of the string fastened to Angel's butt plug and began to move the vibe in circles closer and closer to Angel's groin.  

Angel became even more rigid..she was truly lifting off the table......her stomach muscles were rippling and she was speaking in tongues...... This was going to be impressive!  

Feelgood slowed his movements and the vibe slowly circled the clit. Angel was begging, pleading for permission to cum....she needed the release more than she needed air at that point and her chest heaved with desire. She was being driven crazy with lust.  

Then it happened. Feelgood placed the vibe DIRECTLY on Angel's clit. Angel let out a banshee scream and Feelgood yanked the buttplug out of her ass.  

Angel's scream reached a crescendo. She arched her back and exploded.  

Yes! I was impressed.  

The initiation had begun.  

So the initiation party had gotten off to a rousing start and it promised to be a wild and crazy night. I made my way around the very nice home and tried my survivor phrase German out on the locals. What I found amusing was that not only did the local Germans appreciate somebody trying to speak their language but they took the opportunity to answer back in English, a language that many studied in school. So it worked out nicely both ways. But safe to say that much of the communication that night was non verbal.  

The action shifted to a large great room which looked out onto a veranda and pool. Around the great room were a victorian cross, a 'lover's chair', a few benches and tables, 2 cages, the usual couches and armchairs. Music was blasting through a great sound system and the sounds of the 80's, The Police, Crowded House and more provided the backdrop for the wild goings on.  

Some were dancing, others with all hands exploring, probing and caressing were essentially having sex standing up. One man had his female sub laid out on a round table. He had pulled up a table, placed the lady's feet up on his shoulders, and was leisurely eating her pussy and tongue fucking her asshole. Back and forth, for a very long time. The sub did not seem to be in the mood to ask him to stop anytime this century.  

Over on the couch, Dr Feelgood, who apparently WAS a real MD, was giving lessons and demonstrations on manipulating the famed Grafenburg spot. There was no shortage of volunteer gushers and the ladies were wriggling and squealing with delight as the Doctor did his best via the palpitation of the correct pressure points to get them to gush. Some dribbled a few drops amidst intense orgasms. Others gushed several feet with the experience leaving them breathless and shaking.  

One male submissive was tied to the cross and his Domme was working him over with a violet wand. His head was tilted back and he his back arched as the electricity dancing across his genitals provided what I am sure were some interesting sensations.  

The lady to be initiated was in the lover's chair. This was a chair made out of red tubular steel with stirrups similar to a gyno table and a bench strategically placed between the stirrups. It allowed the assumption of various positions and facilitated easy access to a variety of holes and pleasure centers. Angel had been strapped to the chair, her legs spread wide and both holes were easily accessible.  

Somebody had attached tens unit patches to her nipples, the inside of her inner thighs high up by her pussy and one placed just above her clit. Apparently a mild, rhythmic current was flowing as Angel's hips were gently but regularly moving to the feel of that electric drumbeat.  

Other folks had been fastening a very long line of clothespins to her in the longest such chain I had ever seen. The pins were connected by a long string. It reminded me of the world record attempts at toppling dominoes. The string ran up one side of her body, around her breasts, down the the other side and then back to each nipple. Where they were fastened right over the patches for the tens unit.  

Others were working her over with a variety of dildoes and vibrators.  

She was not allowed to cum under the threat of a severe single tail lashing. One lady was sliding a vibrating egg on the end of a long stalk into Angel's pussy and was leisurely stirring it around and moving it in and out while she alternately sucked on Angel's clit. When Angel would beg permission to cum, everyone would freeze and allow Angel to descend a bit before resuming the erotic torture.  

In front of Angel was her husband with two eager subbies playing with him. One was on her knees in front of him feeding upon his cock while the other was on her knees behind him spreading his ass cheeks and tongue fucking his asshole.  

Watching all this from her vantage point in the chair, Angel was in a bad way. She was sweating profusely and started to scream for somebody, anybody to fuck her and provide her with some release. "Anybody" , she kept saying over and over in German, "Fuck me, please!!!""" It was an incredibly hot scene to witness.  

Her prayers were answered in the form of....Ernst. Ernst's nickname roughly translated to 'Horse Cock' and he certainly lived up to his nick. Roughly 12 inches and as big around as my wrist, Ernst was prepared for action. He moved forward and straddled the seat at the base of the lover's chair. Angel's legs framed him as he studied her prone figure. She was gasping now, her chest was flushed and she was glancing nervously at Ernst's huge cock, not sure if this was an experience to be anticipated or feared.  

Two subbies grabbed ahold of Ernst's cock and positioned it at the entrance to Angel's cunt. Everyone stopped to watch this dramatic and even historic occasion. I expected to hear a drum roll. Instead, the sounds of 'Relax' by Frankie Goes to Hollywood thundered through the room. If you've ever seen the video for this song...well this was the perfect soundtrack!  

Ernst inched forward just a tad and Angel gasped as the monster cock slid just inside her outer lips. A bit more movement forward now and Angel was beginning to feel her pussy ever so slowly being stretched....to the max. Ernst's breathing increased and he began to slide deeper into Angel's cunt. It was an awesome site...Angel's pussy stretched wide almost seemed to have a life of its own and was grabbing onto the horse cock. Angel looked like she was going to pass out and begged permission to cum. "No, not yet" replied one male Dom and he upped the current on the tens unit as a reminder that she was not to cum unless given permission.  

Angel was frantic now...her every muscle seemed to be straining against the straps...her toes were curled..her chest became even redder. Ernst was slowly fucking her ...driving deeper and deeper with each stroke. Angel's husband watched with an obvious delight. He loved to see his wife used like this and wondered if even his fisting her those few times could have matched this sensation.  

Ernst began to pile drive now. Grunting loudly, he was seriously driving hard into her, using her legs as leverage. Angel's mouth opened once again and an animal like sound came out that could have been her asking once again for permission to cum. But at that point it barely sounded human.  

Then I heard it' 'Yah' said the DungeonMaster and Angel's mouth opened, her body tensed and she began to let out this scream. With that, Ernst could no longer hold on and he literally exploded into her with such force that cum was being forced back out of her cunt around Ernst's cock. At that exact moment the DungeonMaster pulled the cord on the long line of clothespins and they ripped off her body in series.  

That moment is suspended in time for me...the imagery...the sounds....the animal sex smell.....Angel's being totally helpless, filled, used and enjoyed ....Ernst pile-driving into her sweating, heaving form....the total debauchery that was going on all around me....that final explosion of orgasmic fury.....incredible.  

I knew I had arrived...in Dsland.

First Fist  

Kentucky, 1995  

She was a bluegrass girl, from the great state of Kentucky. Relatively new to BDSM, she had been 'collared' by a guy who referred to himself as a 'Master'. However after hearing a few stories from her about how he treated his submissive over the years it quickly became apparent that this supposed Dom was no Master. Simply another jerk on a power trip who went down to Lowes to buy himself a crop and bestowed upon himself a title that was anything but earned.  

While I understand that the sadist/masochist relationship can be quite valid among consensual adults in the lifestyle, this guy was more Asshole than Master. I won't go into the particulars of how he treated this young lady. Suffice it to say that Marsha was desperately in need of someone who 'got it' to help her address and satisfy her strong needs.  

Marsha was about 5 feet tall, maybe 130 pounds with full breasts and hips that had been widened a bit by natural childbirth. What she lacked in real world experience she more than made up for in sincerity, honesty and desire. Marsha wanted to totally relinquish control to somebody she could feel for and trust. She had a strong need to really let go and be taken, used and enjoyed to the max.  

And she liked it rough. That element of physicality allowed her to feel that she had given total control to the Dominant and that she would simply relax, do what she was told, when she was told, how she was told and go with the flow.  

In our talks leading up to our first play, I felt strongly that I could provide what was needed to the exact extent it was needed. It was important, however, that Marsha really trust me. And to that end our first play was relatively mild, even generic in nature. But I made sure that the impression was given between and along with her many many orgasms that she could really let loose with me. That she would be cared for, cherished, guided and motivated to go to where she wanted to go, safely yet intensely.  

Marsha had mentioned to me that she would like to try fisting with someone who, in her words, 'understood and didn't want to just hurt me'. Noted.  

For our second play I rented a cabin for the weekend in the deep woods. There was plenty of privacy and that offered the opportunity for outdoor play. It was a warm sunny summer day with temps in the low 80's with low humidity and a nice soft breeze. I wanted our play today to reflect the fact that I could satisfy her deepest needs. With that in mind, we began that afternoon with what some would consider 'vanilla' sex. The cabin had a nice front porch with one of those wide swings where one could sit and rock away the day basking in the warm sunshine.  

We both walked out on the porch naked and I took a seat on the swing. The swing seat was initially almost hot to the touch. I sat down, bounced up and sat back down and had Marsha kneel before me on a small pillow and give me head. She was an excellent cock sucker and approached that task with enthusiasm. My cock was soon rock hard, the head straining to grow ever larger and it began to throb. She gently took my balls in her hands and began to pull gently while she sucked ever harder. She then began to force my cock harder and harder into her mouth so that she began to gag a bit. She loved gagging on my cock.  

It was a lovely sensation. The back of Marsha's throat grasping at my cock head, her tongue licking at the large cum carrying tube on the underside of my cock. Marsha had let me know she could deep throat soon into our first play when she had suddenly slid my cock into her throat and then out. I told her to do that again and it was all she wrote. I grabbed her head hard, blasted my cum right down her throat all the while telling her to 'Take it!!! Take it!!'.  

This time, however, I had decided to cum into a different hole and had her stop and turn around. I then had her take a seat in my lap facing away from me and to guide my straining cock into her dripping pussy. It was wonderful. There we were sitting on this large, wide swing on the porch, my cock firmly and deeply embedded in her warm cunt. I grasped her tits and she leaned back into my arms as I nuzzled her neck and kissed her cheeks. The sun was wonderfully warm on our naked bodies and the very soft breeze whisked away any trace of perspiration.  

We sat there. Still. Enjoying ... no . .. loving the moment. All you could hear were the whispers of the pine trees as they gently swayed in the breeze and the chirping of the birds. I was gently pinching and pulling her nipples when I began to flex my cockhead in her pussy. Marsha moaned as my cock throbbed in her grasping cunt and I felt her juices begin to flow over my balls and onto my thighs. I then began to rock the swing and told Marsha to spread her legs so I could easily manipulate her clit.  

This was one of those magical moments that you know while you are experiencing it you will never forget. It was almost hypnotic. Time stops, or at least becomes irrelevant. Growing up in New England I was very familiar with the works of the Transcendentalists and knew exactly the super metaphysical state of mind that could be attained contemplating the wonders of nature while deep in the woods. Thoreau, Emerson, Dickinson and Wiliam Cullen Bryant had all described it. I had attained these altered states at times while, for example, running 'par courses', nature trails in the Bavarian woods. When it was right, when it worked, you literally 'became' the wolf', feeling strong, resilient like you could run hard forever ... .in the zone.  

We were there now...in the zone...two intertwined sexual animals...both deeply involved to the point of tantric detachment. Our loins, my cock and balls and her cunt essentially had minds of their own now. Throbbing, grasping, squeezing.......I then spread Marsha's cunt lips and asked her to piss for me as we rocked. It took a few seconds but then there we were....naked in the sunlight.....two creatures embedded as one.....rocking...my cock throbbing and growing ever harder within her...and she let go.  

A long arc of her piss shot out towards the porch railing and she pushed her hips back hard against me moaning ...then grunted as she began to cum. I felt her cunt squeezing me ...it was like a strong little hand..and I came so hard my balls hurt as they spasmed my load into her. I shot load after load. A pipeline of hot cum that filled her sweet pussy and slowly dripped back down around my cock. Incredible! I knew that this had been one for the books.  

I also knew that it was time to take Marsha and provide her with her first fisting. I walked back into the cabin to collect a few things, then came back and, grabbed Marsha by the hair and led her down the porch stairs and onto the lush lawn behind the cabin.  

Marsha had strong needs. She loved it rough, sought out pain and loved the wild eroticism of unbridled humiliation training. She told me stories of how, as a young girl, she would intentionally hit a boy so he would hit her back and she could revel in the sensation and bruises. She had also let me know that she loved the flogging to be intense. She had actually asked me to use something on her that I only rarely used for those special occasions where the submissive needed something more than the standard crop or flogger. It was an old military hemp rappelling rope. Heavy and sharp, I would double it over and it would land with a dull thud.  

She loved it.  

I had once taken her from behind. My favorite position - doggy style. Driving hard and deep into her. Decades of weight training does convey a certain amount of strength and I would use that strength to grab her hips and impale her hard on my cock. One hand grabbing her hair and using her hair as one would the reins of a horse, the other flogging my little race horse as I rode her hard. It was then that I heard the sexiest words I ever heard from a submissive. Between her yelps and screams of pleasure/pain she looked over her shoulder at me and said to me 'Hurt me Sir!'. That was it. I came so hard it hurt.  

I led her out to a small path of mature hardwoods at the edge of the cabin's lawn. I then had her assume a subservient position, kneeling, head and shoulders down to the grass, her ass raised, legs spread. I began tying parachute cord, immensely strong coated nylon line, to the trees.  

Marsha looked fantastic. Naked but for an ankle bracelet, her body began to assume a slight sheen of sweat as the afternoon temps began to rise. Standing her up I fastened fur lined, heavy leather ankle and wrist restraints to her. Tying the parachute cord to her limbs, she was now spread eagled between two large oaks.  

I fastened a blindfold to her, picked up a flogger and stood to admire the scene.  

I thought about going inside to get a portable stereo. The last time I had flogged her it was in my home gym. I used my squat rack to secure her then flogged her to AC/DC's 'For Those About to Rock'.  

In this case I decided that the silence of her apprehension, wrapped by the sounds of the forest, would be our soundtrack. I slowly walked around her, letting my senses take in the delicious sight. I was in no rush, although I suspected that the sound of the nearby babbling brook would soon have Marsha begging to piss. The sound of running water had that affect on her more than most.  

Then I began, slowly at first. Softer, light strokes to serve as her warm up. Bringing the blood to the service slowly to better prepare her for the more vigorous strokes to come. The only parts of her body not to feel the flogger were her head and lower back. Everything else was fair game.  

I continued to work her over, The soft leather of the flogger exploring her, caressing her, warming her. Her ass, legs, thighs, stomach, breasts, upper back and arms. Gradually I increased the tempo and force of the strokes as I watched her carefully and closely for her reactions. She was breathing heavier now, her chest beginning to flush, her toes curling slightly.  

Now to her pussy. I grabbed a smaller flogger and began to flog her pussy in an upward motion. Immediately her breath caught in her throat and I saw her body tense. Marsha had received a very pleasant surprise the very first time I had flogged her pussy. She requested permission to cum and speak and told me as she came repeatedly that she never suspected a pussy flogging would have that effect on her. 'Its all in the delivery' was my reply. Had to smile.  

I moved forward, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as the pussy whipping continued. She requested permission to cum. 'Denied' was my reply and I continued to flog her cunt. Her back arched as I pulled her head back harder. Her chest was now beet red and I knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. 'Sir, may I cum?' she panted. 'Yes!', and she let out an incredibly sexy scream tinged with the liquid sounds of her extremely powerful orgasm.  

I let her rest a bit and checked her restraints to ensure that her circulation was not being impeded. More 'Doms' should be aware of the incredible damage in a short period of time cutting the circulation can do. She was fine and I grabbed a towel, removed her blindfold and began to work the lubricant over my hands.  

I have been told I have beautiful hands. They are not exceedingly large and I love to use them to help a lady reach the heights of intense ecstasy that can be attained with a good fisting. Some woman can, some woman can't. It helps if the woman has given natural childbirth but that certainly isn't a requirement. If a woman can't be fisted I don't force the issue. The point of the exercise is not to cause permanent damage or harm. But to take a submissive to another level of sensation they might not have known existed.  

And so I began. One hand beginning to work, sliding into her wonderfully sweet and wet cunt. My thumbed flicked over and worked her clit as my other fingers separated her pussy lips, probed, urged, explored. At that point I wanted to move into Marsha's cunt and live there. Put up some black light posters, lick the walls , and dive in deeper, deeper.  

I had three fingers in now and poured more lube on my hand as I began to use four. Her pussy was now truly being filled. I kept a gentle but constant pressure encouraging her to relax and take my hand in. The fact that she had already had one orgasm was a help. Within a minute I was working my entire hand in....feeling the pressure as my knuckles entered her pussy portal.  

The squeezing......her hips were shaking, almost twitching. Then I was in. All of my hand firmly embedded in Marsha's cunt. I reached up with my other hand, grabbed a breast hard and told her to look down. She gasped at the sight of my hand completely inside her pussy.  

She was mine. Every inch of her. I had her, mind, body, heart and soul as she was completely at my mercy. The slightest little squeeze of my hand, as small as one quarter inch squeeze, and her pussy would immediately convulse, spasm and grab my hand. Her legs would cramp, her stomach muscles would contract so that her entire midsection would be rock hard. She would be cumming so hard she couldn't breath. In a matter of seconds she would be begging me to stop so she could uncramp her legs and catch her breath. It was unreal, on another plane of pleasure/pain/sensation.  

And so I began. A slight squeeze and the familiar feeling of her cunt grasping my hand...squeezing it...not wanting to ever let it go. Gasping sounds...not words...sounds, came from her mouth...her legs strained against the parachute cord. I watcher her abs ripple, actually ripple as the powerful orgasmic convulsions steamrolled over her. I relaxed my hand a few seconds but remained inside her. Then again, and again, and again.  

It was truly a delight...the total power exchange, one creature leading, teaching, helping, the other willfully following however involuntarily were the spasms of ecstasy.  

Her pussy was gushing now, flowing juices coating my wrist and arm. With my free hand I spanked her ass, teased and probed her asshole, pinched and pulled her nipples. All side dishes to the main course of her cunt being totally used, filled, ravaged, explored and enjoyed. Marsha was almost crying now, then almost laughing, the pleasure so intense as to almost be beyond interpretation or comprehension.  

The sounds emanating from her mouth were not human.....they were animal-like, passionate, liquid, speaking the language of total overwhelming pleasure. She was now completely on another plane, drifting, floating, being tossed about and held aloft by strong winds and waves of unbelievable sensation..a heightened, totally aware version of subspace. No longer in control of her bodily reactions I knew what was coming. And it did.  

Marsha suddenly let loose with a flood of pee which sailed over my right shoulder. Totally out of control now.....pissing, cumming, laughing, crying, her entire being spasming out of control. An altered state, reduced to her elementals, a living, breathing orgasmic fountain.  

Enough for now. I slowly removed my hand. Her pussy very reluctantly letting me go. I stood and hugged her spread-eagled body close to mine as I kissed away her tears. She smiled weakly and whispered 'You've spoiled me for any other Dom.' 'There are worse things' I replied hugging her close.  

How I spent my summer vacation -

Sweet Virginia  

"Sir, I would like you to bring me to the point of tears". That's what Virginia told me as we lingered over some fine wine after a very nice dinner out in the suburbs of Atlanta.  

I looked at her across the table, wanting to know more about her desires. "Why?" I asked. She replied that she wanted and needed the release. I understood.  

This was not a typical case of a submissive wanting to stretch her boundaries. Because of Virginia's background, this was a situation I wanted to fully understand so as to approach it as effectively as possible.  

You see Virginia had been subjected to a long period when she was under the control of a sadist. However the more I learned of her experiences with this guy the more I felt that he had gone way over the line. He was a hypnotist and hypnotized Virginia to be totally subservient.  

Without getting into a scientific discussion about whether somebody under hypnosis would do something against their own best interests I questioned the man's dominance in resorting to hypnotism. He would then do his best to totally humiliate Virginia. He once gave her an auto-hypnotic signal which caused her to orgasm loudly in the middle of a dinner at her parents. And he beat her, severely.  

So severely that Virginia actually began to develop a split personality that, I felt, she would run to and hide in while being subjected to the extreme beatings he administered.  

Virginia was very honest with me about this facet of her psyche and was amazed that it did not scare me off. She never volunteered that the second personality which was totally subservient and inwardly directed, was a construct for protection from the sadist. That was my estimation.  

Virginia was...well I suppose a good word to describe her would be 'robust'. About 5:5, maybe 145, long black hair, pretty face, full breasts, dynamite legs and she had the sexiest feet I had ever seen. She was solidly built but not fat. Our very first play was rather generic, She had expressed her limits and requested no markings which could be later visible in a professional setting. Not a problem.  

She loved the flogger and I spent a considerable amount of time using a variety of floggers on her naked and spread-eagled form. I always like to begin slowly, warming the skin, bringing the blood to the surface as I prepare the submissive for further explorations. I guided the flogger to explore, caress and warm virtually every inch of her body.The rhythm of the strokes was initially kept at a steady pace and I watched her sigh as she began to float farther and farther out on clouds of pleasurable sensation.  

The evening was an absolute delight with several hard orgasms for the both of us. Highlights included taking her hard from behind doggy style while I held her hair like the reins of a horse, and exploding into her greedily sucking mouth in a 69 while I buried my tongue deep in her ass.  

It was the following week at dinner when she told me what she wanted. I was a bit hesitant. I did not want to become the proxy for the sadist. I am not a sadist but do take pride on providing what is needed to the exact extent it is needed and I needed to be sure. I wanted to be sure that this was something SHE wanted and needed and that it was not a toxic residue from her experiences with the hypnotist. So we talked about her request quite a bit.  

It became clear that this was edge play that she really wanted and needed. Our first play had been her way of ensuring herself that she had not just played with sadist II and she was satisfied that I cared for her and would protect her.....even if need be...from herself. That element of a Dom's duties is one I consider quite important.  

One example would be in the midst of the passionate excitement of play a sub might start goading and urging a Dom to take her to a place that she wanted to go but was either not quite ready for or would be placed in an unsafe situation if it were to occur. That is when the Dom should gently guide the submissive back from the edge and bring her back down slowly and carefully.  

After extensive discussion I let Virginia know that I would take her where she wanted to go, safely, yet as intensely as she liked, I assured her that she would be safe and protected at all times. I also told her that because of what I had just told her, that she would not have to slide into her alternate personality.  

Virginia gave me a curious look. It was a look of wonder. Then a radiant smile slowly spread across her face and a tear of joy ran down her cheek.  

I walked her out to her car, hugged her tight, grabbed her hair and kissed her deeply. Her requested journey would take place the following weekend.  

(TO BE CONTINUED)

Sweet Virginia - Part Two  

We were to meet in my condo. The condo was an end unit and it overlooked a freeway off-ramp and the freeway itself. The droning from the highway was muted by the thick glass windows and might even serve as some ambient noise to cover the sounds that would result from our play.  

It was a very hot summer day in Atlanta and Virginia arrived at the appointed time. I saw right away that she was shivering, most-likely from a combination of a delightful fear and anticipation. Her breathing was deep and ragged. I immediately had her step out of her brief sun dress, turn and face the wall. I had her spread her legs, clasp her hands behind her neck and lean forward placing her elbows on the wall.  

She was my prisoner and I began to search and explore her. It happened quickly. I had barely begun to run my hands over her body, exploring, caressing and probing her intimate places when I slid a few fingers into her cunt. Immediately her knees started shaking and she came hard. Her juices gushed into and onto my hand and ran down her inner thighs.  

I knew Virginia had a touch of the exhibitionist in her so I grabbed her hair and guided her to the large windows overlooking the off-ramp and highway. We were on the driver's side of the off-ramp and as I pushed Virginia up against the window I saw a number of heads in the drive time stalled traffic jerk upwards in surprise at the image before them.  

So there she was, still moaning from her pervious orgasm, her skin moist, her breathing ragged, chest flushed....her breasts pushed up against the window. I told Virginia to keep her eyes open and to watch her audience as I slid a small vibe into her pussy and began to talk to her as I caressed her. I told her what a delicious little slut she was and how I was going to provide what she needed to the exact extent that she needed it. She shivered and moaned in delight and tried to press her ass back against me.  

My response was to slide a finger into her ass and I slowly began to fingerfuck her ass as I reached around with my other hand and squeezed one breast very tightly. Her body immediately shook and convulsed as another orgasm pulsed though her. The sound that escaped from her throat was a wild animal sound, like a wildcat in serious heat.  

I pulled her back from the window and pulled the drapes closed. For what was about to ensue, some people might not understand and I did not need Atlanta's finest pounding on my door in the middle of a scene.  

I fastened nylon handcuffs to her wrists which were still behind her neck and attached a collar to those handcuffs which was placed around her neck. I attached a leash to that collar. I had removed the vibe from her pussy and now inserted a medium size butt plug, properly lubricated, into her ass.  

In talks leading up to this moment I had assured Virginia that I could give her what she needed, the pleasure and release to be found in her tears. While the journey would be a wild one, she would be safe, protected at all times, even from herself. I kissed her, caressed her face and cheeks and began.  

Besides a taste for pain and sensation, Virginia also had a taste for humiliation training in all its delightful forms. There are many who do not fully appreciate or understand humiliation training. Done properly it allows the submissive to act in such a way that they secretly desire but might not want to admit.  

I wanted to take my time and thoroughly prepare and warm the skin for the more enthusiastic floggings to follow. I used a smallish soft leather flogger and began to work over most of her body with the exception of her face and spinal area. Her back (lats), her ass, inner thighs, outer thighs, feet stomach, arms, breasts, frontal thighs, all felt the soft caress, The soft leather warming her, exploring her, preparing her.  

I told her to keep her legs spread and concentrated for a time on her pussy. I knew she loved that and I watched her shake as several smaller orgasms coursed through her. Her pussy was now soaked, dripping its luv juices onto my carpet.  

I placed a blindfold on her, grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees. I stripped naked and told her that she had a task. Without using her hands and staying on her hands and knees, she was to find my cock with her mouth and suck me. I then began a vigorous flogging. Her body, which to this point was a moist and warm pink, was now turning redder. The blows fell into a regular pattern, her back, sides, legs as and pussy all received equal attention.  

She was moaning, shaking, cunt dripping like a waterfall. She desperately tried to find my cock as I told her what a hot cumslut she was, how I was going to take, use and enjoy every hole she had in any way I wanted. . She was really having a problem. It wasn't that I was making it difficult by moving around. It was because she was cuming so much and so hard she could not keep her mouth open. It was a very erotic scene to watch and I grabbed her head and slid my now rock hard cock into her mouth.  

it was time for some forced french. I kept a steady pressure against the back of her throat and slowly it t relaxed and let me in. It was an exquisite feeling. Virginia's nose was now pressed up against my stomach, my cock embedded in her deep throat. I slowly began to fuck her throat and as I did phlegm began to coat my cock and drip out of the sides of her mouth and onto the floor. Virginia flicked her tongue out to lick my balls and that was all she wrote. I came very hard, my cock convulsing and throbbing as I shot my cum straight down her throat. She did not even have to swallow.  

I grabbed a towel, wiped her face off and decided to tie her on her knees on the floor, her upper body laying across the bed. It was time for the Grand finale.  

(To be continued)

The Boarding School - Part One  

Ever wonder if you are in the wrong line of work ? :) -  

The Boarding School -  

It wasn't the most obvious place to begin a friendship in the lifestyle that would endure for years. In the mid 1980's I was in the US Army Cavalry participating in one of a series of huge military exercises known as Reforger. All of the NATO armies returned to Germany for war games that were designed to simulate a Warsaw Pact invasion of Western Europe. It was halfway through the 2 week exercise when my unit linked up with a special British Army unit. The unit was similar to our Special Operations units and was actually the model and inspiration for our formation of Delta Force known as the SAS, (Special Air Service. )  

We were all bedraggled from very little sleep the previous week, dust encrusted and willing to trade anything for a hot shower. I walked up to a Brit solider as he shrugged off his rucksack and asked him if he was having fun yet. I'll never forget his response. "I haven't had this much fun since pigs ate my brother". His name was Eddy and sharing a taste for irreverent humor, a long lasting friendship was born. Eddie and I hit off just perfectly.  

I invited Eddie to look me up the next time he was in Germany for a weekend of partying and carousing in Frankfurt. So a few months later I was picking him up at the Frankfurt airport. As we walked back out to my car he noticed the huge building that sat adjacent to the airport. Eddie asked what it was and I told him. It was a sex shop. The size of it dwarfed the hugest WalMart Super-centers you see in the states. That led to a discussion on how open the climate was in Germany compared to the States and the UK. Noticing the miniature handcuffs I had hanging from my rear view mirror Eddie asked if that stood for what he thought it did. I replied that I did have an interest in and was active in the DS scene. As it turned out Eddie also had an interest in Ds.  

Eddie was what we would call a medic or corpsman and had just left the British Army and he was particularly excited about his new gig. It turns out that he had taken on a staff position as a medic with a very prestigious private school for young ladies from the upper crust of UK society. It was a boarding school known for its high academic standards, strict codes of behavior and ..... something else. It was known that the school practiced corporal punishment on a regular basis. Eddie claimed that the parents knew of this practice and condoned it as an effective manner of keeping the girls on the straight and narrow. Not being familiar with the British school system I asked Eddie about the ages of the females attending the school and apparently they ranged from about the late teens to 21.  

Eddie invited me to come visit him at this school the next time I was in the UK. I had actually visited the UK the previous year. Having a love of history, I made it a point to tour the country, spending time in London, seat of the English speaking world, York with its numerous cathedrals and museums including an especially fascinating underground Viking museum and dig, and Newcastle-upon-Tyne. I had been meaning to get back to see places like Cambridge with its beautiful architecture. So we set up a plan for me to visit Eddie at the school which we can call Farnsworth, (not its real name).  

So months later I find myself out on the town in Farnsworth drinking the night away with Eddie and his former comrades in arms in the SAS. Here I am drinking rum and cokes and the SAS guys and Eddie are slamming down water tumblers full of scotch or bourbon on the rocks. I gave up trying to keep up. The unit was a veteran of the Falkland Islands campaign and they had some really funny tales to tell about that war. At one point one of the SAS guys had passed out and lay spread eagled on the floor. That's when I noticed that the rest of the pub's patrons, especially the civilians, gave the prone, unconscious figure a wide berth. I was suitably impressed.  

Next morning I am in Eddie's office at the school. It was an impressive place. The grounds were massive, beautifully manicured, everything green and or flowers. The inside tended towards heavy dark wood, mahogany and oak, leather and stone. A punishment session was scheduled for later that afternoon and Eddie schooled me as to what to expect. The young ladies were to receive corporal punishment for various infractions that ranged from minor to major. All punishments were dealt out by the Headmaster. He was a stodgy old coot who bore a striking resemblance to either Mr Bluster, the puppet on the old Howdy Doody show, or to the current Prime Mister of Australia, your choice. As the resident medic, Eddie was required to be onsite to deal with any medical issues that might arise and to keep things safe, as apparently the more serious punishments could be relatively intense. Eddie said that in order to increase the humiliation being experienced by those being punished, it was common to have the more serious violators strip naked and watch the others being dealt with. Eddie had received permission for me to witness the proceedings explaining that I was an American Army medic. He advised me to speak only when spoken to. No problem. This was going to be interesting.  

While touring the grounds with Eddie that day I had taken in the scenery in more ways than one. The young ladies in attendance were obviously upper class. They tended to have gorgeous, pale complexions, were in very good physical condition, the result of a strenuous physical fitness program at the school and tended to be soft spoken with downcast eyes that snuck peeks at Eddie and his visitor friend.  

The room was all mahogany and oak, dark leather, walls full of hard cover books topped off with the faint sweet smell of a Dutch cavendish pipe tobacco. Eddie and I were standing behind and to the left of the Headmaster with a clear view of the young ladies lined up to our left. Mr Bluster, urr...the Headmaster, sat there looking bored and irritable as his assistant read off the charges and the punishment to the group of 5 young ladies. One was over 5 minutes late for a class, another had a room apparently not tidy enough, one was suspected of cheating on a test and the other two were guilty of 'immoral conduct unbecoming a Farnsworth student'. I gathered that they had been caught in bed with each other in the classic 69 position. Couldn't say I blamed either one. They were both stunners.  

The 3 most serious offenders were then ordered to strip naked and watch. So, Eddy wasn't kidding. As the three most serious offenders disrobed, the Headmaster walked over to a wall and pulled aside a panel to reveal a collection of straps and canes that would rival many Ds dungeons I'd seen. There were about 5 canes that appeared to be rattan and ranged in thicknesses ranging from 1/4 inch to what appeared to be over a half inch. There were about 4 paddles ranging in size from about 10 inches long and 3 inches wide to a huge one over 3 feet long and 6-8 inches wide with circular holes drilled through it. These holes facilitated the air flowing through the huge strap as it whistled through the air towards its target. Being able to maintain speed made for a much more stinging impact.  

On a shelf of the hidden panel were ropes. They seemed to range from what looked like parachute cord to the old fashioned fiber rappelling rope. This was a thick, heavy and sharp hemp rope that I knew from personal experience was particularly effective in doling out pain. 'Interesting', I thought, 'very interesting."  

The first young lady, dressed in the traditional school garb of a madras skirt white blouse and knee socks was called forward. Bluster swiveled in his huge leather chair towards us and ordered the young lady to bend over his knee. As she did so, taking up the position, He raised her skirt but did not pull her white cotton panties down. This was the one late for a class and as a reminder of the need for 'punctuality being a requisite for success in this world' as the Headmaster put it, she was to receive 10 smacks with the small paddle. While the blows were not soft, they weren't really all that hard and while the student gasped and squirmed a bit, it was in general a light punishment. While this was going on I couldn't help but glance over to the 3 naked gorgeous students. One tried to cover her breasts, one tried to cover her pubic area. Both had their heads down, only occasionally sneaking glances at the proceedings. The third girl, however, was a different story. A stunning, green eyed brunette, she stood defiant, head up, legs spread, hands on hips, not at all ashamed and ready, maybe even willing to take her punishment.  

The first young lady had received the 10 blows. She stood, replaced her skirt, and looking flushed but not teary eyed, thanked the Headmaster for his time and departed the room. Now it was time for the second violator of school rules, the one with the untidy room. Her sentence was to receive 15 blows on her naked bottom with a leather strap. She was told to step forward, remove her panties and skirt and lean forward as if she was being frisked by a cop and place her hands on the edge of the Headmaster's desk to steady herself. Eddie and myself repositioned ourselves for a better view. All in the name of health and safety of course. Violator number two, her naked ass jutting out both towards the girls and Eddie and myself, was ready. She was to count out loud the number of blows. The strap was black, looked thick, about 2 inches across and was folded in two. The Headmaster began, taking his time, at least 5 to 10 seconds between blows. He wanted her to think about each one. To think about the pain, what it felt like as it vibrated her entire groin area, the warmth, the caress that stung.  

That's when I noticed it. The third violator, a blonde that was supposedly trying to cover her pussy. Her chest was getting flushed, her breathing was increasing..and there was NO doubt about it...she had one finger caressing her clit. She was enjoying the action, getting off on it. That's when I began to believe that I had gotten into the wrong line of work. The bold brunette, let's call her Veronica, was also getting into the mood. Her hips were swaying...slight...but noticeable and seemed to jerk a bit with each blow to the violator. She noticed my taking in all of this, my scanning her entire naked body, the obvious sexual tension rising in the room and smiled at me. She was loving this. And she was not alone. Eddy gave me a slight nudge. He hadn't mentioned it in his telling me about the school and I understood why. He wanted to see if I also noticed it. It was obvious. Some of the young ladies considered the punishment sessions the highlight of their stay here. Undoubtedly they broke rules on purpose in order to receive what they needed and deserved. Talk about hot!  

The count was four now and violator number two began to sob softly. Her ass-cheeks had taken on a warm glow and were getting quite flushed. The Headmaster then seemed to intentionally mix and match his blows. Subtly changing the tempo and placement of the strap. The next few came down just below the ass and stung the young lady across the upper and even inner thighs as the strap searched and explored. She was definitely feeling this now and began to cry openly. But she maintained the count. The rule was miss one, and it began all over again. After targeting the upper and inner thighs Bluster went back to the ass-cheeks and warmed them up thoroughly. The young lady was finished. Make up running, she got dressed, thanked the headmaster and quickly left.  

Ok, so much for the preliminaries. Now it was time for the main events.  

(To be continued)

The Blue Vase - Europe - 1981 - I called them the Cheese Danish. They were the 'uppercrust' of Danish society, leaders in industry, government, the military. And the BDSM group they had formed was as unique as it was special.  

After attending my first Ds party in Germany (detailed elsewhere in this journal as The Initiation) I quickly became involved, known and accepted in many different groups spread out all over western Europe. The European clubs were very well organized. Membership in one pretty much guaranteed acceptance, at least for the first time, to events, munches and parties held by neighboring organizations.  

The Europeans, not having to contend with a puritanical heritage, are able to express, to a greater degree than we here in America, their sexual desires and fetishes. Groups are self policing and your character and reputation follow you and can make or break you in the lifestyle. At least in the mid eighties, the European scene did not have the phonies, liars, frauds and fruitcakes that so permeate the online scene here.  

This Danish group's name translated to The Blue Vase. I had been invited to visit Copenhagen and become familiar with the group by a Danish soldier I met at a Ds club in Paris. He seemed intrigued by the fact that I had seen combat and was as interested in that as my take on the European BDSM scene.  

I remember the first time I walked into their meeting place. Like much of established Europe, it positively radiated class and taste. Dark expensive woods, leather everywhere, oriental and fur carpets and expensive inlaid tile flooring. The faint sweet smell of Dutch Cavendish tobacco hung in the air. Their dungeon was as back to basics as it was well equipped, with a difference. You would not find even one battery operated toy. It was all wood, leather, fur, hemp rope, crops, canes, floggers, and an incredible assortment of every possible type of paddle.  

I have tried to explain Blue Vase to Americans before, at times without much success. To the point actually where I stopped trying to describe it. Most Americans, especially those who have never been in the scene in Europe, have a difficult time understanding what I try to convey.  

You see, the folks in this group considered their tastes in Ds to be indicative and a throwback to their Viking heritage. It was a Warrior prince and his slave princess mindset. Its usually at this point where the provincials would start with the Viking horn jokes. But here, in this forum, I'll try to persevere and explain a bit more. However there were and are aspects of Blue Vase that I would prefer not to explain. For they are so far out of the world-view of the typical American it would be difficult to fully grasp and accept.  

Suffice it to say that they took their BDSM and their heritage seriously. That explained the aspect of my background that led to the initial invite. I was a combat vet. And as anachronistic as it seems to some, they would not envision a 'Dominant male' not ready, willing and able to defend what was his. Physically, if need be.  

It was eventually considered a given that, if I so desired, I could continue to learn and interact with the group and eventually could be invited to join as an accepted Master.  

So in the following weeks and months I got myself up to Copenhagen so often I was on a first name basis with some of the Danish customs officers. The experiences, training and classes I had there were invaluable. The concentration was on safe but intense 'play'. They referred to it as 'work'. Intricate rope work, fire play, body on body work using no tools at all, always a concentration on safety and simplicity. They valued originality, and the mental aspects of the interplay as well as the physical.  

Flash forward to one year later. I was invited to attempt to pass a test, my own initiation. It was scheduled for the second Saturday in September. I would be there.  

-----  

The day had finally come. After a year of watching, learning, studying, practicing, playing, I was to be 'tested out' to see if my skills had earned me the right to be referred to as a Master. I had learned a lot. No doubt about that. Most of all, what had been reinforced in me, strangely enough, was a lesson I had first learned in Parris Island Marine Corps Recruit Depot years before.  

PI, as anyone e will tell you who went through it, was a life-changing experience. It was physically and emotionally brutal. One never suspected, for example, that they could and would do three hundred squat thrusts at a time as a matter of course. But despite the physicality of the training, the speed marches and long runs under full pack with M-14 rifle at port arms, the biggest lesson learned was this. The mind rules the body. Mind over matter.  

The same held true at Blue Vase. While we were well schooled in the use of whips, floggers, canes, restraints and etc, the biggest lesson learned was that mindset was all. And like elite military units, if you were good everybody knew it. And if you were not, you were gone.  

I knew that the Grand Masters who would be overseeing my 'test' valued originality and effectiveness and disdained needless complexity. But as only accepted Masters were allowed to witness the test, I was not sure exactly what form it would take.  

I resolved to relax and let my instincts take over. Not to force any issue but to let the scene evolve on its own with the synergies of the participants being the guiding compass.  

It was time.  

I was dressed in a long, cream colored, flowing chiffon robe. It was soft and quite nice actually. Led into a back room, the Grand Masters sat in a row of high backed chairs. About 10 feet and centered in front of them were a simple but sturdy wooden chair, about 20 feet of quarter inch hemp rope, and a cane. Thats it.  

I stood in front of the Grand Masters and was told that I would be tested on my ability to perform a scene with a 'slave' that I had never met. The scene was to be both 'original and effective.' I was only to use what was laid out. That's it.  

Then they brought my 'partner' in and my breath caught in my throat. Standing before me was a vision. About 5:4, long flowing blonde hair, slim but firm build, and a d from a painting of a Nordic Viking princess (actually I thought of Elke Sommer). She was 'dressed' in a long flowing diaphanous, semi-transparent robe and a small ankle bracelet. That was it.  

'Begin.', I was told. Saluting the Grand Masters I turned and whispered to myself the old Bob Fosse dictum, 'Its Showtime!'  

I turned to face the slave and instructed her to disrobe, leaving only the ankle bracelet in place. Her naked body was truly a vision. I had her take a seat and began to tie her down to the chair. My years in the combat arms had prepared me well for this part. For I tied her quite firmly.....yet in a manner that would allow me to free her rapidly with a yank on one end of the rope.  

I took my time and when I was done her arms, torso and legs were all securely tied. Her arms ran along the frame of the chair straight down. Her legs were tied deliberately spread open, making her pussy both visible and accessible.  

I stood before her and gazed at her. Her naked, exposed, helpless and vulnerable position was affecting her. A slight flush appeared on her chest and a few small beads of moisture appeared on her lips.  

During this experience it was my goal for us, her and I, to become as close to a singular organism as possible. I would have to be totally tuned into her in order to properly guide and lead this scene.  

I picked up the cane and walked around her, softly dragging the cane's tip over her arms, chest, neck, inner thighs and legs. I then began a slow but steady rhythm of strokes, softly at first. I wanted to warm her up thoroughly. To bring the blood to the surface and have her rightfully prepared for what was to follow.  

I took my time. There was no rush.  

Before I upped the tempo and force of the strokes, I wanted to ensure that virtually every inch of her exposed flesh, minus the face, was being properly warmed. In certain areas, her inner thighs, over her breast and nipples, her pussy, I would alternate dragging the cane over her skin and striking her.  

My focus was total. I was totally tuned into her and her reactions; her breathing, perspiration, movements, reactions. Nothing else mattered, or existed. We were alone, her and I. And I proceeded.  

Very slowly and gradually I increased the tempo and force of the strokes. Now I wanted to elicit a pain/pleasure response. To lead her upon that straight edge that lies between the two sensations and proceed. As the strikes increased her breathing did also. Her pussy lips moistened, her chest became redder, her toes began to curl and uncurl. Over and over.  

I held her there for a considerable time. On that edge.....I wanted to blur the distinction between pleasure and pain....so that she no longer could tell the difference ... nor care to. Was it a caress or a strike, a feather a fur lined glove or a cane. Blur, straddle, lead on. I wanted to have her float, both above and totally into the experience.  

From my perspective the scene was going well. Her entire body was turning a bright pink. Her breathing was becoming more labored. And still I continued.  

The cane was now dancing a steady, persistent beat over her body. Only her face was spared. All else was fair game. She was breathing harder now and I knew we were getting close. Her entire body was turing a darker shade of pink...her legs strained against the ropes...her pussy was soaked and dripping onto the chair.  

I mentally began my preparations for the climax. My concentration was total....taking it all in...taking her all in. I was with her, leading her, guiding her, protecting her, and I would, to the end.  

The moment was nearing. She was approaching the edge, the precipice. I rapidly stripped off my robe and continued working her over in the nude. This was hard work and a slight sheen of sweat covered my own body. No matter...the time ... was .... NOW!  

Just as she reached the portal to her pain/pleasure orgasm, I yanked on the rope, grabbed her and pulled her into my own hard, naked body.  

I hugged her tight, secure, and felt her shiver and shake as a massive orgasm coursed through her being. My cock was now rock hard and I pulled her even tighter into me. I felt her continue to shake and convulse. Her love juices were raining onto my legs and feet. And I kissed her.  

For better or worse the scene was over.  

I found out later that her name was Kate (Katia). She told me that when I pulled her naked body against mine that 'it felt like I was melting into you'.  

Oh yes, I passed.  

I was now 'officially' a Master. A member of The Blue Vase.  

I love Copenhagen :)