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I do not have a current slave, and would be open to single female, or sister slaves.

I am interested in more of a long term relationship. And for THAT, well, call me shallow if you want to,,,, but I AM picky, so I am looking.

As you can see, I am an erotic sadistic Master, so what I am REALLY INTERESTED IN is a woman who is highly intelligent, attractive,, in good physical condition, a submissive, slave, and masochist (NOT over weight !).

But, most importantly, I understand the emotional needs and DANGERS for a sub or slave, in entering into this lifestyle, and how addictive this can be for you. It is something which if you do not understand you need to learn, before you get too deep into this stuff.

I highly recommend you read the first two Journal entries by my recent masochistic friend who could not be a live in slave.
If you see that I looked at your profile, and I did NOT send you a letter, then you can assume it was because I did not find you to be a particularly exceptional woman, or, you had an excessive amount of Hard Limits, or conflicting interests and YES that means I AM picky.
Sorry, maybe you NEED to impress me. If you are a heavy pain slut, or need to be broken regularly, and are slim and petite, small breasts, then MAYBE you WILL impress me, BUT you need to convey that knowledge and ination about you, to me.

Showing me pictures of your pussy on here is about as impressive as guys showing pictures of their cocks,, NOT!

Sorry it seems necessary to say this If you do not say you are able to move, and you do not have the money to move, forget it, which means youre too broke, and I am tired of women on CM wanting money to move, or pay their debts, and I will NOT ADOPT a Welfare case. I am not rich, nor am I a welfare agency making handouts.

NOW, for MORE INTERESTING THINGS,,, Are you ready for Screaming Climaxes so powerful, that to an untrained observer you look like you are having a Grand Mal Seizure? as you jerk back and forth, on tiptoe in your bondage, spread eagled in wrist and ankle cuffs, because of the EndorphinAdrenalin Mental Highs that I create with stimulation and torture ?

If You have Never Experienced such things, then you have the Greatest EXPERIENCES yet before you in your life ! ! ! And It Will Be My Pleasure To Provide Them For You. ! ! !

If youre flying in to Tucson for pain provided by Me, as some do, I will meet you at the airport. I do provide pain sessions to those in need of pain. It is just a free service, which most men cannot do for you.

If youre a pain slut, who needs it a lot, seeking 247, then I want to meet you at my front door, naked and requesting entrance, or wearing a raincoat, with nothing under it, smiles, and yes that has happened ! ! !

My home property is lined with high walls, and all gates are locked. So we have considerable privacy here. My past slaves have said it will take three slaves to keep up with me. Maybe they are right. If there are two of you, or you have sister slaves, all the better.

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5/17/2013 3:15:20 PM

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER.

Your picture just haunts me,, that sensuous face,, keeps me hot,, I want to do SOOO much with that face.

That face of yours says soooo much to me.  It begs me to make you FEEL really ALIVE AGAIN ! ! !

It speaks to me of long times of sadness, of feeling helpless, unfulfilled.

I want to make you laugh hysterically.

I want to make you cry so hard, to beg and plead for mercy.

I want to make your face stretch in the expression of amazement, with the intensity of the climaxes I am forcing you to experience.

I want to hold you face against my chest, wrapped tight in my arms, feel you when your sobbing from my pain, when your sobbing from the intensity of those powerful climaxes, when your totally exhausted from my making you FEEL ALIVE.

I want to feel you face cuddled on my shoulder in bed, sleeping, snuggled under my arm.

You long neck begs for my hands around it,, chocking, caressing, biting, licking. I have not seen a neck which begs so hard for my attention. It begs for a rope noose which will make your climaxing more powerful than you have ever imagined you could experience.

Your eyes SEEKING, BEGGING, EMPLORING ME. Those eyes seek the pleasure in my eyes, in my face, in my body. They are the windows to your soul. They totally expose your soul naked before me.  Your eyes are begging of me, to take you, to use you, to possess you, to own you, to destroy you for my pleasure, so you can see that pleasure and see in my face how proud I am of owning you.

That picture of you in the light sun dress, it begs me to string you up naked outdoors, by your wrists, with a rope to a tree branch. It begs me to strip and rip that thin little dress off or you,, expose you till your totally naked in the warm sunshine, hanging there for all to see, but most especially so you can see the expression on my face as you are hanging there for ME to see, Me your MASTER, Your OWNER. Your God.

As I stretch the rope, pulling your roped wrists up higher, till your naked feet are struggling to find the earth,, your body stretched more and more,, feeling even more exposed.

Then I tie ropes to your ankles, and take them out sideways and wrap them around stakes in the ground, and pull your legs wide apart.

Your body betrays your need, as your pussy is now dripping, and it is running down your loins. You quiver with the realization of how you look to anyone who wants to watch.

Then I shove a powerful vibrator up into your pussy, and tie it in place.  Then go behind you, and lube up your ass, and press slowly yet another powerful vibrator into your ass, and tie it in place.

Then I put vibrating nipple clamps on your nipples, and tie strings to them, which are then extended way out in front of you, to two more stakes in the ground.

Then before I turn on any of the vibrators, I come up real close to your face, as your body is shaking from head to toe in anticipation and surrender.

And I say to you:

“Yes,, you better quiver my SLUT, My Slave, My Piece of Meat, your body is betraying all the horrible things it needs me to do to you.”

“And now, before I touch you, or turn on the vibrators,, listen to my voice, read the power in my eyes, and CLIMAX NOW ! ! !, show me how much you ARE TOTALLY needing what I am doing to you as you hang out here, outdoors for the whole world to see you naked, in your total debauchery, exposed as a total slut, dripping like a whore in heat.”

“MAKE IT NOW ! ! ! MY SLUT, MAKE IT NOW ! ! !  WITHOUT ME EVEN TOUCHING YOU, because as soon as you start climaxing I am going to turn on all of those vibrators, in your pussy, in your ass hole, on your stretched nipples.”

“And when I do, you will be catapulted into the most violent climaxing, continuously climaxing, that you have ever experienced or could ever imagine.”

“Your body will be twisting all about, jerking on the nipple clamps, and SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS. Your body will look like you’re having a Gran Mal Seizures.”

And with that realization of what is about to happen to you, you explode in an earth quake of climaxing. Cum begins to spurt out and flows down your legs.

And I will then begin to whip you, driving your climaxing frenzy beyond anything any woman could have ever imagined.

I keep this up for what seems like hours, endless, and eventually you pass out totally from the intensity.

Your shaking body goes limp in your bonds, suddenly and totally quiet.

You just hang there, like a dead corpse, naked, dripping with sweat and cum. You might as well be waiting for vultures to come pick the flesh from your bones.

I stop.
I watch you.
I wait.

In a little while, you slowly begin so stir, your eyes lids flutter open, you regain consciousness, and your body hangs quiet, but:

I KNOW your body is so totally wired, so charged,

I know that the Adrenalin is charging through your whole body.

I Know your heart is bounding in your chest so powerfully because I can see it shaking your stretched nipples.

I watch as your finely sculptured nostrils are flaring and you beautiful lips open as you gasp for more air.

I look deep into your eyes, into your soul, and I see the fear building, as you realize this IS NOT OVER.

And you realize you are hanging there like a stick of dynamite which has the fuse lit, and it is about to explode all over again.

I know that it would take only the touch of one little finger nail on your naked shoulder to set it all off again.

But I do not use my finger nail.

And you look deep into my eyes,, and I see the begging there, and I say:

“Beg for it slut”

Your lips quiver, , as you struggle to speak. You see the whip in my hand, you feel your body ready to explode all over again. You wonder if you can survive all that powerful climaxing again.

Then the quiver in your lips spreads, it goes all the way through your whole body, shaking the stretched nipples.

And you know there is NO choice, and your body takes command of your brain, and  of your voice, you have no control of your response, as you listen in total amazement as you hear your own voice scream out to me:

“YES, Hurt me, Hurt me Hard, NOW ! ! ! “

I use my whip, with a hard stroke directly across your stretched nipples.

And you instantly explode again into the blinding whirlpool of mind blowing climaxing.

And you will recall later, thinking to yourself, “What has my Master turned me into now?”

And then you remember, your daughter has been sitting over at the side, bound naked to a chair, and has watched this whole scene.

And again your climaxing drives you into another round of un-consciousness.

And as you pass out, you remember, I have promised that your now divorced daughter will soon be hung up there with you, as you both experience this together, but this time, it will be with your nipple clamp vibrators tied and stretched to hers, as she hangs in front of you, just a few feet away. And this time YOUR pussy lip clamps will be attached to her pussy lip clamps,, stretching tightly between the two of you.

And as you pass out, you realize that when you wake up and she will now be hanging there, that you will both drive each other crazy as your bodies are both quaking with climaxes and jerking on the clamps stretched between you, aided by my whip on each of you….. as you both prove:

“Like mother, like daughter”.

And you realize, you have just gone to heaven. Taken there by the Master From Hell.

Send your daughter a copy of this.

I EXPECT TO SEE BOTH OF YOU HERE TOGETHER, SOON.

Seth

 


9/27/2012 6:26:13 AM

THE MENTAL SIDE OF BDSM..

 This is a cut and paste, but having assembled these ideas and items, I thought I would share it with YOU.......

 

A lady recently commented that she was more interested in mental and intelligence side of BDSM, than just the sexual side of BDSM. This was my reply to her:

 

Well, thank you for your reply, Yes, my first message was rather low key,, all things considered. I actually have to work at it to keep an initial letter that low key.

 

And it is amusing that you speak of being interested in more mental sides of the BDSM lifestyle, because the mental side is where I am really at, LOL.  I have so MUCH skills and experience, that I easily can come across as bragging, coming on too strong,, etc,

 

BUT SINCE YOU ASKED, now you cannot blame me for laying out a few things of interest for your inspection.

 

Smiles.

 

You speak of my approaching from a sex point of view,, but actually intercourse is a very low key interest of mine. I rarely do it,, and I find that the things which I DO make intercourse look like child’s play. Because of my mental and psychic skills, I am able to vicariously experience what your experiencing, when I do a scene with you.  

 

My greatest enjoyment is creating a mental "high", using my skills in mixing a chemical cocktail in your body and mind, made up of Adrenalin, Endorphins and several related drugs, and getting you as high as if you were on hard drugs,, but all created naturally in my own nervous system.  Then setting off climaxes so powerful, and continuous that you look like you are having a Gran Mal Seizure, often continuing and increasing till you actually pass out from the intensity of these ongoing climaxes.

 

I may have an erection at the outset of such a scene, especially when ripping off your clothes after stringing you up by your wrist cuffs, but well into such a scene, the physical is gone for me: I am totally into your mental trip. If intercourse is a consideration later, I have to restart physical turn on for myself.  By that time, the woman I am working with is so totally sated that it is not even a consideration. It is amazing how many people do not understand that most of BDSM is not about sex. Smiles.

 

I have 44 years’ experience in BDSM, have been a teacher, mentor, and trainer.

 

I even teach classes in female anatomy for up and coming "wannabe" Tops and Doms. smiles,, you know the type,, the ones who do not have a clue!

 

See my pre-class required reading material is on my website, at this link: http://www.master-seth.com/TheGSpotandMore.html

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My greatest interest is in the human mind, and what it can do. I have taught classes in ESP and Psychic skills, since 1970's.

 

Read this documentation of an event I did with a lady who I had known, but never played with, at this link: http://www.master-seth.com/ReadThisDocumentation.html

 

I have a long background in Hypnosis, and more years a student of the new Relyfe Hypnosis techniques. I have been active in the field of Past Life Age Regressions into old memories from people who lived a couple hundred years ago, including research for validations.

 

I do Psychic readings and connections with total strangers on the internet,, where my only knowledge of them is the text on my screen.

 

I have been an elected President and board member of both of the two largest BDSM clubs in Arizona,,

 

1. APEX (Arizona Power Exchange) in Phoenix - a board member for years, and a member for 23 years,, Now hold an Honorary Lifetime Membership in APEX for my work and service, since their first anniversary in 1988.

 

2. Desert Dominion (DD) in Tucson, active since 2009, and current Space Improvement Chairman.

 

OK, I am sure there is more, but I will shut up.


(NOTE, THE PICTURES MENTIONED HERE ARE AVAILABLE, BUT CAN NOT BE ATTACHED TO THIS JOURNAL ENTRY, JUST ASK ME)

 

The girl in the attached pictures was a 21 year old U of A student and model for the Art Dept. there at that time (2 years ago). She came to me to try the Sybian, and ended up being a collared slave, till she got out of school, and left Tucson. She was the most beautiful woman to ever set foot in our local club, and so much so, that some of the "wags" at the club were saying she must have been hired as a model by me,, because no-one my age would ever attract such a beauty.  Oh well, she was not paid, was an extremely intelligent Psychology Major.

 

Your turn. I look forward to hearing further from you. 

 

With Kindest Regards,

Master Seth

 

Here is full disclosure of Me:

I Am Real,, Honest, and safe,, My Yahoo Messenger ID for chatting is masterseth99, what is yours?

Master Seth (Real Name is Robert E. [Bob] Wadlow) I am well known, you can Google my name on the Internet.
2850 East Glenn St
Tucson, AZ 85716
520-780-3744... unlimited texting or limited voice service

 


6/21/2012 10:12:04 PM

The following 2 Journals were written by a 25 year old young lady I met this year, we played intensely for three months, but she could not move in, and she could not be seen with me publically due to her profession.  We still see each other at the local dungeon club.. She wanted to document her experience in meeting Master Seth.

Enjoy.

She is 49 years younger than me, and this documents why so many young woman have played with me, because of my skill and experience. I turned 74 today, and most people guess me to be 60. My family genitics history says I will live to be 110.


4/26/2012 4:32:35 AM

 Journal 1                            April 22ed, 2012

This world has a way of making us fall into a routine, to the point where that it is the only way we are comfortable. Every day is nearly the same, work, school, whatever it may be and without that basic routine, things feel like they are spiraling out of control.

So we continue one day at a time, never faltering from our routine. Until one day, something changes that routine. Anything can do it really, a new friend, a relationship, a new job, or…something totally different….

I can’t remember what started it, or why, or what made me respond to His ad, but I did. After a day of emails, I was in my car, driving across town to see someone I had never met before. I was convincing myself as I drove that I had completely lost my mind and that the only reason that I was going was because I had been told I wouldn’t make it there…a challenge is always enticing to me. Every block closer I got made that less likely, part of me knew it, and the other part was in denial. And then, I was there, and there was no time left to determine why I was there, I just was.

Stepping out my car I realized the risk; here I was alone, no one knew where I was, no one knew I had left home, and no one knew that I had responded to an ad about BDSM from the internet, I was completely at risk and vulnerable, but I felt safe. And, I was turned on. My mind was racing, where was this all coming from? What on earth was I doing?!  As I was allowed to enter the tall chain locked gates, I heard the locks snap closed behind me.

Before I knew it, I was sitting in a bedroom, of a man significantly older than I, talking, listening and being completely mesmerized by these blue eyes that were looking back at me. I was fully clothed and yet fully exposed. We both knew why I was there, I wanted something and even if I wasn’t sure what that was, I had taken the first step. I had shown up. Hours later I was incredulous. This man spoke of things that made my cheeks flush, but also made me crave it. Finally he asked me if I was ready to try it….

Ready to try it?!  Was I?  I had no idea. I knew I didn’t want to be fully exposed and naked in front of this stranger, let alone strung up by my wrists to the hooks in his ceiling, I knew I didn’t want that….but IF I didn’t WANT that, then WHY was I so WET??…it made no sense to me. It didn’t have to make sense, before I knew it, I was taking off my clothes (well most of them) and found myself having my wrists slipped into soft leather and hooked up above me. There was no getting out, there was nowhere I could go, nothing I could do but place all of my trust in this stranger….who was about to show me his “cafeteria” of sensations and of pain, and I wanted it.

Slowly, almost “painfully slowly”, I was “walked through” an array of sensations from different types of whips and toys.  I could hardly comprehend the feelings they were eliciting inside of ME, as they struck my skin.  Until one;   A single tail whip,   just 24 inches long.  Soft, bendy, vicious leather.  It was gentle at first, just softly biting into me making me suck in my breath, letting it out only after the next time I felt it’s bite. A fleeting thought passed through my mind, and it screamed to me, “I love this. I love this”.

Before I knew it, he was speaking to me again, my head hardly having time to process that I was enjoying this, feeding off of the vulnerability I was feeling.

He said two words, “MAKE IT ! ”. . .  What?

I was confused at first and then I wasn’t.    He wanted me to Orgasm !, stung up naked by my wrists, from hooks in his ceiling, while his whip danced over my skin. I was incredulous, there was no way. And then,, he said it again “MAKE IT ! ”, this time louder and stronger,, and my body did something I didn’t know was possible, I felt the stirring of an orgasm inside of me, a fire lit throughout me, and when he said “GO”, I did. I came, and I came HARD !

By the time the evening was over, I was in shock. It was late, and I had to work the next morning. As I drove home, a million thoughts ran through my head, I wondered if I was crazy. My mind tried to wrap around what had just happened, what I had just done. I told myself I wouldn’t go back, that it wasn’t safe for me to. That it was too strange, too out of the norm of my routine, too scary for me to love the feelings I had been given.

I have never been so wrong in my life.

It’s now three weeks from that fateful Sunday, and I feel as though I have been riding on the edge of a tidal wave that just can’t quite find the shore to break. I can’t count the number of times that I have been back since that Sunday and frankly I wouldn’t if I could. Every day is different now, each emotion more alive, each thought carries more weight. Don’t get me wrong the routine is still there, it has just changed and now part of the routine is everything but routine. I never know what is going to happen next and everything that I had set in my mind seems to be fluid now. This all goes against Every Thing my mother taught me.

In just three weeks I have been exposed to a world I didn’t know existed; I have seen a club with a dungeon, attended a discussion group of Yahoo poly folks (some of the most logical and intelligent people I have encountered), and experienced a slew of emotions and sensations that are but commonplace. And, I have loved every moment of it.  I feel like a sponge, absorbing everything, not wanting to let any of it go. I knew nothing about this lifestyle, had no concept of being a slave, had never heard of being Collared, or Owned.

Just last night I found myself strung up in that aforementioned dungeon, allowing all my clothing to be cut and sliced and shredded off of my totally helpless, vulnerable, exhibited, body while others watched. My heart was racing from the nerves, I was going to be naked? I knew he was going to force my body to betray me, and my craving; I was going to drip, beg, and climax, in front of all of the people there? The questions flowed rapidly through my mind, why did he want me to do this HERE? Was doing it at his home not enough? What if I didn’t manage to do as well here as he wanted me to? Would he still want to keep me around? There were so many thoughts rapid firing through my head that I was unsure what to do. But saying “yes”  as best I could, by not saying no, it just felt right.  It happened quickly, which was likely best.

My ability to say no was taken as soon as I was clipped to the bar with the wrist cuffs, and then,, being there, in that position, I truly felt comfortable, I no longer had to make any decisions, I had the freedom to just enjoy what I Knew he was probably going to do to my mind and body. It felt like where I belonged. Looking at him in front of me, the crystal in his eyes, and I was calm again. Quickly the rest of the room faded away from me, and it was just him there with me, making his whip dance across my now naked skin. Each stroke of the whip was artfully placed. Striking the most sensitive parts of my skin while leaving behind red welts, soon whip stokes were crossing each other, and every stripe gave a wave of pleasure with it. His commands came quickly,” MAKE IT, GO, DRIP”. As if I could do anything else? I was craving the whip strokes, living off of his voice, melting into his eyes.

All too soon it was done. And there he was, smiling at me, something else was now new behind his eyes, besides the cool aura that usually fell there when he was playing with me. It was Adoration, Pride….he was happy with me. A different kind of emotion flooded over me, I was still strung up naked, and whip stripped, to the bar, lost in his eyes. And Then, he Knelt On The Floor before me. I was confused at first, wondering Why, but then, he Thanked me. I felt my heart melt a little.

I had made him happy, he loved me, really loved me. He was honoring me, in front of all those people, by kneeling there before my naked body to thank me. He was as entrapped as I was. I was happy, I was home.

After that night, after tearing down my defenses, I felt as though I was really where I needed to be. I craved him after I left, his touch, his smell, his heartbeat against my skin, the kiss of his whip. It was then I realized that the pain he provides is as much as need of his, as it is a need of mine. The pleasure it gives me to suffer at his hand was reversed, he thrived off of my submission, my love of the things he does. It all changed then.

Those drives home have been clarifying for me; each and every one of those drives provides a deeper insight into what is going on in my mind and body around this new aspect of my life, this new…routine. I can’t seem to go without it, and I don’t want to. I look at my skin now, marked red with fresh marks and bruises, and I smile. I think back on all that has happened, and I remember a sentence from a text, “welcome to your new body”. Yes, welcome, but really, it is my body welcoming me. A part of me has been released, born, into the world, and it falls routinely into his arms. I am starting to love my body for what it is, even more so when it is covered with whip stripes, each one a display to the world of his love for me. I am home.


4/26/2012 4:23:17 AM

Journal 2                            April 26th, 2012

Even the definition of sensation does not begin to touch on what the word sensation now means to me. It has become an enigma and one that I realize I will likely never have a secure handle on, not anytime soon anyway. This whirlwind continues on, with me wrapped inside of it, and with the comfort of his arms there to catch me when I come crashing down from the highs; or the lows.

This has become so much more than a physical exploration for me. It has become an emotional one, something much more dangerous in my eyes. I look back three weeks and realize quickly that I have crossed the point of no return; I couldn’t go back if I wanted to. Most of all, I have no desire to. A day where I see less of him feels off, like my equilibrium is off and I might fall. A simple text from him rights me again and I realize just how right this role is, just how much I fit in where I am.

With it comes a new world of emotions, emotions which require me to learn to share.

Oh how difficult that is. I treasure every touch, every caress, every kiss, every massage, every bite of pain I am given. To know that someone else feels the same touch is almost painful, a bite into my mind and soul, almost like the binder clips which so painfully found their way to my nipples just the other day (but we will get to that another time). Emerging myself fully in this new part of my life has become necessary, it is part of me, and as much as it is part of me, it requires me to process and accept the pieces that I might not like, including that he will play with “others”. When I first realized this fact I started to cry, an emotional response elicited from years of thinking that if someone wanted to be with someone other than myself that I was second best or that they would soon leave me behind. I could not have been more wrong.  A conversation, one very open honest, revealing, conversation aided me greatly. I will not be his only one, nor should I be. I cannot possibly meet all of his needs even in giving myself totally to him; it just isn’t possible when life gets in the way. And at the Yahoo Poly Tucson Group discussion, I learned about the word “compersion”, (defined below*) as he was teaching it to some newbies in the poly lifestyle meeting.

His “other toys” will be able to provide me a moment of rest, of relief and at the end of the day or early the next morning, I know I can still crawl into bed with him and tell him.

I love him. And I do.

His two, past, part-time, collared slaves have said it will take three slaves to fully keep up with him, his power, drive, and energy, and now I see why. He runs on pure adrenalin, as much as he drives me on my adrenalin, endorphins and these new deep cravings. He defies his age, and in so doing, seems to be defying aging.

Now that that is out of the way, back to the sensation part, the physical sensation. A never ending array of physical sensation. Love hate relationship has a new meaning for me now, and I have a partner in the relationship,  that single tail whip. Whenever I visit, I glance around quickly for it, just so that I might know where in the room it is. Often, if not always, it lays just within reach of his hand. All too often I do not notice when he actually picks it up until it is laying sharp kisses across my skin. Oh, but I love it. I crave it. I need it. Worst of all, he knows it. Even when I turn away, close my eyes, and will myself to be silent my body screams for it. And he can hear it, every single silent scream my body makes (as well as the periodic vocal ones).

Just when I think that I may be getting the hang of how something feels against my skin a new sensation is presented, a new type of play, a new type of pain, a new world of pleasure and orgasms. It happened just the other day. I convinced myself that I needed the pain, looking back I can’t recall if I baited him for it. Everything leading up to it fell away (enough orgasms and you would forget too). It was sharp, it was different, and it hurt like hell. Especially where he put it…. Little tiny spiked wheels, they run so easily over the skin. Poking and pinching with every inch they travel. I should know better by now than to think that there will be little to no pain with anything that he does to my body and yet my mind manages to try and convince me otherwise every time.

This though, this was painful, and no matter how far or hard I tried to scoot to get away from it I couldn’t stop climaxing. Not that he would have let me if I wanted to.

When I could take no more of the tiny teeth biting into my clit I curled up in his arms, thinking, oh, okay, this is good….rest……wrong! I remember the trail of a fingernail running down my neck, along my shoulder, down my arm, my side, my leg, back up again, back down again, and then it all started again. I was high, flying somewhere else as a result of the pain just moments before. Then I was gone, I felt my body start to shake, quaking violently from climaxes, in his arms, felt the scratch of his nails, heard the sound of his voice. His commands telling me to keep climaxing (I had no choice, every touch sent my body into overdrive to the point where I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried). Just the lightest touch of his one little fingernail on my shoulder was like an electric shock on my wired skin, triggering new violent waves of climaxes ravaging throughout my body, in spite of how tightly I was wrapped in his arms, against his shoulder. As he often describes it, it’s like I was having Gran Mal Seizure. And he just kept strumming the nerves of my body with that little fingernail, as deftly as if he was strumming a guitar, for what began to seem timeless.

I clung to the tiny pieces as long as I could. Then I let go, It was like a million little sparkles flooded into my head, I was warm all over, flying far above anything I had ever seen before, and I remember nothing else. At least, until I opened my eyes to see him gazing back at me….welcoming me back into the world. Holy hell, I had totally passed out for several minutes from the pleasure he was giving me.

I will say that there is no better feeling than that waking up in his arms. Now, if only I could figure out a way to make that more common. I own my own home where I still live, with my pets, but now, I just call it my house, when I am with him, I am Home, where ever he is.


Sensation: noun, the operation or function of the senses; perception or awareness of stimuli through the senses, a mental condition or physical feeling resulting from stimulation of a sense organ from internal bodily change, as cold or pain. Physiology, the faculty of perception of stimuli, a general feeling not directly attributable to any given stimulus, as discomfort, anxiety or doubt; a mental feeling, especially a state of excited feeling


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