Fingers slid over Her throat softly, smoothly traced Her collarbone, before dancing lightly across the tops of Her breasts where they pressed against the curve of cool silk covering them. She sighed and relaxed a bit more into the gentle touch as his hands moved down Her arms in soothing strokes. The touch continued over the pulse points in Her wrists to Her fingers. She felt Her hand raised to his mouth, felt his warm breath on Her tender skin and then his lips slid over Her fingers, one by one. He sucked them deeply into the recess of his mouth, his tongue swirling over the sensitive pads of Her fingertips to stroke the delicate skin along the sides. She shivered a sigh and smiled softly, raising the other hand to run Her fingers through his hair and lightly scratch his scalp with Her nails. She heard the hitch in his breath and felt his slight quiver under Her hand. Smirking with satisfaction, She rolled, offering him Her bare back. The breath he drew was quick and audible as he viewed the entirety of Her nude body. She raised a foot and pushed his jaw closed with Her toes.

“Come now, boy,” She chided “Breathing is essential if you wish to continue this massage.”

Her gentle rebuke brought him out of his stunned stillness and he leapt with a bit more eagerness than necessary to resume his work. Her sighs and moans guided him as he worked the soreness from Her shoulders and neck, now the smooth curve of Her back. He hesitated as he reached the rise of Her bottom. Without warning Her hand shot out and grasped his penis through his pants. He grunted in surprise as She traced the length of his erection. She gave him a squeeze and laugh lightly as he groaned softly.

“You stopped. Just making sure you’re paying attention. Continue, boy” She added with a wiggle of Her hips.

His mouth went dry and his tongue seemed to cleave to the roof of his mouth as he watched Her wiggle. He leaned forward and reverently reached out his hand to touch one of the perfect globes that was Her bottom. She made a soft squeak as he touched her and he realized with horror that his hand was chilly against the heat radiating from Her.

He bowed low, touching his forehead to the table next to Her turned face.

“Forgive me, Mistress”

He stepped away to heat his hands in the sink and heard the clink of ice against a glass; what sounded like Her sipping from Her water. He returned to stand by Her side and reached out to resume the massage. She reached out in one quick motion and dropped a piece of ice down the front of his pants. He yelped in surprise and immediately lowered his head in shame. He couldn’t stop the shiver as the freezing chunk of ice slid over his erection, melting as it went. He stood still with his eyes closed, bearing the cold fire on his sensitive flesh, feeling it slide further and drip over him.

“Forgiven,” he heard Her say softly “Now, continue”.

She sat at Her desk, tapping the end of a pen absently against the rich wood top as She thought. Her black cashmere robe flowed over Her curves like a silky sigh. The robe fell open on Her lap, baring smooth long legs to the kneeling man at Her feet. Her desk had been placed in the center of a plush Aubusson that Her toes curled into now. She watched the fire dancing in the grate across the room, still thinking, She sighed. She lifted one foot, placing Her painted toes right under his face. Immediately his large warm hands encircled Her delicate foot, heating and supporting. She smiled distractedly and raised Her other foot to sit on his bare shoulder. The slave quivered slightly in anticipation. In this position She knew exactly what he could see if his eyes were raised to look straight ahead…which they shouldn’t be. She slowly dug the nails resting on his shoulder into the muscle in warning. She felt his breath on Her foot as he bowed forward. His lips were barely a whisper on the top of Her foot. She kicked him lightly in the face just for fun and heard him drop to a submissive posture with his forehead to the floor.

She smiled. He was learning. She ran Her toes through his hair and offered Her foot again. He grasped it to support and warm it and sat very still waiting. Nodding Her approval, She hooked Her toes in the ring on his collar and drew him closer to Her. He scrambled to remain graceful and move as quickly as She pulled him. Not as smoothly as it could be done but the willingness pleased Her. She wrapped her legs over his shoulders and ordered “down”. He quivered slightly. She understood his excitement and confusion. In the middle of Her bright office in the middle of what would normally be Her worktime was the last place he could have expected this particular command. But, then, She wasn’t getting work done anyway. The distraction would be nice.

He lowered his face gently to the junction of Her spread thighs, careful to not scratch Her delicate skin with the stubble he had yet to shave that morning. His tongue lapped slowly at Her skin. He heard Her sigh as Her scent filled his head and he lost himself in the joy of serving Her.

Training new boys could be tiring. After instructing this one on the rituals, expectations, and rules, things seemed to be progressing nicely. Perhaps, She had thought, She had found a good one. She had left him alone to do some chores while She had gone shopping. Very basic chores. Very simple routines. Requiring no additional steps than what had been described to him in painful detail

‘Well, perhaps not painful enough.,’She thought with slight grin—more a baring of teeth than a smile, ‘but I can change that. Now.’

She had seen him rubbing himself when he was supposed to be focused solely on Her. The fact that he had presumed, that he had dared to touch himself in Her presence without a by your leave infuriated Her. True to Her nature She had stayed ice calm and left him alone in silence.

Now here he was, prostrate before Her. The collar around his neck jangled sharply as it hit the tile floor in front of Her feet.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” She purred. He started to rise up at Her tone, eagerly hoping to be closer. The sharp sting of a leather crop stung into his back. The yelp he gave  was quickly cut off as She growled.

“Down”

Her heeled foot pressed into his neck. She pushed just to the point of pain.

“And stay down”

The slave whimpered but She could see he was confused, had no idea what he’d done…or, more likely, that She had seen.

She towered over him.

“We’re going to play a little game, you and I. you are going to wrap your hand around that flaccid worm you call a cock and hang on to it. No matter what I do. Understand?”

The collar rattled as he nodded his head against the tile. Another smack of the crop rang out.

“I don’t believe I heard you, dog” She spoke softly.

“Yes, Mistress. I understand, Mistress”.

“Then rise to your knees. Hold your position and your cock”.

The slave rose stiffly from the cold tile and  cradled his limp penis in his hand. She kicked his knees further apart and glared as he almost lost his hold in the abrupt movement.

“you’ll have to do better than that,” She chided “I would think with as much as you like to touch yourself this would be an easy task”.

She swayed forward, stopping in front of him and raising his chin with one manicured finger tipped in blood red. He kept his eyes down as She raised his head.

‘At least he’s learned something,’ She thought, ‘Ah, well, a new lesson to learn’.

“you seem a bit confused, slave,” Her voice smooth and silky. She ran Her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly with Her nails,”It’s really very, very simple. Just don’t. Let. Go.” She emphasized the last by flicking his sensitive earlobe with each pause.

She watched him carefully and as expected Her nearness and Her attention soon brought him to arousal. She saw his hand flex on his growing shaft. The slave’s hand slide along his shaft as his breathing increased. The next second he howled in pain as the tip of the crop bit into his hand.

“Don’t let go,” She warned in a voice that was now steel. She smacked his hand again, catching the tip of his penis as he jerked. The slave screamed.

“Oh, and you should probably hold very still”, She walked around him and stopped next to his other side. “So, you believe your pleasure comes before Me?” Another swift crack of the crop.

“Let’s see how long you want to hold your cock now.” With precision the next two hits left red welts on his hand in quick succession. The slave tried to hold still, getting the added sting of pain on the head of his cock when he failed. She continued around him, striking like a snake, until his hand was red and swollen and his cock had shriveled back so it could barely be seen. Tears streamed out of his closed eyes and he gasped for breath.

She released him then. Knowing his hand would be sore for the better part of a week and any time he attempted to touch himself he would remember. She assured Herself he was cared for with water and a blanket. He had fallen into an exhausted sleep.

Time will tell if the lesson took.

he had known when he took such liberties that there would be hell to pay later. If he had expected clemency because he had pleased Her, he had forgotten how seriously She took the training... he remembered now. Now when it was too late to beg forgiveness--the silky gag saw to that. Now when his wrists and ankles were securely bound to the post on the bed so he was immobile and he could see clearly that he had caused Her distress by making Her punish him, did he truly begin to understand.

he had been bound and left alone for a time. Now here She was. his Goddess,the One he would do anything for and She was looking at him with disappointment. It was almost too much. he wanted to look away but knew he deserved this and more.

She stepped further into the room and he felt a moment of confusion. She was dressed in a leather corset and tall, heeled boots. This outfit was meant for pleasure. Perhaps She had decided to overlook his infraction? his intent had been pure.

She walked to him and stroked his bare chest with one soft hand. She trailed Her hand down, over his taunt belly to where his cock lay, twitching in anticipation. She stroked him and he groaned softly at the unexpected caress. She pumped Her hand once, twice. he could feel himself starting to harden. She released him abruptly so his cock slapped back against his belly and She turned away. She turned on some sensual music softly and started to dance...more a series of sinuous sways..as She ran Her hands over Her body, enjoying the feel of the warm leather on Her firm skin. She continued Her dance closer to him. She slid onto the bed and straddled him, holding Herself balanced above him on Her knees so he could see Her clearly as She touched Herself. he was so fixated on Her quick fingers sliding over Her own folds and dipping into Her hot, tight pussy that it took him a moment to realize She was speaking. Very softly.

“How does One punish Her errant servant? What tool do I need to make certain you understand that rules are to be followed?”

She slid forward and straddled his face. His head filled with the erotic musk of Her arousal. He could see the moisture glistening on Her dusky folds. He lifted his head with a groan only to have his head smacked back down with enough force to bounce it on the mattress.  It didn’t hurt really but the harsh movement startled him into stillness.

“No.”

She slid down his body now. He could feel Her wet heat on his bare skin. His cock jumped in response. She impaled Herself almost brutally on his erection, pumping in an angry grind. Her hips swiveled in a rhythm that had his head swimming. His orgasm built with such speed it was on the very edge of pain. He strained to lie still as She moved in fierce desire above him. Leaning back She reached behind Her and he felt the softest stroke of Her fingers before Her nails drove into his balls. He bucked against Her in reaction and felt Her hand tighten in response. She rode his frantic movement with a grace that was so natural to Her even as She allowed the movement to pull Her forward and off of his throbbing cock, pulling Her nails free with the movement.

He felt the tears in his eyes and blinked rapidly to hide his shame. She landed softly against his chest, catching Herself with Her hands at his shoulders and lowering down to nestle against his chest. He could feel Her breath against his neck and he heard the slight catch in Her breathing as She kissed one lone tear from his face. They lay quietly for a moment and let breath and heart slow. She shifted and pressed Her lips lightly to his ear.

“I had thought to keep you from Me for a time…but let’s see if you’ve learned and how grateful you might be for the correction.”

She rose up on Her knees again. She straddled his head again…and hooked Her legs under his shoulders as She lowered Herself down and sat on his face. His heart leapt with joy…and then panic as he realized his next challenge. The silk gag was still in place and the Mistress was demanding oral service.

She was alone. For once.  No one to guard against or be strong for. For now She could do as She pleased. Her clothes chaffed at Her and so She released the golden pins that held the gown to Her body. The silken fabric slid off Her body with a hushed sigh. She stepped clear of it in one graceful movement.  Now  standing in just Her jewelry and Her heels She moved to the wine decanter across the room. Enjoying the click of Her heels on the tiled floor, She decided to leave them on as She wandered about the villa. A heavy silver goblet in one hand, She trailed Her fingers along the stucco wall as She moved almost silently down the hallway.  The small metal disks on her earrings and necklace chimed softly as She moved and Her long silken hair curled down Her back and slid sensuously over Her shoulders.

She had been restless for weeks. Marcus had commented on it at the last games. Not good. She needed to be the Ice Queen now more than ever. But for the moment She could prowl. Entering the pleasure room muffled the sound of Her heels in the thick carpeting that spread from wall to wall. She moved to one of the oversized couches done in a deep plum velvet and stretched out upon it. With a sigh She relaxed in the darkened chamber and wiggled about a bit just to feel the velvet on Her naked skin. She took a sip of the potent ruby wine and set the goblet on the low table conveniently placed near. She stroked Her hands over Her own skin, tweaked Her own nipples to enjoy the sharp pleasure and caressed Herself hoping the sexual release would calm Her turmoil. But it wasn’t helping. This evening it wasn’t enough for Her. Restless with annoyance She flipped about only to be startled by the silent man standing sentry still against the wall. Her eyes narrowed as She examined him. How long had he been there? And how did he manage to not catch Her attention. He was dressed as a slave of the house, with a white pleated fabric belted around his waist as his only covering. The cloth fell only to mid-thigh on his muscular form and although his eyes appeared to be diverted now it was obvious from bulge in the front of the scant covering that he was not unaffected by Her display.

“Slave” Her voice was soft but the power behind it still had him shivering. He turned his face Her direction but kept his eyes lowered. “Come here”.

He moved to Her side and stood silently, hands in front, one wrist holding the other, eyes still downcast.

“You like what you saw. I am not angry about that but nothing comes for free. You will serve Me now. “

She turned over onto Her belly and with one languid hand moved Her hair to drape over Her shoulder, clearing the entirety of Her naked back to him. “Rub, slave. Ease My soreness and perhaps My restlessness. Now.”

His large hands moved to Her delicate skin and slid across so softly She barely felt the movement. She shivered “Harder, boy. Please Me and be rewarded.”

His grip became more firm and She could feel Her muscles relax as he worked them loose. Her tension slid away but as he moved over Her skin another tension started to build. Her skin heated under his ministrations and Her breath quickened. She wiggled, unaccustomed to being aroused by a common house slave, and She heard his soft groan at Her movements. Smiling to Herself, She flipped over too quickly for him to move away. He found himself with his hands now pressed to her breasts. He would have had to be dead not to feel  the petal-soft nipples harden under his touch…and he had already proven he was very much alive.

“Down, boy” She demanded. As he slid to his knees, She shifted so Her long smooth legs rested on either side of his hips. Pushing him further down toward her, she purred

“you must be hungry, boy. Eat.”

She had seen him before, being led about by a silly girl trying to be a Mistress. She shook Her head at the waste of such potential on a chit that didn’t know how to bring it out. But that was as far as She thought of it. She never involved Herself in the politics unless someone was getting hurt—this didn’t fall into that category. Then one night She decided to attend the club and found him hooked to the bar on a chain. The silly girl was across the room having a loud and grotesquely public fight with her boyfriend. The slave stood by the bar with his eyes lowered. He attempted to be still but She could see the argument worried him. Then She heard it,” It’s him (the boyfriend thrust an accusing arm toward the tied slave) or me. Choose now.” The Mistress sighed and shook Her head, too aware of what would happen next…and She was right. The silly girl folded like a deck of cheap playing cards and weeping ran back to her boyfriend swearing loyalty and love. The slave at the bar quivered slightly as the girl left him there without even releasing him.

The Mistress moved to him and with placed a gentle hand on his arm. “Would you like to come with Me for now?” She asked,” Come and talk with Me, if you don’t like My terms I will get you to where ever you want to go in the city.” She lifted his chin to meet his eyes—feeling the message was important enough to allow the breach in protocol. “Sound fair?”.

Her gentle tones soothed him and he nodded slowly to Her and dropped his eyes to the floor. She smiled. He was so willing to please, to serve. That girl was a moron to chase after disappointment when she had such willing service in her uneducated hands. With barely a glance, Her deft fingers undid the chains on the bar.

“William,” She raised Her voice to be heard over the music and the bartender instantly jumped to attend Her, “Is the bill covered, Love?”

The bartender blushed and with a slight bow stated “Yes, Lady.”

“Thank you, William. See you soon”. The bartender beamed and moved away. With a gentle tug on the chain She turned and led the slave from the bar, nodding to friends and acknowledging acquaintances as She moved gracefully through. She knew there may be hell to pay for this later but really, what could one expect to have happen, leaving such a lovely prize unattended?

She brought him home.  She had him kneel at Her feet while She undid his former Mistress’s shackles. She let him rest there on the floor and gave him a drink and a bit of snack while She explained service in Her household. She had been paying attention and knew he had stood there for hours at the bar with no food or drink. Her thoughtfulness undid him and he tried to cover the tears in his eyes. He was ashamed he had served a woman who had cared so little for him that a stranger had shown more care for him in an hour then he had received in the entire time he had served the other. But this Mistress saw his distress and understood it. She cradled his head on Her lovely lap and stroked his hair, explaining that he had been loyal and true and it was not his fault he had been mistreated. She asked if he wanted to belong to Her—pointing out it was a serious commitment and he should be sure—but he was already half-way in love with Her and could think of nothing more satisfying than serving Her to his best ability.

At his agreement a new steel collar was placed on his neck and the Mistress called a house servant to Her. “Robert” The slave moved quickly to Her and dropped to his knees with his bowed to the floor. She smiled and ran a hand gently over the bowed head. “Be a doll and take these chains back to –she coughed briefly—Mistress Emily and then return immediately to Me.”

“Yes, Mistress” The slaves old chains were whisked away. He heard the door and a car start.

She reached out a hand and ran Her fingers through his hair, making a slight humming noise. He hoped he pleased Her.

“Come, boy. Time for initiation. With a slight tug, he was up and following Her up the stairs….

She was cold. Having him strip to the skin with nothing but the collar left in place, she had him lie on his belly then She stretched out on his back pulling the fur covering over both of them. She sighed happily as she snuggled between his bare skin throwing heat like a furnace and the silky slide of fur flowing over her nude back. He could feel Her breath ruffling his hair as She rested Her head against his neck and shoulder. The feel of the Mistress lying nude against him was an erotic force he was desperately trying to ignore. To become aroused when he was being used as furniture could bring repercussions of a very unpleasant sort. But Her soft breath teased the sensitive skin of his ear and Her smooth skin smelled of cloves and vanilla enveloping him in Her scent. She idly played with his hair as She rested against him; occasionally stopping to lightly drag a nail over his exposed skin. He tried not to squirm, even as it tickled him, but he could not help twitching just a bit. He heard Her giggle, almost just an exhale of air it was so soft, and he knew he was in very serious trouble. The Mistress wanted to play, to test his limits. He closed his eyes as both joy and fear mingled in his chest. He felt Her teeth close ever so gently on his ear and Her tongue slip over the trapped skin. He wiggled with a soft groan before he could stop himself. Her nails dug painfully into the sensitive skin of his thigh.

“Be still.” He froze.

She waited a second before releasing his thigh and continuing Her exploration with gentle fingers. Her hand slid around him and grasped his cock firmly. Even as he sucked in his breath and tried to control his reaction, his cock began to grow in Her hand. She laughed.

“For Me?” She giggled before squeezing hard and fast and then returning to Her slow steady caress of finger tips.

She walked down the marble hallway with her head held high. The echo of her leather sandals bounced off the cold, bone-hued floor and walls. Her silken gown was no protection from the chill but she fought not to shiver. They would never understand. She could hear him lumbering behind her. He was so large and made larger still next to her petite frame. She held the end of the heavy iron chain in her hand. She could hear the rattle of the other end against the thick metal collar he wore.

She had to stop herself from laughing out loud at the ridiculous thought that her slender hand holding his lead could control him. They still didn’t understand. If he decided to turn and fight, she had no physical control over the beast they had created. But she would always feel safe with him. She knew he would follow her without the chains and shackles. These were for show so the others felt safe. He had always been her warrior, her protector. He would never harm her—even if it meant his own death. Their plan would fail.

She had been musing so intently she stumbled over the trailing hem of her white gown. Immediately she felt his hand on her elbow supporting her and steadying her. He continued his motion in one fluid slide that ended with him kneeling behind her with his head bowed—even before the guards could react to his first gesture. She stopped and turned to him. His massive shoulders were bare except for the trailing rust-colored stains that she hoped were just dust and sweat from the arena but which she knew were probably more menacing in nature. He was the best and he fought the hardest. Now they had started to put him up against nearly impossible odds. Yet, he still survived. They all marveled and their devious minds worked to find even tougher challenges even as they wondered how he still lived. She knew. He lived for her. He knew what her life would become without his protection and he survived solely to see her safe.

His bowed head was shaggy with his tousled dark hair, his tanned skin dark with dirt and his warrior marks. She reached her hand out and laid it gently on his head. She heard a gasp and the room stilled—as if everyone held their breath. Noble women were never to touch slaves, especially filthy, sweaty fighters directly from the ring. She knew this. She no longer cared.

She felt him tremble slightly beneath her touch. He was afraid for her. Society’s punishments were swift and frequently harsh. But if she was going to be the sacrificial lamb she refused to go to the slaughter as their sacrificial virgin as well.

Disappointed again. She refused to feel the sadness or even the hint of loneliness that had been creeping in the shadows lately. Instead she fueled her hurt and disappointment into rage.

He knelt with his bare back facing Her and his knees spread apart on the cold stone floor. The shackles rattled about his outstretched wrists and the heavy rasp of his breathing sounded loud in the empty room. Candles flickered and hissed at the draft from Her closing of the door. The heavy wood creaked with an ominous squeal before silence once again settled.

She walked around him. He could hear Her heels click and the soft swish of Her clothing as She moved. He could smell the sweet musk of Her perfumed skin. He had once been privileged to touch that skin, so soft and smooth. He had been allowed to run his lips gently across that heated silk. Not now, nor, he suspected, ever again. He had displeased Her and for that he would pay. 

He knew from seeing others fail that the punishment fit the crime with this creative Mistress but he couldn't figure out how being before Her now-even in his shame--fit with his failure of not being there to attend to Her when needed.

He couldn't see Her. A coarse dark blindfold covered his eyes. He understood that he was not allowed to see Her since he turned down the privilege when he failed to show. He heard a low hissing noise as something slide across the stones. He froze. What was that noise? The lightest touch at his nape had him jumping with a start. How had She managed to get so close without him knowing. The light touch slid down his back. He heard Her sigh--it sounded almost regretful. Then he heard that hissing sound again and his back felt as if it had burst into flames. The loud crack registered after the biting pain.

He closed his eyes behind the blindfold and slowly bowed his head. 'One, Mistress' he croaked. The lash and burn came again harder and he realized his mistake 'Two, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress' The next lash was softer, almost a caress. He continued his count and his thanks for the correction. He felt the moisture on his back but could not say if it was sweat from his tension or if the flogger had actually cut into him and made him bleed.

The day had been demanding and She was both tired and dissatisfied with some of the outcomes. People always seem to make life so much more difficult for themselves before they decided to try to make it better. She enjoyed the steady click of Her heels on the wet pavement and even the brisk bursts of wind that slide up Her skirt and over Her chilled skin that were somehow bracing, almost invigorating. But today, Her back ached from being in the heels all day and the chill was taking on a nasty edge in dark and damp of the night. She climbed the steps and opened the door. And there he was, kneeling by the door, naked and collared. But unlike his normal greeting, tonight he held a steaming mug of something balanced on a tray over his head so that it was in easy reach should She want it. She looked at him speculatively for a moment. Initiative was always a dangerous ground. She lifted the glass and sniffed.

“Welcome home, Mistress”, he lower the tray and kept going until his forehead touched the floor by Her feet.

She took a sip and sighed with contentment. The boy had made Her Gluehwein. The steaming hot brandy wine warmed Her immediately and the spices teased Her taste buds. Smart boy, she thought, to have figured this out.

She made a motion to move past him and he made a soft mewling sound. She paused and raised a brow.

“Is there something else, boy?” he noted the edge in Her voice and realized he was pushing his luck but he so wished to please Her so he replied “Your bath is ready upstairs, Mistress” It was a risk as he knew She had not ordered him to have a bath ready for Her but he knew it was nasty outside and that She had had  long day. He held his breath and waited.

After what seemed an eternity, She turned and headed toward the stairs. He released the breath he had held and turned on hands and knees to follow. Suddenly he found himself sprawled on his back in the middle of the cold tiled floor with Her sharp heel planted firmly in the center of his chest. His eyes flew to Her face in panic before he recalled himself and dropped his gaze from Her. “This pleases Me tonight, boy” Her voice was velvet over steel “but be aware that there are consequences for acting without direction.” She leaned on Her heel and the shoe bit further into his skin. His breath came in short gasps.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I just wished to please You.” She could see the distress on his face. He was sincere. She lifted Her foot from him and bent. Grasping his collar She pulled him up. “Come, boy, come upstairs with Me” She gently kissed his forehead and lead him toward the bath. Gratefully he bowed his head and followed.

I would like to take ballroom dance. Anyone interested in treating Me to the lessons and being My dance partner let Me know.

It had been too long since she had had such an outstanding specimen on his knees before Her. The large muscular body, now with the torso shaved smooth, made Her skin tingle to touch. She fisted Her hand to resist that urge as She looked him over. The iron shackle about his neck was thick and heavy but did not detract from the strength She could clearly see in that magnificent form. Now if only he had a brain to go with it. Curious, She gently raised his chin with one well-manicured finger. This one wisely let his gaze fall down, his eyes almost closed with the angle to which She had raised his head. She smiled, pleased. The last insolent fool had looked Her right in the eye as if he had the right. Well, it would be several days at least before he would be able to look at anyone.

She dropped Her hand and stepped away. She noted his head immediately bowed back down. Very good, she thought, he has some manners. Maybe he could be taught.

She stepped in front of him again. Let’s see if he takes commands, She thought as She watched him.

“Up.”  Immediately he stood with a clink of metal on metal as the chain on his collar shifted. He towered above Her petite frame. She looked above him to the candles in the crude chandelier. Time for a test. Stepping close so Her breasts pressed lightly against his chest She looked toward one candle and demanded “Up” The slave hesitated. She waited to see if he would do as She asked. In one smooth movement he bent and lifted Her easily with one arm high enough for Her to reach the candle She had indicated. She wrapped a leg around his waist and dug the spiked heel of Her strappy shoe into the meat of his ass. The slave didn’t flinch but She noted he was breathing a bit more rapidly.

She reached up, sliding against him, and removed the candle from its holder.  She looked down at the delicious body supporting Her with ease and tipped the hot wax from the melting candle down his back. The slave hissed at the unexpected pain but he did not waiver as he held Her securely above him. Pleased, She ran a hand gently over his face. “Down,” She murmured. She was carefully lowered and set gently on Her feet.

“This one is Mine.”

There was a death in the family. So while beating someone may have helped I just wasn't in the mood.

She lay sprawled across the silky fur blanket on the large bed in the center of the room. Candlelight gilded Her skin in flickers of golden caresses and heat spilled from the massive stone fireplace, keeping her nude form warm and relaxed. She offered Her bare foot to the slave kneeling beside the bed. The chain on his collar clinked loudly in the room as he rose with his head down and eyes averted and carefully reached out to cradle Her foot in his large hands. When he just stayed there cradling Her foot, She glanced over Her shoulder sending Her dark curly hair sliding off Her back; she raised a brow. Immediately, he bowed and began massaging with his thumbs still supporting Her foot with his cupped hands. She sighed and rested Her head on Her crossed arms, closing Her eyes in enjoyment. She allowed him to continue for a few minutes before pushing Her foot into His face. The sudden movement caused him to flinch. She frowned. Seeing Her displeasure, he dropped to his knees with bowed head.

"Forgive me, Mistress. I was startled. I will not fail you again".

She studied him until she could see his nervousness. She thrust Her foot back at him again. This time he rose quickly and raised Her foot to his mouth, worshiping with lips and tongue. She giggled as his tongued swirled over Her toes. He froze. But She just wiggled Her toes, so he continued. With his head down he could not see She watched him but her gaze was so erotic he felt it like a stroke across his skin...

I know I've listed this before...I still get the question and it annoys Me. So here it is, simplified:

I am looking for a part time male slave who is clean, presentable, fit and honest. He will serve Me in a number of areas if he shows skill in them. I am more of a sensualist than a sadist so don't expect pain for no reason, nor do I humiliate without cause. I am looking for a long-term connection with someone close by (or someone who can reliably travel) who can provide his own transport to get to Me. Discretion is a must due to the sensitive nature of both My and My husband's careers. The appropriate slave will only serve Me unless there is ample discussion and agreement otherwise and all parties involved are compatible. Daytime availability preferred. No smoking or drugs. Be prepared to provide a doctor's report verifying health. The slave must not be afraid of or allergic to animals.

Salt

the tang of sweat on reddened skin

the roll of tears as silent testimony

essential to life

as all primal elements

the flow continues

metallic wine of blood

and the flavor of the drink

that sates My parched lips

and in the liquid that fills Me

as passion is spent

the rush of waves to the shore

echoing the thudding beat of hearts

the sting bringing the cycle 'round again

Yes, the last entry was dark and possibly twisted.

I'm in a Halloween mood...the horror.

I stand in the spray.

Muscles relax as heat pores over Me

a gentle slide over silken skin

from the harder force of the initial spray

I revel in the caress

knowing it can't last

I smooth the rivulets down My flesh

and shiver from the cooler drops

dripping from the tips of My hair

already it grows colder

I taste the salt in My mouth

and know

I'm still not clean

When faced with the myriad of life's disappointments

sometimes getting drunk is the lesser of two evils--

or perhaps it is just the easiest.

I don't pretend to always be strong

and in a moment

a careless gesture can cut

deep

enough to draw blood

or perhaps tears

whatever moisture is drawn from me

it offers only distress and some small pain

when I am designed for pleasure and delight

I knew when I started

but continued anyway

through risk we find joy

or are abandoned in our longing

And now for something a little different:

Quiet moments of desperation

Slide

Like water on a window pane

translucent and unremarkable

Rain may cleanse

But silent pain only erodes

All joy

So even when the sun shines through

Not even a streak of the slow sinking path remains

Only the sullen, stagnant pool at the bottom

The darkness at the end

I have been asked before why some Dommes are so unforgiving. My experiences lead Me to understand. When I am open and honest about My situation, limitations and requirements and I invest some of My precious time in getting to know a potential servant-- a servant who has been made clearly aware of My situation, limitations and requirements and has stated he is able to fill the position-- only to discover he has falsely represented himself and never had any intention of following through, it peeves Me. When this happens multiple times I begin to doubt what I am being told. Eventually I will hit a point where I will be that abrupt; tired of the lying and silly games.

I can feel his fear. And desire. I know he wants Me...is terrified of losing Me. Good. The energy rolling from him is intense and delicious. Pure, true feeling. The boy is bound and blindfolded. he can not see Me or tell what I am doing...but he can feel Me. The touch of My hand as it slides over bare, quivering skin. The sharp sting of the cat as it's tails bite. he can smell Me--musk and heat, a touch of exotic. The smell of leather heady in the room. he can hear Me. My throaty laughter, the sharp staccato of My heels on the floor. he may be denied My visage but if he really pays attention he will always know Me. Anywhere.

She is frustrated tonight. Nothing is quite as pleasing as it should be. The chocolate wine in Her hand has become more of object to gesture with than the soothing imbibement it was meant to be. She is hot. Ans sweaty. Growling low, She stands and strips out of Her silken top and shimmies out of Her tight pants. Now in just satin and lace bra and panties and high leather heels, She throws Herself back into a chair. Draping Her legs over the arm She holds Her hand out for Her wine. he is slow this evening.

She stares at him intently as he hurries to bring Her glass. his nervousness makes him clumsy and he spills a bit in his haste. It lands with a splatter on Her leg. She gestures and takes the glass.

"Well? Lick it off"

he drops to his knees and gently licks the wine from Her smooth skin.

Hmmmm. She purrs. And shifts. She points higher on Her leg "And here."

he obeys. She points higher "Again."

Life took Me away for a bit. I should be wandering this way more frequently if something catches My attention. I'm still seeking the servant to fulfill My needs. he must be out there somewhere. Where are you, dear one?

The cat coiled and hissed. It wrapped gently about Her leg as She recalled it. She stared at the welts left on the smooth skin and frowned slightly. This was not Her normal level of expertise...something must be off.

She walked around him. Strung as he was between two marble pillars and bound with black leather and chain, it was unlikely he would be moving to face Her. Her metal-tipped heels made sharp clicks against the cold marble floor. She glanced at his bare feet--he would be feeling that chill by now. She stepped forward and grabbed a cold foot. The motion threw him off balance and he hung heavily on his restraints. Feeling the chill on his skin she pushed a rabbit fur blanket beneath him and continue to survey him. She lifted his chin with the leather wrapped handle of Her cat--the tails swung gently and made slight clacking noises and bits rubbed together. The barbed cat wasn't used often. It could leave marks if used incorrectly, severe blood loss if abused, but the boy had deserved something severe for his crimes. He was not even meant to be before Her but none of the others had the stomach for the deed. So here She stood.

Where have all the good men gone?

Still seeking someone real who wishes to serve, truly serve. Experience not necessary but an honest understanding of your own nature is essential.

Tell Me a story. Make it sensual and earthy. If it inspires Me, I'll respond. If you're truly lucky, I'll enact it on you.

I'm drowning My sorrow and anger. Damn, how much wine does that take?

Drinking out of a mug that states: "Hunt hard, Kill quickly, Waste nothing, Offer no apologies."

Inspiration.

She runs the silky sponge over Her bare skin, leaving a trail of steaming water slicking back toward the froth of bubbles below. Her dark hair shines in wet locks that have escaped the mass clipped atop Her head. She shifts and glances slightly to Her left. The sub has been kneeling silently next to Her bath as ordered. She knows he has been peeking from under his lashes at Her naked body...against orders. She shifts again and notices the tell-tale flicker of his lids.

"boy..." She purrs, " wash My back." The sub stumbles in his haste to reach Her. He leans in to take the sponge from Her hand...and lands with a splash in the tub as She smacks his head hard with Her arm. The sub comes up sputtering and coughing with bubble bath clinging to his face and stinging his eyes.

"I saw you, boy, looking without permission. Perhaps your stinging eyes will remind you to follow orders in the future."

The sub drops his head in shame. "Yes, Mistress."

"Go wash the soap from your face and eyes and return to Me. Eyes down, boy"

"Yes, Mistress"

She smiles as he moves away. Training new servants could be a joy or a royal pain. The new boy was learning quickly. And unlike some of the others, he seemed to be truly submissive. Too harsh of a reprimand and he broke down in tears of sincere regret.

The sub returns and kneels quietly next to Her, head down, eyes down.

"Good boy," She strokes his hair gently, "Get My towel, boy. you may dry Me."

She watches to see if he moves with grace and efficiency like he has been taught. he returns with the warmed towel and gently wraps Her in the scented folds. As he moves around Her stroking Her skin dry, he is careful to keep his head bowed. She nods approval and looks speculatively at Her lotion bottle. Time for a treat.

Tonight I ponder whether those who are being dishonest are truly lying to Me or to themselves. Honesty is such an important piece of this puzzle; directly linked to the delicate and precariously balanced trust. Without them nothing can be sustained for long.

"On your knees, slave"

The crack of the leather whip muffled as it meets skin.

"Moan for Me...Now"

Another crack. A soft moan barely audible over the sharp click of metallic heels on marble.

"Louder." A pause. "Worthless" Almost as a whisper. She turns and commands "Boys, bring Me another. Make sure he has some stamina." She touches the chin of the male being dragged away and as he raises his head she meets his eyes. "The pathetic refuse you have brought Me so far is a waste of My skill." And with that he is dismissed.

Ahhhh... a steamy hot bath with scented candles and soft music and now the decadence of a cashmere sweater against My naked skin. Lovely.

Story time, children.

The patter of rain on the darkened window pane was a soothing backdrop to the steady slap of leather against flesh. A gasping breath…a barely audible moan…accented the rhythm as the stinging staccato continued. He knew it was dangerous to displease the Mistress. She had given ample warning, more so than others would have. It was his mistake in seeing Her generosity as weakness and now he was paying dearly for his lack of discretion. The unfinished wood of the St Andrew’s Cross was cold against his overheated skin; the ropes that bound him secure, unforgiving. Like the Mistress. But you could never tell if She was angry. She appeared so detached, serene even. He could turn his head just enough to see Her profile as She worked. The involuntary spasms each time Her flogger struck him made it difficult to focus and truthfully, he knew if She saw him looking it would be worse for him. And somehow She always saw. How many lashes was that? He had lost count because She had not demanded he count aloud like normal. A sense of panic overwhelmed him as he realized She would expect him to know how many times She struck him. He would be expected to thank Her for each one. His anxiety rose another notch as Her hand grasped his hair and yanked his head back.

“You’re not paying attention.” The words were all the more menacing for their quiet tone. She released his head with a push that smacked it into the side of the wood but he barely felt it. What could he do? How could he fix this? Why had he been so stupid?

The beating had stopped but his mind still raced. Suddenly he felt Her press against his back. Her soft flesh pushing against his burning welts was a combination of bliss and suffering. He whimpered.

Her breath in his ear and Her soft voice “You’re pathetic.”

So, what happens next?

Want.

http://www.dreamloverlabs.com/dl2000.

I have gotten several emails where potential subs tell Me that they are macho in their public lives and not wimpy at all. This phrasing bothers Me immensely. If you are truly submissive that does not make you wimpy and if you feel it does you may want to reevaluate your desires. My servants are confident under My control. They are strong and submissive. True service requires strength and dedication, desire and drive. Don't insult Me or My boys by implying I can only control wimps and they must be wimps to be serving Me.

All wound up and no one to beat. *sigh*

An eight hour coffee date. Delish.

It is interesting that the act of not speaking can be more painful than just speaking the truth. There are cases where ignorance is not bliss.

I am now in Washington state near Ft. Lewis. I am looking for houseboy/body servant/sub to be available as needed for play and service. Be attractive, clean, fit, obedient, and capable of holding an intelligent conversation. If you just want the position of body servant be gorgeous and trainable (the job doesn't require deep intellect) but if you want to be My complete servant you must have a brain as well as a body and know how to use both.

I get a lot of messages. Not all of them are good or worthy of reply but I do get a lot of mail. So, if you want My attention, be interesting, be polite, be sincere. Do not send Me photos of your genitalia unless I request them (Any guesses on how often that request is made?) and remember the proper attitude. I may not have the time or inclination to stop what I'm doing to immediately answer a post from you. It doesn't work that way.

Common questions answered:

I do have open positions that may be filled by one or more quality sub/s on a part time basis.

No, you can't live with Me.

No, I am not interested in online servitude.

No, I'm not secretly a sub hoping some amazingly macho Dom will come and show Me the error of My ways.

No, unless I tell you to do something I'm not interested in you telling Me about it.

I will be moving to Washington state soon. Anyone in that area want to connect?

Insomnia strikes again. Sigh. And no one to beat until I'm more relaxed and then order to massage Me to sleep. Warm milk just doesn't compare.

I've moved to Oklahoma. Anyone around looking to play?

It has been a challenging week. I won't have some free time for a few days. Wait patiently, children. Bothering me will get you nowhere.

I have very exacting standards. If you are out of shape be prepared to be put on strict diet and exercise routines if you wish to serve Me. I demand that My servants be attractive, fit and presentable. If you are unwilling to comply you will not be a member of My household. No exceptions.