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I had an amazing session Friday night. Great mood, great pain, great environment. When he realized that I escaped from my pain into the music he shut it off. 😲 it hurt so much worse all the sudden. |
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Well my next Vegas trip is booked. January 18th through 23rd;) |
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I will be in Vegas from July 13th- July 16th for a girls trip. I'm looking for a sadist for one or more nights while I'm there. Limits will be agreed upon and must be discreet. Please let me know if you're interested |
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There are few things I wouldn't do to have a dominant man to kneel before right now. |
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LA for ten days. Yes please!the motel I'm at has a pool and hot tub. Last night two different couples hooked up in the hot tub and went back to their room together . Niiiice |
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I had a Dom who assigned reading lessons to me weekly and sometimes daily. He always had me up on current affairs. He was strict and disciplined and he expected me to conduct myself like an adult and a lady at all times. He was not a sadist but he was very specific in his wants and his needs. He would be my favorite Dom ever. Despite the lack of pain I was my best self ever when I was with him. I wanted always to please him. I wanted to be a better person a better sub. I wanted to make him happy because it made me happy.
Since then I have learned about my love of pain. I would still be happy if I could find a Dom like my afore mentioned one. Could maybe even go without the pain. |
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I logged on today and the profile I see first is for a 22 year old Dom. I just am mystified at the thought. Everybody has their preference, everybody has their beliefs. To me it's not even a possibility to be a Dom at 22. I believe in the old school having a mentor and learning your way training for years. Some Masters I know trained under women. Some under men. Some were established as submissive for years of their training. They learned how to wield a whip because one was used on them. They learned how to give power and so they know how to use power. They learned how to give pleasure and how to receive pleasure. They know the importance of having a reliable and consistent Master to serve because they had served in a strict home. All of these learned behaviors. How do you learn these skills by twenty-two. I couldn't agree more that some people are more mature than others. Me myself though I want an experienced, white haired maybe grey haired, calloused handed, man of patience and learning to kneel in front of. |
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There Is nothing quite like a hand around my throat. Of my air running out. As tears well and my eyes begin to burn. No more primitive a way to show complete and total control than to stop my one necessary life function |
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A lot of married men have been contacting me lately. Let me say for starters I don't do married. I'm looking to submit and I can not submit to somebody I do lot trust. If you are married and I am your side thing you are either A. Lying to me because I would not get involved with a married man. Or B. Lying to her. Either way there is no trust.
I am, however, very curious.
Sex to me is not fufilling without either the presence of pain, violence, and/or submission. If all three sex is incredibly orgasmic. If only two of three it can still be good. If only one than it must be in an overwhelming quantity. Meaning if I'm not submitting to you there better be a whole lot of either pain or rape style sex. And so on and so forth.
So I guess my question is this, how do you treat your wife? I mean, are you having sex with her? Is it enjoyable? Have you tried to introduce her to pain or submission or whatever your kink is? How bout toys? Do you have toys for pain? If so, where do you hide them? How would you explain the clamps, ropes, floggers if they were found? Do you keep your pain implements at work? What would your boss say? If you have no toys I'm not looking for a responce from you because that tells me you are not truly vested in this lifestyle, you are probably on every dating site just trying to f anything that is dumb enough to spread their legs for you.
As always I'm sure my writings will piss people off. I'm just curious. |
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Yes I loooove to get slapped. I really like the feel of my teeth rattling. The echo of the hollow pop of in my mouth. The way my head feels like electricity goes through it.
However facial bruising is a hard limit. If you can't slap me with out leaving a bruise, you can't slap me. My boss will hold an intervention if I come to work with a black eye |
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Public humiliation or degradation.
Since so many people love this and keep asking me why I don't I figured I would explain here.
I feel that what happens between a Dom and his sub is private. I feel a Dom who has control of his situation and his sub will retain that control in public. Without the use of humiliation. I feel the only reason for public humiliation is to prove to everybody else the control the Dom has. If the Dom needs to prove things to others it is because he is not confident. Either in himself or the control he has over his sub.
My experience is that a Dom who can stop my actions with nothing more than a look is the right kind of Dom for me.
If I were to act out in public, which I wouldn't do as I'm an adult and very obedient, I would relate that to the Dom not having control in the home. If he doesn't have control there he doesn't have control at all and we are not a good Match.
Yes I know that some will be mad at me for this,... It won't be a first. ;) |
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We had been dating for a few months when I remembered why I don't date vanilla. I was so frustrated by this time I knew this would be the last weekend we spendt together.
Here we were driving to Tahoe and I thought back in my memory to why I had given him a chance to begin with. I remembered how he pressed me into the wall and pinned me for kisses. How he would wrap his hand around my throat when he fucked me missionary. How there had been plenty of him biting me till I bled during doggy how roughly he would tweak my nipples when I rode him, even now he had his hand tightly in my hair as we drove. I let out a sigh of disappointment as the potential seemed to be there but how I needed more than just being fucked roughly. Though that part was nice it made it even more frustrating at times.
I unzipped his pants as I figured road head may be fun. He swatted my hand and I set back against the seat. It was snowing out and I guess he needed to pay attention to his driving. I slid my top up over my bra and teased and pulled on my nipples till they got hard and pointy. That landed me with my hair getting yanked back against the chair. I pouted over that fora little while. Maybe a half hour later I was feeling bratty again. I inched my skirt up my thighs and slid it under my ass so my bare ass was on his leather seats and he could see my bald pussy I began to finger myself and my hair got yanked again. I decided this was no reason to stop though so I kept going at determined to leave a wet mess on his seat. He cussed at me and pulled over. He came to my side of the car and pulled me out.
He was pissed and stuttering something about wrecking killing us both or whatever. He pulled me about twenty feet into the embarkment and started looking around. I has really no idea what was happening but thought he looked funny. We were far enough from the road that we could be seen if you looked but there were trees and snow so you would have to actually be looking. I laughed at him wandering around and he came back to me and grabbed my hair half walking me to a tree half dragging. He bent down and picked up a little twig from the grown and pressed me against the tree leaned his elbow into my back and he hit me with the twig three times till it broke. He leaned down still holding me against the tree and picked up another twig and repeated the process again. Then again he did it. The next time the twig broke he dragged me with Gil looking again. He had no idea that what he was doing had my pussy dripping and I was soaking between my legs. He let go of my hair to find another branch and I stood by him and waited as he dug through the snow. Them back to the tree. Again and again the branch broke. The next time he left me standing at the tree and I waited there for him. When he returned I pulled my skirt up around my waist and said "please give me ten"
I wanted to turn and see his face but I just stood there with my skirt around my waist hoping he would do as I asked him to. He didn't let me down.
The branch was thin enough to sting and with enough sap that Everytime he pulled back my skin would rip as the branch pulled away. After ten he felt how wet my pussy was and I could tell he was surprised. Hoping he would fuck me right there in the cold I was definately disappointed as he pulled me back to the car.
He made me sit in the backseat for the rest of the way to the cabin and I fingered myself over and over making myself cum repeatedly as he tried to ignore me.
When we got to the cabin I headed to the shower to get the sap off my ass.
Once out of the shower he told me that it was over as my interests were just to weird for him. He made a fire and I slept on the couch. We left early the next morning and I have been single ever since. lol |
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"Angel's Love of Pain"
Chapter 1 Pain Preference 101
She knew she was in trouble when she heard the fourth and final cuff click into place. Not that she had never been bound before. Being bound was nothing new for her. If she hadn't messed up so badly at dinner she would be excited at being bound rather than being scared.
She had messed up though. Despite the fact that he knew she hated to be on display. He had put her on display for the waiter and a few of the patrons. His blatant disregard for her hard limits had made her mad and caused her to act out.
So now cuffed down tightly to the bench she was more on display than ever she had been before. Spread eagle with her ass in the air and the bench pressing roughly into her tender thighs and her breasts it was somewhat hard to believe. That coupled with her fear were making her heart beat loudly in her throat.
She knew that he sat near her even though he wasn't touching her she knew he was there. She could feel his heat and his eyes boring into her. Sweat trickled on her face and her throat struggled to swallow.
He could smell her arousal but didn't want her to think she was being rewarded. So he waited knowing she was modest and that she was naked and exposed and that would eventually make her feel uncomfortable. He knew eventually she would no longer be aroused and that would be when he would strike. He just had to wait her out which was hard looking at her gaping open. Her lips moist with her nectar her rubbing her clit against the hard wood of the bench. He knew it would not take her long to cum if she kept rubbing do he moved in front of her and placed clamps on her nipples with weights. He knew this would not please her and that pleased him very much. This would help ease her arousal.
He moved back to his seat and noticed she had stopped grinding her pussy on the bench. It wouldn't be long now. He waited breathing quietly until he heard her begin her low pathetic whimper. This was his cue. He got up and moved to his drawers.
From the drawers he pulled out a cane. He swung it through the air. He looked at her trying to turn her head towards the sound. She was bound to tight and became frustrated quickly. He put down the cane and moved to the drawer with the exacto knives. This was like I said before not a reward for her.
He moved to the bench with his little box of knives and took out a pattern. As he pressed it to her ass like a children's tattoo he scolded her for her actions at dinner.
She listened as he berated her. Every point he made every mistake he brought to her attention he knifed the design permanently etching the tiny flower into her skin. Absolute minimal blood shed but intense pain. It felt like heat on her cold skin.
When done he walked away. Grabbing his camera to take a picture he congratulated himself on having a steady hand.
Her legs were shaking from the tense position she held and as the paddle came down across his new design it ripped as scream from her depths. The pain was instant but the surprise cane first. Like rudely pulling a person from sub space by throwing ice water on them.
He rewarded her with a gag to quiet her whining. He hated using the gag because he loved the way she purred as she came undone. The way she moaned as he would slide his fingers roughly inside of her. The gasp he knew was coming as he roughly ripped the clamps from her engirged nipples. He hated to miss it but he knew this was a soft limit for her and he was irked from her actions at dinner.
After pulling the clamp tight he returned to the drawer where he pulled out a purple flogger. He remember her bringing home the flogger and giggling because of the lavender smell of the leather. Her flogger was her favorite right after the cane but it was easy to take something that was her favorite and make her hate it instead.
He used the bench to prop her ass higher up in the air. He stuffed a pillow under her stomach to create a space between her pussy and the bench. He was tempted to kid her ass it looked like a Rose nestled for him to enjoy but he had to seperate the pleasure and pain tonight. Tonight the pain was not for pleasure. She would remember this pain for a long time.
He slapped her gently with the flogger and watched as her lips began to glisten again. He began to strike her harder and she arched as much as she could to receive his pain. He saw her near her climax and knew it was time. He came down hard between her legs knowing that the flogger would wrap around and punish her clit. He knew she was tight and crazy to cum. He knew it would be an almost unbearable pain for her that would pull her from her edge and clear her orgasm.
He knew she would come falling down from her high and crash away from the irgasm she wanted so bad. Again he struck her and again he heard the muffled cries that she could no longer hold back.
She tried to squeeze to the bench and deny access to her clit but the result had been achieved. She couldn't even see cumming anywhere in her future her sight blurred with the one pain she hated. He smiled at her cries and wondered if she was ready to concede. He walked around and kneeled down to make eye contact and she denied him the pleasure of seeing the pain there.
He grabbed her hair and told her to open her eyes. He licked the tear that was dripping down her cheek and she glared at him. He knew from the look that she would not concede and he let her hair go. His tsk tsk Bounced around In her head as she waited for the next onslaught. He knew all of her loves as well as he knew her hates. He knows pain is still something she loves but knows how to issue it in a way that would not be enjoyed.
Knowing her as well as he did he could easily pull her hates from his memory. Knowing her as well as he did he also knew that he couldn't break her. He had tried. He had thought breaking her would be the end game the thing that he had been trying to achieve since he met her. He thought if he had broken her she wouldn't be so strong willed and defiant. These things he could hope for but since he couldn't achieve it he would possibly never know. None of this deterred him from trying though.
She knew that the paddle would be coming. The Steele one with holes. She knew the whip was coming. These were things she would enjoy unless he made her count. He would counter the enjoyment though by leaving the gag in and maybe even using a hood. She hated hoods. They made her feel claustrophobic like she couldn't breathe like there was no light left.
She felt surprised as she heard the clamps release from her wrists and ankles. He left the collar around her neck attatched to the bench. Teasing her with the ability to move even though her legs were weak and her back hurting from the position she maintained.
She rubbed her wrists and her ankles. He eventually gave her enough leash to sit up straight.
He watched as she stretched and looked back at her new art work. She looked up at him and back down at the bruises. It was his favorite to see her like this. Contorting her beautiful frame to be able to look down her sleek back at her ass. He had seen her do this before when she had looked at herself in the mirror to see how her dress hung or if her heels were high enough. He loved to watch her limber body to know that he could bend her in any way. That he could twist her and manipulate her to get the angles he desired and the thought made him hard. He pulled on her leash to get her attention and she looked at him for only a few seconds before she understood what he wanted.
She climbed off the bench and lowered herself to her knees. She put her hands on the ground and crawled till she was at his feet. She looked up at him and he unbuttoned his pants. She slid his pants down his legs. She never broke eye contact as she took him in her mouth and slowly down her throat.
He leaned back against the wall and enjoyed the service. She worked his cock alternating between hard swift strokes and gently taking him all the way down the throat. Almost gagging on his Cock with saliva dripping down her chin. She alternated so he would not come. She loved the way he tasted she loved how he felt so full in her mouth. She would kneel there for hours to service him this way. She loved the way his hands would wrap up in her hair and force his cock down her throat. He was not touching her now though he was just pulling on her leash to change her speed or depth. She watched him
And knew he was contemplating what to do next. She sighed inside and picked up the tempo. She knew making him come would get the punishment back on track. She was ready to be done with the punishment.
He noticed the change and realized what she was doing. He knew it was pointless to face fuck her because she loved it. So he stopped her and brought her to the massage table. He pulled her leash to make her get up on the table. When she tried to sky in her stomach though he quickly tugged her leash hard making her trip off of the table. She climbed up again but laid on her back. She knew where this would lead she knew what she would be giving access to and that if he chose to strap her down she would be an unwilling participant in his game. Of course he would strap her down.
She moved her hands above her head and listened to the click. She spread her legs as he moved to her feet. Click click. Unexpectedly though the next thing that happened was he strapped down her torso. She wanted to look, wanted to open her eyes. But knew if he sense her curiosity the hood would be on that instant. She tried breathing control. She tried to find her happy place. Her curiosity win out though. She opened her eyes and freakier to late that she shouldn't have.
He stood next to her with the clothes pins. He was waiting for her eyes to open. He knew about her breathing technique. He knew she was trying to center. The one place he didn't want her was in her center. He was so much more patient than she was. Something about his age. Something about his experience. Who knows why but he could always out wait her.
She opened her eyes and immediately wished she hadn't. He walked down and placed the pins on her lips lips. There was no great pain in this. It was just the being wide open. Exposed. Vulnerable. When she was angry the last thing she wanted was to be vulnerable. She closed her eyes again but was immediately ordered to open them. He really wanted her to know that she could not hide. When her reaction was slow she felt the cane across her nipples. He had her full attention then.
Is it pointless to glare when you are strapped down and helpless?
Before she could react to the pain another one caught her attention. He flicked her clit making it hard to focus on the nipple pain. Then he slowly began to rub her clit with the imposing finger. As badly as she wanted to deny him this pleasure her body reacted to his knowledgeable ministering on her sex. She moaned and pushed back against the table and against him at the same time. She tried to pull her legs together while trying to pull him in. She was fighting with and for him at the same time until the burn kicked in. Oh my god she yelled. He snapped his hand down on her mouth as she bucked wildly to get away from him. His chili laced fingers still stroking her wet pussy. Tears instantly began to stream as she tried everything to get the pressure and burning to cease. She begged him with her eyes she nodded from left to right she silently shook from the sobs as he continued to stroke her. He confused her body wanting two things so badly at the same time. For him to stop for him to go for the pain to be gone for the pain to stay. He looked at her and chuckled as he lost her to sub space. He put a blanket over her and turned the baby monitor on. He knew this would have to wait til later. He moved into the kitchen thinking about what would happen next.
Chapter 2 Rape |
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While at work the other day our phone guy came in. Handsome older gentleman (52 he told me) to do some work on our phone lines. I'm an administrative assistant to the marketing director for those who do not know.
I chatted him up, he goes to my gym. We talked about lunch places and weekend plans. As I sat and chatted with him I put lotion on my legs and brushed my hair. My main job is to answer the phone and I couldn't do that with him working so I just tried to look busy.
He was sitting on the floor behind my desk when he turned the phones back on. I say down to answer it and kicked him
Accidently. He grabbed my leg and held on to my ankle. I had to turn to type the message which left my legs somewhat spread. I continued to tug my leg so he would let go but he applied pressure an I stopped.
I hung up the phone and he slid his hand up and down my calf and told me the lotion worked great because my legs felt nice. I watched him rub my leg and I felt myself reacting. He slid his hand up to my knee and my legs spread automatically. He left his hand there as we looked at each other. My eyes imploring him to spread my legs the rest of the way and him just watching my reactions.
We heard a noise from down the hall where the offices were and the concentration broke. He pinched the inside of my thigh than user my legs to stand up. He kissed the top of my head and said goodbye.
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You know there is that one person in your BDSM voyage that changed your thinking about everything? For me that man was Michael. Despite being a slave for a decade I wasn't a maso. I guess I always was but never really knew it. I knew I enjoyed pain but not to what extent it would consume me.
The night I met Michael he was very matter of fact. Come to my house without a bra, wearing heels and something sexy. He had sent me pictures of his benches, his clamps, his whips his paddles, and his hitatchi. I had never had any used on me.
I walked in his door. He inspected me and told me I would do. I was directed to take all of my clothes off and to lean across the bar in his kitchen. I had barely even stepped in the front door. There were no niceties, no please, no thank you. He said it than he walked away. He expected compliance and didn't doubt for a second that I would do as I was told. I did. He returned and without a word picked up a paddle. He swatted me ten times as I gripped the granite and the pain went through me. I remember the cold counter top being such an opposite of the heat spreading across my ass. He put the paddle down and picked up the flogger. I remember wondering how my legs and ass must look. He let me up and gave me some of his beer and we moved into his living room. I wanted to ask to take off my heels because my legs were shaking and I didn't want to fall. I mentally tried to figure out if I would be more emberrased to ask or more emberrased to fall. Michael walked me around his house and gave me a tour. He took me outside and showed me his pool. Then brought me back to his playroom and showed me his benches. I was excited but scared all at the same time. My pussy was dripping wet and I had already cum once.
I remember being handcuffed and I remember straps. I had my stomach and the inside of my thighs whipped. I was reprimanded for covering my nipples but I hated nipple todture(I figured that out that night). Michael than tied me down. He put his hitatchi on my clit and forced my orgasm. I remember bursting into tears after I squirted the first time because I thought I had peed. I was so emberrased. Michael just laid across my chest and forced orgasm after orgasm. I was on his couch alone trying to compose myself while he drank in his kitchen. I finally joined him at the table and I shared his beer with him. He put the clover clamps on and tears welled up in my eyes. He told me not to cry he would only leave them on for five minutes until I could get used to them. I sat there listening to him talk and watching the clock tick by. So slow. At five minutes I brought it to his attention and he told me I would wait until the end of his story. He also told me if I interrupted him again I would sit for five more minutes. He talked about enemas and using the bench the next time so that he would have access to all of my holes. He took off the cuffs. Then he took off the clamps. I couldn't believe the pain actually got worse when he took them off. He tried to rub circulation back into my nipples and I swatted his hand away from me. He slapped me across the face. Hard and told me not to ever do that again. I rubbed my nipples and he was right. It did help.
Michael than told me to get on my knees in the kitchen. I waited as he pulled his pants down and showed me his cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked it and caressed his balls. I has wanted him in my mouth all night and I wanted to suck his cock good after how many times he has made me cum. I wanted him to invite me back.
All of the sudden I was being whipped again. He would hit me and the tail would go between my legs and slap my pussy. I came again and I knelt on his floor whimpering as he continued to fuck my face. He came in my mouth and as I swallowed it I looked up at him. He was very pleased with me and slapped my face again. This time more gently. He helped me up and I finally got to take off my shoes. We say some more and every so often he would reach over and pull on my nipple. It hurt but I just accepted that this is how it is. We finished the beer and he stood up and put his hand out to me. We walked down the hall to his room. He took off everything but his boxers and got into bed. It was 5:42 in the morning and I had to be at work at eight. I climbed into bed with him and slept for an hour. I crept out of bed at almost seven. Picked up my clothes and got dressed. I locked the door on my way out.
That was the night I learned I was a maso.
Earlier this week Michael called me on the phone. When I said hello and he said "hi Nene" the whole night came rushing back. And my pussy started to drip.... |
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I got this message on today. Just wish I could copy and paste it. I'm giddy from it.
Thank you for meeting me for lunch on Friday. I enjoyed your company and noticed you enjoyed mine as well. I have made reservations for dinner on Thursday night. I know your schedule so the reservation is for nine which will give you time to go home after practice shower and be at the restraunt. Some time tomorrow you will need to go to the Galleria and retrieve this dress from Macys. I have purchased it in what I presume is your size I have attached a copy of the receipt in case you have any issues picking it up. I expect you to wear the dress, the shoes you wore on Wedbesday when you sent me the first picture of you, and thigh highs. The bra you will have to choose to accentuate the dress and I'm sure I do not need to tell you that panties will not be worn. If I needed to tell you than I just did. Please take note that I will never appreciate you wearing panties and will consider it disrespectful if you are wearing then when you are with me.
I know how I would like the night to end and therefore I will being my back with items we will both enjoy. However I'm not rushing you and I will expect for you to ask me to stay with you if it is what you wish as well.
Do not anticipate that because it is your choice whether or not I stay that night that any other of your choices will be made by you. If you decide to let nest at the night it will be the last choice made by you......
This man knows exactly what I need and want. Who knows how it will end but it's off to a great start. |
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Ummmmm there is nothing finer than the touch of an older gentleman. The feel of time roughened hands calloused from hard work. A man who can command attention without saying a word. Who can instill fear with a simple look. Who can demand obedience with a phrase.
The man who knows when you I am nearing the edge. Who sees in my shallow breaths that I need to be pushed just a little bit further, hit a little bit harder, loved just a little bit deeper.
The knowledge and the cockiness that makes me crave more time, more orders, even micro management.
Umm how I miss that control!! |
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I always wanted to try knife play was the only thought as I felt the blade slide up my thigh. The tip was digging into my skin just enough to cut me. It wasn't really painful but the sweat was making it sting. I exhaled, slowly, trapped in my own little ecstasy as the blade traveled across my waxed pussy and the cold contrasted with the heat of my skin. A moment of wonder as I thought how a cut would feel on my lips that were swolen from being roughly fucked. I didn't think on it to long as the blade traveled up to my belly button from there. I inhaled and sucked my stomach in when I relaxed. I felt your movement on the bed as you put the knife down and picked up and exacto blade. The first cut like a paper cut across my lower belly and I began to hold my breath as you carved what I later learned was a rose onto my lower stomach. It seemed like a few hours as you would cut me across my thigh and under my breasts to remind me that I should be aware of my entire body. I felt you slide your fingers into my pussy to gauge if I was still enjoying the pain and you knew I still was. The design took you under an hour but I drifted in and out of my euphoric state as the cuts came and the rose was delicately finished. |
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I was asked today about aftercare. I asked him if the aftercare was for me or him? He stated the beating was for me the aftercare was for him. I guess I owe him then. Aftercare it is lol. |
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Gentleman, I understand that my profile states I'm willing and able to relocate. This is the truth. However that is only for ownership. I will not move for a play partner. Nor will I drive for hours for play. I'm conveniently located between to large cities with a large bdsm base. Far enough from my home to be discreet close enough to it to be a great way to spend a day and sometimes evening. There are four sadist local to me who will come to me or meet in a place we choose for a session. They are all very well reputed and we play together well. There is a gentleman here that I have spoken to about going to his place for weekend or possibly more visits. He is somebody I would consider as an owner though not for play. Please keep this in mind when you contact me about play and you want me to come to you. Unless you are very skilled with a cane (my favorite) and I'm aware of your skills I probably will not be coming to you anytime soon. However if you come to me or we meet somewhere agreeable and you rock my world than there are few things I won't do for you. |
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I've been doing it wrong. All these years and I just found out now. I guess me repeating it twenty to thirty times in my journal entries and even my profile does not make it clear. I like pain.
This weekend I met with a sadist from Sacramento not to far from my home. He invited me to a dungeon for a session after we had both checked each other's pasts and met for coffee a couple of times. We had, what I thought, was a great play session. There were canes(my favorite toy for play), there was a wooden horse, and there were weights for nipple and lip torture(not my favorite admittedly). I have some beautifully done welts and bruises. It's majically sore to sit and to put a bra on. I'm content from our play. Apparently he was not. I guess his satisfaction is from tears, screams, anguish. The only noise he heard from me were the sounds of a kitten. A gasp of pleasure and sighs of contentment. At one time the blissful sounds of a pain induced orgasm. The issue being that I had no idea that his reason for causing me pain was to elicit the pained yelps, begging for him to stop, and yes most importantly tears. I wasn't trying to be strong. Pain does not affect me in the same way it does somebody who is not a maso. This is what I enjoy. I did cry once I may cry again. It's not that I don't want to cry, it's just that I have not reached that level in a very long time. I'm sorry to the Dom I played with this weekend. It wasn't my desire to make your time less enjoyable than mine. I really hoped it would be mutually beneficial. |
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Everybody is different. Everybody has different triggers and things they enjoy or don't. For me I'm a maso so threatening me with pain is silly. Rewards of pain however are very effective. I've written a lot of journals some of them are experiences some are opinions like this one. I do not expect anyone to read them all but my profile is short and specific. If nothing else you should familiarize yourself with that before you contact me.
1) I'm a maso.
2) I like older men.
3) I'm monogamous.
Most other things are negotiable however these three are not. |
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I went to Texas for a week to help my friend with her preperations for her collaring ceremony. While I was there I got to meet many friends of her Master. Men that were of the age and caliber I enjoyed but mostly business partners of his and I didn't see any with the sadistic traits I enjoyed. There was one though that I had hoped would have potential. Ended up that he was not the dominant for me as I later found out he was in a relationship but before that we had quite an awesome morning once.
Tuesday night I was helping clean up dinner in Jenies Masters kitchen. I dropped a bottle of olives on the ground as I knew there were many sets of eyes on me I took my time to bend over and pick the olives up one at a time. Then got on all fours to wipe the floor with a cloth. I looked behind me invitingly to the afore mentioned gentleman. Saw that his eyes were on me and smiled and looked back at the floor to finish my task.
I didn't have the pleasure of seeing him on Wednesday but took pleasure on myself thinking about him. As I twist my nipples to elicit some pain wishing there were clamps readily available to me somewhere. Thinking about Jenies proclivities and wondering how out of line it would be to join her and her Master before she was collared. Knowing they were right down the hall and I would never be turned away. I fingers myself til I came all over the satin sheets in the guest room.
I got up Thursday morning early to run. I pulled on some jogging shorts, a bra and a tank top. Bent over grabbed my shoes tied them on and headed to the garage to stretch.
I saw him I the dining roomas I passed through it but had my headphones in and didn't acknowledge him as I was not made up and on my way to work out. I got to the garage. Jenie would not be up for hours and her Masters car was gone. I thought it curious that his friend was here but was in a zone. I moved to the middle of the garage moved my feet together and bent over in half to put my hands on the cold cement if the floor. Feeling a nice stretch in my hammies I then felt a hand on my back stopping be from straightening up. Then my shorts were roughly pulled down my thighs and left around my ankles. I tried to stand up but the hand held me down firmly. My feet were kicked apart roughly as if the man were a cop. I would have fallen if not for the hand holding me down. Then he roughly forced two fingers in my pussy. I gasped in surprise and in pleasure. In and out he traced his fingers inside of me and I began to arch my back to give him more access. I stepped out of one side of my shorts and spread my legs farther. By doing so I presented a pretty view of my tight bum hole and with the arch in my back I was open and inviting. He pulled his coated fingers out of my pussy and used one finger to lube my ass. He moved the hand he used to hold me down as I was willingly holding my ankles now with no interest in straightening up. He slid his thumb in my pussy then quickly replaced the finger in my ass with his freshly wettened thumb. The other two fingers went back to my Pussy where he found my Soaked clit and pinched it roughly. I came from the thumb in my ass and the pain on my clit and I heard him chuckle at my obvious reaction to the pain he inflicted on me. By now his hands were soaked and I was coming almost uncontrollably. I had moved my hands to the car in front of me and let my head hang between my shoulders. I moved one hand to my ass cheek to pull them wide so he could have better access to my bum hole.
I heard him Undo his zipper and turned around to see his cock spring out of his pants. He was rock hard and there was precum glistening on the tip. I wanted to turn around and swallow the sweet cum but I was pushed against the car and he slid his hard cock deep into my pussy. I wanted to bend over and take him deeper but I was pushed against the car his teeth biting into my shoulder and unable to move. I felt his teeth begin to tear at my skin and a hand roughly grab my breast and squeeze. My breath caught in my throat and then I felt his hand there. He pulled out of my pussy and I felt him pushing at the entrance to my ass. I had only done that a few times and never without lube. I tensed up in an effort to deny him and began to protest. His hand moved from my throat to my mouth and he pressed me harder against the car. His legs punning me against the car and keeping me from being able to close them. He roughly fingered my ass and made me wetter. I felt my ass tear and the pain made me cum more. He rubbed his dick against my torn hole and I waited for the penetration which came rough and hard as I screamed into his hand. He fucked me relentlessly pounding my sore ass and tearing me as he penetrated over and over. I pushed against him and felt an orgasm begin in my body. It was taking hold and gripping me. My head was fuzzy and the pain pushed me past my limits as I began to squirt all over the floor in the garage. My contractions pulled him with me. He pulled out his cock and came on my ass cheeks jerking and squirting while I remained pinned. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear something about cleaning up the cum from the floor. But it was then that the garage door started to roll up. He leaned down and pulledhispants up but kept me pinned against the car. When Jenies Master drove in he saw us standing there. Me with cum
Dripping off my ass and down my legs. His friend with a huge smile and pulling his clothes back up. He parked and got out of his car to come look at me. He stroked my face and his friend let me go. I quickly pulled on my clothes and moved past the men out of the garage and back to the house. And I wondered to my self if Jenie knew what she was in for? I knew that look and if I had said yes there would have been no question. But then again, I do not know it may be just what she is into. |
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My sister is very lucky. By sister I mean twin and by twin I do not mean identical. My sister never struggles with identity or purpose or anything else. And now she has the perfect Master.
My sister has taken a similar journey to mine, introducing me to this site and others. Sharing information with me and teaching me caution.
Though we are twins I find that our differences are not just physical. As she is lean and a red head not nearly as curvy as I. I'm blonde and curvy and enjoy those curves so very much. We both have hair to the middle of our back and blue eyes and we both work out daily. This is truly where our similarities end.
My twin owns businesses and is alpha and in control of everything until it comes to her Master. Where I am submissive in every way but at one time took on a submissive to explore my dominant side. Needless to say I did not enjoy being dominant and released my sub quickly.
Now I have to admit I'm jealous and once agsin in awe of Eva. She has found (or he has found her) the most wonderful Master.
We both met him at the same time as it was a vanilla setting and there was not intent on meeting anybody just two girls out for dinner and drinks while my sister was working in New York. He sent us drinks and was about to be dismissed until we saw that he was gorgeous. I now know he is 57, salt and pepper hair about 6'1" nicely built. He was well spoken and very obviously in control. Eva and him exchanged numbers and have been seeing one another since New Year's Eve.
I received the invintation to the collaring ceremony set for June thirteenth. Of course thst means I'm traveling back to New York and will study for the week.
The most amazing thing is my sisters transition.
She works now less than ever before. There are times when you can find her without her phone. A never before thing.
I'm very happy but very in awe and I'm just wondering where my Master is? |
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I'm friends with multiple poly people. They all have different relationships. Poly is as different as kinks. Just because one is kinky doesn't mean the same things will attract them as attract me.
Poly is so unique though. I have two groups of poly that are triangles. The two women and one man all have equal roles. I have one poly group of friends that is one man and three women and the women are sisters and each of their roles is equal. And they sleep with one another and they sleep with him and sometimes he sleeps with all three. I've never heard a jealous word out of any of the women's mouths. (I'm very jealous and possessive) than I have a poly group that are two men and two women and the women are both submissive to both of the men but only one man is head of the household and the second man does not submit to him.
Than of course there are some poly groups where there is a couple that are both dominant. And finally I have a poly set of friends that the husband is hoh. The woman submits to him but all additional slaves submit to both of them. However she is not dominant.
I think poly is awesome not for me but awesome
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Always quite pleasant when you realize somebody you're intetested in is dominant and you had not been aware before hand.
I had dinner plans with a friend and I called to reschedule. He told me no. I liked it. I changed my entire day around to meet with him at the agreed upon time and things were uphill from there.
He was a man I used to work with often, but I had never thought of him that way. He was commanding throughout dinner and myself and others fell quickly under his spell.
I found myself very eager to please him and to be pleasing. I took his suggestions on my meal. He chose to walk home instead of drive. He held my throat as he kissed me goodnight.
So very simple so natural and the sweetest dreams one could have.
I guess the only lesson is if you are trying to hard you will miss the things right in front of you. |
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It's to much fun to say this again. I am submissive yes. I am a pain slut yes. I want to submit to a man who is better than I am. All of these things are true.
The truth is when it comes to finding a good sadist I do not have a problem. It's when I'm trying to find a Master that is when issues arise. I would much rather submit than be whipped. I do however compensate one for the other. If I can not submit I will take pain. Lots and lots of yummy pain. That does not make me any less submissive. It simply makes me a little more playful.
However I have found all of the play pals I require. I'm not looking for more fun. I'm looking for the one. |
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I have been told that I'm making a joke of this lifestyle by implying it is completely sexual. I guess I have done this with my journals. So to all whom I have offended 1 I am sorry if you feel my beliefs that sex are greatly intertwined in bdsm have offended you. 2 please feel free to stop reading my journals now because as I do agree with you that bdsm is not 100% sexual I do believe that it is a very real part of it and my feelings on the matter are not likely to change.
Not that I have anything to prove..... The Dom that I respected more than any other never made love to me once as he was unable to make love to me due to age and medication. We were together for several years. |
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My moods change from time to time. Everybody's do. It's allowed. My needs, wants, & desires change also. So yes I'm accepting of friends. Yes sometimes I enjoy lots of conversations with people I may never meet. But currently I'm on the prowl. I have an itch I want/need scratched. Though I will be respectful to all that message me I will not carry on long conversations with people that will not - can not fill those needs. It's been to long since I've submitted control of my mind to somebody and so that is what I'm looking for now.
Play is great but please remember tops come a fine a dozen. I have a few good sadist I call when I crave pain. You surely can get added to that list. However the list I'm working on right now is the list that will have a man that can collar me.
So though my profile states that I like to have lots of friends I find that category full right now. Please don't be offended if I politely decline. It's not personal I just have an itch. |
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Found the absolute perfect Master here. Than realized he was only intetested in online. How can one only be interestedin words on a paper. I guess if this is what you long for you will find many perfect matches because anybody can say what you want to hear from behind a computer screen. Anybody is perfect if you are only using your imagination without real time service |
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I had a session yesterday with a sadist that I adore. I jump at the opportunity to spend time with him. Well I usually don't jump but would if he told me to. He's been in Argentina for a few months and he called me because he knows I'm always interested in trying new things.
So he came over with his bag of toys and I kneeled patiently by the door legs spread, blindfold on, palms up. The only thing I was wearing was a thick bow tight across my nipples cutting into my heavy breasts, and my heels. I found it hard to keep the smile off my face because it had been so long since I played and he promised me the new things he learned were right up my alley.
He stood me up and cuffed my ankles to a spreader bar. He slid his hand up and down my thighs and make me shiver in anticipation.
He pulled my wrists above my head and cuffed them together and looped them from a hoop in the ceiling that usually holds a plant. I couldn't help the smile then because the memory of when I had put them up. The neighbor that helped really had no idea at all and that thought made me smile even more.
He pulled the ribbon from my breasts and used it to give me paper cuts across my stomach and each of my thighs. Though this was not new it still hurt very much. I felt him tug on my skin and I knew as he wiped his fingers across my lips that there was blood from the cuts. I hear his bag unzip and I take a deep breath. I know from past play that he is not a fan of gags so I'm surprised as he loops one around my head and inserts the ball into my mouth. A little harder to smile now. The fear and anticipation of what's to come begin to build inside my stomach and I begin to feel faint. The feeling last for less than a second as I feel him rub salt against the paper cuts. If the gag were not in place I surely would have screamed as little pieces of salt wedged into the tiny cuts on my thighs. Back to his bag he returns with a bottle that I hear him open by my ear. Always one to remove one or two senses to heighten the others be then moved the bottle beneath my nose. I couldn't tell quite what it was but the heat made my eyes water and tears wet my blindfold. He put the bottle down and he was back in his bag. He pulleda rope between my legs and fastened it around my waist. The knots from the rope rubbed on my clit and my ass and I was soon rocking against them. Not really knowing that I was doing it but loving the way it felt I brought myself quickly to orgasm. As I ride the waves to orgasm I felt the first sting of the whip. He had laid it down across my lower back and the tongue whipped around to my hip. I jerked against my cuffs and stumbled from the spreader bar. Now with the orgasm stronger I felt stars behind my eyes then the second and third whip both catching me in approximately the same spot. More ready for them now I didn't jerk as hard and I kept my feet under me. I felt my body turn hot and then began to feel sweat drip down my thigh. Two more tags with the bull whip and I actually could feel the skin break under the pressure. I had completely forgot the bottle. Until he put the first drip of chili on my skin. He had waited until I was deep in my pain before he put the chili on and again I had to be grateful for the gag as the scream ripped through me and real tears dripped down my face.
So this is what he had learned in Argentina? I thought it cruel of him to give me such a sweet pain followed by such an unreal one. He began to paddle me which is something I barely enjoy but a I was thinking about the pain on my things and hips anyways not so much my bottom. I tried to focus on my bottom rather than the unpleasant pain but it was present in every way and I was unable to block it out.
The paddle stopped and then another bottle opens by my ear. It's slid under my nose again but between the tears and the earlier smell I barely get a hint of mint. I didn't wonder long as the cooling sensation spread across my bruised ass and I was instantly cold. It was so strange to feel like my body was on fire as I stood there shaking from the cold. He started to cane the inside of my thighs which reminded me of the blood boiling in my body and with every shake I felt cold and hot at the same time. My body began to acclimate and I enjoyed the feelings if the canes he worked over my body until he put them down. I heard him put on the gloves and knew he had on my favorite set. At first he gently grabbed my breasts all of the pins pushing lightly into my body. I arched into him and putted into my gag. He grabbed my breasts tighter and I felt the pins slide into my skin for one second and then he moved. Again he slid them into my body and again I arched into him. He then moved one hand to my ass and was kneading my ass and my breasts at the same time. Gently than roughly. Pricking me and pulling me working over my assmy nipples my lips my back. I was moving against him and the rope and enjoying the sensations until they stopped. I sighed as he moved away. But when he returned he had both bottles. He took turns funding me hot than cold. Feeling so good and than so bad. Soothing my pain and bringing it back. He ended with caning me across my sore breasts and was able to orgasm once more. I still am not sure if I enjoy Argentina or not but I hope we play again soon. |
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If you made your profile any day after fifty shades was released do not bother contacting me.
I'm a submissive maso with a sadistic streak and I will emberrass you if your knowledge on bdsm is less than mine. |
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Submission is more than play. Giving my body to somebody is a completely different thing than giving them my submission. Like I've said before, I can play with women but I will never be owned by one.
I can play with a man but not be owned by him either. Not that I generally make it a habit to play with people I'm not interested in being owned by. I won't say it hadn't happened though. For a year I was in a relationship with a man who came to my place once a week to tie me up and whip me nothing more than that. I never submitted to him. I filled a need for him and he did the same for me in return. It was not a d/s relationship it was a sado maso relationship.
These relationships are easy to come by. Let's face it I'm cute and I have a body that's perfect to beat.
What I lack is the man that can control me. The one that I want to kneel for. This is not so readily available.
I wish to serve. To obey my Master. To go through protocol to be micro manager even. To have the choices removed from me to have my days decided.
The feel as a man clenches his hand around my throat I can feel any day. The one who clenches his fist around my mind is the one I'm searching for. |
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I had wanted to try Anal sex but it just wasn't my Masters thing. Now that that relationship has ended I'm glad to say I've had it now and may be addicted to it.
From the first moment I was forced to wait. This Dom knew exactly how to stall my every desire and he reminded me repeatedly that I was here for his pleasure not the other way around. Despite the fact that every slap of the paddle and every sting of the whip was incredibly pleasure able it was for him and not me that we were there.
After a fierce session that lasted over two hours , then a nice nap wrapped in my pain we got started on the play.
I had heard you can not use to much lube when it is your first time and he deffinately took that to heart. I was on all fours and felt the lube as it was dripped at the opening of my ass. Not directly on my hole as I suspected but pouring over my entire ass. The warm wet liquid found it's way into every place there was an opening and I arched my back more so the juicy mess ran along my pussy and down my thighs. It felt so warm and just perfect to be a wet mess when I was do excited to finally be doing this.
The lube was followed by his hands. As if I had not soaked enough of this up he had more on his hand and he was rubbing my cheeks and my back and down my crack with his hand. If I could have spread my legs farther I think I would have needed a hinge. I was so open and wanted for him to do it so bad.
Then he began to push gently on my hole not penetrating at all just rubbing the hole and pushing against me slightly. I dropped from my hands to my elbows my ass as high as I could possibly get it. Wiggling against his finger making sure I was open. Purring in appreciation moving against his thumb. I'm not sure at when I reached behind me but I became aware that I was spreading my ass for him wanting so bad for him to penetrate me to stop playing with me to plunge inside and fill me. I heard him laugh and threaten to bind me I didn't take his threat seriously and kept pushing against him while he tortured me. He did finally bind me and that's when I got scared. I know I wanted this. I really really did but being bound meant I couldn't stop if I had wanted to.
This was a brief thought though as he began to train me again I turned into his wanton little slut arching as much as I could pulling against the bindings in my hands and feet trying once again to force his penetration.
The Dom was more of a safist than I knew with the way he tortured me. He eventually slid one finger in me and I whimpered maybe even begged for more. I was on the brink of cumming for so long. The anticipation of getting fucked in my ass for the first time the enema the lube the hours of pain before I was going out of my mind and the sounds coming from me were barely human.
He slid a second finger in me and I came rediculously hard. If I could have thought about it I would have known there would have been a punishment coming but stars were popping behind my eyes and there was nothing but sensation until I eventually felt a single tail come down across my shoulders.
All whole different sensation all together. Not completely good but nowhere near bad.
He struck me five times just enough to have me refocused. He said something about me being an anal slut with no effort at all and undid my wrists.
He commanded me to lay on my face and stick my ass in the air and I eagerly did as I was told. He directed me to lift my arms and I he grabbed each of my wrist. He then placed the tip of his dick at my hole and began to penetrate me. I knew he was barely in but I felt full. As he moved in he would stop after every inch and gauge my reaction. My face was in the pillow or he would have heard me alternate between screaming whimpering and pleading. At first pleading for him to stop but then pleading for more. With every additional inch I tightened around him. I ripped I tore I was full but then I became ready. He was not putting inches in me I was. Everytime I got used to the feel of his cock inside me I was leaning more into him. Craving his cock wanting to be filled by him. Needing more. I kept going back on him till I literally thought I would tear in two pieces.
When I stopped pushing against him he pulled me deep onto his cock. That scream he deffinately heard. I know because he was excited by It and he slammed into me again.
I never realized how bad it would hurt. I also never realized how full and possessed I would feel. I started to match his strokes meeting him And helping him get deep within me. Waiting for his plunge and opening up to his assault. I felt myself orgasm once right after the other. The pain and the fullness penetrating my fog and driving my insane primal need for him.
I have no idea how long he fucked me like that I know he eventually let go of my wrist and began holding my hips. I put my hands on the headboard and pushed deeper onto him.
He pulled out to cum. I don't know why he would ever want to take his cock out. I didn't feel empty right away because of the pain but I do know I didn't want it to stop. He came hard and left it all over my back. I layed back down on the comforter tired and sated. He rolled over and pulled me to him by my hair. He kept a tight grip in my hair until he dosed off to sleep. I laid there wondering if he was going to want to do it again when he woke up? ;) |
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If there is anything I have learned here it is that domination is in you or it's not. You can not teach a person to be dominant. Submissive yes. Especially women. I have, within relationships, helped women become submissive. Even if they did not realize what was happening they would slowly enter the role. Having dinner ready, running a bath, asking for permission. Things that come naturally to any person who was raised with respect. They may be taught through ritual, they may just learn it and surprise themselves, they may have to be broken into it. However it can be taught Male or female.
However dominance is a total and complete different story.
You have it it you do not. It can not be taught. You can not let a horse go and expect it to lead the carriage. It's very frustrating to meet the perfect man and he's only lacking the one thing. Just do not try. You will be crazy with the effort. You either lead or you do not. You either get a job and never move up, or you excel at everything life throws at you.
I have dominant traits and I'm very dominant at work. I just do not want this for my relationship.
A switch I am not. Just going to return to bring submissive and look for what makes me happy.
A sensual sadist who wants to mark me control me and love me. |
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I keep getting asked what kind of vanilla things I like because there must be some vanilla in every relationship right? Well if you say so. Here goes a list.
I like classic cars and classic men.
I have a Harley if you don't you will never understand my love for it. That is ok you do not have to love my bike just know that I do and that will not change in the future.
When a man puts on a suit my panties fall off. I think this is something about gravity I'm just not sure. The same thing happens when a man comes in greasy from working on the car or sweaty from cutting wood. Damn gravity. There's nothing that is sexier than a man who has a brain and works hard.
I love women for their bodies and men for their minds. Not to say that I couldn't love a woman's mind. I simply prefer for a man to touch my head and my heart and a woman to touch my naughty spots. That being said I prefer men to be cuddly. I've dated guys with six packs it's mostly what I encounter at work and at the gym. I don't like it. If a man is solid than he is not comfortable to sleep with. Flexibility is nice inside and outside of the bedroom.
Movies are hard for me because I don't sit still well. Outside activities are the best.
I'm a girl who enjoys camping fishing dirt bikes and men that can fix things.
I like macho I like jealous but I do not like to be suffocated. I'm not sure where the line falls
I play soccer, I mix a mean drink, I like books. If this is not enough for somebody than I just have to admit it. There's not much more than a pretty face;). |
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Late last night I was in a loving mood. It was cold outside, I had a few drinks, and I did not want to be alone.
I called a friend that is a sub who I knew for a few years. It has been the fantasy of a lot of our past Doms to see us play together or to Dom us both but we have never done it because of our friendship. But I was selfish last night and I wanted to play and I was lonely and had to much to drink so I called her over.
She knows about the journey I am taking and she knew I wanted to play and she surprised me by coming over and wearing exactly what I requested her to wear.
I know she is no where near the level of massochism as I am but I felt somewhat sadistic and wanted to see my marks on her body.
She was so willing to let me cuff her hands and suspend her from my door frame. I left her legs free as I never thought I would whip her hard enough for her to struggle. I flogged her gently enough to turn her red but not anything else. I constantly watched her breathing loving the sound of her breath catch and her gasps. I also checked her wetness often and asked her to many times if she was ok. With her bound and red in so many places I was very excited but I was holding back and I was starting to feel primal and I wondered how far I could push her. Not wanting to scare her but wanting to truly let go. So I got a cane and I hit her gently all the length of her body making her sensitive and when she got used to the massage I hit her hard the first time on her rounded ass. I heard the cane go through the air and I felt the impact and I heard the gasp but I'm not sure if it was mine or hers. The welt began to raise and I touched it gently. I looked into her eyes and they were wide and a little unsure. The look made me tight and I felt myself dripping between my legs. I bent down and kissed the welt and the tension eased a little until I hit her again. Still on the ass but avoiding the earlier mark. The sound, the look, the tightness in my gut, all again and more cum. I reached inward wiped my thighs stuck my fingers in her mouth forcing her to suck my cum off of them. She sucked greedily I pulled my fingers out grabbed her by her hair and kissed her deeply. Tasting myself on her and pinching her nipple hard not letting her pull away when she tried and inhaling her gasp as she tried to protest.
I let go of her quickly pushed her away and smacked her three times hard not giving her time to think in between. More welts and then I actually saw fear in her eyes. I know I should have stopped then but just could not bring myself to stop. I was so tight, so wet, and felt a little wild. There were tears dripping down her cheeks and I did not know if she was scared to say red or scared for me to stop. I hit her across the shoulders where her hair covered most of her back. I know from experience this will absorb most of the sting. I heard her whimper and I almost came undone. I wanted more than anything to hit her again but I began to think I might lose control. And I knew if this light snack had made her whimper she would not take much more. She was being brave and I figured I had caused her more pain than she was used to as she is by no means a pain whore. I undid her hands and walked her to the bed. Laid her on her belly and kissed every red spot on her body. I was still turned on and really wanted to fuck her with my strap on but was worried about the damage I may have already done.
I stroked her between the cheeks and slid my tongue in her ass. I slowly and gently sucked her while gliding my fingers roughly along her clit, In her pussy and around her clit again. Pinching it gently and feeling her arch her back so I could get deeper in her ass. I took my lubed fingers sliding them gently inside of her ass and feeling her open for me.
I took this as an affirmation that she would welcome my strap on and I put it on. She sucked and licked my strap on as I continued to work my fingers in her ass. I got the lube and I pulled her from my bed and had her stand up with her elbows pressed into the pillows. I fucked her roughly still feeling primal and looking for that release. I never found it but I was glad she did.
I know next time I will play harder. I want someone who will take the pain I want to give. I want someone who will not tell me no. I want someone who wants to be hurt the way I want to be hurt. |
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Last night I worked with a Dom/Domme couple. They were both great and they brought their sub with them.
I was really excited as they come highly recommended in the community I'm from.
The sub who is a pain slut and so very cute was the funniest and naughtiest girl I have ever met.
I was allowed to paddle and flog her. I have not graduated to whips or canes yet as there is a lot of damage I can do if it is done wrong.
As I paddled her I saw her creamy wetness dripping down her thighs. I was so excited I slid two fingers inside her to feel the affect of my work. My fingers were wet and gooey when I pulled them out. I was almost tempted to stick them in my mouth but I stuck them in hers instead. I got a huge smile on my face when she began to suck and lick them. Right before this whipping session turned sexual the Domme stepped in to show me how to fist her.
I've never been fisted it is actually a hard limit for me but this subbie wanted it and I wanted to learn. The Domme showed me how, she helped me and taught me how to stimulate her g spot once I was in and how to drag my nails across her when coming out. It was crazy to have my whole hand inside her but it created the desired affect and I was covered with even more cum.
The Dom came to join us and showed me some different techniques that were equally arousing for the Domme.
Then the greatest thing happened though. The Domme was on all fours and getting fisted by her Dom. He told me to rim her and I did as I was told. He directed the sub to get my strap on and to ready it for me. I was so excited. At this time I did not know if the strap on would be used on me or if I would use it on somebody else. Both thoughts had me so excited there was now creamy wetness dripping down my thighs also.
The sub helped me into my strap on and then bent over and displayed her beautiful bubbly ass. She coaxed me and told be what she wanted. She told me when to pound her when to caress her. She liked me to knead her ribs when I was stroking the strap on slowly inside of her and to pull her hair when I was pounding her ass. I truly began to worry that I would cum before the sub because my clit was getting painfully pinched with every thrust. Something that brings me to orgasm very quickly. The sub began to arch her back and spread her legs further and I took my cue to start to pound harder wrap my hands tightly through her hair. And prayed that she would cum first.
Beside us the other couple was doing the same the Domme fucking her Dom with a burgundy shiny metallic strap on. She was moving slowly and hitting all the erotic spots I guess. His dick was hard and glistening and his knuckles white. She had his head pulled back by a collar I had never noticed before and he told her he was ready to cum.
He started a chain reaction as the sub began to cum I was cumming so hard from the waiting. And the Dom came from his Domme and her strap on.
As the cum gushed down my leg I began to shake and became very light headed. I laid down pulling the sub down next to me wrapped my arms around her and the last thing I remember is falling asleep fully clothed with my strap on inside my naked play thing and the smell of her hair in my nose. Sweetest dreams ever. |
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I used a strap on today. Just to sexually abuse a doll that I had purchased. It all seemed a little weird at first. Using a fake cock to fuck a fake chick.
Once I got past my perceived uncomfortableness, I found my rythym. I enjoyed the act and came twice. Once from the fact that I was fucking and not being fucked. The other time because I had found a way to thrust that would punch my clit Everytime.
I feel somewhat bad, I'm sure I came much harder than my doll did lol. I can't feel to bad. I may have gotten to cum but I still have not had cock in my ass and she has. |
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Last night I met with a Master and a slave he chose. It was not his slave but one from his group of slaves he played often with.
She was very patient as he showed me where he could hit her to get the reaction she wanted. He also showed me where he could hit her to get the reaction he wanted. He whipped her and stopped and explained why he did certain things and why he did not do other things.
All I could think of the whole time was how terrible it must have been for her. I've been tied to the bench. I have waited for the whip to fall. I know the times in between strikes are filled with anticipation and longing and maybe some fear. I imagined how it must feel to be kept on edge waiting with my sex swollen and dripping for him to stop talking and to finally hit me again. It was interesting how the tension made me cum repeatedly while I watched and listened and I imagined myself at that point for long periods of time. I had never had this as my Master was very good about starting and ending a session with never longer than two hours in between. I rarely had to wait for the blows to come because they would usually be in rapid succession with small breaks after I had counted out what I was supposed to count out. Or he would simply move to. Different area and there would be no break at all. I think there were some points he made that I may have missed because I kept imagining untying the slave sending her home and taking her place myself.
Finally, and what I had specifically asked for he lubed her ass and showed me how to work my fingers in her. I had bought and brought along a strap on but did not get to use it because she had been very good and deserved to get fucked right. But he allowed me to play with her. He showed me places I should touch and she moaned in approval. He showed me how deep to go and ways to position her. He pulled his Cock out and showed me her ass spread wide and then how it slowly contracted. Then he came on her back and demanded her to cum, which she did. Thank you GW fir your time and mentoring
All in all a great session. I can not wait to do it myself;) |
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