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9/26/2013 3:41:56 PM
Our journey to the village was rich with some of the most beautiful scenery I had ever seen. We passed a hay meadow ablaze with colour: the purple of the cranesbill, white of the pignut, yellow of the buttercup and various shades of clover to name but a few of so many. The sun seemed attracted to some by not others, the dark green and cool tones remained exactly that, but the lime tones of the leaves in the meadow and warm toned flowers, absorbed every beam of the suns energy reflecting it into the atmosphere.
Sir stopped the car in a layby at the side of the road, there was a wooden bench on a raised piece of ground then opposite a dry stone wall. A rich tapestry of the meadows and limestone grassland was before our eyes we could see for miles down to the quaint hamlets in the valley and up the far side. Sir sat on the bench and I began to present the picnic on the blanket before him. I passed him his food and sat on the blanet at his feet. There was an enormous sense of vitality and freedom generated from the location and the cool sweeping breeze that crept up my summer dress to caress my thighs. However at the same time a very loving, secure sensation from Sirs presence. After lunch I refilled his glass, placed it beside him and cleared away leaving nothing but the blanket.
He took my hand and guided it over his thighs, my body naturally followed up and over his lap I could feel his hand gently drift up my dress and circle on my covered cheeks before delivering a light warm up spanking, my whole body was relaxed and intune with each gentle blow, gradually he was hitting me harder and harder, my cheeks began to clench and to meet the burning sensation of his hand and then released into the cool gentle breeze. I felt the dampness of my cotton crutch. Sirs fingers traced the shape of my pussy before fully exposing my red hot cheeks and continuing to spank me.
"Stand up and turn around so I can see"
Nervously I stood up, my knickers balancing just above my knees, legs shoulders width apart and hands on my head. In my mind I waited a long time trying to sense what Sir?was thinking though the silence, I reality it was a few minutes. Eventually I heard him move, he opened the car boot and pulled out the cane, his presence felt heavily upon me as he approaced and came up close to me. Without a word he took my hands from my head and placed my arms in a L shape, palms up, in line with my stomach.
He went to the side of me using the cane to tease both palms then raised high. I held my breath and and tried to fight the tight clenching of my eyes, keeping my hands firmly in postition in anticipation for the strike, he laughed, then gently it rested on my palms.
"Now hold that"
Sir walked behind me, he took the skirt of my dress and tucked it into my belt,?then circled around me, lifted my chin to look into his eye, my eyes dropped?suddenly when?I heard his belt unbuckle, he smiled and walked behind me and gently squeezed my bottom.
"Now don't drop the cane"
The first blow of his belt landed on my right cheek, the sensation of the cane rolling on my palms made me look down, making it roll even further. Quickly I corrected my posture and the cane rolled back to its original position. I could feel my heart beating and my?mind racing. It was?becoming harder and harder to compose myself and regain balance between lashes of the belt. Whilst wobbling a strike went right across the soft spot of my legs.
"Aaaaarrrrrr"
I landed on my knees the cane flow onto the road.?I looked?up dreading Sirs reaction and feeling slightly humiliated
"Is that anyway to treat a cane?"
"No Sir"

"Pick it up" "I reached for my waistline to drop my skirt" "No!" I picked up the cane and presented it to him. "Turn around" "How many do you think you deserve?" "12 Sir"

His eyes directed me over the bench, he carefully lined up the cane for each harsh stroke the thud of the cane was followed by a sharpe sore burn, They hurt like hell, a severe wave of pain, but the thought of the welts developing there and then brought a smile?to my face from deep within.?By the sixth stroke I could feel every swallon ridge with every clench it made me want more and more...
The 12 left me spaced not due to the number but to the force behind them I moved on the 12th hoping for more, but sadly Sir didn't bite.
I lay on the cool grass in looking up to the sky full of white clouds in absolute bliss, then rolled onto my stomach, oblivious to my state of undress until the sound of a tractor coming up the hill, quickly I pulled down my dress.
"lovely view" he said

I blushed wondering if he had seen more than the valley. "Come on you we are off" Sir smiled


8/26/2013 3:55:13 AM

Looking for a outbuilding/farm setting for a shoot. Does anyone own or know of one? x


7/21/2013 2:05:02 PM

Too many men with cameras claim to be photographers and often leave people with no results. its so unfair x


7/12/2013 6:11:25 PM

I have loads of messages in my bulk mail folder not sure why but working through them x


7/12/2013 10:27:02 AM

my butt feels like a solid molten rock, can feel the heat through my jeans,  my pussy is like a river. That was a good caning


7/11/2013 4:50:45 PM

classical literature for the evening

 

Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time* at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those.    So true a fool is love that in your will,    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.



7/10/2013 1:28:33 PM

just joined under sub-karla trying to work out the site


7/9/2013 5:37:24 PM

I am attempting to organise a spanking and cane party. This should be fun x


7/7/2013 4:10:23 AM

I need some ideas for pictures. Must be tasteful and very submissive and fun x  


7/5/2013 3:27:13 AM

“I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.”

 

Charlotte Bronte, Jayne Eyre x

 


6/24/2013 11:57:46 PM
Submissive and dominant imagination ignite in the dominant mind.

To inspire an endless journey of an individual kind. Experiences create desire, between them no barriers will rise Desire opens the minds to travel to new depths and cries They are finally released as one to never ending highs Submissive and dominant imagination ignite in the dominant mind.


6/24/2013 11:56:39 PM
Submissive and dominant imagination ignite in the dominant mind.

To inspire an endless journey of an individual kind. Experiences create desire, between them no barriers will rise Desire opens the minds to travel to new depths and cries They are finally released as one to never ending highs Submissive and dominant imagination ignite in the dominant mind.


5/31/2013 3:25:47 PM

Really should not of eaten that curry. Dreaming of a red butt to take my mind off my stomach x


5/24/2013 4:37:55 PM

You call yourself a Master, a Lord or Sir, to me you are a nothing, I don’t know you.

You tell me I should follow orders jumping to each line, I ignore you.

You send a message about my feelings, to you I am a nothing, you don’t know me.

How can you label yourself a Master, when you’re clearly just a prat.


11/13/2012 9:00:31 AM

Female subs get alot of messages on here. It is not always possible to answer them all in the time scales expected. Please show them respect and dont send massages calling names and being rude.

 

A Master is someone a sub should respect and believe in their sound judgement. If they have no manner this is impossible. 

 

 


11/9/2012 5:44:45 PM

 

Submissive and dominant imagination ignite in the dominant mind.

To inspire an endless journey of an individual kind.

Experiences create desire, between them no barriers will rise

Desire opens the minds to travel to new depths and cries

They are finally released as one to never ending highs

Submissive and dominant imagination ignite in the dominant mind.


11/8/2012 3:03:34 PM
Today I have a slightly different train journey and only ten minutes to Coventry to meet someone offline. We have only exchanged a few messages, so not really sure what to expect. I am a bit disheartened at the moment with the number of Masters that turn out not to be Masters. I guess a user name like 50 Shades of Mr Grey should make me think twice! The hotel is further out than I thought so I will need to take a Taxi.
 
 I have arrived safely and must just send a quick text to let him know I am about to check in. “Oh shit”, the Blackberry battery as died on me again. Right, I am in a hotel due to meet a Master I have spoken to but don't have a clue what he looks like. Panic followed by logic, The guilty mind is a strange thing; I have found myself waffling a long winded story about staying in Coventry to meet friends for a drink then a night out but my phone as died and I really need to contact them urgently. I feel I am digging a needless hole as the receptionist passes me the charger that I could have asked for ten minutes ago. I have plugged the phone in now and hopefully it will have a burst of life before the end of playing, along with the check in procedure despite knowing I will not be there past teatime.
 
The room is really nice and comfortable. I have a quick bathroom visit then start to unpack my pilot's case of toys. My phone beeps. It is a text “I'm in the car park”. I call him back to let him know the room number and how to get through the hotel etc. Suddenly a knock on the door. To my surprise my Master for the afternoon is slightly older than me and good looking.
 
He has been in the room almost 5 minutes now and I am on my knees with my head to the ground and butt in the air. I would like to tell you how I ended up here but it was so quick. I can feel my heart racing, he seems strict, What the hell have I let myself in for. It will be a hard session.
 
My head raising from the ground triggers the cane to hit me hard vertically across each butt cheek. “Keep your head down”. I can sense him walking around to view my neatly laid out equipment. I rise up on his order to suck his cock and nervously struggle as I release his belt buckle and open his trousers. Even before reaching into his briefs, I can see he is well endowed. I place my hand at the base and start to wank it as I suck its head. “Ouch!” The cane as just hit me across the back of the hand. “Did I ask you to wank me?” “No Master” “Just use your mouth then” The dryness of tongue seems to be obstructing his thick cock reaching the back of my throat.
 
“Is that the best you can do?”
“No Master”
 
I slide slightly mouth faster up and down his shaft willing myself to take more.
 
“Maybe you need some encouragement to help you suck? Like something up your arse?
“No Master”
“Bend over the bed”
 
Oh no in my rush I have forgotten to place any lube in my bag. I can feel the larger of two butt plugs uncomfortably stretching me as it goes deep inside me.
 
“Try again”
 
I quickly position and go to touch.
 
“No hands”
 
I am clenching the cheeks of my arse together, focusing on taking him deeper, my eyes are filling up. Now I am gagging, I look up at him as I gasp for air and feel cool tears running down the side of my face. One of the things that used to stop me, now seems addictive and liberating as his cock is reaching new depths.
 
“On your back on the bed”
 
I lay across the bed, I feel a tug of my body that leaves my head over the side. Once again he's inside me, past my gag reflex and deep into my throat, I am struggling a bit because its hard to breath, a restrictive and strange feeling; the tip of a mans cock touching me deep inside. I am starting to panic and move causing the sensation of the sides of my throat being stretched. I'm scared, and a flood of saliva fills the base of my throat. A retch comes from the bottom of my stomach forcing me to heave three times. He pulls out. I arch my back up off the bed and quickly swallow. My breaths are deep, fast and loose, breathing has never felt so good. My cum is leaking from my pussy, my body has pushed the butt plug out maybe I didn't need its help. There's little let up, before a several repeats. It feels so wrong but its intensity becomes the seed of my desire.
 
Spaced out on the bed, I run my hands down over my body and feel loads of of swollen tingling bumps where my Master has flogged from my neck to my knees with nettles. The leaves were cool and refreshing as they hit my warm flesh but soon the sting of the needles kicked in. The volume became unregistered as things developed. Thereare only so many stings the mind can care about at once. The tingles feel nice and even the most sensitive areas appear to have been reached as my pleading to close my legs met rejection.
 
He as picked up the flogger from the table I feel it running over my body then start to flog the top of my thighs. “Open them” my inner thighs feel more sensitive to even more than my pussy I am relaxing into the sensation “Ouch! My clit. My legs come together “Give it to me willingly or I will take it, open them again the the pain is becoming a far more sensual sensation. My mind is beginning to drift but the occasional hard random hit to my clit is making my eyes open wide and re-alerting my mind back to where I am and the pain. “I think we should try the cane” My breathing is slow shallow as the cane taps my clit, the blows are quite fast I'm trying to process the pain and managing well, “That was the warm up” “Rrrrrrrr” one hard strike of the cane on my clit forces my knees up and pressing against each other, I sense and see them trembling, My Masters warm hand touches my knee “and again” I put the side if of index finger against my mouth, my head turned to one side to avoid watching, my eyes squint as I brace myself, I am breathing deeper, and shakes from my left shoulder are radiating across my body. I cannot help bringing my legs together after every strike. Its so painful as every strike squashes my clit against my pubic bone.
 
I cant take any more and turn onto my stomach.
 
"Would you rather I have you arse instead? “
 
The cane strikes are starting to warm my bum this is so much more comfortable than before. I can feel my Masters mind working as he places the cane across the top of my cheeks, conscientiously considering where the first cane line will be placed. I relax as it rises from my skin then brace as it makes firm contact sending a cutting sensation through my flesh. He's just over half way now, two, or at most three, stripes to come then I know it will be over. There's tension in my wrist as I grip the edge of the pillow.
 
As it turn onto my side my hand slides across every well placed welt. I rise up, supported by my elbow, to take my Masters cock once again. My head is so spaced and my body relaxed I easily accommodate its full length.
 
“Up on the bed”
 
I can hear the condom packet open, his bell end is running over my inner and outer lips.
 
“Please Master”
“Please Master, what?”
“Can I have it inside me”
“Yes, as you want me to have your arse instead”
 
I can feel his cock touch and gently trying to push in
 
“No, Please Master it will hurrrrrt!"
 
I feel a stretching burning as he starts to fuck me, it going deeper and faster, gradually loosing me to sooth and relieve the pain it had caused on entry. My body is starting to accept it more even crave more. I am warm, it still feels massive inside me, I hear my voice in my head first saying “please cum” then “no don't” I begin to play with my clit. My Masters pelvis shunts against my arse. I can feel my muscles clenching on his cock as he cums, Carefully I pull forward and off his cock to the comfort of the cotton sheets cooled by the fresh air from the window. In feel spaced each time I move my legs. I sense the gaping hole he as just left and my own cum on the pit s of my groin.
 
He has gone to a meeting. I am standing looking around the room “Oh what a mess” I rub my head and move towards the bathroom, glancing back at the mirror. I admire 7 perfectly placed stripes across both cheeks and smile.
 
In my cool bath, I wash my face and smell the scent of his body on me. I run my finger around my wet lips the deep into my mouth, sliding it out replacing it with three then four, closing my eyes, imagining his cock running over my tongue and deep into my throat, where I can still feel a tickling sensation.
 
I relax back and wash my breasts. My nipples are still firm. I squeeze and pull them hard. My other hand slides deep between my legs and my finger slips into the hole where he had been sliding it in and out. Then up on to my pubic bone and clit, circling round and round side to side, faster and faster, before entering my cum lined cunt where I dream of him being next time.

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Slvrose
 
 Age: 18
  New Jersey