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I am a Master in the Orlando area, with over 25 years in the lifestyle. I started when I was 17. I have a lot to offer, and am willing to train. This is not a little part of my life but it is all trough my life. I grew up in a D/S home, and have trained sub/slaves, Dom/Dommes. So I am not looking for vanilla anything. I seek a sub/slave who knows what she wants, and is not afraid to explore and learn. Get back to me so we can speak.
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"I've occasionally heard from Doms & Dommes who think that it somehow reduces them as Masters to thank a slave. In my opinion any man who feels less the Master when he thanks a slave is probably not secure enough to have been a Master in the first place."
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Then one becomes the property of a superior Master, there exists a bond of trust and communion in which the slave almost, as it were, becomes a part of the Master, and thus, in some sense, partakes of His strength and His glory, His superiority, while at the same time remaining His lowly, humble slave, undeserving of the high honor even of basking in the glory of His presence. There is something ineffably profound about the seeming contradiction between the humiliation of knowing that one is utterly His slave, not worthy even to lick the ground beneath His glorious feet, and the exaltation of being allowed by His, at least figuratively, to do so anyway.

Another paradox about the Master/slave relationship is that, while faithfully serving a superior Master is, in one sense, a great responsibility, yet at the same time it relieves the slave of many responsibilities as well. Decisions which, previously to giving oneself into slavery, might have been difficult or painful, now all come down to only the simple question, "Does Master will it?" or "Will it please my Master? "Also, while it is the absolute duty of one who is owned by a Master to obey His unhesitatingly and unquestioningly in all things, to suffer any pain, indignity or humiliation which it may please Him to bestow upon His lowly slave, at the same time the slave is aware that the Master will never harm or endanger His property, any more than would the owner of a thoroughbred horse or a purebred dog. This however, is not to be seen in any way as some sort of bargain or quid pro quo between the slave and the Master; it is simply that it is in the Master' best interest to see to it that His property is kept in good condition. Often, this may entail duties or sufferings which are far from what the slave might have desired, but it is the Master's prerogative to use His property as he decides, for His pleasure and amusement, and the slave's responsibility to revel in any opportunity slave may offer of serving and pleasing him.

Finally, but by no means least importantly, there arises the question of loyalty. While a mere submissive may flit from one Master to another, serving any who may condescend to make use of them, a slave's loyalty is absolutely and only to his or her Master, and there is no question of the slave even considering worshipping or serving another, except under the Master's direct command, for His pleasure and in service to Him. looked upon as to be treasured by His as a prized possession.

In summation, to the truly devoted slave, there is no joy, no pleasure, no satisfaction that compares with the knowledge of having pleased one's Master, one's owner."

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1/6/2009 9:10:09 AM

I tie you to the bed. Your wrists are tied to the headboard. You have those thigh restraints on, but they are not attached to your wrists. Your ankles will are attached to them so that you knees are bent. Then I tie your ankles to the bed to keep you legs apart. You are also blind folded. You are completely helpless to all of my whims. The will be no way for you to stop what I am going to do to you. Not that you would want to anyway.

Now that you are secured, I let you lay there alone for a while. Your imagination starts to go as you think about what I will do to you. A few minutes seem like an eternity to you.

I stare at your naked body laid out before me. You are absolutely beautiful. Your pale white skin with all those freckles is so cute. I can see you start to blush between your breasts.

You start to squirm around. Whether from restlessness or from anticipation, I don't know.

I trace my finger along the underside of your arm. You jump from the surprise. My finger moves down your side, over your hip, crosses to the inside of your thigh on it way to your knee. I start touching you in random places, you stomach, between your breasts, your pubic mound, your arms, your face, everywhere except your breasts and pussy. I love the feel of your skin. It is so soft and smooth.

I whisper into your ear, "How are you doing?"

"Ok," you respond breathlessly.

"That's good, are you comfortable?"

You nod.

"Good, because your going to be here for a while," I laugh sadistically, which makes you squirm all over again.

The first time I touch your breasts you feel my finger on the outer edge of it. I start tracing a slow spiral around it, moving towards the nipple. Your breathing gets heavier the closer I get to the center. Just as my finger touches the outer line of your areola, it stops moving inward. It spins around the nipple, but getting no closer to it. I pull my hand away and start doing the same on the other breast. When I get to the center this time, I give your hardening nipple a quick flick and then pull my hand away.

"You like it when I tease you…don't you?"

You nod you head frantically and croak out a "Yes" in a raspy voice.

You feel something very light touching your left nipple. After a while you realize it is a feather. You arch your back trying to get more friction from the delicate plum, but it doesn't help. It moves back and forth a few times and then moves away.

I leave you lying there a few moments and let you catch your breath. Then I reach over to the nightstand. Your first reaction to the ice cube on your nipple is a cry of shock. Your body starts to move around (as much as it can) but I follow the sensitive bud. I watch as the areola crinkles up as it pushes the nipple up. Your nipples are so beautiful. They are a pale pink that turns darker when I suck on them, which I start to do.

My hot mouth on your cold nipple is a wonderful change of sensation. You cry out now not from surprise but from pleasure as my warm tongue slides across the fridged skin. I suck hard on it and slowly let the nipple slide out of my mouth. It makes a popping sound as it escapes. I give it a couple more licks, and then I move the ice cube over to the other breast. This time I start on the outer edge of your breast and move inward like my finger did just moments before. The melting ice rolls down your side and onto you chest where it pools up. I bend down and lick up the accumulated water. I watch the your nipple get harder and harder the closer I get with the ice. Just as it is about to touch it, I pull the ice away and bring it to your lips. I rub it across your dry lips and then pop it into my mouth. I then kiss you and transfer the ice to you.

I hear you crunch on the ice. Once I am sure that you have swallowed all the water, I grab your right breast with my still cold hand. I rub it around your breast and I can feel your hard nipple poking me in the hand. As I do this I start to suck on your left nipple again. You cry out again at the double assault. I try to suck as much of your large breast into my mouth as my tongue sweeps across the nipple.

I stop again to let you catch your breath.

"Having fun?" I ask.

"Mmm-hmm" you say with enthusiasm and still a little breathless. "Are you?"

"Oh I'm having LOOOOTS (I tweak you right nipple) of fun?" Then I giggle maniacally.

My hands are again moving all over you body at random. This time I make sure to touch you breasts and give them a good rub or squeeze ever now and then.

Now I re-position myself so that I can see between your legs. I love to look at your pussy. Especially when you're this turned on. Your outer lips, which usually cover everything else, start to open a little bit. I take a moment to take in the site and to let you once again catch your breath.

I take my hand and, starting on your inner thigh just above you knee, bring it down towards you vagina. Just as my hand gets there though, it drops down and goes underneath and brushes over you butt and up the other thigh. I do this several times and sometime change my detour to over your pussy to play with the hair on your pubic mound.

I reach my hand under you and massage you rear. I love your cute little butt. I never miss a chance to grab it or rub it, even in public. You think it's too small, but I love it. It's a part of you, and I wouldn't want any part of you to change. As I pull my hand away, I pull it towards you pussy and ever so lightly rub it past your opening. I hear an "Oh Yes!" come from you as I do it.

I start to rub it, but only the outer lips. You try to buck your hips up to meet my hand, but you can't move much.

Then my finger presses its way between your outer lips. You let out a loud moan when my finger touches the entrance to your vagina. You are very turned on indeed. You are so wet and hot down there. I stroke the outer entrance and slowly pull my hand upwards towards your clit. A bolt of electricity hits you when you feel my caress on that super sensitive organ. I slowly rub my finger up and down the inner folds of your pussy.

I lie back down next to you and take your blindfold off. I love to see your beautiful green eyes when you in such a state of passion like this.

I start to lick your left nipple while I rub you down there. Suddenly I thrust two fingers into you and suck you nipple into my mouth at the same time. My fingers find you G-spot and start to stroke it. You scream out from the sudden attack of such intense pleasure. I piston my fingers in and out of you, fucking you with my hand. Your screaming raises up an octave.

Then I pull out of you and start to slowly rub you clit again. My finger goes all the way from you clitoral sheath, and down to the entrance of your vagina, and even sometime a little inside. Your breathing slows down again. I do this to you a couple times more.

I can feel your clit getting bigger and your breathing is getting raspier. I ask you if you are getting close, and you answer, "Yes."

I slow down even more. I go so slow that you can't go over the edge. I leave you on this plateau until you are begging me to let you come.

I now take two fingers and quickly circle them around your clit. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier. Suddenly your whole body tenses up and you scream. I bite you hard on the neck. You scream so loud, it hurts my ears. Your eyes stare off into space. You look like you are seeing a vision of Heaven. Your hands clench the bars on the headboard so hard that your knuckles are turning white.

After you come down from your orgasm, I untie you. You roll over to me and wrap your arms around me. "Oh my god…you've killed me," you say through half opened eyes.

"Just doing my job," I say and kiss you on the top of the head just before you fall asleep.

Kat felt as though her pussy were exploding, wave upon wave of sensation crashing through her shuddering body. She screamed until her throat was sore and her voice hoarse, then collapse, almost exhausted. James held her pinned to the leather of the chair as she shuddered and bucked against him throes of pleasure wrenching her this way and that, until she was swooning beneath him. Gently, slowly, he pulled back, sliding his still hard cock out of her bruised and tender pussy.

Kat groaned as she saw the thick rod of his cock still hard and his tight balls still full and heavy. She tried to protest, to offer him her mouth to cum into, but he ignored her and swivelled her around, so that she was laid across the arm of the chair, with her tight ass lifted high. Kat tried to shake her head, to deny him, as she felt his fingers parting the cheeks of her ass and dipping into the tight ring of her anus. She panted hoarsely as James slowly worked his finger into the hot, dark opening, probing gently deeper and deeper. Kat grunted as James thrust his finger firmly into her tight back passage, pushing back against him. She could feel her anus stretching over each knuckle as his finger sank into her rear entrance. James drew his finger out of her bowel, watching her face as she felt the cool air on her open asshole. Resting his other hand on the base of her spine to keep her still, James slowly pushed two fingers together into her puckered ring. Kat groaned quietly as James' fingers slid slowly into her tight asshole, opening her wider.

"Please, fuck me Sir." Kat pleaded

"Patience , my dear." James counselled, "I want my cock to slide right into your ass."

"Please, sir, I'm ready for you any way you want." Kat begged.

Even as she spoke, the memory of James' thick, hard cock filled her mind and she shivered, as she imagined him forcing it roughly between the cheeks of her ass and into her bowel. Her stomach churned, for a moment, and she opened her mouth to plead with James to be gentle as he took her. She felt his hands gripping her hips tightly as he lifted her ass higher and she lowered her head further.

Kat gasped as James used his fingertips to spread her tightly puckered anus and guided the head of his cock between her cheeks, pressing it firmly against the opening to her back passage. Kat pushed back, feeling her anus opening to grip the bulbous head of James cock. James grunted and thrust harder, looking down between Kat's buttocks and watching the head of his cock stretching the dark ring of her rear entrance. Kat whimpered as the rim of James' cockhead reached the tight ring. James paused, teasing her with his hard cock, and then gripped her hips tightly as he lunged forward, ramming his cock deep into her ass.

James' cock slid easily into her ass, slick with the juice that had run from her pussy between her ass cheeks. Kat moaned and James growled deep at the back of his throat as his slick manhood sank deeper into her bowel. Kat's belly churned as she felt his cock piercing her, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh and pulling her back onto his cock, until his balls slapped wetly against the backs of her thighs.

"Oh god yess!" Kat moaned, sobbing, "Fuck me, sir, fuck my ass."

"You are a dirty slut, aren't you my dear?" James crowed.

"Yes Sir, I'm a dirty slut and I only want to please you." Kat replied, meekly.

James held her tightly and began to thrust his cock in and out of Kat's ass. She could feel the burning friction of his cock diminish as she relaxed and allowed his cock to slide through the tight ring of her anus. Juices rained from her clammy pussy as she felt waves of pleasure, rippling through her belly, concentrated on the tightly stretched ring of her ass. James' cock swelled and stiffened and he grunted like an animal on heat as he drove his cock hard into her ass, pinning her to the leather of the seat. Her sweat-sheened skin stuck to the hide, rubbing painfully as he worked his cock in and out, then stopped, his cock buried deep in her bowel.

Kat moaned his name as she felt his cock swell and jerk in her ass and she screamed, softly, as she felt stinging jets of his cum splattering inside her rectum, filling her and oozing out around his cock before they slid between her buttocks and onto the tops of her thighs.

"Yes, Kat!" James growled, "Feel my cum in your dirty ass, you slut."

"Fill my ass, Sir," she begged, "Fuck me until you finish cumming."

"God yess, Kat." James ordered, "take my cum deep in your ass, you dirty whore."

Kat felt his cock spit and squirt oceans of his thick, gooey cum into her tender ass and smiled to herself as she felt the first drops oozing down to cling to her dripping pussy. She squealed as she felt the head of his cock sliding out of her anus and a sudden draught of cool air caressed her sensitive cleft. James turned her onto her back and swivelled her around, so that her feet could rest on the floor while he straddled her heaving breasts. Kat looked down her trembling sweat-stained body and saw his cock, still large and thick but now limp and his balls shrivelled and drained. James took his cock in his hand, guiding it between her breasts, and wiped it clean of the mixture of cum and filth from her ass, leaving creamy brown streaks on her milk-white skin.

James stood upright and moved over to the clothes piled on the floor. Dressing swiftly, he allowed her a few moments to compose herself and recover from the shattering orgasms that had wracked her body. Kat moved gingerly, her nipples, pussy and ass aching and throbbing. James fastened his trousers and, tucking his shirt into the waistband turned to speak to her. "Dinner is in forty-five minutes." he informed her, sternly, "I shall expect you in the drawing room ten minutes beforehand. And you shall be on three months trial. If you prove satisfactory at the end of that time, I shall be offering you a permanent contract."

Then he unfastened her arms, leaving the collar around her neck. Obediently, she knelt, her eyes on the floor, until she heard the door click shut behind him. Smiling to herself, she rose to her feet and headed to the bathroom, wondering if she would find all of her service to James as intensely pleasurable as her introduction.


5/9/2007 9:19:02 AM

Last weekend at the Beach

I was so mesmerized by the moonlight dancing on the ocean that I didn't immediately notice the change in the shadow in my peripheral vision. So I was startled when I heard a rustling in the sand and noticed her shuffling slowly near the edge of the water. She also was fixated on the moon and didn't see me on the chaise lounge under the palm tree until she was so close I thought she intended to sit there, too.

She was momentarily flustered, so I said, "It's OK, I don't mind sharing my moonlight."

It could have gone either way at that point. Happily, she smiled and didn't run away. Then a moment of recognition passed between us. Ah, she was the one I'd spoken to briefly earlier at the resort's tiki bar. She'd said she was tired and needed to sleep, but something in her eyes told me I'd see her again. But then she'd left with some guy, likely a husband, so I'd written her off. But here she was, alone.

"Couldn't sleep, huh?"

"No. The moonlight was coming in my window. I was just lying there wide awake. Decided to take a walk."

"There's something about the full moon. It draws you out."

I didn't mention how it often pulled in the direction of romance. Wasn't sure where she stood or what she was looking for. Decided to see how it played out, so I made room on the lounger. She accepted the invitation to sit down. It was an encouraging start.

The moon was so bright, it almost made you squint.

"Which are you more drawn to, the moon or the sun?"

"They're the yin and yang of the heavens. I love them both," she said. "So you couldn't sleep either?"

"It's more restful out here. Some people would rather spend all their time in the bars. Obviously, I spend a lot of time there, too, because I play drums in the house band. All the more reason to come out here and unwind. When it's like this, I can stay here all night and feel perfectly rested in the morning."

For a while we just sat staring at the ocean, not saying much, just enjoying the view. The moonlight lay across the water like a golden carpet coated with diamonds.

"When I look out there, every once in a while I see a mermaid near the horizon riding on a dolphin. Do you see them?"

"Hmmm, I see something out there. OK, yeah."

She smiled and glanced at me out of the corner of an eye when I said, "Can you tell the color of her hair?"

"Looks kinda green, maybe like seaweed."

" That's because of the affect of the moonlight and the shadows. I think it's red."

"Hmmmm."

I liked the way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. She turned suddenly and sat cross-legged facing me.

"Do you often have visions of mermaids and things like that?"

"Depends. The full moon brings out a lot of odd and interesting things. But you have to look for them, you have to want to see them."

"I think maybe you have a bit of an overactive imagination."

"Hmmmm, anything wrong with that?"

She replied by telling me about some of her visions, although when she ventured into the realm of her fantasies, something in her eyes told me she was holding some of it back. We sat like that for who knows how long, talking about anything and everything to the soothing backdrop of the waves lapping lazily on the shore.

Finally, during a pause she said, "You can't take your eyes off the moon, can you?"

"Actually, I can't take my eyes off you, but it feels like there's someone behind you watching us."

"Oh, like the man in the moon?"

When you look up there, do you see him? There are two kinds of people, you know, those who see him and those who can't. Do you see him?"

She turned around and studied it for a moment.

"The face isn't straight up and down," I said, "It's slightly on an angle, like his head is cocked to the side. And his eyes are real big. See?"

"Oh, yeah, I never really tried to see it, but now I do. Except it's not a man, it's a woman, of course."

"You're right. The Goddess. Probably why I love the moon so much."

Fishing for clues, I glanced at her left hand. No ring, but there did seem to be a pale tanline. She seemed relaxed, in no hurry to leave. I was sitting close behind her, so it seemed natural to let my hand rest on her shoulder. She moved her head side to side as if to loosen her neck, and I slid my hand over and gently rubbed the base of her neck.

"Oh, yeah, just what I need."

"Here, lie back."

She did, and we stayed that way silently staring at the Goddess, or whoever was up there watching, while I massaged her neck and shoulders. Now she seemed mesmerized. She made a soft sound in her throat, like a cat purring, and I took it as an endorsement to continue. When my fingers lightly brushed the side of her neck close to an ear, she shuddered and leaned into me, sighing louder. Her skin was so soft, I couldn't resist tracing the contour of her neck down and around until my fingers made soft circles on the soft pillow of the top of her breasts. My other arm found its way around her waist, and I held her close. Her sigh became a moan.

Her skin smelled so intoxicating, I had to have a taste. My lips brushed her neck, and I kissed her lightly along the path my fingers had taken. She had one hand on my thigh, and she used it to pull my leg tighter against her side. Her other hand reached up and pulled mine down to cup a breast. It felt soft but firm in my hand. Now it was my turn to moan contentedly. My lips brushed her earlobe and I breathed her scent, slightly salty under a thin layer of perfume. I liked it. My cock, pressing against her back, swelled.

Suddenly, she turned in my arms and her lips found mine. It is a treasure to find a lover who truly understands the art of the kiss. I could spend hours doing that alone. The kisses continued warm and wet like summer rain. My fingers, still on her breast, traced the arc of the nipple and felt it harden through her tanktop and bra. I wondered if she'd heard the Indian myth about the pull of the moon adding inches to a man's penis. Given the circumstances, she could probably attest it was no myth.

I didn't know where we were headed, but I was in no hurry to alter course. I was enjoying every brush of her velvety tongue against mine. Savoring the sweetness. When she needed a breath, she snuggled into my chest. I rested my face in the softness of her hair while my hands strummed harmony on her back. I was Clapton on an all-night jam, coaxing every nuance from every fret from her neck to her lower back. When my fingers dipped inside the top of her shorts and came to rest in the soft crevice at the top of her ass, my reward was another moan and the tip of her tongue on my neck, which sent a wave of tingles that reached my toes.

I felt the warmth of her thigh against mine, and my fingers found their way to explore that inviting flesh. She turned more onto her side, one thigh climbing over my legs. That afforded an opening in the valley for my fingers to ride higher along her inner thigh. They continued under cover of the leg of her shorts. I could feel her heat through the soft cotton of her panties.

She drew her breath in quickly like a hiss and sucked my tongue deeper into her mouth. My fingers explored the contour of her mound, pressing rather than rubbing, until the dampness began to seep through the crotch of her panties.

Her voice barely exceeded a whisper: "Oh, God … Yes."

Fingers dipped under the elastic edge of the panties and slipped into her slick groove so quickly it was as if her pussy was sucking them in. She adjusted her legs to allow better access. She wanted her release, and she wanted it now. As I probed and pressed, from the soggy depth of her opening to the tip of her clit, she buried her face in my neck and held me tight, Her hand sought and held my cock through my jeans.

Her orgasm came suddenly, with a gasp, and accompanied by a hot surge of lady lava. She moaned into my chest and ground her mound against my hand as my fingers continued to slip and slide over every silky fold.

Finally, she looked up and said, "You can't get inside of me, but I can make you feel good."

She did, too. Urgent fingers unzipped and freed my cock, which reared and pulsed like a beacon in the warm night. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and pressed the tip with her thumb, coating the head with slippery precum. Then she resumed her relentless pursuit of the perfect kiss - God, how this woman loved to kiss. She paused long enough to say, "Tell me when you're going to cum."

I felt the need building as she found the right pressure and rhythm.

"So good. … Real close."

I wasn't sure what to expect, and it caught me by surprise when she dove down and wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock as she tightened her grip on the upstroke. That was all I needed, and I was overcome by a massive body rush as my balls fired several volleys into her mouth. Her lips stayed tight around my cock as she gulped it all down. She came up breathless and seemed pleased when I pulled her close for another drawn-out kiss, not minding my own tangy aftertaste.

I later concluded that she had determined that taking me into her mouth was the best way to avoid returning to her room with incriminating residue on her clothes. She didn't want to get Lewinskyed.

She collapsed against my chest and stayed there for a while as we shared the pleasant aftermath. Finally, she whispered, "I've got to go." We shared one more lingering kiss, then she pulled away reluctantly and disappeared into the shadows.

I stayed on the lounge chair the remainder of the night. Just before I closed my eyes, I glanced at the moon, now low on the horizon. Perhaps it was my overactive imagination, but I was quite sure the Goddess winked at me. It was only then that it occurred to me, I didn't even know the name of my moonlight lover.


5/9/2007 7:19:08 AM

Night out With Master

He starts the evening by laying out her clothes: a sexy short black silk dress, black strappy-high-heel sandals, and new black g-string. The heels and short skirt will really show off her legs. As he puts on his suit, she does her hair and make-up the way he told her, and she gets dressed. She comes out.

"You, look amazing!" Inside he smiles. She is his to control this evening, and he has given her no idea what he has planned.

They walk to his car and he opens the door for her. He is always a gentlemen and always in control. They drive off and head toward the City. As they cross the bridge the sun is setting over the City, and the sky has turned orange to pink to blue. The Cure is playing on the stereo, and they talk a bit.

He reaches over, touches her face, and slowly moves his hand to her thigh. "That skirt is very short! I hope you don't expose yourself." He smiles.

They pull into the Marriot and drop off the car. As they enter the lobby, he notices men looking at her, and he thinks to himself what a wonderful trophy he has. They take the elevator to the bar at the top of the hotel. They get a table near a window with a beautiful view of the Bay Bridge and the Oakland Hills. For her he orders a Cosmopolitan and for himself a Grey Goose on the rocks. They sip their drinks and take in the view. It is a warm and clear evening in the City.

He leans over and kisses her neck, her cheek, and whispers to her, "Go to the powder room, remove your g-string, and bring it back to me." At first, she hesitates. "Princess, I am serious!" She gets up and walks to the powder room. He turns to watch as she passes; men and some women turn to look at her. While she is away, he calls ahead to the restaurant, verifies his reservations for a booth, and orders their drinks and dinner.

She returns and shyly hands him her g-string tightly balled-up and he places it in the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulls her chair closer to his as she sits down. As they sip their drinks, he slowly moves his hand up the inside of her thigh.

"Princess, what where you thinking while removing your g-string?"

"Ah..I was wondering what you have planned for this evening."

As she replies, he places his hand on her knee and he feels her soft skin. He slides his hand up her thigh and slowly moves under her dress.

"Did it excite you to do my bidding?" he asks.

"You are about an inch from finding out!" she states.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a voice, "Can I get you another drink?" The cocktail waitress is right next to them.

He feels her thighs slam together. He simply looks up and calmly says, "Just the check." As they stand to leave, her dress hikes up. She quickly adjusts it, but not before a man at the bar gets a glimpse.

He takes her hand and walks her pass the man at the bar. "Nice isn't it? And she is mine!"

They end up at Boulevards where they are seated at a booth. The waitress brings their drinks.

"I hope you don't mind. I called ahead and ordered our drinks and dinner." He explains.

For starters, they split an ahi tuna tartare and Fuji apples & butter lettuce salad. For the main course, he ordered her the wood roasted chicken breast and for him grilled California sea bass. They share a nice bottle of wine and enjoy the meal and the conversation. For dessert: a nice chocolate crème bulee and a couple of glasses of port.

While sharing dessert, he leans over and whispers "Princess, I want you to touch your pussy." With that she has reveals a coy smile and takes a bite of the dessert as her hand vanishes below the table. "How is it?" he asks.

"It is very moist and tasty," she replies.

"Princess, I would imagine it would be very smooth across one's tongue?"

She clears her throat. "God, yes!"

They smile in their secret. The check comes. She, however, doesn't, at least not yet.

It is getting late. However, it is still warm in the City. As they start walking up Mission Street, he takes her hand and pulls her close.

"Sir, you always make me feel secure and loved."

They walk in to the lobby of the Marriot and take the elevator to the 39th floor. They arrive at a room; he takes out a key card and unlocks the door. He holds it open for her. He is always a gentlemen and always in control.

She walks in; he notices her glancing at the black duffel bag he left in the room earlier in the day.

"Princess, what are you thinking?"

"I am wondering what is in the bag, Sir"

He walks to the window to admire the view. "Please, pour me a drink. There is some vodka and ice in the refrigerator." She brings the drink to him and he takes a sip.

"Thank you, Princess."

She moves in between him and the window. He kisses her and slowly turns her around so that she can also enjoy the view. It is of the Oakland hills.

He points, "There is my office."

He puts the drink down on the windowsill, pulls her hair back, and kisses her neck. He reaches down and squeezes her ass. He feels the silk between his hands and her ass.

He suddenly pulls her hands behind her back and cuffs them together.

"Don't fucking move!"

He pushes his knee between her thighs and spreads her legs as she stands facing the window. He hikes up her skirt and bends her forward pressing her face against the cold glass of the window.

He puts his hand around her throat, slides his other hand over her breast, and pulls her tightly into himself.

He whispers in her ear, "I never thought I would feel this much towards anyone. You are my toy, my submissive, my woman, and my life."

With that, he lowers her to her knees. He slowly pulls her hair into a ponytail. He positions himself between her and the window and is now standing before her looking into her eyes.

With her on her knees, he strokes her face and hair.

"You are truly beautiful."

"Thank you, Sir"

As he looks into her eyes, he slides his finger into her mouth and she begins to suck it slowly. Her tongue strokes his fingers.

"Jesus Christ, that feels great," he exclaims.

As she sucks his finger, he notices that she is rolling her hips slowly. He takes his booted foot, slides it between her knees, and spreads her legs a bit. Gently, but firmly, he raises his boot and presses it in to her pussy. She moans.

He removes his finger and asks, "Why are you in my life?"

"Because it is meant to be, Sir"

"We are very lucky to have found each other, Princess." His heart is melting as she looks up at him.

He helps her to her feet, he pushes her to the wall and begins kissing her mouth, and their tongues meet. With his hand around her neck and the other on her bare ass, he pulls her close. He grabs her ponytail and pulls her head back to expose her neck and he kisses and bites it softly. He feels her grind into him and hears her moan, a puff of air escaping as her breathing changes.

He grabs the straps of the dress and rips them off, the dress falls to the floor, and she is nude and exposed before him.

He whispers in her ear "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I am fuckin' in love with you."

She bites her lip as he looks deeply into to her eyes. In his heart, he feels so much that he could almost cry. However, he needs to play it cool. She smiles and nuzzles into his neck. He picks her up in his arms, walks over to the bed, and lays her on her back and he lies next to her.

He reaches behind her and unlocks the cuffs and removes her sandals. He wants to feel her near and pulls her close and tight. She kisses him on the cheek and he turns and kisses her on the mouth, his tongue exploring her mouth. He sucks her tongue into his mouth, and he bites it and squeezes her breast.

She begins to grind into his leg. He pulls her by the ponytail away from his mouth and looks sternly into her eyes. "I am in charge here."

He gets up and stands adjacent to the bed.

"Princess, kneel on the bed facing the headboard and don't look back." She complies.

With her kneeling on the bed, he retrieves something from the black bag. When he turns toward her, he catches her taking a glance back at him. "I told you not to look back."

He removes his clothes and drops them to the floor.

"Princess, don't turn around!" He climbs on to the bed and moves up on her. He feels the warmth of her body as he presses his cock into her ass. The scent of musk hangs in the air.

He pulls her hair back and grabs her throat and whispers, "You know that I am completely in love with you." He places a blindfold on her, and he slowly adjusts her ponytail so that it hangs free.

He takes her arms, bringing them together behind her back, and cuffs her wrist. "I want you to put your face on the bed and roll your hips forward." She complies.

He positions himself beside her, and he parts her knees a bit and slowly slides his hand up her thigh with just the lightest touch of his finger tips, just barely touching her skin. As he reaches the top of her thigh, he lightly brushes across her lips. They feel smooth and warm to his touch. Then he slides his hand across her ass and with that, he gives her a little smack on the ass. She jumps a bit and begins to squirm. Then he smacks it again, this time a little harder. He feels her push back against his hand. Now he smacks it harder yet.

"Mmm, your skin is turning such a nice shade of pink." He begins to rub her ass. He can feel that he has warmed it up a bit. "Does that make it feel better?"

"Yes, Sir."

He slides his hand down along her inner thigh and back up across her lips. He feels how wet she has become and he presses his palm firmly against her lips. He feels her being to squirm.

She begins to moan as he feels her pushing her lips into the palm of his hand. He takes his fingers and separates her lips. He slowly begins to touch her clit.

"Don't move your hips and don't cum without me telling you."

He positions himself behind her, spreads her legs, and pushes the small of her back down. This causes her hips to rotate forward and expose herself wide. As he takes his cock and rubs it across her ass, he asks, "Who owns your body?"

"You do, Sir."

He slides his cock across her lips. "Who owns your mind?" "You do, Sir."

He begins to rub her clit with the head of his cock. "Who owns your submission?"

"You do, Sir."

With that, he slides the head of his cock into her pussy, just the head.

"Who owns your orgasm?"

"You do, Sir." And he slides his cock deep into her pussy. She moans deeply.

As he slides his cock into her pussy, he begins to smack her ass. He alternates between smacking and thrusting. He can tell that her orgasm is building inside her. Her breathing is changing and it getting tougher for her to hold still.

"You can only cum when I give you permission."

"Yes, Sir," she moans, "but it feels so wonderful."

With that, he grabs her by the ponytail and pulls her upright. He reaches around, begins to squeeze her breast, and bites the back of her neck.

"I want to cum!" she exclaims.

"Not until I give you permission!" He continues thrusting his cock into her pussy. He grabs her neck, kisses her cheek, and says, "Do you want to cum for me?"

"Yes, Sir. Pleaseee"

"When I pinch your nipples you can cum. But not until then. Do you agree?"

"Yes, Sir."

He reaches around, rubs her breast, and pinches her nipples. He feels her begin to cum. She holds her breath and he can feel her pussy squeeze his cock. He pushes her back down on the bed and continues thrusting his cock deep into her. He feels her pussy throbbing against his cock as he thrusts. With her orgasm subsiding, he pulls his cock out and rubs it against her clit and lips. It makes her jump and squirm.

He unlocks the cuffs and rolls her on her back. He kisses her lips and touches her face. He lies next her. She rolls onto her side, and he spoons her. He brushes her hair back and kisses the back of her neck.

"Princess, I am very happy with you as my submissive."

"I want to make you cum, Sir."

"Oh, you will. Don't you worry."


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AmyIsASwitch
 
 Age: 24
 Philadelphia/NYC, Pennsylvania