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We are a commited, loving D/s couple in a long-term relationship where I am the head of household, dom and daddy, and Lasia is my submissive, baby girl, pet, slave and closest friend.

In every outward respect, we're an ordinary couple: I am a very successful writer, she takes care of our home. We enjoy many interests that don't have anything to do with D/s from winter holidays on warm beaches to going to the theatre to entertaining in our home. We're smart, well-educated - I have an MBA, she is finishing work on her PhD - and well-rounded.

Right now, we are looking for new friends: D/s couples and submissive women. PLEASE: We do NOT want to hear from unattached dom or submissive men - your e-mail will go into the junk folder.

We're not necessarily looking to play - although it might happen at some point. And I definitely do not share Lasia with other men, dominant or submissive.

We have a well equipped playroom in our home with plenty of space, interesting equipment and toys. Lasia has a need to serve, please and be pleasing, and I love training her as a way to continue expanding her ability to accept the beauty of pain and submitting to what I want and need.

Because Lasia is new to Toronto, she'd also like to find a few submissive or slave women who'd like to become friends, do stuff together, etc.

We hope to hear from you.

Robert and Lasia

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9/15/2010 8:34:54 AM
By Lasia ...

Sorry it's been a while since either of us posted anything. Life's been busy, hectic, insane. But twice a month, I receive a discipline and training session and yesterday was my first for September.

Around 4.00 Writer came into the room where I was working at my laptop dressed in leather pants and a leather shirt and boots. Without saying a word, he lifted the laptop from the footstool where I had it as I worked and pointed at the leather surface, indicating to me to lay across it. He pulled my jeans down below my knees and, still not saying a word, began spanking me.

The spanking was gentle at first and he rubbed my ass tenderly between whacks with his bare hand. But over the next 10 minutes, he began hitting me with increasing strength and my bum was starting to burn. My legs were flailing in the air, a reflexive action against the mounting pain that each swat of his hand brought. But, as he always does, after maybe 25 or 30 consecutive blows, he stopped and rubbed my flesh to soothe it.

I was instructed to go into our bedroom and bring back a selection of three corsets: The black leather one, one that is a red satin and another, heavily boned, white satin number. Writer chose the white number, told me to change into it and wear white stockings and shoes. He gave me five minutes to shower, dress and meet him in our playroom where he keeps all of the toys and devices in our collection.

When I returned within the allotted time, he decided the corset wasn’t laced tightly enough – I was hoping he wouldn’t notice – and pulled the cords as tight as he could. My 24” waist was reduced to about 21” and I could barely breathe.

Writer then proceeded to affix a white leather collar as well as matching white wrist and ankle restraints, blindfolded me and led me into the room. I didn’t know what to expect: Sometimes, my training and discipline session is quick and relatively mild; sometimes, it goes on for several hours and is very painful.

Writer ordered me on all fours and locked me into the stockade that we’d bought recently from XR; it was the first time he was using it for my training and the only other time I was in it was right after it arrived and he assembled it. Made of heavy iron, it locks my neck, arms and legs in a fixed position, my ass up in the air and my breasts handing down beneath me if he adjusts the cups on my corset. When Writer put a ball gag in my mouth, I knew this was going to be a long, hard session.

A well-lubed plug was inserted in my ass and, because it was the largest of the three he uses on me, it hurt when he shoved it in. I groaned through the gag and my ass must have wiggled because he gave it a sharp slap with his hand, telling me to be quiet and still.

For the next few minutes he left me like that and I knew he was looking at me. I felt myself starting to get wet at the thought of Writer – my Dom, my lover, my daddy – looking at me. I thought I heard him walking around on the carpeted floor but could be certain.

When I felt his gentle hand caress my bare ass a moment or two later, I knew he was ready to begin. He started with another spanking, alternating stroking my flesh softly with whacking it with force. Being locked in position, all I could do was try moving my bum as the pain of each blow seared my skin. But if you’ve ever seen the piece at the site where it’s advertised, you know movement is only an illusion.

Anyway, I was too aware of the spanking I was getting to focus on whether or not I was trying futilely to keep Writer’s hand from landing on the same spot over-and-over again. I have no idea how many blows were delivered before he told me “25 more, baby girl, so count them out and thank me.”

I counted as best I could through the gag and, when I made a mistake at 16 or 17, he forced me to start over. By the time he was done, 25 had become 50 and I made sure I kept track of which blow was being landed.

When he finished, he let me regain my breath and I felt Writer rubbing a moisturizing lotion on my ass to help soothe it. Yes, it was a nice gesture, but I also knew that he was simply prepping me for the flogger or crop.

He kneeled next to me and whispered how much he loved me as he freed my breasts from the corset’s cups. I felt Writer play with my hard nipples and a shudder of pleasure ran through me as he rolled each one in turn between a finger and thumb. My pussy was very wet and I felt a bit of it starting to drip down my right thigh.

As he switched the fingers he was using to tweak, roll and twist my nipples, I realized that he’d put some of the moisturizer on the finger. At first it felt cold and good but the more he rolled one nipple in his hand the hotter it became. Shit, I thought to myself, he’s using IcyHot on me.

The more he rubbed my nipples, the more intense the heat became. I was struggling against the restraints holding me fast in place because my nipples were on fire. Without any warning, he pulled his fingers away for a moment – but only long enough to pick up an alligator clip nipple clamp and put it in place on my left breast. Quickly, the second one was attached to my right nipple. I screamed through the gag as he flicked them back and forth – just to make sure they would stay on, Writer told me.

The pain ripped through me like a hot knife but it was mild to the pain that I felt as the chamois flogger he loves using landed its first stroke on my ass. I knew it wasn’t a hard blow but every nerve ending in my body was over-stimulated and, when added to the incredible pain in my nipples, it felt like he was using a bullwhip on me.

At some point during the flogging, I drifted into sub-space, reminding myself to not forget to “breathe in the pain, breathe out the pleasure.” The leather of the flogger made its way across my ass, the next stroke was on my back, followed by one inside my thighs and then on my ass again. Occasionally, Writer would flog my pussy.

As the flogging intensified, I was vaguely aware of the butt plug being removed and a vibrating dildo being inserted. That started my first orgasm, and Writer inserted the device as deeply as he could get it while turning the speed to “high.”

I was losing track of where I was or how hard I was being flogged as I drifted deeper into sub-space on the wave of an orgasm. Fluid was running out of my pussy and my whole body was trembling.

As the orgasm subsided, Writer told me to lift my head and I felt his hard cock going into my mouth. He began fucking my throat – well, I couldn’t exactly suck him with my neck and head held fast in my metal neck ring – while continuing to flog me.

I felt Writer’s cock beginning to swell as he pumped my mouth and throat and knew he was close to his own climax. I wondered if he’d let me take him this way but when he pulled out, I had my answer. Instead, he walked behind me, removed the still-vibrating dildo from my ass, and slid his cock in its place. At the same time, he stuck two fingers into my pussy so he could finger and cock fuck me at the same time.

Again, I zoomed off into orgasm. I felt my own fluid building up inside and hoped I could squirt as he kept hitting my G-spot. Having to squirt is nearly the same feeling as when you have to pee and it’s just as uncomfortable but in a different sort of way. But when Writer’s cock exploded inside my ass and I felt his fluid shoot inside me, I began squirting and climaxing another time.

He fucked me until my orgasm began to subside, then removed the nipple clamps and gently stroked my back and ass. The gag was removed from my mouth – but not the blindfold – and we kissed deeply.

But he didn’t release me from the stockade, at least not immediately. Instead, he told me I’d done very well during the first part of this training session and after he made and ate his dinner, he would come move me for part two. The gag was re-inserted and I was left alone in the dark, silent world that enveloped me, the residual pain my company for now.

9/7/2010 7:15:42 AM
From Lasia ...

When the Labour Day weekend is over, it always seems like the end of summer - regardless of the weather. I hate the cold but wearing latex or leather, or being tightly corsetted, when it's hot and muggy isn't really a lot of fun so I suppose there's an upside to cooler temperatures.

Last night, I suggested to Daddy that we throw a play party sometime before December. He'd like to do it and gave me the assignment of finding a venue and putting together a guest list. I love planning parties of any type so this'll be fun.

A few people have sent e-mails asking about our relationship so here's a quick answer.

Yes, we are a D/s couple and the underpinning of everything is that Daddy - "Writer" - is my Head of Household. He practices domestic discipline and although I try very hard to do everything to his liking, I also like it when he attaches me to the spanking bench for a discipline spanking. (I also love playful, sexually erotic spankings, too!)

There also are times when he has a reason to use the flogger on me, sometimes because I earned it and sometimes because he wants to. When he puts me in the iron stockade for a flogging, I know that it's going to be a l-o-n-g session. On the other hand, when he puts me in the forced orgasm tower, I hope it's a very long session!

For those of you who might wonder whether anyone actually meets on-line, well, we did. We've been together for a while now and love each other very much.

8/31/2010 12:05:16 PM
From Robert ...

It's been a long 10 days alone as Lasia is visiting her mother in the States. And now a hurricane is making noise about disrupting air traffic on the US East Coast over the next few days - including Friday when she's supposed to fly to Montreal and meet me for the Montreal Fetish Weekend.

At least there's Skype so we can see and speak to each other every day.

In any event, if you are a D/s couple who'll be attending the weekend of fun and frolic and would like to meet for a drink - either at an event or before hand - to get to know each other - no pressure, no play, just two couples meeting for a drink - we'd love to connect.

But, as we write in our profile, we are NOT interested in single men (Dom or sub) or men-men couples. Please respect our choices.

And if you're also attending but don't have time to meet beore an event, look for us at the parties and step over to say hello.

8/21/2010 12:08:45 PM

From Lasia ...

An incredibly hectic week and now I'm off to the airport and a flight to DC to spend 10 days with my mother. I meet up with Daddy/ Robert in Montreal on the Friday before Labour Day for the city's Fetish Weekend round of events and parties.

Better brush up on my French while I'm back home!

Our last day together was fun and intense. We went to the AGO in the afternoon, got dressed in a "high glam" short cocktail dress for a reception and then went to Splendido's for dinner before coming home and what turned out to be more than two hours of play.

I was laced tightly into my black satin, heavily boned corset and made to wear the "on point" ballet boots with the 8" heels. Daddy tied my right hand to a hook in the playroom ceiling and my left hand to my left ankle, which he'd lifted off the ground. I was semi-suspended on the toes of one foot and by my hand affixed to the ceiling hook.

He'd bought a new flogger at Northbound during the week and began using it. As I began to feel its sting biting into my thighs, ass and breasts, he inserted a remote control vibrating egg into my cookie before resuming his flogging. Just when I started to moan and occasionally cry out from the bite of the flogger, he turned on the egg with the remote control.

What a mix of sensations! Pain searing my flesh, my body held akimbo and teetering on the toes of one foot, deep pleasure vibrating through me from inside. Usually, I can only squirt when lying down but when I came, it was one of the few times I squirted standing up.

It felt like every nerve ending in my body was shooting off electrical charges. Wow!

When he let me down, I kneeled between his legs and did him. Then he took me to bed and we made vanilla love for another 45 minutes. I slept like dead but my right shoulder and left ankle are sore today.

I miss Daddy Robert already! Hope to see some of you at Montreal Fetish Weekend!


8/11/2010 7:01:43 AM
From Robert ...

Thanks to many of you who've contacted us since we posted a profile. We've started getting to know three or four couples and individuals and, once Lasia returns from a 10 day visit with her mother next week, we look forward to "real meeting" some new people, moving past our initial "e-meetings" here.

But it's clear some people can't read. Every morning, our junk mail folder has somewhere around a half-dozen messages from single men - boths doms and subs - who offer to "really train" Lasia or volunteer to submit to me while serving alongside her.

What in our profile where we write "We do NOT want to hear from unattached dom or submissive men - your e-mail will go into the junk folder" is confusing to you? Whether it's Lasia or me who logs in, we both simply delete messages fom unattached male doms and subs. Sheesh!

8/10/2010 9:41:56 AM
From Lasia ...

What a great weekend for a little girl!

Friday night we played for nearly two hours and then I begged to be put on the forced orgasm tower - it's becoming my favourite piece of equipment in the house and Daddy thinks I'm becoming addicted.

Well, because I asked for the tower, naturally it was denied to me for a while. But I know Robert likes me on it as much as I enjoy the incredibly pleasureable torture that comes from it so I found myself inside the neck, wrist and ankle restraits. Daddy clicked the locks shut and I was held motionless against the cold steel and aluminum frame.

The vibrating Magic Wand was already in place but before turning it on, Daddy inserted the remote control vibrating egg inside me. Then he tied a blindfold in place and began stroking my body, whispering softly in me ear telling me that "baby girl is going to wonder why she begged for this."

He activated the egg on low speed and moved the Magic Wand in place against my clitoris. My whole body shuddered as he cupped my breasts before taking each nipple between two fingers and pinching them, slowly increasing the pressure. He pressed his leather jeans and bare chest against my flesh, wrapping one leg around my waist to hold my torso fast - it was the only part of me that I could move.

He switched the Magic Wand on low speed and another shudder rolled through me. I felt his body step away but, as he did, he upped the egg inside me by one notch. Another shudder and I felt myself getting very wet.

For the next half hour or maybe it was an hour, he put nipple clamps on me, used the violent wand a few times to make me jump, flogged me and kept playing with the speeds on the egg and the Magic Wand.

I begged him to let me climax but he refused, taunting me by rubbing his cock against my body but forcing me to hold back.

Finally - it seemed like hours but probably was only a few moments - daddy gave me permission to climax. It felt like the "1812 Overture" inside my body as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through me. And each time I started to come down, he changed the speed and intensity of the vibrators. Twice, the orgasms were so powerful I squirted.

Finally, I couldn't handle any more and begged for him to stop. Which - he didn't do. Arrrgh! I was way to sensitive to reach another orgasm so this was pure torture and he knew it. Now I was screaming and pleading to be released, and just when I thought my body would rip itself apart, he turned off both devices, unbolted the locks and let me collapse in his arms.

Saturday, we ran errands in the morning, went shopping for new outfits for us for the Montreal Fetish Weeked - we didn't find anything we really liked - and went out for dinner. I got to wear the new latex dress Daddy had bought me, he wore an edgy suit that had been made for him.

Sunday was a lazy day. We stayed in bed until almost noon, walked the dog along the lakefront, and Robert BBQd steaks for dinner. Before we went to sleep, I gave Daddy an hour-long full body massage using my hands and mouth, and then he fell asleep in my arms.

7/28/2010 1:53:44 PM
From Lasia ...

I am totally excited! Daddy just surprised me by saying he bought a pair of VIP tickets and we're going to the Montreal Fetish Weekend over Labour Day weekend. No kidding!

We're going up on Friday morning, staying at a hotel in Old Montreal - a part of the city I love! - and coming home Tuesday morning. He even told me he would take me shopping for new outfits for the parties and major fetish ball. How much happier can a girl be?

My Daddy-Master-Owner is very good to me. I'm a lucky girl. Guess what I'll give him later this evening as a (very) partial thank you?

7/24/2010 2:34:50 PM
From Lasia ...

I experienced our new "forced orgasm tower" Friday night for the first time. It arrived about a week ago but Daddy didn't have time to assemble it until Thursday.

The way it works is that I am put against a pole that is about seven or eight feet high. My hands are fastened to hooks high above my head and my feet are attached to hooks in the base. A vibrator is held in position against my cookie by another pole coming up from the base.

I was blindfolded and first I felt Daddy's lips on my neck and his hands roaming over my body. We exchanged several long kisses and then I felt the vibrator turned on very low.

Over the next two hours he varied the speed and intensity repeatedly, all the while touching and caressing me while using a flogger on my butt. I had small orgasms and big ones, some so intense they made me cry, some so soft and gentle all I wanted was to keep floating like that forever.

Amazing. What a terrific birthday gift!

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