Azurenightsky

Male Dominant, 41

Male Submissive, 24, lincolnshire

Male Dominant, 40, melbourne, Florida

It started a few weeks ago when she stepped into the office wearing the smallest mini skirt imaginable. What started you may be thinking, my obsession with her. She was a prim and proper born with a silver spoon in her mouth blond babe with legs that went on for miles. Her well preportioned frame curved perfectly with her 38C tits and deliciously round ass. One would think that much beauty would mean there was no mind, but you'd be mistaken. It wasn't her golden body that made me hire her on the spot to work as my secretary, though that had something to do with it, it was her mind. It was glorious, she seemed to have no fear in speaking it and I could tell she was not going to be an easy conquer. Over the following weeks she dressed modestly, not showing off her body too much but just enough to say "I'm here and you can't touch this".? But enough about that, I'm sure your more interested in how it is she's kneeling at my feet, cunt spread wide and tits looking savagely red black and blue. Well, like I said, it started a few weeks ago... "Hello Mr. Mantra, there are 5 new calls and one message from a "Bob Dylan". He wants to know if your still up for dinner tonight with him and his wife." She said, bent over my desk showing off her wondrous cleavage. "Ah, yes, inform Mr. Dylan that I will be there tonight unless something comes up, please forward the calls to my office, I'll take them immediately." I replied, trying to repress the thoughts running through my mind and the ever increasing bulge in my pants. "Yes Mr. Mantra, if you'll excuse me" She said, turning away quickly. As she began to step out of my office she tripped and dropped her things on the ground.(Though whether or not it was done on purpose or by accident is anyones guess.) She proceeded to bend over, showing off her amazingly well toned thighs and displaying a very prominent cunt, completely shaved and panty less. That drove me over the edge and I could feel a wetspot at the end of my now raging cock. "Do be careful Mrs Andrews, we are running a business after all..." I said halfheartedly, not able to take my eyes off her luscious prize. "Yes Mr Mantra, I'm sorry Mr Mantra." She quickly replied, blushing furiously. "That will be all Mrs Andrews, I'll speak with you later on." She quickly shuffled out of the room and I could tell, this was going to be one hell of a fucking long day. It was only 10 am and my Cock was hard enough to break bricks with. I knew I had to have my cock brutalizing her cunt. But that wasn't enough for me, it never was. It needed to be taken by force, making her submit to my will and desires as I see fit. I had conquered others before her, but none had the Beautiful Mind and Body that she held. That was what made her so precious, not only would I make her body writhe in ecstacy and pain, but her mind would be able to feel it on the psychological level. She would understand what was happening and would fight me every step of the way....That was the thrill of such a slut. I began making mental preperations, my last slut was released into the world years ago. Sold into slavery for a measly 10,000. She was fun while she lasted, but didn't have the entertainment value of a longtime fucktoy. I hoped Mrs Andrews would prove to be more of a long lasting item. I knew I could tip the security guards to look the other way and could make her dissapearance look like suicide so no one would question me about it. I would bring her to my Home for now and break her into My bitch. But before any of that, I had things to do and things to prepare... Part 1 of a fantasy a friend of mine wanted to read. Enjoy or dislike it-Message me with idea's or things to change if you feel its required

Figured I may as well point the way to my other profile on the Xanga Weblogs...or Webblogs, whatever. http://Azurenightsky.xanga.com if your interested.

It should be noted, I fucking hate where I live right now. The BDSM scene is either completely unexistant, insubstantial or limited to word of mouth rather then via internet access to get to know them/find them. I don't know if its my location or the culture but its very difficult to come across groups. Though my intuition points out many possible submissives in the area, a Dominant aire is rather difficult to come across. So far, their mostly all Vanilla Quebec based Mellow. (Which is both entertaining and annoying, they treat sex like a common conversational topic but don't take it seriously.) Maybe its just poor location, who knows...Anyway, if anyone in Quebec knows of any BDSM scenes in Abitibi Temiscamingue, let me know. I am bilingual so I can understand whichever language is preffered. Anyway, enough bitching. I'm still actively seeking a Female (slut/whore/bitch) whichever term you feel apply's best to you to help me develop both my imagination and thirst for the humilation, pain and compromising positions that they can offer me. Though friendship is also sought after-Don't seek to be just a friend if your also a Female submissive, its quite rare for me to be able to keep that objective in mind...Anyway, hope you all enjoy your weekend.

Hmmm, its a late night(5 am) and I'm in the mood for a journal entry. I've come to a realization over the past few days, a major part of what makes me a Dominant is my ultimate desire to learn. Its not just the feeling of having someone submit themselves before me, nor my Sadistic needs being fulfilled as I watch them squirm. The only downside, is its nothing more then a theory, I've taken to reading different journals over the past few weeks, getting into the heads of other submissives and Dom's as well as a rather large database a friend pointed me out too. My time spent in #Honour_Dungeon has been very well spent and I've come to learn and see the desires of submissives, how its different in reality then what I could have imagined. Thanks to that knowledge that I now hold, I'm beginning to form things and ideals in my mind. A very entertaining thing I heard, told by a Dom to his submissive was "The more your turned on, the harder I'll whip you-My Sadism is in direct proportion to your enjoyment." Its rather poetically true and strangely beautiful at the same time. In an unrelated note-Some of the profiles I've come across by self proclaimed "Goddesses" have become my new favorite pass time, to see just how self absorbed some people can be. Though, I am reminded of what I read on the Forums-"Men are all the same, show them a bit of crack and some attention and they'll follow you around like the good little bitches they are"-I can't remember the name of the Postee. I suppose at times, that is rather true. Anyway, I'm deviating again so I'll try and get this back on track... I've been asked "What makes you a good Dom?"-I didn't have an answer, how would you go about answering that? The same goes for the Submissives, what makes you a good submissive for your Master/Mistress/Goddess/Domina/Dom/Owner? I'd enjoy hearing your input on the question.

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