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| i am looking for a DaddyDom. Someone who is caring and loving and understanding. i don't want to be with a Dom that is on a power or ego trip, i want a DaddyDom that can talk to the sub as an equal not have them as a doormat. i firmly believe in grasping the mind and the body will follow.i respond to intellect not hormones, and i respond to passion not beatings.
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What is it with the men on here? They talk to you, they act like they are interested, and THEN you never hear from them again. Or when it comes down to the nitty gritty of meeting in real time they come up with all these excuses?? i don't get how people can leave out the common sense and the intellect out of BDSM. i can't fathum how people can seriously function on fantasy alone. Get real people.
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As i am walking down a dark deserted alley i hear foot steps
behind me. i turn, and i see no one there. i keep walking,
but i increase my pace. i see the steam from my warm breath
as it hits the cool night air. i get to the middle of the alley
and i hear the footsteps closer this time. i turn quickly
to see if i can catch them this time.
No one is there yet again. Wondering what is going on i quicken
to a trot to get out of the alley.
i feel a cold leather gloved hand go around my neck.
i gasp!
The stranger puts a blade to my throat, and tells me to remain
quiet and i won't be hurt. He keeps the blade to my throat,
and i whimper softly. i begin shaking from head to toe. Some
of it out of fear, and some out of anticipation.
The stranger binds my hands behind me with thick burley
rope. It begins to scratch and break my skin around my wrists.
i am then thrown against the wall. i feel the cold hard impact
on my back and bare legs.
The stranger lifts up my skirt, rips my pantyhose and tells
me to stand still. i remain still. i feel his hand going up
my inner thigh, and i want to scream. i remember the knife
and the vow of safety from remaining quiet.
i then feel the touch between my legs, and i feel my legs getting
shaky and unsure. He beings to fondle me and i begin to moan
inwardly trying to remain quiet. i begin to feel the moister
drip from me. It is warm and sticky.
i begin to squirm from pleasure, not from fright. i feel
the weight come off of my legs, as i am lifted onto a nearby
crate box. He sits me up on the crate, and fondles me more
to get me relaxed.
The minute i am about to orgasm from the massaged clit, he
thrusts his shaft into me.
i tense.
He starts out gentle and smooth, i can feel the slow rhythm.
He begins to quicken his speed, and i want to explode with
pleasure.
i begin to moan louder, and He holds the blade to my neck again,
and asks, "Did I say you could cum?"
i said, "No, sorry, sir."
i hold in and hold in until i feel like i am going to burst.
He slows to a torturing pace, and he looks at me, and says,
"Now you may cum."
When i finally release the held pleasure i see starts dancing
in front me.
He quickens his thrusts inside of me, and i keep having one
steady orgasm, and when i think i can't take anymore,
he cums.
He slides me off the crate, fixes my skirt, and undoes the
ties around my wrists.
He begins to wrap my coat around me, and whispers in my ear.
"good girl."
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Hello. I just wanted to get this started. I love blogging. Right now I have bloggers block though. Keep tuned in and hopefully i will have something good written in here
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