4/5/2012 10:18:06 AM: TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS (BDSM STYLE)‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the domain,Not a subbie was stirring, (they were tied down with chain)The shackles were hung by the chimney with care,And the St. Andrews cross stood empty and bare.The subbies were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of floggers danced in their heads;The Dom in his leather, and I in my slave cap,Had just settled down after getting our whacks.When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I crept from the bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew very quickly.Tripped over some handcuffs and cursed soft and thickly.The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snowGave the luster of mid-day to objects below,When, what to my sleep-crusted eyes should unfurl,But a miniature sleigh, pulled by eight pony girls,With a Dominant driver, so forbidding and stern,I knew in a moment I’d a great deal to learn.More rapid than eagles his pony girls came,And he whipped them, and shouted, and called them by name;“Now, dashslave! now, danceslave! now, pranceslave and switch!On, subbie! on slavegirl! on, slavepet and bitch!To the top of the porch! to the training room wall!And I’ll redden your bottoms, should one of you fall!As terrified tears before the cat-o-nine flow,When they meet with an obstacle, gather courage and go,So up to the house-top the pony girls flew,With the sleigh full of sex toys, and the Dominant too.And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of pony girl boots.As I drew in my head with a sense of forbode,In through the front door the Dominant strode.He was dressed all in black, from his head to his feet,And his clothes were all studded, leathered and neat.A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,And he looked very menacing opening his pack.His eyes, they were hard with a definite glowerHis countenance cold, and I quite felt his power.His sternly set mouth bespoke no reprieve,For the unlucky subbie who caused him to grieve.The goatee he sported lent a devilish airAs did the slight spatter of gray in his hair.He had strong pectorals and a muscular torso.That hardened and flexed and gave force to each blow.He was lean, stern and fit, quite the Dom of my dreams,And I wanted to serve him, so went down on my knees.He looked down upon me, with a turn of his head,He made my soul tremble while my heart filled with dread;He spoke not a word, but put me to straight to work,He watched me in silence, idly tapping his quirt.“Heel me,” he commanded, the lone words he would say,And he stalked out the door as I rushed to obey.He sprang to his sleigh, to his team cracked the whip,Pulled me ‘cross his knee, where i hung scared and limp.And he whispered to me, “I shall teach you a lesson.Happy Christmas, new slave; tonight we shall session.”

4/5/2012 9:57:04 AM: On Face-Fucking. Every heterosexual man alive must enjoy having his cock sucked by an attractive, eager woman. I suspect many would care little about a girl’s looks, so long as she has great oral skills.A Dominant comes to view cock sucking in a different way. If he has an eager submissive, he already knows her holes are available to him for any kind of pleasure he may wish. All he needs do is to summon her into service, or take her summarily. Cock sucking, then, becomes a more elevated sensual experience - part of the dance.At times, I will use cock sucking as a way to relax, allow my girl to greet me intimately, and give her a way to experience joy while feeding my hunger. Other times, I will use cock sucking as a way to bring my girl down to her place as my submissive, under me. I generally take her through three distinct, erotic levels to get her there - all a part of the dance.The first level of descent in cock sucking is allowing her to please me. I will simply have her kneel before me and suck my cock. Kneeling brings her to a submissive position. Sucking allows her to pleasure me. And freedom to move allows her to use all her skills (mouth, lips, tongue, breasts, and hands) to enhance the experience in any way she can. As she feels me moan, harden, and grow while I murmur “mmmm - gooooood girl” - she wets in anticipation.The second level of descent is when I gather her hair up in my hands, put her hands down, and bring her on and off my cock. This introduces another level of descent - objectifying her more - taking my pleasure from her willing mouth. I can feel her whimper and undulate, squirming as she feels powerless in my grasp. This is most exciting for her, making her feel savored as an erotic joy.The third level of descent is where we dance in the fringe of darkness. Face fucking. Complete objectification. I position and immobilize her, and I fuck her hot, wet, hole - down and dirty, fast and deep. I hold nothing back in taking my pleasure from this wet, whimpering orifice, and the sounds I hear and undulations I feel under me are all I need to know she is finally in her place. She is powerless against my hungry cock, and yet she feels desired, sensual and free in her place under me.Humiliation? Yes. Objectification? Definitely.Erotic? Beyond BeliefFulfilling? Most CertainlyAny girl who has ever been face-fucked properly comes to crave this experience. And the Dominant who brings her here can feel his full hunger - sated properly. The Dance on the Fringe of Darkness can be so deliciously decadent…There is 3 kinds of cock sucking a sub/slave can perform...1. The kind where the sub/slave wants/needs her MANs cum in her mouth so that she may savor its flavor as long as possible.  This is a direct, nearly exacting dance of mouth, tongue and hands.2. The kind when W/e want a VERY hard cock so that I can fuck My woman as desired and then deposit My cum DEEP inside her pussy or ass.  This is performed with a greater degree of hand stroking, visuals from you including your ass and wet cunt, stockings and heels and a very 'leggy' attitude and your slutty verbals begging to have My BIG HARD COCK DEEP INSIDE.3. The kind where no expectation of any specific result occurs.  you suck because it feels good to Me... regardless if I'm hard or not... such as... in the car driving, on the bed or sofa watching TV, in the office under My desk... or under the table while playing poker with the boys...

9/15/2010 7:39:03 PM: THE DEVIL AND BILLY MARKHAM  (Part 1 of 5)Shel SilversteinThe Devil walked into Linebaugh's on a rainy Nashville nightWhile the lost souls sat and sipped their soup in the sickly yellow neon light.And the Devil, he looked around the room, then got down on his knees.He says, 'Is there one among you scum who'll roll the dice with me?'Red, he just strums his guitar, pretending not to hear.And Eddie, he just looks away and takes another sip of beer.Vince, he says, 'Not me, I'll pass. I've had my share of hell,'And scribbling on a napkin, some song he was sure would sell.Ronnie just kept whisperin' low to the snuff queen who clutched at his sleeve.And somebody coughed—and the Devil scoffed—and turned on his heel to leave.'Hold on', says a voice from the back of the room,' 'fore you walk out that door.If you're lookin' for some action, friend, well, I've rolled some dice before.'And there stood Billy Markham, he'd been on the scene for years,Singin' all them raunchy songs that the town didn't want to hear.He'd been cut and bled a thousand time, and his eyes were wise and sad,And all his songs were the songs of the street, and all his luck was bad.'I know you,' says Billy Markham, 'from many a dark and funky place,But you always spoke in a different voice and wore a different face.While me, I've gambled here on Music Row with hustlers and with whores,And, hell, I ain't afraid to roll them devilish dice of yours.''Well, then, get down,' says the Devil, 'just as if you was gonna pray,And take these dice in your luckless hand and I'll tell you how this game is played.You get one roll—and you bet your soul—and if you roll thirteen you win,And all the joys of flesh and gold are yours to touch and spend.But if that thirteen don't come up, then kiss your ass goodbyeAnd will your useless bones to God, 'cause your goddam soul is mine!'Thirteen?' says Billy Markham. 'Hell, I've played in tougher games.I've loved ambitious women and I've rode on wheel-less trains.So gimme room, you stinkin' fiend, and let it all unwind.Nobody's ever rolled a thirteen yet, but this just might be the time.'Then Billy Markham, he takes the dice, and the dice feel as heavy as stones.'They should, they should,' the Devil says, ''cause they're carved from Jesus' bones.'And Billy Markham turns the dice and the dice, they have no spots.'I'm sorry,' says the Devil, 'but they're the only dice I got.''Well, shit,' says Billy Markham. 'Now, I really don't mean to bitch,But I never thought I'd stake my roll in a sucker's game like this.''Well, then, walk off,' says the Devil. 'Nobody's tied you down.''Walk off where?' says Billy Markham. 'It's the only game in town.But I just wanna say 'fore I make my play, that if I should chance to lose,I will this guitar to some would-be star who'll play some honest blues,Who ain't afraid to sing the words like damn or shit or fuckAnd who ain't afraid to put his ass on the stage where he makes his bucks.But if he plays this guitar safe, and sings some sugary lies,I'll haunt him till we meet in hell—now, gimme them fuckin' dice.'And Billy Markham shakes the dice and yells, 'Come on, thirteen!'And the dice, they roll—and come up blank. 'You lose!' the Devil screams.'But I really must say 'fore we go our way that I really do like your style.Of all the fools I've played and beat, you're the first one who lost with a smile.''Well, I'll tell you somethin',' Billy Markham says. 'Those odds weren't too damn bad.In fourteen years on Music Row, that's the best damn chance I've had.'Then, arm in arm, Billy Markham and the Devil walk out through Linebaugh's door,Leavin' Billy's old beat-up guitar there on the floor.And if you go into Linebaugh's now, you can see it there todayHangin' from a nail on that wall of peelin' grayBilly Markham's old guitar...that nobody dares to play.Entire poem here http://www.scribd.com/doc/23726785/Shel-Silverstein-s-The-Devil-and-Billy-Markham

10/23/2009 12:44:03 PM: She kneels on her special pillow by the door, waiting for him to come in. Her body trembles as she waits, wanting his touch, wanting his fierce possession, his firm handling of her willing body. Tonight she wants to be what he wants her to be; to obey his commands without hesitation, to allow him to position her, take her, touch her as he wishes.She is dressed for passion... her custom made red and black leather corset squeeses her soft body into shaply complience.  Long silky black stockings are perfectly clasped by garters.  Locked straps of her shiny red patent leather stilettos wrap around her ankles preventing escape.  Her only other adornment... his black collar around her throat . She wants to show him that she is already his, before he arrives. She wears his favorite perfume, her own sweet musky pussy juice on her neck and lips. She knows he wants to smell her need, her want, His hot wet pussy.The feelings she has when she is dressed for lust and he, fully dressed, are wicked and naughty. It is exciting and seems right, his hands touching her warm smooth skin, sometimes gentle, sometimes hard. She wants him to decorate her body, with his clamps, his ropes, his marks that turn her pale skin pink or red.She hears his car drive up, and she places a black satin blindfold over her eyes, wanting only to feel what he does to her, to intensify the sensations. He comes in, and securely locks the heavy oak door, not wanting any invasion of their privacy.He takes a deep breath, and she hopes he likes what he sees, her lingeried body, ready to serve her Dom, her Master. She wills her body to be pliant, yielding, submissive.She feels him step close to her, the rustle of clothing, and then the heat of his body against her face. She inhales deeply, recognizing his masculine, musky scent. She blindly licks her lips and opens her mouth, not even thinking, just knowing that is what he wants. The soft, hot, smooth skin of his rigid cock rubs her tongue as he slides it deep into her mouth.She relaxes her mouth, giving it to him, and he  slowly, exquisitely fucks it. She can feel the head nudging her throat, taste him on her tongue, his hands in her hair as he guides her. She moans low in her throat, the eroticism of his actions making her tremble.After a time, he removes his cock from her mouth. He grips it in his strong hand and rubs it all over her face. She tilts her head up, allowing his wetness to coat her face. Without saying a word, he grabs a handful of her hair, pulls her to her feet, and over to the side of the plush livingroom sofa.  Then pushes her upper body down over the sofa arm, forcing open her pussy and ass... showing him the wettness, eager for his hard cock...   She looks so amazing like this, submissive and in dire need of her Masters throbbing mouth moistened cock.  She consciously spreads her legs wider apart, giving him a better view of her hot pink pussy. She had shaved just an hour before, wanting that skin to be smooth and soft for him.He stands behind her, his palms caressing her back. She places her hands over her head, extending them out, a position of supplication, almost of worship. She can feel his strong cock nudging her sex, teasing her, tempting her. She remains still, simply holding her position, waiting.She takes a deep trembling breath, the waiting so hard. She wants and needs him, but knows this is a time for him, a time to show her devotion. His hands massage her rounded cheeks, his fingers pressing into the flesh.'Whose ass is this, angel?' he asks her.'Yours, Master,' she answers quickly, knowing it to be the truth.His fingers slide between her legs, spreading the full lips apart, then moving his fingers in small circles just inside her cunt. That word, it pops into her head. Cunt; a warm, wet living part of her, a part that belongs to him, to fuck, lick, nibble, fill. Cunt; to wrap slickly around him, a warm tunnel he invades, satisfying so many desires, both hers and his. She arches her back involuntarily, then catches herself and resumes her position.He begins to spank her bottom with hard, rapid swats, the sharp cracking sound music to her ears. She laces her fingers together, clenching them tight, a soft groan escaping her lips. She doesn't understand this desire of hers to be spanked, she just revels in it. Giving him that soft skin, wanting to please him with it. Knowing he likes the marks he leaves on her skin, marks she cherishes later.Sometimes it scares her, the depth of her need to be spanked by him. Wanting it harder, faster, longer, til she begs him to stop. She shudders, trying to control her own body, to just let him have her.He spanks her for a few moments, her skin turning a lovely pink, then pulls her back her to her feet. He guides her to the bed and leans down to kiss her. She lets her mouth soften, open, his tongue plunging deeply into her, claiming it.He pulls back, and adjusts the blindfold, making sure it is securely over her eyes. He efficiently puts wrist cuffs on, then ties her to the headboard. He talks to her all the while, telling her what a good slut she is, how obedient, how sweet, how hot. The words soak into her, soothing yet arousing at the same time. She wants to be his good girl, his nasty little slut, anything he wants her to be.She feels his weight on the bed, and he ties her breasts with the soft brown rope. Tighter this time, she feels her nipples start to throb. She relaxes on the bed, trusting him. He plays with her nipples, pinching, twisting, tugging on them. She tries to lay still, but it's so hard.She hears him moving around, then the pinch of the wooden clothespins on each nipple. She sucks in a deep breath as the pain registers in her head, in her body. She arches her back, thrusting them out, the pleasure/pain exquisite. His hands roughly massage them, squeezing them tight in his grip.She lays there, panting softly. He moves to her ankles, cuffing them as well, then tying them spread wide apart, with her knees up. It opens her cunt up to his view. She can't stop a slight lifting of her hips. He suddenly slaps her pussy, and she holds still.'Good girl,' he murmurs.She thinks she will go crazy from the wanting welling up from deep inside her. But she waits, forcing her body to relax. Again she feels him on the bed, and he straddles her body, his ass in her face. He lifts slightly, and she suckles and slurps his balls, rolling them with her tongue.  He moves again, and her mouth opens. His cock slides into her wet hungry mouth. He thrusts deeply, and she has to force her throat to relax to take his thickness.He lowers his head, burying his face in her pussy. It pushes his cock deeper. She feels deliciously trapped there, his bonds on her ankles and wrists, his cock in her mouth, his mouth on her cunt, his weight pressing her down. She gives him that sweet wet cunt, knowing he likes the control of making her cum with his mouth.He fucks her mouth as he sucks on her hard wet throbbing clit. She moves as much as her body is able to with his body on top of her. Her legs are straining wide apart, reaching, wanting. He lifts his head.'Cum, now, angel,' he growls.He starts to suck hard on her clit, and she explodes. She can't scream, she can't cry out, because his cock is stuffed in her throat. She can only convulse weakly, the orgasm rippling through her in waves.As she calms down, he removes his mouth from her, and his cock. He unbinds her wrists, leaving the cuffs on. He reaches up and takes off the clothespins. She cries out, the pain white hot as the blood rushes back into her nipples. He massages them gently, making her groan with the feeling. He next releases her ankles, and pushes on her side, silently telling her to roll over. She does, her body still trembling from the powerful orgasm he allowed her.'Show me that asshole, my angel,' he urges.She reaches back and spreads her cheeks wide apart, feeling her asshole gaping. She moves seductively, offering him that warm tight hole. He watches her, her asshole opening and closing slightly, loving how she looks when she does this. Knowing she does it because he asks her to.He pours lubricant over her, then positions himself at that inviting opening. He slowly sinks into her, til he is buried to the hilt inside that tight hot ass. She relaxes her body, yielding to that hard stiff cock. The pain is mild, but arousing. She loves giving him her ass, letting him fuck her there. It makes her feel like such a nasty slut, such a bad girl.She wants to beg him to fuck her, to fuck her tight ass, to spank her at the same time, but she knows it's not the time. Her breasts are crushed against the bed, The ropes are still tightly around them, her breasts throbbing.He keeps fucking her slowly, with long full thrusts, all the way in, then sliding out, then back in. She rubs her face on the bed, her body on fire everywhere.He puts his hands on her sides, and continues taking her tight ass. After a few minutes, he pulls out, and she hears him stroking his cock. She spreads her cheeks wider, knowing her asshole is loose and open. God, she feels like such a slut; such a wonderful, wicked slut. She groans.She feels his hot creamy cum landing on her asshole, soaking her, running down her cunt. Jesus, she wants to cum again. She thinks she will explode with the need. He pushes her again, and she rolls on her back. He guides her hands to that wet pussy, and she starts rubbing, using his cum as lubricant.'That's it, angel, cum for me,' he moans.She keeps rubbing, knowing he is watching her, knowing he likes to see her masturbate for him. She cums hard, her body bucking up off the bed. As it fades, she slumps on the bed. She feels weak, exhausted, spent. He gently removes the ropes from her sore breasts, soothing them as she moans with the pain.She waits for his instructions, wanting to please him still. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tight, pressing small kisses on her face. He removes the blindfold and kisses her eyes. She is his, simply, completely, his.