felineprincessNZ

My Sir, The Domina Enchantress has waited patiently..... She has experienced your touch; she has experienced emotions never before within her grasp.....she gave you the greatest gift she possessed, her submission and utter trust in you.
Because of this, she would like to give back to you; what you have given her......and so, as Domina, she knows exactly what she wants and how she wants it......
....As Enchantress, she knows exactly what you want and how you will get it..........and be assured, she will always give to you; her complete and utter, undivided, attention.
...Because, simply, that is how, precious gifts should be treated.

Entwined

Whirlwind? maybe, exciting? certainly, nerve wracking? hell yes, successful? well hopefully!

All of these thoughts swirled their way around her head as she ran around the house packing a whole host of bags (just in case). Whilst frantic to the casual observer, it was all very precise. She had described in detail what she would wear, down to the colour of nails and lips and what should be seen to whet the appetite of the Dom she had found, almost by mistake and certainly by surprise. A kind of synchronicity if one should take the notion.

The conversation from the start was intense; the interests and desires colliding at every turn. The fact that he was overseas was not one iota of a problem; in fact she had over looked this completely.  When he announced that he was arriving three days after they had started communication it felt like a given, but as the hours ticked by her levels of anticipation rose.

By tacit agreement, neither knew what the other looked like; nor names, and it was expected that she would know him simply by the meeting of eyes. He had truly seduced her mind with words; she had found herself eagerly devouring each and every word he wrote; felt every sensation described; yearned for the experiences he offered. He had described her as being his Enchantress and as entranced as she was by him, it did both her sexual esteem and sensual core good to hear that; and she was looking forward to enchanting him further and completely.  

She had prepared as well as she could, down to the last detail and had even fit a gym workout in to keep her mind focused on the evening ahead and as she sat in her car well ahead of the allotted meeting time, rushes of excitement fought with sharp spikes of nervous anticipation and without warning, the sight of a tall well built man entering the restaurant had the effect of an almost tangible desire overcoming her. 

The time had finally arrived; after checking her red lipstick for the trillionth time in the mirror and smoothing down her long blonde hair, with shaky legs she exited the car. She ensured the long black silk gloves were in place and her black dress was smoothed down and not a sight of the sheer hold ups were visible. She then began the walk that would seal her fate, to the restaurant door.

As she stood, sometime later whilst he kissed her softly; teasing with a mere tantalizing touch of his lips and began to slowly unzip her little black dress, she felt all of her senses awaken. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to bear; she had absolutely no idea of what to expect, but wanted to embrace everything; trust and desire was a heady combination and she was more than ready; hell she had waited a lifetime for this moment.

The array of wondrous items laid across  the dining table nearly had her eyes popping out and her mind had gone into overload. A child on Xmas day had nothing on how she was feeling. Corsets of every material imaginable; long, long gloves that she so loved; rope, cuffs and so much more. When she was invited to try a sexy PVC corset in black and red, she didn't need asking twice..... as she stood and allowed herself to be laced in to an almost breath defying tightness she felt the Enchantress in her take over; the photos that ensued, encapsulated her feline sensuality and when it was time to have her first taste of Shibari, she was more than ready.

As he stood before her near nakedness, she automatically bowed her head. She was strangely calm; he tilted her chin and kissed her gently but firmly on the lips and then began to weave his magic. As the first coil of binding touched her skin, she took a sharp intake of breath and her mind began an almost ambivalent skirmish of lucid calmness opposing a rush of molten desire.

The coiling and weaving took some time; she relished the attention the bindings gave her; he was ever watchful, ensuring all was well. All was very well. Her conscious mind had questioned what was going on and the inner critic at full pelt; initially she had casually wondered if she would be able to breathe;  but her subconscious mind had then strolled in and she was in that special place; a niche where dreams are made. It was a strange calmness; her breathing had reduced and become shallow; she was ultra aware of every movement he made; could smell the scent of his skin in the air; felt the warmth of his breath at the back of her neck and the touch of his fingertips as they brushed her skin when binding; the slight burn of the rope; the underlying passion. He had explained to her through writings how the Shibari would be the ultimate in being placed in strategic points that would tantalize; and that each movement she then made, would invoke a domino effect of pleasure. When her head was pulled back with her hair also bound in the rope, she felt a mixture of vulnerability and hot desire for the man before her.

When completed, he stood back and looked upon his handiwork. Deciding that more binding could be the way to go, he began to bind each of her breasts with red rope. This certainly brought her senses back to the here and now with startling alacrity. The initial excruciating pain was almost too much to bear; and visions of breasts bound with purple hues sprang to her mind. But then, once both were bound, a curiosity overtook the pain. The cool touch of leather around her wrists behind her back and the click of the handcuffs completed the scene. Or so she thought.

His fingertips started to trace the outline of her face; his lips soon followed; caressing; lips trailing the contour of her neck; she shuddered with the intensity of the touch; knees buckling a little as his tongue finds her ear; his breath tormenting her heightened sense of touch. But this was not all; he then began to stroke her breasts; gently; encircling her nipples with the merest touch. Then, without warning, whilst licking her neck, begins sliding his fingertips down her body and along her waist line.  Unable to contain herself she squirms as the now sensitive carpet of skin that covers her body is also unbearably ticklish. Still in awe of what is happening, he then kisses her long and hard.  Raw passion, red hot and molten arises like Vesuvius within and when his lips surround her nipples suckling and caressing with his tongue she whimpers involuntarily and gasps with desire.

Then he walks away; takes a breath and begins to tenderly, slowly, carefully, gently and methodically unbind her. Leaving just the cuffs, he embraces her, holding her close; an all encompassing familiarity. This embrace needs no words. This embrace says it all.

The time passes; they part; the cuffs are then taken off, and as he begins to walk away, she murmurs, he stops and then hears the familiar click of steel and his wrists behind his back............

.......The time passes; they part; the cuffs are then taken off, and as he begins to walk away, she murmurs, he stops and then hears the familiar click of steel and his wrists behind his back............

 .......He catches his breath; he feels her soft hands touching the inside of his arms, her warm breath on his naked back. He hears her purr, her soft voice calmly directing him to step back and as he does so, he feels her move to his side and she requests quietly and firmly that he close his eyes....

 He is now standing in front of the bed, she moves swiftly and the next thing he knows, he feels the fur lined blindfold he made, being placed over his eyes and being fastened at the back of his head. He groans; struggles a little and is then still. He gasps.  

Whilst thrilled by the anticipation, he is also struggling to dispel the internal panic rising and calm the myriad of thoughts flying through his head. Whilst he had wondered what it would be like to be in this position and can think of no other he would offer his submission to; it feels equally erotic and alien to him and he can feel a tear forming underneath the blindfold.

 Meanwhile, the Feline takes a moment to gather her own thoughts; she had not planned this, but the opportunity had presented itself and it would have been rude not to take advantage of that. But where to start? She looks around the room and spies some latex gloves and lube and thinks that is a good a start as any, loving to touch her Sir......

 She grabs both and whilst placing the gloves on her hands, drops to her knees and licks the inside of a thigh...she hears a soft groan from the back of his throat and is encouraged by this. She places lube on her gloved hands, rubs them together to warm, and strokes the inside of both thighs; caressing the length from knee to groin, taking care not to touch his genitals; he instinctively moves his legs further apart; she strokes again and as she does so, his cock springs to attention; she espies the pre cum instantly glistening and is immediately tempted by the sight. She moves her hands up and inside his thighs, and cups both buttocks. She then very gently, with a feather like touch, licks with the tip of her tongue the pre cum off his cock. His knees buckle a little at this and so she continues to stroke and knead his buttocks, his already ramrod hard cock seems to grow even harder and she rewards this with a lubed smooth gloved hand touching his cock; cupping at first and then wrapping her fingers gently around; gently to the base and then increasing the grip just a little; she places her lips around the tip of his cock. He unconsciously thrusts his hips towards her and so she stops.

 She moves away, and then takes both shoulders and kisses him on the lips; feather like kisses, with tantalising licks followed by a deeper sensuous kiss. She stops and whispers in his ear for him to sit down on the bed and assists him to do this; once sat she then guides him to lie down on his back, with his cuffed hands behind his back and his knees remaining bent at the edge of the bed.  She ensures that he is comfortable and she then licks his nipple. He jumps at the touch as though he has been electrocuted. Spurred on by this, she licks again and then licks her way down his side to his groin. He moans loudly. And writhes a little.

She then bends over, takes his cock with her right hand, and lovingly places it into her mouth slowly and sensually; whilst doing this she simultaneously takes her left hand (still gloved) and begins to stroke his balls, and trails her finger to the sensitive spot between scrotum and anus. He squeals and moans and writhes at the pleasure invoked.

Whilst she moves her lips up and down his shaft, she mimics the action with her hand around his scrotum and anus. His moans increase in volume and his breath catches in his throat. He exclaims that he doesn't know what she is doing but it is amazing and then catches his breath again as she stops.

 She moves away and to the head of the bed where the ice bucket is standing; takes off her gloves and dips her right hand into the melted ice water. She stands over him and drips drops of cold water on his cock. He squirms. She quietly takes a mouthful of champagne and then leans over him and takes his cock into her champagne filled mouth. He immediately writhes against the restraint and he exclaims his pleasure in guttural tones.

 She can wait no longer; she needs his cock. She whispers in his ear that she is going to take the blindfold off and as she does so, places his head on a pillow so that he can now view what she is about to do.

She kisses him, placing her hands around the back of his shaved head, she trails her fingernails down the back of his skull, just the way she knows he loves it; knows it makes him crazy.

 She trails her nails around the front of his face; cups his face in her hands whilst she finishes french kissing him and then trails the nails from her right hand down his body as she moves the end of the bed.

 She stands before him, legs spread, hands cupping her sex. She takes two fingers into her mouth with an exaggerated licking and sucking motion and then plunges them inside her. She then turns around and bends down in front of him. His eyes widen and his cock twitches at the sight. She backs up closer and then sits on his cock, taking the whole length in one swift move. They moan simultaneously at the sheer pleasure. She moves up and down tantalisingly slowly; he delights in the view and she can feel the slick pre-cum lubing  her every move. She moves off and turns around and takes his cock into her mouth tasting and relishing their combined juices and purrs from the back of her throat. He can take no more, he NEEDS to be inside her; he NEEDS to plunge into her; filling her; expelling his molten hot seed into the very core of her.

She senses this and swiftly places her hands behind his back, guiding him to a sitting position and un cuffs him. He immediately stands up and grasping her long blonde hair, pulling her head back takes her from behind. Her hot pussy tightens around his cock; he can feel it milking him; can feel the orgasm building; higher and higher; more and more and when he can feel her orgasm also rising and her pussy clenching, he thrusts long and deep and roaring, he bursts  like a molten volcano deep inside her, for what feels like forever, harder and hotter than ever before; shudders wracking his body, on and on, like aftershocks of pure unadulterated pleasure. They sink to the bed, sated.

 Her Sir; His Enchantress;

 He then hears her purr......

The road to submission can be seen as quite a treacherous one; at least this was my perspective anyhow.

The thought of letting myself go; taking orders; obeying to what might seem ridiculous requests and replying yes Master and the like whilst I was at it, was at the most abhorrent and at the least, unlikely for me.

 But as these stories commonly go, it happened to me when I least suspected it.....going about my normal duties like a good girl should (maybe the first sign) and I didn’t even notice when day by day step by step I was being groomed by a most seductive and persistent Master......

 Whilst having no conscious leanings towards becoming submissive, in fact my friends and I used to laugh about the very thought of me surrendering and being submissive to anyone.  I found myself agreeing without much prior thought, to meeting up with a dominant male; at the very least, I thought, we could talk and I could gain a perspective from the male Dominant side, which as a would be female Domme I thought could be useful. As it was, we agreed to meet on a work day and for a midday coffee. As per usual on the day, I was mad busy at work and so little time to think much about it and I sprayed perfume and chucked lipstick on as I hurried to meet him. Although I had made the effort to wear something feminine that day and not my usual work trousers.

 The coffee shop appeared full as I approached and I glanced at a dark haired gentleman with an air of being in charge sat outside that I scuttled past, in my haste not to be too late; and suspected could be him. And of course my instincts were right as I reached the coffee shop counter and I had to stroll back outside again as though it were the most natural thing to do. Apologising for being late and being in such a rush, I then began to feel the frission of fear mixed with excitement that sprang from nowhere. The surreal nature of sitting in front of a Dom a mere stone’s throw from work about to talk about the art of submission or at least for me to gain some insight into domination had finally got to me.

He on the other hand, was the perfect example of debonair and cool; quietly spoken and polite with a slight smile in his eyes as he led the conversation. This was just as well as to be honest, when confronted by a Dom where the hell does one start in the line of questioning? Especially when the realisation of me actually being interviewed as a potential sub hit me. This then turned me into a gibbering wreck and when the word master was thrown onto the conversation, I could not help myself but laugh. The more I tried to restrain myself the more I giggled. As I thought this could land me deeper into trouble and potential pain I laughed harder. Thank goodness he was also of good humour and smiled benevolently back.

 Then, that was it, first meeting over. As I returned to work, I was then thrown back onto the fray and so my encounter had to go to the back of my mind. As did further communication for a while. My work, plus my  knack, or art of being similar to a female version of the Scarlet Pimpernel made it difficult.

I hadn’t really considered becoming a submissive; I pictured myself much more of a Domina, or so I had thought. Then further down the line I found myself looking forward to hearing from him. Was disappointed when looking at my emails and not see his name and when I did, my heart beat just a tad faster.....and this grew with the advent of texts....even when the anticipation lasted longer than the reading as only a few words....but the amount daily grew...as did my interest.....

 The content of the messages began to become more seductive. This process was sneaky and was step by step; little by little; slowly slowly catchee monkey.  Offering me images of sensual delight I had not thought about or considered previously. My subconscious then ran amok and began to conjure images in my mind from the written word; and hell it was good. In fact it was HOT. I didn’t then want to read about this stuff anymore, I wanted a piece of this action!

I then found myself responding to the tantalising images, found myself agreeing not only by the written word but also my mind. I actually WANTED this to happen. Wanted to feel the collar around my neck, the following of instruction; the obeying to simple requests; I was responding positively to the handle of ‘My sub’ and was becoming more and more pleased with being praised as such. . Whilst a lot still left to be desired in my mind, I was at the point of no return and had to act fast.........

Reading the Fine Print

Grumbling and tetchy she hoiked the briefcase out of the boot of the hire car and stomped towards the printing works. Being the new trouble shooter did have its disadvantages she mused as she continued stomping across the car park towards the printing works in her stiletto heels. She had been looking forward to a night out in Auckland but instead had been sent to Christchurch; not told of this till late Friday afternoon; has thus arrived at 8pm with the remit to sort out night workers at the printers. Taking the time to straighten her dress and pick up her briefcase she entered the building.

It appeared not to have much sign of life within; nobody at reception to welcome her. Sighing, she glanced around and saw restrooms to her right, thinking at least she could freshen up and reapply lipstick before entering into battle, she entered the Ladies. Reapplying her perfume Opium, and her trademark red lipstick and flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she exited and walked through reception and stalked towards some double doors. Entering these, she saw further along a corridor before her a light shining under one door and so she headed for this, hoping to catch the workers unawares and so it would be to her advantage.

Upon entering the said room, which was vast and with the distinctive pungent smell of ink in the air,  she spotted before her some distance away, one lone guy, head down, peering into a massive printing machine, sighing and humming a tuneless song.

He wore jeans and a long white overall (snazzy she thought somewhat sarcastically) and thinking she would catch him by surprise, and walking stealthily towards him, he surprised her instead by instantly reeling around; and so she was struck dumb by the dark eyes she found herself gazing into.

‘Can I help you?’ was the opener from him, but being dazzled by the sight; she was uncharacteristically lost for words momentarily. He took this to his advantage and asked again, this time complete with a sardonic twist to his eyebrow, and not waiting for an answer, he then took her by the arm and led her to a room off the large printing room she had found him in.

This room was dimly lit; was what the estate agents would describe as ‘bijou’ which in reality meant it barely had room for the desk and chair within. No need for lights though as the air was fairly fizzing and crackling with the electricity generated between the two.

Finding her voice, she cleared her throat and introduced herself and attempted to make good and began to even try to command the conversation as she normally would; she took it that he was the supervisor for the evening and so began to let rip as her remit had been emphatic. However it became increasingly difficult to complete as he stood looking gorgeous with a mocking smile upon his face,

It enraged her further that he then sat her down and stood leaning against the wall facing her as she continued her rant. He appeared somewhat unflustered too, which she wasn’t used to; she had a reputation that men quaked in their boots at the mere mention of her name (or so she thought). He then moved closer and sat on the edge of the desk facing her. As her eyes were now at a par with his groin this distracted her further and she found herself staring at this, until she managed to tear her eyes away and up to his face.

To her astonishment he appeared to be nodding in agreement with a slight smirk upon his face and then leant over and touched her face gently. This unravelled her completely and sensing this, he took the opportunity to seal her fate with a grazing of her lips with his.

Saying nothing he then took a cloth bag out of his desk drawer; and took her by the hand and led her back to the original room.

Stopping and then standing in the large darkened print room, for a moment for her to catch her breath; they walked towards the silent printing machine. Standing with his back to the machine, he ordered her to get on her knees; when she had done this, he walked behind her and taking a large handkerchief out of his pocket, he tied this over her eyes. He reached into the cloth bag and took out a rope and began to bind her hands behind her back. Touching her head and hair and stroking her face.

Once done, he then put his hands up her dress and after running his fingers up her inner thighs, until barely touching the mound above, he then began to stroke her behind with one hand and turned her around to face him with the other.

Taking her hair in his free hand he gripped it tightly and guided her head towards him and began to kiss her. Gently at first then easing his tongue into her mouth the passion increased. The grip on her hair tightened and she gasped with pleasure. His other hand had remained clasped on her behind and then began to slide down her butt, taking her panties with it until they dropped to the floor.

He then stopped the assault on her lips abruptly, swizzing her round and bending her over he gave her a slap on her bare butt with the flat of his hand. The sound of this made a resounding crack around the still room; she gasped with equal amounts of shock and pleasure. Before she recovered from this, he pushed a finger inside her pussy and when pulling the finger out gave another crack to her butt. Simultaneous fingering and slapping continued until her legs began to quake and then he changed tack and began to tease her anus and clitoris using both hands at the same time. Too much for one woman she thought and screamed loudly; orgasming as she had never orgasmed before.

Immediately he pushed her to her knees, taking the handkerchief from her eyes he then took his cock out of the restraints of his overall and jeans and guided her head towards his throbbing cock. She immediately acquiesced and began to suck and lick furiously until he stopped her and then turning her to face the print machine pushed her down onto where the papers would usually exit printed.

Pushing her head down onto the machine, the smell of ink assailing her nostrils, he rammed his cock into her pussy, whilst gripping her hair and slapping her butt, he then rode her relentlessly until he came hot hard and plentiful.

He then without further ado; took the binding from her hands, removed her dress and bra; and picked her up and placed her face up onto the machine; legs akimbo and ordered her to masturbate for him. As she began this task he nodded with approval and then began to stroke her body, breasts and nipples until he sensed a change in her breathing and then placed clamps on her nipples and gripping her face in his hand; very slowly and carefully began to thrust his renewed hard cock inside her; teasing her at first by just entering the very tip of his cock and stroking her clitoris with his free hand; and continuing this sensual torture by increasing the depth of thrusting slowly until she began to cum; gushing over his cock which began his climb back to orgasmic heaven.

When both satiated he then took a towel out of the cloth bag; wiped her down, assisted her to get off the machine and readjusted his jeans and overall. Picking the rope off the floor; and the clamps from her nipples; he then placed his handkerchief back into his pocket.

Standing facing her he then spoke. Introduced himself as the owner of the printing works and suggested that the work here was now done. He pointed to the door that they had entered and without a further word walked away with a satisfied smirk upon his face.

 Hope you enjoyed!!!! :)

On a Night Like this....

In the very back of my mind, in the dark recesses, I have wondered what it would be like to be dominated; put into a situation alluring, but with little control; to be ravaged by a lover and taken to the pinnacle of pleasure; for me to give up my fiercely held control and submit to pure pleasure just the thought of this could both arouse and scare me in equal measures.

But there I was, stuck late in the office for the third time in a row; fed up I idly looked out of the office window where I noticed darkness and rain sheeting down. Groaning, I grabbed my bag and car keys and hurried down to the basement to find my car. Sighing at the thought of yet another hour until I got home to my cat and my dinner, I threw myself into the car and hit the road.

Thank goodness for the radio I thought idly as the motorway traffic came to a standstill, and listening to Axl Rose belting out, and looking around at the other drivers, I spotted a sleek and sporty little number sidling up on my right hand side; the car was a black as night Jaguar which I looked admiringly at, then drawing my eyes from the back of the car to the driver, my eyes widened. The driver was even more stunning than the car, with chiselled features, strong jaw and a perfect profile. My jaw dropped and my mouth became dry (apart from the metaphoric drooling that was also going on in my mind).

Noticing my frank admiration the driver slipped me a wink and then quietly sped past me. Intent on catching up I attempted to dodge other cars until I managed a sneak manoeuvre in the left lane and undertook my quarry. Laughing to myself as the outside lane was at a total standstill, my glee was short lived as suddenly another car swerved in front of me causing me to anchor on the brakes and skid off the motorway to the left. My car retaliated to this affront by completely cutting out and adding insult to injury began to radiate smoke from under the bonnet. Hell fire, I muttered as I leapt out of my car, not such an easy feat as my high stilettos and tight pencil skirt prevented both speed and movement. As I stumbled out of the car I felt a hand steady my arm and a deep voice asking if I was alright. To my amazement it was my 'knight in a shining Jaguar' much more debonair (and gorgeous) in the flesh. I croaked a reply and promptly tripped over his foot. He immediately took charge. Taking me to his car and ordering me inside, he called the AA and told them to pick up my car and take to a garage and gave them his number to contact when done. In the meantime he said; he would take care of me. Little did I know just how much; and how this was to unfold.

Not being used to someone taking charge, I was struck dumb for a moment and meekly did as he asked, he held the passenger door open and I noticed a slight lift of an eyebrow as I began to get into the car, my skirt rode up a little and a glimpse of a stocking top was visible. A small glimmer of a smile was the only acknowledgment and off we sped into the night.

As he drove, he introduced himself as Marcus and then began to compliment me and began to tell me what physical attributes I had that attracted him. I was momentarily stunned; I had never met anyone so unashamedly forward and with it, both witty and charming; it was positively beguiling. I found myself completely disarmed and was rendered somewhat mute. Marcus then began to regale me with exactly what he would like to do to me. This concluded with how he would like to have me submit to him and do exactly what he said. Now this was a complete reversal of the charm and wit and whilst terrified me, a glimmer of lust was also sparked. I wondered what would happen next. I did not have long to wait.

We came off the motorway at a junction not familiar to me; Marcus then drove expertly and rapidly into a myriad of country roads and stopped suddenly on the middle of nowhere. He turned to me and ordered me to take my seat belt off and get out of the car. I was so shocked I could do nothing but acquiesce.....

Standing by the open car door his hand caressed me lightly from my throat, down my front, straight down to the inner thigh. Feeling his hand so close to my pussy, I caught my breath; this was not what I was expecting.

Then without a word he took hold of my shoulders and turned me to face the side of the Jaguar; and grabbing my hair and pulling back my head, pushed me towards the car and face downwards onto the bonnet.

Holding my hair in one hand, he slipped one hand up my skirt and pulled my french knickers down.

Pushing my skirt up and baring my bottom upwards. Stroking my butt and caressing the now increasingly moist folds in-between he changed tack and slapped my butt cheek; automatically I went to move, to stand up and began to protest, he tightened the grip on my head and instructed in an even tone to not move nor make a sound or I would be sorry. I began again to open my mouth to protest but gentler caressing of my breasts and the promise of more caresses made me quiet.

Again the caresses began to drift downwards and then began to explore my pussy, stroking probing until my breathing quickened; immediately the stroking changed to gentle spanking of my bare bottom, alternating between spanking and caressing until I was whimpering and squirming.

Again, all stopped and Marcus suggested that in order to behave myself he would assist me to remain stock still and without further ado, brought out a pair of leather cuffs and a contraption looking like a bungee cord that he then swiftly cuffed my hands together and tied the cord to what I supposed was the wheel arch of the car and tied to the cuffs making me bend further across the car bonnet face down, he then took a scarf out and blindfolded me whispering and telling me how sexy I was and how good I was and how he would give me what I needed. But that I was not to orgasm until he gave me permission   and I was to tell him when I was close to orgasm and ask for this permission

Running his hands down he undid my skirt and took it off; he then put something around my ankles which made me stand astride. I was bound and hobbled and whilst ripples of fear snaked around my stomach a frisson of excitement was also present

Talking and coaxing the whole time he began to stroke down my back my sides; caressing my hips; snaking to my pussy and back to the inner thighs; again without warning he began to slap my cheeks gently then stroking and slapping, stroking and slapping and then probing

Sensations never before discovered rippled around my body; until the caressing, slapping and probing proved far too much and I cried out and begged for permission to come. Immediately he stopped and moved away until some normality returned and then  began the crescendo of touching stroking slapping and probing four times before finally I was given the permission and came shuddering and squirting over his hand and down my now quivering legs..........

Pull my hair...Kiss me. ..Bite my neck... Want me... Hold my face... Whisper what you're going to do to me... Spank my ass... Lick me... Grab my breasts... Have me suck you... Tell me what to wear... Make me listen... Lick my nipples...Bite my bottom lip... Brush against me... Tease me... Blindfold me... Trace your fingers all over me...Need me.. Give me goose bumps... Make me whimper... Make me scream with pleasure... Use me..Comfort me..Write on me... Hold my wrists... Tie me up... Leave me shaking... Fuck me good... Kiss me more... Make me beg for reprieve... Make me say your name... Make me squirm.... Nibble me everywhere... Stroke my clit...Leave me breathless. ..Make me gasp. Make my legs shake. ...Make me squirt...Touch me everywhere... Wake the neighbours... Make my skin tingle... Fuck me from behind...  Hold my hands... Grab my hips... Slam into me...  Rock me... Soothe me...Scratch me...Make me yours... Make me beg for you to stop... Fill me... Consume me.... Kiss me deep... Fuck me slowly, erotically painfully slowly... Make me ask permission. ... Call me pet names. ..Nuzzle me... Own me... Protect me...Say my name... Love me. ..

The Meeting of D

This was it, the talking was over. She had flirted and bantered enough to pique the interest of the Dom she had spotted and he had responded by seducing her with words, Dominant wisdom and promise of the unknown. Which had her obeying; virtually without a fight; which was an unusual feat for a strong willed woman such as herself.

After a week or so of the sensual onslaught, and she on a perpetual sexual high, he then advised he was flying into her city and wished to meet her. After initially assuring no pressure, the sexual innuendo was rife. From the promise of a kiss and no more; to the claiming of ‘his’ pussy but without orgasmic release for her or penetration was almost too much to imagine. He was very good; very erotic and very much in control.

Dressing with care on the morning of the ‘meeting’ she placed underwear and hold ups in her bag to change into later that day. Work was a welcome distraction for once until a text came through to say he was at the hotel and waiting. Her heart leapt into her mouth and stomach churned all with nervous excitement and trepidation. Work was then non grata and so she text back to say she would be with him as soon as traffic allowed. He gave her the room number, but agreed to meet in the foyer, dressed in his uniform for her, correctly suspecting her reticence to just go straight up.

Arriving at the hotel, feeling like a hooker and sure everyone knew what she was there for, she was disconcerted to see no man in uniform around, and scanning the bar walked back to the foyer and sat down in order to relax the trembling knees and to look as though she was meant to be there. As she picked her phone up, she spotted him out of the corner of her eye. What little moisture she had in her mouth disappeared instantly and her heart notched up a few more beats per second.

Praying she wouldn’t fall over upon either standing or walking she greeted him as nonchalantly as she dared and followed him to the lift as though this was the most natural thing to do in the world. Hell fire, if someone had suggested even a week before that she would be in a hotel willingly going to a strange man’s room for him to do whatever he wanted to her, she would have laughed right in their face.

Upon entering the room, she attempted small talk and sat on the edge of the bed. He allowed this for a few moments and then taking control, took hold of her hands, slipped her jacket off and stood her up facing him. Gazing at her for no longer than a split second, he took her face in-between his hands and kissed her. Continuing to kiss her gently, he then slid his left hand behind her head, then taking a firm grip of her hair, his kissing rose up a notch in intensity. She was elevated to seventh heaven, if holding her face in his hands wasn’t hot enough; the gripping of her hair in his firm grasp nearly felled her. Continuing the onslaught of kissing action he then turned her round, unzipped her dress, letting it slide to the floor.

Whilst she was now facing the bed, he then ordered her to bend over and pushing down on both her head and her back he manoeuvred her to bend over with her butt in the air. He then grasped her pussy in one hand; her breath quickened. He pushed her face further to the bed and ordered her to arch her back more. Sliding her panties down, he began to grip and stroke her pussy. Inspecting and offering a narrative as he went. Commenting on her petite pink clit; teasing and stroking as he went. Although mute with astonishment and wonder; she was acutely aware of all the sensations evoked by his touch. How desperately she wanted him inside her. Wanted release.

As if sensing this, he changed tack, and turning her back around to face him, he grasped both of her hands behind her back with one hand and then starting the kissing offensive again whilst using the other hand to grasp and stroke her left breast.

Leaning down and nuzzling at the breast, he then bit without warning causing her to cry out. He then began to grasp her breast in one hand whilst holding her hair with the other and began to run his tongue from her throat up to her lips, and then pushed his tongue into her mouth through her slightly parted lips. He then stroked her face gently whilst continuing to kiss her; the air around was electric; her lips were soft, his firm they continued to kiss, the passion rising more and more. He then stopped the grasping of her breast and grabbed her hair; entwining between his fingers, tightening the grip. Increasing the intensity of the kiss until he stopped kissing and then ordered her to get on her knees and look up at him.

He then stood before her and undid his shirt, revealing a toned torso; he then ordered her to undo his belt and his trousers....once the belt was undone, she was told to place her hands behind her back and he then took the belt off the trousers and placed it around her neck, slipping it through the loop as a makeshift collar.

Her eyes widened as she could see the outline of his erection through the trousers and as he began to unzip the fly, his hardness began to strain; and the boxers within could not contain his hard member’s eagerness for freedom.

He stood for a moment whilst she unconsciously caught her breath. He then took his cock out and began to stroke it gently in front of her. Without fore warning he then grabbed the belt and pulled her head towards his crotch. She needed no further instruction and began to take his cock into her soft mouth. Tasting gently; licking cautiously; she tasted the whole length, slowly and delicately. He groaned. Spurred on by this she began to suck eagerly; he began to thrust his cock into her mouth; hips moving rhythmically; groaning deep in the back of his throat; whilst the back of hers was filled with his cock. 

She groaned, which was to be his signal and he began to cum; hot spunk filled her mouth; she savoured it and once satiated he ordered her down on her knees and hold her face down whilst he straightened his clothes and then ordered her back on her feet and handed her the dress off the floor.

She was thus dismissed.

In the very back of my mind, in the dark recesses, I have wondered what it would be like to be dominated; put into a situation alluring, but with little control; to be ravaged by a lover and taken to the pinnacle of pleasure; for me to give up my fiercely held control and submit to pure pleasure just the thought of this could both arouse and scare me in equal measures.

But there I was, stuck late in the office for the third time in a row; fed up I idly looked out of the office window where I noticed darkness and rain sheeting down. Groaning, I grabbed my bag and car keys and hurried down to the basement to find my car. Sighing at the thought of yet another hour until I got home to my cat and my dinner, I threw myself into the car and hit the road.

Thank goodness for the radio I thought idly as the motorway traffic came to a standstill, and listening to Axl Rose belting out, and looking around at the other drivers, I spotted a sleek and sporty little number sidling up on my right hand side; the car was a black as night Jaguar which I looked admiringly at, then drawing my eyes from the back of the car to the driver, my eyes widened. The driver was even more stunning than the car, with chiselled features, strong jaw and a perfect profile. My jaw dropped and my mouth became dry (apart from the metaphoric drooling that was also going on in my mind).

Noticing my frank admiration the driver slipped me a wink and then quietly sped past me. Intent on catching up I attempted to dodge other cars until I managed a sneak manoeuvre in the left lane and undertook my quarry. Laughing to myself as the outside lane was at a total standstill, my glee was short lived as suddenly another car swerved in front of me causing me to anchor on the brakes and skid off the motorway to the left. My car retaliated to this affront by completely cutting out and adding insult to injury began to radiate smoke from under the bonnet. Hell fire, I muttered as I leapt out of my car, not such an easy feat as my high stilettos and tight pencil skirt prevented both speed and movement. As I stumbled out of the car I felt a hand steady my arm and a deep voice asking if I was alright. To my amazement it was my 'knight in a shining Jaguar' much more debonair (and gorgeous) in the flesh. I croaked a reply and promptly tripped over his foot. He immediately took charge. Taking me to his car and ordering me inside, he called the AA and told them to pick up my car and take to a garage and gave them his number to contact when done. In the meantime he said; he would take care of me. Little did I know just how much; and how this was to unfold.

Not being used to someone taking charge, I was struck dumb for a moment and meekly did as he asked, he held the passenger door open and I noticed a slight lift of an eyebrow as I began to get into the car, my skirt rode up a little and a glimpse of a stocking top was visible. A small glimmer of a smile was the only acknowledgment and off we sped into the night.

As he drove, he introduced himself as Marcus and then began to compliment me and began to tell me what physical attributes I had that attracted him. I was momentarily stunned; I had never met anyone so unashamedly forward and with it, both witty and charming; it was positively beguiling. I found myself completely disarmed and was rendered somewhat mute. Marcus then began to regale me with exactly what he would like to do to me. This concluded with how he would like to have me submit to him and do exactly what he said. Now this was a complete reversal of the charm and wit and whilst terrified me, a glimmer of lust was also sparked. I wondered what would happen next. I did not have long to wait.

We came off the motorway at a junction not familiar to me; Marcus then drove expertly and rapidly into a myriad of country roads and stopped suddenly on the middle of nowhere. He turned to me and ordered me to take my seat belt off and get out of the car. I was so shocked I could do nothing but acquiesce.....

Standing by the open car door his hand caressed me lightly from my throat, down my front, straight down to the inner thigh. Feeling his hand so close to my pussy, I caught my breath; this was not what I was expecting.

Then without a word he took hold of my shoulders and turned me to face the side of the Jaguar; and grabbing my hair and pulling back my head, pushed me towards the car and face downwards onto the bonnet.

Holding my hair in one hand, he slipped one hand up my skirt and pulled my french knickers down.

Pushing my skirt up and baring my bottom upwards. Stroking my butt and caressing the now increasingly moist folds in-between he changed tack and slapped my butt cheek; automatically I went to move, to stand up and began to protest, he tightened the grip on my head and instructed in an even tone to not move nor make a sound or I would be sorry. I began again to open my mouth to protest but gentler caressing of my breasts and the promise of more caresses made me quiet.

Again the caresses began to drift downwards and then began to explore my pussy, stroking probing until my breathing quickened; immediately the stroking changed to gentle spanking of my bare bottom, alternating between spanking and caressing until I was whimpering and squirming.

Again, all stopped and Marcus suggested that in order to behave myself he would assist me to remain stock still and without further ado, brought out a pair of leather cuffs and a contraption looking like a bungee cord that he then swiftly cuffed my hands together and tied the cord to what I supposed was the wheel arch of the car and tied to the cuffs making me bend further across the car bonnet face down, he then took a scarf out and blindfolded me whispering and telling me how sexy I was and how good I was and how he would give me what I needed. But that I was not to orgasm until he gave me permission   and I was to tell him when I was close to orgasm and ask for this permission.

Running his hands down, he undid my skirt and took it off; he then put something around my ankles which made me stand astride. I was bound and hobbled and whilst ripples of fear snaked around my stomach a frisson of excitement was also present

Talking and coaxing the whole time he began to stroke down my back my sides; caressing my hips; snaking to my pussy and back to the inner thighs; again without warning he began to slap my cheeks gently then stroking and slapping, stroking and slapping and then probing.

Sensations never before discovered rippled around my body; until the caressing, slapping and probing proved far too much and I cried out and begged for permission to cum. Immediately he stopped and moved away until some normality returned and then  began the crescendo of touching stroking slapping and probing four times before finally I was given the permission and came shuddering and squirting over his hand and down my now quivering legs..........

A possible ending from felineprincessNZ (written as an ending for Restriction's story)

After a full fifteen minutes, he gets up and stands over her now exhausted body.  "Well, you are not doing so well today.  What am I going to do with you?"

She answers only with her eyes.... ‘Well I reckon you need to suck a hard cock now, for a start’ He assists her to rise to her knees, movement somewhat encumbered by the ties around her legs and her wrists. He then orders her to remain kneeling in front of him and ordering her to look into his eyes; he slowly peeled down his jeans to reveal tight boxers with his manhood straining against the material to spring forth.....

Taking his time and keeping her full eye contact he places his hands in his boxers and slowly starts to reveal his cock to her; rubbing the tip around the shape of her full lips, he then orders her to taste him....

Gently she starts to lick the tip, eagerly lapping the pre cum that glistens already. Moistening her lips,  she then begins to lick around the tip.....still locked in his gaze....he nods....she takes more and more of his cock into her mouth....he then pushes his full length into her hot sweet mouth......sucking and licking and moaning she continues to pleasure her master.......he gently strokes the back of her head....then without warning, then grips her hair... hard....and guides her head back and forth....back and forth...until his breath begins to quicken and he then abruptly pulls away from her.....

Standing before her, he pushes her head to the floor....raising her ass....he spins her around.... and starts to stroke her ass.....between the cheeks, down to her pussy....gently stroking....and teasing until he breaks that momentum by slapping her bare cheeks.....and before she can take in another breath he plunges deep into her hot pussy........

A whole host of firsts....who would have thought it?

I have lots of time to make up on!

Always the optimist :D

Now have veered towards the sub side, how I love a man in control....strong and sexy....hmm

But then again........me strong sassy and sexy too.....

Stuck between wanting to dominate and be dominated.......a see saw of delight...

Well about time I started the interview process, so any interested applicants.... So tell me who your previous references are from and the reason for leaving your last position....:)

Terms and conditions apply

Curiouser and curiouser.......

Continue to take my research seriously; Spent a long time this week reading and looking at lots of rubber; latex; PVC and leather......need to invest.

Also now need to stop being curious and try....

A truly enlightening day; and my first step towards discovery.....

Whilst I am still pretty much work in progress, I have articulated switch so I can gauge my preferences.

In some situations I could be described as naturally submissive, but in others I could associate with Domme.

Have been on here a few months now and have not learnt a thing!

But what I do know is that the right man is out there and deserves a woman just like me, or rather deserves me me me