I love that the days are getting longer and things are starting to move again.  After the winter lull people are starting to message and get out again and it is awesome to be a part of it.  Despite our attempts to manipulate mother nature it always still seems that spring time brings a new awakening and energy.  It is when the bunnies start fucking, the bears start prowling, and the geese start flying.

A night at the bar:

     I went out to the trophy room last night looking for some fun.  What I found was you, your breasts popping out of top as you leaned over the pool table to sink another ball.  A nice choice to wear a black bra under a white top, as if to draw my attention down inside your shirt.  I sat patiently at the side of the room as you finished your game.  I don't remember if you were any good I was so distracted by your cleavage as you bent down to take aim.  When you came around my side of the table I saw the short skirt, thigh high stockings, and tall heels.  I could tell you wanted something tonight by the way you cocked your ass with each stroke.  But every-time you looked up into my persistent gaze you would glance down and away.
     After a little while longer you sunk the last ball and I watched as you carefully strutted towards the bar for another drink.  Being careful to not let your heels and the drink you had already finished interfere with each other.
     You were dressed to kill and I wanted you.  I wanted to fuck you.
     I approached you at the bar as you finished your order and asked the bartender for a rum and coke.  I stood there and took in your body up close.  When you noticed me staring you first tensed thrusting your large breasts forward.  Then you shrunk back as if catching yourself afraid I would think you a simple slut.  You desire to express your lust tempered by your logical mind.   Sensing your inner conflict I dropped money on the bar, grabbed my drink and pushed you toward a table with a firm hand on your waist.  All without uttering a single word.  I'd pull out a chair for you at a small round table in the back corner of the bar.  I watched as your skirt crept up your thighs when you sat down and carefully crossed your legs.
     I introduced myself and broke the ice with a few inconsequential thoughts.  I watched as you tried to look through my head and into my thoughts.  I admired your body from head to toe.  Your gentle green eyes and your plump red lips encased by flowing brown hair.  The way your breasts bulged out of your top.  The gentle concave bend in your back flowing into the curve of your butt resting on the chair.  Your little skirt doing its best to cover you crotch, while simultaneously drawing attention to it.  And your calfs tensed in response to the high heels strapped to your feet.
     I talked about the weather as I watched your demure gaze away from me.  I almost thought I was being to forward but then saw the slight upward curl in your lips.  I began describing your finest features and watched as your cheeks reddened with my compliments. I moved my chair next to yours and continued on teasing you about your slutty outfit.  I placed my palm on your left thigh and slowly began to slide it upwards till it reached the edge of your skirt.  When you bit your lip I continued until you crossed your legs in the opposite direction to slow my advance.  I firmly grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned your face toward mine.
     "I know how much you want to be fucked right now."
     In your face I could see the excitement and embarrassment you felt when I spoke the words you were thinking.  You began to fidget your hands since your head was held firmly in place.  You were searching for words, but the gently wiff of your hot wet pussy and the poke of your hard nipples through your shirt told me all I needed to know.  I gently pushed into your lips with mine and undid one more button on your shirt.  It was going to be a good evening after all.

    It was a rough day at work and all I wanted to do was come home and have my slave rub my feet, feed me dinner, and then to let me fuck the frustration away through her.  Instead when I got home I found her lying on her bed browsing the internet.  At first I paused thinking that maybe she was just waiting and that everything was in order.  That was not the case.  There was nothing ready for dinner.  She hadn't made my bed.  And she hadn't even bothered to put on her make up.  She had neither prepared the house nor herself for my arrival.

     She was happy to see me, but straightened up when she saw the look of disappointment on my face.  She immediately closed her laptop and stood up at the foot of the bed and began to strip herself naked.  She knew that I was unhappy with her, and did her best to get into a position of submission and apology.  She sat down on her heals and bent forward, bowing her torso and head to my feet.  It pleased me that she hadn't forgotten everything, and while she may not yet be able to anticipate what I wanted she at least knew how to react.

     I placed my foot and the back of her head and pressed down to turn her head to the side where I could see her, and she could see me.  I explained what she had done wrong.  Just as I had trained her she repeated it all back to me. 

     "I know I have disappointed you and will bear the consequences you choose so that I may become a better submissive to you." She finished.

    I pulled her torso forward by her hair and threw her sprawled out face down in front of me.  She needed to learn that I expected to be treated properly if she wanted to be in my house.  I tied each of her ankles to the bed posts and stretched her legs open.  I opened the closet and pulled out the magic wand, an anal hook, and the crop.  I tied her wrists together and stretched them out in front of her anchoring them to the couch across the room.  I started administering the crop to her inner thighs spread before me.  After twenty hits either side she began to whimper gently and mumble that she was sorry.  I didn't want to hear the mumbling and pulled her head up to gag her mouth and then extended the rope back towards her exposed ass.  I inserted the anal hook.  I didn't feel like bothering with lube and her ass resisted the intrusion.  But I forced it open and pushed the hook in and secured its other side to the gag I had tightened around her mouth.  I pulled it tight so that her chin was held a couple of inches above the ground.  She would have to decide what was more painful, keeping her head raised back or the hook pulling open her anus.

     As a final lesson I grabbed the magic wand.  "I'm going to place this on your stupid clitoris so you can be reminded that I control you.  I cause you pain, but above all I control your pleasure."

     She nodded her head, and I saw her winch as the anal hook tugged forward.

     "If you are not willing to put my happiness first then I will torture you till you beg for me to stop.  And if you are too proud to beg then I'll tear open all your holes with my fist.  I'll make a women out of you."

    Again she did her best to nod and mumble "yes sir".

    "And since you were so incompetent I'll have to go out and get dinner for myself."

    I left her on the floor walked out to get dinner.  When I'm finished eating dinner I'll go back and her body will be sore and tender and her mind will be scrambled.  Which is just how I want her when I go back to fuck her and complete the lesson I was giving her.

Still hoping to find a play partner and hopefully more.  I've met some interesting people in the last few months but I'm looking for something a little different.  Somebody who is kinky but also mature and has a vanilla life as well.  I have also found out that it really helps me play if I have a connection with my sub that can take me from the service dom "yes I will spank you" realm into the "damn-it I want to spank your ass because you are so hot".  

It has been frustrating to see many of the usual gender roles and social norms carried over from the vanilla world.  And while there is definitely more effort being placed on acting like proper ladies and gentlemen the same old dating playbook exists, even though the sex might be better.  Basically there are more men then women in the community.  Everyone in general tends to act as if they don't care too much and flake often.  It is difficult to penetrate the defenses we all put up and connect with people.  The men do the asking.  The women tend to get lots of crappy offers, and the cycle continues.

Oh well.

I've been chatting about my fantasies.  Who knew I would enjoy the thought of having a girl beg me for attention so much.  The idea that restraining someone with a rope would be so erotic.  That imagining me pushing a slave's boundries not in anger or malice but for love and pleasure could be so sweet.  I think I really need a sub to join me on this path to deviant deeds.  Someone willing to go into the depths so I can raise them up to be a better person.  Someone that wants me so badly they will open up new boundries.  Dedication, devotion, control.  All just different parts of love.

I here by declare this journal as active.