MalcolmVice

Dominant Couple, 42, Tacoma, Washington

Male Dominant, 55, Stamford, Connecticut

Male Dominant, 39, Alberta

01:53 in early August. Someone else's bed. I am exhausted and lying on my back. Sweat is dripping from my forehead to the back of my neck. I am utterly exhausted. The girl purring in my side is running her fingers over my chest, pulling slightly at my man-fur. "You have a lovely cock..." she breathes, contentedly. My eyes widen. "Uh...errr...uhhh" It is 21:13 on a blustery wednesday night in the final weeks of August. I am standing in front of a group of my friends in the pub. Suddenly the conversation shifts to a former encounter between me and a girl who is in the group. "He has a lovely cock..!". She laughs. The group laughs. I try to laugh, but no sound comes out. I look at my group of friends and realize they're congratulating me. I try to speak but no words come out. "Uhh.... well... heh... errr..." It is 03:12 in the final week of August, I am being woken up from my slumber on a couch. I am drunk and sober at the same time. The extremely nilla girl who woke me up is looking at me intently, smiling, and I can tell exactly what's on her mind. I hear a slightly deeper and suprisingly commanding version of my voice tell her to draw the curtains as I unzip my jeans. With an exaggerated politeness I request her to, if she didn't mind, could possibly be so kind as, if it pleases her, to suck my cock. I quietly sip the glass of wine I see next to me and flip the channels on TV as her head bobs up and down in my lap, pretending disinterest. I feel utterly enthralled by her submission, and, come to think of it, sheer enthusiasm. She moans slightly. I push the ecstasy to the back of my mind for long enough to explain without falter in my voice that I am going to come, and that she is going to swallow it for me, and is that quite clear. She moans; "mm-hmm.." while her mouth is over the head of my cock. I utterly fucking love it. I come inside her mouth and hold her chin up to face me, eyes dead straight. "Swallow." I order her. She obliges me. "Good Girl". I kiss her lips. Post-coital clarity sets in. I begin to wonder what on Earth I was thinking. Then I wonder what on Earth she was thinking. Then I wonder how I got to the couch in the first place, what day it is, and what my name is. In that order. My alarm matches my surprise when I realize who it was that just went down on me. The thinking proves to be too much. I wince. I get up from the sofa and make my excuses. "Vice," she says, slowly. I pause, turning to face the formerly extremely nilla girl. She smiles to herself, wiping the side of her mouth and sipping from a glass of wine. "You have a lovely cock". ".........." It is 12.32 on a quiet and entirely dull sunday afternoon a month prior. My 16GB iPhone 3G vibrates in my pocket. It's my brother on the line. "Dude, I don't know what you did to that poor girl, but she has been grinning from ear to ear the whole morning. Hahahaha. Did you have fun?" I blush and grin sheepishly. "Heh, of course I did. Frankly I'm surprised she didn't wake you up. Did I mention she was calling me Sir in bed? How the hell do they know?!" "I don't know, but apparently she said something about you having a great cock." "err....guess it runs in the family?" "Hahaha you bet it does. See you soon Bro" "uh... heh... uh..." It is 22.46 in the early days of October. I sit in my bed typing and look down at my penis. It looks back at me, expectantly. I hesitate and push it back into my boxers. I pause and stare at the computer screen, reading over my previous exploits. The space at the back of my neck feels cold. I rub it, and look anxiously out of the window to rid myself of the feeling I'm being watched.

After my first London munch, I present the follow up- "it's actually taken me quite a very long time to get to this point, whereby I am setting off to develop this aspect of myself in the real world, rather than assume a digital daydream. It's been nothing if not difficult, and as I look back I can see that I had been fighting myself the whole way, and reluctantly, petulantly, dragged kicking and screaming towards investigating my... I still don't even really know what to call or refer to it as, my... Dominant side?" Read the rest here: http://viceandvirtue.blogspot.com/2008/06/thoughts-before-my-first-munch.html MVx

I was reading some of the older entries in my blog, and came across this one: http://viceandvirtue.blogspot.com/2007/01/tits-or-ass.html I almost spilled my drink laughing, I had completely forgotten how unbelievably witty and modest I am. Oh, and this one blew me away, I had also forgotten I had ever written it: http://viceandvirtue.blogspot.com/2007/01/yearning.html MVx

Ah me, what a fine day. Firstly, I realise life would be much simpler if I could simply create another user account on my mac for this persona rather than clearing my internet browsing history and video 'recent' menus. Now I have a hi-res black and white picture of a delicious young lady tied up as my background and my BDSM pictures and video folder is visible on the desktop. Liberating, utterly liberating. And if that wasn't enough, I have now begun the process of upgrading my D/s blog from blogspot to it's own domain with a fresh new look and template. I am delirious in geeky happiness.

I was looking for a specific video today to illustrate a point that I wanted to make; namely that women no longer know the art of seduction: http://viceandvirtue.blogspot.com/2006/06/this.html Shameless self-promotion, yes, but I think you'll agree that a woman who can entrance the way this one does is surely a rare one, too rare a specimen for my liking. That she wears gothic clothing only adds to my... intrigue. I'm sure we men are just as lacking in the finer arts, but allow me this one regret...

I must be more satiated than I had first imagined; I haven't felt a desire for female in quite some time now. Truly, I feel drained from the last encounter, even now after all this time. Patience for the next encounter isn't even required, so distracted has my life been since I started my new job that I have had little time for anything else. This alter persona I have created here has been dormant, fed with small snippets of porn and previous encounters to keep his appetite alive and well. Sometimes, he stirs. It's been interesting so far. With every step my fetishes take me, my conscience reels with a slight terror, assessing as it does the moral and social implications of what I'm doing, despite my knowledge that it is not only OK but socially acceptable in most intelligent, open minded circles. My one regret is that it's now three months since I joined here, and thus far I've been unable to make sincere contact with anyone like minded enough, and haven't found anyone to play with. Alas, can I be that intimidating? Surely.

I was thinking earlier, in a bout of paranoia, about what I would do should this online pursuit of mine be found out about by my friends or family, especially after mentioning it to a friend who expressed a drunken interest in sadomasochism. I came to a few conclusions: Worse than having a hard-to-satisfy fetish is not having one, waking up and finding oneself mundane and without life. No matter how much I have to work at finding those who understand this aspect of myself, the alternative of not having the instinct at all is far worse. And worse than not having it at all, I realized, is being too scared to confront and express this instinct. That would involve repressing myself for the sake of security, and security is worth nothing if you can't be yourself. Therefore, I realized, I could care less if anyone found out about it, as the alternatives don't bear thinking about. Those who are so immersed in this lifestyle as to be 'open' to everyone, be thankful, as having too many shadows under your coat following can drain you.

*sigh*.... Alas, for the lack of muse, and the start of a new job that lends precious little free energy in which I can indulge myself searching for a new one. I find spare contentment in memories, and in planning; though I find I am still recovering to some degree from the last encounter. Apparently, I've scared off one would be candidate, just as it was getting interesting. More tragic than losing the candidate was not getting any explanation about what went wrong, leaving me to pore over my previous emails wondering what I did wrong and many questions unanswered, meaning that I do not progress as a Dom but instead hit a dead end. Alas.

Friday with the vanilla convert Friday went well, I picked her up at the station wearing a suit jacket with a black t-shirt, black jeans and smart shoes, in the hopes that it would be emphasizing the power assertion between us. She commented on it but only lightly, and we walked back to my house. She had frizzed out her hair, which I approved of. Because of her dark complexion, she looked like a black girl with her hair in that way, and with it straight she looked italian, either of which suited me, and I liked having the option. When we got home we wasted almost no time in getting upstairs. I sat her down on my bed and prepared her to give my gifts. As I said, the previous day I had gone into my local sex shop and made some purchases, namely a thick leather collar with o-rings on the sides, and a small bullet-shaped remote controlled vibrator. I presented these to her great suprise and delight, and instructed her to put it on immediately. And What had she gotten me for christmas? A small silver keyring with my name engraved on it... which I proceeded to thread onto the front o-ring of her collar that she was now wearing. *very very wicked grin* By this time, I was as hard as rock, so we fell into each other for a very hasty, frantic first round. I had enough time to put the collar on her before she was putting the condom on and thrusting her hips into me. I can attest that the collar is indeed very strong and holds very well, after I guided her head to various places using the o-rings. It's leopard print looked tacky in the store, but now, contrasted against her beautiful dark olive skin, it looked perfect, gracing her every attribute with a feline presence. She looked, in a word, beautiful. I told her so as I, thrusting hard, came inside her. Round one. We lie still for a while, and cuddled, with me kissing her and telling her what a good girl she was, glowing in the warmth of the shared bed. After half an hour or so I was ready again, and instructed her to put the collar back on, as well as the wrist and ankle hogties that I had. As I stood up and prepared the room for her, I turned and instructed her to touch herself until I was ready, and as I set up my laptop* to the other side of the room I could see she was very wet and receptive to me. I tested the air and decided the room was warm enough for her, placed a pillow on the floor at the foot of my bunk-bed's vertical ladder. Truly, I thought to myself, the practicing Dom is the most creative person alive to see a ladder and realize it's bondage potential. I instructed her to get up and bend over on the bed, ass towards the camera, which she obeyed. I spanked her a few times and rubbed her rather wonderful little ass, and displayed it for later viewing pleasure, asking her the while whether she was going to do as I said. I asked her to get the vibrator and hand it to me, and I rubbed it over her before pushing it deep inside in full view of the camera. She shivered, and I spanked her again as I turned it up to the full setting for a few seconds. She uttered a moan and I spanked her again, relishing her ecstasy and her wetness. I told her to get down on the floor, and she did so, getting on her knees and looking up at me, her eyes blurry. I allowed her to take me in her mouth for a while, which she confessed that she loved, all the while watching the screen and seeing us at work. It was quite the sight, and I had to hold myself back in anticipation of further action. I took her hands and led her, standing up towards the ladder. Putting her torso through the third rung and placing the pillow under her as I did so, I bound her hands using the small clips beneath her to a lower rung. I spread her legs and spanked her a few times, relishing the sight and teasing her with my dick, which she was begging for by this point. Her wetness proved her sincerity, as the vibrator came out at one point and I stuck it back in, turning it up to full for a few minutes inside her and teasing her clit with my mouth. Finally both of us could take no more, and I fucked her from behind with my now almost painfully-hard dick, making small motions over her clit with my right hand and pinching her nipples at points (she liked that). She was so wet it was running down her legs and into mine, and her orgasm was extraordinarily intense, as was mine. It lasted for a fair few minutes, with her loud primal moans as I continued to thrust deep inside her, causing wave after wave of intensity, visible in her legs shaking. I only stopped when she begged me to, not because of pain but rather of that curious and deliciously-unbearable post-coital electricity that now wracked her body every time I touched her. I undid her restraints and allowed her to rest in bed, the previous orgasm being so intense as to allow us to do nothing else. After a while I let her take the condom off and clean me with her mouth, which her hot, wet little mouth did very well, before falling into a deep sleep next to her. As you can imagine, for the rest of her time here that was quite hard to top, so I only had her go down on me a few times, using her collar to do so, and having her use the vibrator on herself for my viewing pleasure. There is something extremely satisfying about telling a woman forcefully to 'put this inside yourself' and have her do it, especially when she's fully clothed, one hand in her jeans and the other touching her breasts through her clothes. She left the next day, and although I enjoyed our time together we unfortunately broke up for entirely different reasons the next day or so reasons which I won't go into here. So close and yet so far. *She had consented freely at an earlier date to be recorded, as she knows the video will never leave my laptop, in it's hidden and encrypted folder. I had told her previously that it belonged to her and if she asked me to delete it I would immediately, and she trusts me (quite correctly) in this aspect.

My recent vanilla convert is due to spend this weekend (4th Jan) at my house. Fertile is the imagination with which I anticipate her further submission. The first scenario I have in mind is to strip her bare, collar her and have her lean through a ladder in my room, bending over through a rung. There, I will bind her hands to a lower rung, and spread her feet apart facing away from me, leaving her behind fully in my possession to do with as I will. We shall see whether this plays out to my expectations. This friday will be her collaring, though I doubt she understands what that means. She either has a submissive nature or a perverse one, either of which suits my palette for now. I will be visiting certain stores and purchasing her collar and a vibrator, both of which will be given to her to keep, and to use in my presence. The wait while I had been away on a trip has made me eager, and it will be difficult to hold myself back long enough to take her where I want to take her.

The evening went well. The last time she had gone down on me, she had gotten up and went to the bathroom when I came, so I made sure there was none of that nonsense this time. I held her back by the hair and told her that when I came, she would swallow it down like a good girl, to which she answered 'Yes Sir, all of it Sir', and swallow it down she did, which I praised her for. Something else interesting after that happened as well, wherein I was holding her hands down and kissing her neck, quite passionately I must admit. I noticed that there were two spots on either side of her neck that provoked quite a reaction when teased, so I proceeded to kiss, lick, and generally quite fiercely bite these spots, over and over, telling her what a good girl she had been that night. Being that she's quite petite, my whole hand could practically fit round her throat, and so some combination of the restraint and the kissing her neck, talking in her ear caused her to orgasm, and quite spectacularly at that. Considering I could barely touched her below her shoulders, this was extremely satisfying for me, and I savored it.

Ok, looks like my vanilla convert is coming over this Friday the 14th, and it's no-holds-barred, she has confirmed that I can do whatever I want with her... *evil grin* I already have a few things in mind, and I have given her a list of tasks to accomplish prior to her arrival, to which she responded by saying 'Yes Sir'. *very, very wicked grin* I've had some lovely messages here from you lovely people, if anyone has any thoughts or scenarios that I could play out with her, do share! *grin!* MV x

It was with some excitement and with some skepticism that I took one from the vast numbers of the population of London, the ones who know nothing of the lifestyle, the vanilla, and beginning my courtship of her. Slowly, we become close, but I made her wait, showing her that I am not one to be hurried into any sort of relationship. Three weeks of playing before I finally kiss her, and one thing is clear, that by that time she is beyond wanting. Lust had driven itself deep into her veins, willing her to give herself up to me, beholden to a baser instinct. Boundaries continue to be tested, pushed. Slowly, surely. We begin to make love, in the dark, with awkward movements known only between new lovers. Small instances that can easily be neglected, a tussle of the hair, a rough gesture, a clawmark on the back, are answered with the same, urging me forth, and this is noted at the back of my mind for later. Boundaries are pushed further. Unlike when I was an adolescent, I know exactly what I am doing and why. This time, I don't need to hold myself back on a leash, as I did then, for fear of hurting them for real. I am ready now, but the question remains as to whether is she. I wouldn't be so careful if she had given any indication that she had these inclinations. She hadn't. She had given every proof of good breeding and elegance, which is what made these boundary pushing so nerve-wracking, but oh so worthwhile. Every step outside the boundary had no guarantee of success, worse, it risked everything, however I had to know, I had to push. Small games played with giggling carry a small hint of seriousness. However, pretend roleplay that culminates in her addressing me as 'sir' takes me somewhere beyond oblivion. I pull up close and ask her what she would like more than anything in the world for me to do to her.... "Tie me up?"... she said, tentatively....

Despite my initial pretense in joining here, I am getting some wonderful messages, to think that I would meet people who thought the same as I do was more than I could have ever asked for. I think I'm at the point now where I would want to begin meeting some of you, despite having had one bad experience so far! If you're thinking the same then feel free to message me.

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