12/25/2017 1:25:13 PM: Merry Christmas!! I hope many of you ended up in bondage and under a Christmas tree all prepared for your new owner!

9/25/2017 3:38:07 PM: Does anybody know where I can recycle my drama magnet?

2/5/2017 6:13:30 PM: The auctioneer droned on listing off numbers by the hundreds and then thousands as the buxomy beauty to his side played to the crowd by preening and showing off her assets while urging a group of her play partners to increase their bids to literally win her favor tonight. Lord Draxton and Master PhilherUp were still there making sure it all ran smoothly, both were quietly passing out extra cash to those that needed it in order to keep the idiots' paws off the girls. This ploy worked most of the time and there were backup plans if it failed. His slave had already 'bought' him a playtoy for the night, she was a hot maso and not a friend of his wife's, double bonus for him and hopefully for them all later tonight.   She was nervous and felt overdressed as she stood next to the other girls and two other guys waiting to ascend the stage and be 'auctioned' off. Just about everybody else in line was totally naked and barefoot, while she was wearing an under bust corset to act as a push up bra and tummy tucker, garter belt with fishnets stockings that had a garter on the right thigh and her black high heels with red accents, yep she was way overdressed, but it was to hide her flaws while making her feel sexy. There were five girls ahead of her, mostly their own doms were bidding on them, sometimes friends would jack up the bids in friendly rivalry. She scooted forward while telling herself that worst case scenario that she'd have a mediocre scene with some old guy that hadn't got it up in decades and go back to Chrissie's apartment and sleep on the couch till Chrissie's dom on the month left. She loved Chrissie dearly, but couldn't be constantly falling in and out of love like that, it just eroded her self-esteem too much to not feel worthy of committing to a long term relationship. She listened as the auctioneer droned on and a bidding war started on the skinny short haired model like chic on the block, and yeah she wanted to step out of the line and run home to hide under the couch. She was just glad that she didn't let Chrissie talk her into opting for the weekend rate on the auction, so it might be one scene and done, then go home to jill to netflix.   He watched the 'auctions' go up on the stage, occasionally pushing the price up on friends and the few wannabe predators in the crowd, there was a girl dressed to the nines in the line to go up that interested him. It was all for fun and to benefit the two main charities the local dungeon helped fund, a shelter for abused women and a HIV clinic. Both because it was the right thing to do and both were greatly underfunded and the latter provided free testing, as well provided CPR instructors for the Dungeon Monitor training that the dungeon gave once a year. He looked at the line of 'slaves' and smiled as most were having a good time and the 'slaver' was brushing the girls' arms away from their breasts so that their nipples would be really perky from the bit of chill of the dungeon. Like most places of it's kind, it ran on a bootstrap and the charity of the community and most had thin pocketbooks and so management made every penny count. He decided to stand up to stretch a bit and watch the proceedings a bit closer, and to cool off a bit since he decided to dress head to toe in leather on such an important night, mainly to keep up appearances to the tourists that these things brought in and give the slaves something to ogle at during the night. He made sure that the hundred dollars worth of auction money was still in the right pocket of his vest, the wad in the left pocket was there to bid on any of the girls that might get a creepers attention or looked like they didn't want to do a scene with whom was bidding on them, his bit would be dropped it in the donation bucket, before heading the leather bar in town and the other turned in on the next business meeting/cleaning day for the dungeon. Like most great things there was a bit of illusion that helped facilitate the smoothness of what people actually saw.   She saw her friend Chrissie with the guy that had won the bid on her friend and knowing her friend's taste in men, knew that she was pretty happy with her new found fat geek. She stumbled forward and almost into the guy in front of her, which earned her a dark look from him and the domme handling the line of slaves or 'meat bags' as he called them. The term did make her a bit hot, she couldn't deny that since humiliation and degradation were certainly hot triggers for her. She was about to be next and silently prayed that nobody bid on her and she could go home and drown her sorrows in ice cream, before Chrissie and her new dom got there. Next she felt the domme give her a slight slap on her ass, before guiding her by the elbow up the steps of the stage. She was up and whispering to herself to not fall, faint or fuck up.   “Well well well, look at this raven haired beauty with pale skin ready to marked up”   “This lovely model of feminine submission is from our 'One and Done line', so make it worth it!”   “Let's start the bid at ooone thousand! Any taaakers!!”   “One thouusand ooone thousand!!”   “She got dolled up just for you! And is all fetished up!”   “Any takers!”   “Eeeight hundred, eeeight hundred! Don't make me go lower!!”   “We have eeeeight hundred, to the svelte luscious domme in the back all in black!”   “Do I hear nniiiinne hundreeedd! Nine hundred!”   “Eeeiight hundred, going onnnce!”   “Whoa! Hold the bus! We have another contender!”   “Niiine huundrred! Cann wee gett a thouusannd!!”   Her head snapped up and she started scanning the crowd. A domme wouldn't have been bad, most didn't hit hard and were leery of leaving marks. She found Chrissie and the dom that won her in the crowd, he smiled and winked at her and Chrissie just shrugged her shoulder with her hands in the universal 'I don't know' gesture. Maybe she could faint and fall backwards? No, that would be way too embarrassing and she'd have to leave town, assume another identity and all that.   “We have a thousannd! Can we get more!”   “Thousannnd going once!!”   He was watching the girl up on stage, and her body language had gone from neutral to silent acceptance and now to fearful. Time to step in, save the girl, make her work for it and cut her loose at the end of the night, while dodging the mantel of being a white knight. Might as well make short work of it. He raised his hand with his fingers spread in the gesture representing the number four.   “Booommm!!!! And Loord Draxxtoonnn enters the fray like a Dragggonnnn!!”   “Fouurrr Thousannnd! Can we get mooore!!”   “What a jump in biidddinng!”   WHAT!! What did she miss? Oh fuck! She knew who the guy was, all the girls knew him, some better than others. He could be hardcore, he was known for long scenes, and making the girl work hard for her 'O'. She decided to turn things around in her head, make it positive and such. With this guy, nobody would mess with her tonight and for quite some time, not that he was possessive, but because he raised the bar on what a girl expected for awhile. She kept up the self talk going in her head as she listened to the auctioneer continue to rattle off his spiel.   “Fooortieee Onnne Hundred! To Mr. Moneybags with the buxom beauty at his side!”   “Foorty twwwooo to the Dragon!!”   “Waait, the Dragon signals Five Kay!!”   Huh? Five thousand for her? Oh, she was so fucked! She knew he was going to get his money's worth out of her and all in one scene! Can she just faint now?? Please?   “Any other contenders?? Who want's to go against a dragon?”   “Come on, there has to be somebody who's feeling frisky with loads of cash to burn!!”   “Fiiive Kaaay going onnnnceee!!”   “Five Kaay going twiiice!!”   “Five Kayy going thrice!!!”   “SOLD!!” The Dragon buys his due!!”   “Move to the side, daarlin, we have a few more to go before we get to the implements of ass destruction”   She felt a nudge at her elbow, coaxing her to the other end of the stage. Then a pair of feminine hands took her gently by the upper arms, which she knew was the auctioneer's slave and wife. She was relieved, but scared and tried to focus on the other woman's words in her ear.   “Sink gracefully to your knees, palms up on your thighs, head bowed.”   “Don't worry, he's good and won't push you too hard.”   He'd have to buy his friend, the auctioneer, a drink or two at bar night for tonight's performance and entertainment value. Time to get up, and get the girl he won, if nothing else to get her away from everyone's attention.   She watched as the one referred to as Lord Draxton made his way to the stage. He was dressed in boots, pressed jeans, a nice purple shirt with a contrasting tie, a black vest that was well polished, but definitely not new, and wore gloves. At least they would look well together since they were both well dressed in kinky attire. He was almost in front of her, so she bowed her head and remembered to breath.   He took the collar that was customarily clipped to the left side of his belt and placed it around the girl's neck. He thought it was a bit chilly in here, but not enough to make her shiver. He then attached the leash to the collar. Might as well show a bit pageantry and show her off as a prize, to get the natives a bit restless.   “Rise to your feet and follow the leash, my sweet”   She felt the collar go on and the leash snap to it, and felt the leash pull up on the collar. She swallowed hard, and tried to comply to his commands, she really needed a lot more training if she was going to continue in this lifestyle. She rose up, trying to keep her legs steady, now was not the time to faint, she didn't want to embarrass him or herself now.   He led her to the far end of the stage, and offered his hand to steady her as she descended the steps. The cashing out was the next step and then they could watch the rest of the auction.   She summoned all the grace and poise she had, and welcomed the hand to help steady her way down the stairs. Then she could really breathe and relax a bit. All she could do was think,”Body don't fail me now.”   He lead her to podium that was being used to collect the fake money used for the auctions and pulled out the wad from his right vest pocket in preparation of paying for tonight's trophy.   “Well Sar Dragon, you have won one of the finer lasses and most definitely the best dressed one to boot! How shall ye desire to pay for such a beauty? Coin of the realm? Real gold? Pound of flesh? Lady Visa and Master Card's financial services, perhaps?”   She thought she recognized the older gentlemen playing cashier from the Renaissance festival she goes to every year. He was always amusing to watch and had a delightful ongoing Irish like banter that never ended. Kinksters were everywhere. She caught a glimpse of the stack of fake money, that Lord Draxton pulled from his vest pocket, he came quite prepared and the auctions weren't over, yet.   “My good Sir, I shall pay in the coin of this realm and in full this day.”   He counted off five thousand in fake money and handed it over to the older gentleman.   “We will be watching the rest of the auction with keen interest, even though the best for me is done.”   She felt herself being led away after the business part was conclude. She looked up and saw that he was walking towards a couch that was partially occupied and had several submissives sitting on the floor around it, already. As they got closer, the girl that was sitting on the left most pillow, got up and pointed and made motions for her to take the girl's place. She was grateful for the pillow, for the cement floor was cold and who knew when it was last mopped.   He led her to the pillow and she waited till he was seated before sinking down to the comfort of the warm pillow. She was neither new or stupid, you let the Dom lead and did everything either on his command or after him. She was a bit jealous of the girl's comfort with baring her whole body to the entire dungeon. She glanced towards the stage, and the auctioneer was rattling on about the quality of a pair floggers and antagonizing one his helpers with them. She was glad that that the 'people' part of the auctions was over and was looking forward to tonight's scene, but not going home. Hopefully, Chrissie and the guy would be tired from playing and she could just crash on the couch, she'd get a hotel if she could afford it.   He knew that actual play couldn't really start till the auction part of the evening was done and put to bed, though a bit of discrete play before actually getting started would be a more than welcome distraction to them both. He started with lightly caressing her hair with a few tugs here and there, and judging by her reactions she didn't mind at all, but enjoyed it immensely.                                

7/29/2016 12:26:51 PM: It's been an amazing ride so far, I've met quite a few people in the last few months. It's sad that we can click so well online, but the chemistry vaporizes upon meeting. The biggest cause is that we build up all these fantasies in our heads and upon meeting face to face, our hearts feel led astray because the other person has the utter gall to not live up to our unvoiced expectations. I'm not saying that everyone needs to lower their expectations, but we should all assess not only our expectations of others, but also what we have to offer others. What we can offer should be balanced by what we want. Just offering your submission isn't enough, but you should submit to the one that you gave such a gift to, otherwise it just stays in the box sans the fancy wrapping.

2/28/2016 12:47:45 AM: I'm not your guide, nor keeper and most certainly not your safety net. Want what I can provide tell you want to give six months to me and ou shall see a transformation.