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MasterDurnion
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| This girl is NOT looking for a Master or Dominant.
Also enjoys:
Ageplay
Devices
Breathplay
Rape (only with permission)
Suvioners (bruises, welts)
Tears (but not sadness.. theres a difference)
Specific Training
Anime
Music
i would like to add a few things to my profile.
its come to my attention how many people on here are looking for sex only. if this is You please do not bother messaging me. i understand sex is a big part of these types of relationships but the relationship has to be developed first. secondly if You are interested- if there is not a picture in Your profile or sent to me then i will probebly not reply back, im not cold i just feel it is not fair and You have something to hide.
Mostly i am just looking for friends.
i have been submissive since i was a child. i do beleive it is a mans world. to me there is nothing more satisfying as a smile on a Master's face and the pride in His eyes.
i am trained some in the Gor lifestyle but have not yet had that type of Master. i am iffy about trying this because once again... Gor is a hardcore version of BDsM and there would have to be 100% TRUST for this girl to
put her life on the line like that.
-kajira
P.S. please please before You talk to me veiw my profile... it urks me terribly when people ask "are you into ass play" when its right at the top of my list... just look. i dont like lazy Master's. it is hard to be a Master as it is.. there is alot of responsiblities that comes with it..
yes a slave is a Master's property but also a prized possession. in a way loved cherished taken care of. a Master should learn His slave to a point.. a mood change.. every pretty hair on their head, the look in their eyes, every blimish, when they fear they have disapointed You and are upset and crying with their face on Your foot- when they need You at the moment so push the anger aside and hold them. yes You are disapointed so punish them and move on to other matters.
xoxoxo
-kajira
~Update~
some of the Master's have the thought "why are you on here unless you are not getting everything you want or need from your Owner" well just to answer this question to any of those wondering the same thing - this girl just enjoys talking to people. as stated above i am here mostly for friends and if You are looking for sex then please do not approach me. thank You for Your understanding, support and love.
xoxox again
-kajira
WARNING: any institutions using this site or any of its associated sites for studies or projects- you do not have my permission to use any of my profile or pictures in any form or forum both current and future. if you have or do, it will be considered a serious violation of my privacy and will be subject to legal ramifications. it is recommended that other members post a similar notice to this.
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...Without Words...
i felt Your hand slide across my belly as you get a strong hold and pull me back to You
i gasp softly as our bodies collide, the warmth of your hand like fire to my flesh, i close my eyes feeling the rise and fall of Your chest to my back. slowly You would lean forward pushing my waist to bend as You take me to O/our knees with Your guidance did i fall-slowly without a word.
i land upon my knees... fairly splay and before my hands could fall forward to catch me i feel You hand pressing between my sholder blades until my cheek kissed the ground with my ass high in the air. Soon i would feel a firm but loving hand roam up the backs of my thighs following the curve of my ass as You lift the skirt revealing what lay beneth, pink glisening heat and my tight pucker.
i could still feel You aligning my body, keeping me forced into this submission... beneth You is where i belonged. i knew this and in turn i felt the comforting embrace of Your force. my arms lay tucked beneth the heavy swells of my breasts - pinned there... i felt Your hands roam up my belly and His breath cascading across the back of my neck.
i loved How He was shameless in using me.
a very gentle touch traced the underside of my right breast causeing me to shiver beneth him... a delicate moan trembled from my lips. i move my arm as i am blocking Him from my nipple. He grabbed my fingers and slowly... no need to perform this quickly... did He twists letting me know what was happening and to learn from my mistakes, my arm was curled behind my back painfully and lay pinned between His chest and my back now. there was no chance of escaping. Now this has left my breast open to His mercy, once again the soft touch falls upon my breast His fingers roam across my pink budding nipple just softly.. the power within His grasp but He choose to use a soft touch the sensation was electrifying and i groan beneth my breath.
i feel Him move off of me but His hand not leaving my breast... i dare not to move. i feel the tip of a plug press to the pucker of my ass i could tell it was the big oner and i cry out... just as i whimper i felt a pinch and twist to my nipple making me cringe - turning my whine into a moan. now using His hipe to guide this plug in, so gently a hand reached up tangling all that He could of my hair You pull me to rise ack to my hands and lean my hips into Yours.
The plug slowly easing into my ass, to ready this girl for full penitration Your hand leaves my breast to wonder down and slowly roll my clit in circles. The tease got me to relax and the plug sank deeply, completely lodging itself in the tightness of my aclove.
Before i could gather myself from the tears of pain and the waves of pleasure You lead me back to the ground. Your knees moving mine to part painfully wide. You can see the moisture dripping from my heat as You sit back on Your heels for inspection. i felt Your fingers tracing between opened petals i whimper in a pleading moan to be used. i tremble and pant unable to speak because You have forbidden it... You ease only one finger inside, it was not enough to stretch me, only enough to cause an ache, a need. i moan as you teasingly curl a finger to implore my depths finding those sweet spots within my velvet walls.
When You hear this little girl cry out with a shiver You know You have hit the spot - tears began to roll down my cheeks as i wept soft... desperate to be used. i knew that i did not deserve to be beneth You but i am the one You have choosen and so i am thankful. You knew this... You listen to me cry.. knowing it was not for myself but to be of service to You and a smile comes to Your lips... that was the devoted girl You knew You owned, that beautiful melody whispers through Your home. This is what You wanted to hear... a plead without words.
You then position Yourself behind me, reaching down to run a hand through my hair to sooth my cries and You thrust hard, burrying Youself inside. i gasp pushing myself to hands and knees feeling You grab onto my sholders for leverage but Your free hand presses firmly to the small of my back, causing a painful arch downwards but oh it was hitting all the right spot that You just found.
my weeping had stopped and were not rejoiceing moans of pleasure, shameless and proud to be Your slut. i hear Your breath start to quicken and deepen as You concintrate in using me to the fullest, pounding Your little girl deeply. her cries of pleasure unheard by Your ears for you used her soley for Your own pleasure. my breasts sway enticingly beneth me as out hips meet so roughly.
my fists curl into the carpet as i near my ecstacy and without warning You burry Yourself deep inside of me... pulsing and twitching as ropes of cum fill me. Only after Your orgasim was reached would You reach down to pinch my clit rolling it between Your fingers. as if on command Your forced yours to cream, wether she wished it or not.. soley because You wished to feel the warm rush flow around Your flaccid member. my cream flows powerfully.
It was an unspoken understanding of true submission and Mastery.
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this does not signify that i am owned, it is only a poem.
The Oral Caress
Cradled between your tender thighs
I lift you to my mouth.
The abundance of your wetness greets me
and my mouth overflows with your warm essence.
Your sweet taste is on my tongue
and your fragrance delights my senses.
No gentle lick this visit.
No bashful cautious approach
For I wish to consume you.
Push against my hungry mouth
As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow
that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals.
Thrust against my generous tongue.
Show me the power of your desire
for my oral caress.
My exploring tongue lifts the hood
and finds your smooth firm pearl.
You squeal in that unique way,
signaling that I have found your special spot.
My jaws protests what my open mouth provides
but I am unrelenting in my gift,
intent only on your fulfillment.
I feel your body tense,
and you are quiet now...
Concentrating... bearing down.
Soon now my Mistress,
ecstasy approaches.
You push hard and fast against my tongue,
shameless in using me
and I so willingly comply
until you cry out...
and in your satisfaction,
I will find mine,
But mine will be the greater. |
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Why did I say it? I know, I was frustrated, thinking only of myself for a moment. The words just slipped out. Your response shocked me.
This morning had followed our usual routine. You had gotten out of bed to take your shower; assuring that I didn't need to use the bathroom, you proceeded to lock the chain to the heavy cuff on my ankle. You do this every morning, chaining me firmly to the bed while you shower. Only this morning, I responded differently. Not thinking for a moment, I muttered "I hate this chain."
I realized as soon as I said it that I was wrong, and fully expected a swift and painful punishment for my words. My eyes had gone quickly to yours, and I saw a flash of anger sweep over your face. Then, as quickly as it had come, the anger was gone; it was replaced by an expression I didn't fully comprehend. Your next action caught me entirely off guard; you bent down and unlocked the chain. Then you quietly removed the leather cuff, now also freed from the heavy lock.
Silently, you stood and placed the key in the palm of my hand, then turned and walked into the bathroom. I looked down at the key, slightly confused, it was still warm from your hand and I realized with a momentary surprise, that I had never felt it between my fingers. I stood there for a moment, thinking that I had somehow escaped punishment and wondering if perhaps you had just decided to give me a break. I laid the key on small maple table next to the bed, then followed you to the bathroom.
Normally, you choose my clothes for the day; a practice that you seem to relish. On days like today, when we are both here and have no need to leave the house, you usually choose what you call my "slave dress," a short black silk wrap dress. It ties at the waist and flows softly off my hips just to the top of my thigh. The dress only crosses loosely over my breasts, and you allow me no underwear, so my flesh is always readily available to your caress or grasp. Today when I walk in the bath, I notice your lean firm body leaned over the sink, you are silently shaving. I can't help but gasp a little at the muscles tensing in your arms, remembering the countless times your hands have wielded a whip carefully over my body. I have to shake my head a bit to remember why I am here.
"Master, what do you wish your slave to wear today?" I say softly. Convinced that I know the answer, I am surprised by your reply. "Whatever you like dear," is all you say. Suddenly I am confused. I have never been given such an answer. It was not said with anger, there didn't seem to be any animosity lacing your words. But, somehow, they stung and I didn't know why. I remained for a moment longer, wondering if perhaps I had misunderstood, but you only continued silently sliding the razor over your chin. I muttered softly "yes, Master," and left the bath.
I stood at the door to my closet for the longest time, feeling a little dazed. Finally, I slipped on a pair of jeans and a deep purple chenille sweater; a pair of socks, and I was done. I wandered down the stairs and made some coffee. As I was pouring myself a cup, I heard the soft pad of your feet walking over the warm oak floors to your den. I knew the routine, and automatically found myself standing at the door. Looking in, I saw you sitting at the desk, computer screen reflecting a project you had been working on. Quietly, I approached, lowering myself to my knees beside your chair. My eyes went quickly to the floor and I asked softly, "Master, would you like some coffee or breakfast?"
Without raising your head, or even looking down at your slave, you replied softly, “no thank you dear, I am fine.". Once again, the words were said kindly, but seemed so distant to me. Finally, as if you sensed my confusion, you spoke again. "Why don't you go shopping, or to lunch and a movie with a friend? If you need money, help yourself, my wallet is on the dresser."
Feeling completely lost, I merely nodded silently and stood. I waited a moment, hoping you would end my confusion, then finally turned and left the room. I went down to the living room and sunk deep into one of the leather chairs, drinking my coffee. The chaos racing through my head was only getting worse when I heard your footsteps wander down and into the kitchen. I could hear as you opened the cupboard for your coffee cup, and a moment later I could smell the bread as it toasted. Suddenly, without a clue as to why, I felt tears filling my eyes and flowing warm and salty over my cheeks. I could not stay here any longer, I needed to think. I went to the bedroom and quietly removed $50 from your wallet, and returned to the den. Wiping the tears from my face, I stood in the doorway. "Master, I am going for awhile, is that okay?"
"Have fun dear," was the only reply. I had hoped you would stop me. I had hoped you would call me to your feet. I wanted desperately to hear you call me "sweet slave," or "pet," or any of the terms you usually used. When it didn't happen, I merely left.
Once in the car, I drove to the mall. Tears were covering my face and I had little idea as to why. In the parking lot, I knew that I had no wish to shop, so I just kept driving. I drove aimlessly for about an hour, trying desperately to understand what was happening, but it was to no avail. Finally, without really knowing how I had gotten there, I once again found myself at home. Knowing that I could stand the confusion no longer, I went to the den. You still sat in the chair at the desk, I walked to you, and kneeled down at your side. My eyes looked up, pleading silently. When you finally met my gaze, you knew the confusion I was experiencing, and your face softened. Suddenly, I simply broke into sobs, laying my head in your lap. Your arms wrapped strong around me as you whispered, "it will be okay my sweet slave." You held me there for a few moments then you stood. "Follow me," was all you said as you took me softly by the hand and led me to the bedroom.
Once there, you led me quietly to the cage in the corner. You rarely actually put me in this cage, and I never quite understood the use. Without saying a word, you signaled for me to undress. I simply nodded and obeyed your order, not really knowing what to expect. Regardless, you now pointed me into the cage, reaching in, you locked the wrist shackles on to my arms, and bent down to attach the ankle shackles. Walking to the bureau, you pulled a black hood from the drawer. Coming back, you whisper softly, "pet, you need to think, I will check on you in a few minutes." Then you add earplugs to my ears and slip the hood over my head. I am left there, alone with myself. I tugged lightly at the shackles, and sighed softly. It was then, right then, that I realized that it was a sigh of relief.
I remained there for a while, time is hard to judge with your senses gone. My mind was still racing and I was starting to think about how secure I was, waiting here, always knowing that you would return. Suddenly, I felt your hands. I jumped at the gentle caress up the sides of my body. I felt you reach under the hood, and remove one of the earplugs. "Are you okay my pet?" I simply nodded. "Pet, you need to be prepared for something, don't be frightened. While I am preparing you, I want you to think about your words this morning. Do you understand?" I murmured quietly, "yes Master, your slave understands" "Good." Then I felt the earplug put back in its place and once again I was standing in total silence. Suddenly, I felt a clamp biting lightly into my right nipple. It was not tight enough to cut off circulation, but tight enough to increase my sensitivity and send a warm flash through my breast and down my body. Then I felt a similar bite on the left nipple; a soft gasp escaped my lips. I stood there for a moment, thinking that you had left, when I felt a hand slide up between my thighs. Your hand was warm and gentle and I allowed my legs to move farther apart. I nearly cried out, as I felt a large thick dildo being pushed deep into my flesh. I felt you strap it up around my waist, giving the leather a hard tug to tighten it, driving the invasive object still deeper. Losing composure, I let out a deep moan. Then I was alone.
I remained there, not really knowing how much time had passed. Once in awhile, I could sense your presence, and knew you were checking to see that I was okay, that the clamps were not cutting circulation. I knew, because this is what you always do. You are always so careful with me, like a prized possession. Suddenly it occurred to me that this was not easy for you. I thought about the time you take each day, chaining and releasing me, making sure I am well, choosing my dress, showing me how to please you. I tugged again at the shackles, and felt a sense of security and contentment wash through me. I felt the light throbbing at my nipples. I felt the dildo stretching me wide. Then my mind wandered back to the shackles again. They reminded me of the chain attaching me to the bed. Suddenly, I understood. The chains, the shackles, they are not for you to bind me, you have already done that with my heart. They are for me. They hold me when you cannot, remind me of where I belong, who I belong to. They are my security, from my own vulnerability. I felt tears falling over my cheeks again, not from confusion this time, but from shame. I knew how my words this morning must have hurt you, how much they must have felt like a rejection of what you are to me.
I didn't feel you come in this time, but suddenly I felt the hood slip off my head. My eyes blinked at the lights until they adjusted, still filled with tears, I looked up at you. Immediately, I muttered, "Master, I am so sorry, please forgive me, I feel so ungrateful." You gently placed your fingers to my lips, effectively hushing my words. You quietly removed the shackles, then led me to the chair. You sat, and I kneeled down at your feet, lowering my eyes to the floor. "Now my pet, tell me what you have learned." "Master, I have learned that you chain me out of love, because I need the security and the reminder that you value me. I was so confused today when you took the chains off, I felt so lost." "Good my pet. So tell me, do you still hate your chains?" "No my Master, I do not. I love them as I love you, because they represent what I am to you Master." I glanced up, and saw a gentleness sweep over your face, and a trace of a smile break across your lips.
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| Age: 18 |
| Ontario,
Canada |
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