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I am involved with a lovely dom who is the sunshine of my life, so I'm not looking. Females of all persuasions feel free to get in touch, but guys, chat and friendship only.

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4/20/2013 11:15:06 AM

My dom never raises his voice.  He doesn't need to.  He never calls me a slut or a bitch or a whore, because that's not what I am.  I have used the word dom but I never call him that and never really think of him as that.  The words dom and sub make us cringe a bit.  He told me from the beginning to simply call him by his name.  I would feel ridiculous calling a man master or sir and would find it hard not to laugh at any man who expected that.

 When we are together I may do a whole lot of things society might consider slutty or whorish, but society can suck my balls.  Whatever he asks of me I do willingly and it is an act of love and devotion.  And it's lots of fun too! 

He can be a bastard.  He can be cruel and torment me for his own amusement.  He giggles like a schoolgirl when I get upset and even though I know I'll be in trouble for it I just can't help sulking sometimes. 

I look at the profiles on this site and wonder where the hell I fit in.  Not that fitting in is necessary or even desirable, but it's nice to feel you are in the company of kindred spirits.  I have an embarrassingly low pain threshold.  I've been told this is good for the dom as he doesn't have to beat a woman senseless to get the desired reaction.  Not that I don't like a good spanking or a slap across the face, just that anything likely to leave more than a light bruise next day would have me screaming, 'Hard limit, hard limit!' 

I am devoted to him with my entire heart.  I don't want him to shove butternut squash up my bum and electrocute my nipples, but I crave his good opinion.  I would happily endure the vegetable up my bottom for a week and toasted boobs if it was what he asked of me, if I could feel his arms around me afterwards, and those magic, all encompassing, life affirming words: 

'My good girl.'

 He wouldn't abuse me like that though.  If that's what you're into then that's great.  More power to your elbow.  However, we are a bit fluffier than that.  His demands consist of endless cups of tea and snuggles.  It might not sound challenging, but he really drinks a lot of tea.  Heaven help me if I don't have full fat milk in for when he comes round. 

When we go out he holds me hand wherever we go.  It is heartbreakingly lovely.  Even when we are in his car he pops my hand on the gear stick under his. 

He isn't a sadist.  I'm not a masochist.  We both feel a bit wet compared to some kinksters.  We don't feel any less kinky.  Our dedication to each other and our roles in our relationship are very clearcut to us and we love it.  Neither of us is ever for a second in any doubt that he is in charge.  I have been trained to simply respond, 'Yes XXXX', to his commands and get on with the task I have been assigned.   

He doesn't raise his voice because it isn't his style.  He would never need to raise his voice though.  We clicked together as people as soon as we met and we were both equally amazed that we are kink compatible too.  He is gently dominant and I need gentle control.  I obey him because I love and respect him.  I am happy to do as he asks.  I yearn to make my man happy, as any sub understands.  Our dynamic works perfectly for us.  It fulfills me to please him and he loves to control me and be responsible for me.  My wellbeing and happiness is his priority and vice versa.  We just have different ways of achieving it. 

We have been together for a couple of years now and we still aren't bored of each other.  We are growing together and what once seemed like kinky fantasies is now our everyday existence and doesn't feel like an alternative lifestyle.  It is perfectly natural to us and is our normality.  This is how we were meant to live.

 I'm not trying to be smug here or say my boyfriend is better than your boyfriend.  (He is though, he really is.)  I think I just want to express that not all kink is dark and bloody. No pirate costumes and needles for us. 

I am a lightweight and I am proud!


9/29/2010 4:30:25 PM
Another old BDSM joke.

Q.  How do you confuse a sub?

A.  7

5/23/2010 8:39:50 AM
Old BDSM joke of the day

Q.  How do you keep a submissive in suspense?

5/15/2010 11:46:43 AM
Please and thank you are my favourite words and I enjoy their liberal application. 

5/13/2010 2:46:21 AM
'Do you like that it hurts me?'

'No, I like that it hurts but you take it for me anyway.'

5/10/2010 7:22:11 AM
We lie kissing, just kissing in the warmth of our bed for a while, not noticing or caring about our stale morning mouths.  Softly entangled in each other, lazily loving.  Knowing we have to get up for work soon makes the haste all the more sweet.

His hands travel over me, settling between my legs, finding the spot he knows so well.  He is so skilled in manipulating me, so familiar with my terrain he easily gets what we both need from me.  After he lets me cum once I have more to give so he orders me to masturbate for him.  He holds me close, watching me intensely as I spread my legs as far as they will reach.  His gaze and pure possessiveness frighten me a little but satisfy and fulfil me so much more.  I cum and cum for him and no one else, for his pleasure only, until I am spent.

This intimacy, this intimacy.  There is nothing else.

1/12/2010 12:41:01 PM
Why add someone to your favourites list then never message them?

12/21/2009 2:42:28 PM
She hands me flowers as I open the door.  I am taken aback by this gesture as I am not used to such effusions of kindness.  She is bashful and I am so happy to see her and welcome her in.  We kiss hello, both nervous and excited.

I run her a bath.  I have been looking forward to bathing her, taking care of her and exploring her.  She sits in the warm water, pink and smiling.  I gently wash her hair and enjoy feeling her relax.  I take my time soaping her body, washing her like a child, cleaning her every nook, leaving traces of myself everywhere.  After I have washed her body I instruct her to  get onto all fours like a dog.  I slowly, painstakingly wash her ass and cunt.  I feel her embarrassment at being so exposed and winces as I carefully wash her anus.  She has no need to be embarrassed, she is mesmerising. 

I wrap her in a large fluffy towel and take her through to the lounge.  I instructed her not to shave before she came over as I wanted the pleasure of shaving her myself.  She lies on the floor, legs wide open, avoiding meeting my eye.  I know she feels ashamed and it only makes her more delightful that she is prepared to do this for me.  I shave her beautiful cunt and again get her on all fours so I can get every hair from her ass.  She drops her head into the towel to hide her embarrassment and I feel so content.

She looks too tempting in this position, so smooth and still warm from the bath.  I lick her ass and gently work a finger inside.  She squirms with surprise and pleasure.  She looks so innocent but even sweet girls are animals underneath.  She groans with pleasure and I carefully slide and well lubricated toy into her ass.  I can't help but sit back and enjoy the view, her ass in the air, vibrator peeking out.  I stroke her beautiful cunt and inhale deeply as I give her a few licks.  Already she is wet enough to take a toy in there.  I slide a vibrator into her and take a seat.  I instruct her to stay on all fours and play for me, enjoy the toys in her holes. She is hungry for pleasure and eagerly performs for me, still bashful but too turned on to care.  I know my own cunt so well and it is fascinating to see how another woman pleasures herself.  There is nothing more beautiful or erotic than a woman masturbating.

I have her crawl around the floor for me, vibrator still sticking out of her ass, the one in her cunt needing to be slid back in to her wet hole.  She is pale and dark and perfect.  She is my sweet pet.

I lie her on her back on the floor and eat her cunt for a while.  I am at my happiest with my face inbetween a pretty girls legs.  She writhes and groans beneath me, feeling her orgasm draw closer.  She dares not cum though.  She only cums when I give her permission.  Even when we are apart, she waits patiently for me to instruct her to orgasm.  I give her the choice between a strap on or a double ended dildo.  She opts for the strap on and I push her on her knees over the sofa and drive it roughly into her.  She is squirming and wriggling so I pin her down and force her face into a cushion.  And I fuck her. I ride her hard like she deserves.  She is helpless beneath me and there solely for my enjoyment.  And I am enjoying her.

I want to see her orgasm and position myself to stimulate her g spot, knowing she will not be able to stop herself from cumming.  I grip her hips and bring her to orgasm, completely spellbound by this beautiful creature lost in pleasure, without inhibitions, shaking and grunting like an animal.  The pleasure really is all mine.

After she has finished I hold her from behind in my arms, stroking her and tenderly kissing her neck, shoulders and face, telling her how proud I am of her and what a wonderfully special girl she is.  She is my pet and my pleasure and her satisfaction is all mine.

11/11/2009 10:29:14 AM
ORGASM CONTROL

In a relationship the first thing I want to do is relinquish control of my own sexual pleasure.  The only sexual pleasure I want is that which he permits me to have.  I don't want to cum unless I am cumming for him.  To cum for myself and solely for my own enjoyment doesn't mean that much to me and just isn't that pleasurable.  Knowing I am not allowed to masturbate without permission is delicious torture and it feels like I have purpose.  To hand control of my sexual pleasure over to him makes me feel incredibly special and close to him at all times.  It makes me feel looked after and that I have something hard to work at that is extremely fulfilling and worthwhile.  During the day when he isn't here and I feel horny I have to phone or text or somehow contact him to seek permission to get off.  It is quite an embarrassing thing to ask.  'Please may I masturbate?'  But that humiliation is a huge part of the pleasure and is how I earn my orgasm.  He can be kind and generous and understand my cunt gives me no peace and understand I need relief.  Or he could toy with me like a cat with a mouse. He could make me wait an agonising hour.  Or he could make me do it there and then down the phone for him.  Or he could make me perform for him whilst he watches, enjoying the show, never letting my eyes lose contact with his.


It is the same during sex.  When I feel myself getting close I have to hold back and ask, 'Please may I cum?'  Usually it is more of a frantic, desperate, 'Please, please please, can I cum please?'  Please let me cum, please, please.'  Begging is fun.  He isn't cruel and unless he has other plans for me he allows me my orgasm and enjoys feeling me thrash beneath him.


There is one thing I would never do though, and that is lie to him.  Deception destroys everything.  And I need to be totally honest with him, to be naked and humble before him at all times.  I am a very honest person and do not feel comfortable with dishonesty and will always tell him the truth.  That can be painful and ugly and humiliating and I need to be an open book before him.


I am only human and of course I am going to slip up sometimes.  I woke up horny one morning and he wasn't there.  I have no self control and one thing led to another and I just couldn't stop myself.  I don't even know why I did it.  I didn't really enjoy it.  If he isn't there or has given me permission it just isn't the same.  I got carried away and just couldn't stop.  As soon as I have finished and am lying there with hot syrupy blood and limbs heavy as lead I am filled with utter shame and regret.  And fear.  He doesn't give me many rules and I have broken an important one and now I must be punished.  And it wont be a spanking.  It wont be erotic pain.  We aren't playing and this wont be fun.  It will be real pain.  He will hurt me and I will deserve it.


All day I am a hopeless wreck.  I  need to confess and atone and face my punishment.  When he gets home he finds me subdued and immediately knows something is wrong.  I take his coat and kiss him without meeting his eye.  He sits down on the bed and I fall to my knees and begin crying.  He sits patiently waiting and after a few heavy sobs I begin try speak.  Looking at my hands clasped in my lap I say, 'I broke a rule.'  He reaches out and puts his hand under my chin and tilts my face up to his and says, 'Look me in the eye.  When you tell me this you look me in the eye.'  This makes my tears come even harder.  He always demands full eye contact and it is what I want to do but it is so difficult to be so naked in front of him.  It takes me a few minutes to gather myself and look into his face rather than past him.  He is patient, he doesn't need to shout or make demands.  He knows I will do as he tells me, that I always do my best for him, I just need to gather the strength to do it.


With hot tears hanging from my lashes I explain, 'I woke up horny this morning.  My hands started wondering and I couldn't stop myself.  I masturbated and I came and I didn't stop to ask your permission and I am so so so terribly sorry.  I have let you down and I absolutely hate to let you down.   I am so ashamed and I feel terrible. I know I did something wrong and I bitterly regret it but I can't change it.'  My head is starting to hang in shame again.  I steel myself and look in his eyes again.  'You don't give me many rules and I broke one and I accept any fair punishment that is coming my way.'


He is quiet for a moment, then says, 'You know I have to punish you now.'  My lowered head nods.  'It's not going to be nice.  It's going to hurt and you're going to hate me for it.'  I say, 'I knew what I was getting myself into.  I want you to punish me.  I don't want to be let off with anything.'


'Very well,' he says.  'Fetch the box from underneath the bed.'  This box, about the size of a suitcase is where we keep our toys.  I slide it out and open the lid.  I hand him some rope, leather cuffs and a flogger.  I ask him, 'Is there anything you'd like me to wear?'  He laughs lightly like I've said something very naive.  'I don't want you wearing anything.'


As he is running the rope through a hook in the ceiling I feel sick with fear.  I do not like pain.  I cannot handle pain.  This is the worst thing he could subject me to.  I put my wrists out in front of me so he can out the leather cuffs round them and attach the rope to them.  He pulls the rope tight and my arms are raised above my head, my hands in a prayer position.  My knees are on the floor but the rest of my body is upright, awaiting the flogger.  He says, 'I am going to give you thirty lashes.'  I throw my head back, my mouth huge with fear and anger.  I know he has decided and this is a fair punishment for my transgressions.  I know better than to question him though, and decide to merely accept my fate.  I shut my eyes tightly and brace myself for the pain.  As soon as the flogger hits me I lurch forward and let out shriek of pain and feel utter hatred toward him.  I cannot stand this sharp, burning pain and as he continues to whip me and scream, swear, hurl abuse at him, beg him to stop and writhe within my restraints trying to avoid his lashes.  After ten strokes he stops and asks me if I need to take a break.  Immediately I cry yes but I know the screaming pain in my back and legs will not subside until this is over.  And so I beg him to continue, to get it over with as soon as possible.  And I howl and beg and writhe and cry until it is done.  I hate him.  I hate the raw pain in my tender flesh.  Most of all I hate myself for letting him down and bringing this all on myself.


He releases me from my cuffs and immediately I fall to the floor crying helplessly like a child.  I curl myself into a furious, humiliated ball and lie there.  He kneels down beside me and rests his hand on my thigh and asks me how I am.  I am so angry all I can do is yell at him to leave me alone.  He stays where he is and gently rubs my leg.  I raise my head and snarl at him to get the hell away from me.  He backs away but I can still feel him behind me.  I whisper that I am in pain and humiliated and need to be left alone for a while.  He seems to understand and I hear him go into the other room.


I lie on the floor completely humbled and repentant and I know we aren't playing a game.  This is the life I want and even though I hate it right now I am so glad I have him and belong to him.  I don't know how long I lie there, sobbing and feeling sorry for myself, resenting him.  I know I  am going to be very sore and bruised in the morning.  But those bruises are my reminder and my shame.  He punished me because he loves me and sometimes for my own good I have to be punished. 


Eventually I feel that I can move again and my anger has subsided and humility has taken its place.  Unsteadily I raise myself onto all fours.  He looks up with concern as he sees me crawl across the floor to his feet.  I look up at him and he offers me a smile and strokes my hair.  I pull myself up into his armchair next to him and wrap a throw round myself like a blanket.  I slide my arms around him and raise my legs into his lap.  My head sinks into his shoulder and he kisses my head.  I look into his eyes, completely humbled and grateful and say in as strong a voice as I can manage, 'Thank you for punishing me.'

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MSnoir
 
 Age: 28
 Taos, New Mexico