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How my name came to be... Perhaps I was hungry at the time, but the word Pumpernickel popped into my head as I was creating my account. I thought it could have some double entendre features so I selected it. Apparenty though, someone else had also selected it, and so it needed some modification. 'Please' seemed a polite way to address someone who was contemplating my very sparse profile, and so I added it to the beginnning. This however, made my name too long and CM removed the 'ckle' from the end leaving me with Pleasepumpernick. I thought this name was a bit humourous and so I left it! Not sure that any of that matters to anyone...perhaps not even me...but there it is anyway! In my journal entries, I've added the beginning of a story I am working on. If you have the time to read it, I hope that you will find it enjoyable. :)

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4/24/2013 7:19:44 PM
She entered the room quietly, relieved to be away from the noise and chaos of the boisterous partiers who had invaded the house. She had always enjoyed a great party, but tonight she felt a sense of wistfullness, and needed the calm and serenity she knew she would find in this hidden room. She thought of him, here with her, although she tried desperately not to. She imagined him in his usual chair beside the fireplace, his voice, deep and soothing, telling her to come further into the room so that he might see her better. When he was satisfied that she was close enough, he told her to remain there.

She was dressed as he had requested, a white blouse, tight yet feminine over her lacey bra, a dark skirt, clinging nicely to her womanly curves. What was below the skirt would soon become evident. He told her to unbutton her blouse, but insisted that she do it slowly, so that he may enjoy the anticipation. He forbade her the touching of her nipples, even though he could see them harden when he spoke of them. Her shyness was evident by her downcast eyes, and the slight colouring of her cheeks. He told her how lovely the bra was that she had chosen, and then he simply ordered her to remove it. She heard the slight intake of breath when he saw her naked breasts, nipples swollen with arousal. She wondered if he would touch her like he had before, if he would desire to feel the heaviness of her breasts in his hands, and as she thought it, he stood, telling her to put her hands behind her back.

He was a formidable man, towering over her in both height and mass, he whispered ever so softly his approval of her thus far. He ran the backs of his fingers over her nipples, causing her to gasp. He reminded her that she must remain quiet, until he told her otherwise. And then, pressing his lips against hers, he grasped her nipples tightly, pulling them, and her forward as he squeezed. His tongue found hers, and he drew her in.......

4/14/2013 7:56:17 PM

She had come to him to learn about submission, to be 'trained' she had said, although it felt entirely ridiculous for her to say such a thing. He understood how she felt, and re-assured her it was natural and okay to feel that way.

He was much older than she was, perhaps 20 years older, if not more. He was fit, hair greying, but what she noticed the most about him was his quiet confidence.

When she arrived he was seated in an arm chair. He regarded her almost impassively at first, but then, after a few moments, he smiled warmly and asked her to come into the room. She was nervous, trembling slightly, and her face flushed when he told her to strip. He had made sure the room was warm, so that she would not feel uncomfortable, and he delighted in watching her slowly and tentatively remove her clothes.

Her breasts were large and heavy, and the rest of her body was not disappointing. She was not firm and muscular, as an athlete would be, but rather soft and feminine. He enjoyed drinking in her scent, and because of this he asked her to step closer. He could see her shyness at appearing naked before him, especially since he was fully clothed. His most immediate thought was to test her wetness, to see if this was having the desired effect upon her, but he restrained himself, knowing it was too soon.

He told her that today would be a time for them to become acquainted, and for her to begin to learn her place. He showed her the pillow on which she would kneel, and told her then to kneel upon it, back straight, feet touching her....he wanted to say, 'her sweet young ass', but instead he chose the term buttocks. Yes, feet touching buttocks. Shoulders will always be back. Back straight. You have lovely tits, he added, making her flush a crimson red, and consequently causing his cock to twitch.

He reached towards her for the first time. Grasping her left nipple tightly and rolling it between his fingers. She gasped audibly, and was immediately reprimanded by a tightening of the fingers on her nipple. She was about to gasp louder, when he told her that she must remain quiet, unless he told her otherwise. She looked incredulous, but obeyed. He smiled warmly at her all the while wondering how she would react to the clamp he was about to adorn her with.

Instructing her to remain still, he produced a simple nipple clamp, and asked her if she had seen one before. She shook her head slowly, her brown eyes fixed on his. He explained to her that it might cause her a bit of discomfort, but this was part of the learning process, something she, if not now, might actually beg for eventually. Placing the clamp upon her nipple he reminded her that she must remain quiet.

He reminded her also to keep her back straight so he may enjoy her luscious tits, and then he set the second clamp into place upon her virgin nipples. He tested each one by flicking it lightly with his fingers, and although he sensed she wished to gasp, she remained quiet. Next to be added....the chain.

He produced a thin silver chain from his trouser pocket and showed it to the woman before him. He explained that the purpose of it was to keep them connected for the remainder of the day. She looked puzzled, but realization dawned on her when he attached the chain to the first clamp. Then passing the chain around his leg, he attached the other end of it to the second clamp. Moving his leg slightly made the chain flex, and the clamps tighten ever so slightly. Lean forward he instructed, and when she did so the clamps loosened, providing some relief. Now lean back, he instructed softly, with a gentle and disarming smile. When she did so the clamps tightened enough so that she could feel them more readily, but they also began to stretch her nipples.

Yes, a nicer view he said. You will remain in that position for now. He stroked her hair, and turned on the tv.


9/7/2012 8:24:18 PM

Upon reading many profiles, it would seem that Dominance (for many Doms) actually equals plain and simple arrogance. 

 

Is that really what it's supposed to mean?!! 

 

I thought Dominance and submission were about balance.  One would balance the other and vice versa.  Arrogance is entirely one sided.  One sided drivel as far as I can tell. 

 

cherio :) 


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acrazybeauty
 
 Age: 26
  Texas