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	About sacredspace I am in the midst of discovery. Self expansion. I am saying yes to more and more, and recieving what the universe has to provide, which is exactly everything. Here is where our paths cross. Here is where we say hello, and the spark of new relationship blossoms. I love, live, and breath in the pacific northwest. I travel, and in doing so find new aspects of self I wouldn't otherwise see. I seek friends and lovers with which to share moments. With which to share ourselves. Opening and closing, and opening wider until my heart bursts and there is just the breeze with which to blow. My submissive self and my dominant self are little babies, opening eyes and discovering a world of wonder. They play off of each other as I interact with my surroundings, and they strive to meet whom there is to meet. To share what there is to share.

he sat at the table and sipped his coffee. a glance at his watch, a deep breath, he puts a blindfold on. waits.

waits.

minutes roll by. coffee shop sounds echo around him. he can feel people watching, embaresed. fidgets.

suddenly a voice by his ear.

"stop fidgeting"

he freezes, heart pounding. she was watching him. still is.

moments, silence, he forgets to breaths. breaths.

"put your hands on the table"

a command.

he does. he hears her sit across from him. silence. she sips tea.

"do you know what you are doing here?"

he opens his mouth, thinks of what to say. he thinks too long.

she slaps his face, hard. he doesn't expect it. just a shock of pain to his cheek. breathing hard.

"you obviously need to learn discipline. you will need to answer immediately when i ask you questions. you are not here to think. do you understand that?"

he nods.

"answer verbally"

he swallows. "yes"

"what are you saying yes to?"

pause... "that i am not here to think, and need to answer questions immediately"

"correct. you will learn. when you don't know an answer, simply say i don't know. do not think. either you know the answer or you do not know the answer. do you understand?"

"yes"

"good. now since you do not know what you are doing here, i will tell you. you are here to serve me. i don't really much care what that means to you. what it means to me is that you will do what i tell you to do. do you know what this is?"

she begins to tie a strand of rope around his wrist.

"rope"

"it is a cuff. a symbol of my control over your limb. do you understand this?"

"yes"

"explain it to me"

"the cuff is a symbol of your control over my limb"

"so you are agreeing to relinquish control of this limb in exchange for this cuff that i am giving you?"

"...yes"

she finishes tying.

"good. raise your arm straight out over the table and leave it there." she begins tying a cuff to the other wrist. he raises his arm straight.

"what we are going to do is discover the extent of, and limits to, the control you have given me. if i asked you to step in front of a bus, i would not expect you to obey, because it is beyond the limits of the control that we have exchanged. do you agree?"

"yes"

"good. do you know where the limits to this exchange lie?"

"no"

"neither do i dear. this is what we shall discover." she finishes putting on cuff, puts new cuffs in each palm. "now attach these to
each ankle." he takes cuffs and begins attaching to ankles. she watching for a few moments, sipping tea.

"explain to me what is happening right now"

"i am putting cuffs..."

"wrong. you are not putting anything on. you have already forgotten that i control your arms. through my orders, you are putting cuffs on your ankles. i am controling your movements, there for your actions are an extension of me. they are my actions, not yours. it is very important that you understand this. it is fundamental to our
relationship. you no longer have control over your body."

silence while he finishes putting on cuffs. he sits, hands in his lap.

"put your arms on the table." silence. sipping tea.

"do you understand the exchange that has taken place?"

"yes"

"explain it to me"

"i have given you control over my limbs. i no longer have control over my limbs."

"correct." silence.

"how does that make you feel?"

he thinks.

"i have disciplined you once for thinking. next time it happens, it will be harsher than a mere slap of the face. do you understand?"

"yes"

"now explain to me how it makes you feel"

"i don't know"

she smiles. "good. it doesn't matter how it makes you feel. what you are feeling is irrelevant. what matters is that you do what i
tell you to do. do you understand?"

"yes"

"good. now i want you to listen carefully, because i will not repeat what i am about to say. next to my chair is a bag. when i tell you to start, count to twenty, then take off the blindfold and take the bag to the bathroom and exchange the clothes you have on with the clothes in the bag. do it quickly. then return to this table. do you understand?"

"yes"

"good. there is one more thing, and this is very important. when you come out of the bathroom, i will be sitting here. you are not to break eye contact unless you need to in order to make your way to the table and to sit down. once you are sitting down, you absolutely are not to break eye contact, even if i look away. do you understand?"

"yes"

"begin counting"

fleshy hips, grasped in hand. she's bent over at the waist. a SMACK, gets a HOWL. she pushes back, wanting to be filled, but not yet...not yet. that sounds like pleading. another SMACK gets another HOWL, and a smile as i thrust, with a grunt. deep, and sweaty, she's moaning rythmically. those fleshy hips, grasped in hands, sometimes slip from my sweaty palms, and her ass is red while she howls, and with the pleading.... i throb inside of her. and force her down and around, so she's on her knees, and she can take that throbbing cock in, and her long hair is great for grabbing, and putting where i want. put the little slut mouth where i want it, while it shapes an o, and those eyes are silently pleading for yes...yes i love.... what do you love slut? maybe slut needs a fat gag in her mouth, and a tight rope around her arms, behind her back, so i can fuck that wet, slutty, pussy, until it's well past spent. angle my cock deep, and you can scream for more as long as you want behind that gag. scream for more and yes....yes admit that what you love is this...float away and be at peace, because you have nothing to worry about. you have no worries and no thoughts because you're good for one thing, and you're here.

Here's the situation. I'm bent over at the waist. Several lengths of rope are tied around my thieghs, binding them to the table legs. They are tight enough that I can't move my legs except for a wiggle, but loose enough to not cut off circulation. Below the knees, my legs are free. My torso is laying on the table. My arms are pinned behind my by more rope at my elbows and wrists. Tight enough to prevent escape, loose enough for circulation. My hair has been tied back in pigtails, and in each braid thin straps of leather have been woven in. each braid has three five foot straps, which are themselves woven together after the hair ends, until a foor of strap remains. so, in essence, my braids are about 3 feet long with 3 single straps on the end, each a foot long. in my mough is a bit gag, tied around my head and fastened deep in my mouth. a rope runs from the back of the gag to the rope, binding me arms. it's tied tight, forcing my head back. a blindfold covers my eyes. i've been like this for about an hour. it took her fourty-five minutes or so to get it all done, then she got herself a cold drink, and poked me with a prod to laugh at my grunts and wiggles. oh yeah. my dick. there's a hole in the table, big enough for my cock and balls to fit through. there is rope tied around both, and another rope running from the base, down to the floor, laying between my legs. my nipples are clamped, and a length of rope runs from each, over my shoulders, and then tied together to an o-ring, which is now resting on my left ass cheek. the only thing i'm wearing, if it could be considered clothing, is a leather collar, which is locked around my neck and fastened to the table with a 1 half foor length of rope. right now, i'm as relaxed as possible, which is not very. my arms are tightly bound, my head is held back, and my cock and balls are in a pretty tight grib. like i said, i've been in this potition for a while. she just stepped out to refill her drink, but... there she is. i can hear her footsteps on the concrete floor. i immediately start sweating, and my cock bounces a little. she laughs, probably cause she can see my cock leash move a little. she steps next to the table and pets my head. "are you excited pussy?" she calls me pussy. i love it, and both my heads nod. she laughs again, then runds her hand down my head, and along my braids. "oh I'm going to have very much fun with this!" and suddenly i hear a flutter through the air and feel a small pain on my ass. i moan, not from pain, but from excitement. she reads my mind. "I am going to fuck you in your dirty pussy while I whip the shit out of you with your sissy hair" and she pulls both my braids so my head is forced back even further and all i can do is wiggle my body and moan out grunts of enthousiasm and agreement. yes yes! fuck my pussy cause i'm a little sissy slut! "you want that you fucking bitch?" i drool and grunt yes yes! "cause that's all you look like to me right now. a helpless.." she pulls back harder on my braids, and i feel pressure on the nipple clamps "...dirty..." more nipple clamp pressure and i'm moaning like an ambulance siren that's a few blocks away "...slutty..." as she says is i feel a sharp tug on the cock leash, and grunt loud into the gag. She pauses for several seconds braids held back, nipples clamped and extended , cock tugged on and suddenly i feel hands on my has. Two hands, one on each cheek, moving them apart. ??? is there someone else in the ... suddenly pressure on my asshole...my pussy... and all thoughts dissapear. "....sissy" as she says it she moves the strap-on in slowly. "and right now I'm gonna fuck out pussy" and i'm squeezing, thrusting my hips into the cock as she teases it and tugs my cock at the same time. i feel pressure, and more pressure, and i'm pushing back and she's in control of my cock with that leash and my head can't go anywhere, and she's thrusting slowly and then whipping. i feel it on my ass and thieghs. All i can do is thrust into her cock. "thats right. push that dirty pussy onto my cock. you do that good you know? you really are a sissy slut. you love it, don't you? say it. tell me that you love it you fucking pussy" and she's thrusting and whipping and riding my ass and nipples and cock, hair tied back and i admit as best i can into the gag. yes yes i love getting fucked in the dirty pussy! fuck my harder!" the thrusting and whipping intensifies, and she's riding it "you feel that? you know what that is slut?" i moan0 i beg for her to tell me, and to not make it stop. "I've got that cockleash tied to the cock that I'm fucking your dirty pussy with. I'm fucking you with your own cock. but it's not even your cock anymore. is it? IS IT!?" she smacks my ass and i cry in pain and admit it's not my cock. it's her cock and she's fucking my pussy with it. and she starts thrusting again, and i feel the rope tugging and oh god she's in control- IN CONTROL of it, and it's really her cock, and she's fucking my pussy and i sant more of it please more i'll do whatever you want. and while she's still thrusting, and spanking and whipping my ass, i feel hands behind my head, working the gag loose and suddenly my mouth is free. "what are you?" she demands. riding my ass. my mind tries to find words. smack my ass, hard thrust that takes my breath away. "i'm a sissy" i weakly say, and my hair is pulled, nipples yanked, cockleash taught and her cock deep in my dirty pussy and i yell "I'M YOUR SISSY! i'm a dirty slutty sissy and you have the cock!" and she's thrusting. hard and wild. my dick, her dick- i'm not a man anymore. i'm a pathetic sissy, who's cock in no longer in my own control. whosever control, it's throbbing, and feels like it's about to burst. "You have the cock and i have the pussy!" "say it again slut" she yells and somebody slaps me across the face. "you have the cock and i have the pussy!" "that's right. you're my sissy slut now. I just took your cock, and right now I'm fucking you in the pussy with it. Does it feel good to get fucked in the pussy with my cock?" "YES!!" "you want more?" "YES!" suddenly she stops, still inside... "you think I give a shit if you want any more? you're my sissy slut. you're only purpose here is for my pleasure. you're a sex slave. you understand that?" "yes" my eyes are rolling back in my head. "you agree that you are nothing more that my sissy-slave? a little panty slut for me to fuck in the pussy when i want?" her cock's deep inside my ass, and the cock lease is tight. "yes. i agree" and she's thrusting again. wildly. "agree to what?" "i'm just a sex-slave. i'm your panty slut" "good. now beg for me to fuck your pussy with my cock" i can feel sweat drip from her body onto mine. "please fuck my pussy with your cock" it comes between gasps of air and she fucks. and i beg for more. half an hour of this. of me agreeing, begging, pleading. i'm begging her to let me come. "please let your sissy come!" "you think you deserve to come?! i don't think your dirty enough for me to allow that" "please let me come i beg you i'm your dirty sissy and you can do what you want with me" and before i can finish, my hair is pulled back all the way, forcing head back, and i feel flesh on my lips. a flash of realization and i resist out of relfex. she smacks my ass and tells me to take it like the sissy i am. then it's thrust in my mouth, and i have no choice. no choice in the matter and she's making me suck cock while she's fucking me in the pussy with her cock and i don't have a cock anymore and suddenly... ...i'm gone... ...i'm floating... ...i hear a distant voice, and feel dull and far-away thuds of flesh on flesh. "come slut!" i hear in a faraway voice. my mind is no longer connected to my body, which is exploding in sensation. in my mind there is nothing, not even these words. i'm simpy gone. ................. the next thing I'm aware of is the cloth in my mouth. I must have passed out, cause i don't remember how it got there. "...isn't it slut?" she says from behind me. she's still in me. what was the question? "I asked if it tasted good to be a panty slut" It took a few moments for me to understand. I tasted something warm and salty in my mouth. Didn't take long to figure out what, but who's?! I realize that my face is covered in it. he must have unloaded on my face. "you came quite well slut. right into the the panty that I bought for you, and which are now strapped inside your mouth. That's fucking gross. that's disgusting, and perverted, and wrong. It's also hot as fuck.

ohmy god it?s her. How....? She glanced at the man holding his left arm, and nodded. The man immediately realeased with one hand, raised with open palm, hovered for a brief moment, then came smacking down on me inner thiegh. I yelped, and jumped inside of these men?s arms. When I opened my eyes and began to shout at them in anger and confusion, she was standing directly over me, looking down. The leather that covered her torso, and revealed her legs, shone a bit from the only light in the dark room. The breath went out of my lungs, and protest died. The pain from the smack lingered in my head, but any worry about it?s source was gone. The erection throbbed. ?There will be no sound? she was direct. She acted like she had plenty of business to attend to. A surgeon preparing before the cut. Knowing that intense attention would be capable for several hours. We then he noticed what she was focused on. Her attention was on the belt buckle that she was securing around her waist. The dildo hooked into her strap on was just as long and hard as his own. When he saw it, and knew what was about to happen, the bottom fell out of his stomach. His heart stopped, and blood paused. His entire body- mind and spirit, focused on this one single realization, and then all worry was stripped away. Only one thought ran through his head. Not even a thought. A feeling. If posed to express in words, none would be forthcoming. This feeling can?t be understood in a singel sentance. It would take a whole book. That feeling, was all he knew at that moment. All that he existed for. That helplessness. She was going to fuck him in the ass, for a very long time. She was going to beat him, humiliate him, torture and tease him. She was going to drive her to his limits and beyond. She would take him where he never dared go. She was going to take him inside himself. Discovery on an entire new level of understanding. No longer defined by outside influences, Man was about to set off for self discovery. No outside rules or regulations. The other side of the glass. So whatca wanna do? You wanna fuck? His entire body shook yes. YEs he wanted a fuck yes please all there is is the fuck. There is that cock, attached to her by straps and hooks, so that she could shove it into his cock, and make him beg. Make him scream and moan and explain and promise and swear-make him do things he never thought that he would do. She was going to take away his power, his control, and hold it dangling in front of him. And there was nothing that he could do, because he wanted it. There was no option of forfiet at this point. His dick was caged. His neck was locked in leash. A thin leather strap connected the two, and led upwards, twords her waist. It tied off at the base of the cock that she had strapped to her He gasped when he saw where his power went. He was leashed to her cock. She was about fo fuck him with his own juice. She heard the gasp, and glanced at another man. I large ball gag was shoved in his mouth, forcibly, and strapped tightly in back. Two leather straps ran from that to her hands. She held one strap in each hand, and parted them like a pair of reins. Thank you That was all she spoke, and the men departed. He was suddenly alone in the dark room with her. Dick and balls wrapped up in locked metal, leather collar wrapped around his neck, both conncected to her cock. Mouth gaged to her reains. She smilled, and then dropped both reins and grabbed a paddle that had been hooked to her side. She pounded his inner theigh quickly, before he had time to react. He yelped, but didn?t move to run away or block it. She smiled, and quickly hit his other theigh. A loud smack, and a muffled grunt followed. His hands went to portect, but she batted them away as she said no She hit is theigh again, and this time his hands remained away, altough clenced. His crotch pumped forward, hoping for sensation. In a fluid motion, she tugged the straps, and tugged his cock and neck. He moaned, and she smacked his inner thigh again. Moan becamse a yelp, and hands went back. She dropped the paddle to the floor and smack him across the face. Hard. It took his breath away, and she paused above. No sound save his rapid breathing. she spoke over it. I said no. And she grabbed his right nipple, and twisted. A different yelp. A higher pitched one, and more alarmed. she smiled. She knew that she would be able to play him like fiddle. All his wants were written on him. She simply guided him where he was going. Where he needed help to find the way.

Alright. First entry in a new website. What to say? I dreamt once that my cock was leashed, and was being led around by a waitress at a small diner. She was wearing a leather outfit that kept her arms pinned at her sides, and had a tray strapped to her chest, where the drinks were kept. Everyone in the diner was normal except me and her, but no one paid us any attention other than taking or leaving drinks on her tray. The leash was connected from my hard cock to the ball gag that she had in her mouth. It never stopped being taught, and whenever she started walking again after stopping to help someone with a drink, it tugged on my dick. At first it was just the cocklease, but then it turned into a full on body bondage suit. My feet were tied together with a two foot rope, and my elbows were tied behind my back. I had a collar and a ball gag in my mouth, and then as I was led by the customers, they started hitting me. They all had small leather straps that they started hitting me with, and calling me names: slut, fucktoy, pathetic sissyboy-they kept going on and on, and I had to keep walking, cause the waitress kept pulling me. I remember feeling incredibly helpless and excited, cause I couldn't do anything other than be led through these aisles of people laughing and yelling and hitting me. At the end, the waitress turned to me, and the leash, from her mouth to my cock, seemed to be a direct line of communication. She didn't say anything, but I understood exactly what she was saying. I kneeled as best I could, and she laughed. She kept laughing at me while people were hitting me, and when she laughed, she pulled her head back, which pulled on the leash, and tugged my cock. She kept laughing, and pulling my cock, and I just sat there, helpless and immobile. I wanted to cum, but I knew that she wouldn't let me. She had all the power, and I had none. That was an incredible feeling of helplessness and humiliation.

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