Before I begin, more than happy for you to PROVE me wrong
A year ago I started a week long project which has kept going until a couple of days ago when a whole year had gone by
On the 27th of August 2012 I began to check new profiles, as they appeared on my COLLARME page, and once checked delete them so, obviously, I would not see the same profile twice.
I did this as I was getting bored with the fakes and the number of profiles there seemed to be and, also, as it was being said there might be a new UK Fetish site being set up and thought I could give my two pence worth of input about how to set it up (if they were interested).
I intended to check for a week to see how many logged in each day (I only checked female profiles 18-39yrs old and living in UK).
After that first week it only took me 10 minutes to check the new log-ins (an average of 32 a day) so it was easy to do it as I work (well play) on my PC a lot during the day
Below is what I found:
On that first day (27th Aug) I checked and deleted 282 Dommes and 482 subs or switches profiles
Now, at the end of a whole year these numbers have risen to
4,067 Dommes 1 in 2,274 (of the UK population* of the 18-39 age group)
and
11,730 subs or switches 1 in 1,207
Together that means CM says that:
1 in 788 18 - 39yr old females in the UK are into BDSM enough to create a CM profile
(*UK population of 18-39yrs olds is approx 9,25million worked out from UK Gov’ figures)
Below is a general list of groups these profiles fall in to, nearly every one (at least 98%) is fake either by their sex, location or status
In broad, easy to see, descriptions
Female Dommes: From their profile or image most seem to be little more than wank fodder, a pornstar, beautiful, slim, naked or wearing £500 worth of fetishwear
Most say they are Findoms often between 18 and 23yrs old, but, from their profile images, a large number seem more whore than Domme
Female subs/switches: most are very cute, young and slim.
They say they are virgins with no experience OR
just out of BDSM College OR
that they are 20yrs old, their master of 5 yrs has just died & they need a new one OR
they are a poor student and want you to support them with a monthly allowance OR
they are 18 and wish to be pissed and shit on OR
Raped and locked in a cellar for weeks OR
pimped out as a bareback whore
ONLY one of this ‘beautiful’ group of 11,730 female subs or switches has ever gone to an event I have attended in over seven years (325 events in 11 cities)
The really sad and frustrating thing about CM
Is that, in my many years on it, I have met and played with 4 pain sluts from that site.
All 4 replied to my 'hello' with a message containing a comment about my profile (showing they read it), they either appeared on webcam, sent me a mobile phone photo or talked to me on my phone within a day or so of saying hello and we met within a week of first contact - this is how REAL folk behave - even if the first meetings were a little quicker than some folk think normal.
Obviously, the reason this is frustrating is that because I found the 1 in a million (or 4 in 11,730) I have to stay on CM in case another miracle happens
Well, that’s all I need to say or you need to read, but, as I stated, fakes on CM fall into some clear groups so if you are bored you can continue to read:
The majority of profiles log in once or twice and vanish (signing up because they are thieves, bored, website links or have no real interest in BDSM)
I say this as my CM still shows 15 log-ins on the 26th August 2012 and about the same on the days before going back to at least the 17th, obviously none have logged in again or they would have been deleted
There is a core of about 200 profiles who seem to log in every day or so and use CM as a chat space. Some of these must be real but many are not
An example of one of these unreal is PETJULIE. Her profile says, and has said since I first saw it about 3 years ago, 20yrs old and wants to relocate but she has not found a single Dom yet, she shows the same image since joining and her profile has not changed since she joined, thus nothing of worth has happened in her bdsm life in 3 years, not even her age
Catorgories
1) a huge number with stupid names or dumb locations (ie: paul, johny, paulchanning, imknew, 3holeslutwhore, feedmeyourcum, DonaldMcHump, NYC, sadf sadf, Manchester City, Sheffield City etc) these are almost certainly foreign and not UK based
2) Those showing 'self images' that are obvious porn pix
3) Those showing blond, blue eyes goddesses who are visiting sisters in Nigeria
4) Those with totally blank profiles (probably fake or no real interest in being here)
5) Every profile that states, 'my friend recommended this site'
6) Those pathetic profiles declaring they are 'broken Dommes' (very few of these now)
7) Those with coloured text backgrounds or over large fonts - strangely nearly always fake and very like each other in style
8) Those that use stolen images so you see a profile image time and again on new profiles
9) Those that weigh 60lb and are 5ft 6 "whoops is this wrong?", they answer
10) Those profiles which have a full name (sarahkhan, susancollins) as the profile name
11) Those profiles that have about 30 lines of text but no paragraphs or breaks - caused by cut and paste insertion of details and not bothering to check the profile afterwards
12) Any profile of a 19yr old who says she has been a slave, along with her mum and sisters, to a black master for 5 years
13) Every profile that starts. 'am a ....' seems Africans don’t use ‘I’
14) A new, sad group of profiles saying they are 13 years old
15) Profiles set up by moronic males who name themselves after a photo they find on the net; for example a photo of a kneeling female with a butt plug gets a profile name of 'kneeingbuttplugfem'.
16) A strange group of profiles that somehow instantly reads your message, and I mean instantly, faster than you can check your sent mail folder
17) The half dozen first time log-ins from UK females after 2am (most weekdays)
18) Those sneeky profiles that seem to have just logged off as you log in (even if you were away from CM for only 5 minutes) and then never log back in
19) Any cunt who says 'hit me up' in the context of 'send me a message'
21) This is a group you may not accept: Any profile of a 'normal' female with a photo better than I could take (I am a semi pro tog), these are 99 times out of 100 stolen net pix.
22) There are a small number of profiles that try a little harder but are still prove to be unreal
These sad profiles will chat for 15 minutes, or a few messages, but as soon as asked for a picture or phone call to ‘confirm they are for real’ agree to do it then vanish.
As prove of this I spent 9 days nicely talking to two 'female subs' via CM messaging, both had 'normal looking photos, both in UK, one was experienced and one that said she was a novice (coincidence).
I had between 10 and 20 messages from them a day, talking about all aspects of bdsm with them always asking for details of ‘my experiences with other fems’ and then we started to make 'plans' about when we would meet.
On day 4 I first asked for another photo: I had promises to do it and then I got, 'I will buy a webcam tomorrow' comments, 'sorry forgot' comments, 'not alone so cannot do it now' comments and, obviously, ‘my mobile camera doesn’t have a camera’ comments.
I only asked once a day, during our messages, for a new photo or some form of contact and after 6 days one profile ceased to log in and has not signed on again and the other profile, after 9 days, no longer exists
There were also a number who belong to other groups that I make no comment about as I did not bother to read their details in full, these are
1) Those not looking for an 'other'
2) 'owned' females
3) lesbians
Amongst this wave of profiles there were some that stated they sought what I offered (age, experience, likes etc) so I wrote to them. I shall only comment on those that did not open my mail (around 250 sent since june 2012).
As I say, they have not opened my mail or checked my profile and when I go through these messages about once a month, I find about 10% of them went to profiles that are no longer there.
There is obviously a small number of real bdsm folk using CM, rather than or alongside FL, but these are the exception not the rule
Finally, more than happy for you to prove me wrong – that does not mean you saying you found a real nice bdsm buddy on CM (especially if never met and played with or seen them on cam) unless 12,000 of you want to say it obviously
A few examples of numbers deleted per day from the beginning of this research
Dommes: 283, 161, 58, 51, 49, 32, 31, 39, 32, 33, 24, 24, 24, 21, 18, 20, 15, 22, 18, 21, 34, 19, 16, 21, 22, 20, 18, 22, 15, 12, 22, 18, 13, 14, 13, 13, 17, 10, 18, 12, 10, 17, 16, 5, 16, 23, 10, 8, 13, 13, 15, 1, 7, 9, 10, 6, 9, 9, 16, 6, 6, 8, 17, 10, 11, 14, 10, 5, 13, 14, 11, 15, 9. etc
sub/switches: 482, 377, 136, 78, 76, 71, 52, 52, 57, 52, 48, 40, 34, 54, 44, 41, 38, 31, 35, 27, 48, 26, 33, 25, 20, 24, 20, 34, 31, 17, 35, 16, 17, 18, 26, 16, 18, 18, 20, 23, 24, 23, 21,24, 21, 12, 18, 31, 24, 24, 20, 15, 20, 18, 17, 15, 21, 21, 25, 9, 20, 32, 13, 9, 17, 17, 10, 17, 14, 23, 26, 11 etc
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My latest story, completed Winter 2012
Is your life really that empty?
Maybe the best words I have ever spoken
Is your life really that empty? That may be the best opening line since ‘.......I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal.’
In truth maybe not, but these words got me here, pressing keys on my pc’s keyboard about to tell my story.
A good opening line, true, although not a good place to start my tale, so where to begin? Who I am, where I was when I first saw her or the reason I spoke those words
Maybe to ground this thing would be best, I am male, a Dom, a sadist, not rich, not powerful, slightly artistic, getting to be older than I want to be living in a small suburb of a small city in the English Midlands.
It was a Tuesday, early afternoon and I was on a coach going to Nottingham to check out an art gallery to see if they would exhibit, or sell, some pieces of my work.
Don’t get all excited thinking I am a master painter or sculptor selling pieces for hundreds of thousands of pounds (yes pounds and not dollars) I sell my work for between £100 – 200 if I am lucky enough to find a buyer.
Anyway, I first saw the girl, woman, standing on the platform along with others, waiting for our coach to arrive and noticed her because she fell into that style of female I like, slim, simple hair style, makeup tending towards the Goth, in jeans, ankle boots and a soft leather jacket and no handbag – simple pleases me.
I am a good and sadistic Dom but I am no good at talking to females I do not know in vanilla situations so I took in her images, filed it under, ‘what a shame’ and then as the coach arrived I entered and walked to the back and sat down only to find she followed and sat in the seat in front of me on the other side of the isle.
As we pulled out of the station I saw her take out a book, find her place, about a third of the way through, and begin to read.
To say my mental image of her was shattered would be far too extreme but I was so disappointed in her. If she was vanilla it was such a pointless thing to read and if into my ‘lifestyle’ a really sad thing to read and I didn’t know which was worse.
I tried to ignore her. and the book. as the minutes ticked by, I watched houses and trees and cars pass by as we reached the dual carriageway joining the two cities and the coach built up speed.
I noticed all other passengers were seated nearer the front leaving at least seven rows of empty seats between us and them and I decided this was the universe telling me to do something – the universe seldom tells me to do things in case you were wondering.
I moved across the back seat until I was slightly to her left but still behind her and said in a normal speaking voice, not too loud, not too quiet, “Is your life really that empty?”
I accept this could be a very insulting thing to say to anyone especially a stranger on a bus but the words formed and so were spoken.
She lifted her head from the book but did not turn around, I could see her face from where I sat and her mouth turned down slightly, not in a frown but in a puzzled thoughtful way and lowering the book to her knees she said, “Why do you say that?”
“I am a Dom and a sadist”, I said although not sure why I was so truthful, “I don’t usually tell people as most do not understand.” I paused waiting to see what she would do or say.
“I see.” Was all she said, which didn’t give me any sort of clue or guide to what I should do or say next.
“The book does not relate to the real world of BDSM, most of us are so normal we are as boring as vanilla folk.” I saw a smile come to her face at this so continued, “It is only when we play that many of us diverge from the norm, but I suppose the same could be said of golfers or those that go tenpin bowling every week.” She laughed at this; thank god.
“How do you dominate people then, do you do it with men or woman or both?” She did not turn around as she spoke
“Before I answer that, have you tried anything in a fetish way; are you sub or Domme or both?”
“You would certainly call me vanilla I think. Everyone is reading the book so I thought I would too.” She paused for a heartbeat and then said, “I am not sure if I would like to submit to a man, I think I might giggle too much if I had to call someone Sir or Master.”
“There is much rubbish talked about BDSM, you do not need to call him Sir if that is not what you want, I have little interest in a female calling me sir unless it comes naturally to her at a time that seems correct to use it.”
“BDSM is like real life, it is not a video game, it merely has a few given rules that vary as much as any vanilla couple’s rules vary, that and blindfolds and restraints obviously”
“Something else I would not like until I trusted him enough.” She said and added “How to you write a contract?”
“I am a sadist, I like a little fear in my play, if you trusted me, or knew me too well, could you really be scared of me? I thought this was a statement too far and wondered if I was trying to sabotage this conversation. “There is even more bullshit talked about contracts. No contract is needed by 999 out of a 1000 couples. “I say ‘do you want to play’? You answer ‘I am new to this’, I say, ‘understood’. What more needs saying?”
I watched her face, and saw a small frown crease her brow, “Remember, you have the power to stop whatever is happening by simply saying a single word, it is easier to stop what is happening in a BDSM encounter than say trying to get rid of some half drunk moron in a nightclub who is likely not to take no for an answer. If I do something you do not like, it ends and the play stops, it is in the skill of the Dominant one to not make you say that word.”
“I don’t understand,” she said,” if you are dominant how could I stop you doing what you want especially if I am blindfolded or tied up?”
“Blindfolded, AND tied up” I said with a smile, “I said before, BDSM is real life, if you say the stop word and the dominant one continues that is assault, or as close to it as make no difference, BDSM does not give anyone the right to, umm, go too far”
The coach stopped and two elderly couples boarded and I watch with not a little ‘fear’ as they decided where to sit, the universe was still on my side and they sat side by side 5 rows in front of the girl.
We were well passed half way to the city and I didn’t know where the girl was going, the University of Nottingham Campus would be reached in 5 minutes or so and she could easily be a student there. So as the coach moved on I said.
“It is much easier to show you, show someone I mean, what happens in BDSM play than to describe it, just like if you were going on a first date in the vanilla world you go on it and see how things progress”.
She sat for a second and then put the book back in her pocket, “Thanks for the chat but I have to get off in a couple minutes.”
“Ok, I don’t usually talk like this on buses with cute females I don’t know so thank you for not running away screaming.” I reached into my pocket and took out my business card, “I am a body piercer so I have a card, if you are bored give me a ring and maybe I can answer some more questions or, if your curiosity gets stronger, I can show you my Domly skills.” I reached forward and placed the card on her left thigh, gently pressing card down before taking my hand away.
She looked at it before picking it up and putting it in her pocket, so I said “I have a normal house on a normal street, although I do have a play room of sorts with some interesting things to play on and with, so if you visit you do not have to walk though a dark wood to a haunted castle.”
She took this the way I hoped and laughing said, “That’s a relief, but this is my stop so bye”
“Have fun.” I said as she stood and I was very impressed, not sure why though, that as she got up and walked down the coach she didn’t look back to see who I was.
The coach stopped she got off and I thought I would not see her again and wondered if I should get off too but my commonsense won out and I sat still as we moved off. “One day I will remember to ask a females name” I said to the back of the seat in front of me and again thought ‘what a shame.’
“Good morrow.” Yes, I oft times answer the phone this way. It is Thursday at 7pm and I have been relaxing watching a video on tv.
“Hello.” A female voice replies. A silence follows which I do not interrupt wondering if this is another recorded message asking if I want to make a personal injury claim or some other tedious drivel. “I thought reality might be better than fiction.”
“Ah.” I am a sadist of few words but sometimes one has to be a little helpful, “That is easy to do, come to my home, knock on the door and then enter, all other decisions will be made for you from that point. If you wish things to stop simple say ‘Lucifer’ and I will stop whatever I am doing.
“You do like us to be scared don’t you, I thought we would be discussing what and how not simply being told to visit.”
“When you visit it will be a time of physical interactions, this will not be a time for you to serve me as a slave or for silly things like sitting at my feet waiting for permission to get up or speak.”
“Ok, I just come and that’s it, you don’t want to know more about me.”
“You are cute, you want to know more about submission and you called me. That is all I need, I told you before it is for me to play without making you want, or need, to stop me so all will be found out when you are here.”
“When can I come and should I wear something specific?
“What an entertaining fem you are, if free tonight come at 9 pm or come tomorrow at the same hour. As for clothes, if you wish to please then, as I am a male; heels, hold ups or stockings or bare legs, a thong, g- spring or nothing. Short skirt, not denim (hate denim), shirt with buttons and a skimpy bra or no bra. A coat may be wise as it is somewhat cold out.”
“You sound like you have said that before, I will see what I can do and tonight would be best in case I chicken out tomorrow.”
I gave her my address and added, “For your safety and to make you feel a little more relaxed, tell your best friend you are visiting me, say about piercing if that is easier, and tell them you will call when you arrive here too. You will be safe here but it is a wise thing to do to be careful.”
“I will see you tonight then, what should I call you,”
“I will be waiting, and for tonight you can call me Demon.” I clicked the end call icon on my mobile and laughed out loud, maybe not such a waste after all.
I never plan what I am going to do with a sub, that way leads to disappointment more times than not, so I sat and watched my video till a suitable time came for me to stop it. I have a small pack of dogs so I sent all of them to their beds and went upstairs to change.
I checked to see that my playroom was ready and laid out my toys on a rack then with 30minutes to go had a quick shower and dressed in my Domly garb.
I decided to start the evening off on a high pressure moment, to see how she reacted, so dressed in leather trousers, knee length New Rock boots, vest and full length leather coat, all in black, obviously. To complete the attire I had recently made some leather gloves and a full hood both, with spikes and piercings and these I put on before going downstairs.
I have a hallway leading from my front door to my kitchen with a turn to the right half way down leading to my staircase. At five to nine I turned out the light in the hall, darkness fell, I turned on the kitchen light, closing the door so only a thin sliver of light could be seen, and bought to life my cd player to beginning playing Metallica’s Black album.
I stood silently at the foot of my stairs, a still, dark shadow in the darkness, calmly wondering if she would come or not
What a good girl she was, just after the 2nd track, ‘Sad But True’, began there as a double tap on the door. I clenched my fists as a smile, which could not be stopped, came to my lips when the door opened and closed. I have a tiled floor and her heels, clicked nicely five times before she appeared looking ahead towards the light in front of her.
I stepped quickly forward making a short, high pitched hiss to encourage her to turn a little towards me. Her head turned and, I am sure, she caught a glimpse of a moving darkness just before my right hand clamped over her mouth and my left arm swung over her shoulder allowing my left hand to grip her right shoulder, pinning her closely to my body.
“You came.” I whispered in her ear.
Her body was shaking violently and I could feel her breath coming in short, sharp, warm pants against my fingers, “Good girl, now control your breathing and relax a little, I have you safe and sound.” And as I said this I used my right hand to brush her hair back over her ear and gently kissed it and, moving my head a little, I bit the lobe with just a little pressure from my teeth.
Even in her present shaken state, or maybe because of it, she let out a deep, long sigh and I felt her weight lean into me as she slumped slightly in my arms. A gentle kiss on her ear followed by words spoken so softly they were more felt than heard, “Clever girl, pleasure and pain, fear and ecstasy and yours to enjoy or stop with a single word.” It is wise to remind a novice of their safeword I find in case, in the excitement of the new, they forget.
My right hand moved slowly inside her coat, which was of a dark material and almost as long as mine. My fingers slipped between the buttons of her shirt to rest lightly on a shear and half cup bra. Her flesh was very warm and I pushed my index finger under the top of the material and rolled her nipple under it then, drawing back my nail, I scraped over the small budding flesh. Another sweet sigh came to my ears.
I thought one more experience, before going up stairs, so my hand left her breast and moved slowly up to her throat and then, with a strong push, I sent her to thud against the wall and tightened my grip.
In the darkness I saw her eyes open wide as she saw my hooded face for the first time, “sensations,” I said, “it can be all about sensations.”
"Upstairs, time to show you what the book could not.”
I released her and let her lead the way upstairs and into my playroom, the light was on dimmer so added a little dungeony atmosphere. I touched her shoulder to stop her then walked further into the room and sat on a chair facing her.
“Take off your coat.” I said.
I suppose it might be entertaining, and pleasing, to give a short description of the girl at this point.
As I mentioned she fell perfectly into what I consider appealing, 5ft 7inchs tall, give or take an inch, a size 8 (I know such things as I sell corsets too) with breasts that fit nicely into my hand. Her hair, this evening, was shoulder length, straight and black with, something like burgundy hints. Her face was perfect, as only teenager’s skin can be, without wrinkles or lines and wearing black eyeliner and dark red lipstick.
As she took off her coat, which was a deep purple, I saw she was wearing a red shirt with full sleeves, a soft cotton skirt of a darker red that came to mid thigh, black fishnets and black, ankle boots, maybe the same as on the first occasion I saw her.
“Hold-up’s or stockings? I asked, “show, don’t tell”
“You really don’t like small talk.” she said and lifted the hem of her skirt to show the lacy elasticated top of hold-ups.
“In case you do not know what these things are,” I waved my left hand to indicate my play furniture, “That is a St. Andrew’s Cross, a simple why to hold you safely, and securely, when being flogged; many like it this way, Dom and sub.
That is a spanking bench, you can lean against it or kneel on the lower cushion, also a nice height to fuck on. I have a pony, which Is easier to show you it use than explain; maybe if you visit again. And on the wall behind you there are many securing points if the cross is not wanted.”
“Come and kneel between my legs.” I said unzipping my coat and opening my knees. She did not move and looked a little uneasy, “Be a good girl and come here so I can put some cuffs on your wrists". Now she came forward and knelt down, sitting on her heels and placed her right hand on my thigh.
“A little show of defiance?” I asked and not waiting for an answer I put on a leather restraint. “These were the first things I ever made when I came to the Life.” When it was fastened she gave me her left hand for the other restraint.
“Close your eyes.” I said and then once they were shut I said, “Open your legs and put your hands behind your back.” Her skirt rose up and I could see pale skin above the fishnets. I reached down and gently pulled my nails along her inner thigh and then sat back to look at her.
“In a few moments I will use some of my toys on you, I will begin with a soft toy and use it gently but then I will change it and use another type of toy and change again and each change will mean more sensation until it brings pain and maybe ecstasy”
I picked up a blindfold and told her to open her eyes and come closer. Once it covered her pretty blue eyes I told her to give me her hand and to stand up.
“Take off your skirt and give it to me.” She pulled down the zip at her hip and climbed out of the skirt. She wore a thin red g-string which was mostly lace and very see though.
“Give me your right hand.” She did and I placed it on my left shoulder, “Now give me your right foot so I can add an ankle cuff. “Now your left.” Once the other restraint was on I ran my hand along the underside of her leg, over her hold-ups, across skin and gently touched the g-string with my d her foot off my knee and, standing up, lead her back to my flogging wall.
“As this is your first time I will let you keep your arms down by your side, I will still tie them as don’t want you covering yourself, but it is a little more comfortable this way. First though I need to do this.” I unbuttoned her shirt and took it off her compliant body. Her bra matched her g-string, cut low letting half a nipple show above both cups. I lifted out her left breast and sucked hard on her nipple pinching it between thumb and forefinger as I let it fall from my mouth, forcing a gasp of pain or pleasure from her lips.
I tied red rope to her left wrist restraint securing her hand about 6 inched from her side then did the same with her right wrist, then, before continuing and because she could no longer see me, I removed my hood and coat. I knelt in front of her and kissed her navel before tying a rope to her left ankle restraint and then her right, forcing her legs almost three feet apart
I sat back on my boot heels and looked at her, chest rising and falling quickly as she breathed in short, shallow breaths , one nipple, very pink, hard and resting over the top of red material and moving down to more red material, wet and slick as her body, and mind, responded to stimuli physical and mental.
“This is a suede flogger.” I said beginning to gentle swing it in a figure of eight so that its movement caused a breeze that caressed her skin; goosebumps appeared over her arms.
I took half a step closer and the 18 tails brushed against flesh creating delicate slapping sounds. Downwards over left breast then right breast, from shoulder to nipple then, with a slight change of action, from hip to navel, left then right with not too much force, letting the suede tails move across skin once or twice a second.
I took another half step increasing the speed of my swing and the impact now made a very nice sharp sound. An added bonus, for me anyway, was that her hidden nipple had been forced out by the flogging action and the tails hit each pink morsel on each pass of the flogger.
Her skin was turning pink so I stopped and, discarding my flogger, ran my hands over her gently creating marks with nails and feeling the warmth I had created.
I have a very sharp dagger, broad of blade and 12 inches long in my playroom, I unsheathed it and laid the cold blade on her left breast, a nice intake of breath was my reward. I moved the edge across her breasts and under the right strap of her bra. A quick upwards pull and the strap split in two, a reverse journey, with a little more pressure this time, ended in another strap cut through. I reached behind her to unclipped the strap and her head came forward to rest against my neck and I felt a gentle kiss alight there. The clip opened (yes I can do this one handed) and felt the bra fall to the floor.
“More.” Was the single word she breathed against my neck. “Obviously, little one.” Was my reply.
Three fingers of my right hand moved up quickly to slap the red material of her g string, ‘very wet indeed’ I thought as I stepped back and reached for my red and black 36tail flogger.
Now, as the multi tails hit, her muscles twitched and small panted sighs came from her lips. Heavy, thudding hits moved a breast with each contact and made a wonderful sound as they hit her flat stomach, only a couple minutes of this and her skin was red and she was dancing on her toes with each hit
I stopped and dropped the flogger into my play bag and stood still simply looking at her, I had a strong, and strange, urge to untie her and carry her to my bedroom and gently make love to her for she looked so innocent and young tied against my wall. I had an overwhelming desire to ‘comfort, no wrong word, worship her was much closer to the mark.
Her head tilted to the left, as though listening for me, and then said, “Demon: Sir, is everything alright?”
A slow smile returned to my lips and, stepping forward, slapped down hard on her left breast stinging the fingers of my hand. She cried out in pain and, no doubt, shock and her blind eyes looked down to her hurting flesh as her hand tried to reach up to ease the sensation
”All is just as it should be.” I said, “One more toy and then you can turn around for a time.”
I have two toys I call ‘little and big sister’, little sis is a whip flogger with a jointed tail section joining 12 shortish leather tails to the main body of the whip, very flicky and stingy; perfect for nipples and caressing g-strings with touches of fire.
Following the heavy beat from the music, heard and felt from downstairs, I flicked the tails at her legs, aiming just above her knees and, with a strong wrist action, moved the tails slowly upwards, hitting one leg then the other. I was tempted to aim at that small piece of red material but did not want to risk her stopping the play. I, therefore, moved outwards as I got higher and then continued moving towards her navel and up over her breasts. I was rewarded with many twitches, sighs and with seeing her hands clenching and unclenching.
I pushed this play as much as I dared, as I love the way this toy touches nipples with kisses of fire, so I watching her face and body intently looking for the moment when her strength, courage, tolerance or, god forbid, boredom got the better of her.
She was shaking her head from side to side, facing the heavens her mouth open sucking in air as though drowning so I slowed my swings and eased off the pressure until finally I stopped.
Throwing the toy in to my bag I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, after a moment I raked my nails down her back – sensation upon sensation without time to recover or relax into a lessened state of awareness
“If you do not want this just says no, other things can still continue.” I said and slipped 2 fingers under her g-string and into her wet, warm cunt.
She almost screamed as she thrust her hips forward on to my hand so, smiling, I thrust my fingers into her letting my palm thud into her clit.
I am a Dom, a sadist and I love to inflict pain but I do to like receiving it so I had an entertaining decision to make for, as my fingers continued to make her body shake and quiver, her mouth found my shoulder and her teeth found my flesh and she bit me as the orgasm I knew was coming racked her body.
I added a finger and speed and as she groaning breaths moved against my skin I almost forgot my tortured flesh until she cried out, releasing her hold on me, and as her body danced in uncontrolled spasms as waves of orgasm rippled through her the pain in my shoulder doubled up giving me an incentive to reinforce the speed and strength of my fingers lifting her onto her very toes.
“Oh god, stop please stop, for fuck sake stop, god oh god of god.” Such sweet words tripped continually from her gasping mouth, and like the good Dom I am I continued,
She had arched her back, a beautiful human sculpture curving from toe tip to crown of head resting on the wall with nipples pointing to the sky, I bent down and bit into her left nipple, teeth clamping hard, head pulling back and lips clamped to allow me to suck hard and long.
I felt a sudden explosion of hot wetness on my hand and she screamed in one long wild cry, second after second her scream continued as my fingers and teeth did their work, “Demon, Lord, Sir, please please stop.” she begged as the scream finally died.
I stopped my fingers movement but left them buried inside her, releasing her nipple I supported her weight with my left arm as she straightened up to rest against the wall behind her. My fingers rolled over each other in the warmth of her cunt as I slowly withdrew them.
“Open your mouth”, I said, “You have made a mess on my hand.” This she did and as I placed my fingers close to her lips her tongue came out and eagerly licked them clean of her unexpected reaction. “Good girl.“ I said as I watched her clean my hand.
“A slight rest, little one, then we will continue with more toys if you wish it.” I watched her face hoping she would not want to stop. She said nothing as her breathing slowed. I asked, “Would you like some cold water?” and with a slight nod of her head I said, "Stay still while I am gone, it will be only seconds but continue to rest against the wall, your legs may not want to obey you if asked to do more than stand still.”
On impulse I gentle kissed her lips, tasting her cunt on them, before leaving to run cold water into a glass, returning I let her sip for a few minutes until the glass was almost empty.
I placed my right hand against her cheek and let it travel over her skin to her shoulder then down her arm to reach the restraint. As I untied the rope I said, “I am not trying to break you, little one, I am not trying to release your hidden goddess or another other such sad drivel, I seek only to let you know yourself, your limits, your desires and allow you the freedom to enjoy and act on them.”
With the last rope untied and kneeling in front of her – I am worshipping again I thought to myself - I ran my hands up her legs and under the thin straps of her g-string and then slowly pulled them down her legs until she obediently lifted her right foot then her left to allow me to remove them.
I thought for a second or two, artistic considerations my only concern (sometimes my mind takes little detours) and then, making a decision, I removed her boots, ankle restraints then hold ups making sure my hands travelled slowly down her legs as I did so.
Naked, the first time is always so uniquely special, it is a shame how familiarity can diminish the beautiful sometimes - much too deep – maybe tis the fault of Metallica’s ‘Nothing Else Matters’ which is now playing.
No tattoos, no body piercings, (maybe I can add a piece of jewellery so she will never forget me) a tiny scar above her right knee, cunt, now swollen and pink, clean shaven, her skin red with a few subtle marks remaining from the flogging. Worshipping indeed, it is a good thing she wears a blindfold.
I stand and, taking her hand, pull her away from the wall, “Time to turn around,” I say, “Wait”
I leant a 10 foot piece of wood, 10 inches wide by 2inches thick, against the flogging wall where she had been standing and then placed her hand on it, “Lean on this, it will hold your weight do not worry. It is best if you rest your head on your hands as this get your arms away from the flogger’s tails”
I caressed her back with my nails, leaving swurlling marks in her skin, “I have 2 toys like the ones you have felt, then others that are more severe, twin tailed straps in leather and rubber and then whips and for your arse I have a couple paddles and a horse crop, You may be surprised how much you like your back being flogged but I would hate for your front to feel left out”
Resting my weight against the full length of her body, crushing her against the hard wood, I reached around to attach a butterfly clamp to her right nipple, she cried out a little which was pleasing, as it bit. I attached the other to her left nipple and said, “There is a chain between them, do not pull away from the wood or you will not enjoy the result.”
‘Big Sister’ is a flogger with 12 plaited, leather tails about 36inch in total length, I stood behind her and, again using the typical figure 8 action, began to touch her skin, very gently to start and at a slow speed too.
Building up speed and strength over a couple of minutes she began to make sweet music of sighs and little cries, the tails hit with delicious sharp sounds of their own as I began to punctuate the pattern of swings by sending much stronger whip like flicks at her arse, which, soon made her tense her muscles in anticipation of the next strike.
I laid this toy down and picked up my purple and black Cougar (a longer 12 tail leather cat with 4in leather thongs at each tail end). I began again using this new toy in the same place and in the same pattern but then moved to my left, continuing to hit as I moved.
Once I stood level with her shoulders, and about a stride from her, I changed the way I used the Cougar. I now brought it down in single strokes, striking from shoulder bone to shoulder bone and moving down her back to her arse using much more strength especially when connecting, horizontally, on her reddening arse cheeks.
I could see her face as I stuck, and with each hit her teeth bit into her bottom lip. I said, continuing to hit, “Your choice, 12 hard strokes to upper back or arse?” she did not reply for a couple of seconds so I added, “And then I will take the clamps of your nipples.”
“Bum” she replied so I hit her hard on her shoulders and said “Bum, what”
“Bum, Sir” she said quickly after a gasp
“I was expecting a ‘please’, but Sir will do.” And then added, “count them as I hit in case I forgot how many and have to start again.”
She did as was told and by the time she got to 12 her voice was shaking as the strikes had gotten harder, “Good girl,“ I said and throwing the Cougar onto my bag I rubbed her back running hands over slight welts in her skin. Standing behind her I kneeded her arse for half a minute to ease the sting and then moved to kneel by her head
“A new sensation now, what fun this will be.” I could see her face react as she tried to work out what I meant, “Your sweet, poor, tortured nipple hurt when the clamp went on but now is almost bearable. But when I take it off, new blood with rush back in, nerves will awaken and you will have an experience to file away and fear the next time. Rubbing it will greatly ease the pain but do not rub it until I say you can.”
I held the clamp and because i am a sadist I twisted it first with a gentle tug, she squealed loudly, “Sorry little I just wanted to make sure you remember my words.” I pushed and the clamp opens, her nipple sticking to it for a second before coming free.
Hr mouth opened and she sucked air in in gasps as the pain returned to her pink flesh, It was still flattened from the clamps pressure and i waited for a count of 5 then aid, “You may rub it now.”
Quickly her right hand reached under her and he caressed her breast and nipple, A most rewarding sight. I let this go on for a short time still holding the removed clamp.
“Now then, time to repeat this joy. You get a choice.” I released my hold on the removed clamp and it swung down freely to tug gently on her other nipple, another squeal; being a sadist is fun indeed.
“You can give me a reward, for all my kind attention, and rub your nipple straight away or you must count 60 seconds before I let you rub after it comes off.”
In a most sweet and quiet voice she asked, What reward, Sir?”
I stood and stepped slightly forward so my leather trousers just touched her upper arm, ”You can open your mouth.”
“i don’t think I can count to 60, Sir, so the reward is wiser.” I noticed she was smiling and as I pulled down my zip I said, “I must be doing something wrong if you are still smiling. Open.”
I slipped my prick into her hot mouth and, leaning over her, put my left hand between her shoulder blades ready to release the remaining clamp. I turned my eyes back as her head began to move and I felt her suck and bite on my, most entertained, cock. “Let me know when you want the clamp off and I will quickly remove it for you to ease the pain”.
Her left hand had found its way between my legs and was holding my left thigh, gently pulling me towards her in time with her head movements. Her right hand she pulled back and laid, palm up, on her back, I thought, so I had easy access to the remaining clamp.
After a very pleasing minute or two she took her mouth off me and said ‘now’ and returned to my ‘reward’. Reaching over I pressed in the clamp and pulled it off and dropped them to the floor. I heard, and felt on my prick, her squeal as she sucked harder on me taking my prick to the back of her throat, her left hand pulling me in and held me there but her right hand did not leave her back.
Her squeal became a mauling sound as her body began to shiver and only after about 30 seconds did her right hand finally move and I saw her massaging her right breast.
I may be a Dom and a sadist but this sight, with this ‘attention, was too much (I am a male) so I pulled myself from her mouth and looked at the ceiling for a few seconds
This only just did its purpose as once my prick was out of her mouth the sounds she now made, as her orgasm came and diminished, could have deflowered a priest.
Fighting an almost overpowering desire to put my prick back in to her, anywhere in her, I finally put it back in my trousers and pulled up my zip – will power, such a pain in the arse at times.
I went to my bag and found my leg spreader, a 10mm bar of mild steel I had fashioned a few years before in the heat of a furnace - not unlike the forging of a new submissive I thought to myself.
I found myself kneeling at her feet again as I replaced her ankle restraints and then secured these to the spreader bar, forcing her legs 30 inches apart. I made the mistake of looking up, and the sight of her open and inviting cunt almost made me change my mind about where I had put my prick.
There is a metal securing bolt at the top of the plank of wood so moving to stand by her head I took her hands and tied them to it so she was stretched along the wood’s length.
“The toys from now on will be much more intense?” I said. “I will use each for a minute or so but with each change they will get a little harsher. You already have pretty marks on your skin but these toys will leave better ones, that will last for a few days, shall I begin?”
“Yes, My Demon.” she whispered and I saw her grip the ropes that tied her hands.
I take a red and black leather flog with twin, 8 inch, tails and began it strike her back, moving around her, watching her muscles twitch as the stinging leather hit, from neck to arse, leaving growing welts on her skin.
I hit with a constant strength as I moved from her left side to her right and back again until I was back at my starting position where I took a step closer to her and, reaching, sent the tails around her ribs to contact with her softly hanging breast. Her back arched and she screamed in a short feral explosion.
I dropped the flogger and, as she clenched her teeth, grabbed the hurt breast and squeezed it in my fist, “If you are expecting one thing the unexpected is so much better.” I said changing my hold on her flesh and rolling the nipple between thumb and finger.
I saw a tear appear under her blindfold so asked, “Do I continue, you remember the word to end this?”
I could see her think and then she said, “I remember but I don’t know, I think, I think I want to say stop.”
“ok, I will continue with a different sensation, use the word when you know you are sure about ending things.”
I untied her hands, along with one end of the spreader bar then said, helping her stand up, “I just need you to turn around and lay back on the wood.”
She was a little shaky as she stood so putting my arm around her I held her tight. As I did this her head lifted up so I kissed her and was pleasantly surprised as her tongue forced its way into my mouth. The kiss continued and my hand found its way between her legs and a single finger entered her gently slipping in and out as she lifted her left leg to give me easier excess.
“Enough.” I said removing my finger and mouth from her body, I helped her back onto the sloping wood and again tied her hands high above her head, to the securing bolt, I then secured the spreader bar between the ankle restraints under the wood. The bar has a loop at midpoint and to this I tied a length of rope, the other end I tied to the flogging wall, pulling her feet back under her arse and lifting her cunt high as her hips where pulled wide by the width of the plank.
I sat on the chair I had used earlier and took off my boots and then trousers. I found a condom and with a little concentration, put it on then selected a horse crop, which had two short leather tails about 2 inches long, and moved to stand at the foot of the wood plank.
With small, sharp movements of my wrist I sent the tails across her nipples, first one then the other, hitting 10 or 12 times in a staccato rythym then changing the target to hit once between her legs, on soft pink lips which stood, unexpectantly, open. I repeated this 3 or 4 times until I judged I had risked enough and she had had enough.
I moved to stand by her side and, while I stroked her body from nipple to inner thigh, I whispered in her ear, “Some do not think fucking is part of BDSM so I shall ask if you wished to be fucked before I do it as part of this experience.”
“Yes, Sir.” She said with a small smile. “or, Yes please if you prefer.”
I lifted my right leg over the plank so my prick was an inch or two from her and said, “Do not be cheeky, little one, you are still tied and just because I will be fucking you does not mean it will be the only sensation you will have”.
I inched forward and, pressing down on the end of my prick with the crop, slowly moved inside her and like a good girl she pushed herself deeper onto me. I stood still, prick buried in warmth, and using the crop’s leather tails, drew sensual trails across her skin from nipple to nipple to navel to clit and back again.
Within a minute she raised her hands to my hips as she began to move on my prick, drawing herself off and then pushing down to rub her clit against my groin as I stood immobile. Her breathing began to get faster and, as her nails began to dig in, I saw the growing need she had for me to move inside her.
Realising the moment had arrived I rested the crop across her belly and, putting a hand on each of her breasts, leaned down to kiss her ear. My full weight was pressing down on her, crushing nipples against ribs through the flesh of her breasts. I thrust into her, my movement adding more pressure and pain, caused her to groan loudly, “I will fuck you for as long as you stand the pain.” I whispered and, pushing myself up on to straight arms, continued to fuck her going as deep and fast as her mirroring movements allowed.
My breathing was becoming fast as she placed her hands over mine and I saw her dig her nails deep into the soft flesh of her breasts between my fingers, ‘that is unexpected’ I thought to myself and took my left hand away to see what she would do.
Her hands squeezed and twisted her flesh, raking her nails across her erect nipple leaving lines as red as those I had given from my flogging.
“Harder.” A single word, she said, between gasping breathes as she reached for my left hand
Making my hands into fists I pressed my knuckles into her breasts as her hands returned to my hips.
I fucked and forced my weight onto her as a building pain built in my hips under her hands, looking down I saw a bright red drop of blood on my skin, red lines, from this dear girl’s nails, mirroring her own marks; a small price to pay
I did not think I would be able to make her cum, or decide to stop this pain, before I came but suddenly her head thrashed from side to side and the raking of my skin stopped. She made no sound, did not breathe as her fingers spread wide and muscles moved in slow waves under the tight skin of her stomach.
I came a second later and, fighting the mix of pain and pleasure in the tip of my prick, continued to thrust into her until her movements calmed down.
A second’s pause, heart pounding, breathing trying to fill my lungs, vision clearing from an unnoticed unfocused gaze, I stand and let my prick die a little inside her.
I grasped the wood plank on either side of her neck and, leaning down, kiss her lightly on the lips. I gently removed the blindfold and threw it onto the floor.
Her eyes remain closed as I pushed myself up to stand looking down at her – fuck she was beautiful.
Her eyes opened slightly, they shine, a small smile comes to her lips and letting her arms fall to her side she closes her eyes again as the smile grows bigger.
Sadly, oh so very sadly, I pull myself out of her and stepping over the wooden plank sit down on the chair because my legs are shaking in a most entertaining fashion.
We stayed like that for about 5 minutes, her smiles, fading then bursting out bigger than before as the minutes pass.
I pulled on my trousers, discarding the condom into a bin, but remained barefooted as I moved to her shackled feet. I knelt down - I seemed to always be on my knees in front of her – and unbuckled the nearest restraint. Reaching under the plank I finally managed to unbuckle the other and, as if by magic, found myself within reach of her glistening cunt.
Like the nice Dom I am I lowered my head and, after one long, slow lick, bit gently into her soft pick lips, she tasted sweet, naturally and with a hint of strawberry from my used condom.
After a few seconds I stood going to her side to help her stand but as I got close she reached out and put the fingers of her left hand in to my unzipped trousers. I stopped and she pulled out my prick and, with a gentle tug, she led me back to her mouth, slow and gentle this time she held me with soft licks and sucks.
With eyes closed, her right hand moved slowly to go between her legs, with slow strokes, she put two fingers inside her.
I am old, but luckily not that old, for as I watched and felt her actions my prick came back to life. I took in what she was doing and let myself react as my body wished with no attempt at self control.
With a full prick in her mouth her fingers moved faster and, again, erotic moans began to come from her mouth vibrating on my shaft.
“I am going to cum.” I said giving her time to withdraw her mouth, if she wished, but she sucked as before and her fingers gained speed and strength adding wet sounds to my already stimulated senses.
I had to grab, with equal strength and need, the plank for balance and her hair to pull her on to me as I came in four strong spasms. She sucked, swallowed and bit as I came and I could not stop a cry cascade from my lips which went, something like, ”fffuuucckkkking jeeeeeeesus fucking Christ” as I tried to pierce the back of her skull with my softening prick.
As I died again, this time in her mouth, she gently sucked and licked until after a minute or so she took her mouth away, looked up at me and said with a smile, “Hello, Demon, my name’s Amy.”
The End - i think?
With unending thanks to Clara, Jess and Jen who between them created this story with their bodies, screams and sighs
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A verse I wrote created from a conversation I had with A fem domme
My books are the marks on your skin as I play
My dvds are your muscle twitches that dance
My music your sighs, and cries, as I touch with kisses of fire
That touch makes you lose your mind
My taunts change the weak girl into a strong sub
The glint in my eye fills you with an eagerness to please
For I am as constant, pure, cold and loving as a God.
I AM DOM
I am merciful, I give pain
These are the elements that inflame undreamt of submission
My domination transforms pain into devotion, into worship
The knowledge that you are owned burns to the core
I own, manipulate, crush and build.
I enrapture
I pry open your hidden self and give peace
I show the path and watch as you struggle to take it
I shall alight my lips on your skin and you will be reborn
I give you life afresh
Your history, your future, your now, all reside in ME
I give you freedom. You obey to belong
