sannio12

Yule 2013- I have been playing with this scene in my mind for a while. Filling it out, giving it life. I hope you find it interesting.

We have met at that little coffee shop I love. We allow our other senses to become part of the decision of whether to play or not to play. We chat, like the rest of the unsuspecting world around us. The sheep have no idea the discussion we are having or the by-play involved. He is attempting to already push my buttons for a spanking. I can see it in his face, his eyes, the emotions that cross and pass through him. So clueless. This isn't about a power play. This is about compatibility. Do I feel safe playing with him. Will I play with him. I check that inner voice that asks all the right safety questions. We decide to play. The ground rules are set, location and time as well.

I arrive at your location 30 minutes early. You answer the door. You greet me with a puzzled look on your face. I put my finger to my lips. I don't touch you because you haven't bathed. I hand you a note. Dawning shines on your face. You show me to the things listed in the note. I begin to set up. You leave as indicated.

I place a note on the door to await your return. You return and I can see the excitement on your face. I feel the energy of anticipation radiating from your body. You have read the note and proceed to take a bath with the toiletries I have prepared for you.

You come into the living room as described and assume the position as indicated. You skin is flush from excitement and scrubbing. Attempting to please me by being clean. I begin the inspection. I walk behind you. Run a hand possessively across your shoulders and back. You hear me doing something however you are unsure. I touch you again, now with gloves on. I tell you to grab your ankles and lift your ass. I want to make sure you are clean for my toys. I can't have a dirty boy using my clean toys. You comply with the demand. I deem that you are clean to my satisfaction. I tell you to stand and hand you a blind fold then tell you to bend over again. You comply with my requests. Curiosity playing across your face.

You hear a tinkling noise. You want to look. You think there would be no harm if I moved the blindfold just enough to see Mistress. You want to know what I am doing. The suspense is driving you mad. Damm! You are caught. Rather than punishing you as you expect, I smile and continue with what I am doing. You see me pick up a glass of water. I tell you to cover you eyes again and that I should not have to say anything regarding the blind fold.

You hear the clinking noise again and realize it is the ice in the glass making the noise. I take one of the ice cubes and shove it up your ass that is up turned. You gasp. You didn't suspect that I would do that. I tell you to stand up. You comply.

I walk towards your front. The gloves have been removed. I touch you across the chest. You shiver every so slightly. You lean into my touch, craving more. I stroke you body, gently, softly, just the merest touch of my fingers creates goose bumps on your flesh. I continue until you flesh is so sensitive that you gasp at the slightest touch.

I walk back to my toys. I choose something for your now over sensitive nipples. Oh yes, those nipples that are standing firm and erect. Just by blowing on them makes them bead up even harder and leaves you beginning to thrust your hips in the air attempting to communicate you desire attention to that hard shaft that is just starting to pearl fluid. I reward your control by placing 2 clothespins threaded together, one on each nipple. You groan loudly in shock at the pain I have created. You attempt to pull away. I hold firmly to your hair. I flick the pins, you try to catch your breath.

I grab your cock. You lean into my hand showing me how much you desire I do more that just hold it.

I produce a tracing wheel. I use that on your cock, you moan at the pleasure it provides. That line between sensual and pain. You make a request to ask a question. You ask if I will be spanking you ass. Instead of spanking I caress your ass and balls at the same time. You tremble under my hands. I flick your nipple while blowing on it. I elicit a gasp from your mouth. Your balls are nice and tight against your body. I tell you to spread you legs wider. I spank not your ass but your balls. Gently at first then harder until they are pink. Your head is reeling between the pain and pleasure. Plus you want to bury your cock so deep into me you can think of little else.

The endorphin's begin to kick in. You feel amazing, free, floating, and yet incomplete. You crave that orgasm. You don't know how long you can hold out. I swat you ass with a paddle one time very hard. You are forced to catch yourself because of the force of that swat. You come back to this realm just a little. Frustrated now because you want to go back.

I remove the clothespins and begin to play with your nipples. You call out Yellow. I think,, hmm,, tapping out so soon. Alright let just see how he does with this. I begin to play with your cock, I bring you to that edge only to deny you again and again. I go back to your nipples, they are safe now to play with. I make them sensitive all over again. You want to come so badly that tears are beginning to form at the edges of your eyes. I see this and smile. His own frustration is breaking him down, making him puddle in his own flesh. I notice the clock on the wall and realize how long I have kept you from release.

I grant you a release purely because of medical reasons. You scream, tremble, call out my name, all the while you cum and cum. Your body shaking, your hips pumping air. You cum again on the heels of the first orgasm. You collapse to your knees. You legs no longer able to support you. I gently guide you to the floor so you can lay down. I remove the blind fold. You blink, smile. That lazy, all encompassing I so got laid smile. I cover you with a blanket so you can stay warm. You feel bereft, you wanted to cuddle. I clean my toys and pack them up. You tell me that was awesome, some of the best session you have ever had and when can I do it again. I smile, pleased that you enjoyed the session. I leave without answering your question.

November 2013 - You are on hands and knees scrubbing my kitchen floor. You are clothed in my collar that I allow you to wear. This is your reward for your control. You please me. The pain of your control takes you to your secret place. I place where although I cannot touch, I send you there with my care. You close your eyes briefly, reveling in the delicious space of the endorphin rush. You want to stay just a little bit longer. I notice you stopped scrubbing and are enjoying that juicy rush. I pull your head back to demand you have eyes on me. As I look into your eyes they are a little glazed over, mind still there in that secret place. I slap your already pink ass and the pain brings you back just a little bit to this reality. You Thank Me. Realizing you were stealing precious moments in your secret place. You complete the chore.

I notice you are soft again. I make you hard. Send you soaring higher. Today I reward your service to me by allowing you to massage my body. You take great care, noticing where my points of stress on my body are located. You see that my eyes are closed and I am enjoying the relaxation techniques. You have a naughty though cross your mind. 'what would it be like to touch Mistress'. Do you proceed with the touch or do you ask for permission?

Samhain 2013 - Well my search for a Dom was fruitful however his addictions got the better of him and he is now living in another part of the country. So that now leaves me open to other things. What do I want.... hmm.. stimulating conversation a must. A pleasant view that feeds the minds fantasy of delicious images, that is always nice. Honesty in know what you want, absolutely. Boundaries are always good. Can I rock your world? Yes.. the bigger question is can you rock mine? We shall see.

Solstice 07 - My search for a Dom to assist in exploration of my submissive side has proven fruitful. For all who believe this site is a waste of their time. You are impatient. I say this because I found my Dom on this site. For those who believe in reincarnation, We have been together several times before and immediately "clicked". Currently, I am not accepting inquiries or applications for sub/slaves. If you would like to pursue chat or email communication, I would possibly be open to that forum. I will always entertain inquiries from Dom/Domme's who wish to discuss the lifestyle. I will from time to time update either my journal or profile with either additional scenes or progress notes. Until then Happy Solstice.


Another Scene – Let's see if this one makes you want more.
You are standing painfully aroused. Throbbing. Almost begging for release. Your ass is a pretty pink color.