The discussion was over.  The negotiations made. The ground rules were set.  They were simple enough......
There would be no mercy.
There would be tears.

It was time.

i found myself jittery with anticipation as i bathed.  Taking time to cleanse completely and lightly scenting my skin with rose oil.  As i descended the stairs to the dungeon my senses heightened all the more. 

i was aware of the rush of the air conditioner, the cold air washing over my skin and bidding my already taut nipples to stretch even more. 

The heat of my sex a sharp contrast to the cold room.  A blush sweeping up my chest and coming to rest upon my cheeks as i become very aware of my arousal.  The proof of which glistening upon bare lips. 

Quietly i kneel beside the door, muscled thighs spread widely, hands clasped behind my back, heaving chest thrust forward.  Erect nipples like juicy cherries atop a sundae.  Sparkling emerald eyes downcast but head held high, the sound of my own racing heart filling my ears.

The cold steel chain attached to my collar rests lightly against my heated sex and i struggle to remain still. 

Silently, obediently i await my fate.....

The door creaks and my breath hitches, heavy footfalls upon the stair.  The most animalistic parts of me become fully aware of His presence.  The footfalls stop and sparkling eyes flicker upward briefly catching His.  The gentle and kind creature has gone and in His place resides the Beast.  His eyes are cold and calculating, He is a giant to this small kneeling girl before Him. 

i realize an instant to late my error.  His hand is sharp upon my cheek, my head snaps to the side and my eyes tear.  His voice commanding:  "Did i say you could look at me, girl?" 

my reply scarce a whisper:  "No, Sir." 

A growl:  "You will pay for that"

i know that i will and despite myself a grin tugs at my lips.

In a whirl He has snatched my leash and i am crawling behind Him. 

Abruptly, He stops.  i rock back and rest quietly upon my heels.  my mind races, wondering what is in store.  my swollen lips tingle, thighs jump in anticipation of what will come. 

Mercilessly, He yanks my chain and i am on my feet.  His strong rough hands grasping my hands and attaching them high above my head.  Then my legs jerked apart ankles attached to bolts in the floor.  i struggle to keep my balance as He adjusts my restraints ensuring that i come to rest stretched fully, balancing upon tip-toe. 

He comes to face me.  His eyes glitter mischeviously as He grabs my face, His nails digging into my cheeks.  i moan softly.  He chuckles, dangerously amiably saying:  "you're a pretty little whore." 

Despite myself i grin when He turns from me.  He finds the remote and we are bathed in the sounds of Ramestein.  The heavy beat bringing my breathing in time with it.  He passes my field of vision again and then He is gone. 

my world becomes dark as a blindfold covers my eyes.   Then my nipples scream as a set of toothed clamps bite savagely into my tender flesh, i bite back a yelp as He tugs them to make sure they are attached securely.  i squirm as His nails rake down my spine. 

Again His words echo in my mind over and over....no mercy no mercy no mercy.  my hips buck and my juices drip down my thighs. He has scarce touched me and i am near the point of orgasm. 

Abruptly, i feel His finger pressing against my ass.  i whimper softly as it enters me.  Then it is gone and just as quickly another sensation, a plug pressing against my tiny back passage.  Unexpectedly there is heat, searing as it is pressed inside me.  The pain is deep, i squirm and whimper but He doesn't stop.  Firmly, He wraps a hand in my hair pulling my head back.  i cannot move and still He pushes.  my ass gives way slowly as the toy seats itself fully inside me.  my pussy clenches, my body trembles and again He is gone. 

i yelp in suprise as the cracker of a whip slices at my shoulder, the crack barely audible over the pulsing music.  Then again and again it falls.  The pain is exquisite, my cries for release landing upon deaf ears. 

Then as quickly as it began it stops.  Minutes stretch into days and i wonder if He has left. 

Then i am nearly taken off my feet as a thick oak paddle finds my tender ass.  The impact driving the plug deeper.  He slips the edge of the paddle between my thighs it's rim slipping between my swollen lips.  Its edge bumping into then passing over my clit.  i press my hips down, trapping my tender folds between bone and wood.  His voice gruff in my ear, a sadistic teasing tone:  "Youre a dirty little slut....already dripping all over." 

my cheeks flame at His words.  Then in a hale the blows rain down.  Mercilessly i am paddled.  Tears spring from my eyes, the pain and pleasure coursing through me.  i am grateful for my binds holding me as i know surely that i would be a heap on the floor without them. 

One more swat, this one landing firmly between my legs.  No longer can i hold back and my body quivers and bucks in orgasm....my screams lost in the music.  His free hand grasps my ass in His hands, His nails bite into the inflamed flesh.  He growls something in my ear, but i don't hear it...i have gone and am flying on the waves of sensation. 

The pain is gone, washed into pleasure.  Now there is only sensation and heat.  i am vaguely aware that He has taken a cane to my backside.  All know is that the heat and waves of pleasure rush through me, heightened with each strike. 

i have no idea how long this goes on.  my muscles scream and jump my body taut and stretched rocking with each falling blow.  i am in heaven.  It has been far too long since i have been here. 

The teeth that had been biting into my nipples release and i am wracked with orgasm again, His hands slap my tender breasts as orgasm rolls through me. 

Then, seemingly impossibly gently His thumbs brush over them, the sharp contrast sends me spiralling again. 

In a wash of movement, the fucking machine is positioned between my thighs and my hands are released.  i melt down onto my the seat of the machine on my chest.  my head expertly cradled and coming to rest in His lap.  There is a rustling and the whirring grind of the machine an instant before it penetrates my soaking pussy.  Swiftly stretching my tight opening. i ride the waves of sensation as i am skewered.  He gently strokes my face, my moans filling the now quiet room as the machine grinds into me. 

again and again i give myself over to the sensation until i collapse, gasping and spent. 

The machine is turned off and instinctively i curl completely into His lap.  The blindfold is slipped from my eyes.  When i look to Him, my vision still blurry, the kindness is back and my throat hitches.  His thumb brushes over my quivering lips and He whispers:  "Good girl".

For the final time i lose it.  Tears course down my cheeks, tears of release, tears of happiness, tears of pain and sorrow all flow from me. 

Everything that has happened comes out in those tears and i am cleansed.  The little girl in me doesn't have to be afraid anymore, the mother in me can begin to heal and the slavegirl is sated.

Time slips and my hitching sobs subside.  Quietly and tenderly, a sharp contrast to the man whom i greeted at the door,  He attends my wounds and removes the plug from inside me.  i cling to Him and He is there. 

When i am able we move back upstairs, we sit together, sometimes talking sometimes silent.   i feel centered again.  He snaps a few photos and we part ways. 

And still i float........

Sorrow is sometimes a refuge for those who hastily speak words of evasion. The truly sorry find their home in houses built with the bricks of guilt, and sometimes they themselves are the architects. Have you passed through these doors? The morter runs slow, the concrete settles, be careful not to let this foundation harden. What we believe is discovered and not chosen. "Only do, there is no try." i find beauty in rising suns where heaven and earth become undiscerned, where still waters become as mirrors inspiring introspection and slowing pulses. i find beauty in rolling fields where lonely dogs salvage bones and maybe a friend. The beauty in pain. The beauty in nonsense. 1+1=5. What is real about the real world? i find only facts constructed from the remnants of desolation with fear as their inspiration. i live guided by silent sounds telling me i'll be okay. The living dead come to me at night with two intentions, one to seek the other to destroy. i see their guarded duality and i am compelled to reach out my hand. When it is returned to me i find only a bloody stump with their teeth clinging to my sacrifice. i am a mirror and i am lonely. Will they return? Hopefully in time. When they do i'll greet them the same as before and know what was lost will be returned to me. Mummified in my own fear, with haste i begin the unraveling. i find i can only go so far. Stabbing knives draw lines in the sand daring me to cross, i find i'm to weak. You who have ears to hear, are you listening? Jumping the gun where no bullet is found, rumors fester into facts. Undaunted i run to meet you half way. Find me where i am.

Friend

Whisper a smile for me

To keep within my heart

So i may always have it

When the pain and teardrops start

Dance a dance for me

A waltz so i can move slowly

Memories soon turn to stone

When there is no one there to hold me

A happy little tune

A musical to play as i watch my life

Slowly slipping by

Cast me a life line

When you see i’m bout to drown

And when its all said and done

When my heart can break no more

Send me a ray of sunshine

To replace my silent frown

Wasted Youth

She glanced in the mirror at her reflection

And what she found there was far from perfection

She looked at the nose she considered too long

She looked at the lips that appeared all wrong

Her eyes were too tiny

Her lashes too thin

Her nose was too flat

And too rounded her chin

She hated her skintype

Her forehead

Her hair

She hated her looks

And thought life unfair

The days turned to months

And months turned to years

Girl turned to woman

With new worries and fears

The woman grew older as time wondered by

Her skin became wrinkled

Her hands became dry

Now an old photo shes holding

She looks at the face

That is before her unfolding

She looks at the pretty brown eyes

So full of light

And wishes them back with all of her might

She looks at the radiant smile

She hated

And the beautiful glow of her skin

That’s now faded

Beautiful colour rich

Hair she once had

Has now turned silver

And makes her so sad

She put her head down

And started to cry

With beauty like that

How could life

Pass her by?

Dear Santa,

My 7-year-old boy scribbled out his Christmas list. It's there by the fireplace. The Coke and chocolates are from him, in case you're hungry. You know 7-year-olds these days. The Cheez-Its are from me.

Santa, if you don't mind, I thought I'd go ahead and leave my list, too. It's long, but do what you can.

Santa, let my little boy grow up still believing that he has the funniest mom in the neighborhood.

Give him many close friends, both boys and girls. May they fill his days with adventure, security and dirty fingernails.

Leave me some magic dust that will keep him just the size he is right now. I'd just as soon he stayed 7 years old and freckle faced forever.

If he must grow up, Santa, make sure he still wants to sit on my lap at bedtime and read The Frog and Toad Together.

If you can help it, Santa, never let him be sent into war.  I love our country, but I love my little boy more.

Let the house always be filled with slamming doors and toilet seats, which are the official sounds of little boys.

Break it to him gently, Santa, that his mama won't always be able to carry him to bed at night or help him brush his teeth. Teach him courage in the face of such change.

Let him understand that no matter how nice you are to everyone, the world will sometimes break your heart. As you know, Santa, a child's feelings are as fragile as moth wings.

Let him become a piano player, a soccer star or a clergyman. Or all three. Anything but a politician.

Give him a hunger for books, music and geography. May he be the first kid in 2^nd grade to be able to find Madagascar on a map.

The kid's a born artist, Santa, so send more crayons. May the kitchen window and refrigerator doors be ever plastered with his sketches of surreal rainbows and horses with big ears.

Steer him oh so carefully to that little girl destined to be his bride. Let his mama still be around when he walks her down the aisle. If there is a just God, let her daddy be obscenely rich.

Grant him a heart that will cherish what I did right, and forgive me for the mistakes I surely have made over a lifetime of raising him.

Let him not hold it against me that he was born with my chin and his daddy’s ears. Time will teach him that these are the Fate’s  ways of girding him for life's adversities.

Hold him steady on the day he learns the truth about you and the Easter Bunny. May he take the news better than I did.

Let him always see his father as a hero and love him for it even though his father does neither.

While you're flying around the heavens, Santa, make sure the Fates have heard my prayer for this child:
Lead my little boy down a path that is all his own; make his heart strong and true.

Be careful out there, Santa. And close the flue on your way up.

Why do i find the following quote to be so seductive? And is it wrong to think so? Some would argue it is, but i think the thoughts have never been better framed than by Anais Nin. And it's exactly how i feel. Do you think i'm wrong?:

"I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don't mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling to all that I am capable of doing but I am going to be pursued, f*ck*d, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding."
~ Anais Nin

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live.  So as she was getting her things in order she contacted her Rabbi and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishs

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in

Everything was in order and the Rabbi was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her

“There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly

“What’s that?” came the Rabbi’s reply.

“This is very important,” the young woman continued.  “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”

The Rabbi stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.  “That surprises you doesn’t it?”  the young woman asked.

 “Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the Rabbi.

The young woman explained.  “My grandmother once told me this story and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement.”

“In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’  It was my favourite part because I knew that something better was coming….like velvety chocolate cake or deep dish apple pie.  Something wonderful, and with substance.”

“So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, “Whats with the fork?”  Then I want you to tell them:  “Keep your fork….the best is yet to come.”

The Rabbi’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye.  He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death.  But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of the Afterlife than he did.  She had a better grasp of what it will be like to be free of the constraints of the body than people twice her age.

She KNEW that something better was coming.  At the funeral people were walking by the young woman’s casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand.  Over and over, the Rabbi heard the question.

“What’s with the fork?”  And over and over he smiled

During his message, the Rabbi told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died.  He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.  He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right.  So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.  Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.  They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.  They lend and ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.  Show your friends and family how much you care.  Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share….being friends with someone is not an opportunity it is a sweet responsibility.

And remember……..keep your fork.

There are so many things in life that make us happy and cause us to learn and grow.  Below is a list of the things i am thankful for.........i encourage comments on what everyone else is thankful for this holiday season............

I am grateful for…..

Having a makeshift family created out of friends, and pets.

Cheese in a can.

Scented candles

Pumpkin pie

Mountain dew

Animals….especially the cute baby ones

Whoever came up with the idea of eternal hope.

Target

The Iggy button…..wishing i had a r/t iggy button too

My inner child ... for pretty much running the show.

Waking up in the morning with the sun spilling across my pillows

Fat pants

Earrings….hoopie, dangly, sparkly…..they are all just fun

My son

A house full of laughter

80-year-old married couples that still hold hands

Stuffed animals

The quiet moments before dawn where everything is still right with the world

Braids

Warm fuzzy blankets

Being able to give to those who need help

Belly rubbins

The smile of a stranger

Horseback rides at sunrise

Big fluffy snowflakes

Deer tracks

Warm snuggly fireplaces

Text messaging *giggles*

Tickles………getting and giving

Being allowed to ask endless questions

Getting a letter in the mail—the old fashioned way

Ice Cream

Learning little life lessons from those around me

Remembering innocence when i look into the face of a child

Painting

Preggo bellies

Baby clothes

Peace of heart and knowing the mind will follow

Floppy eared puppies

Sandals that make me feel sexy

Knowing that i am not alone

Pedicures

Sitting on a park bench and listening to all the happy sounds of life around me

Watching my son grow up and knowing i had a small part in the good person he is learning to be

Learning from living history books such as the elderly

Still getting a wiggly tummy when that special someone is near

Sharing

The fact that my son has out grown barney and the teletubbies *shudders* oish icky

Sponge Bob Squarepants

The way i simply cannot hold a grudge

Waking up every morning with something to smile about

Network invitations from non-troll types

Macaroni and cheese

Meeting new friendlies

Honey mustard and ketchup on Everything!

Having a place to come home to and enjoy the company of those we love.

Redheads………need i say more?

Good food

Scented lotion with matching body spray

Plaid

Loving and loved

Having so much……..big and small…….to be thankful for.

Just a few questions from a restless mind...............

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Doesn't a lightning rod on top of church show a lack of faith?..............

Do bald people get dandruff?....................

How come French fries are not considered vegetables, since they are just deep fried potatoes?................

Why do the numbers on phones go down while the numbers on calculators go up?...................

Can you breathe out of your nose and mouth at the same time?...................

Why don't the hairs on your arms get split ends?................

Isn't it funny how the word 'politics' is made up of the words 'poli' meaning 'many' in Latin, and 'tics' as in 'bloodsucking creatures’?................

Why can't you get a tan on your palms?...............

Which way does a compass point in space?............

Why are people allowed to put naked statues outside but why can't we run outside naked?............

Why do all superheroes wear spandex?............

If overalls are held up by the snaps at the top, then why do they have belt loops?............

How come popcorn isn't a vegetable?.............

Why is it that if something says, "do not eat" on the packaging it becomes extra tempting to eat?.............

If scientists were ever going to figure out how to travel through time, wouldn’t we now be seeing people from the future?..............

How come only car keys are the only keys with teeth on both sides?.................

Why is "number" abbreviated as "no"? When there is no "o" in number?...............

When a boy is named after his dad, he is called 'Junior,' but what do you call a girl that is named after her mother?..............

364 days of the year, parents tell their kids not to take candy from
strangers, yet on Halloween, its encouraged! Why is that ?..........

Why are Christmas colors red and green when Santa's suit is red and white?.............

Why do most people put more effort into their wedding than their actual marriage?...........

Do stuttering people stutter when they're thinking to themselves?..............

If lava melts rock, wouldn’t the lava melt the volcano?.............

Why is it that when we are humming and then we plug our nose, our humming stops? Do people really hum through their nose, or their mouths?..............

Why do people who don’t want to go to hell bury themselves 6 ft. closer?..............

Why do birds bob their heads when they walk?..............

If our planet is inhabited with creatures made by God...is it possible that there's another planet inhabited with creatures made by the Devil?...............

If no one buys a ticket to a movie, does the movie still play?................

Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They’re going to see you naked anyway?...............

Why is Bra singular and Panties plural?............

What are those little things on the end of your shoelaces called?.............

If ignorance is bliss, why aren’t more people happy?.............

Do bald men wash their head with soap or shampoo?..............

Why are the obituaries found in the "living" section of the newspaper?.............

If rabbits' feet are so lucky, then what happened to the rabbit?.............

Do judges and lawyers do jury duty?.............

Do birds pee?...........

Why do old men have hair in their ears?.............

Why is it we have the weight of the world on our shoulders but have to get it off our chests?...............

Bundled in a blankets wrap
In comfort of a winters cap
I was awakened from a dream
Not by noise as it would seem

Though sleet was crackling on the glass
And falling snow was piling fast
It was a quiet voice i heard
Though i remembered not a word

With howling of the blizzard wind
i snuggled ever deeper in
And drifted off in slumbering bliss
But was awakened by a kiss

Not a person was in sight
Alone was i that wintry night
And no one knocking at my door
i drifted off to sleep once more

But i was awakened by my name
As snow eclipsed the window pane
In dead of winter i could smell
The springtime flowers i knew so well

Fragrance of the lilac bloom
Had permeated bed and room
T’was then i recognized the one
Who has in silence sweetly come

It was Her kiss, from heavens blue
A quiet whisper, I love you...

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Mistress,
it has been almost two years since You were taken away from me.  Some mornings i still wake and think for an instant that You are here.  But then i turn over and the bed is empty.....cold.....so lonely.  It makes me want to pull the covers back over my head and drift into endless sleep, so that i will never wake up and with You again i will forever be. 

This morning i woke up to the smell of lilac, the scent You always wore and i went bouncing downstairs in my normal fashion, humming a happy tune.  i went to prepare Your coffee as You would have it every morning and when i opened the cupboard the space where the coffe used to be was starkly empty.  i just stood there as the memory of Your death came crashing home, unable to move, to scream, to cry.....i was frozen.  The realization that You are gone was fresh again and my tears poured. i sunk to the floor, holding the coffee cup and just cried. 

Sometimes i still feel so lost and alone.  Sometimes i forget that You are gone, i will see something i know You would like and begin to pick it up before i remember, and again my heart is torn. 

If it was just a matter of missing You i could get past that.  i have a million memories that keep You alive in my heart.  Its the little things i cant handle- like hearing someone laugh and it sounds like You, or the smell of Your perfume, the way You always tapped Your fingernails and it drove me mad.  Those things are what is going to be the death of me. 

i still talk to You as though You are here.  Whilst i putter about the house going from task to task, i tell You whats going on down here.  i'm sure You can see and that You are still around, but it makes it a little less lonely when i talk to You. 

Everyday after i drop the little one at school, i visit Your resting place, i wipe down the stone and a couple times a week i put fresh flowers.  i'll never forget how much You loved fresh flowers.

The world now seems so much lonlier, so much colder since You have gone.  i know its better where ever You are, but the selfish lonely little slave girl in me doesn't care about that.  i want, i need You here with me. 

So many things have changed so much has happened that You would have loved.  Things that Wwe always wanted to share.  Part of me is sad and lonely, feeling all the things one feels when a loved one departs.  But then there is a part of me that i am ashamed of.  It is the part of me that is mad as hell at You for leaving me all alone, something You promised You would never do.  Part of me feels angry and betrayed and i hate that selfish part of me, but it is true. 

They say that time heals all wounds, and i guess they are right.  Slowly every day i am getting better.  i'm learning the bitter lesson of living life without You.  Hopefully, one day all the bad will be forgotten and i will be free to remember You as You were in life and not how i saw You last. 

i have to go now, its dinner time and the little one is hungry.  i put a bundle of Thanksgiving flowers at Your grave today, i know You will like them.  You always loved the holidays and i always loved them for the happiness they brought You.  Perhaps, if i am good i will see You in my dreams.  Goodnight, Mistress.
Always,
       pup

It is interesting to walk upon the sand with the sun hiding behind the clouds promising a storm. Step by step along the dry sand, each step taking effort as the sand of thinking slips away. Left or right, step by step, slowly moving forward with each step in time. Watching the waves churn and listening to the swish of water turn to the roar of breakers falling eternally into the depths. While you feel the reality of nature surrounding you walking upon the beach.

Stopping time between moments, while watching the never ending ever changing surface of the ocean knowing the depths below deepness within. Each moment almost still, yet moving and sparkling surface water white and raging like the emotion you sometimes feel. Then seeing deeper in the calmness below, as you think of diving into the beautiful reality of the depths so tranquil while the storm above fades away. Moving again step by step, right or left the footprints upon the sand behind now washed away by waves sinking into the golden sands. Falling through the hour glass turned again infinitely marking time slipping away into the depths of the past.

Years and days eaten away in minutes and seconds for even the moment in time between the ticking hand of the clock spinning in the constant movement of the dimension we can't touch, because it slips away for the more we grasp time the more it slips away into memories and thoughts fading day by day, bright or dim the light touches and then fades into twilight dreaming again of the joys past and future reaching within to find what we desire in constant seeking for more.

Tides and waves beat upon the minute particles of sand wearing away at the ancient polished grains of thought. While we walk again step by step within moving north or south along the beach with the waves in the eastern twilight of a new dawn. Daily the turn of the earth in the cycles of seasons still the sea remains deeply under the sky changing in welcoming and fare welling with beautiful natural twilight gleaming clouds now ethereal rainbows.

In the new sunlit dawn as twilight fades away tides turning in the brilliance of the sun shining through the clouds blown away. Fog clearing in the warming heat of the sun's rays touching joyously the surface glistening sea changed now. Sunny rays penetrating even to light the depths reflecting the beauty of recreation in each day more brilliant now. A single moment of joy lasting forever within beauty and brilliance louder and clearer echoes the feelings joyfully within. Experince this deeply now dream.

Every so often one meets a person who leaves an imprint on our heart.....today i met such a gentleman.......

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Nameless faces in a little cafe'
Bitter coffee to drink on a lonely day
Worn out jukebox playing worn out songs
People pondering their lives and what went  wrong

One old gent's here whom i see quite often
Probably not yet fifty, but ready for his coffin
Coffee and cigarette, the man looks spent
Eyes already rheumy and his shoulders  forever bent

While i sit and write, his eyes meet mine
Young and old and painful, it chills my spine
He comes to my table and takes a seat
Offers a gnarled hand as we somehow meet

Without a prompt, he starts to tell
Of his life that's become a living hell
Of a life still young yet already done
Of not wanting to see even one more sun

He's tired of life, tired of his fate
Tired of his wife and too tired to hate
It hurts to see anyone so full of sorrow
i wonder if he'll even be alive tomorrow

He lights another of probably one million  smokes
i watch with interest as i drink at my Coke
Wondering at the stories this man could say
Of his happy life before too many yesterdays

We talk of life and death and the big bad  world
Smiling gently at the waitress, a cute young  girl
i wonder, seeing this man, how this girl's life  will be
What joys and terrors will this young girl see?

Time for home and off to bed, we shake  hands and depart 
i go home with sad thoughts and a heavy  heart
And begin tomorrow with fear and hope
That i'll not come so sadly to the end of my  rope

School Days

 (a young womans first experirence of a whole new world)

The sun streams in through the classroom window, reminding Amy of the lovely summer day going to waste outside. She groans inwardly as Mr. Grimshaw starts to write another complicated exercise onto the blackboard. Is this maths lesson from hell ever going to end ? The hands of the clock seem to be made of lead as they inch their way slowly towards hometime. This last lesson of the day is always a killer but today, with the first real promise of summer beckoning outside, its almost unbearable.

Amy looks around the classroom.  All around her heads are bent and pens scratch industriously on paper. In the next row of desks her friend Pam turns around and grins at her, yawning and miming terminal boredom. Amy grins back and nods.  Keeping a cautious eye on Mr Grimshaw, who is still scribbling away on the blackboard, Pam sticks her tongue out and pulls a face at Amy. Spurred on by the twin devils of boredom and a naturally mischievous nature, Amy does something then that she hasn't done since she was a naughty first-former. She surreptitiously tears off a piece of her blotting paper, dips it in the inkwell, and then places it carefully on the end of her ruler. Pam, who can see all of this, is shaking her head and silently mouthing. "No..No !" Amy bends the springy wooden ruler back and, aiming carefully, lets the soggy ink-laden pellet fly.

It arcs through the drowsy late-afternoon air and what happens  next seems to be like a movie run in slow motion. Pam ducks, Mr Grimshaw turns around and starts to say something to the class, and  the inky pellet flies past Pam and hits Mr Grimshaw smack in the middle of his forehead with an audible "splat". Time seems  to stand  still and Amy is sure her heart has stopped beating. For a moment the room is so quiet that you could  hear a pin drop, but then one of the girls giggles.  And then another. Soon the whole class is whispering or giggling.  Mr Grimshaw stands there frozen, with ink dripping down his face and onto his white suit shirt. He slowly raises a hand to his face and brings it away, staring in disbelief at the bluey - black smears.  Twice he tries to speak but no sounds come out of his mouth. He is literally speechless with rage.  But sadly for Amy that doesn't last long. Cheeks flushed and eyes glittering with anger, Mr Grimshaw  finally regains his voice and shouts .. "Amy!!" as he storms up the aisle to where the terrified teenager is still clutching the inky ruler in her hand.

The enraged teacher grabs Amy by the ear, twisting it painfully and dragging her out of her seat to the front of the class. Ignoring the girls howls of anguish and pleas for mercy he pinches Amy's ear even more savagely, using the flaring pain to control her and to bend the struggling girl over a desk.

"Please .. Mister..... OWWW ... please .. ouch .. please I'm sorry ....OWWW ... that *hurts* ".

Amy is sobbing now from the pain of her ear and the sheer shock of what is happening to her, but Mr Grimshaw is  not to be deterred..

"Bad, stupid girl. How *dare* you ? You silly little brat... just you wait"

Amy feels the inky ruler being wrenched out of her hand and then the skirt of her blue school dress being lifted at the back . She struggles with more determination now but the firm fingers twisting her ear quickly make her subside back sobbing over the desk. She can feel the hard edge  pressing against her thighs and her full breasts are squashed painfully against the cool wooden surface. She feels her skirt being tucked into the belt of her school dress. She feels the air on her bare thighs. And then she feels the pain of her abused ear pale into insignificance beside the incredible sting of the wooden ruler cracking across the seat of her thin white cotton knickers.

"OWWWWW .. NO .... STOP!!!!......."

But Mr Grimshaw pays no heed . Amy is going to be spanked.  The whole class is hushed, stunned by the sight of the little 16 year-old bent over the desk with her skirt around her waist being soundly smacked as though she was a little first-former. The only sounds are the growing howls and sobs from Amy and the steady .. CRAACKKK ..... CRACKKKK .... as the wooden ruler falls again and again across the soft flesh. Mr Grimshaw is a determined woman and right now all of his anger is focused on the white cotton knickers stretched tightly over Amy's plump little bottom. She applies the ruler with great diligence, as hard as she can, to every squirming inch of his target. When Amy, sobbing and wriggling wildly to escape the fierce sting kicks out behind her Mr Grimshaw simply replies by bringing the ruler down harder across the backs of  her bare thighs, making the teenager howl even more.

The spanking seems as though it will never end. Amy sobs and begs incoherently but to no avail. Mr Grimshaw is remorseless in his punishment. The soft curves of Amy's bottom are soon glowing fire-engine red through the thin white cotton of her knickers and her bare thighs are a blaze of red ruler marks. But then suddenly it stops.  The harsh twisting fingers release her burning ear. The next expected stroke of the ruler does not fall.  Amy slumps over the desk, powerless to get up. Shock and shame and the fierce throbbing of her ear and her sore bottom all combine to make her cry like a baby. But gradually her breathing steadies a little and her sobs diminish. She becomes aware of a disconcerting silence. Twisting her head around, she looks to see where Mr Grimshaw is, unsure if  the spanking is really over. What she sees makes her heart sink. The Headmaster is standing just inside the open classroom door. He is looking straight at her.

Mr Grimshaw bustles forward, red-faced and flustered. He whispers urgently to the Headmaster, gesturing angrily at his ink-stained shirt and at Amy.. The headmaster walks further into the room and closes the door. Amy scrambles to her feet. Her face is scarlet with embarrassment at being seen like this..especially by a man .. especially by the Headmaster.  She fumbles hastily with her school dress, pulling her skirt down behind.

Mr Grimshaw voice rises angrily .....

"The girl is nothing but a troublemaker and she deserves ... "

" Please Mr Grimshaw .. I'll deal with this now... "

The Headmaster speaks quietly but firmly, raising  his hand to silence the teacher and then beckoning Amy over to stand in front of him.

"Here girl.... NOW !

Amy jumps and hurries over to stand in front of the Headmaster. She hangs her head.

" Look at me when I'm talking to you Amy "

Amy slowly raises her head to meet his gaze. She shivers . His normally friendly blue eyes are bright and angry.

" Did you do this to Mr Grimshaw ?"

" yes sir" .. Amy's answer is barely audible

"Why ?"

"I... er... I ... I don't know Sir. It was an accident.  I'm sorry Sir"

" An accident ? Really ? I think not.  Stupidity maybe. Pathetically childish behaviour perhaps. But an accident ? No ".

Amy looks down again, furtively trying to rub her stinging bottom.

" How old are you Amy " ?

" 16 Sir " .. she whispers

The Headmaster shakes his head in disbelief

" And you still behave like a silly little 12 year old. Are you never going to learn ? Very well. The first thing you must do to put matters right is to apologise very sincerely to Mr Grimshaw for this outrage. Now. "

Amy brushes a tear away and sniffles loudly..

" Now Amy....not tomorrow  or next week... NOW!! "

Amy grudgingly turns and walks over to where Mr Grimshaw is standing. She takes a deep breath and looks straight at the Maths teacher. She opens her mouth to apologise. The ink has run down Mr Grimshaws face in little trails and he has a blue moustache now . A fat little blue Hitler moustache lurking like a squashed slug on his upper lip.  Amy blinks.... and then bursts out laughing. She cant help herself. She tries to stop but great uncontrollable giggles come welling up out of her. There is a shocked silence for a second, and then the whole class erupts in laughter too. Mr Grimshaw dissolves into rants. The Headmaster grabs Amy fiercely by the arm and bundles her out of the classroom into the corridor. His face is white with anger. His eyes are like chips of blue ice. Amy leans back against the wall, wincing slightly as her bottom touches it, the tears of shock and hysterical laughter rolling down her face.

" You silly little girl. Do you realise what you've done ? "

"Oh dear.. Oh dear.. I'm .. so .. s-s-sorry Sir" .. Amy giggles helplessly ...

" Oh you will be miss .. I can assure you of that. Go straight to my office. Stand in the corner and face the wall. Wait for me there. Maybe a taste of the cane will help you to realise how serious this is"

Without another word the Headmaster stalks back into the classroom, shutting the door behind him. Through the glass pane Amy can see him calming the raving teacher. Slowly, almost dreamily, she starts to walk along the corridor. She feels light headed and her legs are like jelly. She still giggles from time to time, although there are tears in her eyes. The pain from her ear has settled down to a dull background ache but she is very conscious of the heat in her bottom. It feels so sensitive that she can hardly bear her knickers rubbing against the sore skin as she walks.  There is no way that she is going to let him cane her. She's never been caned before at school.

She sees the exit up ahead. She will go straight home and tell her Poppy. He will take her out of this insane asylum. She feels her skirt brushing against her bare thighs and her panties continue to rub against her bottom as her hips move. The sensation of heat is spreading. Before she realises what she is doing she has walked past the exit and is standing outside the Headmasters study. She stands there for a moment, undecided, then she opens the heavy door and goes in.

The room is large and cozy. There is a polished desk with a leather chair. The oak-panelled walls are lined with bookcases and school trophies. The green velvet curtains are pulled back and the late afternoon sun streams in, making patterns on the carpet. Amy walks over to the corner nearest the fireplace, and faces  the paneled walls. She stands there for a moment fidgeting but quickly becomes bored. She  starts to wander around the room, touching things. By chance she catches a glimpse of her reflection in a gilt-framed mirror and is surprised.  Her face is very pale and her hazel eyes seem unnaturally big, the pupils dilated. She pushes her long curly hair back, tucking it behind her ears.

Then she sees it. The cane lying on the mantelpiece. She looks around. The door is closed. She picks it up, feeling its weight and balance, swishing it through the air experimentally,listening to the hissing noise it makes. She thinks again about running away. Of going home. But she doesnt. She runs her fingers lightly along the length of the cane. It is cool and hard. She smacks it lightly across her palm. The thin whippy wood stings her soft skin slightly. She hesitates, then reaches down and takes the hem of her school dress in her fingers .. pulling it up slowly .. over her knee .. higher. Taking a deep breath she brings the cane cracking down sharply on the front of her bare thigh, gasping as she feels  its surprisingly fierce bite. She watches fascinated as the white mark turns red and starts to burn.

She looks towards the door again. She wonders if he will make her bend over ... how the cane will feel through her knickers. Or maybe .. she starts to blush furiously .. he will want to cane her bare bottom. Cane in hand, she walks over to stand behind the armchair beside the fireplace. Standing on her tiptoes, she can just bend over the back of the chair. She reaches down and pulls her dress up to her waist at the front. As she bends over, the leather of the armchair feels cool and slick against her bare thighs. She presses her hips against the chair, rubbing them slowly and luxuriously from side to side. She realises that she is very wet indeed. She rubs her hips a little harder now and, reaching back, rubs the tip of the cane between her legs, gasping as it touches her. Then she brings the cane down lightly across her bottom.  The sting feels like an electric shock running straight between her legs, and makes her press herself harder against the chair. What if the Headmaster sees how wet she is. How can he not notice ? Still bending over the chair back she uses her other hand to rub herself gently.  Her knickers are *so* wet. She is breathing harder now.

She wishes he would come.

She dreads him coming.

The study door opens quietly ....

This is my letter to the world

That never wrote me

The simple news that

with thender majesty

Her message is committed

To a hand i cannot see

For love of her sweet country men

Judge tenderly of me

Alone in a city of a thousand faces

i veture through familiar places

Along perceptive streets that knew

Secrets shared by me and You

Alone i watch the wheel go round

Lovers talk without a sound

A careless wave splashes up to me

A few stray memories wash out to sea

Alone i meet the evening breeze

Dusk reveals the twinkling trees

Reflections dance upon the river

Despite the sticky heat, i shiver

Alone i’m weak against the seize

On the street of many memories

My heart surrenders helplessly

Wishing someone was here with me

We pray for children

            Who put chocolate fingers everywhere

            Who like to be tickled

            Who stomp in puddles

            And ruin their new pants

Who sneak popsicles before dinner

Who erase holes in their math books

Who can never find their shoes

And we pray for those:

            Who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire

            Who can’t bound down the street in a new pair of shoes

Who have never played tag

Who are born in places we wouldn’t be caught dead in

Who live in an x-rated world

We pray for children:

            Who bring us sticky kisses

            And fistfuls of dandelions

            Who sleep with the dog

And try to give the goldfish a bath

Who hug us in a hurry

And forget their lunch money

Who cover themselves in band-aids

And sing off key

Who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink

Who slurp their soup

And we pray for those:

            Who never get dessert

Who have no safety blanket to drag behind them

Who watch their parents watch them die

Who can’t find any bread to steal

Who don’t have a room to clean up

Whose pictures aren’t on anyones dresser

Whose monsters are real

We pray for children:

            Who spend all of their allowance before Tuesday

            Who throw tantrums in the grocer

And play with their food

Who like ghost stories

Who shove dirty clothes under their beds

And never want to take a bath

Who get visits from the toothfairy

Who don’t like to be kissed in front of the carpool

And we pray for those:

            Whose nightmares come in the daytime

Who will eat anything

Who have never seen a dentist

Who aren’t spoiled by anybody

Who go to bed hungry

And cry themselves to sleep

Who live and move but have no being. 

We pray for children who want to be carried and for those who must.

For those we never give up hope on and for those who will never get a chance.

For those we smother with love and for those who will grab the hand of anyone kind enough to offer…..

The Lonely Things

The silent rain that falls,

The meadowlark

The winter wind that calls the lovers from the park

The sad and bitter song that December sings

These are the lonely things

The sun behind the clouds,

The starless night

When you’re alone in crowds,

The need for sudden flight

The empty loneliness that parting brings

These are the lonely things

A taste of love too soon gone wrong

The sad mistaken hearts that hear the sirens song

                                    And sang along.

The waves that drum the shores at morning light

The friends that come no more to try and make things right

The hope that flies too soon as though on wings

These are the lonely things.

Just another lost angel
falling into the night
Wings beating helplessly
eyes without sight.

Spinning through darkness
to the beating of my heart
I reach out to touch you
but we're so far apart.

There are stars like tears
on the face of the night
Darkness cries softly 
for the loss of the light

We’ve whispered "forever"
as time slips away
Somehow I know
It will always be this way

Just another lost angel
fallen from grace
wishing ever more
I could see your face

Oour trip to the Bookstore

(from a Masters view)

  The woman behind the counter, tall and young with dual-colored hair, notices Uus immediately as we enter.  I lead you, My right-hand index finger hooked around your black, leather collar as we enter the bookstore.  At seeing Me lead you like this, the female clerk raises an eyebrow but says nothing.  I ignore her, but you smile at her, mischievously.  You follow obediently, your skirt swishing as you walk, until we come to a deserted corner at the back of the store.  There are few people here, all of them silently surveying the shelves.  You begin searching the shelf in front of you, apparently looking for anything of the slightest interest.  The shelves at the back of the store are captioned with a large sign, reading "Biographies."  You take a book from the shelf, seemingly at random, open it and begin scanning the pages.  I stand so close behind you that my chest is pressed to your back.  As you pretend to read - or are your lips moving?  Did you, in fact, find something of interest to you? - I snake my arms around your waist, and lightly resting my chin on your shoulder, begin whispering into your ear.

  "You smell so good, baby," I breathe in your scent and sigh, intoxicated.  As sexual desires and thoughts race through my brain, you feel my sex stiffening through my slacks, the protruding head pressing against your skirt, between the firm mounds of your bum.  "I want to take you right here.  Would you like that?  Should I lift your skirt and start tearing into you right here, for everyone to see?  Show them how you love being taken in your tiny bum?  Maybe, instead, I should take my belt and lash you a few times across each cheek?  Do you want everyone to know how wet you get when I spank you?  What a slut you become when I exercise my control over your willing body?"  Your breathing becomes heavy, and you lean back against me.  Your eyes close, and you sigh softly, devouring my lust for you as your desire rises.

  "Would you do that to me, Master?  Right here, where people could see us?"  Your voice is also a whisper.  You sound disbelieving even as you ask the question, but there is something else in your tone...  Something like hope.  And immediately I realize that you know as well as I do that we shouldn't, but you want to as much as I do.

  My breathing quickens, and unconsciously I hold you tighter but you make no complaint.  Thoughts race through my brain alongside desire, and before I realize what I've done, my hand is under your skirt.  I rub small circles over your damp heat with my middle finger, slowly.  I imagine your juices dripping down your thighs and know it to be true.  Your breathing is fast now, and heavy.  You try to remain quiet, but you dare not ask your Master to stop, or else risk disappointing him.  I slide a finger between your swollen lips into your so tight, wet sex.  Your eyes flutter as the sensation reaches your brain, and your lips part as you silently gasp.  "Take me," you mouth, silently.  Your eyes snap open disbelievingly at the sound of my zipper lowering.

  You feel my hand working at my hardness and can feel it more clearly pressed against your bum through your skirt now.  You barely contain your shock as I pull your skirt above my throbbing, stiffness, and without hesitation seek out your hot hole.  You feel the head of my thickness rubbing your wet slit, back and forth for a few seconds before I raise up and begin rubbing your juices against your tiny back passage.  Again back to your pussy to collect more of your slick  juice before applying it to your tight, dry anus.  Back and forth bum and the head of my harness are lubricated nicely.  You grip my thigh with your free hand as I begin pushing into your puckered backdoor.  You bite your lip to hold back your moan, but drop the biography you'd been skimming.  It hits the carpeted floor with a soft thud, immediately forgotten.  When an inch of my member is nestled in between the firm muscles of your bum, you whisper a little too loudly.  "Master!  We can't..."  My initial response is to grip your waist in my hands and begin pulling you onto me as I continue to slowly force my way into the tight little hole that I love so much to rape.

  "We can, and will," I whisper back, fiercely.  "I want this, and you'll do as I want."  Your grip begins to tighten on my thigh as I continue my invasion, now a full half of my thickness buried in your bum.

  You gasp, failing completely to keep silent.  My chin is still resting on your shoulder, but upon hearing the full volumed sign of your pleasure, I begin focusing my hearing to the store around us, listening for anyone who might have heard you.  All is quiet, except for us.  With a little more than half of my length in your bum, I grow impatient, pressing My hard member into your tiny puckered hole .  I begin pulling out slowly.  You bite your lip so hard, I'm not surprised to see a trickle of blood.  You struggle to keep your breathing under control.  I pull out until only the head remains inside you, then begin pushing back into you, slowly.  After a few thrusts, the slight lubrication has been worked into you enough that I can begin thrusting faster, and I do so eagerly.  Soon, I'm panting quietly into your ear, my thrusts short and fast as I repeatedly force Myself into your bum.  You're tighter than usual, probably a sign of your nervous tension.  I'm nervous too, but I refuse to stop now...  I'm inside you, taking my obedient slave for anyone to see, and I will cum in your hole.

  I reach around to your swollen clit alternating spanking and rubbing it fiercely.  Your moans are muffled through tightly closed lips. Your sweet juices run down your thighs and back onto my steel, giving me more lubrication so I can pound you deeper.  My excitement begins to grow as the minutes pass, and I start to pull you harder onto my shaft as I thrust deeper into you.  You groan softly in delicious pain as the whole of my passion is forced gradually into you.   "Master," you whisper harshly, "please...  It hurts, Master..."  I give you a sympathetic look which you cannot see, and kiss your neck affectionately as I continue pounding you mercilessly.

  "Soon, little pup...  I'll cum soon," I promise.  I can hear movement in the next aisle, but I don't care.  The burning friction of my sex thrusting in your tight opening is exquisite and my balls are beginning to tingle...  Just a little more.  As my passions rise I begin forcing myself rather cruelly into you.  You take the pain with stoicism, and I silently vow to make it up to you after we get back to your house.  "You're such a good baby girl...  A little more...  Just a little more..."

  Tears are streaming down your face, but you say nothing, only grunting quietly in response to my savage thrusts.  "More," you whisper, pressing your slim hips back to meet my thrusts.   I think I must've heard you wrong, despite the proximity of my ears to your lips, until you say, "More, Master...  Hurt me..."  Your voice sounds pained, your eyes are shut tight, and at close examination your expression is a mix of anguish...  And ecstacy.  It's enough to drive a Master to orgasm.

  You whimper, and I can feel your sex spasming.  You beg me, panting “Master, may I cum, please. I growl into Your ear, my orgasm near.  Teasing taunting, holding your orgasm out of reach until I am ready. My free hand reaches up and takes a hand full of your curly hair.  I yank your head back harshly, biting your ear. I growl in your ear  “Cum for Master, slut, show me what a good little girl you are” 

  I groan in pleasure as my balls empty themselves through my thickness of my hot, sticky cum.  It fills you in long, thick streams, warming you.  You moan softly in rapture. Biting your lip hard your tiny body spasms violently.  Your orgasm comes quick and hard, your sweet cum squirting all over my hand. You whimper and fall back against me spent, both of us shuddering lightly. My length still buried deep in your tight, willing bum, I hold you tightly, kissing your neck and shoulder.  "You're such a good girl, baby.  So good."  You clearly hear pride and affection in my tone of voice as I praise your obedience and trace kisses along your tender flesh.

  "Thank you, Master," you whisper, barely audible.  The effort of remaining quiet, far more than the sex, has worn you out to the point of exhaustion.  I withdraw slowly, gently after my rough treatment, and you shiver as my length slides out. Your whimper scarce audible, quietly protesting being so empty.  Taking a sudden initiative, you turn to face me, and gently place my sex inside my slacks and carefully zip them up making sure not to catch my skin.

  You close your eyes and smile as I lean forward, pressing my lips against yours.  You part your lips and feel my tongue slide slowly between them.  You feel me probe your mouth gently for several minutes, our soft moans encouraging each other.  When I finally begin to pull away, you close your lips on my tongue and suck on it softly as it slides out of your mouth.  You smile at me, contentedly, and ask me, boldly, "Can we go home now, Master?"

  I smile broadly in return.  "Yes, pup.  Let's go home."  I wrap an arm around your waist and guide you to the front of the store.  I silently relish having you so close to me, and my heart beats faster in my chest.

  We make our way slowly to the exit.  As we pass the clerk behind the counter, she takes in our appearance.  Noticing our somewhat disheveled state, she grins knowingly.  You smile back and wave goodbye to her.  "I love your store," you comment happily just before I lead you through the door.

ok ok i deserve a spanking for posting something so naughty but i couldn't resist..............

HORSE RACE Line up

In lane 1.   Passionate Lady

In lane 2.   Bare Belly

In lane 3.   Silk Panties

In lane 4.   Conscience

In lane 5.   Jockey Shorts

In lane 6.   Clean Sheets

In lane 7.   Thighs

In lane 8.   Big Dick

In lane 9.   Heavy Bosom

In lane 10. Merry cherry

AND THEY’RE OFF!

Conscience is left behind at the gate.

Jockey Shorts and Silk Panties are off in a hurry.

Heavy Bosom is being pressured.

Passionate Lady is caught between Thighs and

Big Dick is in a dangerous spot.

AT THE HALFWAY MARK:

It’s Bare Belly on top, Thighs open and

Big Dick is pushing in.

Heavy Bosom is being pushed hard against clean Sheets.

Passionate Lady and thighs are working hard on Bare Belly.

Bare Belly is under terrific pressure from Big Dick.

AT THE STRETCH:

Merry cherry pops under the strain.

Bare Belly is making a final push.

Big dick is in and Passionate Lady is coming.

AT THE FINISH:

It’s Big Dick giving everything he’s got and Passionate Lady takes everything Big Dick has to offer. It looks like a dead heat but Big Dick comes through with one final thrust and wins by a head...

Bare Belly shows... thighs weakens... Heavy Bosom pulls up..

and clean Sheets never had a chance.

Slaves Say the Darnest Things

1. Doesn't my opinion count for anything, Sir?


2. But what if I don't want to?


3. That's gonna really hurt, isn't it?


4. Hey Sir, when do I get a day off?


5. Has anyone ever told you that you can be a real prick sometimes?


6. Uh oh, I shouldn't have said that, should I?


7. Sir, I can't wear a gag; how am I supposed to answer the phone?


8. Naked!! Do you realize how cold it is?


9. You want to pierce my WHAT?!?!?


10. I'm glad this isn't my real job because the pay really sucks...


11. Not tonight Sir, I have a headache. Uh-oh! Never mind, I was just
kidding.


12. WOW, you can go from 0 to Bastard in less than 2.6 seconds.


13. You want it when? In what way?????


14. Do you mind if I finish my cigarette first?


15. But Sir, I DID put it on my to-do list...


16. But Master... that is just gross!


17. You wouldn't look so mean if you would smile on occasion, ya
know???


18. Do you mind? I haven't had my coffee yet.


19. It honestly takes me two hours to wake up in the morning.


20. But my nails aren't dry yet.


21. I didn't say I deserved it, I said I wanted it.


22. Who died and made you Master? Oh chit...


23. Sure I COULD cook, but going out for dinner would be so much
faster...


24. You know I noticed that some of the other Masters have bigger
whips than you do.


25. But Master, of course you want me in designer clothes, remember I
DO represent you?


26. Honest!!! Decaf IS a hard limit!


27. Master... but it's icky.


28. If I wanted to eat healthy, I would be following my doctors
orders. Uh, never mind.


29. But you could do it so much better and faster than me, Sir...


30. If you're going to criticize how I do it, why don't you just do it
yourself?


31. Sure I could do it your way, but my way is so much easier.


32. Sir, have I ever told you that you're the reason God made Prozac?


33. Sure your opinions count, Master, but you know what they say about
opinions.


34. But why can't I choose both, it would make things so much easier?


35. But I don't want to make a decision; that's why you're the Master,
remember????


36. But that is not how they do it on the Internet.

Life

Life will bring us laughter, and life will bring us tears.

It will string our joys like jewels bright, upon the thread of years.

Life brings the bitterest joys we know, our mothers sharpest pains.

Then smiles our worlds to loveliness, like sunshine after rain.

The children make us what we are, the childless king is scorned.

The children send us to the hills where our glories may be earned.

For them we pledge our live to strife, for them do mothers fade.

And count in newborn tenderness, their sacrifice repaid.

Life will lead us back to dreams in nights that dance and shine.

Men read from day to day the proof of love and power divine.

For life are fathers brave and good, mothers fair and true.

For life is our every cherished dream and every deed we do.

But for children are the furnace fire of life kept blazing high.

For children on the battlefields are soldiers pleased to die.

In every place where humans toil, in every dream and plan.

The laughter of the children shapes the destiny of man.

In Contrast

One bright day

In the middle of the mind

I made the wrong choice

And it turned out right

I was filled with joy

So very sad

I was cool and calm

But stark raving mad

I hurt your feelings

With a compliment

I lost all my manners

But still I was good

I bragged about myself

When I was lowly and humble

I stood tall

Even when I stumbled

I screamed out loud

As I kept my mouth shut

My wound had healed

As an open cut

I looked all around

Staring dead ahead

I was full of life

But completely dead

I’m going to start a new life

I can’t go on

I reached out to find you

And you were gone

It’s a peaceful rat race

I could stay here forever

I’ve got to get out of this place

I want total destruction

Just some harmony

I would stay here and fight

As I would flee

I think of the future

Way back in the past

I’m dying so slow

Losing life so fast

I’m my very own enemy

My very best friend

Let’s go back to the beginning

Right here at the end.

Crimson Dusk

Waking in the deep grey darkness
The Sun stretched languidly with a yawn
And enveloped Horizon as she slept
In a robe of apricot dawn

Though he was brilliant and streaked in red
I am actually Crimson Dusk He said
Horizon drew tight her robe of peach
When she found this Stranger within her reach

Well, I belong to the Night she whispered,
As you be a part of Dusk
Melancholy cloaks me full and whole
However much I may try to demur

But I give power to those, Crimson smiled
Who choose to keep aside the night and rise.
So reached He gently for her then,
Melting her and igniting a fire bright

Tearing aside her old robe of dark
Horizon found a beauty unseen, unsurpassed
And saw how her new garb of peach
Had transformed her, putting her well, within His reach

As they then drew fiercely near
And Horizon suffused herself with Him,
She tingled and blazed alive,
Carelessly scattering the countless sparklers aside.

She glowed and gently bloomed
 From deep dark night into a hope anew
His love and faith made this woman awake
To hope for something precious and gay.

The sky blushed deep at Ttheir unbounded passion
As Crimson streaked Horizon with His hues
The heat blazed white and woke the world
For all to see a new day had come true.

A LONESOME GIRL

Alone in the dark, fitfully chasing sleep
The pain too great for the girl even to weep
Lying on freshly cold sheets in disbelief
Coping in vain with greatest grief

For her, her Mistress was all She could be
Loving Her forever, being with Her, was all she could see
But Fate, cruel fate, took Her tonight
Oh dear God, she prays, this just isn't right

Her rump still aches with her life's last welts
And that soaring cruise to subspace she only yesterday felt
And now She's gone, Her life senselessly ended
Her body too damaged to ever be mended

And gone back to God after too few a years
Leaving her alone with her grief and fears
Too young to be alone, only twenty-two
Learning the curse of being alive is all she can see

Exhaustion claims her and she slumbers, confused
As she feels Her hands on her bum that She bruised
"Baby, I'm gone," she hears, "but I'll never be far"
Then she sees a vision of a bright blue star

"That's my new home, and I'll be watching you every day
"Till you come up there yourself, after you're old and grey
"But baby, don't live your life for my ghost
"Honor me, baby girl, live to your utmost"

"Go from here, you'll always have my love
"I'll always be watching and smiling from above
"Bad things happen, things we can't control or will
"And even tho I'm gone, I love you still"

"Mistress," she says, "I don't know that I can survive
"Without you here with me, without you alive
"We built a life full of joy and wonder
"And now it's suddenly torn asunder"

"Please let me come home, let me serve you on your star"
Please, I beg you, don't go so far"
And in her dreams, she feels her agony and cries
"Mistress, I can't make it without you, and that's no lie"

"Baby, I miss you, but live on you must
"I know it feels unfair, but life isn't just
"I promise you I love you, and I'll always be near
"Trust in my love, baby, and never fear"

"Just to prove my love, I have a task for you
"Something in the morning for you to do
"One last assignment for Me to give
"But one thing that will prove that My love for you lives"

"Baby, go to My car, where My body was torn
"Go first thing in the morn
"When you get there, look on the passenger seat
"You'll see what's there, and know My love is complete"

"Yes, Mistress" she said, starting to weep
"Shhh, baby. Now go to sleep."
And sleep she did, till the stroke of seven
Dreaming peacefully of Mistress and heaven

Then went to the place where they'd taken Her car
When She'd left this life for Her faraway star
And felt Her love, its awesome power
Seeing a crystal vase She'd gotten her, and twelve red flowers

A Slaves Clothes…

Would you bind her, and hold her - Or simply shape her and mold her?

What would she wear, would you strip her bare
Would you dress her in silks, or is she left with only her hair?

Would chains slip round her, and wrap her tight
Or does she wear the moonlight beautifully in the night?

Do you leave her body bare or does she wear a mark
Standing out so bold on a thigh so stark?

Does she wear the day, as if it beholds a light
Or does she slip thru daydreams, as if she were born of the night?

Does she wear cloth rags, better than most common ilk
Or does she wear her hair, like a robe of fancy silk?

Do the bells tinkle as her backside does wiggle
Or do they only sing, when you make her body wriggle?

Is her flesh quite bare except for a rosy blush
That quickly appears at your slightest touch?

Perhaps it is so simple...your slave dressed as you wish
Served up to your liking, like a dessert in a dish.

Innocent

 Soft and pure
Untouched.
Surrounded by
Lust and want
she's innocent...

Shy

Dark wide eyes darting
In fear.
She feels His presence
Tantalizingly near
she's innocent...

Trembling

her pulse races
her senses alive
He reaches for her
Knowing only a powerful drive
she's innocent...

Frightened

she becomes enfolded
In His strong arms
Her body being molded
To His
she's innocent...

Warming

To his touch
Aching with a blush
not understanding
But needing so much
she's innocent...

Embers

Burning hotly
The Fire's flames
Fanning brightly
Whimpers sighing lightly
she's innocent...

Ecstasy

As he strokes her
skin like satin
Knowing would only
take that to
Let Him in
but..
she's innocent...

Pleading

Begging
Wanting only to know
Wanting only to understand
This burning ache that lies
within...
The need ..the dark desire
That grows as the flames of
her inner fire
she's innocent...

Falling

Tumbling to her knees
Willing to do whatever pleased
To assuage these aching needs
for...
she's innocent...

Looking

Down at that which lay
Prostate and writhing
her soul In sway
He reaches out to gently
Cup her sweet face
Wanting to know..
Wanting to taste..
All of her humble grace
she's innocent...

Entwining

His strong fingers in her
long tresses.. pulling slightly
Yet she never objects to this
He knows deep down ..her
Needs and desires
Knowing the secret cravings
And her fire
she's innocent....

Silken

Cording He takes within
His hands.. as he rises
Over her to stand..
She startles as she
Sees Him move...not
Knowing what he shall do
she's innocent...

Smiling

Softly He looks at her...
Motioning her up
Off the floor
He quietly points to the
Silken cord....
Knowing that for
Not much longer more
she's innocent...

Offering

Herself to Him..
Knowing that anything this
Strong cannot be sin..
She turns as bid ..her back
To Him...her small hands clasped
In the gentle bend ...for..
she's innocent....

Fastening

Her wrists together..
in the silken cords tight tether
A moan escapes as light as
A feather....
Her trembling limbs shaking
Showing Him that...
she's innocent...

Smiling

He turns her around..
Wanting to show her some of
What he has found
In the realm of sweet pleasure..
The joys of bringing someone
To the realizations of who and what
They are.....
she's innocent...

Looking

Up her eyes so bright yet leery
she wonders what awaits her
As He caresses her so tenderly
A fingertip sliding over one hard nipple
she gasps as He squeezes upon it'
her deepest muscles beginning to ripple...
she's innocent.....

Cries

Out as the fingertips Tighten
she feels the pain as it changes
To a pleasure quite heightened
The heat of a moisture trickling
Down supple thighs...as from her lips
she utters small sighs..
she's innocent....

Gazing

Upon her body so deliciously
fresh.. His hands cannot help but
gently caress....her flesh so tender so soft
so unknowing...the touch of cruelty
From a Man who enjoys showing....The
Joy. .the triumph.. the total knowledge
Of bringing one to the brink of true
Decadent carnage...
she's innocent....

Bending

His head...his teeth flashing
A moments hot white pain and
she is surmising. .it’s His teeth that
Are rending her delicate flesh...
Looking down though she sees
A glimmer of gold and His fingers
tightening a lever...the cold metal into her breast
As it bites...
and though the pain is intense once more
She tries to be compliant and does not fight
she's innocent....

Trusting

she moans as the fire begins to
Over take her....
He thrusts a finger between her
Trembling thighs..
Turning a deaf ear to her soft cries
Of pain and of pleasure.. though her
Song He cannot completely ignore
He remains in control
she's innocent....

Thrusting

Her hips ...trying to quell the wave
From which there is no way to be saved
He locks her tight between His thighs...
Not letting her continue to writhe
For in this He is iron and steel
And will not let her control the reel
because...
she is innocent...

Guiding

her over to the large bed
He lays her down
her thighs far spread...
Her trembling and quaking causing an
Evil dark smile...as His shadowed side
Begins to rise..
she's innocent....

Fastening

Leather restraints on her ankles
Keeping her smooth legs from
Violently shaking...
He kneels between them as
she continues to sigh..
Not understanding.. wanting to fly
she's innocent....

Feeling

His breath hot and strangely
Desirable.. against her heat
He reaches out with his warm wet tongue
Wanting to taste that which from
The sweet juices come..
He growls low as the moisture He gathers
Into His mouth knowing it is so because
she's innocent....

Turning

her over ..her naked bottom upraised
He traces the pale globes with a
Ardent gaze...
Reaching down low he grasps a smooth
Flogger...lifting it up He feels a
Quiver...
she's innocent....

Raising

His arm....He brings it down Strong
Like a phallus
Over and Over with no hint of
Malice....
Hearing her cries ..her sobs so
Real...He stops for a moment..
Seeing her flesh raise with welts..
she's innocent...

Sliding

Between her thighs far spread
she begins to worry with dread
As His hardness begins to stroke
Up and Down the unopened passage
"relax ..relax..." He whispers by her head
Moving as to gently massage....
she's innocent...

Reaching

Around between her milky thighs
He caresses the small pearl
That within her folds lies
Hearing her moans and breathing
grow rapid
He decides soon ..soon.. she will be
His to bid
she's innocent.....

Stroking

her deeply with skilled fingers
He reaches for her nipples imprisoned
By the golden clips and lets them linger
Pulling...tugging.. her cries sounding out neatly
A mixture of longing and pain raging oh so sweetly
Causing her to open the path to her core
Oh what a delicate chore
she's innocent...

Growling

Deeply...a moan so low
He places His manhood's pulsing tip
Against her sweet nectar dripping lips..
Pressing so slowly so as not to frighten
Yet knowing that to gain entrance he must
Not shy from the piercing of this one...
Rose still intact...but not for long
she's innocent.....

Pushing

Back towards His gentle thrust
without a hint of fright
she tries to guide Him ..only her
Instinct allowing her this insight
Leaning forward He bends His head to bite
Leaving His mark upon her this way as
Suddenly He pushes in deeply...
Unable to resist this subtle dance
she's innocent....

Screaming

Out in a soundless haze..
she looks out of a sightless gaze
Senses swimming as they are overwhelmed
Nothing ..oh nothing but the tempestuous
Sensations as thru the whirling eddy's they
Flow.....

Rising and falling thru their combined
consciousness....He pounds deeply into her each
blow..

she's innocent....

Knowledge

Now clear...the inevitable
Oh so near....
she matches the rhythm He has set here
Bodies rocking ..slapping of flesh....
So incredibly close.. that they mesh
Together they strive for the perfect union
Unable to stop this total cataclysmic distortion
Higher and Higher Tthey fly...soaring as though flying
Thru the sky....
Wave after wave...crashing throughout...a constant
Orgasmic shout....
she's innocent....

Arching

Hard as they near the end...
Wanting only to be together again..
And again....
Shuddering as He drives ever deeper...
He cries out as He awakens the sleeper..
With a tremendous force He showers her
inner heat....
Shouting as He grinds so deep.. filling her depths with
His shafts full content....His essence so hot and thick she
cums again.. and yet again...
she's  innocent....

Collapsing

Together.. limbs in a tangled
mass...flesh salty ..sweet..
Bed sheets mangled...
So exhilarated...so joyous...so calm
Smiles from one to the other...
Acting like a balm
For the pains ..the gains ..
the supreme sacrifice...
He turns to her as He captures her lips
she smiles as she relishes His kiss...
she is His innocent..
And she is glad..




~puppy

Slipping into Darkness

                 The storms have filled the skies, the lightning bright against the darkness of the night, my mind slips easily to You and into the darkness beyond. Your pull on me unimaginable, and i must prepare for Your coming to me. Slipping into the shower, my hands lingering on my body as i bathe for You, my nipples hardening under my touch, my fingers tighten on them slightly increasing my excitement. Eyes closing becoming lost in You as my fingers toy with my nipples, must complete my task need to be in place for You. Hands traveling down my belly sliding so easily with the soap and water that covers me, between my thighs. my juices flowing so freely for You already, allowing them to slip inside me briefly, a soft moan escaping my lips as my eyes close imagining Your touch. As i feel the tremble slip through my body i bring myself back to the task at hand. Pussy freshly shaved, smooth, nothing to encumber whatever may be in store for me. Stepping from the shower once the cleansing complete, my body towel dried and again the lingering on my body as i apply a small amount of oil to my skin. My legs weaken as the oil covers my flesh, must steady myself, the need to cum for You growing so strong within me. As my body threatens to cum from the mere thought of You fear fills me, mind racing, i won't be ready, this fear pulls me back from the edge and i continue to ready myself. The items that i feel you may want are gathered, placed on the table beside the bed, candles lit all other light gone and i lay my body down waiting for you to come.

               My eyes closing, drifting..... drifting into the darkness where i know You will be. Your voice startles me having not realized your presence as i am already lost within you. "slave, are you ready to begin?" my voice soft barely audible in my response," yes, Master".

                "Then slave, these are my instructions to you. Begin and if I desire I will instruct you along the way. I am not going to touch you tonight, you will do my bidding, you will fulfill that which I would normally do. You are to please me by offering yourself completely, your body's desires for me to be given by you alone. I will sit here close to you to see if your desire for me strong enough, to see if you truly have given yourself to me. You know of my desires and now you shall fulfill them. Do you understand what I ask of you slave?" Again my response soft and quiet, but very pronounced, "yes, Master" slave, do you love your Master with all that you are, and are you prepared to show me of your love and devotion?" "yes, Master", "Then look at me slave." my eyes open and shift to where you sit so close at the edge of the bed, the excitement races through me as my eyes lock with Yours, trying desperately to break my eyes from Your own but trapped within them. "Then begin when you are ready slave."

                   My mind races, knowing that i must please You, not because i have to but i need to, i need You to know the true depth of my belonging to You. my body laying before You, legs only slightly spread, my pussy not yet exposed to You, though my juices flow freely for You i know that’s no place to begin. my eyes finally torn from Yours, i look to the items placed on the table, my hands traveling unconsciously to my breasts, feeling my nipples swell even more with my touch. The chain catches my eye and i reach for it, placing in on my chest, it is cold against my flesh making my nipples harden still further. This particular chain having loops at the end rather than clamps, making the nipples so vulnerable to anything and everything. My fingertips closing around one of my nipples, massaging it, twisting it, feeling it harden still further within my grasp, satisfied with it hardness i release it, picking up the chain the open loop placed over my nipple. Before tightening the loop i again take the nipple between my fingers pulling even more of it above the loop before tightening it with the other hand, the blood pushing into the nipple as the loop tightens. my breath held for a moment as the pain increases, then settles. The same process begun with the other nipple, squeezing it, twisting it making it harden, the loop in place pulling the nipple within and tightening it. my nipples trapped firmly within the confines of the loops hard full of blood, yet i know this is not to Your satisfaction yet. Slowly massaging the nipples between my fingertips drawing even more blood into them, allowing them to swell further before tightening the loops further, a slight whimper escaping my lips as the pain shoots through my breasts and into my belly. Again the process begun, pulling on the nipples twisting them so swollen within my fingers and a final tightening, my jaw tightens as my body filled with pain, it clearing my belly and into my pussy. Feeling the muscles of my pussy tighten in reaction to the pain within my nipples. Looking down upon my breasts, seeing how swollen they are, how full they are, how they stand above the loops, the loops themselves having all but disappeared beneath the nipples. My gaze slips to You, the smile on Your face barely seen in the flickering of the candlelight but i know You are pleased.

                 my fingers slip from my nipples and to the chain that rests between them, pulling on the chain easily at first testing both the resistance and my nipples desire for the pain. The pulling turning to more of a tug as my back arches trying desperately to follow the chain, to relieve some of the pain, my answer to my body to pull the chain harder, stretching the nipples still further. Satisfied the loops firmly in place, the chain is released, yet still i slip back to the loops to tighten the just a bit more. my nipples so swollen, the color deepens within them, so full of blood. "That is a beautiful sight my pet, your nipples beg for the abuse which I so long to give them." "your pussy loves the way your nipples feel as well, doesn't it my pet ?" my answer coming from within my whimpers, "yes,Master".

                "It pleases me pet that you remembered to bring the ice, now feel it upon your body." Knowing just what you expected of me, i take a piece of the ice between my fingers, holding it above my breast, the first cold drop of water spills upon my swollen nipple followed quickly by the second and third. Again my back arches this time not to escape the pain but rather to engross it, as the water spills upon my nipple and runs down my breast i lower the ice to my nipple pressing it hard against it. The cold filling me so completely, so rapidly, my body squirming to try and move away from it, yet holding the ice steady to my nipple freezing it. The moments stretching out, the cold turning to pure pain, the tears sliding down my face, then moving to the other nipple to begin there. The nipples frozen the ice now gone completely, again reaching down to pull the chain making the nipples burn even more from the cold as they are completely stretched again. The nipples given a few moments to almost lose the cold within them before taking another piece of ice and holding it firmly to one of my nipples. When the nipple again frozen, i hear your voice seemingly distant though i know you are so close. "Reach to the table and take one the candles." I do as i am instructed, my hand shaking slightly as the candle is brought back to my body. "pet, I suggest you steady your hand because I want my instructions followed, one slip and it will be dealt with." i say not a word knowing that there is no response necessary. "One drop and one drop only my pet, I want to feel how your body responds, do it now." Carefully titling the candle not wanting more than a drop to spill from it, crying out as the hot wax drops upon the frozen nipple, "yes my pet, wonderful, now another drop", the drop slipping from the candle to land squarely upon the nipple. "Cover the nipple now my pet, enclose the cold and heat within it", i do as instructed completely encasing the nipple in wax some of it spilling down my breast and i set the candle back to the table and take up the ice once again. The freezing process begun again before i follow your same instructions for the other. The mind and body torn between the sensations of cold and heat, my hips raising from the bed as the feelings race through my belly and fill my pussy. And again i give the chain a tug, the pain ripping through my body.

              The strongest urge to cum threatening to overtake my body, yet its not my body where the threat truly lies but rather in my mind. Having not realized that my eyes were clamped so tightly shut, they slip open my gaze turning to you, that look of satisfaction of knowing pushes me still closer. my body trembles before you and that slight shake of your head tells me in no uncertain terms that i had better control my needs.i lay before you body trembling, the edge of orgasm threatens as your voice no more than a whisper eases me back from the edge. The moments stretching out, losing all concept of time, has it been seconds or long minutes, knowing how You watch me waiting for the time to continue. i see You shift Your position not much but enough to tell me its time to move on. Your eyes shifting to the clips that lay on the table, i reach for them six in all, my hand returning to my body with them.

                There is no need for instruction, Your desires for the clips and their placement so absolute in just Your look. my thighs spreading instinctively, Your smile growing slightly as You see how wet my pussy is. Taking one clip between my fingers, opening it and placing it near the top of my pussy lip on one side, followed quickly by the second and third each clip placed successively lower than the one before. The same for the other side, one two, three..... my body shivers knowing how completely exposed i will be to You. The straps taken from the table and i place them around my upper thighs, one per side, with hands trembling i take the clips on one side stretching the lip to the fullest extent and lock them beneath the strap, the same with the other side. my pussy muscles tightening as the cool of the air hits my hot wet pussy, my clit swelling in anticipation of what is to come. my mind tittering on the edge of fear not truly knowing what may be ahead, yet knowing i will fulfill Your every desire. Satisfied that the clips are firmly in place my fingers slide across the wetness of my pussy, moving so easily across the smoothness of my freshly shaved pussy, my clit swelling even more for You as my fingers come in contact with it. I can feel my juices flowing so freely from me, down between the cheeks of my bum which are now spread a bit you as well.

               Your voice bringing me back quickly having lost myself in the feel of my pussy, "pet, get the clamp from the table with the length of chain attached and listen carefully to Me." i reach over taking the clamp the chain causing a chill to race through me as it crosses the heat of my belly. " Take your clit between your fingers, massage it, twist it make it beg for Me slave, and then slide the clamp onto it, but don't tighten it yet." my fingers working on my clit bringing me again so close to cumming, it continues to swell, my fingers tighten their grip as i slide the clamp beneath my fingertips. "Now slave, squeeze it tightly i want to see the pain in your eyes so do not close them, tighten your grip and pull your clit, i want all of your clit above the clamp before you tighten it," i whimper and fight to keep my eyes open as my fingers dig into my clit stretching raising it far above the clamp, watching Your eyes waiting for Your approval before i lock the clamp in place, the nod comes and the clamp secured. my clit so swollen, so full of blood raised so far above the clamp, my hips raising trying to relieve the pressure though i know it will not come. "Now finishing exposing your body to me slave, i want to watch your juices flow from you and down across your tiny little back passage which we will have so much fun with later." As i draw my feet up to my thighs i reach for the last two leather straps that lay upon the table. with my feet drawn tightly to my thighs i strap them in place. my thighs spread so wide my pussy and bum so open so exposed to You, i can feel Your eyes burning into my body and i see you are pleased. my body being so exposed, feeling my pussy tighten as You watch me and i know You can see it as well and seem every content to just sit and watch me like that for a bit, my juices pouring from my body. i can't seem to keep my hips still, my body longing for Your touch, needing You, begging You as i dare not. Of course i know already You have no intention of laying a hand upon me, Your pleasure will come only from my actions.

               "Take the chain now slave, test that the clamp is securely in place on your clit, it won't be good for you should it come loose." The chain taken in my hand i pull on it slowly feeling the pressure increase on the clit, the pain increasing slowly then giving it a tug, there is no threat that its going to break free of my clit i release the tension on it. "The chain slave, i want you to take it up underneath the chain between your nipples and bring it back down over the top, you will hook the chain back into itself when i am satisfied that the pressure is tearing your nipples from you and your clit screams in pain." "Do It Now, slave." I pull the chain up and though the chain between my nipples, steadily increasing the pressure, my body squirming as the pain increases in both my nipples and my clit. Tears rolling down my cheeks as i continue to increase the stretch, listening intently for Your command to stop, to allow me to hook the chain back in. my nipples screaming, my hips trying to raise desperate to slow the pain in my clit, "Now slave, hook it there". The chain hooked in, my body shaking in pain and excitement which only increases the pain further, my body covered in sweat, my breathing becoming very ragged. The voice in my mind trying to steady my body, to settle to the pain, to reach a point where i can breath freely, but You don't allow it to settle, enjoying the new state that i am in, needing my pain as much as myself.

               My clit swollen and throbbing above the clamp, stretched as my nipples are, the desperate fight to still my body continues, the war raging in my mind. "Get the vibrator from the table slave, I want you to take it and hold it against your clit, do it and I will tell you when you may stop and slut do not cum without my permission." The very act of reaching for the vibrator sends new waves of pain through my body as my nipples and clit are stretched even further. my body jerking as the vibrator touches my swollen blood filled clit and i quickly pull it away, "No slave, hold it tight against your clit, do it now slave", I place the vibrator back against my clit, holding it hard against it, my clit throbbing swelling even further within the confines of the clamp, my clit screaming, my juices soaking me. i feel my orgasm building rapidly, i know how closely You watch me and my body, watching my orgasm build, i can hold out no longer and i beg You to allow me to cum, gasping for a breath, sobbing begging you. You sit quietly watching, waiting for me to reach the breaking point, the sweat pouring from me, You waiting till the very last second, "Stop slave, Now". Crying out as i quickly pull the vibrator from my clit, both in relief and in pain at not being allowed to cum, my body hanging so close to the edge of orgasm. Hanging on the edge waiting for You allow me to cum yet it does not come, instead a deadly silence except for my whimpering, You seem to be waiting for my body to settle a bit to pull me back from the precarious edge on which it hangs, my whimpering turning again to pleas. "Quiet, my pet, allow yourself to simply feel the edge." i do as i am told with great effort and my breathing starts to slow but only a bit before the next command comes.

               "Now tighten the chain further slave." Crying out as i unhook the chain and pull still more of it through, feeling as if my nipples and clit will be ripped from my body, pulling it tighter waiting to hear You allow me to refasten the chain. The command coming and i rehook the chain, my body screaming in pain, "I want you to take the candle again my pet, I want you to refresh the wax upon your nipples, refresh the pain in your nipples,I want you to do this very slowly slave so that you may absorb each new pain it brings to you." Again the very act of reaching makes my body scream out in pain, my nipples so sensitive so full of pain, the last bit of wax having not seemed to have even cooled yet, though somewhere within i do know the wax has cooled and what burns within my nipples is the pain from them being stretched so tightly. The wax slowly spilling onto one then the other of my nipples, my nipples set on fire, my body jerking against the pain which only serves to make the chains pull harshly at my nipples and clit. my cries filling the night. Begging and pleading with You to make the pain stop, yet not wanting it to end, begging You to allow me to cum knowing that i won't be allowed....yet.

             “slave, are you with Me?" Through my whimpers and pleas i try to answer though its no answer at all but enough to satisfy You that i am listening to You. "Listen closely slave, one drop at a time, starting between your breasts and continuing down your belly, slowly so that you feel the burn of each drop as it contacts your skin but I want you to stop before the first drops spills upon the mound of your pussy, do you understand ?" It takes a moment for me to absorb Your instructions but they do slip within my mind and i answer You, "yes, Master". My body winces with every drop that spills upon me, the first few drops between the breasts not bad but as the drops begin to fall upon the tender flesh of my belly my body fills with a new pain. Stopping before that first drop spills upon my pubic mound and i hold the candle above me, you seem to be giving my body time to acclimate to the new sensations of pain that have filled me. "Now slave, one drop on the top of your mound." Crying out as it splashes against my body. "Now another slave followed quickly by another." Doing just as you instruct, the first then the second and followed quickly by a third, "you can feel it moving towards your exposed clit cant you my pet ?" i answer quickly as my hips strain to reach for the pain, 'yes, Master' . "Can you imagine the pain that is going to fill you with each drop of that wax upon that clit, slave....are you ready for that ?" Through my whimpers i hear a voice almost unrecognized as my own, "yes Master" "Then do it now slave, take that first drop on your clit." Screaming as the first drop hits on my exposed swollen clit, it throbs against the pain, the first drop threatens to make me cum, biting into my lip to stop it. "Another now, slave", i know You can see the way my clit throbs in both ecstasy and pain and i allow another drop to spill upon my clit, followed by a third and fourth as i hear Your instructions to do so. "Now stop slave".

               I am given only moments before it is to continue, my tears streaming down my face. "Raise the candle above your mound again slave, and i want you to tilt it at the very place where your pussy lips begin, i want to see the wax flow around your clit and into your exposed pussy, a flow slave not by the drop, you will continue the flow until it moves into your pussy and across that beautiful puckered rosebud of yours, is that understood slave ?" Crying, 'yes, Master'. The candle in place, my body braced against nothing though trying to brace against the pain that i know is going to rip through me, how the wax is going to set my body on fire. The candle tilted, crying out as the wax flows around my clit and into my exposed pussy, my mind fighting the shaking that has filled me trying desperately to steady my hand and keep the wax from my clit asYou instructed. The wax continuing on its path across my exposed back passage, my body pulling at itself, the chains and clamps preventing me much movement, the straps that bind my legs open not allowing me to stop the heat that flows between my legs. The pain so extreme to the tender folds of my pussy and my bum that i feel my orgasm push through me unable to stop it, my cries escaping me even as i bite hard into my lip spilling that salty sweetness upon my tongue, my body wracked by pain and pleasure, the shaking feels as if it is tearing my clit and nipples from me. The intensity of the orgasm so extreme i am lost in it until i hear the anger in your voice, " you slut, how dare you cum without my permission." my body now trembling in so many mixed emotions, pain, pleasure and fear. "This will be dealt with slave but nows not the time, you are lucky that i don't take a strap to that exposed heated pussy." My cries, my pleas go unheard, there is nothing i can say to stop the punishment that i know will come and i know in my mind this session will be harshly extended.

              My tears flow steadily from the pain, but more  from the knowing of disappointment, than from the pure sexual release, i haven't noticed that You have risen from the place where You sat watching me so intently. Startled by the touch of Your hand against my cheek, my body jerking away from You, renewing the pain within my nipples and clit. My body quickly settling back in, You wiping my tears as You bend to kiss my lips gently, the sound of your voice so comforting as Your whispers fill me.

             "Hush my pet, no need for tears, You have pleased me as no other, even with You cumming before it was time. We are going to continue in a few moments, my wish for You now to calm yourself, to come back to me completely. I am going to help You and i will be gentle with You so there is no need for fear. I'm going to leave You for a moment to get the things I need, no fear my pet." Your voice, so calm, so steady, knowing what you tell me is the truth, the feel of Your lips upon mine before You turn and go. my body relaxing though it tightens the chains, renewing the pain and again i draw myself up tensing……

Girl enjoys writing stories and poems and many times just rambling on paper.  This is one of those such fantasies...