twoholewonder

At home with Rob, we decide to relax and while we are putting on comfy things, I decided I needed to molest my man. I began to do my best to molest him, using my arms, my hands, my mouth and my tongue until he was quite firm in my hand. I asked him to fuck me from behind, and I didn't stop molesting him until he was begging me to let him fuck me. "Please can it be now?"

I did oblige him, stripping away my clothes, letting him look upon my skin. I got upon my knees, ass up, and waited. Within moments he began to slap against me. While he was, I began to chant. "Goddess up in the stars, Goddess that is where you are, Goddess I see you in the sky, in the place between the stars"

and when he begins to fuck me, I begin to chant, "Goddess you lift me up, Goddess you lift me up to you, you lift me up to the stars with you" and we begin to exchange power. Each thrust against my cervix, that tiny enjoyable jolt of pain, sends me into the start of an orgasm. He pushes into me, as I feed it back into him. A perfect symbiosis moving between us.

It builds, and I can feel myself on the verge of explosions. I begin to channel our power outward. Surrounding our house, surrounding our loved ones, and sharing our hearts with them. As I felt the last vestige of power leave, he orgasmed into me, offering himself to the Goddess. He spent himself in me, giving me the last of the power, until I had funneled it all.

We collapsed on the bed, alive and afire.

*I wrote this with 2 different people in mind. They may or may not recognize themselves. *

She met her master at the hotel. She already knew what to expect. When he wanted black dick in her, he set up a room and they waited for him to arrive. Her on the bed naked and masturbating while her master watched. She put her bag down, and stripped her clothes off for inspection. He always checked his slut over before she got used, making sure she was what the dick requested: dirty and smelly, or clean. He touched her intimately, smelling her pussy and arms, then her ass as she bent over for him. When he was satisfied, he took her bag and dropped it in the bathroom, ushering her in. She unpacked her bag, and he watched her. When she turned to him, he gestured to the shower. "Use them all," he said, nodding to the enema bags hanging from the rail. She frowned slightly, but nodded and he shut the door.

He walked to the far side of the room, and sat down. Taking out his phone, he began making calls.

She examined ear bag, 2 were labeled Epsom, 1 said 'soap' and the last read 'water'. She started with the epsom, lubing her ass from the bar of soap, and then pushing the nozzle into her ass. She placed her bowl next to her, and filled it for use. Opening the valve then, she let the hot water expand her. She strained against the urges, forcing the liquid up into her large intestine. When she could wait no longer, she yanked the nozzle from her ass, and sat down on the toilet. Her ass exploded, and she picked up the bowl and began to smoke.

She knew the rules, for each enema, another full bowl. Somehow he always knew if she didn't take all of her medicine, and he had a favorite way to punish her ass. She smoked the first bowl, and then stood to clean herself and prepare the soap for next. She filled her second bowl, and then used the soap again to lube her hole. She slid the nozzle in, holding it in place with one hand while she released the valve with the other. She held back her cramps as best she could, until her body demanded release. Pulling the nozzle out, she sat and smoked her bowl. The sensations in her ass were starting to make her horny.

When her third bowl was ready, she picked up the epsom nozzle and pushed it into her sore and aching ass. She held it as she released the valve, but only could wait a few minutes before having to release. She sat hard, the water solution spurting from her ass. She panted hard, and then began to smoke. As she finished, she prepared the fourth, her hands moving slowly. She stood and pushed the water nozzle into her ass, unlubed. Her asshole was sore from the repeated shitting, and the nozzle was the largest of the four.

She pushed it in, and then opened the valve. She could feel the muscle spasms, and she was getting very wet. She let the water fill her. After several minutes, she pulled the nozzle and let the water drain from her ass. She smoked her final bowl, and stood slowly to clean herself off. She opened the door, and stepped into the room. He'd been in his chair, calling the various men he'd wanted to come service his slut today. They'd arrived, and were waiting in the adjoining room. He guided her to the bed, pushing her lightly to sit and then lay down. He propped pillows under her head, and handed her a hitachi. "Masturbate for me, while I watch," he said. "You can cum when I tell you to."

He moved and sat in his chair, and she spread her lips open. Placing the hitachi head on her clit, she held it in the place she loved, and turned it on. Immediately she could feel her pussy squeezing, spasming hard. She looked up to him, and he nodded. She came hard, her whole body tensing and releasing her orgasms. "Continue," he told her as she slowed. She nodded, and continued to masturbate. "Have another orgasm," he told her. "Have another, and then I've arranged to have your pussy eaten." She continued to masturbate, and when she came, she heard a slight buzz. She could see a black man enter the room. He was naked, and he walked over to where she laid. He pulled the hitachi from her, and rocked her hips up as he buried his face in her pussy.

She felt herself cum, but it was from a million miles away. Her body rocked on his tongue. "Sit on his face," the order came. He stopped eating her and laid down, pulling her into a rolled position sitting on his face. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her locked down. He continued eating her, chewing on her clit. She felt hands on her skin, spreading her ass cheeks. A tongue caressed her hole, and began to suck and fuck and lick her asshole. She rocked back onto their faces, eager to please her master.

He had always loved seeing his cunt used by black dick. He'd set up this diversion for himself to enjoy. He'd told these men she was a goddess, a slutty goddess. One whom had in her divine body fluid, the ability to bless dick. And so each had agreed to dip themselves in her mouth, her pussy and her ass that evening. Her holes would be sore and swollen when all were done, but each would have the opportunity to cum in her pussy and ass.

She felt a dick on her face, and opened her mouth for it. He took her head gently in his hands, and began to fuck her mouth slowly. She moaned around his dick. She became aware no one was eating her pussy, but that she'd been shifted. There was someone sliding under her, feet first, and his dick was being put in her pussy. She was sat down on him, and he ground into her cervix. He was long and thick, and he did not fit all the way. The attention to her ass stopped, and she felt a dick sliding into position. Her master stood at her ear, whispering threats, promises, punishments and encouragement, to take his dick in her ass. He was not thick, but long, and. he hit deeply into her. "Don't worry slut, they'll fit when we're done." Someone stepped in front of her, and slapped her face with a dick. She opened her mouth, and he pushed his thick dick into her mouth. He grabbed her head, and held her down on his cock.

"Everyone ready," master asked. A chorus of "ready" and master ordered them to start. They all began to fuck her holes. Master smiled as he watched. She'd had these 3 before, and they knew how to use her and get her off many times. What she didn't know was he'd found 12 total, and they were all having a go tonight. He leaned back, watching the wolves attack his slutty bait.

The Fucking and Fisting

He began to massage her. He spoke quietly to her, as his hands ran along her skin. Up and down her arms, down her back, between her thighs, and up against her skin, forcing her legs to spread. He grazed her skin lightly with her fingers, teasing her so that she panted with desire. Her felt her hips rise to meet his hand, and he slipped a bit deeper, pushing his fingertips inside her. Still he continued to repeat this, torturing her hole, barely offering her pleasure. Finally she shifted, and raised her ass high, putting her knees underneath herself.

He moved behind her, and sunk his fingers into his cunt. He fingerfucked her viciously, to distract her mind. While he worked her over, he put the lube on his dick, and then covered himself. With his greasy hand, he covered her asshole with his hand, and then penetrated her taboo. A few moments later, he guided his cock to her pucker. He leaned into her, pushing his head in her ass.

"Take Daddy's dick, fuck back on Daddy's dick," and he held still as she leaned back against him, trying to take him in her ass. She began to cry, and he soothed her, "take Daddy's dick in that tight hole slut, take it or Daddy will take it." She moaned then, and pushed back harder, steadily, against his cock. Slowly he could feel her ass open for him. He moaned to himself as she shifted back, and took his entire dick up her ass.

He shifted then, and took several pictures. Those would have use later. He took hold her hips, and slowly backed himself out of her hole. He stopped and pushed his way back in. "Better get looser," he said. "Fuck my black dick," he ordered, and he added more lube to his shaft. He watched her slide back and forth on his rod, and began to video her. After several minutes of watching her ride his hard dick, he took her hips, and began to fuck her.

She cried out as he reached deep, and began to beg for him to stop. She offered to be better, offered to not misbehave, offered to be a good girl if only he would stop...

She walked over to where he was at, and slowly dropped her shorts to the floor. Sidestepping from them, she pushed them out of the way. Moving toward him, she took his outstretched hands, and pulled him to his feet. Her hands moved down his chest, then to his waist. Unfastening his pants, she pushed them down. Her fingers sought his dick, and she dug under his underwear to wrap her fingers around his cock and tickle his shaft with her nails.

Her hands pushed his underwear down to his shorts, and then she stroked him lightly until he was hard. He backed up then, until he was seated again. He turned her away from him, and then pulled her back. As she moved, her feet spread, and she straddled over his hardened prick. "You know what Daddy wants," he said to her, and let go of her hands.

She reached down between her legs, and took hold his cock. Balancing herself on his knee, she guided his erection into her cunt. She rubbed the head of his cock against her lips. He grabbed her arm and reprimanded her lightly, "No slut, Daddy wants it in."

She whimpered, and then began to take him inside her hole. Slowly she sank down. She wasn't very wet, but she knew better to not pull off. Her lips were sore and painful, his size was catching them, and pulling them in, making her appear even tighter. He began to rock into her, thrusting his hips up and down. She moaned and her whole body twitched. He continued to fuck up into her, until he was deep inside her, his cock head resting against her cervix.

He reached up then, and pulled her arms above her head. "Keep them there," he whispered in her ear. He wrapped his arms around her chest then, and took hold her nipples. He spread his legs open, forcing her legs to spread. She was lost in sensation of his throbbing cock, his fingers massaging her nipples; she did not hear the door open. She was not aware someone else had entered the room, nor that he was naked. He knelt on the floor before them.

In a quick move, he spread her asscheeks, and thrust a narrow lubed dildo in her ass. Before she could cry out, his head bobbed down, and he began to tongue massage her clit. She moaned deeply, unable to quell the orgasm building. Her nipples, her ass, her pussy, her clit, all that the same time was sending her mind into overdrive. She felt her self control slip away. "milk Daddy's dick," he whispered to her.

Her body exploded then, and she milked his hard cock for an eternity. "Good, good," he cooed at her. She thought then that it was over, but the deep sensations were still attacking her body. She squirmed then, only making her situation worse. Now her ass was being fucked. The cock in her pussy was thrusting up into her again, and she felt overload approaching again.

"I'm gonna fuck my pussy good today," he said in her ear. "I'm gonna fuck this pusy hard. But I'm gonna cum in that ass."

Her body seized from the implied menace in his voice, and she began to cum again. "Daddy's gonna make you cum until I'm satisfied. Then I'm gonna cum in that ass." She felt the dildo in her ass be removed, only to have a larger one pushed inside her. It too was used to fuck her ass, and again he whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna cum in that ass."

After she came, he squeezed her tits hard. "You're gonna stay here, just like this, getting bigger and bigger dick in your ass, until you beg for my cock in there." She moaned, and felt the dildo replaced. This one was larger, and was tight inside her. She felt her ass being filled, and it was too much.

"Please fuck my ass!"

"Good girl," he said. "But first I need it properly lubed, don't I?"

He lifted her from his cock, and held her up and opened. The man whom had eaten her clit, stood and exhibited his erection to her. without preamble, he approached her and slipped his cock into her ass. "Yes slut," he said. "What sort of proper lube did you think I meant?"

Meanwhile, he'd taken her hips, and was thrusting deeply into her ass. With a few sudden moves, she felt him unload deep in her asshole. He pulled from her ass quickly, and as he moved out, she was shifted and lowered back down into Daddy's lap. She was lowered down onto his cock, impaling him in her ass. He let her sit there for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of her ass muscles milking his dick.

He shifted slightly, feeling her moan as her ass contracted around his dick. He began to bounce her on his dick. Her eyes found the other man, kneeling again between her legs. He held up a dildo, and a vibrator. Working the dildo slowly into her pussy, he placed the vibrator on her clit, and turned it on.

She began to moan and pant, begging for her orgasm. "Cum," was all he said, and her mind sprung from her body. Her back arched, and she mewled her release. His balls tightened then, and he unloaded his stores deep her his ass. She cried out as she felt his cum explode within her. Sitting still for a moment, he reached up and pulled her arms down. He let himself slip from her ass, and he pulled her legs up into his lap so that she was across it. He lowered her head to his shoulder, and held her. "Daddy's little slut was good today. Daddy's little slut earned her spanking, " he said as he pushed her legs open. He raised his hand, and brought it down on her pussy lips. Slowly and deliberately, firmly, he spanked her lips several times, waiting for her to whimper before metting out the next.

After several minutes he stopped. "Daddy's little girl is going to get my dick in her ass more often. Daddy's going to have that ass used properly. It needs lots of proper lube," and he smiled.

The Mindfuck

The mindfuck always revolves around masturbating. Always. The mindfuck doesn't vary much, but it's off in design. The primary action of the mindfuck, is between myself and a man. Usually it's a black man, but not always. But the voice, the voice that orders me to cum, that is always always his. I don't view him as part of the mindfuck, but it is still his voice I hear demanding it from me.

It starts...

I walk into a room, where you sit waiting for me. You pull me towards you, "Get undressed for Daddy." I remove my clothes, and set them aside. You sit me down next to you, and lean me back. As I go back, you push my legs apart. "Is my babygirl wet for Daddy? Is my cunt wet and ready for me?" I watch your eyes intently, unable to look away, unable to answer. You spread me open with your fingers, and begin to play with my clit. You never stop gazing in my eyes. Your fingers move, your hand spanks my lips, lips are spread apart, and you spank my clit. Over and over you continue. You stop, and pick up a hitachi. Resting it against my clit, you look at me in the eyes again. "Babygirl needs to have a wet cunty for Daddy. And I'm going to make it wet for me." You turn the hitachi on, telling me "You just lay there babygirl, and get wet for Daddy. No orgasming, understand?" And so I lay there, my body twitching, staring into your eyes, as you watch my face. After time, you turn the hitachi off, and push my legs open. You drop your pants, and roll me over, spreading my lips from behind. Slowly you sink into my pussy. I hear you moan as you enter me. "Now you need to milk Daddy's dick, and I'm going to help you with that." I feel something wet touch my asshole, and then a penetration. It's then I realize I'm getting an enema. You hold on to me, and push it in my ass. "Now you can milk Daddy's dick like a good whore," and you take my hips and begin to fuck me.

It is here, around this point, that I hear his voice. He demands it from me, my orgasm. He smiles at me, as I gaze into his face, my spasms causing me to buck against him, He asks for my orgasms, and I give them to him willingly.

   You tell me to smoke, until I am susceptible. I know what you want, and I smoke until I feel my brain starting to slip. I get undressed, and lay down near the edge of the bed. You blindfold me, and then spread open my lips, I feel something placed on my clit, and held against me.

   I can feel your breath on my neck, and you start to speak to me in calm, steady words.

   "I want you to relax. I want you to listen to my voice, and relax your mind. Relax your body and your mind. Listen to my voice. Just relax. Good.....good girl. I want you to relax for me. I'm going to play with your breasts and nipples. (And you do). From now on whenever anyone plays with your breasts and nipples like this, you will have an anal orgasm. You'll feel your clitoris vibrate and you will have an anal orgasm for me. Anyone doing this, (licking sucking and playing with my breasts), equals THIS (as you turn the hitachi on). When anyone sucks on your breasts, you will have an anal orgasm hard for me. Do you understand?"

   And whatever response I gave you, you turned off the hitachi, and removed it from my slit. Still you whispered to me.

   "Come here little girl, come back to Daddy. Daddy needs his girl. (And as I wake) Babygirl, come suck Daddy's duck hard. (bring me to it if I lack proper speed). Suck Daddy's dick little girl."

   As you grow hard, you push me off and around, pulling my legs open. You slid your dick into me, and begin to grind into me. As you move in me, you begin to speak to me.

   "I know you love having Daddy inside you. I know you love having Daddy in your ass." Your hands spread my asscheeks, and you lean in to slap against my asshole, as you pummel my pussy.

   "You can feel me thrusting in that tight hole already, can't you? This hole is tight little girl." I feel you move into me. I start to feel like my pussy is my tight ass. The more you talk and fuck me, the more my ass relaxes and wants you inside. Something wet touches me, and I feel your thumb slip into my ass. You rub and massage my hole, then pull your dick from my pussy. You bring it to my asshole, and start to lean into me. The whole time, you whisper to me, "That's it little girl, take Daddy's black dick. That's a good girl, impale yourself on Daddy like a good slut. Good slut, you take all my big black dick." And you encourage me, and pull me ever slightly back onto your cock. Soon you are completely in. You move slightly at first, barely rocking in and out. Moments go by as you grab my ass and begin to fuck me with the length of your shaft.

   I feel you orgasm in me, as I milk your dick empty. As you slip from my ass, you bring the hitachi to my clit and turn it on.

Her Black Daddy

She lay on the bed, still except for her eyes. She followed him as he moved around the room. She watched him undress, and then at and at the foot of the bed. He lifted hwr leg and foot, laying it on the bed on the side. "You keep it here", he told her. Her legs stilled,  held by his will alone. He placed her hands above her head, and she felt her muscles obey his unspoken command.

He ran his fingers down her sternum, around her navel, and to her pussy. He spread her lips, and rubbed her cunt. He stared into her eyes while he played with her. As he continued, he'd sometimes flare his fingers to spread her lips, only to spank her clit before returning to his rubbing. He kept on, hitting her clit harder and harder, He held her gaze as he watched her face contorted to the pain.

When she finally came close to pulling away, he shifted himself to straddle over her. He dropped his dick in my mouth, and began to facefuck me as he Ate my pussy. When he was ready, he rolled from her, and then flipped her over. Hauling her ass into the air, he repositioned her body. Spreading her open, he plunged his dick into her hole.

Slamming into her, he slammed harder when the vibrator slipped.

If I Had a Black Daddy or...
What I'd want my Black Daddy to do

I walked into the house, not sure what I expected. He shut the door behind me, and then turned and pointed to a chair. "Leave your shoes, clothes, and possessions there."

I nodded, kicking off my shoes. I pulled off my purse, and then undressed and placed my clothes on top of it. He stepped close to me, and took my hand. He walked off, pulling me behind him, and we entered another room.

There was a television on the far wall, a couch and coffee table between us and it. On the table were a plastic bag, a pipe and lighter. He led me to the seat, and pushed me down to sit. He handed me the items, and commanded me, "Smoke."

He said behind me, very close to me, and watched me intently fill the pipe, light it and smoke the contents. As I emptied it the first time, "again," amd I refilled the pipe and emptied it.

As I finished the second pipe, he finally leaned in toward me, and began to fondle my nipples. At first he used one hand, then he shofted and used both. He rolled them between his fingers, squeezing lightly, then harder. He slapped them lightly, then sucked on them hard. For several seconds he alternated between it all.

He stood up, dropped his pants, and straddled my lap. He pinned my arms with his legs, and took a handful of hair to pull my head back. With his free hand, he guided his dick to my mouth.

I opened my lips, and wrapped myself around his massive hard on. He began to fuck my mouth, almost reaching deep enough to gag me, but stopping just short. He continued to use my mouth, then stopped and pulled himself free of me.

He sat down next to me, and pulled me into his lap. "Get on this dick," he said, pulling me over. I shifted and stood slightly, aimed his dick to my pussy, and began to shift down. He grabbed my arms, and pushed my legs open with his knees.

I fell hard onto his hick, felt him hit the bottom of my cunt, and I whimpered from the pain. His hands shifted, and he lifted me up and down a few times. After he was content on his depth, he grabbed my arms again, and pulled them behind me.

I didn't see the other man approach us, nor even noticed him at all, until I heard the click and vibration of the toy he held. My lips were spread, and something vibrating was rested, then pushed against my clit.

My cunt began to spasm, and I heard him whispter in my ear, "Good cunt, milk daddy's dick." I began to twitch on him, and I felt him responding to my movements, by flexing his cock. He held me steady, as the vibrating was replaced by a tongue. It was then I felt a finger touching my ass.

It moved up and down my crack, exploring me, then stopped on my asshole. I felt something cold and wet on my skin, and the finger pushed in my ass. He shifted his grip on my arms, holding them both in one of his, and with his free hand covered my mouth.

The finger stopped, only to be replaced by two. I was fingerfucked hard and fast. Two was replaced with three. Those fingers reached deep into me, and then became four. I was thrashing, trying to escape, but still they reached into my ass. At one point, they stopped moving, only long enough for me to hear, "you want it to stop cunt? Then you need to take my duck in your ass."

As I refused, the fingers returned, finger fucking my ass until again, a pause, and the same question. I couldn't take it any longer, and nodded my agreement. "Say it cunt."

"I want your dick in my ass, please"

He let go of my arms, and the fingers moved. He pushed me to stand before him, and I looked at the man who'd been fingering my ass. He smiled at me, and I felt scared. Behind me hands took hold and pulled me back. I felt his dick at my asshole, and then slowly I moved down onto his lap. My legs were pulled out from under me, and I sank hard and fast. I moaned and tried to pull off, but I could not.

I felt my lips spread again, and the vibrating again on my clit. I felt the orgasm, building, and when it hit, I heard his voice, "oh fuck" in my ear.

The vibrating stopped, and I felt a pressure on my pussy. The other man pushed his way into me, holding my hips to thrust into me. As he fucked my pussy, the cock in my ass started to thrust up into me. I whimpered, but was told. "you're just my whore and cunt. my cum dump. Tell me you like it."

I babbled out my words, hoping more and more that this would stop. I begged for them to go deeper, stretch my holes wide. I felt the one in front slow, my slit spread, and then vibration again on my clit.

He pulled her across his lap and wrapped his fingers in her hair. With his free hand he lifted his cock up to her lips and her head was pulled down to it. "Put it in your mouth," he told her. She opened her mouth and felt her head guided down onto his hardening cock.

His fingers wrapped on her head he guided her head to bob up and down on his dick. Every now and then he would push her head down hard nearly forcing her to gag on it and then he pulled her back up and down again fucking her mouth.

"That's it baby," he said, "suck my cock. Use your hand, yes, that's how I like it," he added, as her hand wrapped the shaft and moved up and down and around.

He began to kiss and nuzzle on her ass cheeks, pulling her closer to his mouth, his lips caressing her skin. Fingers reached into her slit, and he sank them into her pussy. Bucking on his fingers, and rocking on his cock, she shook hard as the first set of orgasms moved through her. His cock freed from her mouth as she gasped, and he stopped long enough to reach down and straighten his dick back to get lips.

"Put it back in your mouth," he told her. She took him in again, and began to work him over with her tongue and hand. She felt something pushing on her pussy, and then he shoved a large dildo into her. She moaned again around his cock, as he began to fuck her with it. It seemed forever as he made her suck his dick while he fucked her hole. She could feel her mind slipping away to that happy place.

"Are you going to cum for me? Are you?" He asked as her orgasm rose to attention. She nodded and meeped out a muffled "yes".

"Then cum," he said in a hard voice. She rose up slightly, her body and mind shattered as she orgasmed and twitched. As her spasms slowed, he pushed her to the side, grabbed her hips, and thrust himself into her.

He moved in deep long strokes, pushing against her walls and into her cervix. Her body buckled and she moaned, another orgasm clenching him in. He pounded hard then, his need overtaking him, and he thrust hard as he came inside her.

On the phone with my mom, and she tells me she's hanging up so she can go #2. I'm thinking, ok, I've listened to others before, I've watched before, but not with my mom, that's just too weird for me. But then we have this conversation...

Mom: I have to go to the bathroom and take a poop, and I'm not going to take you with me.

Me: um...ok, never mind.

Mom: What is it?

Me: I'm not telling you. Trust me, smile and nod, it's too much information.

Mom: Tell me anyway, I'll think up all sorts of weird things.

Me: You really want to know? Ok. I'm warning you though, you'll be squicked.

Mom: So tell me already.

Me: I know people who like to watch other people take a poop. From underneath that person.

Mom:  Oh, that's so weird. Do they get it on their face?

Me: Yes, mom.

Mom: Oh....that's just....so....weird....

(I'm dying of laughter at this point)

Me: I did tell you it was going to be TMI for you, but you still wanted to know.

(Now she's laughing)

Mom: Yes, next time I promise I'll take your word for it.

Me: Good idea.

And what's funnier still to me, is even though she thought it was weird, she didn't sound exceptionally grossed by it. I love my mom. She's just too damn cool sometimes.

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Makes me really think about all those people into toilet play...

The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

He'd arrived the day before, and been shown where to stow the few belongings he'd brought at the moment. He knew soon all he owned would belong to Her, and excitement bubbled under his skin. She'd given him a small tour of the home, it wasn't big, and he'd mesmerized the rooms and various chores She'd pointed out. He knew there'd be more added to the list, once things were in full swing in a few days.

As She had gone to bed, She'd pointed to the cage for him. It was empty, and he knew he'd have to earn a cushion, pillow and blanket. She took him outside, and ordered him to pee in the grass. He was Her pet, Her dog, Her slave now, and would use the yard as often as possible, then clean up after himself. He laid on the cold metal, watching Her close the door. She didn't lock it. "Goodnight Fido," She'd said with love in Her voice.

In the morning, he had let himself out of the cage, and had used the bathroom.

Remembering Her words about the yard, he knew it was too visible in the morning light for him to be seen. He'd instead used the facilities, shamed he could not go outside where he belonged. Finishing, he went to the kitchen, and began preparing Her breakfast. He paused long enough to pull on shorts. Her chosen mate was already up for the day, and had ignored the dog. As the food finished cooking, he set it aside on a plate for Her, and went to wake Her.

Slowly he lifted the sheets, and crawled into the bed beside Her. He trembled at being allowed so intimate and close a moment with his Goddess and Owner. Gently he touched Her, running his fingers over Her skin, touching Her intimately until She rolled over half awake and allowed his fingers access to Her body. He brought Her fully awake through Her orgasm and then got up from beside Her. He went back into the bathroom, and knelt on the shower floor.

She entered a few moments later, and stood in front of him. Hefting a leg up, and spreading Her lips, She peed on Her dog. He angled himself to try to drink it all, and then as Her stream weakened, he leaned in and licked the remains from Her. She stood then, and went to eat Her morning meal. Wiping the remains from his body, he dried himself, and went to the kitchen. He knelt beside Her, watching Her drop occasional scraps on the floor for him. "Good morning, Fido, good doggy," She crooned as She petted his head.

He got down on his hands and knees, and felt at home at last.

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This is being posted to multiple sites. If you are interested in participating and being used for my purposes, contact me privately.

I am seeking a white boy for cuck purposes.

You must be between the ages of 25-35 and under 6' tall.
This is non-negotiable and requested by the bull.

Your origin can be anywhere local to Lynchburg and Rchmond. You will need to be able to travel to both locations on demand.

Cucking will take place likely in Richmond, though this may shift with time.

Another Fine Specimen for the Darwin Awards

From: Creep
Dated: 8/7/14 5:44 PM

Good Afternoon,

You seem like a woman that I would enjoy getting to know. I see that you are a VA woman. I simply adore your profile. I would love to show you Western New York. My name is Creep. I live on a small farm (40.3 acres) in Western, NY. I am a retired US Marine Colonel. I now work as an engineering Director for a Fortune 100 Company. I am 6'4" about 230 lbs. I can be found frequently in my Gym throughout the week. You have totally piqud my interest and I would enjoy exploring the possibilities with you. Please feel free to say hello anytime. I do have photos to share if you are interested. I would love to hear from you. Perhaps you use yahoo messenger?

Warm Regards,
Creep

From: Me

Hi Creep-

Thank you for your kind words. It has been a long time but I have been to NY, though perhaps not where you are located. I spent a couple summers vacationing in Sherman, NY. I would love to get to know you, and perhaps one day see your farm. My yahoo is under ____

I look forward to knowing you better.

Best -
Me

Then through YIM, I get comments like:

Creep: as a boy i was a serious criminal in the TRI-STATE area....lol. ALL of my friends went to prison.

Me: and what sort of woman do you seek?
Creep: just one who is smart enough for me to teach. no drama. and understands that True Doms are rare and she wants to serve me in payment for the life and protection and teaching that i provide for her.

Creep: your life style is your own. i judge no one.

Creep: to have such a lovely woman provide pleasure to me would make me a happy Dom. and i would always make her a baby girl princess in my presence.

Creep: i have my critters, my crops...i'm good.
i teach classes at my BDSM club in Niagara Falls on Sunday afternoons...so, i can spank ass when the spirit moves me. my basic needs are met.
Me: as long as it is not mine LOL
Creep: Tina, you are safe. I would probably not recognize you in passing in the mall.

Creep: i learned these tricks from women....lol.
i am 6'4" about 230 lbs. but I can bench press 480 lbs. in the gym. a 250 lb. woman is a rag doll to daddy....lol.
Me: oh my...
Creep: >>>US Marine. the best that the US Government has to offer friend.
Me: oh my gods
Creep: men, i just sort of snap them.

Creep: well with 3 doms. i am sure that you are not wanting.
Me: I do not play with 3 dominants
my bf is dominant, but he does not dominate me
my second bf is dominant, but he too does not dominate me
the 3rd is simply a fuckfriend
Creep: awesome. i don't judge people.

Creep: an ass must be properly trained over a period of 3 weeks, using small, medium, then large but plugs. 4th week it is ready to be fucked....
Me: I cannot wear normal plugs, those shaped like trees do not work for me
it is part of the problem I have faced
I can use and wear those shaped as small versions of dicks
Creep: yes dear.

Creep: well, my standards are different than most. i dont give a shit about what other men think regarding ANYTHING of this world.
Creep: if a man looks at me funny, i have no problem killing his ass, put a tarp on him and throw his ass in rosebud mine in Wheeling, west va.
on my mothers life, i swear this by God.

And then, when I am slightly delayed in replies (and talking to my bf at the same time in the house)

Creep: one word replies. you must be busy. great talking with you. talk again soon hopefully. be well Tracey.
Me: who is tracey?
nevermind
goodnight Creep
Creep: ___. close enough.
night.
you are the one fucking three motherfuckers...___, Tracy...it was close enough. dont dare get a fucking attitude with me wench.
Me: no, it's not, because it's not my name. but whatever. You're a scary motherfucker. You got a nice dick, but you're scary. I don't know I want to have anything to do with you. Killing people just because they look at you funny? That's creepy. I wouldn't trust you around anyone I know. We all look funny.
fuck off, I will attitude at you all I like
you are not my dominant nor my Daddy
and you who don't judge, you got alot of fucking nerve trying to insult the men I love

 This is getting posted to more than one site, so you may see it around.

I require a domestic to clean my kitchen.

Male or female may apply for the position; it will be an ongoing/as needed service. I may choose to use more than one in this way, depending on whom approaches.

The domestic will wear heels and white cotton panties while working. Work will take place at the day/time of my choosing.

You will be responsible for:

washing all dishes, silverware, pots and pans
sweeping and mopping the floor
cleaning the stovetop and microwave
drying all washed dishes
wiping down the table

If you wish to be rewarded for your service or punished afterward, this MUST be negotiated in advance.

Domestic will meet with me at a location of my choice. Domestic will leave their car, get into mine, and be blindfolded. I will drive us back to my home, where you will be given the opportunity to strip, change and prepare for your role. You will not be given access to the location of my home.

If you are familar with where I live, you may drive yourself. If you choose to do this, you will arrive in white cotton panties and heels. You may wear a robe to cover yourself in public.

You may private message me on this site to request a position. Age / body type / gender / identification is not an issue.

   There are many things about me most don't know. Probably at the top of that list, is my religious persuasions. If you have to label me, I'm pagan, with Buddhist leanings. But I'm just as easily described as a chaos mage. One of my deities has always been Lilith. In a nutshell, she is evil, sadistic, cruel, dark, and lots of fun to let loose.

   Years ago, in a moment of possible stupidity, I invoked Lilith to come to me. Invoked - basically asked her to possess me, and use my body as her vessel. Perhaps not the smartest thing I'd ever done, but the results were rather interesting. The submissive I was with at the time, said the room was noticeably colder; my voice, personality and demeanor changed; and I ended up telling him things about himself that no one else knew. Things I couldn't have known.

   Over the years, other people have experienced this 'phenomenon'. Lilith occasionally comes forward, making herself known to others in my life, and if she likes them well enough, she will feed from them. Among many other things, Lilith is the Queen of the Succubi; she feeds from sexual energy and lust, and the act of sadistic lust, that which comes about from dominating and hurting a willing victim, will send her into a state of euphoria.

   Yesterday I spent some time with a friend who also adheres to Lilith. I let her loose, and she fed from him, drained him. He willingly allows her to feed, and in the process, worships her through me. Normally I don't tell people these things. Mostly because religion is a private thing to me; I don't desire to explain my beliefs or actions to anyone. What I've experienced has been enough for me to believe, I do not expect others to believe on my sayso alone.

   But as I meet more and more people, eventually possibly, she may find another she likes. She may make her presence known. And when that time comes, it's probably going to be a good idea this background information is available.

Received this message today: 

      I'm amused that the user name implies people should be who they are, without taking into consideration any one else's opinion, yet said user feels the need to attempt to put me down for his own dislike of my person. Being me for me. After this message was sent, I was promptly blocked, from even being able to reply. 

       So I wonder if said user feels better now after his attempt to put me down? Not sure if his comment has more to do with his own failures in life or just a need to strut and preen. 

Women Over 40

“As I grow in age, I value women who are over forty most of all. Here are just a few reasons why: A woman over forty will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, “What are you thinking?” She doesn’t care what you think.
If a woman over forty doesn’t want to watch the game, she doesn’t sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it’s usually something more interesting.
A woman over forty knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of forty give a hoot what you might think about her or what she’s doing.
Women over forty are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it’s like to be unappreciated.
A woman over forty has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn’t trust the guy with other women. Women over forty couldn’t care less if you’re attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won’t betray her.
Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over forty. They always know.
A woman over forty looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over forty is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They’ll tell you right off if you are a jerk, if you are acting like one! You don’t ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over forty for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it’s not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of forty-plus, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some twenty-two-year-old waitress.
Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free,” here’s an update for you. Now 80 percent of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it’s not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage.”

It only takes one asshole to screw up everything for everyone else. Congratulations, Mr Asshole. 

The Egg  By: Andy Weir

This is one of the most fantastic, most meaningful stories I have ever read. It is something which allows me to always see the bigger picture in life, and to deal with tragedy and joy with equal hope for the future. It is the smoky mirror we all stand in front of, it is the unity we seek with one another, it is the answer. Take from it what you will.

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

...sigh... 

great orgasms killed by a little blood, and alot of shit. that's how it goes sometimes. 

The Taunt 

"If you want this pussy so badly, you come claim it," I taunted you. I didn't think you'd have the guts to do it, for all your talk online. You didn't seem the follow-through type, and I felt safe ripping daring you.

 I got offline, and promptly forgot about my words, and thought nothing of you for several days, until you called me on the phone. "Hello slut, I'm here to claim my pussy. You will meet me, at my hotel, now," and then you hung up.

 More curious than anything to find out how real this was, I put myself together and drove to the address you'd given me. I scanned the lot, parked, and went inside. As I entered, my phone rang again.

 "Good slut, come to my room. There will be a blindfold on the door. Put it on and knock," you said and disconnected.

 I went to the room, and saw the blindfold hanging on the knob. I put it on, slightly worried, but aroused, and knocked on the door. I heard it open, felt hands pulling me in the room, and the door shut.

 "Strip," and I shucked my shoes, coat, dress and laid my phone and keys atop the pile.

Hands touched me, running over my skin, and grasping at my nipples. I drew a sharp breath, as a hand slid down to my crotch, and pushed up between my legs toward my warmth. My legs were moved apart, and I felt a finger slip inside me. I'm wet from the touching, and the hands disengage and I'm moved through the room.

 "Up on your knees, here," and my hands are placed on the edge of a bed. I crawl up and position myself, and feel you spread my lips. Your cock pushes against my lips, and then you penetrate me and begin to fuck my pussy. You thrust hard and deep, hitting my cervix, and I whimper and start to cry.

 I feel your balls tighten, and I brace for the final thrust of your orgasm. Instead though, you pull from my pussy, and plunge into my ass. I scream from the pain and try desperately to pull away. You pause in your thrusting, "You, sit there," and I feel the bed shift and feel the presence of someone sitting by my head.

 Panic starts to creep in, as a cock is dropped in my face. "Open your mouth," but I refuse. You pull back and thrust again, and as I open my mouth to scream, the cock is shoved into my mouth. It's hard and almost in my throat. I choke back my scream, and try to keep him from moving deeper.

 "Now if you pull away, you'll gag. So your choice, hold still like a good slut or gag." You took my hips, and started to fuck my ass again. I scream again around the cock and try to move away, only to nearly gag.

 You rock deeply into my hole, and I start to cry. The cock in my mouth is hard, and I can feel it twitch in my mouth as your thrusts push me up onto it. I hardly notice when your balls tighten, and you spasm and unload into my ass.

 You thrust hard a few more times, finally slow and stop. I feel you withdraw from my ass, and I nearly sigh, until..."There you go gentlemen, as promised, sloppy seconds..."

Messages Received

So I got this message tonight, and I thought my reply was tame compared to what I was thinking.... Perhaps I should have said what I was thinking, because then his reply at least would have some merit, but all I can do is wonder what sort of manners this man's mother taught him?

Him on 3/1/14 at 8:54 PM:
just browsing and saw your profile, did you just join? if you did then welcome!!
how do you like it so far? meet anyone interesting or mostly just freakshows?? lol :)
anyway just wanted to send you a friendly hello.
hit me back if you're interested.......and hi I'm HIM by the way..................

Me on 3/1/14 at 9:09 PM:
Hello, I'm not brand new...not to CM or to kink. I like it fine here, I've met some wonderful submissives, that I look forward to using. There are no "freakshows" here. If that's how you see people here, why are you even here? There are other sites with no "freaks" for you to meet people on. Try facebook.

Good day to you.

Him

fuck you, psycho

And he wonders I'm sure what sparked my abrasive reaction to his initial message...

Sunday morning sitting in the lobby of the hotel, and one of our guests, found me, and offered to massage my aching feet. I could actually feel my toes again when she was done. I'm pretty sure I could use a good all over rub down, especially more love on my calves and feet, but I'm just not sure when that will happen...

Lessons

This will be posted by me, in more than one location, on multiple websites, under different names. Please don't panic.

So, those of you who pay attention, probably realize I'm eyeball deep in a convention right now. There are very few things I'm passionate about in my life, my convention is one of them. I've been staff since inception, and it is something I thoroughly enjoy doing. As such, anyone who is interested in any kind of relationship with me, will find one of the more immediate questions I ask is "Are you a geek?"

I don't expect you to be a hardcore gamer geek. But I need someone who will view my convention, as an integral part of my life. Someone who will view it with the same degree of fun, wonder, excitement as I do, who will support the event, staff it, work it, and make it run without a hitch.

Someone who does not waffle between showing and not, only to show and then abandon the same day, because after promising to be there and help, decides they don't want to work after all.

Now, being I'm dominant to start with, I imagine you may have some inkling of how upset I was. I'd been offered by someone to be my personal minion during the event. Someone who said they'd help with the event, and then would be around to massage me in the evening when I didn't even want to stand, let alone move. And said minion...yea, left.

And my emotional rage, at being left like this, without a volunteer for the convention (which makes everyone else's job harder), without a minion (which means I'll wake up tomorrow aching even more than I do now), without a friend (who I counted on to tell me the truth), without a man who claimed to be submissive to me, and now I find it was all a lie. I find myself having issues believing anything said at this point to be true.

Stories of "I'll suck cock for you" float through my mind and all I can see is his back as he walks out the door. What was that? Some bullshit to wank to?

I am hurt, pissed, disappointed, and painfully thoughtful that my trust may have been completely misplaced. I am sure come morning, I may see this in a different light. Perhaps I won't care, perhaps I'll shuffle it under the rug (I do have a con to finish, another 2 days worth) and perhaps I'll act like nothing ever happened. But trust is a harder battle to rebuild. And though it may seem like it, nothing will ever be the same again.

A Bang in the Woods

Friends -

a dear friend has offered his home for the purpose of having a bang even for me. If you'd like an invite, Please message me and tell me about yourself and why I should invite you. We're just in the planning stages now folks, but I'm hoping with enough advance warning you'll all be able to show up. 

Location: VA

Contact: me, for address or directions

Time: 48 hour duration

Date: TBD