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| I am looking for and am only interested in one girl, and am very selective. She is to be my prized possession; cherish, disciplined, nurtured, taught, used and kept.
Woman who just enjoy being beaten need not apply.
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She tried not to, but she couldn't help herself. She paced. "Not very feminine of you" he would say, with that wry grin of his.
She noticed that the drapes and blinds were wide open. She nearly screamed aloud. He didn't give her permission to prance around naked or in lingerie in front of the open windows for all to see. She reflectively closed her eyes and shuttered at the thought of men watching her through the windows. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at her chest. Her nipples protruded through the expensive silk lingerie he had bought for her on his last trip. She was now so wet, she felt a single drop moving down her inner left thigh. She got used to it. He didn't want her to wear panties in case he wished to use her for his own pleasure, but was it really his own pleasure when
he pleased her so? She closed her eyes again and moaned softly at the thought of him inside her.
She didn't know how long she was in the trance, but she abruptly returned to reality and darted to the windows, but stopped dead in her tracks, remembering her training. When she ran, she felt the heavy stainless steel collar around her neck flap up and down onto her collar bone and that made her wetter. She closed her eyes and took a
deep breath and whispered "I belong to My Master. I am My Master's Goddess." All the tension in her body vanished. A smile crossed her face and she giggled from the feelings. How she loved being owned. How she misses him when he's away. Two days without being used by her Master, even though he'd call her and text her commands, he didn't let her play with herself for two days. She was so...hungry for her Master's touch, his fierce grip, his slap, his spankings. She missed him so.
There was a loud grumbling sound. It was the garage door opening! He was home!
She walked to the inner garage door, as he taught her to walk; nose up, shoulders back, right hand, perfectly manicured hanging limp from her wrist. She heard the car door close in the garage, which distracted her enough to trip over an area rug. She regained her balance and laughed aloud, remembering when she did that in the parking lot so very long ago.
The keys were dangling in the lock and her heart rate suddenly increased. The door slowly opened, and she smiled.
It was so hard not to touch herself, but he trained and disciplined her well. After so many years of masturbation, and sex with so many men, it became second-nature just to want to please herself, or others, but now it was only by his command. He made made sex so...intense, so fun, so inviting. He said it wasn't her fault. "God made her so damn sexy that all men wanted her," he'd say. "Your beauty and femininity are too powerful to resist," he said. "I must own you."
Tom, her Master, owner and husband walked in to their home. He was wearing a suit and his black trench coat, carrying a worn backpack and duffle bag. He dropped the duffle bag and backpack by the door, all the while staring at her with a fierce look of desire. He returned the smile. He couldn't help himself. She always made him smile.
Melissa walked up to the duffle bag and backpack to pick them up and put them away for her Master, when he suddenly grabbed her by the hair, pulled her to him and gave her a deep affectionate kiss like a lion about to devour his prey. She felt her knees weaken. He sensed this and grabbed her by the throat to hold her up.
She felt her nipples brushing against the lace of her lingerie. She closed her eyes and surrendered to his hunger for her. She felt the stubble of his unshaven face on her chin; his tongue digging deep in her mouth and his harsh, but gentle hand affixed onto her throat and she remembered once again why she felt so complete, so happy, so sexy.
She drove him as crazy as he did her.
After a time, he released her. "On your knees," he commanded. She quickly complied, thinking that she may finally be able to have cock after two days of starvation.
She assumed the slave position, as she read in the Gor novels he demanded she'd read. Back straight, legs spread, head bowed down.
"Yes, My Master," She replied.
There was a moment of silence as he pulled off his trench coat and threw it onto the floor next to him. She would have to pick that up, she thought to herself.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked, in his deep, demanding voice.
"I belong to you, forever," She replied immediately.
"Good girl," He said, and began unbuckling his belt, unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his cock. The moment she heard him unbuckling his pants, her heart began to race again. She closed her eyes, and tried to control her breathing, but it was no use. She was too hungry for him. She can still feel his hand around her throat.
She peeked up to see his cock and noticed he was hard for her. That made her happy. Yes, she was a nymphomaniac and he knew it. He loved it.
Suddenly, he grabbed her hair and dragged her to the sofa. She whined a bit because it hurt, but it hurt in a good way as she felt her butterfly drip in anticipation. What was he planning?
He used his other hand to grab her by the back of the neck and threw her face first over the back of the sofa. She knew her ass was sticking out from under the lingerie she was wearing. He slapped her ass hard, right in the area that has the nerve-endings that connect to her genitalia and she thought she was going to cum. She groaned aloud
as he spanked her, and spanked her.
He then grabbed her butterfly as if it were his possession, because it is and in one fluid motion inserted his middle finger inside her butterfly. She couldn't help herself, she yelped and then sighed in pleasure as every nerve ending in her body caught fire.
She turned her face from inside the pillow on the sofa to see him. He was staring at her, like he does when he plans on showing her who owns her. She watch as he inserted his cock inside her butterfly and she moaned in delight.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked as he began to violently pound his cock inside her.
She gasped, "I belong to you, forever. I am My Master's Goddess." She was on fire as every cell of her body and soul was ignited with a deep sense of belonging, of desire, of pleasure beyond she ever imagined. She wanted to giggle in happiness, but he told her not to do that while he was using her.
He continued to ram his cock inside her and she began to feel her first orgasm building.
"Cum for me, Goddess!" he demanded. "I said cum for me!"
"Yes...uhhhh, My...ohhh, Master," she could barely get the words out before her body quivered in a powerful orgasm. She felt her body flap around on the sofa as her body quaked in orgasm, and once that subsided, she felt another quickly build and he just continued to pound her hard, strong and unrelenting.
"Oh...my...God," she whispered as her eye rolled back in her skull.
"Thank...you, My..Master," She whispered. She was to thank him for every orgasm, even if it were by her own hand, or someone else. She flashed back to when he allowed her to have that young boy and how she had to text him "Thank you, My Master." She was concerned that the boy would think her odd, but it only made him want her more.
He started to slap her ass hard as he fucked her like an animal. Breathing heavy he yelled "Where the fuck is the butt plug?"
She darted her eyes open in horror, but it only lasted a brief moment as another orgasm was about to explode. She had forgotten to insert the butt plug this morning.
He slapped her ass again, and again. Tom admired the redness of her ass and smiled. She had not followed a direct order. That was very rare and would require special discipline.
She wanted to cry. How could she have forgotten? Another orgasm exploded throughout her body and she nearly screamed.
She gasped, and then whispered, "Thank you, My Master."
Tom didn't hear. He had his eyes closed, just focusing how wonderful his wife's butterfly felt around his cock. She was so wet, and still tasted so sweet. "Ohhh, you feel so damn good," he said aloud, while pounding his cock inside her. He could feel his cock hit something deep inside her and it just made him harder.
"Thank you, My Master." She responded to her Master's praise, as she felt yet another orgasm build deep inside her body. She felt completely submissive, feminine and beautiful. She also felt the collar on her neck bounce onto her collar bone with his pelvic
thrusts, her titties bounced with every penetration and her heart melt at his praise.
"You're mine, you hear me! Mine!" he screamed and then slapped her butt so hard, it made her pop her eyes open in surprise.
"Yes, My Master." She responded girlishly.
"Good girl!" he screamed, while he continued to violently fuck her tiny body. "Just because all the boys want to fuck you, let you fuck and suck some of them, and allow you a boy and girl toy doesn't mean you are not owned property -- you understand!! You're my fucking wife and fuck doll, you understand?!"
"Yes...uh, My ..uh, Master" she was on the verge of another orgasm and found it hard to concentrate. She was trained to focus on the three simple rules when lost in her pleasure to the point where she would lose focus on her duties as his slave, wife, soul mate, lover and friend.
1)Be pretty, 2) Obey and 3) Please
She recalled their wedding, when she surrendered to him in the traditional, socially accepted manner. They had used Victorian weddingvows:
I, Melissa, take you, Tom, to be my wedded Husband. With deepest joy I
come into my new life with you. As you have pledged to me your life
and love, so I too happily give you my life, and in confidence submit
myself to your headship, so I will be to you. Husband, I will live
first unto you, loving you, obeying you, caring for you and ever
seeking to please you. God has prepared me for you and so I will ever
strengthen, help, comfort, and encourage you. Therefore, throughout
life, no matter what may be ahead of us, I pledge to you my life as an
obedient and faithful Wife.
It was the combination of being spanked on the ass while being fucked doggie style, with his long, slow thrusts that was taking her over the edge into another orgasm.
"Y-yes, M-my Mmm-master," she said quivering from the vibrant senses rushing through her body like hot lava filling a deep canyon.
"Oh...Master, that feels so good..."
Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with love for him so much she just wanted to hold him and kiss him and feel his strong arms around her, but she knows that's for later, while in bed.
Tom continued to rhythmically pull his cock almost completely out of her, then slowly thrusting it as deep as he could ram it into his wife, then repeated it, relentlessly. Sometimes, he just loved doing this for an hour. He knew she would only need a couple of hard spankings to the sensitive part of her ass for the nerve endings to set the charge and force her to climax. He just needed one last thing...
"Cum for me my Goddess," he said softly into her ear. "Cum for he who owns you body and soul."
That was what took her over the edge.
Melissa couldn't help it, she screamed in ecstasy, "Oh MY GOD! Ahhhh!!
As Melissa squirmed and shook from her orgasm, Tom couldn't help but smile. It pleased him to please her. He felt his cock get harder inside her as he continued his slow purposeful thrusts. He closed his eyes and concentrated all his senses to her butterfly, which was now wetter from her orgasms. She felt so good, he just wanted to do this
all night, but she disobeyed him, and that requires severe punishment. She needed it in the midst of they're wild love life. They were both insanely insatiable and fed off each other always, as it always should be. He said a prayer to himself "Thank you God for my soul mate. Thank you for Melissa."
He thought it odd for a moment that he be grateful for his wife while using her for pleasure, but was it really his pleasure or hers? He wouldn't cum, yet, so wasn't he just selflessly pleasing his wife as he knows she needs, desires and wants beyond capacity of normal people? He believes it and he believes God does too; otherwise he wouldn't have been blessed with such a sweet, affectionate Goddess.
Melissa groaned. He loved her voice; he hungered for her groans of pleasure.
He suddenly ferociously started to pound her butterfly. He rammed her
hard and deep until she gasped. He loved her tenderly, affectionately
and unconditionally and that frightened him sometimes because they had
such a bond that he only wanted her. She's fucked others, or actually
they fucked her and he had the pleasure of watching. That thought made
him harder, knowing that that his cock was inside his slutwife, where
others have emptied themselves.
He spanked her ass again and Melissa screamed. He had hit her hard,
but in the perfect spot.
"Oooh, Thank -- you, My Master." She said softly. She sounded spent.
"Unacceptable," he thought. "I am not fucking done with you."
"Time for your punishment," he said aloud and pulled out his cock from
her butterfly and grabbed a fistful of her hair.
Melissa felt him pull out and even though her body was quivering in
pleasure spasms, she felt emptiness. She wanted him inside her again.
She felt him grab her hair and her nipples tingled.
He pulled her up from the sofa and brought her face to his. He gazed
upon her. She was flush with sex. He liked that. He gave her another
deep, loving kiss. He let go of her hair for a moment and put his arms
around her, tenderly holding her, reassuring her that she is safe and
loved forever.
She melted in his arms, and could barely stand on her own, but he held
her up. Melissa was confused, partly from her body being used for
sexual pleasure and partly because she was in her trance. She felt so
good, so whole, but didn't he just say that she was to be punished?
This wasn't punishment; this was heaven.
He surprised her (like he always does) by grabbing a fistful of her
hair again with one hand and the collar around her neck with the
other. He pulled her hair back because he liked how it parted her
lips. He whispered in her ear, "You belong to me. I love you -- do you
fucking understand how much I fucking love you? DO YOU?"
Melissa's knees buckled. She loved it when he was passionate about his
feelings towards her. She just loved him.
"Y-yes, My Master," she replied obediently, bowing her gaze downward
as a good slave girl.
Tom glanced down to her chest and saw that her nipples were hard,
protruding through the silk. He thought he was going to cum she was so
sexy, so delicate, feminine, sensual -- he must always own her.
Always.
He pulled on the collar. "This means YOU ARE MINE!" he yelled. "This
collar is more important than that wedding ring you wear, do you
understand?"
"Yes, My Master." Melissa then looked up into his piercing eyes.
"Those eyes..."she thought. "He's fucking me again with those eyes."
She felt a wetness drip from her butterfly, down her inner thigh and
before she could finish the thought, he kissed her again -- deep and
hard, and then abruptly pulled away. He let go of the collar and
pushed her down to her knees using her hair.
He had demanded that she grow her hair longer when she finally
surrendered to him. It was down to her waist and beautiful because he
demanded she goes to the beauty salon every two weeks and every night
he would brush it for her while they watch television. He liked
keeping his prized possession pretty. She loved it. She loved
everything about the first rule -- taking bubble baths everyday,
putting on quality makeup and false eyelashes and body lotions to keep
her skin soft and girly. She always looked like a movie star.
On her knees, legs spread, chest out, head up and her arms together in
front of her, she felt her butterfly drip onto the hardwood floor. She
would have to clean the floor, she thought.
Tom untied the loose tie around his neck and dropped to one knee. He
tied her wrists together in front of her. He heard her sigh in
pleasure.
He grabbed her hair tight and shoved his cock into her mouth. "Clean
it," Tom demanded. She complied. She licked and sucked all the
butterfly juices off his hard cock.
He then grabbed her head with both hands and rammed his cock deep into
her throat. Thrust after thrust until she started to gag. "You love my
big cock, don't you pretty girl?" he said, but she was gagging
uncontrollably. She blinked her eyes repeatedly as they
watered from her punishment.
"Let that be a lesson to you," he stated, his face emotionless.
"Thank you, My Master," she said softly.
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I've always considered the difference between a Dom/Sub and a
Master/Slave relationship to be one of depth and long term commitment.
A casual Dom/Sub relationship tends to be shallower, with no real
picture of the future, just the immediate duties, desires and
gratifications. Feelings may develop between the Dom and the Sub, but
it's more of a respect for the Dom's pleasure, and depending on the
physical attraction between the couple, a physical love and/or lust.
This is not he same as a “dominant husband and submissive wife” as
that includes the bond of marriage for the long term commitment (a
piece of paper) and the sanctity of marriage (whatever that is).
The casual Dom/Sub relationship may not be considered serious but for
the duties and responsibilities demanded by the Dom, and the
unconditional method the submissive responds and fulfills her/his
duties. It’s about getting their kink off.
I prefer a life-time commitment, an “ownership” which may be defined
as a master/slave commitment, or as I’ll explain later, as an
old-fashioned husband/wife. Whether it lasts a life-time physically is
another story. It does, however, develop another level of commitment
in the relationship far beyond the traditional human archetypes, with
feelings of love, trust and mutual respect. True, this special bond,
this "union of the soul" includes the everyday love, trust and mutual
respect from which humanity has built its society, but it must go
beyond that – deeper and hotter, burning brighter and for a longer
period of time.
I've been married before. This partnership is about compromise, about
sharing and about give and take. Each person is an individual
struggling to stay as an individual in a situation that requires that
coupling of lives and decisions. It's all about compromising, what you
do and what you are for the greater good. The greater good may be the
commitment of marriage itself, or for the socially acceptable method
and benefit of raising a family. In some ways, marriage can be
detrimental to ones independence - "Where do you think you're going?"
- or hidden nature -"Are you cheating on me?" - or hidden desires -
"You want to do what with those??"
The BDSM relationship is even far more domineering than a marriage
[depending on the temperament of the husband and/or wife], but the
foundation is not built on compromise to save each individual's
independence, but a flat out surrender and complete and total honesty,
not compromise, to the commitment itself. It’s not about pain, which,
unfortunately many dominants mistake the lifestyle for – it’s about
pleasure. It's a more black-and-white role, with all the
"independence" erased for pure freedom. If a slave wishes to go out
with friends, there is no "Where do you think you're going?" but
"Master, I wish to go see my friends, may I go, please?" Upon granting
permission, with the rules of conduct laid out before them, there is
no remorse, suspicion or concern. If the slave is promiscuous, then
this is part of the slave's natural spirit and should be emphasized
rather than stifled, or dealt with using a chastity belt (which in
itself can be very hot). I enjoy continuing to fuel her passion and
lust for sex, for my own selfish benefit.
This unique relationship is empowered by the media fantasy of the
Victorian Age and 50s housewife/husband, where the housewife is in
servitude to the husband, and whatever happens behind closed doors
only intensifies that relationship. Joan Cleaver did surrender as a
slave to her husband in marriage by committing to "Love, Honor and
Obey" forever.
If we take a look as some traditional wedding vows, you can see where
this actually makes sense...
I, _____, take you, _____, to be my wedded Husband [Master]. With
deepest joy I come into my new life with you. As you have pledged to
me your life and love, so I too happily give you my life, and in
confidence submit myself to your headship, so I will be to you.
Husband {Master], I will live first unto you, loving you, obeying you,
caring for you and ever seeking to please you. God has prepared me for
you and so I will ever strengthen, help, comfort, and encourage you.
Therefore, throughout life, no matter what may be ahead of us, I
pledge to you my life as an obedient and faithful Wife [Slave].
Yes. These are real wedding vows of days gone by, when a man was a man
and a woman was a woman and people were happy with simple lives (and
not worry about checking a text message on a mobile phone while
driving sixty miles an hour to make it to work on time). I know what
transpires with the complete surrender to a honorable, loving,
demanding and disciplinary Master, and when the slave finally wakes up
and realizes that she [or he] can or cannot live without him [or her].
This is the beginnings of that mystical bond, a spiritual connection
that requires continuous nurturing. It either scares them, makes them
cry in sadness or joy, or makes them the happiest they've ever been in
your life, because they now realize that the bond is so entrenched
into their soul that it can truly be forever.
Codependency? The definition of codependency (or codependence,
co-narcissism or inverted narcissism) is “unhealthy love and a
tendency to behave in overly passive or excessively caretaking ways
that negatively impact one's relationships and quality of life.” Key
word here is “negatively.” We’re not talking about “overly passive” –
we’re talking about “submissive” or “dominant” by choice, because we
enjoy it; it makes us feel whole; it makes us happy; it turns us on
and nurtures our bond. If you don’t understand that, leave now and go
to Match.com.
As the year’s progress, the relationship evolves, but the core
foundation is forever burning inside because the rules are crystal
clear, embedded within our genetic code from the time of cavemen. It
is comforting and not obscure.
The relationship creates this mystical bond that feels like heaven on
earth, where all the worries of the world, and everyday life
evaporates, creating a sanctuary. Once inside this sanctuary, with its
peace, love and eroticism, it’s difficult to re-enter what was once
the real-world, and so this bond takes this sanctuary with you
wherever you go, whatever you see, however you feel. It becomes a
vault, securing the inner most feelings and desires and that
unbreakable link.
That acceptance of surrender is important because it defines a
complete commitment. While modern marriages come and go, the old
fashioned marriages thrive. It truly is in sickness and in health
until death do you part. It's not a ceremonial mantra, but reality.
The Master, in order to satisfy his slave, in all the ways necessary
to fulfill her dreams, must be her everything. She must see him as
everything, and want him as everything. She must trust her Master,
more than even herself (and more than any husband), and that requires
the commitment to be there and satisfy her emotional, mental, physical
and spiritual needs at all times.
It's a training period because this connection takes time. It also may
never happen because society entrenches us with ideals of what a
relationship should be today, and so more than half of marriages fail
in this country. The union of two people as one does not have room for
individuality. That's why the concept of compromise was introduced, to
avoid the concept that the wife is not a slave to the husband that she
can keep her individuality and together they can thrive as a "Couple."
The problem with that concept is that being a couple means being two
individuals and not a single union, so when is compromise enough for
the individual and/or detrimental to the commitment?
The idea of being "kept" is ferociously distasteful in American
society, yet we watch our reruns fondly stating that those were the
good old days, when things were simpler and people were happy. There
are worse things that surrendering completely to a commitment with
another that you love. People commit themselves to a career for their
entire life and never receive anything in return but "job
satisfaction" and a gold watch. To honor, love and obey for the rest
of their lives brings more than mere satisfaction. It enriches the
soul, warms the heart, tingles the senses, and a myriad of kink that
ignites the intensity of those God-given senses coursing through the
life's blood. Which one makes you FEEL alive?
Some people may be appalled at the idea of giving someone else control
over your life. After all, we are all fiercely independent, balking at
any domination over us for fear that it's bad, it's sick, it's
brainwashing of a perfectly good mind. How "independent" are we,
really? Just because we have control over our own decisions, hugely
affected by the people, places and everything around us, it doesn't
make us all that independent because all of life includes other
people. It merely changes the direction of an individual journey
without a clear destination (unless you decide death is the
destination). As a willing old-fashion couple, that journey is shared,
entwined. |
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