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I've been searching for "the right fit" for several years.... proving to be difficult.
12/2/2012 11:44:15 AM

As a preface, I should state that this is a recounting of an encounter from several years ago....

 

One of the very few unsolicited messages that I have received here on CM came from a local woman. She introduced herself in the email explaining that she was part of a submissive couple - they were both subs to a Dom in an 'online relationship' - the Dom was from WAY out of state. He would give the assignments to do, they'd report back to him, etc. I don't really get that as a 'true relationship' but viva la weird, whatever makes your world go round.

She explained that their Dom wanted her to find a local Dom to 'take her sexually' while hubby was tied and blindfolded in the same room. Why blindfolded I'm not sure. I was very skeptical and it took a few rounds of correspondence to convince me all was legit.

I demanded she and I meet for drinks - to confirm that the situation was real and that I also had some modifications to the arrangement. At our ice-breaker meeting - I explained that I'd want more than just one go round, I'd prefer three sessions. To insure they'd live up to that deal - they would write two checks, one for $10 and one for $1,000. I'd cash the smaller one to confirm the account and hold the large one as collateral. I also made sure that they could provide medical records as I could - STD free is the way to be.

 

Their Dom liked how I 'took charge' of them and agreed to the conditions. She was tall and slender with a nice figure, he was shorter than her and a slight build. For our first meeting, I had them get a hotel room where she would be waiting for me and he would wait in the car until after I showed up and he was summoned. I had her undress and go all fours on the bed, actually head and chest down and knees high and wide. I called his cell and told him it was time. I let him wait at the door for a couple of minutes before opening it and letting him see his wife ass exposed and ready for me. The pitiful look on his face intrigued me - part of me felt badly for him, but another part felt very empowered. I told him to come in, sit in the desk chair and began to tie his hands. As I tied, I told her to tell him how she was feeling. I thought she would have said, 'ashamed, embarrassed... etc' - but she excitedly explained that her pussy was very wet and that she was aching to have my cock inside her. I was compelled to tell her that she was an excellent piece of fuckmeat - and she said "Yes I am - for you sir".... a marvelous response.

 

I blindfolded and even gagged him and began work on her.... starting out by throat fucking her. The gagging, gurgling, and choking started getting to him rather quickly - he began whining softly through his gag. She loved being used - a very hungry cockslut. She begged for my cum - and he moaned pitifully. Instead I told her to tongue my asshole which made him cough through his gag. I am VERY clean and take special care when I know I'll indulge in this activity. Shoving her face in my ass, he could hear her muffled grunts and breaths as she flicked, and swirled and wriggled her tongue on my asshole... it felt so good - and I told him that she was a hungry little ass eater.... "Yes sir" she added unsolicited. He gave out a high pitiful moan that was, intriguingly, very satisfying to my ear.


I'm a very sensual sadist, and spent the next couple of hours bringing her to orgasm with toys (dildos, and an Hitachi Magic Wand... I highly recommend it). I would tease her for several minutes and then make her cum and keep her cumming till she begged me to stop (which I wouldn't). He would sometimes go into convulsions trying to get free - I would have to tell him to calm down, which he would.... quite weird, having a man being submissive to me like that. I would torture her nipples, play with her clit and cunt and asshole - all the while having her explain what I was doing so he could 'get the picture'. I would stop occasionally, and have her take out his gag and give him some water... that was interesting to watch - her caring for him lovingly, him relishing her attention, then she would put the gag back in his mouth and come back to me hungry for more. I never fucked her on that first meeting.

 

The second meeting was a couple of weeks later at my house - it was basically more of the same except this time I fucked her, after I had her begging for it. The last position was a standing doggy with her holding on to his shoulders from behind, him bound in a chair - her mouth close to his ear so he could her every soft moan or loud grunt while I pounded her from behind. I came in her so hard that time. Then, as I was recovering and cleaning up, I had her kneel in front of him - take out his cock and suck him off. He was not able to get an erection - which sort of surprised me. I had her suck on him for almost 45 minutes - and began spanking her at the end, telling her she wasn't trying hard enough (that, she told me later, was THE most intense erotic time for her of all the meetings).

 

Almost a month went by before the third and final session - at their place. And it was this time that I didn't blindfold him. He protested that THAT was not what 'their Master' wanted - and I told him "He's not here". He was tied, gagged and able to view everything I did to her. She loved being watched - I think that is why 'their Master' wanted the blindfold. She was almost always watching him watching us - and would get a little more revved up when he would have a reaction - a bit more pitiful than usual.

 

By this third meeting - she had turned into a very decadent little demon and was a bit hard to control. During the first two meeting, we had indulged in anal play - fingering, butt plugs, anal beads, etc. but not anal sex. As part of the finale, I told her that she was going to get ass fucked. His whining disapproval at hearing this only amplified her eagerness... but I could tell she still had harbored some slight trepidation... which I enjoyed.

 

I had her place a dressing mirror behind his chair, position her bent over in front of him so they were face to face - I was able to see her face in the reflection of the dressing mirror. I have been, as before, playing in her ass with toys earlier that evening so she was somewhat warmed up. I began fingering her ass with extra lube. Her eyes were locked on his, hers full of lust and excitement - his with pitiful panic. As I began pressing my cock into her ass, a small wince came over her face - 'Relax' I told her... he began whimpering. When the head of my cock penetrated her tight opening - she winced hard and he began his objections. My hand tightened on her hips and I pressed myself deeper into her ass. She was grunting now, wincing not as hard - and when she caught the look of panic and objection in his eyes - her wince developed into a very wicked and lustful grin.... this gave me a marvelous charge and sent a pulse to my cock. I instinctively thrust my hard shaft even deeper inside her ass and her wicked grin turned into an mixed expression of fear and astonishment - which charged me even more. "Now THAT'S a good piece of fuck meat!" I said.... and she meekly whimpered "yes sir" as I began pumping in and out of her ass. The more I pumped, the more she enjoyed it. I kept adding lube and pumping until she was pushing back into it and grimacing a "fuck me!" look into his face.
From standing, I transitioned us to a 'knees' position and had her take out is cock and suck on it while I continued to ass fuck her. Again - he was unable to get an erection, even though she was hungrily swallowing his flaccid meat. I finally came VERY hard in her ass and she relished it.

 

Afterward, I had her give me a shower while we left him tied in the chair. She cleaned herself up as well. I dressed and kept her naked. I had her untie him and then sit on the couch with her legs spread wide open. I told him that she needed that cunt tongue fucked and he got on his hands and knees and began making her moan. That's how I left them. And the $1,000 check, I left on the end table.

 

A week later she wrote me an email about how pleased their Master was and how much they both enjoyed the experience. I cannot at all relate with how hubby 'enjoyed' it - but, whatever makes your world go round.

12/5/2009 12:44:19 PM
Last night I had a dream that truly surprised Me. I had gone to be in a wonderful mood having received some marvelous news earlier that evening. I was full of positive emotional energy - and was also rather sexually charged. I was wanting to have a 'kinky dream' but certainly wasn't expecting to have such a lucid and enjoyable one. I am in My old high school gymnasium, but I am not a student - I think I am a teacher or counselor, maybe the principal. There are teenagers milling about, some on the court, some in the bleachers... it seems to be after an assembly of some sort, the kids are in groups having conversations, laughing - teachers are talking with students... it's noisy but not confused. Young people are walking past Me saying hello and I great them and chat a bit with some - feeling much like the beloved leader and guru - like Morgan Freeman maybe LOL. I then notice up on the bleachers at the far end of the gym - a section that is sparsely populated - in fact there is a young girl... a senior... sitting by herself. She is sitting straddling the bench of the bleachers (the are the old 'bench type' - not actual seats). She is wearing a short skirt - as are all the girls - the uniform of the school. I notice she is fidgeting quite a bit - her hand in front of her, and it looks like she is trying to get up but is only able to scoot forward along the bench. She then tries to lift her foot on the lower platform down onto the bench beneath her - as if she were going to stand up on the bench and walk down to the flloor. But her foot slips and she is then straddling over both bench seats - her legs spread wide with her crotch over the space between (the foot rest part of the bleacher). I can tell by her cringing face that she is in a bit of pain, and I can also see that she is having difficulty recovering. I am expecting her to gain her footing and stand - but she remains in that spread legged position - straddling the foot rest. Her hands on the upper and lower seating benches - she is rocking ever so slightly back and forth - a slight frown on her brow and her eyes shut. It is THEN that I realize three young men under the bleachers directly beneath her. Her skirt had been hiding their hands, but now with the extra space and her wide open straddle, I could see that they were sneaking quick little tickling touches up through the bleachers and touching her ass and pussy. Her frown of pain wasn't that at all. I started making My way through the crowd toward her. Her eyes remained shut as the young men continued to tickle and tease her beneath her skirt. She was oblivious to the crowd and low rumble of noise in the gym, as the crowd was oblivious to her clit tickling rapture from beneath the bleachers. As I approached, stepping stealthily up the bleachers - the young men spy Me and freeze. I make the thumb pointing hand gesture for them to 'hit the road' and mouth the words "MY OFFICE".... they immediately vacate without a sound. I am now standing over the young lady - her eyes still shut, she is still gently rocking her body. My words startle her - "Cindy, are you alright? Did you slip and hurt yourself?" She is stammering and babbling... "uh yeah - I uh - slipped - it hurts real bad". "Here, let Me help you up - we should get to the nurse" - I reach down and help her up. I notice a little line of blood on her inner thigh, just above her knee. "You're bleeding sweety" I say with sympathy. She looks down - "Wow! I DID hurt myself" she says in genuine surprise, raising her skirt a bit and revealing a rather large scratch - obviously from when she slipped. I walk her through the crowd, holding her by the shoulders close to Me as her legs are a bit wobbly and weak from being so strained. We make our way to the nurses office. The nurse isn't in (of course not - it's MY dream LO. I tell Cindy to sit up on the table and I'll get something to take care of that scratch. She sits up on the table, her knees together and her hand clasped on top of them. I get some cotton balls and some alcohol and walk over to her - "Now lets see that scratch". Her eyes are wide with surprise and fear - "It'll be okay Mr. Satyr (like I'd use My real last name here LOL ) you don't need to do any to it". "Cindy - that scratch needs to be cleaned and dressed - now show it to Me". She is nervous as she lifts her knee up and crosses her ankle atop her other knee exposing the rather large scratch. Her skin is soft and white - I dab the alcohol onto the scratch - she jumps and squeals "it stings!!" I bend down and blow on her thigh softly - "It'll be alright sweety". It was when I am bent down close to her knee that I notice something under her short skirt, which has now ridden up a bit because of her jump. There is a white piece of cloth dangling out a bit. "What's this?" I ask. She is startled as I pinched the white material and pull at it a bit. Her hands quickly grab it away from Me and clutch it and her short skirt into her crotch. "I must have ripped my panties when I slipped" she said nervously. "My goodness - you may have really hurt yourself if you ripped your panties". I took each of her wrists gently in My hands and moved them to her sides. "I should take a look and make sure you're not injured further" I say, looking her straight in the eye. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted in amazement as My hands gently slide to each of her knees and urge them apart. "Lean back a bit" I suggest. Her hands move slightly behind her and she rocks back a bit. My hands still grasping her knees - I direct them upward and outward. Her skirt is still covering her as her heels reach the edge of the table. "Now stay just like this while I take a look" - I tell her, her eyes wider than ever - her face shows more fear than surprise now. I lift her skirt and see her panties - laying like a loin clothe covering her crotch. The fabric is crisply and evenly cut - not raggedly ripped at all. I look at her and say, "Your panties weren't ripped, they were cut". Her glanced darts down in embarrassment. I lift the panties-turned-loin clothe.... revealing her smoothly shaven pussy.... her juices still glistening on her swollen lips. "Do you want to tell Me what happened Cindy?" I asked gently? Cindy sits there on the examining table, leaning back on her hands, heels of her sneakers up on the edge of the table, her knees butterflied and wide open, the crotch of her panties cut revealing her smoothly shaven pussy, glistening and engorged. "Now tell Me what happened Cindy". Tears start to swell in her big round eyes, her face frowning as she speaks..."They wouldn't let me get up - the grabbed hold and I couldn't get up". "The boys under the bleachers?" I asked. She nods and pulls her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them - trying to find her safe place. "Is that why you were sliding along the bench - before you slipped?". She nods again, burying face in her knees. "They grabbed my panties at the crotch and starting pulling and I was afraid to stand up - I was afraid they would pull my panties off - so I started sliding down along the bench - trying to get away from them", she explained."They pulled harder and it hurt - it was rubbing....... it was hurting me". "It was rubbing against your clitoris?", I asked. She nods and blushes. "But you kept scooting down the bench - and they kept pulling harder....why didn't you smack their hands away?" She is silent - head in her knees. "Show Me where your panties were rubbing you so hard." Her head tilts up slowly - her eyes peering up at Me with amazement. I step forward, press her knees outward with My fingers - they part easily, back to the butterfly, she leans back on her hands as I push her skirt back and reveal her sweet bald pussy. "You look a bit swollen here", My fingers gently press on her out lips - I look up at her face, she is biting her bottom lip. "Mmm hmm" she confirms. "Is it sore? Tender?" My thumb softly caresses along the edge of her inner lips up to her clit. She moans, her eyes close, her knees raise up and spread wider, she eases down - resting on her elbows. "You like the way that feels, don't you?" "Mmm HMMMM!" she agrees emphatically. "Just like on the bleachers", I add. "Mmm Hmm - uh!" Her eyes pop open as she realizes she's caught. "I saw how you were enjoying the boys pulling on your panties. Now explain how your panties got in this condition" I demand. She moves to sit up, but I put My hands on your knees and hold them high and wide, forcing her to remain leaning back on her elbows "They cut them with a knife - and THAT scared me!! That's when I tried to get up and slipped", she confesses - a pleading sound in her voice. "And then what happened?" I inquire - My brow arching. Her gaze falls, her face blushes, her voice is soft and shy.... "They started teasing me....tickling me.....fing...." her voice trails off. "Fingering you?" I finish for her. She nods shamefully. "And you liked it?" "NO!" She snaps the answer - looking Me in the face. "You didn't like it?" I ask? She shakes her head - mouthing the word 'no' - a pitiful look of guilt melts onto her face. "You don't like it when a finger slides into your pussy?" I ask as I slowly slip My middle finger's full length inside her hot wet pussy. She lets go a low guttural moan as her chin buries itself into her chest and her knees pull up wide and high. I begin curling and rocking My finger - finding her G-spot. "You're a filthy little slut Cindy", I say while she is grunting and moaning, eyes tightly shut, chin tucked hard against her chest, knees pumping in the air. "Have you ever cum from a fingering like this?" I ask - increasing the pressure with My finger - hooking deep inside her - rubbing under and around her pubic bone. She begins to convulse, grunting loudly. "No" she gasps out between grunts. "And you're not going to today" I proclaim as I quickly slip My finger out of her drenched pussy. She let's out a loud moan of disappointment. "Please Mr. Satyr - PLEASE!!" she begs. "Get down here you little slut!" I pull her down off the table and bend her over on it. I lift her skirt and panty remnant to reveal her supple round ass. I hold her neck down with one hand as I begin spanking her ass with the other. My strikes are firm and hard - alternating from one cheek to the other. Soon her ass is bright red and she is crying and squealing for Me to stop. "Have you learned your lesson?" I ask. "Yes sir" - she sobs. "Let Me see" I say as I lean over her ass and spread her cheeks, inspecting her pussy from behind. It is drench and trickling down her inner thigh. "You're getting off on this spanking - aren't you?" I say, feigning astonishment. "No...I'm not.... I didn't mean to" she sniffles. "You ARE a horny little slut!" I tell her, "It seems such a shame to waste you on those foolish boys" I stand her up straight, remove her blouse and bra, slide her skirt and rag panties down off of her legs, spin her to face Me and hold her by the shoulders. She has a dazed look in her eyes, not focusing on anything in particular. "Look at Me" I command. Her gaze fixes on Mine. "You're going to do as you're told - do you understand?" - I state. "Yes sir" - she complies. I push her down to her knees and tell her 'hands behind your back'... I hold her hair by the top of her head and with My other hand pull out My cock and begin feeding it to her.... she gobbles it like a hungry little cock sucker - feeding on it and working Me up into a nice thick hard on. I begin to force it deep into her throat making her gag and cough a bit and pull back from Me. I remove My cock from her mouth, tilt her head back and slap her face firmly - "DON'T pull away!!" I slide My cock back into her mouth and begin urging it into deeper. She begins to gag but doesn't pull away - I force My cock in harder - she gags harder - slobbering all over My stiff cock, her saliva dripping down onto My balls... This is were the dream dissolves into a swirl of carnal images and feelings - no clear discription - but it was extraordinarily explosive. I was, and still am very charged up by this dream.
10/17/2009 2:48:51 PM
Humiliation as an aspect of BDSM has always intrigued Me. What about putting a woman in a degrading position and a humiliated state of mind do I find so fulfilling and enjoyable? And how is she finding fulfillment from this for her submissive/slave nature? From discussions, both online and after sessions, I've learned that submissive women who consider themselves 'humiliation sluts' are enthralled by the utter feeling of vulnerability instilled by humiliation - whether physical or mental. Having a woman walk naked from My vehicle to My front door in the dark, having her stand there while I unlock the door - wondering if the neighbors are peering out their windows at her, swirls together feelings of fear, embarrassment, excitement, and culminates in bringing her to a very powerful state of submission. But the key to this is of course, and should go without saying - trust. She must trust that I will take care of her - protect her from any true harm, or jail time. lol But more importantly, trust that I truly respect her as a fellow human being, a partner in this adventure. I could never "humiliate" a woman with the intent of attacking her self esteem - and neither would I want to engage in a 'humiliation excursive' with a woman with self esteem issues (a 'doormat' is how I've seen them referred to in profiles). A strong mind and spirit is ultimately more desirable - or at least someone who recognizes their own value (even if it is somewhat dependent upon their relationship to their Dom/Master). I am looking forward to hearing other opinions and reflections about 'humiliation'.
10/14/2009 3:54:42 PM
I believe that selfishness is an inherent pitfall of the Dominant nature. I've always tried to guard Myself from being self serving in any relationship - whether vanilla, D/s, or even professional. Of course one must look out for one's self, but I consider that part of natural self-preservation and it's necessary in having a healthy mind and body. But when it comes to a relationship, especially in a Dom/sub dynamic, I believe One must be acutely aware of His or Her motives. Am I acting this way for the good of this relationship? for the good of My submissive's well being? It's too easy to selfishly enjoy the service and compliance of a submissive and fall into self-centered abusive behavior - and that is NOT what I believe the true Dominant nature should entail.
10/14/2009 3:53:06 PM
Muse She is the match strike in a darkened room. Furious flash of flame, capturing gazing eyes longing for blissful blindness. She is the thunderclap of the storm. Hammer strike on the sky, rolling off to distant echoes, beckoning ears to remember. She is the thorn prick of the rose. Surprised painful payment gladly felt for beauty embraced. She is spring?s morning scent. Flowing fresh fragrance drawn in deep breaths, filling lungs and lifting spirits. She is the lovers? first kiss. Warm, wet, tangle of tongues sharing flavor of passion and promise.
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 Age: 21
 Tampa, Florida