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I am considerate, understanding and caring, yet a very strict and firm Australian Alpha Dominant male. I know only to well, the value a woman puts on her submission,and I respect and appreciate it dearly. At all times I will encourage her to stretch her limits,leading and guiding her to better herself,to become that very special woman. I have trained a few submissive women over the past years, and I'm looking for another now,to train mentally and physically,for short or long term,on-line or real time.
Are you willing to take a journey with me, to make you even more special than you already are.
8/23/2011 6:23:40 PM

The power of a verbal command can be felt in a very physical way.
I think everyone has had the experience of being held to their word. That feeling you get when you feel obligated to do something; even though you know there is no way you can really be held to carry out that promise, you just can’t bring yourself to break your word.
Most people think in terms of a sub having to obey a command to stay still or to hold a position when they hear the term mental bondage. This is a very accurate description but it’s really only the tip of the iceberg.
When I truly feel submissive to someone I find myself incapable of breaking my word to them. Even if I know they have no way of knowing that I haven’t done what I was told to do, I still feel a compulsion to obey.
I’m not sure I recognized that compulsion until I was taught that bondage originates in the will of the dominant, not in the chains, ropes, or even in the consequences. I know I never really understood the connection between physical bondage and my submissive nature until I made that realization.
The cuffs and collars, ropes and chains, even the cage, are symbolic of the inner grasp the dominant has over me. They don’t have to exist in order for me to feel bound by his Will. I’m motivated by his self-determination. The more confident he is of his purpose, and his ability to bring that vision to life, the more compelled I am to join him in trying to make that vision a reality.
(I suppose it’s a type of charisma I’m referring to; that quality that we recognize in great leaders. Interesting thought; I need to explore that more…)
The bottom line (no pun intended) is that I obey, once I am compelled to obey…Not by force or by consequences, but by mental bondage. That mental bondage nurtures a strong devotion, a commitment towards a shared vision…

8/9/2011 5:38:46 PM

Her Master sits in his chair and waits. He can hear the water running in the shower. He knows she is preparing her body for his pleasure. He grins as his cock begins to harden. Finally she enters the room, naked, just as he had asked. She stands before him to allow him to inspect that she has shaved herself smooth, just the way he likes it. He nods his approval and she drops to her knees in front of him. She opens his robe to reveal his half-hardened cock. The anticipation of tasting her Master’s cock makes her mouth instantly water. She licks around the head of Master’s cock and tastes the familiar saltiness. Without hesitation she slowly slides her lips and mouth down the shaft of his cock until her lips are pressed against his body. Master’s cock is pressed firmly against the back of her throat, almost choking her. She hears her Master let out a groan. She knows she is bringing pleasure to her Master and it fills her whole body with familiar excitement. She slowly slides her mouth back up his cock. Approaching the head she flickers her tongue enough to stimulate the most sensitive part of him. Master lets out a small noise of excitement. She loves the sounds of Master’s pleasure and the taste of his cock. She moves back down, faster this time, forcing a deeper groan from her Master’s lips. She works up and down his cock creating a rhythm. Just then Master grabs the hair on the back of her head. She knows he is in control and will use her mouth for his pleasure. This sends shivers of excitement throughout her body. She becomes aware of her own increasing juices as her throbbing pussy becomes hot and moist.

 

 

Her Master stands up keeping hold of her hair. He thrusts his cock deep into her throat causing her throat to convulse. He proceeds to thrust his cock into her throat over and over again. She can hear his heavy breathing and the moans of ecstasy escaping from his lips. She feels as though she may choke, but she wants to please Master more than anything. Suddenly she feels his cock grow in her mouth and throb. She knows what is coming…One last hard thrust and Master’s cum shoots down her throat. Master collapses into his chair still breathing heavy. She gently wipes her Master clean with her towel and closes his robe. She immediately fetches Master’s favorite drink from the kitchen and brings it to him. She can see by Master’s smile that she has pleased him well. She kneels again before her Master and asks what else he desires. He instructs her to get on her hands and knees so he can put his feet up and rest. She did what she was asked… and Master put his feet on her back and leaned back to relax. He grinned, knowing he had complete control of his slave.     

She remained still and waited patiently, secretly hoping he would offer her an orgasm tonight… After Master had relaxed for some time he removed his feet from her back. She started to move and he said, “No, stay on your hand and feet and turn your ass to me slave.” She did as her Master asked. She positioned herself and arched her back so that her ass and pussy were presented beautifully to her Master, to do with as he wishes. She waited, quivering with anticipation, feeling her juices increasing. Master started rubbing her mound with his fingers, feeling her excitement for him. She starts moving her hips to press against his fingers.

“You want to orgasm don’t you slave?”

“Yes Master”, she replied.

“How bad do you want it?”

“Please Master, I beg you, let me cum”, she replied.

Just then, Master thrust his fingers deep inside her and a moan of ecstasy escapes her lips. He moves his fingers in and out of her fast and hard. She starts impaling herself against Master’s fingers. Master hasn’t let her cum for two days, and it doesn’t take long before her orgasm builds inside her. Her body tightens and she wants so desperately to release the tension and let it run down her legs. But she hasn’t received Master’s permission yet. She finds the strength to muster, “Can I Master?”  She fears she is going to lose control, as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her. “Can you what, slave?” he says. “Cum Master, please, I can’t hold it”; she spats out through clenched teeth. “You better not cum slave”, her Master says, but it is too late…The walls of her pussy clench down on Master’s fingers as her back arches, stealing the breath from her lungs. Master immediately withdraws his fingers, cutting off her orgasm. As she struggles to catch her breath, guilt consumes her. She begins to cry “I’m so sorry Master.” She can’t bear the thought of her Master’s disappointment. “You will be”, says Master, “You will learn to obey me”.

She knows she deserves his punishment, she let him down, and she should have tried harder. Just then Master grabbed her arm and helped her to her feet. He escorted her to the table and instructed her to bend over, pressing her breasts against the cold surface of the table. Master put her arms straight out in front of her and tied her wrists together. Then he placed a blindfold over her eyes, shutting out her ability to see what is coming. Fear of the unknown causes a tremble to wave through her body, leaving her legs weak. Master has been easy on her because she is learning, but she knew this day would come. This is for her own good, but it doesn’t bring comfort for the moment. She can only think about what Master is doing, he is quiet. Where is he? , she wondered. She heard his footsteps come up behind her….Silence… “Master?” she asked, her voice hoarse. Just then the belt struck her ass, sending searing pain throughout her body. “Thank you Master”, she said through clenched teeth. Again the belt struck her already sore behind bringing tears to her eyes. “Thank you Master”. Master struck her again and again pleased that she thanked him with every strike. Once her behind was reddened to his satisfaction he stopped. He returned to his chair to finish his drink, leaving her to think about what she had done. Tears were running down her cheeks and her legs were trembling. Her ass was on fire and she longed for him to rub it, but she knew her punishment was to teach her a lesson. As her legs finally began to relax she leaned onto the table harder to relax. “Master I am sorry, please forgive me, I will try harder next time”, she said quietly. “I know you will and you are forgiven”, Master said quietly.

She waited patiently, resting her head on the table, still blindfolded and tied, as Master finished his drink. She was focused on what she could have done differently and what she will do next time to control herself. She is setting a new goal for herself. She will get it right next time…she just knows it.

Meanwhile Master watches her in amusement. She is lying quietly over the table, lost in her thoughts with her crimson red behind sticking out. A grin came to his lips. He knew he had total control of her and the thought of it caused his cock to become hard again.

She is so lost in her thoughts, that she didn’t hear Master walk up behind her. She jumped as he placed his hand on her bright red behind and started to rub. “Thank you Master”, she said. He bent down to her ear with his hard cock pressed against her ass, and whispered, “I am going to take your ass now slave, spread your legs.” Her eyes opened wide with fear, only to see the blackness behind the mask. Master has only taken her ass once. He was gentle and careful because she is not broken in yet for ass play. She had enjoyed it once she had relaxed enough to take him in, but she was still scared of it. “But, Master, I am scared”, she said. “This is where you will learn to trust me slave, I won’t hurt you beyond what you can handle” said Master. He reached down and puts a gag in her mouth. Now she is consumed with fear. How can she ask him to stop if it hurts? Her legs begin trembling again. She squeezes her ass cheeks hard in rebellion. He gently pushes her legs apart and commands her to relax. She doesn’t want to disappoint Master again, so she keeps her legs spread. She struggles with fear and the need to relax, causing her to squirm. Master puts lubricant on her ass and on his cock. Please relax…she tried to will herself. Master pressed his cock against her opening; the thought of entering her tight ass sends a chill of excitement through him. “Relax slave”, he said as he pressed firmly against her until his head passed the sphincter. She let out a groan as the pain seared through her. He paused and said “Relax, I won’t hurt you, you can take it, you have taken it before” He waited to allow her ass to relax enough to let him in, and then he pushed his cock deep into her ass as she let out another groan. She was trying to take the pain with everything she could muster. “See, you have taken my whole cock into your ass”, he said. She shook her head relieved that he had paused for a moment, trying to relax. He pulled back slowly leaving only the head of his cock inside her, then he thrust back into her. He went slowly at first. The mixed sensations of pain and pleasure sent her body into a struggle for equilibrium. Master picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of her. Then finally it happened…pain gave way completely to pleasure and the sensation filled her whole body as she let out a long, loud moan from behind the gag. Soon she found herself moving her hips to meet him. She could hear Master’s moans of pleasure and soon she could feel her orgasm building. Oh God, she can’t let Master down again and she can’t ask him from behind the gag. She held back and focused only on not coming. Master’s cock grew inside her and she knew he was going to fill her soon. Hold it, she kept telling herself, don’t cum. But Master knew she was holding it and he said, “Cum for me”. She released the tension letting it run down her legs. Masters cock throbbed and he filled her ass with his hot cum. She collapsed on the table from exhaustion. Master bent down to her ear and said, “That’s my good girl.” A smile came to her lips. Those magical words… it’s what she lives for and works so hard for. Pleasing Master and making him proud to own her…

 

7/26/2011 7:01:50 PM

Primal urges stoke the fires that drive BDSM, but so many misquote its dark, beautiful poetry, twisting it into something hideous and profane. Whether it is at the very core of you, or merely something you dabble in, dedication is paramount. To what? The pleasures of the flesh are above all else, one of the greatest things we have going for us as humans. BDSM is just another aspect of that. But it isn't about willfully stripping someone of control and choice. The submissive must 'give' you that opportunity. He or she must say, I entrust myself to you, heart, body and mind. 

macdiddy
 
 Age: 21
 United Kingdom