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I can not believe I have to say this on my profile. I will not for any reason send money to anyone. If we decide to be together. I will come get you and move you in with me. If you are a fake or a scammer. Pass me by. You are wasting your time if you think you will get any money from me. Now back to our scheduled program.



I am a single dom, who is looking for someone to share my passions with.

I am real and serious about what I do and what I am looking for. I have over 15 years of experience as a Dom. I want a long term relationship. I am not opposed to just playing on occasion, but would prefer a relationship.

I use whatever it takes to bring out the passion in my partner. If that is a sensual touch, or bringing lots of pain. My play is very sexual. If we play we will be lovers also.

I am a caring dom. I know that some think that feelings do not belong in this lifestyle.If you are the type dont worry about it. That is not your decision. Look at what that dom can do for and to you, not how he may or may not feel.

I have a sadistic streak. If you want to be hurt till you are a crying ball of goo. I can do that. I am also comfortable with all that is in between. I use safe words and always respect limits. That will never change. Unless she tells me and shows me that she wants to be a no limit slave. I also will not share her. If with me. I will be the only man she has sexual contact with. That is not up for discussion.

I use punishment when it is needed, and pleasure when it has been earned. I am laid back in my manner. Some mistake this for me being soft. I am not. I am very serious about who and what i am. I dont need to constantly prove Im a dom. That is why I am more laid back in my manner. I can be very strict, but if I have done my job as a teacher. I dont need to be. If you are a good girl, you will have a good time. If you are a bad girl. You will have a great time.

What I am looking for is a subslave that knows what she wants from her dom. One who is not afraid of what is inside her and is willing to let me bring it out and to enjoy it. She needs to have a healthy sex drive and enjoy sex. She must also be willing to move in with me if we get to that point. I dont mind starting as a long distance thing, but at some point I want her here with me.

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8/19/2017 1:41:30 PM
Are there not any real subs / slaves left on here anymore? All I ever seem to meet are scammers or fakes.

12/21/2015 5:00:01 PM
It is getting so hard to find anyone real on here anymore. I wonder where all of the real female subs and slaves have gone.

1/26/2015 9:27:53 AM
I am free during the day till 3/1. I am willing to host also. If interested. Let me know.

12/14/2013 5:47:24 AM

Recent events have caused me to think about what I want. This lifestyle offers many activities that both can enjoy. I don't see finding mutual things we enjoy as a problem. My problem as of late, it seems. I want someone that wants to be with me as much as I want to be with her. Maybe that is too much to ask for. I don't know. But that is what I want. It seems my last two "relationship's" just wanted a spank and tickle, not anything more. I guess I want more, I don't know. Does this make any sense to anyone?


9/27/2011 6:04:48 PM

Daddy doms 

I did not write this. I read it somewhere and thought it fit how I think about being a daddy dom is. I can not take credit for it. But I paste it here for you to read. See if it touches you the way it did me. 

Daddy/little girl does not refer to the ages, real or pretend, of the participants. Nor does it imply closet desires. In my relationship my Dom is not my father, he is nothing like my father, and I have no need for him to replace my father. He is however my Daddy. We do not engage in age play specifically (beyond the occasional school girl fantasy *s*) and our relationship is not based on any need to have sex with children. I am always all women, and always a very independent woman.
He does have the ability to make me feel like a little girl, however, a much cherished and sometimes needy little girl. It is a feeling that I revel in, it is the safest place I have ever been, and it allows me the freedom to be all that I am without fear of reprisals. Daddy Dom is a feeling, an environment that two people have created. A Daddy Dom is so named because of the qualities he possesses and the service he provides.
So, what are these qualities? What is a Daddy Dom?
A Daddy Dom wants to be the center of your universe. He wants to be able to provide for your every need and care. But more than that he wants to be able to shape and mold you to the image he thinks you should become. He sees in you someone who can achieve a much higher, much greater status. He believes more in you than you believe in yourself. What he wants in return is to be able to bask in his image of you, the image he has created. To achieve these goals he relies on a combination of love, respect, and discipline.
His love for his little girl goes without saying. He loves her as much for who she is as for who she will become with his guidance. She is his prized possession. His eyes light up when she walks into the room and he takes great pride in her successes. After all, he helped to create her. She holds the tenderest part of his heart and has the greatest power to hurt him.
This love would not be possible without respect. A Daddy Dom needs to feel pride in his little girl. He needs to know she can hold her own in the outside world and still submit to him. He holds the greatest respect for the gift she has given him and takes great pains to increase its value. It is extremely important to him to know she can be with any man and she chooses to be with him.
He knows that this makes discipline a priority in their lives, more important than in some other D/s relationships. In order for the little girl to really trust, she must know he means what he says. If his little girl is going to be the best she can possibly be he must stand firm. He uses his experience in life and his knowledge of her to provide proper direction and punishment when the need arises.
If he does not enforce discipline, this respect becomes a tenuous thing. If his submissive finds that she can manipulate him out of punishing her, she begins to lose respect and the ability to empower becomes impeded. He understands that it becomes increasingly difficult to be possessed by someone you do not respect.
This takes great strength on his part. It takes strength to control her, and to shape her to his needs and desires. It takes strength to be her confidant, her shoulder, her anchor. It takes strength to let her out into the world when all he wants to do is hold her safe in his arms. And it takes strength to do what is necessary when she needs to be disciplined.
A Daddy Dom provides something else that is very important to his submissive...acceptance. She is safe in his arms because he knows her, everything about her, and he still loves her. When she goes to him she knows that this man knows all of her dirty little secrets and it doesn’t matter. To him she is beautiful.
Daddy Dom and sadistic Dom are by no means mutually exclusive. Many Daddy Doms embrace their sadism while understanding and feeding their submissive's masochism. This balance is necessary to many little girls because it allows all parts of her to be nourished, leading to an incredibly fulfilling relationship.
I think most Dominants have a bit of the Daddy in them; taking on the role of male authority figure in the submissive’s life and using their power to enrich that life. Daddy/little girl verbalizes that feeling, and adds a dimension of warmth, caring, and ritual that its participants crave.
There is something infinitely magical about a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it is something only a little girl can understand.


9/27/2011 5:59:42 PM

The constant buzzing of the intercom interrupts her train of thought. She does not have time for interruptions today. She is way to busy. The pile of paperwork on her desk, is threaten to engulf her. Still that constant buzzing noise. “What” she says a little too angrily into the phone. She will have to apologize later to her secretary.

What she hears from her secretary. Chills her to the bone. He is here and wants a few minuets of her time. She hesitates; her secretary has to ask again if she can see him. She hears herself say “yes.” She is powerless to stop herself. When it comes to him, she has no control. She rises as he comes through the door. His brown eyes searing a hole in her where ever his gaze hits her. Her feet are frozen in place. She could not move even if she wanted too. He walks to her. She hears him say. “You don’t look like you’re happy to see me?” She tries to respond but the words catch in her throat.

He now walks behind her. She feels his body close to hers. He is now leaning against her, pressing his body into hers. “This will not take long; I know your time is very valuable.” He whispers in her ear. He reaches his hands around her body and gently strokes her neck. She does not realize that she has been holding her breath and it rushes out with his touch. She hears him softly laugh that evil laugh of his.

His hands are now moving down her body. He takes her breast in each hand and squeezes them through the fabric of her business suit. She can feel her nipples grow at his slightest touch. Her nipples now long to be touched, kissed, sucked by this man. Just from his very brief touch, they now ache with desire.

His hands continue down her body. Now they are around her waist. He pulls her into him. It is then that she feels the unmistakable pressure of his hard cock, as he pulls her tighter against him. She now knows with out a doubt what he has in mind for her.

His hands are now at the top of her skirt. He slowly starts to pull up her skirt. She feels the hem ride up her legs. She r office on her thighs. Deliberately he keeps pulling up her skirt. The crotch of her underwear is now visible to anyone who walks in. Then it struck her. Did he lock the door? Could anyone walk in at any time? Would her sanctuary come in to check on her?

Her heart races even faster now. The chance of getting caught, what he is doing to her? She can not believe it. Yet she is frozen in place, but would she move even if she could. Now she feels his hands on the cool skin of her thighs. How he lightly traces the outline of her panties with his finger tips.

With amazing quickness he pulls her panties to the floor. He buries two of his fingers deep in her pussy. He removes them just as quick. With a cruel laugh he shows her his fingers coated with her nectar of desire, and says. “I guess you were happy to see me after all.” Then he sticks his fingers in her mouth. She can taste her own juices. Her body betrays her and she hungrily devours ever drop.

She feels his hands on her shoulders. Then she feels herself being forced onto the top of her desk. Her skirts up around her waist her panties around her ankles. He can do to her what ever he wants. She is his to use. She can still fell where he is pressing his cock against her. She can feel hard he is. Then he pressure is gone. She hears the unmistakable sound of him opening his zipper. She knows he is freeing himself so that he can fuck her. Right here and now.

In one motion, he buries his cock deep inside her pussy. She lets out a soft cry of pleasure. He stands there motionless for a few seconds, enjoying his conquest. Then he starts to move in and out of her. Using more and more force with each stroke. Her thighs are pressing into her desk with each stroke. He is now driving into her with such force. Almost like a man possessed by some raging animal. Pounding her into the desk with each stroke. She feels her pussy start to quiver. She knows she is about to cum. Somehow he seems to know also. “Do not cum till I tell you to.” “I am not here for your pleasure; I am here for my pleasure.” You cum when I allow it and not till then.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but still seems to fill the room with sound.

He continues his relentless pounding of his cock into her soaked pussy. His hand holding her motionless on her desk. She is torn between the fear of being discovered and the pure pleasure she feels from being taken in such a manner. She does not see how, but he seems to be driving into her even harder. His ever stroke fills her so completely. The head of his dick constantly dancing on her g spot. It is everything she can do to not scream out with an earth shattering orgasm. She does not know how long she can keep from defying him and cuming.

She feels him start to twitch inside her. She knows from past experience he is about to cum. She can not wait. To feel him explode deep inside her. Fills her with an inner joy that is hard to explain. She suddenly feels him pull out of her. With her hair he pulls her to her feet. “Your wet pussy has covered my cock and balls with your juice.” Get on your knees and clean me. Now!” She hears him say. His hands now on her shoulders pressing her down onto her knees.

Her face is only inches from his zipper. She can not take her eyes off of the glistening head of his cock. She can see droplets of her juice running down the length of his shaft.
She can smell her aroma on him. She opens her mouth to take him in. She tries to move her head to engulf him. He is holding her in place. Not allowing her to taste his sweetness. “You want it, you beg for it.” He says in that cruel laugh of his. She tries to speak but it is only a whimper. “I can’t here you.” He mockingly says to her. “You will have to speak up if you want your master’s reward.”

“May I?” is all she can manage to eek out. ‘May you what?” He inquires in such an innocent manner, as if he has no idea what she is asking. “May I suck your cock, Master?” She says very sheepishly. With a hand full of her hair. He pulls her head back and shoves his cock into her waiting mouth.

She knows what he likes and begins to suck him with all the force she can muster. “Trying to make me cum faster than I want to, are we?” She hears him say. It is then that using her hair. He holds her head in place, and starts to fuck her face. She loves being controlled this way. To have him take her the way he wants. To use her for his pleasure. He seems to know what buttons to push, even when she does not know herself. She craves the raw power he has over her. The way he makes her do things that she would never consider doing by herself.

He is now slowly pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. His pace will speed up and then slow down. She can tell that he is enjoying using her in this way. Seeing the pleasure she is giving him, fills her with pride. A feeling she is starting to enjoy more and more.
She hears a moan of pleasure escape him. She looks up to see him staring at her. A smile on his lips as he is relieving the pleasure she is giving. She wants his reward so much.
To feel the explosion of his pleasure deep inside her.

He pulls out of her mouth. Why? She wonders. He pulls her to her feet. He pushes her back against her desk. “Sit on the edge.” He tells her. “I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you.” She does as she is told. He places each of her legs on the arms of her chair. With her legs spread like this, she is open to him and all to see.

With one thrust he enters her. She instantly starts to cum. She knows she can not cum.
He has not given her permission to. She fights it as much as she can. She does not want to
disappoint him or upset him. At the same time she is aware that he is doing everything he can to make her cum. Well not everything but most of the things he knows will cause her to have an orgasm.

He continues to slam her over and over. Each time rocking her whole body with the force of his strokes. She loves it. He has taken this woman of power and prestige and is using her for his personal sex toy, and making her love it. Thinking about this makes her even wetter, if that is possible.

Suddenly he pulls out. Tells her to turn over. He spanks her ass as she is turning and says
“Faster, I am not done with you. When she is on her stomach on the desk. Her toes reaching for the floor. He spreads her legs apart. Then without warning he buries his hard cock, fully in her ass. The surprise and pleasure and pain, make a very interesting sensation. He pussy is now in full throb. Her ass is hungrily sucking him back in each time he pulls out. If he does not let her cum soon. She will not be able to hold back any longer.

Then she feels it, she hears his moans. She feels the proof of his pleasure explode deep in her ass. She feels him fill her ass with his cum. He leans down on her with his full weight. This forces his cock even farther inside her. Then she hears him whisper. “Now you can cum.” She does.


9/27/2011 5:58:34 PM

She sat there waiting. She was filled with nervous energy. Her heart was racing. She kept going over her preparations for the evening. She could smell the gentle fragrance of her freshly shampooed hair. She could feel the soft smooth skin of her legs. She can feel her nipples pushing against her bra. She hoped that they did not show, but part of her wised that they did. Finally in a soft voice she said to herself. “Get it together.”  
   
This was their first time together. She felt like a little school girl again. She was filled with excitement and fear, but also with great anticipation and longing. Is he the one? Is this finally it? Can he reach into her, and take hold of that one part of her soul that she longs to share. Will he be the one to take her to a place that she has craved to be, for so long. Only time will tell.  
   
She sees him. He is crossing the floor to her. He has a stern look on his face. She can not read his expression. Is he happy with what he sees, is he disappointed. He shows no emotion. He walks up to her. Hands her a rose and takes her hand in his. He gently lifts her hand to his lips and softly kisses the back of her hand. She is startled at this. It feels like a bolt of lightning shot through her body. Every nerve ending is on fire. She can feel her clit fill with hot raging blood. She is instantly moist. Now she wishes she had worn underwear.  
   
He has not said a word. By his gentle tugging on her hand. She knows that he wants her to rise. She does. As she gets to her feet. He moves close to her. She can smell his cologne. He stares into her eyes. He leans down and kisses her on the lips. At first soft but then she feels the hunger in him grow. His tongue searches for hers. She allows him to find it. Their kiss is filled with the passion and longing that only builds with time. He breaks their kiss. Turns and leads her out the door.  
   
He leads her through the hotel to his room. In the middle of the room she sees a chair. He points to the chair. She walks over and then sees a card that has her name written in bold print, and a black silk scarf. She reads the card. It is instructions for her. She is to turn around and face him. Then she is to slowly remove her clothing. One piece at a time. He sits in a chair so that he can watch her every move. He still has not changed the expression on his face. It is a blank slate, no emotion at all. The thought of him staring at her, watching her every move, excites her. She must control herself. She wants to please him. She wants to make him happy; she wants to follow his instructions to the letter. That means going slow like his instructions said. After she removes the last article of clothing. She stands before him naked. She feels her nipples start to grow hard. She feels the nerves between her legs start to tingle. She just stands there with him staring at her. Has it been one minute or 10 she does not know?  
   
Finally he motions for her to look at the card again. She then sees more instructions. She is to pick up the scarf, sit in the chair, and tie the scarf around her eyes. She does as she is told. The chair is stiff and cold. She ties the scarf around her head. The world goes black. She can not see anything. The scarf also blocks some of the noise that is in the room. It is then that she notices for the first time that there is music playing in the back ground. A low melody building with intensity. It blends in with the mood.  
   
Where is he? What is he doing? Is he still sitting there staring at her? She can not tell. Then she feels air rush by her. What was that? Then she feels something, or did she. Is her mind playing tricks on her? Then the nerves in her already hard nipples come alive. She feels something cool and soft pressing on her nipple. Now it’s moving all over her breast. Slowly making circles around her nipples. Each circle growing larger and larger. Just gentle touching. Each touch is light, causing her nerves to strain to figure out what it is. Now the item has moved to her other nipple. This one now on fire straining to feel what is coming. This time the circles start large and get smaller till they are going around her nipple. Now it’s going up and down between her breasts. Tracing a path up and down her neck. Around her chin. Along her cheek. Then down her nose. Its then that her nose tells her what it is. It’s the rose he gave her. He is using the soft petals of the flower to caress and tease her naked flesh.  
   
Suddenly the rose is gone. She can feel him behind her. She can fell the heat radiating from his body. It is then that she feels him lean down and take each breast in his hands. He gently squeezes her breast. Tenderly twisting her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. Tugging softly on her nipples. The tenderness and yet the forcefulness of his touch, excites her to no end. She can smell the sweet fragrant aroma of her now soaked pussy. Just as soon as his hands were on her breast they are gone.  
   
Now she feels the cool softness of the rose tracing a path on her inner thighs. Then up and down the lips of her pussy. He pushes the rose against her now aching clit. She feels the rose gently part her lips. Then suddenly the rose is gone. She then feels it under her nose. The combination of her aroma and the sweetness of the rose sends her mind into a frenzy of lust. Then with a rush. His mouth is on hers. Their tongues making dancing together. Then he is gone. She is again alone in the chair. For what seems like forever she sits there. Then he takes her hand again. He starts to lead her to she knows not where.   
   
He slowly guides her to the bottom of the stairs. He takes her hand in his and places it on the banister. With his other hand in the small of her back. He helps her up the stairs.  At the top of the stairs. He continues to guide her. She has no idea what is to come.  
   
She has been like this for what seems like hours. Her every nerve is on fire. She knows it has only been a few minuets. The not knowing makes every second seem like days. She is standing in his bedroom. She is naked. She can not move. Her wrists encircled in leather, are chained above her head. Her ankles also encircled in leather are held apart. Exposing the very symbol of her womanhood to the cool air of the room. She is still blindfolded. Just standing there. She tries to move. Even the ability to move just a little would be a small victory, over this complete helplessness. Her efforts go in vain. He has restrained her in such a way that she is his to do with as he pleases.  
   
She dose not know where he is. She does not know if and when he is going to touch her. Her ears are straining to hear every sound. So that she might figure out where he is. The thought of where and how he will touch her is causing her nipples to grow hard and they start to ache. Where is he, how long must she endure this not knowing? She knows he is enjoying her anguish. He loves to crawl inside her head, to know what she is thinking before she even knows. He lives there some times. Knowing her better than she knows herself.  
   
This excites her to no end. She can not stem the flow from her body that the excitement is producing. With every breath. She can smell the proof of that excitement.  Knowing that she is filling the room with the unmistakable scent of her wanton desire.  Seems to only make that desire deepen.  
   
She hears a soft laugh; she now knows that he has been there the whole time.  
Watching her, waiting till the right time. Waiting till she is to the point where she can’t stand it anymore. She is not aware that in the flickering candle light he can see the fact that her pussy is moist. He can see her clit, its almost begging him to drop between her legs and give it a sweet loving kiss  
   
She hears him say “Someone has changed the aroma in this room”  
She feels her whole body blush. How is it that this man can cause her to react that way?  Others have tried. They have failed, but for some reason this man can grab her by her very soul. He is able to look deep inside her and bring out her deepest darkest desires.  
   
From out of nowhere she feels him behind her. Then she feels his hands in her hair. He is running both of his hands through her hair. She moans with pleasure. Suddenly he pulls her head back and in a growling whisper he asks. “Did I tell you that you could make a noise?” She does not know to answer him or not. He then tightens his grip on her hair, and asks her again. She says. “No sir.”  
   
He then tells her in the voice that she is not sure she heard or thought. “When I want noise from you I will tell you.” Then he slowly pulls her head back farther and kiss’s her with such passion. That she thinks her legs will give way. Just as quickly as he was there, he is gone again.  
   
Then another bolt of lighting goes through her body. Out of no where he has just clamped his teeth on the edges of her clit, and his tongue is going non-stop on the tip of her clit. She immediately starts to buck and strain against the bonds that hold her. He stops and tells her. “Do not to move a muscle or you will be punished.” She says “Sorry Sir.” He spanks her sweet ass, because he did not tell her to speak.  
   
He then proceeds to start licking her clit again, but this time he inserts his finger inside her. She can not help but move. He once again stops what he is doing. This time no swat to her ass. This time she again hears the voice ask her. “Do you want to feel my cock in you? Do you want to feel my cum explode inside you. Do you want to taste my sweet cock? Then you better do as I tell you.”  
   
Both of them knowing that she can no more control her body moving than she can stop breathing. He then tells her. “It seems I must teach you a lesson in patience.” He then straddles her leg. Pressing himself into her leg. She can feel his hard cock against her side. He reaches down with one hand and, sticks his finger in her soaked pussy. With the other he starts to spank her soft cool ass. This mixture of pleasure and pain, sends her mind reeling.  
   
The two contrasting against each other. Drive her back and forth. A mental tug of war that only heightens her desire. Both sensations are sending wave after wave of electricity to her already super sensitive clit. She knows that if he does not stop soon. She will be rocked by an orgasm that she has needed and wanted for a long time. She also knows that if she does. She will be punished. She wonders if it would be worth it. She can not beg him to stop because that will cause her to be punished also. All she can do is hope that he will stop soon. She can not control herself much longer.  
   
He seems to sense what is going on. For some reason he stops. But he does not remove his finger from her. She can feel his other hand. Now softly caressing her very hot ass. She relaxes for just a second. He has heard her silent pleading for him to stop. His soft touch is allowing her to step back from that ledge of orgasm she was about to be thrown over. Part of her is sad. She was about to fell what she has wanted for so long. Only to have it taken away. This both frustrates her and causes her longing to build even more.  
    
Just as quickly as he stopped. His finger is once again driving into her pussy. The instant rush of pleasure causes her to throw her head back. Her mouth comes open to scream. She is barely able to stifle the scream before it escapes her. Her breathing once again has quickened to the point of her almost panting. She feels grab a hand full of her hair and pull her head even farter back. He covers her mouth with his. Again the passion of his kiss surprises her. Her knees almost fail her. If she were not held in place by the chains. She would surely crass to the floor.  
   
He pulls his mouth from hers. She takes in a deep breath. Then another jolt goes through her body. He has taken her nipple in his mouth and is sucking her breast with the gusto of a new born baby. He knows what this will do to her. Does he care? Is he trying to make her cum? How is she expected to hold out with all he is doing? She can not be expected not to cum. With this she decides to give in. Then as the orgasm she wants so bad starts to rumble through her body. He stops. He removes his fingers from her pussy. The waves subside before driving her into sweet orgasm.  
   
Her frustration erupts. “YOU BASTARD” She cries. “Oh god I am so sorry, Sir.” “Please please forgive me.” She knows that she will be severely punished for this. She expects him to fly into a rage. Instead she hears him laugh. A laugh of total satisfaction. “My dear your torment has only just begun.” “You think I am a bastard now. Just wait.” And he starts down the stairs, leaving her tied, horny and wondering.  
   
She hears him moving around downstairs. She wonders when he will come up and what he will do when he does. She hears him start up the stairs. She hears a small laugh from him. “Smells like someone's pussy is leaking". It is then she knows he has seen the small puddle of her juices that have formed where they ran down her leg. She was powerless to stop them. She was both embarrassed and proud at the same time.  
   
She is on her knees in front of him. He is standing there fully dressed. She has a crazed look in her eyes. They have spent the last 3 hours with her tied standing with her arms over her head and her legs spread. Her butt is still warm and red from the spanking he gave her. Her nipples are so hard because he has been sucking them and then placing ice on them. The room smells of her sweet pussy juices that seem to be actually flowing down her legs. When he was not spanking her with one of his paddles, He was using his crop on her nipples and pussy. Then he would take one of his vibratos and place it right on her clit. He would insert it in her just enough for her to start to cum. He would allow her to get close to orgasm, but then not let her. Then he would go back and forth first sucking one breast, then the other. Or he would be using his tongue on her clit. When he was not doing that. He would be driving his tongue deep in her pussy.  
   
He does this over and over. He tells her that she can not cum till he does. That is why she is now on her knees, with the crazed look in her eyes. She is begging him to let her suck his cock so that he will cum. Then she can. He just keeps teasing her.  
   
He has her undress him. First his shirt, then his pants. When she pulls his pants down. His hard cock is at eye level. She starts to move her head to take him in her mouth. “I did not tell you that you could have that. Did I?” She hears him say.  
“You will get it when I am ready for you to have it. Not before.”  
   
He puts her back on her hands and knees. He kneels down behind her. He tells her. "No matter what I do, don’t move or make a sound. Until I tell you that you can." He then inserts his cock in that soaking wet pussy. At the same time he sticks his thumb in her, oh so tight ass. He slowly slides his cock in and out of her. She can not hold out long. She knows it. She bites her tongue to the point where she is sure it will start to bleed. His cock feels so good inside her. She wants to let go so much. She did not know she could want someone so much.  
   
He moves from behind her. She almost starts to cry when she feels him pull out of her. He moves in front of her. His cock touching her lips. She can smell her juices on him. She dares not move. She wants to taste him so bad, but she knows better. Then she feels him press himself into her lips. “Suck me.” He says. She eagerly takes him whole into her mouth. The taste of him and her combined only feeds her hunger for him. She continues to suck his cock the best she can. She feels his cock start to twitch in her mouth. She knows that soon she will receive the hot reward she has been wanting.  
   
He pulls himself from her mouth. She can not stop the whimper of disappointment that comes from her throat. She does not know if he heard her or not. She hopes not. He moves back behind her. Again he fills her pussy with his cock. This time he is not slowly sliding in and out of her. He is driving into her with such force that her whole body is moving each time he does. Soon she feels him start to twitch. She hears a moan of pure pleasure from him. She feels the cum erupt deep inside her. He cums and cums for several seconds. She knows that her pussy can not hold all of that cum. She can feel it running down her leg.  
   
She can not think she can hold out any longer. She will cum no matter what he says. She can not stop it. He apparently knows this. With his cock still hard in her and him driving in and out of her again. He says "CUM FOR ME LITTLE ONE." Her body reacts; she wants to cry out in pleasure. He feels her body rock with orgasm after orgasm.  
   
He laughs because he knows how long she has been fighting to obey him. He finally has allowed her to cum. He removes his cock. He moves to her head. He kiss’s the back of her head. He whispers, “Good girl, now I shall go and think of a way you can thank me.” He laughs all the way down the stairs. Knowing that in her mind she is saying over and over, Thank you Master, Thank you Master.  


9/27/2011 5:57:14 PM

Finally! We are alone. She is standing in front of me. So close I can feel her warm breath. I stare into her magnificent eyes. Her eyes sparkling like two glasses of champagne. I have waited for this. If she only knew how I had counted the hours, till it was time for us to meet. If she only knew how much I long to hold her body next to mine. To feel her sweet kisses on my lips. To take her in my arms and kiss her passionately. So passionately. That for us the world ceases to exist. Does she know how I long to make love to her, over and over. Each of us spending hours exploring and enjoying each others bodies. Yea I think she knows. The twinkle in her eyes, tells me that she sees into the deepest parts of my soul. She moves even closer to me. Her breast barley touch my chest. She is teasing me. She is daring me to take her, make her mine, to use her for my pleasure. Every point on my body where she is touching me is on fire. I yearn to take her in my arms and kiss her. That is not what I or she wants. I know what she wants from me. She wants to see the dark side of me. She wants to see that side that I only let out for her. She needs that part of me, that only let out for her. The raw passion, power, and fire that burns deep in the souls of those few that dare to look at it.

So we start our little dance. To see who is in control. Who can keep that control. Am I controlling her, or is she acutely controlling me. It is a dance that has many moves, where the lead goes from one partner to the other. Where control is an illusion, and desire is the king. Tonight she is letting me think I am in control. For this, is the true nature of the gift she has given me.

I take her into the room. She does not know what I have planed. As she walks into the room. She sees that the room is only lite by candles. Music is playing. I go and sit down. I tell her to stand before me. I want to look at her body. I tell her to strip for me. Not to just take her cloths off, but to strip like for me. Slowly so I can admire the body that I am going to use for my pleasure.  She has to earn my desire. Just taking her cloths off will not do it. She needs to earn my desire like a dancer earns a tip from a customer.

She is wearing high heels and stockings. I tell her to leave them on. She now stands before me almost bare. She is embarrassed at my stare. Knowing this I continue to stare at her body. Her nipples start to grow. Is it because she is turned on at the fact that I am staring at her naked body. Or is it the natural reaction to a cold room. I do not know. I do know that the growing erection in my pants is do to her standing there. My desire for her is growing.

I get up and walk to her. I tell her not to move. I slowly walk around her. Lightly touching her shoulders, her back, gently stroking her smooth ass. As I get back around to her front. I reach up and gently pinch her erect nipple. She jumps at the unexpected touch. I ask her if I gave her permission to move. She says no master. I reach around and spank her ass once. The crack of my hand on her ass fills the room. Her cheek instantly gets warm from my sudden attention. I ask her if she is going to move any more without my permission. She hesitates with her answer. Another crack fills the room. This time it was the other cheek. I ask her the  for a third time. This time I get the quick response I want. Did she hesitate the second time, knowing what I would do. Only she knows.

I make her hold out her hands. I take the mediaeval shackles that are laying on the bed, and fasten them to her wrists. The leather cuffs are tight against her skin. She knows now that she is totally mine. I can do anything with her that I want. Her nipples get even harder. She knows that now she will experience the full power of the passion that fills me.

 

I return to my seat. She is still standing there in front of me. The light from the candles flickering off of her body. I just sit there staring at her. My stare seems to send shivers through her body. The more I stare, the more she shivers. She dares not to look at me. She know that this will bring swift and sudden punishment.

I know that one of the things she is uncomfortable with is touching her own body. I tell her to touch herself. I tell her to touch her body in the places that she wants me to touch her. I tell her that if she does not touch those spots, I will not touch them later. She slowly moves her hand to her neck. She runs her hands around her neck. She slowly moves her hands to her breast. She gently caresses her nipples with her finger tips. Again she starts to move her hands down her body. She is slowly stroking her stomach. Her hands start to go lower. I tell her to stop.

I tell her to get on her knees. She says “yes master”, and quickly obeys my command. I tell her to lay on her back. She hesitates. I rise from my seat, walk to her. She dares not look up at me. Again the crack of my hand on her smooth soft cool butt fills the room.

For depriving me of the pleasure of having my command obeyed. I must now seek other pleasure. I tell her to undo my pants. She struggle with my belt. I tell her to hurry up. When she gets my pants undone. The erection that I have had for some time is just inches from her face. I tell her to pull down my underwear. She does. I tell her to caress my now aching cock. The feel of her hands on me, sends shivers up and down my spine. I can not let her know this. I ask her if she wants my cock. She says yes. I tell her to show me where she wants my cock. She opens her mouth wide. I tell to suck my cock. She eagerly takes me into her mouth. After about 30 seconds of this I pull out. Knowing how much she enjoys sucking me, taking it away is just even better form of punishment.

I make her pull up my underwear and pants. I return to my seat, leaving her on her knees. I tell her again to lay on her back. This time she quickly obeys. Now she is laying before me. With her feet closest to me. I tell her to spread her legs wide. When she does, I notice how wet she has already gotten. I tell her to touch her pussy the way she wants me to touch her. I tell her to stick her fingers inside her now very wet pussy. I tell her to spread her pussy lips apart so that I can look at the area she wants me to touch. I ask her if she wants my tongue on her clit. She moans and says yes. At that same moment. As if the thought of my tongue caused it. I can see moisture flow from her pussy. I tell her to play with her clit with one hand and to pinch her nipple with the other. I know her so well that I can tell when she is about to cum. I will not let her reach orgasm yet. I still have some fun in mind. Keeping her from cuming just makes it even better when she does.

When she gets close, I stop her. She has had enough pleasure for now. Its my turn. I tell her to get to her knees. She does. I tell her to come to me. She crawls to me and places her head between my knees. I tell her to again take off my pants. With me sitting, and her hands shackled. She has problems, but manages to get them down. I am longing to feel her warm mouth on me. Watching her play with herself, has almost caused me to cum as soon as I feel her touch. I can not let her know how much she is affecting me. As she takes me into her mouth, she starts to suck me with such passion and furry that I know I must slow her down, or I will cum faster than I want. I pull her head off of me. Holding her mouth just an inch from my cock. I tell her to slow down. I allow her to take me again into her mouth. This time she takes her time. She knows how much I enjoy her. She knows exactly what I like. I am not ready to cum yet. If I let her continue, I will. I stop her. I tell her to get to her feet. Its time we moved on to bigger and better things. She is now standing before me. Her beautiful nipples are pointing straight at me. As if to say please suck me. I stand up. I want more pleasure from this raving beauty.

 

 

 

I tell her to remove my shirt. She moves slowly from button to button. I reach up and pinch her nipple, and tell her faster. She understands moves faster. When my shirt is fully unbuttoned. I tell her to take my shirt completely off of me. Its hard for her to do. I do not move or make it any easier for her. When she gets it off. We are standing so close that her nipples almost touch me. I move my hand to the back of her head. I grab a hand full of her beautiful hair, and pull her face to my nipple. I tell her to kiss and suck my nipple with the tender care they deserve. First one then the other. After I have had my desire to feel her lips and tongue on my nipples. I let go of her hair. She does not move hear head away. She keeps sucking. I have to grab her hair again and pull her head away from my chest.

I should punish her for continuing without being told to, but I enjoyed it so much that I rewarded her. I use the handful of hair that I have. I pull her head back to the point that she is almost looking straight up. I lean down and reward her with a long deep passion filled kiss.

After the kiss I move around behind her. When I am directly behind her, I pull her next to me. I enjoy feeling her close to me like this. I reach around and start to gently explore her body with my hands. I run my hands over her breast, her stomach and her arms. This is for me. This is what I enjoy. I cup her breasts in each of my hands. I gently start to massage them. She moans and leans into me. I pinch both of her nipples at the same time, as a reminder of the fact she is here for my pleasure not hers. We both know this is not true. But its part of the game we play.

It is time. I lead her to the room that I set up for act two of our little play. Music is playing. The light from the candles, flickers off the walls. The air in here is chilly, that will cause every nerve in her skin to wake up and be ready for my manipulation.

She looks around the room. She sees the ropes hanging from the ceiling. She see’s the sackers laying neatly on the bed. She now sees the blind fold. She knows that soon she will not be able to see what I am doing. Not knowing what is coming is one of the things that she enjoys most. She knows that I have tools and toys to use on her, she just does not know where they are.

I move in front of her. I ask her what she was looking at, Why was she not looking at the floor. For this she must be punished. I lean down and bite her already large nipple. She jumps. The moan that escapes her, tell us both that this brought her more pleasure than punishment. This is going to be a good night.

I pick up the shackles, and place them on her wrists. She makes some small movements trying to resist, but not very hard. After I fasten the second wrist. I walk over and grab one of the ropes hanging from the ceiling. I tie one end of the shackle chain to the rope. I pull the rope tight, causing her arm to rise into the air. Now I repeat the process with the other arm. Now she is standing there with both arms high in the air. Its time for the legs. I fasten leather bands to both ankles. I now use the ropes that have been laying on the ground, to tie to each leg. As I pull on the ropes. This causes her to have to spread her legs. I keep this up till she is almost to the point of losing her balance. I now have her tied spread eagle standing up. I like this because I can move around her entire body, and have access to any part of her I want.

Now I pick up the one item that she both hates and loves at the same time. The blindfold. I place it over her eyes. Her world has just gone dark. As if on cue, her skin comes alive. She is now covered in goose bumps. Just the slightest touch from me causes an immediate reaction. I reach down to uncover the toys that I am going to use on her. If she only knew what I have in mind for her.

 

 


9/27/2011 5:53:31 PM

The rain was falling in the big heavy drops. It was a typical spring shower. Her windshield wipers were doing their best to keep up with the rain. Her car was heading towards him. She was on autopilot. The car was driving itself. Her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking of him. Only him.She can’t understand why this man, why now? She had managed to turn the deep longing in her soul to a mild ache. But this man has somehow been able to reach inside her and stir those passions to a boiling point. She has to see him. She is being drawn to him like the moth to a flame. She is no longer in control. Her hunger is driving her to him.It has been so very long since she has felt the warmth of a Masters touch. Too long, since just the sound of his voice, could cause her body, to react on pure instinct and lust. She craves to give herself, completely and in every way to a true Master.Again why him, why now? What is it about this man that stirs her so? This is not like her. She does not just take off and drive for hours just to meet someone. She is the calm level headed one. Not the impulsive live on a whim kind. Yet here she is. Driving to meet him. Wishing the miles would fly by so much faster.She needs to concentrate on the road. Her mind keeps wondering to memories of his voice. Remembering how his voice can cause the unconscious reaction in her body that it does. How he can ruin a good skirt with just a word. She does not know how he can with just the sound of his voice. Turn her precious delta, into the flowing river that floods here smooth thighs. How does this man, do that to her, so very easy?

She thinks about the last time they talked. The instructions he gave her for when they meet. The depths he is going to make her go. How she will have to prove to him that, she gives herself freely to him. He told her to wear a skirt, preferably short. A thin, sheer, tight blouse, with no bra. He said he wanted to be able to see her desire for him. She knows that it will be impossible to hide her hard nipples from him. He said she could wear stockings but no panty hose. He said he likes stockings, and garter belts. She likes the way they feel on her legs. She looks down and smiles. The sheer stockings she is wearing now make her legs look so good. She knows he will be pleased.She is used to being told what to wear. This she likes. It’s his last instruction that she does not know if she can do. It may be his cruelest instruction ever. She is to wear underwear. To prove, that she gives herself to him freely. She must stand before him. Remove the underwear she is wearing and present them to him. While he is watching. To stand there before him and admit that she wants him in such a way. To totally surrender to him is such an uncompromising way. This will be one of the hardest things she has ever done.She knows what she must do. He has told her that he will not touch her, until she does. She longs for his touch. She needs to feel his hands on her soft skin. She craves the smell of his body as he takes her in the most intimate way. She desperately needs to feel his pleasure fill her. For this reason she knows that the underwear that she has already soaked will be given to him as he wishes.

She is in his parking lot. It’s now or never. She wants to run to his door. Yet she is frozen in her car. Is she ready for this? Is she finely ready to give herself to someone this way? Is it too late for her to turn back? Is she already his? The fact that she is there, proves she is his. That she will freely give herself to him. He is just a few feet away. The sweet release is so close. Just on the other side of that door. 

She walks toward where he waits for her. Her heels sound like thunder on the sidewalk. She feels like everyone can hear her walking to him. She feels like every window has someone in it watching her. Snickering at her, knowing what is to come for her. Finely she is at his door. She knocks. She is waiting; he has not opened the door. Is he home? Did he forget she was coming? Where is he? It seems like forever before he opens the door. When he does, he just stands there looking at her. He slowly looks from her head to her toes and back again. His eyes are burning her body with his intense stare. Her heart starts to race. He smiles, steps back to allow her in. In his low voice. He says come in little one. The sound of his voice. Has an immediate reaction on her. The sweet nectar of her excitement flows down her things. Can he smell her already, does he already know that she can no longer stop herself. He looks at her like he could devour her in just a whim. He directs her to a chair. She tries to be relaxed but is shaking. Her nerves are on fire. His stare is searing her to her very soul. 

He offers her a drink. Her voice fails her; the response is just a squeak. He smiles, damn him. He knows she is his. He is just waiting. Making every passing minute seem like an eternity. He returns with her drink. He places it on the table before her. He then sits where he can see her clearly. He starts to make small talk. Asks her about the drive. How things are going for her. Just making conversation. He is driving her crazy. Why must he make this so hard for her? But she knows. She knows he is doing this so there is no doughty that she gives herself to him freely. She listens to his voice. She does not hear his words, her mind is on her pounding heart, and her aching nipples and the river flowing between her legs. His tone has changed. He is saying something trying to get her attention. She is brought back by one startling question. “Do you have something for me little one? Did you bring me a precious gift? “He now is just sitting there staring at her. It’s up to her now. Does she have to power to resist? Does she have the desire to resist? Is it time to give herself to him? To end the waiting, the longing, the hurting. To surrender herself to him and his will for her. To give herself to him as she has never given herself before.She feels herself rise. She is not in control of her body. It is acting of its own will. She lifts her skirt. Reveling herself to him. His expression does not change. He is staring a hole into her. He is watching her give herself to him. She moves her hands to her underwear. She slowly pushes them down her legs. He can now see the most precious symbol of her womanhood. After what seems like forever. Her underwear reaches the tops of her shoes. She steps out of one side then the other. She stands up with the proof of her surrender in her hand. He holds out his hand to her. She must walk to him to give him the gift he demands. Her lets will not move. She is frozen in place. With nothing but sheer will she forces herself to walk to him. She hands her gift to him. He slowly takes it from her. He moves them to his nose. He takes a deep breath and smells the sweet aroma of her desire. He smiles an evil smile.You are not excited enough. We will fix that. He reaches over and turns on a slow moving song. Without taking his eyes off her. He says, Dance for me. With out thought her body reacts. As she starts to move to the rhythm of the music. He says slowly revel to me the body with which I am to use for my pleasure. She starts to remove her clothing. First the blouse, then the skirt. He never takes his eyes off of her. Her nipples are so hard; she can not believe the amount of her juices that are flowing from her. She is sure that her aroma is filling the room. Now she is standing before him only in her shoes and stockings. When the song ends, He looks at her and says. Now I am going to show you how I make music.The music would be playing in the back ground. You in the foreground. Your hands tied straight above your head. Your legs spread apart to the point that you’re standing on the balls of your feet. The muscles in your legs are stretched tight. Your butt is one tense muscle. Then I start to play a song of my own.At first it’s a drum solo, me using your sweet cool cheeks as a set of beautiful bongos. Spanking out a rhythm that is only in my head. Your melody of cries and screams and whimpers adding to the already sweet song of passion and lust.

Now its time for a new song. I reach back for the paddle. Like a conductor. Every time I swing my instrument, I get a sound to add to the sweet song. The sharp chords of the paddle striking the cool sweet flesh of your now stinging butt. And the high notes of your cries. My song builds and builds in tempo and intensity till the song reaches its climax. The end is near when I release the chain from your hands. I bend you forward. Exposing even more of your sweet cheeks to me. I continue my exploration of percussion on your now burning ass. I have decided that now my song needs a huge finish. I drop my now well used paddle. Your beautiful butt is covered in welts, marks, and other signs of my enjoyment. I walk up behind you. You feel the heat radiating from my body. You wonder what I have in mind for you now. Just as you do. You feel me bury my very hard baton deep in you. Now the rhythm is of me pounding in and out of you. You feel my cool thighs on your burning ass. Ever time I thrust into you. My thighs slap your ass causing you glorious pain and pleasure. Finlay you feel me start to build to the climax of our song. You feel the explosion deep inside you as I fill you with my excitement and joy. I remove my instrument from you. You drop to your knees. You look at me with your begging eyes. All I do is nod yes. You then devour my now soaked baton in your mouth. You clean me and savor every drop of our mixed music. You again look at me. I am smiling at you. Then you hear me say with my cruel laugh. Little one that was just a song. Wait till I write my symphony. 


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NaughtyLilGirl69
 
 Age: 20
 Lakewood, California