Collarspace.com

Horizontal Line
Vertical Line
Horizontal Line

Horizontal Line

Lexxeigh

Lexxeigh - photo 1

Horizontal Line

Friends:
roseflame

Vertical Line

I do NOT yahoo or Kik or do any other messenger or chat platforms, so please dont bother asking. I am a switch and naturally Dominant. My submission is a choice and one that is exclusive to My Dom. I am intelligent, love to laugh and have a magnetic personality. I can be equally as serious as I am playful, as selfish as I am giving, as unaccommodating as I am accommodating and as insecure as I am confident. I am BBW so if that is not your preference I am not for you. Being ignored, neglected or casually dismissed are not things I take kindly to nor do I handle them well. STD testing is a must and is absolutely non-negotiable. Use of proper grammar goes a long way. When you message me the first time, if you simply ask me how my search is going or call me beautiful or vow to want to serve me or get to know me, sight unseen, I will not respond. If you like my profile, tell me what it is that you like about it. Qualities I look for in a slave include, but are not limited to Intelligence Self awareness Observant Insightful Capable Open and willing to learn, to obey and to be led Employed or otherwise independently sustainable I am not interested in trans, sissies, human toilets, age players, puppies, ponies or people who claim to have no limits.

Horizontal Line

10/9/2017 4:58:23 PM
She stood in the middle of the dungeon floor dressed like the fucktoy she was- long feminine negligee, peep toe platform heels, heavy eye makeup and oh-so-pretty and elegant earrings. When he arrived, she focused only on his cock as he casually took his time putting his keys down, removing his shoes and taking hits of his vape. Her hands fidgeted nervously behind her back though she tried hard to be otherwise perfectly still. He disappeared behind her for what seemed like an eternity. She was seconds away from being unable to control her curiosity when she felt him. His big strong hands began to move slowly over her body and he spoke to her, his voice just a touch above a whisper. He reminded her of what she was, the control he had over her and the things she has done and would continue to do simply because of what she was to him and why she chose to be so. The why-she felt it with her hands and he teased her cruelly by allowing her to touch it briefly before backing away slightly. He repeated this movement and each time her tiny hand was allowed to feel the hardening bulge behind his zipper, coupled with his hands caressing her and the sensuous warmth of his voice in her ear and upon her neck, she was catapulted closer and closer to the edge of explosion. 
 
He owned her. He ruled her & at no time was that ever more apparent than when he ordered her to cum for him. There was a time when she scoffed in amusement at the thought that anybody could really be so inebriated by the influence of another person that command of their body’s physiological response to arousing stimulus would be a “thing.” She certainly never expected she would be susceptible to as much but she absolutely was. And when he ordered her to let go, she felt it creep slowly from her core then accelerate outwards at lightning speed until she did indeed release some of that pent up energy and frustration of everyday life she had bottled up inside. Not easy to do in 5” heels and stay standing. She saw stars and if not for the trail of wetness that flowed from her pussy down the inside of her legs to remind her of her shameless shame, she might have lost her balance. 
 
A belt bound her arms behind her before a long soft material was placed around her head. As soon as she lost sight of his cock bulging behind the zipper of his crisp khaki trousers, her darkness began to fill with stars and she knew she wouldn’t be able to tolerate being blindfolded in those particular heels so she spoke up and rather than allowing her to remove the heels vs the blindfold, he removed the blindfold. He placed the material around the back of her neck, brought it around and crossed it over her throat. He spoke to her while he pulled the scarf tighter and tighter, constricting her breath, pulling her close and ordering her to cum. As her body ramped up to that place, it began to tingle everywhere, heightening the sensation of her release. It was a tremendous feeling that she imagined must be akin to the high people get from heroin & ecstasy combined. 
 
So tremendous, in fact, that she thanked him out loud and what followed was a sobering moment that made her heart race and her stomach flip. She had remembered everything except one very crucial instruction-that she was on voice restriction. It had completely escaped her mind until the moment he sternly asked her about it while slapping her across the face with an open palm. When she stammered to answer, she felt the sting across her cheek again and stupidly stuttered the words of apology which he didn’t want to hear AND made the mistake of looking upon his face (or maybe that was later...she couldn’t be sure). She closed her eyes and desperately tried to keep herself from cowering from him but she wasn’t successful. It was extremely difficult for her to open her eyes for the final slap which he clearly wanted her to see coming at her. 
 
She stood silently in place and now only spoke when directly spoken to and only when in a manner requiring her to reply. For the remainder of their time together that day, she would be fairly reticent because she knew she had to be. That presented some challenges to her in finding it within her again to really let her body relax and to really escape into the essence of what their joint purpose was in being in the same place and time. He turned her around, walked her to the massage table and had her bend at the waist. She was losing feeling in her arms and hands and not wanting to speak again, she twisted her arms and waved her fingers, begging for him to notice, which of course, he did and removed the belt to set her arms free. 
 
As the feeling in her hands returned, he ordered her to spread her legs. She did as she was told. That was why she was there...his pleasure and whatever that was...is what it was and would always be. She hadn’t touched her wand in weeks. The last time she used it was sometime before she last saw him...in her own territory, her town, her home, her bed. Still, even then, there was no real territory to claim as hers because she was his to use in any way he wanted. Now, he wanted to use her wand on her and it was torture...albeit an entirely delicious brand of torture. The head moved along her slit as she spread a little bit wider, then a bit more until it was at the zone where it had to be ridden before it could make her cum only riding it the way she was...wasn’t helping to stave off the orgasm that was building so quickly within her. Before she knew it, she was cumming and screaming and cumming. He tossed it aside then used his long masculine fingers to fuck her and ordered her to cum again. She cried in shame for releasing without permission but still continued to do as she was told in spite of it. As she lay there over the table, her body would not stop and just as it began to still, he told her to keep cumming. She had no control over it- he had her. He owned her. He definitely ruled her. 
 
He told her to take her time gathering herself and allowed her to clean herself up. She hated to see her tear-stained face in the bathroom mirror. And she was so pissed off that the fucking candle did not stay lit after she made certain to light it just prior to his arrival. She was grateful though that he didn’t punish her for it like he did the other time it had blown out. She had to get another candle because the one she had lit was full of water. This almost sent her into a rage but she bit the inside of her cheek to the point of causing pain, but not bleeding, to keep from flying off the handle. When she finished in the bathroom she returned to the dungeon and realized he had retreated to the bedroom. She grabbed their drinks from the counter, fixed her lingerie and tidied her hair before joining him. When she entered the room, she silently approached the bed and kept her gaze downwards. He lifted her voice restriction, ordered her to retrieve his vape from the dungeon and when she returned she nestled her head on his chest. She felt slightly uneasy in spite of how easy it was for her to be with him in this way. She was on guard for sure & the only way around it was his dick. She slid herself down his side until her face was level with his cock. It was soft and flaccid, totally pliable. She moved to be between his legs and rubbed his cock against her face, relishing the sweetness of his soft skin. The words to describe the exquisite soft and smooth nature of the skin of his cock always escaped her because it was (and is) simply so indescribable. 
 
She examined it as it gradually became erect in front of her eyes. She kissed it...like she was making passionate love to it with her mouth. Up and down each side, caressing his balls. She put the condom on after he told her to and did it with her mouth, at least partially. She wanted to be able to roll it all the way down, but still couldn’t do it. Practice, she thought. He rose and had her get on her knees then tore into her pussy from behind. It felt like he was going to break her wide open with the way he slammed his big hard cock in and out of her. She tried be quiet but he told her she could scream then he made her cum. She watched him watching her through the mirror, her huge tits bouncing with each thrust. He made her cum again and yet again. As she was cumming for the third or maybe just a continuous orgasm, he poured oil over her ass, slid his fingers in, then punched that big purple mushroom head of his into her tight anal hole. She was still cumming from before when he ordered her to cum again. He fucked her so hard in every way...the way she craved to be fucked, the way she needed to be fucked. He flipped her on her back and slammed into her pussy and made her cum again and again. She rolled over when he got up and peeled the condom from him then tossed it. She lay there sobbing. A song came on. A song that always affected her- from the young age she was the very first time she heard it. Not the lyrics but the music...slow, powerful...she was 11 years old when the song was released and she remembered feeling an awakening in her body. The stirrings of sexuality. The lyrics...no, though, now mabye they bore some relevance to her life. He must have thought it to be a strange moment that she wanted to just lay still and listen. Really listen...to her body. Something she just couldn’t really explain. She would hear a few other songs as the hours passed that tugged at her, slicing her to her core but she wouldn’t let him see. She never let anybody see that deeply into her, not even he who knew her probably better than anyone even though he really knew nothing about her nor she him. Their purpose to each other was singular. He was her Dom and she, his sub. Nothing more, nothing less. So black and white and so ironic considering the very nature of the way they connected and played. 
 

12/2/2016 5:43:10 PM
His sweet little one surely was still in the market for a little bruising. It had been awhile since he beat her just to beat her. The email she sent him a week ago begging for him to take a heavy hand with her was not a fleeting cry. He knew her well and knew that when she needed anything specific from him, she had to find a way to ask without coming right out and asking. She needed his strength to feel strong. Her self-loathing often got the best of her...mostly because she was always trying to make sense of what simply could not be made sense of. In those moments...those rare moments, he gave her the lifeline she needed to tide her over until their next meeting. A few words to assure her that he appreciated her but mostly to soothe her internal struggles.?
 
 She was ready and waiting for him just as he instructed her to be. She was on her knees hands behind her head, eyes closed, wearing her new pink baby doll lingerie and pink satin pumps. Though he loved to see her hair down and had firmly reminded her of his preference for it that way, he had never changed his standing order to have it pulled it back. He enjoyed presenting her with such subtle challenges and worked around it well by pulling it back just enough to keep it tidy while a few of her golden brown curls remained loose to softly frame her little face.? 
 He watched as she tried in vain to keep her excitement contained. Her lips pressed together nervously until she bit down on her lower lip then slowly released it only to find the tip of her tongue reach out for what it hungered for. He took deliberate measures with his movements as he removed his clothing, shook his shorts so the belt buckle sounded as he hung them. He knew just how to keep her driven with lust and inadvertently begging for his touch. She was so fucking easy.? 
 Finally he circled behind her and barely got through the first word of the instruction to spread her legs and was pleased that she was already doing it. He lowered his hand to her pussy and slid his fingers over her outer lips, working his fingers slowly inwards until he felt her dripping wet pussy. Her gasps were not as powerful of an indicator that she was on the verge of exploding. It was her trembling body that gave her away. Fuck, she was SO easy! His fingers found her pulsing cunt and pushed inside to the source of what drove her. She loved to fuck and be fucked and from the way she felt, so hot and wet, she was ready to be his fucktoy. She was exceptional...such a good girl. He moved his fingers in and out of her harshly. She struggled to keep her arms behind her head but she managed even as her body convulsed when he ordered her to cum.? 
 As he rose, he pushed her to the ground and instructed her to get into her submissive position. When he returned, she still shook from the orgasm he just allowed her to have but she was working at calming her breathing. Her ass was covered by her lingerie but he wasn't deterred by that pretty lace that accentuated all that made her soft, sensuous and feminine for he knew that it made her equally as strong and primally sexual. He pulled her up to her knees again by her hair and shoved his cock around her lips which she greedily wrapped around his big head and pulled him into her mouth. He thrust forward and pulled out, over and over again until his cock was slamming into the back of her throat.? 
 She choked and gagged and he had no mercy when he told her to open her mouth even as she struggled to breathe. He pushed her mouth away after she took as much of the length of him in once more before she choked hard. Again, he pushed her to the ground and she cried softy. That ass was his and he took a flogger and proceeded to beat her with and when she did not cry out as she normally did after the 3rd or 4th strike, he took note of her deliberations of breath. She was trying to suffer his cruelty in silence. What did his little one want? What was she trying to prove? Fuck her. He brought the flogger down in rapid fire succession over her ass, her thighs her shoulders and her back before throwing it to the ground. He ripped a condom from its wrapper and rolled it down over his raging hard cock then got on his knees behind her and plunged his big hard dick inside of her & fucked her roughly. He took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up and reminded her that she belonged to him. When he asked her to state her position she didn't say what he wanted to hear so he yanked harder and slammed into her deeper until she said, "Your personal cockwhore, Sir." With that, he commanded her to cum immediately and she obeyed, finally screaming out from the raging explosion that ravaged her core and as her body shook below him, he knew her passion was melding with the torrent of tears that brought her so much emotional release. Before the first teardrop hit the ground he pulled out of her pussy and tore into her ass, putting her release on hold. She returned to screaming as he buried his cock in her ass. Her screams were not the screams of long ago when in this very spot he had her on all fours and began to push his way into a place no man had ever been. Instead of the terror her screams once held, they were now a twisted cry, a mix of inexplicable pleasure and pain that jolted her into a state of ecstasy in mere seconds. As if on cue, she began to beg. One word at a time as her breath would allow her to speak. Please. He pulled out almost all the way & waited to hear it again before he slammed his big rod into her ass again. Please, S...S...Sssir. Please what? May I puhh...ppplee...please cum? Damn, he loved to make her cum and hearing her stammer her way through her sobs every time she begged and pleaded for his permission was a veritable symphonie erotique to his ears, fueling his Dominant nature with unimaginable intensity.? 
 Again, he commanded her to let go and as her body shuddered beneath him, he continued to fuck her roughly. She screamed as the waves of orgasmic sensations crashed through every part of her. He encouraged her to keep going and to give it all to him. She pushed up on her arms and he could almost feel her heart breaking as she released a great deal of the emotion she had bottled inside of her. She could barely hold herself up and he finally decided that she had reached a threshold, at least for the moment, and when he pulled out of her, he watched her collapse into heap and sob uncontrollably. This was not the time to break. She needed more; to be torn down to her most vulnerable state. He got up and circled around her before sitting in his chair. Go clean yourself up when you're ready. She did not hesitate for a moment in picking herself up from the floor to head for the bath. She was a bit disoriented and unsteady as she took her first few steps but quickly gained her balance. Within a minute or two, she returned with a hot washcloth. He was watching porn on his laptop and paid little mind to her. She bent slightly over him and with a timid but firm hand, placed the hot cloth over his cock with one hand and cupped his balls from underneath. She held him that way for a few moments before cleaning him thoroughly. When she was finished she stood and seemed uneasy, which he noted but didn't address. She would kneel before him in a moment. Of this, he was certain. He watched her toss the cloth aside, step towards him and kneel between his legs. He spoke to her as if she was an inconvenient convenience and that affected her. She wasn't able to process what was going on and though her soft hands were exploring him gingerly, there was a trepidation in her touch. It was the moment to seize.? 
 Now, suck my cock, bitch. Do what you're here to do. It's all your good for. She had already begun to take his cock into her mouth and playfully lick and suck his shaft. He so enjoyed the way she pleasured him and almost hated to stop it, but it had to be done. Make me believe you want to suck my cock. A single tear fell and trailed down his groin. Her lip trembled and he could feel her pain and confusion in the way she touched him. Fuck...she was SO EASY! I don't think you really want this. Her mouth attempted clamp down, fueled by fear and despair but he moved his cock out of her reach when he rose and simultaneously pulling her to her feet then made her bend at the waist. He beat her dangling tits with a flogger a couple of times, chucked it aside and just used them as punching bags. He watched them dangle and swing after every punch, stood her up and clamped her tits with a set of clover clamps. The torture continued as he hung weights from the chain and with each additional weight, she tried to stifle the cries of pain. He wanted to hear her scream and abruptly tore the clamps from her nipples and shrieked from the intense pain. She held her breath for a brief moment, then let out another scream as she thrashed slightly backwards. He turned her and put her underneath the ceiling hooks then ordered her to bend forward with her hands behind her back, stood her up again, and forced her to step backwards. He bound her tits together with rope, making sure to pass the rope over her skin and further confuse her by giving her some pleasure as he tortured her. He knew how much she loved the feeling of rope dragging across her skin and her body responded immediately. Those nipples were hard and her breathing went from panicked to quick but deep erotically charged pace.? 
 Time to knock her out of sorts again. He proceeded to beat her and this time, she did not try to breathe through the pain of his forceful strikes. She screamed in agony but he was so proud of her for holding her position, especially in those heels, but took this opportunity to strip her of her resolve by telling her to stop screaming. When she screamed out upon feeling the crack of a whip across her ass cheeks, he punished her for it. Didn't I tell you to stop screaming? No answer. Answer me. Didn't I tell you to stop screaming? With a sigh of total defeat, she agreed. Her shoulders slumped forward and her legs trembled. He moved the massage table in front of her and pushed her face down to it, smashing her swollen purple breasts to the table making her shift slightly and her screaming and crying resumed for a brief moment before she forced herself to choke on her tears. He took the long strip of black cloth and made a gag, stuffed it in her mouth and tied it behind her head. There. Now you can scream all you want. She was completely devastated. Gagging her used to be a hard limit for her, but she had come to tolerate it. Her mind flooded with thoughts that she knew were born of fear and self pity. She feared that he didn't know how extremely difficult it was for her to overcome the intense fear that she experienced when she was gagged, especially with fabric and that he didn't realize how debilitating the rush of panic had been for her and how she willed herself to soldier through the first time he had ever gagged her. As they invaded her psyche, she banished them with the what she knew to be undeniably true. He knew exactly what she needed and where she was...so much so that she often wondered if he could literally read her every thought. He knew her in ways she didn't quite know herself, a reality that sunk in as she alternated between being on the verge of hyperventilating and fighting the powerful gag reflex that threatened to make her purge her internal organs (or so it felt to her). And on top of all of that, being gagged was equally as dehumanizing to her as being forced to crawl across the floor like an animal. Yet, there she was, bending to an extreme, secure in the reality that he would never allow her to break. 
 He beat her with one thing after another. The more she screamed, the harder he swung as he built up to the whip. She thrashed around violently, her screams sharply rising with each crack of that whip across her skin. The intense stinging seared through her and once, twice...again, she shifted rapidly from foot to foot in protest. The whip had officially replaced the cane as the implement she despised more than anything. He took her beautifully crafted cane from the urn, the one she bravely bought for him to use on her as a way to conquer her fear of that uniquely intolerable cruelty up on her flesh. He struck her squarely across the most sensitive areas of her ass cheeks and watched as her fingers curled around the fabric of her lingerie and let go. Her fingers splayed across her ass then came together and loosely held those of her other hand. He struck her again and again. He noticed her hands remained still as as her cries lessened. She was effectively deconstructed. He yanked her upright and tugged at the rope. It uncoiled from her breasts rapidly but he pulled at it to make it hurt her instead of giving her the relief she needed. He took the gag off of her and could tell she wanted to throw herself into his arms, but still...he realized that he wasn't quite done with her. He sent her to clean up again and when she returned, he had already resumed watching porn. There was no trepidation in her touch this time. She was hooked and hungry for him. She brought him to a completely aroused state very quickly. He ordered her to reach for a condom and as she fumbled with the wrapper, he took it from her and told her to get up and sink her pussy down and impale herself on him. She followed his instructions almost robotically, but not for the sensual and raw sexuality that she exuded was undeniably palpable. Her eyes twinkled as she watched him roll the condom over his big hard tool and she pushed his hand out of the way to finish rolling the condom to the base of his shaft before gracefully straddling him and taking him into her hot and incredibly wet cunt. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned deeply as she rode him and pressed her clit against his pelvic bone, grinding and fucking and fucking and grinding. So fucking easy...so mother fucking easy. He told her what a fucking cumslut she was, called her his personal whore, made her repeat her role and place in his life and her arousal deepened and intensified with every slut branding word. She fucked him like tomorrow might never come and held her tits before him, taunting him by squeezing them and spreading her fingers across each one then digging into them. She leaned over him and fed them to him. He bit down, sucked, bit harder, sucked some more and launched her to the edge of the pleasure that boggles her sensibilities. She begged, breathlessly,? and he made her say every word of her plea for release even though she was rolling into being non-verbal. He loved to fuck with her like that but she was ready for a little reward, so he granted her permission to cum. She pumped her hips into him and her cunt spasmed and fluttered and clenched and released. It was intensely powerful and erotic and potentially able to be too much to handle, yet, his little shameless whore continued to ride him, ramping herself up to another insanely over the top orgasm that left her body devoid of energy as she crashed against him and buried her face in his chest and drenched him with tears. 
 He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to him. Almost there...but not quite. After she calmed her body, she dutifully proceeded to the bathroom to get a hot washcloth and clean him. She returned and was a little rough and had to be reminded to be gentle with the washcloth. When she stood, he ordered her to move the massage table and it threw her off. She could not even articulate a question to illustrate her confusion and he could see that she was escalating into a bad place, so he told her to get down into her submissive position. He put his legs on her back, using her as a foot rest. As much as she detested this, it also gave her a way to ground herself and she accepted that even though it was humiliating to be used as furniture, she was grateful for the opportunity to calm herself. It did not come easily for his little one. He watched porn but was cognizant of the way she spiraled in and out of the depths of her twisted soul until she found her center again. Once she did, he knew and released her to rise up and rest her head on his lap. Her sobs became less intense and finally, she stilled, mind, body and soul. He put his hand protectively over the back of her head and let her sink into the safety she had temporarily lost sight of but never actually lost. This was a safe place for her; it was her place with him as his devoted cockslut; nothing else in the world mattered in that moment...to either of them. Their world was as it should have been.? 
 Once they retreated to the bedroom, he continued to inflict beatings upon her tender body just because she needed to be reminded that beating her, while something he craves and wants to satisfy his own needs for stress relief (among other things), was always her choice. He needed to make sure that she truly understood that. She did and struggled with her internal conflict over why she allows what she hates. Ultimately, she does hate it, but what she does not hate...in the least bit, is being what he needs her to be for him. She loves serving him and takes pride in it. What surprised her was the acute realization that she truly experienced intense arousal knowing that he needed her that way and that she was strong enough to be his and to that he would do with her whatever tickled his fancy.? 
 He fucked her seven ways from Sunday. She could not get enough of his big cock slamming into her and she begged him to hurt her and fuck her hard and aggressively. She could not believe it when he shook his head and denied her that then proceeded to slowly and deliberately drill into her pussy until the length of him was completely buried in her. Again, he invaded her ass and she took every inch of him and he loved that she was so fucking turned on that she could cum from being fucked in the ass. He had himself a concubine...unparalleled and bond fide. She was so cute when she locked her legs around his waist and held him in her grip. After she came for the nth time, they lay there on the bed, tangled in each other. She was unmasked and free and he couldn't pass up the moment. He began to toy with her pussy, pressing his fingers past her swollen lips, rubbing her clit then splitting his fingers between her cunt and her ass. This one just fucking loved to be fucked and he loved to fuck her out of her fucking mind. He warned her that he would fuck her until she couldn't walk and begged to cum and he intended on delivering as she bucked against his hand, wanting more, he held off giving permission for just enough time that her final release put her into a completely different plane of existence, unable to formulate a sentence, where gibberish was the main language. He laughed as he watched and listened to her body just feel the exquisite all over erotic effects of his very knowing touch. He knew every intimate detail of her pleasure zones, both physically and psychologically and how to get her to walk through her own doors as he held them open for her. She was exceptional.? 
 Once she came back to herself, she glowed. The fire that burned within her was that of an intense desire to see him to the very place he took her so many times that day. She knew how to touch him. She made him feel his entire body come to life as his cock stirred underneath fingertips. She licked him. She took his soft perfect pink tube of flesh in her mouth and held it there, occasionally sucking it towards the back of her throat. She pulled back a little then swallowed again. She did this over and over and he got a little bit harder with each pass. Suddenly it was like a steel pipe. Long and smooth and so fucking hard. She had to resist the urge to throw caution to the wind and just mount him and ride him until he came inside her...yes, she had to keep her wits about her. But as she toyed with him and edged him towards his own explosive release, she described how she would treat her own tribe of male slaves and how things might go when the threesome happens in the near future. She stroked him playfully, seriously, softly, aggressively, then just perfectly because she wanted to swallow his load right then and right there. She knew just how to flip him off his cliff with her touch and her words. She watched him like a hungry cat and took infinite delight at the first sound of his load launching out of his balls and through his shaft. She covered the big mushroomed head with her mouth in time to feel his hot shot of cum coat the back of her throat. He trembled and shuddered below her every time she applied the slightest pressure with her lips, knowing it was the only way she could inflict upon him a painful pleasure or...a pleasurable pain.

7/5/2016 8:21:48 PM
For the first time in my entire life, I have experienced being completely naked outside. I wish Sir was here with me enjoying the cool night air as it breezes across my skin, whispering across my nipples like a sensuous kiss.

6/15/2016 1:45:10 PM
I try to be a very good girl but all I want to do is be bad.

9/28/2015 1:05:37 PM
He told me how beautiful I looked completely bound to the table. Not long ago, I would not have understood that to be the genuine compliment and the expression of appreciation it truly is. What I once would have rejected, I now accept completely.

9/10/2015 7:02:39 PM
I was recently informed that my "pleasure, etc." was too much by somebody who a couple of days earlier talked about how he would watch me get fucked by a bunch of black men with giant cocks and beat me with a hangar just because he might have a bad day. Crazy to think what could have happened if we actually met in person. He thinks I'm too much? NEVER trust anybody who says TRUST ME. FUCK THAT! Why am I SO fucking irritated by this man's asshole behavior?!

9/8/2015 4:10:44 PM
Right before I left the house to meet Sir, I re-read the emails he sent me. The first one contained my instructions in preparation for his arrival. When I initially read the instructions they didn?t strike me as anything out of the ordinary. ?you are to be waiting for me on your knees with your legs spread, hands behind your back, mouth open, eyes closed, and your tongue out waiting for me to rest the head of my cock on it. I want you wearing one of your teddies with no bra or thong. You are to be on voice restriction until I release you or in direct response to a question.? I had only been on voice restriction once and it wasn?t really an imposition, but a ?shut the fuck up? because I was screaming every time He thrust his big dick in my ass?and when I say ?thrust,? I really mean SLAMMED with such force, it felt furious and violent. I used the drive time to clear my mind and by the time I got to the dungeon, I had effectively done just that and considering that I only had 30 minutes to be completely ready for him, I was uncharacteristically calm. I like to have much more time to prepare for Sir and I?m not sure why today I was so unhurried and I was ready for him with 5 minutes to spare. I did one final survey of everything before I lowered myself to the floor. I leaned into my standard sub position (head to the ground with hands flat on the ground on either side of my head) to stretch and center myself. I knew he had arrived without any visible or audible indications. As I so often have in the past, I just felt His presence and wasn?t at all surprised when I heard the door upstairs open and shut, followed by the unmistakable sounds of his footsteps descending the stairs. I rose up on my knees, placed my hands behind my back, closed my eyes and opened my mouth with my tongue out, as instructed. I listened intently as he removed his clothing and put on his dungeon pants?those easy access pants that caused my face to flush beet red upon my first exposure to submission and D/s play?a moment I will likely never forget for as long as I live. I wished I could open my eyes because I love to see Him in those pants with his beautiful cock hanging out through the front custom crafted opening. He was suddenly in front of me and grabbing a fistful of hair and placing the tip of his dick on my tongue, tapping it and pulling it away before moving it slowly over my lips and back to my tongue again. Like a baby bird, I reached for what he was tempting me with, but he kept it just out of my reach, knowing he was causing my hunger for him to be deliciously unbearable. I tried in vain to break free of his grip on the back of my head as I desperately sought out his cock. My place as his cumslut whore was made abundantly clear as he abruptly yanked his cock away from my face and walked away. The clinking sounds of the chain he then placed around my neck and the cold metal against my skin propelled my gradual arousal to shocking heights and I started to tremble. As he secured the chain, he told me that I had better understand that I belonged to him, that he would use me however and whenever he wanted and there was not one fucking thing I could do about it. I was his property, my body his for the taking. He pulled me to my feet. He circled me, stopping directly behind me and pulled my lingerie roughly off my shoulders, one at a time. Stepping in close behind me, he savagely bit my neck and shoulders. The bite he placed above the nape of my neck was designed to stay with me as a reminder of him in the days to come. His hands reached around me, pulling my tits from the lace of the lingerie that covered them. I felt his cock brush across my ass and took the opportunity to wrap my hand around it. The feel of it in my hand gave me comfort, reminded me of just how much I enjoy serving my Dom, and of the undeniable truth of his power over me. Abruptly, he stopped. My breath caught in my throat as I realized he was now in front of me. He squeezed my breasts rhythmically, increasing the pressure of each squeeze after each release. I knew better than to shrink away, so I pushed my chest out towards him. As he squeezed and slapped my tits, he reminded me again of what a complete whore I am and how he was going to use me. He slapped my face, open handed, then my tits. Next he started rummaging through the torture table that holds a wide variety of tools, instruments, and supplies appropriate to a dungeon. In a flash, he was behind me again and roughly positioning my arms and hands in the place he wanted to tie them. If I flinched, he would adjust them with more force. My right arm felt less flexible and/or comfortable than my left and I wasn?t about to break voice restriction even though I knew that if it were for safety I could and should say something. Normally, I savor the feeling of the slow drag of rope across my skin, but the focus on keeping my arms from moving out of position kept me from enjoying the sensation of the rope that was being slowly, deliberately, and forcefully dragged across my shoulders and back. Once my arms were bound behind me, I was then bound in what I can only describe as a chest harness type configuration that was pulled through my legs and tightly pulled up between my pussy lips and ass. I knew that my tits were about to be ballooned and braced myself for the inevitable searing pain. The rope he used on my tits was completely unfamiliar. It felt raw against my skin but it seemed to be more effective than the nylon rope that so often slides against itself. This rope wrapped and held easily and it was evident that Sir was very much enjoying his work. He said how beautiful my tits looked so tightly bound and ballooned as he stepped back to admire his handiwork and playing with them very roughly before he leaned in and latched on to my left tit with a bite so forceful the scream that escaped me took me by complete surprise as jolts of violent pleasure shot through my core straight to my cunt. I wanted to beg, but couldn?t violate the voice restriction. I shrieked and thrashed against him and welcomed the permission he bestowed upon me to cum. I appreciated that he held me to keep me from falling as my hips bucked against him from the rush of ecstasy that followed. He proceeded to suspend my ballooned tits from the ceiling as I worked at calming my body. Once helplessly strung up, he beat my ass with something I wasn?t familiar with, maybe a paddle or leather strap. It felt heavier than a crop, but it had a similar sting. He struck me repeatedly on my ass, each strike a bit more forceful than the one before it. I realized that there was no escape from my reality. He takes infinite pleasure in seeing me fight against my restraints and becomes intensely aroused at the sounds of my begging, screaming, and crying. It drives him wild when I truly beg him to hurt me when we?re fucking. He loves to sit in silence while he brings me to a place of release just so he can watch me thrashing around like a trapped wild animal and hear the pure desperation of my screams as I beg to cum. He had me exactly where and how he wanted me - helpless. He threw the instrument down, stepped away for a moment and returned to pull the rope to the side of my pussy and push the end of my vibrating wand against my clit. The agony of my physical pain was suddenly completely eclipsed by the powerful vibrations on my pussy. His words compounding and accelerating my arousal like a rocket shooting into space. ?That?s right, slut. Just fuck it. Show me what a fucking whore you are. He reached up and pinched my nipples as he held the wand to me, watching me greedily moving myself over it, grinding and rocking myself to explosion, which he permitted me to do just in the nick of time. As I came he dropped the wand to the ground and bit down on my right nipple, compounding the tidal wave of an orgasm into a tsunami so intense that even being suspended from the ceiling did little to keep me from staying balanced on my feet. As I was cumming he quickly released the rope from the d-ring in the ceiling and caught me as I doubled over toward him, my body rocking uncontrollably from my volcanic orgasm. He ordered me to bend over the table. My tits were still ballooned and he was smashing me down, wanting them flat. He held my head down to the table as he leaned over me and reminded me that I had two punishments I had earned for violating his rules. He stepped away and I heard him remove a cane from the urn on the torture table. He tapped it into the palm of his hand while informing me of his selection and that he chose it because he knows it is what I hate the most. There was a price to pay for my failure to follow instructions. The sound of the cane slicing through the air before it made contact with my ass was utterly deafening. I could feel the welt forming instantly as the sharpness of the sting quickly deepened to a burning feeling. Inside, I was crumbling. The physical pain of punishment is not even as close to the mental and emotional anguish I experience when I have fucked up and feel I?ve disappointed him. As he continued to strike me, the physical pain from the cane and self-inflicted mental torture unleashed a torrent of crying that was all consuming. After the caning, he ordered me up and walked me toward the torture table and began to undo the ropes and told me to open my eyes. I could barely see through the wall of tears that had built up. He told me to look at my ballooned tits and see how beautiful they looked. I looked down then looked away as he unraveled the rope around each one. I approached the bedroom, not knowing what to expect. When I saw him laying there on the bed, holding the laptop and surfing porn, looking so relaxed and sexy, retreat was not an option. I wanted him. I wanted to please him and make him proud of me. I had to shake everything off, to let go of what I didn?t understand in the moment because if I?ve learned anything, it is that Sir does nothing that lacks insight or without purpose. It surprised me to hear him instruct me to let my hair down. I didn?t even think he noticed me approaching the bed. He looked up from the porn as I took the elastic out and let my hair fall naturally on either side of my face. He said, ?Look at yourself in the mirror. I love your hair like that.? I did as I was told and looked and was able to see myself as he sees me and almost slipped up by saying thank you. I caught myself and smiled instead. I crawled up on the bed and knelt between his legs. I felt safe there. The chain kept falling inconveniently on my side and I gathered it up and positioned it to stay out of my way before I lowered my mouth over the head of his cock and flicked it with my tongue before I took it into my mouth. The man has a fucking magnificent dick and even his balls are perfect. It is a truly delightful thing to feel the soft pink flesh become hard under my hands and in my mouth. Sir loves variety and has incredible stamina. He lets me do anything I want to his cock because it all feels good to him. I learned very quickly to be generous with the lubrication or suffer the consequences. Truth be told, I had never known a guy who insisted on the use of lube for blow jobs. Most guys are happy to get a blow job at all. Sir is not most men though and I appreciate that about him. He wants what he wants. His standards are exacting and he makes no apologies for who he is and what his expectations are. He responded to my touch very well. His dick was exceptionally hard and it was making my cunt clench wildly as I played with it, sucking, biting, swinging, and stroking it. I focused on my purpose of making him feel good. I did not hold back at all as I took all that I could of him into my mouth. The more I fucked his cock with my mouth the hotter I got and I didn?t even realize that I was moaning and on the verge of cumming. He told me to get a condom and fuck him and I gladly complied. I slid my very wet pussy down onto his cock, taking all 8? of it inside me. There was no hesitation now and I rode him, savoring the deliciousness of having him inside me. I reached around the laptop and over his head to hold onto the headboard so I could grind him a little harder, but that fucking laptop was just in the way. I brought my hands back and rested them on my thighs, leaning back slightly and found a new groove. I didn?t even notice that he had put the laptop down and was watching me fuck him. My eyes met his and I put my hands on my tits, squeezing them before slowly and seductively lifting them out of the lace cups of my lingerie. He reached for one and had only barely touched it when I felt myself about to go plummeting over the edge that I wasn?t allowed to fall from without permission. The silent exchange of appreciation was so erotic and there was going to be no stopping an intense orgasm from happening. In the very second before my body released the pleasure it could no longer hold, he ordered me to cum all over his big cock?to just let it all out. I came with such force that my hips jolted in an upwards motion right off of his cock. I wanted to stay on it to let him feel what I feel from the inside, but it was too late. I continued to cum and cum under his encouragement until I got off of him. He then ordered me onto the bed on my hands and knees. I watched him through the mirrored closet doors as he rolled a new condom down onto his cock. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to watch as he plunged his cock into my ass. He pounded into my ass while he yanked my head back just as harshly before pushing it down to the bed. With my ass in the air and face to the bed, he increased the intensity of the way he was fucking my ass and there was no longer a line separating pain from pleasure. I couldn?t speak at that point if I had wanted to because every cell in my body was alive and pulsing. He thrust his big cock inside me with such incredible force and the intensity of the rhythm was like nothing I had ever experienced. A year ago I would have laughed in the face of anybody if they told me that I would not only be getting my ass fucked but would actually relish it, crave it & long to feel the eroticism of a big hard cock brutally punishing me in that way. The way his cock felt thrusting in and out of my ass...gave my entire body a first class ticket to launch into some other fucking dimension of paradise. Like the best anal beads with the most experienced user manipulating them, he told me to cum and to do it right in that second. I screamed as my body convulsed and he just fucked me even harder. He made me look at him through the mirror and said, ?This is called fucking the SHIT out of you.? I could barely stand the intensity of the full body orgasm that ripped through me like wildfire. When I thought I was done cumming...I just wasn't. I got off the bed to go out to the dungeon and my knees gave out and I collapsed to the ground, my body still working through wave after wave of orgasmic euphoria. Physically and emotionally exhausted, my heart was heavy as I followed him into the dungeon. He got on the massage table, which I had at some point set up, though I don?t recall exactly when I had done so. I dipped my hand into the coconut oil which was warm from being in front of the space heater and began on his shoulders. It is a very centering experience as I focus on my breathing and learning every inch of his body as I work the tension out of his back between his shoulder blades and never forget to pay plenty of attention to his big dick that I pull out from beneath him resting it in between his testicles. I love to take the head of his cock in my mouth and pull it out from under him during massages. I reflected on all of the change and growth I?ve seen in my life since the day my Dom made me his just over a year ago. I felt genuinely secure and confident in the truth of our connection and the realization that I had no reason to be insecure. I saw how his belief in me helped me to believe in myself and he taught me how to walk again and is proud that I stand on my own. I understood Us in totality rather than in pieces. I got so completely lost in his body and everything I was doing that I stopped to whisper in his ear how erotic it felt to be there with him. I followed by burying my tongue in his asshole while my hand squeezed his big cock. His dick was hard and powerful and just having it in my hands and mouth made me ravenous with desire and I needed to cum for the nth time that day. He loved that I needed to cum while I serviced him and gave me free reign to do so. ?Is there a condom there?? He asked. I reached over and handed it to him because my hands were wet with lubrication. He directed me to the bedroom and I walked backwards, playfully and seductively as he followed/guided me to the bed. I fell back onto the bed and maneuvered to the center. He towered above me and straddled my face. Slamming his big dick down my throat hard and fast just like he had done sometime earlier in the day. He told me to take all of it, knowing that I couldn?t fit that big cock all the way in my little mouth. He gagged me repeatedly, almost making me throw up from how hard he fucked my throat. I watched him intently as he backed up slightly and rolled the condom down over his dick. He hesitated as he hovered over me, very briefly. I wondered if that first powerful thrust felt as amazing to him as it always does to me. He fucked me. I begged him to hurt me with his big cock. He responded aggressively and with all the energy and physical prowess he knows I cannot live without. I can?t even count how many times I came while he fucked me. The harder he fucked me the harder I came, squeezing him out of my pussy with the last eye rolling, toe curling, nipple hardening orgasm he allowed me to have. We moved back into the dungeon and he sat in his chair. I knelt before him to begin bringing him to the amazing heights that he just brought me to many times over. I was born to be where I was, I was made to be fucked the way he fucks me. I gleaned a much deeper appreciation for my place in his world, I took immense pride in serving him in a way that he needs to be served and being what he needs me to be at any given time, whatever that entails?a silent observer and learner, a domme in training, a canvas for the marks he leaves on what belongs to him, etc?all the while and no matter what, his sub/slut. My role in his life is to bring him pleasure. Nothing more and nothing less and doing that is what I live for. I worked his cock while he watched porn. At one point, I stood and playfully pushed the laptop to the side with my finger. He looked up and I pointed to the floor. He put the laptop down and as he looked back towards me, I slowly exposed my breasts to him, squeezing and pinching my nipples. I proceeded to the wall to pull the cover clamps off the hook and handed them to him. He had me attach them to my nipple and pull on it before he did the next one. I moved to the music, feeling my sexuality and the powers of seduction that glowed from within me. He pulled back on the clover clamps, each of them tightening their grip on my nipples. I obeyed his directive to cum and while I came, he pulled each clamp off my nipples, adding an extra dose of release to the luscious feelings my body was blessed with. I then got aggressive with his cock and was extremely turned on at how turned on he was. I used the shibari vibrator on it, playing with different settings, intensities, and vibrating patterns. Gradually bringing him to and from the edge. I knew he was ready to cum and he looked down at me. I was already gazing up at his handsome face and our eyes met briefly before his head flew back and the unmistakable moan that comes from his body was music to my ears. He shot his hot load deep into the back of my throat while his body tremored beneath me. While I remained at his feet, my head nestled into his thigh, eyes closed, I felt a great sense of peace and immense gratitude. I had pleased my Dom and was exactly where I should be.

8/9/2015 10:44:50 AM
Don't call me girl. You have no right unless I give you as much.

8/4/2015 5:05:33 PM
People are people. Thinking people in this world were somehow refreshingly honest and accepting...BIG mistake. Live and learn.

3/15/2015 12:53:55 PM
One after another is a complete letdown. Re-thinking a lot. I don't know if the fact that my Sir, my first, being the uncompromising, true Dominant, incredibly amazing and insightful Mentor with exacting standards of integrity is a curse for the hopes of finding someone comparable in the future or not. All I know with any certainty is that He is and has been a blessing in my life and development not only as a submissive but as a better person in general.

3/8/2015 4:41:05 PM
Emotions can destroy what they were complicit in creating, restore what they actively took part in destroying. Emotions lift you to the stars above then drop you into the depths of hell. Emotions build exponentially within the walls that confine and suppress them. Should any part of what imprisons them happen to crack, they escape with a vengeance so powerful that you become their prisoner.

Vertical Line

Horizontal Line
Horizontal Line
darkwolve
 
 Age: 29
 DOVER-FOXCROFT, Maine