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tallhourglass

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I am a true Female Dominant. I know now that this lifestyle fulfills me. The stories in my journal are examples of the service I desire, but I enjoy other elements of service too, especially rituals and protocols. I am a well educated college professor, so I value intelligent conversations and connections.
I am looking for a long-term female-led relationship. I am looking for my true slave: One who will grow with me mentally and sexually-- but also emotionally.
One who knows himself, one who understands his submission, one who has the time, resources, availability, and willingness to truly serve me on a regular ongoing basis.
One who is comfortable attending events in Atlanta's BDSM community and ready to help me give back to it.
One who knows that kneeling before his Queen is a symbol of strength and honor-- not weakness and derision.
One who wants the white picket fence and dungeon in the basement (or at least a bedroom with a few connection points).
One who understands that my needs come first and that in fulfilling them, he fulfills himself.
One who is ready to truly serve his Mistress. And now for the practicalities: I do not ask for money or gifts; I make my own living. I am not interested in married or partnered men. I am not interested in being your texting Mistress or your webcam Mistress. I am looking for someone who is emotionally, sexually, socially, and romantically available to serve me in a real time, serious relationship. I am an active member of Atlanta's BDSM community. Anyone who serves me will attend events with me. (You will not be required to engage in public play.) Should you have questions about my sincerity or my commitment to giving back, see my profile on FetLife. (Tallhourglass is my profile name there as well.) Please do not contact me if: -You are a bed-hopping submissive just looking to get your jollies off -There is no reasonable chance we will meet -You are unavailable due to location, work, or marriage/family obligations -You fear that you will stand me up or cancel our first date. My quest: I am looking for an intelligent, reasonably fit, masculine sub who will worship me and submit to my will. Bondage to me is less physical and more mental. I use my guile and sexuality to control-- not ropes and cages. I also relish receiving and giving pleasure. Pain is easily achieved, but mind-altering, connective sensuality that binds a man to me is the greater challenge. It is what I seek. I want to conquer an otherwise independent, strong-willed sub who will moan and beg me to take him with my lips, my long arms and legs, my pussy, my tremendous breasts and ass, and my strap-on cock.

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9/24/2017 10:41:11 PM

Here is an excerpt from a longer story I wrote, inspired by a fine slave who, sadly, lives too far away. This may be the best erotica text I've ever written:

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, breathed deeply, and placed the collar around your neck, pausing, as you always do, to admire it in the mirror.  You watched the reflection of your fingers reaching up to touch its branded monogram: the letters M and S on either side of a large silver ring. Mistress assigns those letters various meanings, depending on Her mood: Master/slave when She attaches Her silver chain leash to you; masochist/Sadist when She whips you with the dragons tail, and Mistress/submissive when She seduces you sweetly from behind. Most importantly, though, these are Her initials, kept close to your throat and your heart, reminding you that you are one with Her, a part of Her, sustained by Her.



5/8/2017 6:40:27 PM

EDGING

Imagine you are naked and standing. I am in my black corset pressed close behind you. Against your back, you can feel the softness of my breasts contrasted with the hard ribs and slick vinyl of the corset.

My long arms are around your waist and my head is inclined over your shoulder. My hair is so close to your face, you can smell the fruity scent of my conditioner.

My hands massage the small of your hips-- broad strokes, my super long fingers gripping your skin ever so slightly as they move. My hands now migrate to your belly, pressing down to feel the give and take of your soft young skin. So warm and relaxing.

My hands gradually work their way down the front of your hips to your cock. My right hand grabs your shaft while the left finds your balls and cups them gently, juggling them like delicate glass.

My right hand pumps softly, and I whisper in your ear: "I want you to hold that cum till I tell you." I stroke your cock at a steady pace, up/down, up/down. After one minute, I increase the speed and grip your cock a little harder. When your cock is full and thick, perhaps after one more minute, I stop suddenly, pressing your dick against your stomach, whispering: "Just rest." And we stand there in silence as your would-be orgasm fades and you long for me to pump your cock again.

When your cock goes limp and your heavy breathing subsides, my fingers twist the top of your cock, feeling the shaft spring to life again. I stroke it for another two minutes, this time increasing the speed and intensity. And I say: "Don't cum for me yet. I want you to hold it." And when you moan a bit for me and your cock starts to twitch, and you are biting your lip to distract you from the urge to blow, I grab your dick roughly by the tip and hold it there, saying: "Not yet my little slut."

A few minutes pass in still silence. I wait for that hard cock to relinquish its stiffness. Then I grab your shaft again, a little harder this time. My stroking becomes a pump. You start to feel engorged, your cock aching to cum, aching from the tease.

After one minute, I pump your cock as hard as I can so that it is screamingly full and ready to burst. Between gritted teeth, I command: "I want you to cum for me you bastard. Cum as hard as you can." And I pump your cock even more forcefully, milking the shaft and briefly twisting the tip. "Cum on, you better fucking cum for me." Now you can't hold it any longer, and you explode all over my hand, your stomach, and the floor.


You can feel my breathing change, my own chest heaving deeply, and you know that I am pleased. And as the last bit of cum oozes from your cock, you feel my fingers on the super sensitive tip one more time, squeezing and scooping all the remaining cum and causing your cock to twitch with searing pleasure and pain. I raise my cum-covered fingers to your mouth and watch as you suck them dry.

 

3/5/2016 11:17:27 PM
Under the Desk

"You must not soil this skirt,' Mistress says to you, but you don't need the reminder. She is wearing her formal black pencil skirt and white button down oxford, her favorite outfit. Mistress wore it specially for you. She knows about your naughty teacher fantasies; she knows you want to be her slutty student. And she knows you want to please her with your mouth.

Mistress forces you to your knees. The pink lace panties that hide your cock and balls wedge deeper between your ass cheeks, rubbing your hole and making your dick grow. "Now crawl over there," she commands and points at a plush white towel folded under the desk behind you. You creep across the hotel room floor and kneel on the towel, just barely fitting under the small desk. Your head is bowed a little to keep from hitting the drawer above. She is standing over you now, her stockinged feet firmly planted in front of you. Even shoeless, she seems taller and more invincible than ever. Peeking up from under the desk, you can see her large round breasts stretching the shirt out, straining the buttons. Her bulbous ass is framed tightly by the black skirt, revealing the grand expanse of her cheeks and the broad curves of her hips. "Hmm. I think I better make sure you don't cheat," she muses, tapping one finger on her lips in contemplation as she looks down at you sternly. "Put your hands behind your back."

You cross your wrists and bow your head further for inspection. Once Mistress is satisfied with your obedience, she turns and leaves you there on your knees under the desk, arms crossed behind you. You hear her leisurely open a small suitcase in the far corner and rummage through its contents before she returns with a gray silk necktie. "Bend down." You do as Mistress directs, crouching forward while she winds the necktie between your wrists, knotting the ends to bind your hands together. "Now that's better." She puts her stockinged toe under your chin, raising your head and torso back up.

Mistress unbuttons the top five buttons of her oxford, releasing the pressure on the shirt seams so that they slide to either side of her breasts, exposing the black lace bra underneath. She bends down, and you find your face smothered in the cups of that bra, your mouth and nose buried in cleavage. You can smell the vanilla of her body wash still lingering there on her soft skin. Mistress' hands are behind your head, pushing your face further into her cleavage until you can hardly breathe. With a jerk, she grabs your hair and pulls you away. "You'll get to suck those beauties after you please me further," she whispers.

Mistress stands up and walks away again, this time to retrieve a rolling office chair from across the room. She grasps the bottom seam of her skirt and stands before you, one hand on each side, gathering the material carefully while her ass sways in rhythm. For the first time, you can see her black garter straps. She pops them slowly and seductively while she stares into your eyes. Right leg: one, two. Left leg: three, four. Then, she perches on the edge of the chair, rolling it forward until your head fits snuggly between her legs.

"Remove my stockings with your teeth," Mistress demands, and guides your head to the elastic top of the right stocking. Your nose and mouth are now pressed against her inner thigh. You are so close to her pussy, you can feel her heat and smell her scent. You become intoxicated by her but know you must stay focused. So you slip your tongue under the elastic and grab it with your lips and teeth. "Gently!" Mistress demands. "Do not rip my stockings, or you will be punished." Her stern warning scares and excites you. You can feel your cock growing again, and you know you must please your Mistress.

Slowly, you feel the elastic give and slide down her plump soft thigh. You are careful to keep your mouth firmly around the elastic, but your nose is pressed to her skin. Each time you inhale, you enjoy that vanilla scent again. The stocking slides over her knee, down her long, perfectly curved calf, and over her delicate ankles. She lifts her foot so that you can release it as well, her high arches curled tight and her toes wiggling just a little. You stop briefly at the sight of her naked right foot; it is the size of a man's but slender, with the longest toes you've ever seen on a woman. Her nails glisten, oxblood red. They are professionally painted, as always, because Mistress knows you can't resist their curved shape and smooth gleaming polish. You drop the stocking from your mouth and your lips find her big toe, kissing and licking it furiously.

You feel your head yanked back by your hair. "Who gave you permission to do that?" Mistress snaps indignantly, looking down at you over the top of her black framed glasses. She takes your head in her hands and leads you to her left thigh, where her other stocking waits to be removed. Through the folds of her skin and the elastic of her stocking, you mumble, "Yes, Mistress." And soon, you are absorbed again in the vanilla scent of her skin, the softness of her thigh, the length and curve of her calf. But this time, you gingerly pull the stocking off her foot, placing it neatly on the ground and bowing low, waiting for Mistress' approval.

"Now that's a good little slut," Mistress coos and strokes your hair with her left foot. She slides down further in the chair, so that she is leaning back in it now, her pussy and ass almost completely suspended in the air. Reaching down to hike her skirt up even more, until it hugs the top half of her wide hips, Mistress spreads her legs wider. Your mouth waters at the sight and smell of her pussy. Her clit is deep red and engorged; her long lips are glistening with wet. You are desperate to lean forward and bury your face in her. You want to taste her again; you want to feel her warmth on your face; you want to run your tongue inside those lips. Most of all, you want to hear her moan with pleasure.

"Wait and watch." Mistress warns, as she slides two long fingers over her swollen clit, stopping to massage that soft shelf just below it. You can see her wet building, her lips almost purple from arousal. Her fingers slide between her pussy lips and then separate to spread those lips further apart so you can see even more of her. The glorious red hole beckons you. Her long middle finger disappears into that hole while her index finger massages her left lip. Then both fingers slide back up to massage her clit shelf again. You see her pussy clench and her thighs tighten, just a little. She removes her fingers, leans forward, and places the wet fingertips on your lips. Mistress holds them there for a second, daring you to suck them. You want to open your mouth and draw them in, to taste her sweet juice. But you hold firm, knowing she is tempting you again. Mistress smiles and swirls her fingertips around your lips, applying her juice like lipstick until you glisten. Your mouth is watering, and you ache with the knowledge that Mistress can be so deliciously cruel.

"Mistress is pleased with her sissy boy," she purrs. Then her expression changes to one of a greedy animal, and she grabs the back of your head, pressing your face in her pussy. Her torso leans back and suddenly, you are surrounded by her hot clit and lips. The wet covers your nose, your mouth, your chin. You begin to lick it furiously. The taste and smell are musky and sweet; the sensation is hot and slick. You find her clit, swollen now like a cock tip. Your tongue swirls around it, and your lips suck it as your head bobs up and down. "Mmm," she moans and shoves your face deeper on to her clit.

Mistress then guides your tongue down to her pussy lips. You dart in and out, catching her slick juices. You swallow greedily. Her pussy is getting hotter, like a damp furnace, and you can sense her hands gripping the arms of the chair. She moans again, this time deeper, longer. Her pussy clenches, and you lick back against it harder. It clenches again, and you press your tongue flat against that soft shelf just below her clit, massaging it up and down, up and down, relishing the heat and the wet. Then you feel Mistress' whole pussy clench powerfully around you, her thighs quivering, her heat rising... and whoosh, a hard rain falls-- watery, wet, hot, acrid, sweet. She moans deeply, her mouth gaping with pleasure.

Your tongue finds the bottom of her pussy, trying to guide as much of that squirt into your mouth, to drink as much of her in as you can. You feel a steady faucet down your throat, and it's too much. You can't contain it all, so her squirt trickles out of the sides of your mouth and over your face. Your cheeks and chin are soaked with her warm wet. You feel it drip onto your chest and down your stomach, the last drops landing on the towel below. And just when you think you will choke and gag from the stream of liquid, it stops flowing. Mistress grabs your hair and pulls you away from her. You gasp for air, relieved to breathe but aching for more.

A few seconds of silence pass before Mistress reaches down to untie your hands. She leans back again, closing her eyes. But still, you know not to move. You wait patiently, bowed before her, enjoying the memory of her wet pussy, the smell of her on you, the satisfaction in serving her.

Several more seconds pass, and then Mistress' two fingers find her clit again. She strokes furiously, fucking herself with the ferocity and speed of a man beating off. You can see her clit swelling again, getting slick again. She clenches again, and then she grabs the back of your head and pushes your face into her pussy once more. You are on all fours now, licking her clit and lips like a dog at a drinking fountain, desperate for water. Mistress' thighs quiver again, her pussy clenches hard, and whoosh, another waterfall, this one faster and more powerful than the last, overtakes you. You move your tongue down to catch the juices. She fills your mouth and nose; her cum drips down your chin and even slides to wet your hair. You are utterly soaked in her juices, and she seems to cum for hours though you know it can't be more than seconds. Then she moans a long, deep, satisfied moan, and the waterfall stops. She pulls your head from between her legs and slumps in the chair, her pussy red and satiated, her thighs relaxed, and her eyes closed.

You fall back on your knees and look up at her, smelling her scent all around you, feeling her slick juices dry on your face. And your chest swells and warms with the pride of knowing you serve her so well.

 

3/5/2016 10:14:09 PM

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 Age: 37
 Thessaloniki, Greece