2/19/2018 9:17:11 PM: Placed upon all fours, staring directly into your eyes. The gaze is held for just a moment before the darkness of a blindfold follows, blacking out the world around you. And so my little game begins. A bit gag is soon to follow, firmly placed within your mouth. Blind and mute. Just as I desire. The bed creaks as I take the position I wish. Soon the feeling of hair being wrapped within hand follows before the sudden pulling back of your head follows. Just a tiny touch of a fingernail edge follows from my free hand up along your inner thigh. This is how the game begins.   Pursed lips blow cool air up along the length of your spine followed by the faint touch of the tongue follows. Just a touch to dampen the skin before another sensation assaults the skin; hot breath starting from where the tongue touched. A forearm pressed against your flank as the free hand wraps underneath. Fingers just beside your pussy. They begin to slowly walk up along the skin as the forearm glides back behind you, slowly retreating to where it was before... Aww, were you hoping? This is my game. This is my rules. You are my plaything.   With your hair still firmly held the sound of my voice follows in a whisper, “Tell me, would you...” It trails off as the cool breeze from pursed lips once again touches your skin. A question left hanging in the air and discarded. The attention of my free hand once again coming to your skin, flowing up along the back of your arm.   The hushed tone returns to your senses, “Do you really...,” and once again merely discarded as the cool column of air gently blows from pursed lips. The onslaught of touching continues. Gentle, soft, and grazing. A mixture of the touch of tongue and air combine upon the canvas of your skin. Finally your hair is released, replaced by the sensation of a tongue just along the inner thigh. Hands firmly pressed against your ass to prevent any “happy accident” on your part. A solid stream of cool air brushing against your pussy before the sensations end. A sheer absence of attention.   “Don't move,” spoken in a low rumble. Just moments before a single finger enters you. Slowly circling around the inside of the opening. A second follows. The infamous twins set to work. Oh we have no aggressive pistoning here. Only the slow gliding back and forth as the fingers slowly knead into the soft flesh surrounding them. Spreading and closing, wiggling about inside. My hand occasionally turning to provide such sensations to all parts of the flesh.   And then it comes to an end. Blind and mute left in place as I prepare the next portion of my devious little fun. After all, you are my plaything. A handful of hair is taken once more, harshly pulled back to place you on your knees. The sensation of leather wrapping around your wrists follow before latched together behind your back. And there you are left to wait once again.   And then it happens. Held once again by that damnable hand to the hair. But a new sensation follows between your legs. The feeling of my cock gliding between the lips of your pussy. No, you aren't getting penetrated. It just glides between the folds of your flesh as you're trapped by the hand in your hair.   The return of that cool column of air once again touches your flesh, trailing along your neck. The tip of tongue is soon to follow. But a new one is added, that of motionless lips grazing along your chest into the grand tapestry of sensation. All the while that slow gliding between your legs, so close yet so far away... And then, your are left once again. With nothing but time and the memory of the touch.

1/1/2018 7:13:02 PM: It always comes down to a choice. The choice to cement your place or to bring it all to a sudden end and walk out the door. Only one of two lay before you; completion or abandonment. Garments of clothing stripped away and cast aside, as you are to always be open to me. Their placement easily accessible should you choose to flee. That pesky choice. Words are minimal. Only what is required. Brought into the bathtub and instructed to kneel as you have been taught. Marked as a dog marks what belongs to it. That warm feeling of piss colliding with your skin. Trailing down into the porcelain basin. The stream moved to ensure you're marked properly. And yet the pesky choice to abandon all still persists. Horrid, isn't it? Those pesky things. Once it has ended the facet turns and the water begins. Adjusting the temperature you're allowed to stand as the shower is turned on. Nothing more, just stand... motionless. My own clothes temporarily discarded before entering it myself. Oh, you poor thing. Did you think I was going to fuck you now? Oh no. There is still much to be done.  The feeling of a washcloth brushing along your body is soon to follow. What once was is not washed away. From the bottom of your feet to your neck. All washing away what you once were to make way for what is to come. All save for your hair and face, which you are instructed to do as I exit. Quickly now, you don't wish to keep me waiting for vanity, do you?  By the time you are done I've already dried and re-clothed. A towel handed for the hair as the rest of you is dried off by myself. The light brushing to remove the remains of water. And it is time to move again. Brought into another room and knelt once again. A table sitting in front of you. A simple thing, with an accent color of my choosing. Symbolic your primary aspect. Beyond the table is a simple chair that I sit in.  The final moment has come. To crawl to the table and take the collar into your hands, then brought to me marking you as mine. Or to turn back. To leave through the door and abandon all that led up to this point. Which shall it be? To crawl to the collar, then walk upright before kneeling before me and waiting for me to place it around your neck? Or to put your clothing back on and walk out the door...

12/11/2017 5:15:58 PM: Time to serve a meal. It would seem a simple chore. Fill plate and cup... a pity that isn't the case. No, I have a far more entertaining thought for this particular example of service. Once the cooking is complete the meat would be cut into smaller pieces to save myself the trouble. Afterward the food laid out for my ease of access. Once such things had been placed it is time for the plate; you. Stripped naked and placed upon the table, your back against the hard surface. Remember, moving will only make a mess. I do so detest messes. The warmth of food would them be placed as I desired against your skin. Nothing more than a plate. Though I suspect you see the wisdom it cutting up my meal prior to this. We wouldn't want to sully my food with your blood. The pressing of fork against meat that pokes through to the skin. The grazing as other portions are scraped off and placed into my mouth. All while staying motionless. Nothing more than a thing for me to eat off of. Simply waiting in silence until I am done. The poke of a fork or the sensation of food leaving you as it nourishes me. And when done, told to clean yourself off. You're filthy. Not a single morsel to fall on the table or ground. Then clean the table.

11/16/2017 8:02:01 PM: A good starting point would be upon the arrival to where this little idea would go down. The first thing would be to use some vet-wrap to bind your arms behind you, probably something more akin to an arm-binder setup. Then the removal of clothes. No need to be shy, a simple pair of trauma sheers will take those right off with ease. Yes, even pants and undergarments. Naturally we'd need a little motivation, and what better way to obtain it than to give a nice series of smacks to that poor, exposed, pussy. You're getting ahead of yourself. I still require some inspection. My hand digging into your hair, bracing itself right against the scalp to provide a little extra leverage. Hauling you into a perfect position. A swift smack with a Dogging Bat will help you with the posture I require of you. Then the slow steps, circling around and evaluating. Don't expect me to be highly praising of what I see. Nothing but a piece of meat for my enjoyment. But the more you are a pleasing piece of meat, the more likely you may be rewarded. The circling, random slap from the Dogging Bat at random places I wish. You are less than human. Just a lump of flesh to do with as I please. Examining you like an animal. Though I do suppose I'll provide one mercy. A dog bowl for you to drink out of from time to time. Forced on your knees any time you wish a drink and your head held down until I decided you've had enough. Once I am pleased, we should begin this little session. Turn you to face a bed and securing your feet with cuffs attached to chain. A good set up for the next position; bending you at the waist to hover over the bed. Oh, let us not forget that your arms have yet to be freed. And then comes the clear plastic bag over the head, followed with a quick tightening around the throat to help keep it in place. How long can you rebreath the same air you had in your lungs, I wonder. Ah, but you're bent at the waist as well, giving me an ample opportunity to slap that cunt even more with the Dogging Bat. The subtle motions of the wrist to ensure it repeatedly slams into that sensitive skin. Just whipping back and forth between your legs while you try to breath in that bag. A few smacks turned to the ass before taking the bag off for a moment. But I'm a long way from done. I have a most interesting little latex hood. Goes right over the head and has only a small little hole to breath out of. Exhale and it expands, inhale and it sucks down onto your face. Add in the loud clang of some interesting magnets I have. Then place them on each nipple. A rather unpleasant squeezing. Place some pads from a small E-stim unit on the inside of the thighs. Ensure we get a nice contraction with each jolt it gives you, right on the inside of your thighs. And then, a sharp shock to one of the magnets. See if we can't get an interesting little electrical shock right across that poor nipple. A little fun with the wand, I think. Now, I've spent so much time on that poor little cunt, it is time to give your asshole a little attention. A few successive shocks around it. Then a long drag of the spark along your right flank. Now, I know that sound so painful. But there are plenty of other locations I can inflict some rather interesting reactions. I'll mock you. Degrade you. Use the reactions of your body against you. Now, have you been good and not fallen face first on that bed? It would be a shame if you did, as it simply hinders the ability to breath. But if you've been good, and have pleased me enough, I think it would be time for your first little reward. And since we're on an electrical theme for now, it seems a good time to use that electrified hitachi on your clit. Off comes the bag and I'll remove the vet-wrap so you can brace yourself for what your poor little mind has wanted. And if you've made it to this point, it seems a decent time to allow that wand to cool down before I use it again. Now, your first one you'll need permission... and it will be given. And I'll also rip the magnets off at that time. Did you think I'd let you cum without pleasing my desire to hurt you? Silly little whore. This isn't about you... it is about me. Finally you get to lay down. Oh, you want a drink first? Shoved to your knees and your head buried into the bowl, like the fucking bitch you are. But perhaps it is time to put that throat to use. Just hover over top and start shove it all the way in. Don't bother thinking this will be anything more than putting your mouth to work at the one purpose it truly has. Or hold it all the way in while holding your nose. Don't waste the effort to think I am close to done. Time to put your other holes to use. Though forget whatever little 'just shove it in and out' shit. No, I rather enjoy changing up in speed, angling, and all manner of ways to properly use one's self to fuck. Slapping, choking. I'm going to use you as I see fit. And when I cum, you'll rub it in and let it dry... And if, after all that, I am exceptionally please, I'll mark you like a dog marks their territory. And simply make you my property.

10/9/2017 12:02:14 AM: You know, I read an article once that entertained the idea that guys showing their cocks on dating sites was about competition between other males. Women tend to be less visual on average. If that is the case... Mine glows! I win! If you doubt that just look in my photo section.