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"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift; that's why they call it present."
Eleanor Roosevelt


Hello!

I am here to find a Dom, who will bring me into the lifesytle; but wants to be active at munches and parties, etc. Someone who is interested in our community. It would not hurt either if he liked some vanilla activities!

Thank you to all [a special hug to kinkerbelle] who have been so gracious and generous to talk with me and help me with contacts. I am enjoying my first experiences at munches and parties. There is still a lot to learn...and to experience; so please keep contacting me.

angelinagrace

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1/2/2009 2:08:55 PM

March 17, 2009

 A writing ... 

angelinagrace


                          "The Sage Corset"

Standing in the doorway to his room, I am wearing a corset of light sage green with a very see through white robe.  A breeze is blowing ever so gently from the open window.  I can see my "Master" sitting in his bed nude bolstered up by pillows.

As he acknowledges me, he commands me to slip the robe to my feet and come into the room so he can see me better.  There is no expression on his face.  I obey and slowly allow the robe to slide to the floor and the gentle breeze catches it as it falls swaying in an alluring manner.

I move shyly towards him.  He remains passive as I come closer to him.  Inside my heart is racing and pounding, I feel like I am visibly shaking all over.  Could he tell?

He orders me to turn in a full circle with my hands over my head.  I did it without hesitation  very, very slowly.  I could feel his eyes on me as I turned.  Did I blush?  Desire builds up in me and I want to please him so much.  He said blandly, "Drop your arms now."  I did.

It seems like hours that I stand there waiting nervously for him to command my next task.  He just peered at me with no expression.  Had I been too forward approaching his room dressed as I am?  Inside I am trembling and anxious.

After a long period, he finally says,  "Move to the foot of the bed and face me."  I did.   Again, time crawled by as he watched me.   Am I visibly shaking by now?

"Kneel on the bed between my legs," he ordered.   I climbed on the bed and positioned myself on my knees.  Slowly on my knees looking at him the entire time, I move passed his knees and he said,"Stop."  What is he thinking?  Am I pleasing him? 

I tensely wait for my "Master's" direction.  But
nothing.  His arms wrapped around me like a stronghold.  I could feel his huge hands on my back.  I shiver.  He defly unlaces the corset.  He lifts my arms above my head and removes the corset; then he puts my arms back to my side. I am on fire, yearning and wanting; but, I remain very still.

Suddenly, I became aware of the cool breeze fanning my body.  I had not realized how hot I am. He just looks at me.  I wait.  The anticipation of his next order has  me quivering with excitement.  When will he declare his wishes?

In my head, I am crazy wanting to touch him and have him touch me, again.  He just looks at me.  I am shaking;  is it noticeable?  My body is at the height of ravenous hunger  and thirst for him.  Could I stand more waiting?  He just looks at me. Anticipation is unnerving me.

I lose control and say, "Master, something please.  I beg you."  He grabs my hair and pulls me forward to him.  "What do you want?"  he asks.  "Your wish, Master," I responded.  "What do you want?" he asks again.  I am visibly shaking.   After a time he commands while tugging harder on my hair,  "What do you want?  You have to ask."  Trying to drop my head but can not; I lower my eyes.  "Tell me," he says forceably pulling harder my hair.  Almost unaudible I say softly, "Your cock, Master, please."

He looks at me for a long moment; then lets my hair go and simply nods.  I am so excited, it takes all my being to remain outwardly calm.  I love my "Master's" cock and pleasuring it.

Licking my lips, I take his cock in my hands and
playfully caress it.  Putting my head down, I flick
my tongue across the cock's head.  Taking the cock in my right hand, I quickly give it one up and down stroke.  Again I caress it playfully for some time.  Bending my head, I flick my tongue across the head several imes and groan.  I take the cock in my left hand and give it two up and down strokes.  I feel the cock growing in my hands and lick my lips concentrating on my precious work.  I see a dripple of cum on the head, and lower my mouth to take the cock's head  to taste it and  sounds of pleasure come from me.  While playing with the head in my mouth, I take the shaft in my hands and begin stroking up and down, up and down gradually increasing my movements and then wrap my mouth around the enitre shaft.

My "Master" moans.  My heart races madly as I hear hisgroans knowing he is pleased.

Then suddenly, he pulls hard at my hair, causing my head to look up and face him.  I am puzzled by the forced
withdrawal of his cock.  My facial expression shows my disappointment; but he just stares at me without
expression.  A moment in time seems endless as he watches me with his penetrating eyes. Can he see what is in my face?  The craving, desire, and longing that I must finish my work.

But the silence continues.  My "Master" is the "Master of Anticipation" with no doubt.

With his massive hands he captures me at my waist and pulls me forward on to his chest. He caresses my back with long soft strokes and gradually moves forward to my breasts.  My mind turns to mush as he playfully touches them, squeezing, and tugging on them.  His focus moves to the nipples as he
pulls me down to nibble and suck on them.  My whole body melts and gentle cries escape me.

I reach over and snatch one of his earlobes between two fingers and gently massage it.  I hear soft groans.

In one swift movement, he lifts and turns me around facing his feet. He pushes me down and spreads my legs on either side of his chest. Finally he breaks the silence as he swats my ass several times and charges, "Finish your work."

"Hmmmm," I say with a smile, as I reach down and capture his balls and massage them.  I slowly move down from the shaft to the balls while licking all the way down the path
to them.  I lick, kiss and engulf them into my mouth and moan. Enjoying his balls, I take my hand and I reach my
hand down to the perineal area and tantalizingly stroke with great care. I feel my "Master" move under me.  I smile as I feel his hands kneading my ass; then he plunges two fingers into my cunt causing me to squirm and lose my concentration on his balls.  My mind takes many seconds to come back to my focus of pleasuring my "Master".

Finally able to think, I resolutely grasp his cock and
stroke it, lick it passionately; then engulf it into my 
mouth and play with it.  My tongue encourages his cock to grow as it is stroked.  Time seems to be endless, as my mouth plays with him.  Slowly, I start moving my head up and down and gradually increase the motion. My body shivers and tingles as I work with great enjoyment to bring his cum.  I want his cum.

My "Master" seems to know it, he helps me by pumping his hips up and down.  I can feel his head bumping against the
back of my throat.  I suck harder hoping to feel his cock move further down.  I know he cannot hear my
repressed grasps, but I am sure my body is giving me away; because I am wiggling and moving on top of him.

His cock grows and pushes deeper into my throat.  I work to bring him to his release.  He knows, I know it, that I am
fully engaged in his pleasure.  Every part of my body pulsates realizing he is going to cum very soon.  I feel
his body stiffen and hear noises from him.  He thrusts up hard and my quiet "Master" roars with release.  Every taste bud is gratified and satisfaction comes over me. As I rest my head on his stomach, I hold his cock for a long time
while licking it clean.

Though I am not ready, he pulls me at my waist and he sits me up.  He turns me to face him; I see satisfaction in his
face.  He brings me down to his side and cradles me close in his arms. He can see me beaming as I relax and melt into him.  My last thoughts as I fall asleep:   "The art of pleasing consists in being pleased [James Hazlett]."



 

 


 


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