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So i am putting myself out here again, i am totally done with stupid vanilla people that are lazy and live off ya, lol Hello i am a sub with slave tendencies looking for a Dom/Master to guide me and mold me into the best sub i can be. I am a single mom and yes they live at home. I amlooking for 24/7. My ideal Dom would be stern yet compassionate, loving and understanding. I am serious about my submission and i would hope you would take it serious also. I do not cyber at all so please dont ask!!! This is a great place to get to know someone but i do not and will not do an on line relationship it doesnt work for me. I would expect to meet you at some point. I am not a doormat, i do stand up for my self and unless you are my Dom you dont have a right to tell me what to do.

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2/28/2015 1:07:59 AM
Right now in my life i have a lot of health issues going on. I am not looking for a serious relationship right now. I do not think that i am ready for that, yes it would be nice but i have got to get a handle on all this stuff i am going through.
Yes i can play and other things but a relationship i cannot. I have GROWN a lot in the past few years after divorcing losing family and friends. To all of you that i have pushed away in the past few years i am very sorry its just my way of coping with my life and getting through it... I am trying my best to open up to people so please be patient with me. For many many years in my marriage i shut off all feelings and shut out people that cared much about me. I want to apologize to all the people that i have done that too i am very truly sorry. I do want to that a very special person that is the only person that has stuck by me the whole time. She didn't care what i looked like what mistakes i have made she just cared that i was OK. and that person is Sylvia.. I love you soo much for not giving up on me even when i POOF or don't return phone calls. I have learned who my friends are. If You are one of those people that i have pushed out of my life please please message me so we can talk i want to get back to being the fun and giggly person again. The out going laughing taking silly pics and doing silly things again. Or maybe none of you really truly considered me as a friend and that is OK. I Need help getting back on my feet in this area i don't really know who to talk to anymore. so Please Please if you truly consider me your friend please send me a note or even call me if you have my number or my yahoo or my Skype. lol. ok i am done rambling!!!

8/18/2013 8:10:09 PM

7 Pillars of Dominance

- A dominant is a ruler, but never a tyrant. But to rule requires understanding, and understanding requires humility.

- A dominant has pride, but never arrogance. But pride requires dignity, and dignity requires humility.

- A dominant commands respect, but never fear. But respect requires serenity, and serenity requires humility.

- A dominant employs strength, but never force. But strength requires knowledge, and knowledge requires humility.

- A dominant criticizes, but never derides. But criticism requires insight, and insight requires humility.

- A dominant receives, but never takes. But receiving requires giving, and giving requires humility.

- A dominant completes, but never tries to alter. But to complete one must be able to see what is there, not what is missing, and this most of all requires humility.

In short, to use an archaic phrase, nobleness oblige.

If a dominant is the center of a submissive's universe, it is because she thinks so, not be cause he does. No one is respected, let alone obeyed, just coz . The truth of the matter is that owning is at least as much work as being owned.


1/5/2012 9:26:51 PM

r0lled up up0n delicate ankles and sl0wly padded tiny feet int0 the grainy texture 0f the pit, t0es wriggling, the c00l sands surr0unding  tiny feet, l0wering her petite b0dy t0 the sands. feeling the grains up0n her silken flesh. she r0lls t0 her left side, back arched her right hand shimmering al0ng the curves 0f her b0dy. she stays still, helpless l0cks 0f raven hair hugging her face and b0dy, her emerald eyes cl0sed. she seemed dead, she is beautiful but her heart is c0ld, a single tear drizzles d0wn her iv0ry cheek pr0ving she is alive. traped in her 0wn jail 0f em0ti0ns.

 

 

her dark eyes seem m0sti0nless as if were dead, empty, as they p0p pen a c0ld gaze   c0nsumes the surr0undings, lifting her heaad reveling the c0llar she wears ar0und her neck

m0ving sl0wly upward t0 her knees, her tiny fingeers curl ar0und the bars in her head. tears 0f bitterness  and l0nging fall d0wn her pale cheeks in a deparate need t0 be l0ved. lifting her gaze  in silent w0rds begging t0 be l0ved

 

 malika pushes herself against the invisible bars in h0pes t0 be t0uched.. unc0iling her shapely legs in a refind m0vement, she swirls ar0und 0n her heels, a s0ft blanket 0f hair as dark as the night sky falls gently ar0und her sh0ulders. reaching 0ut, beggingly she whimpers f0r any t0 accept her deep l0ve but feeling n0ne in return.l0wering her head sl0wly as she kneels , r0cking back and f0rth as slender arms hug her curves

 

he soft tune growing in strength, becoming more desperate as she reaches out, a crash fills the air causing malika instantly to kneel obediently as if waiting for something to happen, but nothing happens, disappointed the girl lifts again to her feet, she begins to pivot around desperately wrapping her fingers about the unseen bars, tugging at them wildly, her full breasts rocking with every movement she seems to tug at them, yanking back but falling to her shaped bottom as if a door was opened, she looks up, a small sparkle in her eyes appears of hope, slowly brushing her crimson lips over an imagined boot. She extends her arms seeming to wrap them about an unseen Master, she whimpers softly as she looks up lovingly, claiming Him greedily. The girl sighs happily. She glides up the imagined Masters body as she stands ever so slowly

 

she begins to move about Him, covering the air with gentle kisses, showing the imagined Master all of her love as she claims Him like a Master claims a slave, giving all of herself, too much of herself. She sinks to her knees in the soft pillow of sand, thighs drifts apart teasingly, showing to Him what she can offer Him, slowly her hands rises in the air, her wrists joining there while her head lowers between her slender arms,

 

submitting to Him but in a violent movement she jerks back, falling to the ground as if hit hard, she cries loudly as her heart once again is broke, she is again alone in her little world of coldness

 

Broken in her sorrow a cry of pain echoes in the air "love this kajira.. love her.. she begs... someone love this humble slave" the girl writhes wildly on the ground like a snake she reaches out desperately as the crashing drums echoes through the camp. Her full breasts crushed against the ground as her curves moves from side to side, covered by a layer of dirt to reveal her dirty which reveals her beauty she throws her head back and screams out in pure agony as she feels the cold returning to her, she is alone, unloved again. She whimpers not understanding why she not deserves to be loved, to be cared for, a lost feeling of jealousy grabbing her

 

She flowers upwards, tugging the invisible bars repeating the capture of her soul and imprisons her in an even smaller cage, she moves around, wild eyes with the color of the darkest night flickers around; suddenly............... she freezes completely, her eyes meet the Masters, she feels the pain eases within her, His gentle being, His humor, yet his control over her overwhelming, she folds her long legs beneath her body and sweeps her eyes low in respect, her thighs travels wide apart, she kneels to Him, she doesn't seek anymore for she has found one who cares. her soul fills with peace slowly her eyes, sparkling with hope lifts again to meet His

 

the girl crawls a bit forward like a larl stalking for its pray, the bars still holding her back, she frowns surprised as the love starved kajira closes her eyes with a whimper, she realizes what is keeping her from being loved is herself and only in her slavery she is free, devra eases herself back to her hands and knees, beginning to crawl, she escapes the bars slowly without a fight. The girl snakes to His feet, orbs lifts to His, tiny silver tears still visible in the corners of her eyes as she whispers "Master... will you love devra?" she awaits no answer but gently lowers her upper body, her lips graces over the leather boots

 

the girl lingers there for a bit, her movements the softest whisper as she contently glides her fingers up His leathers, she holds at His knee. spying a smile on His lips, the ice within the girl melts, she has found peace, and love in her home. For without slavery she is not free, she is nothing but a caged animal. The girl rips the mark of her collar symbolizing her former one that kept her caged, that hurt her and made her cold as ice and none caring, slowly raises her hands above her head, the wrists crosses there as her head bows forward submitting once again as the music fades, her tender voice chiming in the air "la kajira, la kajira, Master"

 


1/3/2012 5:05:14 AM

Submissive Owner's Manual

I need to feel safe. Before I can begin to open my submissive nature to You I need to feel safe and have reason to trust You. To let down my walls and give You control of my will may take time and testing before I feel safe enough to permit either of us to go beyond the initial stages of our relationship. Even after I've given myself to You fully, I need to be reminded I am safe with You. I may like to feel the thrill and excitement of fear and the unknown, but I need to be sure no matter how You stimulate those emotions during an intense scene or situation, I will remain safe in Your care.

I need to know You accept me for all I am. I will be many things to You as our relationship grows and I need to know You accept me as a person during each transition along the way. I need to know You accept me as a friend, lover, companion, and Your submissive but also accept me as parent, child, employee, community member or other roles I fill in my obligations to family or society.

I need to have clearly defined limits. I need to know exactly what You expect of me and know that You also understand my limits. In some ways I am like a child that needs a fence around my play area so I know how far I can go and feel secure inside those limits. I need You to reinforce those fences by correcting me when I try to climb them without Your approval.

I need You to be consistent. I need to know You mean what You say and that today's rules will apply to tomorrow's behavior. Nothing confuses me more than giving me mixed signals by allowing me to break rules that You've given me. From time to time I may test You to see if You are capable of accepting control of my life by consistently bringing me back to the path You've chosen for me. It's not done to try Your patience but is my way of finding reassurance You are paying attention to my progress. Very often it's not done consciously and I promise I'll not use it as a method for provoking Your negative responses.

I need to expand my limits. I need to grow and to be challenged. Left on my own, I'll become bored or stagnate within the boundaries I accepted in the beginning. I need to be pushed, but never shoved, to go beyond the places I've been. I may drag my feet and pout at times, or sit down and refuse to move because I'm unsure and need Your guidance in overcoming my obstacles. I depend on You for strength and encouragement to get beyond them.

I need You to teach me. I need to learn and it is You who are my teacher. My mind is hungry for new things and learning helps me to become all that I can be. This may require You to continue to learn new things in order to keep me challenged. Together we can grow to the fullness of the gifts we have and deepen the diversity we share.

I need goals. Part of my make-up as a submissive makes me very goal-oriented. I need them to measure my progress and need You to provide them for me. Take time to explain those goals in ways I can comprehend Your plans concerning my growth as Your submissive. Without Your direction I quickly become lost so I'll look to You frequently to provide a purpose and aim as I continue in my development as a submissive.

I need to be corrected. I need You to correct me when I make mistakes. Without Your correction I will develop bad habits that can be very difficult to break and do great damage to our relationship and to us as individuals. Without Your correction, I may never know I've made a mistake. Allowing me to continue unchecked will only cause me to fail both of us in the end. I admire firmness in Your correction and feel secure in knowing that You will never be afraid to take steps needed in keeping me focused on the goals You've set for me.

I need You to be my role-model. I look up to You and try to follow in Your footsteps. If You fail to live up to a standard, I will follow You into failure, often without You noticing until it is too late. I learn quickly by the examples You provide for me and often base my reactions and behaviors on my observations of You in similar situations. I will blindly pattern myself in Your image so be aware that my eyes will always be on You as face Your own challenges and daily activities.

I need Your approval and reassurance. I need to know when You approve of me or what I've done and to know I belong to You even if I fall short of my goals. I sometimes confuse approval with disapproval when You do not provide positive reinforcement when You are pleased by my actions. I will constantly be seeking Your approval when I'm unsure of myself and may need to rely deeply on Your support and reassurance when I'm confused about a situation or apprehensive about a new challenge.

I need to be able to express myself. I have a need to express both good and bad things to You but it may be difficult for me to put the negative things into words. I fear Your rejection and hate disappointing You, so I may need a little space and time to voice all the things I need to say. You can help me by reassuring me that my feelings are valid, even if they aren't something You find pleasure in hearing. There may be times when I'm upset or angry with You but without freedom to express those feelings there can be only festering resentment or misunderstanding. Guide me in ways that I can learn to speak my heart without breaking it or Yours.

I need to learn from my mistakes. I need to experience things that may be painful in order to learn successfully. I know Your protective nature will struggle with allowing me to be hurt but I need to learn the consequences of what I've done and to experience the feelings that go along with making mistakes. I will need Your comfort once I've faced my failure but will sometimes feel unworthy of asking or unable to voice my disappointment in failing. Allow me to sort out my feelings before wiping away my tears.

I need forgiveness when I fail You. Nothing hurts me more than to know I've failed or displeased You and I need to be forgiven once I've made amends. It is very hard for me to forgive myself for a wrong-doing and I may need Your help in getting beyond the feelings of remorse I am carrying. I may even need to be punished, if my wrong-doing was traumatic enough, in order to feel closure and accept forgiveness. I depend on You to make that determination for me and need Your help in making an atonement that is acceptable to You.

I need to feel I contribute. I have a deep-set need to give and must have outlets for this need. My basic nature is to give of myself and You will be the primary recipient of my gifts. Allow me to contribute to our relationship and our life together. To do less will leave me unfulfilled and unneeded, a fate worse than death for me. Provide me with ways to contribute things to others, also. I may need to give of myself to those I hold dear but You will always receive the best I have to offer.

I need to enjoy successes. Without experiencing and enjoying my successes I may
give up my fight to be all You desire for me. Allow me the pleasure of savoring the taste of victory when I overcome an obstacle or if You find pride in my attempts. All of my successes belong to You and I need to share their rewards with You. I don't expect You to spoil me with grand displays for little victories, but when I've reached beyond the limits of my past attempts, please don't deny me the sweet feelings of knowing I've achieved a goal You've set.

I need to share with You. Sharing with You is a compelling need and one of the cornerstones of my submissive nature. This includes the emotional and spiritual aspects of my being as well as the physical body I inhabit. It may be difficult for me to give You access to the deeper levels of my emotions and feelings but those are the things I need to share the most. I'll depend on You to direct me in ways I can achieve total openness with You. I also need to share in the things You are. Trust me enough to share in Your fears, failures and struggles. I'll never see You as weak or incapable because You have shown confidence in me by giving part of Yourself in trust.

I need to feel loved, respected, and protected in Your ownership. No matter how well I've done or how miserably I've failed, I need to know I'm still loved and protected by You. Nothing will prevent me from trying new things like fear of losing Your respect and love. By the reverse, nothing will encourage me to expand my limits and grow to be all I am capable of being more than knowing You will be there to protect me from harm and will love me even if I fall short of the target. I need to be loved and to love You in return. I can't survive without it


9/16/2011 11:17:09 AM

Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical. ~Sophia Loren~


10/13/2009 12:21:30 PM
my mom passed away sat and i wrote this for her.......

Missing Mama

I awake each morning to start a new day
But the pain of loosing you never goes away.
I go about the things I have to do
And as the hours pass I think again of you.
I want to call you and just hear your voice
Then I remember that I have no choice
For you are not there and now my heart cries
Just to see you again to tell you goodbye
To say Mama I love you and I always will
And hope that much of you, in me you've instilled.
The day that you left I just didn't know
That you were going where I couldn't go.
And now all my memories of you are so dear
But gosh, how I miss you and wish you were here.
Who now can hear me when I need to cry?
It so hard to tell you "Mama goodbye."
Someday I know all will be well
And I'll see you again with stories to tell
Of how you were missed and how we have grown
And how good it is to finally be home.
Until then my memories of you I'll keep near
And I'll pass them on to those who are dear.
I miss you Mama.


10/7/2009 4:00:04 PM
ok i am not a Domme if you cant read my profile first please do not message me

10/3/2009 1:57:28 PM

We walk in the door, i lock it behind us, take off my shoes. You stroll through the utility room to the sitting room and shut the curtains and i follow behind you. You motion for me to kneel in front of you.


I kneel hands behind me in reverse prayer position eyes up looking at you, you stroke my hair and my face, i lower my head, you cup my chin and push it up to face you, you lean down and kiss me forcefully, grabbing my hands and pulling them up above my head you then pull my jumper off over my head, followed by my vest top, then fiddle with my bra for a few seconds before ordering me to take it off. Next you grab me by my hair and pull me to my feet before reaching up my skirt and pulling down my stockings and then my knickers before ordering me to lift my feet and pulling them off completely. You reach a hand up my skirt again, and push my legs apart before feeling my wet cunt then bringing your fingers up to my mouth for me to lick them clean.


You then reach behind you to the settee where you have placed the toy bag, you pass the bag to me, whispering in my ear, "get out the collar and the lead my little slut"

"yes Master," i open the bag, reach into the main compartment and dig out the collar and lead and i hand them to you


"did you want the padlock as well?" you pause for a moment before answering "yes, i think so" i unzip the front pocket of the bag and pass you the padlock and the keys. "Thank you, tigress"


I lower my head, "its a pleasure Master" you lift my chin again, and put the lead and the padlock down and hold the collar up against my neck and I gather my hair in my hands to stop it getting caught and bow my head so you can fasten the collar easier, you fasten it, "is that okay, not to tight?" "no it's just right, thank you," you pick up the padlock and fasten it onto the clasp at the back of the collar, before attaching the lead to the o-ring at the front of the collar.


You wrap the lead around your hand a few times before using it to pull me back on to my knees, and then pulling down and forwards until i'm on my hands and knees, you lead me around the sitting room, before stopping to get the flogger out of the toy bag, to spur me on, you then lead me around several more times, before leading me to the door to the kitchen, which you open and then lead me up the step into the kitchen, around the corner and up the stairs, along the landing, down the step by the bathroom and then outside the bathroom you pull me back to my feet, before removing the lead, un-doing the padlock and taking the collar off "don't want these getting wet do we tigress?" i shake my head in reply. You hold my hand and smile at me, and then lead me into the bathroom.


You put your arms around me and hold me tight, you kiss my forehead before telling me to look at you "are you sure you want this, slut?" i nod my head emphatically and smile at you, "yes Master".


"Get in the bath and kneel in the middle, facing the taps" "Yes Master" I kiss you once more, before pulling the shower curtain to one side and climb into the bath, i turn around slowly, looking at you over my shoulder and kneel with my arms across my chest, in the Egyptian position you love so much. I lower my head as you take off your shoes, socks and jeans before climbing into the bath and standing behind me, you stroke my hair making me moan "easy tigress".


You slip off your boxers and pull off your top and t-shirt. You bend down and stroke my back, starting at my shoulders and stroking down to my bottom, "are you still wet, cum slut?" "just a bit!" "not wet enough though are you, slut?" You hold your cock in one hand and grab my hair with the other and a golden yellow stream of urine hits my back and begins to run down to my not insignificant behind, i moan quietly and you let go of my hair and stroke my face, when your fingers start to stroke around my mouth i bite out and you pull your hand away "easy tigress" i open my mouth and you put in your index finger which i suck expertly. "You okay my slut?" "Yes Master" the stream of urine stops spraying on me "Turn around please slut, face me" I hold onto the edges of the bath and edge myself around so i'm kneeling in front of you i put my arms back across my chest and lower my head, you grab hold of my chin and push my head up to the ceiling "keep it there, hands clasped behind your back" "yes Master" Once I am in the required position the spray of your urine starts again now hitting my belly, then my tits, "look at me," i lower my head slightly, "if i tell you to close your eyes and to keep your mouth shut will you be okay with that?" I know that what you're really asking is if you peeing on my face will be too much for me, so I smile up at you and tell you that "I think i will be okay with that" "Go, on then slut, close your eyes and keep your mouth shut" Your piss hits my face and the smell of it turns me on more. "Head down" "Yes Master" You wash my hair with your urine. You then wipe your feet with a flannel and grab a towel off the radiator you put it on the floor and step onto it.


"Stay there" you pull the shower curtain across and put the dial of the shower onto cold, before turning it on, the cold water hits my body, contrasting to the warm urine that was hitting me only seconds before. "Stand up and wash yourself", its a shivering hand that grabs the shampoo bottle, i rub the shampoo into my hair before stepping back under the harshly cold shower, i rinse the shampoo off and put some more on and rinse it off again before grabbing the soap and flannel i rub the soap onto the flannel then clean first one arm and then the other, lifting them up and washing my arm pits, i then clean my shoulders and neck before moving down to ample cleavage, I wash first one breast then the other, lifting them up to wash under neath them. i wash my stomach, my legs then my pussy, before asking you through slightly chattering teeth, "would you do the honours with my back please?" "It would be an honour" I hand you the soapy flannel and you start at my shoulders and rub gently down my back and my bottom, before spanking me and turning me by the shoulders, i rinse the flannel and step under the water rinsing off the soap i put my head up, face into the cold, wet water, before stepping back and soaping up the flannel again and washing my face. i step under the water one last time, to wash off the water from my face. You turn the water off and pull back the shower curtain.


"Are you a cold tigress?" "ye, yes Master" "well we'll have to see if we can find a way of warming you up then won't we?" "Uh huh" "Where's your toybag, cumslut?" "On the bed" "Lie down, assume the pose" i lie down on my stomach, legs bent, feet crossed my arms in a box infront of me, head up as you leave the bathroom, and walk the short distance to my bedroom you take out the big red candle and the matches before coming back into the bathroom. You light the candle, and tell me to put my arms down and put my head on my arms. You hold the candle a good distance away from my back and let the wax gather for a second or two before tipping the candle so the hot wax drips onto my back.


I gasp as the wax splashes onto me before allowing my body to soak up the pain, you drip the wax all down my back and then you concentrate on my bottom for a while, before ordering me to roll over, you then start on my breasts which causes bigger gasps and more moaning especially when the wax lands on my nipples. It isn't long before both breasts are covered in red wax. You smile down at me, admiring your handiwork. "How do you think we should get all this wax off then slut?" "i don't know, maybe an electric sander, oh Domly One" you join in my laughing before going downstairs to get a blunt bone handled knife and your toy bag. When you return, you carefully remove the dried wax from my breasts before ordering me to stand in the bathtub with my hands against the wall, you then start to flog the wax off my upper back and shoulders, you use the knife to get the wax off my lower back and the flogger to remove it from my bottom.


When you are finished you tell me to get out of the bath and you wrap me in a towel and then hold me for a few minutes, before clearing all the wax from the bath. You put the plug in the bath and turn the hot tap on, putting some bubble bath in, you get the bath to the right temperature, then you take my towel and help me to get in, you stroke my hair as i sit up in the bath, before gently pushing me back so i'm lying down. After helping me to wash, you take the plug out and hold the towel whilst i climb out, you wrap me up, take my hand and lead me to the bedroom


10/3/2009 12:56:01 PM


       I kicked the flat tire again.  I cursed it in my head.  I swore at it over and over.

       “Need some help?”

       I gasped as I jumped and turned to face the man who pulled over to help me.  My left hand clutched my chest as it beat rapidly within its confines.

       “Oh my God, you scared me,” I gasped for breath.

       “Im so sorry.  I pulled over and saw you cursing and beating your poor car and thought you might need a hand.”

       I smiled.  “I know how to change a tire its just such a pain in the ass.  And its a little could out here.”  I clutched my coat to my throat.

       “Let me guess, no one else has offered to help.”

       “No,” I growled.  “I guess you cant trust anyone today.  Even vehicle stranded.”

       He smiled.

       “Look, you wait in my warm van and Ill change the tire for you.”

       “Youre kidding!  Oh my God, thank you!  Youre the best.”

       “Its my pleasure sweety,” he smiled.

       I went over to his van and climbed into the front seat and sighed as I leaned into it.

       Suddenly I was grabbed at the mouth and pulled into the back of the van.

       “MMmm!”

       I tried to kick but I was shoved to the floor and sat on.

       “No!”

       My hair was grabbed at the back of my head as it was pulled back and then shoved hard onto the floor of the van.

       “Ow!”  It hurt.

       “Shut up or itll be harder next time,” a deep voice warned angrily.

       “Please dont hurt me,” I gasped.

       His weight crushed me in the middle.

       My arms were pulled behind me and cuffed together.

       I moaned. “No, please.”

       Something was shoved into my mouth and held in with duct tape.

       The man got off me and bound my ankles together then my wrists to my ankles.  I was trussed up immobile.

       “Wait there cunt.”

       I whimpered, kidnapped.  For what?  I had nothing!

       I tried to position myself in a more comfortable way but it wasnt working.

       “Is she comfortable?”

       I stilled.  The man that had come to my rescue!

       “Mm!”

       “Cozysnug as a bug,” the other grinned.

       I whimpered.  How stupid I was!

       The van took off.

       It seemed hours later when the vehicle came to a permanent stop.  The side door slid open and I was roughly pulled out of the back of the van and tossed to the ground.

       “Mm!”

       My hog tie was released and my ankles freed.  I kicked out wildly.

       I was pulled up off the ground and the man that had changed my tire held me close to his face.  My eyes were open wide in fear.

       “Too bad you werent a firm believer in trusting help.”

       “Mm,” I moaned.

       He took me by the collar of my coat and dragged me into a building.  Inside we entered a small windowless room where he uncuffed me and ripped of my coat.  I pulled away from him and slammed up against the wall.

       I gasped for air as I stared at the two men.

       “Please, let me go.”

       “Not until weve had our fun baby cakes,” the other said.

       “Strip cunt.”

       I stared at them.

       The guy that rescued me reached up and ripped off the front of my shirt.  It fell to pieces to the floor.

       I tried to cover my breasts but the one came up and held my arms behind my back as the other pulled off my pants and panties and shoes and socks.

       “No!  Please dont do this,” I begged.

       The other man grabbed my jaw and kissed me savagely.  He drew blood as my teeth split my lip.

       Another door was open and I was dragged into another larger room.

       A collar was buckled tightly around my throat my wrists bound in front of me and they were hooked to a rope hanging from the ceiling.

       The other man pulled the rope up bringing my hands high above my head.  High as to raise me off my heels and onto the balls of my feet.

       “Oh, God, please,” I begged.

       SMACK!

       “Oh!”

       He spanked my ass.

       The guy that rescued my stood behind me and reached around to grab my breasts.  He squeezed them and I squealed.

       SMACK!

       “Oh!”

       He took the nipples between thumb and first finger and began to twist and pinch them.

       “Ung!”

       The other man came up and placed nipple clamps on each with a chain attached between the two.

       “Ow o wow

       A hand covered my mouth.

       “Shut up cunt and take it.”

       I whimpered.

       The chain was brought up savagely pulling on my nipples.  I groaned.

       “Open you mouth.”

       “Please,” I begged.

       “Open!”

       SMACK!

       “Oh!”

       The chain was placed in my mouth.

       “Close.”

       I closed biting down on the chain.  I whimpered.  Oh God, please help me.

       SMACK!

       “Mm!”

       “Do not drop that chain no matter what,” the rescuer warned.

       THWAP!

       “Mm!”

       THWAP!

       “Mm!”

       THWAP!

       “Mmum!”

       THWAP!

       “Oh!”

       I dropped the chain after he struck my breast.

       “Thats one demerit.”

       The chain was shoved back into my mouth.

       “Mm,” I whimpered.

       THWAP!

       “Mm!”

       My other breast.

       THWAP!

       “Mm!”

       My stomach.

       THWAP!

       THWAP!

       He returned to my ass.

       THWAP!

       THWAP!

       “Mm!”

       THWAP!

       THWAP!

       I moaned in pain as he struck my backside over and over.

       THWAP!

       THWAP!

       The outsides of my thighs.

       He spread my feet apart wide and my shoulder joints felt the strain of the pull.  I moaned.

       THWAP!

       “Uh!”

       Right on the inner thigh.

       I dropped the chain again!

       “Thats two cunt.”

       The chain was returned.

       THWAP!

       THWAP!

       THWAP!

       “Oh, God!”

       Straight up my cunt.

       The other man grabbed the chain of the nipple clamps and pulled.

       “Oh!  No please,” I sobbed.

       He ripped them off and I screamed from the pain.

       The cope was dropped down from the ceiling and I was shoved to the floor onto my knees.  My wrists untied and brought behind me and tied to a bar.  This bar was hauled up towards the ceiling forcing me to bend forwards.

       I tried to crawl forward for balance but my knees were tied apart to eye hooks on the floor on either side.

       I tried to hold my head up but it hurt.

       My ankles were placed in stocks elevating my feet pushing my knees into the floor more.

       I moaned.

       WHAP!

       “Ow!”

       WHAP!

       “Ow!”

       WHAP!

       “Mm!”

       WHAP!

       “Mm!”

       As the guy that rescued me hit my ass with a stick the other man stepped in front of me forced my head up and shoved his cock into my mouth.

       WHAP!

       I moaned.

       WHAP!

       “Mm!”

       His cock was shoved in and out of my mouth.

       WHAP!

       “Mm!”

       WHAP!

       I accidently bit down.

       “Ah!  You bitch!”  He pulled out and smacked the side of my head.

       “Ah!”

       WHAP!

       “Uh!”

       “Whatd she do?”

       “She bit my cock!”

       “Thats three demerits cunt.”

       “SIX!”

       WHAP!

       “Uh!”

       A ring gag was forced into my mouth and secured to the back of my head.

       “Thatll hold you open cunt.”

       WHAP!

       “Uh!”

       And his cock was raping my mouth again.

       I couldnt breath!

       One fucked my mouth as the other whipped my ass---

       WHAP!

       I bucked.

       Correctmy feet.

       WHAP!

       WHAP!

       WHAP!

       I cried and found it even harder to breath.  I tried to pull my head away.  He held my hair as he continued to rape my mouth.

       His hot cum sprayed the back of my throat.

       WHAP!

       He pulled out and I choked and gasped for air.  He removed the ring gag.

       WHAP!

       I tried to find a voice but I was all choked up.

       I sputtered, gagged and coughed trying not to pass out.

       WHAP!

       “Ung!”  I gurgled.  I spat on the floor as I couldnt swallow any more.

       WHAP!

       “Uh!”

       “Thats five more demerits!  Youre up to 13, cunt.”

       I gasped for air, sobbing.

       WHAP!

       “Uh!  No more, please,” I begged.

       WHAP!

       “Ung!”

       “More?  Hm, weve got lots more, cunt.”

       I gasped for air as I sobbed.  My shoulders and back ached and my ass and feet hurt badly.

       My arms were lowered and my knees released from the eye hooks.

       I was pulled up onto my feet and pushed over to a short vaulting horse.  My arms were pulled back up over me towards the ceiling and my hips bound to the top of the horse lengthways.  My knees were tied apart and my ankles further with a spreader bar.

       My shoulders cried out in pain from the continued position.

       SLAP!

       “Ah!”

       SLAP!

       “No!”

       SLAP!

       “Oh, God!”

       SLAP!

       “Ah!”

       SLAP!

       “Ah!”

       A hand rubbed my hot ass cheeks almost gently.

       “How many demerits do you have cunt?”

       What?  I was supposed to remember?

       SLAP!

       “Oh!”  What was it?  “13!” I cried.

       He rubbed my ass again.  Then his fingers found my slit.  He rubbed them up and down and a finger began to toy with my clit.

       Between sobs I moaned at the sexual feeling it gave me.

       “Do you like that cunt?”

       What was I suppose to say?

       SLAP!

       “Oh!  Yes!”

       He rubbed my clit more.  I could feel a climax begin.

       “Should I stop?”

       No answer as I moaned and sniffled.

       SLAP!

       “Oh!  No please dont.”

       He continued.

       “There are those demerits still, cunt.”

       I moaned in agony.  What were they going to do about them.

       SLAP!

       “Oh!”

       SLAP!

       “No, please!”

       SLAP!

       “Uh!”

       SLAP!

       “Ung!”  I cried.

       SLAP!

       “Now, if youre a good cunt those can be the 13 demerits.”

       “I will, I promise,” I replied.

       He rubbed my ass.  Then one of his fingers stopped at my anal opening.  I gasped.

       “Good cunt,” he reminded.

       But my anus!

       He pushed his finger into my ass and I groaned.  He went all the way in to the end of his finger then fucked my ass with it for a moment pushing it in and out hard.

       I moaned.

       He pulled his finger out and replaced it with his hard cock.

       “Aaah!”

       He shoved it all the way in and pulled back.  As he pushed in his balls slapped my ass.  He moved in and out groaning.

       “Sweet tight ass my cunt,” he said.

       He fucked my ass hard and then he came inside it.

       I was released from all the bonds and brought over to a short mat table.  Pushed down on all fours my knees and ankles were tied down and my wrists put into cuffs.  Unable to crawl away.

       “That ass is mine now,” the other man said.

       A ring gag was replaced into my mouth and tied behind my head.

       Then the guy that rescued my shoved his nearly soft cock into my mouth as the other shoved his into my ass.

       They were fucking me from both ends.

       The guy that rescued me held onto my collar and pulled up on it so that it crushed my windpipe.

       I tried to gasp for air.

       He released and I still tried to breathe as he fucked my mouth.  His cock became harder each time.

       I never felt the man from the rear come and exit my ass.

       SWAT!

       I jumped as the others cock went deeper into my throat.

       SWAT!

       I jumped again.

       SWAT!

       Again I jumped.

       The guy in front pulled out and shot cum into my face.

       SWAT!

       “Uh!”

       “How many is that?”  The ring gag removed.

       “I lost count,” the other grinned.

       “Count cunt.”

       I gasped for air barely hearing him.

       SWAT!

       “Uh!”

       “I said count!”

       SWAT!

       “UhOne!”

       SWAT!

       “Uhtwo!”

       SWAT!

       “Uhthree!”

       SWAT!

       “Uhfour!”

       SWAT!

       “Uhfive!”

       SWAT!

       “Six!” I grunted.

       SWAT!

       “Seven!”

       SWAT!

       “Eight!”

       SWAT!

       “NINE!”

       SWAT!

       I gasped for air as I groaned in pain.

       “Number!”

       SWAT!

       “Ten!”

       “Start over, she lost count.”

       “No!  Please I beg of you.  Its ten, really.”

       SWAT!

       “Oh!  Eleven!”

       SWAT!

       “Twelve!”

       SWAT!

       “Thirteen!”

       A hand rubbed my painful red hot ass.

       “Theres the demerits,” the other guy spoke satisfied. “And Im drained.”

       I was released from my bonds pulled up off the table dragged by the collar to a wall where I was hooked to a chain up above pulled up onto the balls of my feet and hands bound behind me.

       A hood was placed over my head and cinched at the neck and a ball gag applied.

       “Thanks cunt.”

       SMACK!

       “Mm!”


9/19/2009 10:49:13 PM

Forget the times he walked by, Forget the times he made you cry, Forget the times he spoke your name, Remember now your not the same. Forget the times he held your hand, Forget the sweet things if you can, Forget the times & Don't pretend, Remember now he's just your friend."



9/19/2009 10:47:49 PM

I miss u when something really good happens because your  the one i want to share it with. I miss u went something is troubling me, because  you are the one who understands me so well miss u when I laugh or cry because I know w that u are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear miss u all the time but I miss u the most when I lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times that we spent together for those were some of the best times of my life


9/17/2009 6:28:40 PM
What therefore is the purpose of the heart you ask

To beat, to breath, to exist is not its only task.

It holds within it small and living cells

A place where what we are, ultimatelly dwells

It swells with pride and happiness and cheer

It shudders with doubt and shame and sometimes fear

Hidden behind skin, flesh and bone

A heart is something we all say we own

What therefore is the purpose of the heart you ask

To beat, to breath, to exist is not its only task

Even though it sustains human life

It does not always stop the owner from causing strife

When speaking of the heart, these words and more

Soft, gentle, happy are words that we always hope for

Heart is to stop the brain from becoming to ridged

Heart is to stop the hopeless from becoming to frigid

What therefore is the purpose of the heart you ask

To beat, to breath, to exist is not its only task

To bloom like a flower and awake from its cover

As it lay exposed in the hands of a lover

To take in its place, one given in return

A heart to receive, treasure and then to learn

The purpose of my heart, was for us to meet

To exchange with you so each heart may be complete. 

9/14/2009 4:40:52 PM

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master owns my body, my mind, my will, my health, 
my well-being, my communications, 
my actions, even my very breath. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master allows my existence to continue in order that i may 
obey Him, serve Him, please Him, 
amuse Him, entertain Him, and care for Him. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master, also, allows my existence to continue in order that 
i may tend to His needs, to His wants, 
and to the multitude of duties He may assign me, 
regarding any and all aspects of His life. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master has absolute and total Ownership and Control 
of every facet of my life. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master values my gift of submission.  He cares for me and 
is proud of His ownership of me. 
He likewise requires that i take pride in myself 
and in my position as His slave. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master will dictate my appearance, public or private, 
with no regard for fashion or fad, 
solely determined by His desires and wants. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master demands from me Total Obedience to
His every wish, stated and unstated, 
up to and including my Obedience to Another 
(be it temporary or permanent), 
should that be Master's decision. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master can sell, give or transfer the Ownership and Control
of my life to Anyone at anytime, upon His whim, 
or upon His deliberated choice...
with temporary or total finality 
to my current existence with Him, 
as He wishes. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master's desire fulfillment, in all areas of His life, will be 
the never-ending goal  of my life 
until the last moment of His ownership of me, 
or until the moment of my last breath, 
whichever He chooses. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...



9/12/2009 11:03:10 AM
I can't be a slave; a very small voice whispered in the dark But you already are; the voice answered itself in the recesses of her mind.

To be my Master's slave means I have given Him all of me. It means I have given Him my heart and I get to watch Him care for it with the utmost care. It means I have given Him my mind and I get to watch it become more nimble under His tutelage. It means I have given Him my soul and I get to watch it dance free within the circle of His arms. It means I have given Him my body and I get to feel it respond to His expert touch.

To be my Master's slave means I deny Him nothing. If He asks for something, I get it. If He demands something, I get it twice as fast. If He wishes for something, I get it four times as fast.

To be my Master's slave means I get to fly higher than I ever have before.
I get to give more than I ever have before. I get to receive more than I ever have before. I get to feel more than I ever have before.

To be my Master's slave means more to me than most anything ever has before.



5/18/2009 11:23:39 AM
""I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much
bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."

5/12/2009 6:37:03 PM

Maggie had always been on the shy side and not really the type to draw lots of attention from the guys in school. She was on the short side, only 5’ 2” and full figured, with thick hair just below her shoulders. She had dated a few guys over the years, but nothing bold or adventurous. So her knowledge of intimate activities was really limited. With the vast internet now at her finger tips, she sees all the variations and terminology. So many men coming at her from every direction with strange requests and questions. The whole idea has her overwhelmed. She was just in her mid twenties and now men of all ages, from all over the world, seemed interested in her. Then one day, she gets an email from a man about 15 years older than her, but he seems to have nothing but compliments. This is unlike the constant scary emails full of rude questions, she has come accustomed to. He even included a nice full body picture of himself, not just nude body parts as usual. Jay looked to be about forty and kind of rugged. He was 6’ 2”, maybe 180 lbs and broad shoulders. His dark hair was just reaching his collar, with a little gray starting to show. He says he had always worked in construction of some type or another, but recently he had started his own company, in Tampa. He was so patient with her many questions, seeming to have simple answers to most of them. He was not the same pushy type, that she has dealt with day after day. He tells her of his own experiences with many different types of pleasure, giving and receiving. Her mind races, every time she sees a new email from him. She has been so curious about some many things she had seen online. At last she has a friend, to calmly explain it all in great detail. He too is pleased with her curious nature. They finally agree to chat over the phone, so he can share his knowledge with her, more directly. When she first hears that deep confident voice, she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, then falls back on the couch. He seems to be so much in control of his own experiences, she feels so comfortable telling him her own fantasies. She tells him of things she has seen online, wondering if he has actually tried things. His firm voice tells her of so many new and exciting things, he would be willing to introduce her to. There is just something about his confidence in her ability, that she just can’t resist. He tells her to only try things she is most curious about at first, never rush into any new experience. Her mind races from one image to the next, as she remembers her many hours online. After a few months of almost nightly calls going on for hours, he suggests they meet for real. He tells her he will be traveling to Miami in a couple weeks, to see about expanding his business. She gets excited at the idea of a real meeting. But her shy side keeps her from screaming a loud YES. She asks him to let her think about it for a week and she will give him an answer then. They continue their nightly chats and his confidence is winning her over. By Friday, she finally tells him OK, she will meet him. He thanks her for allowing him the chance, to teach her as much as she feels ready to learn. The day finally arrives and she receives an email with a list of directions she is to follow, in preparation of their night together. The letter is very simple and to the point. She is to wear a one piece dress with thin straps over the shoulder and sandals, but NOTHING else, no bra or panties. She gets really nervous at this idea, but she so wants him to take control of her, for this one night. She picks out a light colored dress that reaches well below her knees. The letter gives her a room number at one of the best hotels in Miami. When she gets there at 7pm, she follows his directions, taking the elevator to the top floor. It tells her the door will be open and for her to go to the balcony and wait for him. She is instructed NOT to turn around, until she is told to do so. She is so nervous, her body is covered in goose bumps. Finally, she hears foot steps behind her, but fights back the urge to turn and look. Then there is that deep firm voice, she has heard so many nights these last few months. He tells her how pleased he is, she followed his list so completely. The sun is just setting, casting a rosy glow over the water. There is still enough light out, he can easily see through the sheer dress and he is very pleased at her curvy figure. He steps up close behind her and she can feel his breath on her bare shoulder. He tells her not to move, just stand still looking out over the ocean. Using just his finger tips, he slides a finger under each strap of her dress, pulling the straps off her shoulders, he gently guides the dress until it falls to the floor. She trembles knowing she is now completely nude on the balcony and it is still light. His fingers trace their way down her arms and across her hips, but she manages to stand still, as he commanded. He walks her to the rail, stepping even closer to her, until she can feels his body against her back. She is shocked to feel his bare skin against hers. He tells her to turn around slowly, keeping her arms at her side. Her eyes grow wide, seeing he too is completely nude, with only his rock hard nine inch cock between them. She wants so bad to take it in her soft hands, but she resists and stands as still as a statue. His hands glide over her trembling skin, from caressing her blushing face, down her arms and across her hips. He kneels down, his hands moving over every inch of her bare flesh. She flinches at first, when she feels his hands slide between her legs and slowly tickling its way higher and higher between her thighs. She feels his fingers begin to wander in her bush. He stands up suddenly looking into her eyes. He asks if she wants to touch him now. Her eyes beam with excitement and she nods eagerly. He tells her “NOT YET”. In shock, she continues to keep her arms at her side. He tells her to sit on the chair beside her, with her hands on her knees. Again, she does as he commands. He steps close to her face and begins brushing the head of his cock over her blushing cheeks. He moves the head in front of her lips, just lightly touching them, telling her to remain as a statue. She is screaming inside, wanting to feel his cock deep in her hungry mouth. She feels the shaft of his cock sliding against her cheeks, so close to her lips but never passing between them. He tells her to open her mouth just a little, but not to move her hands. She sees his cock move closer and closer to her lips. Finally she feels the head as it pushes its way inside her hot mouth. Her mind tells her to go for it and take all she can, but again she resists. She feels inch after inch of his throbbing cock pas between her lips. He begins to work it back and forth. He gives her another inch with every thrust towards her. He puts a hand on either side of her face, tilting her head down slightly. Before she realizes, she is taking his whole nine inches so deep in her throat. He makes slow steady strokes, giving her every inch of his delicious cock. Again he asks if she wants to touch him, as her hands begin to reach for his cock, he tells her “NOT YET”. She puts her hands back on her knees. He continues to feed her his thick cock, until it feels well lubricated. He pulls it out of her mouth, telling her to lean back in the chair and turn her chin down to her chest. Taking one of her big soft breast in each hand, he steps up with a leg on either side of her body. He pushes her breasts together, then begins sliding that hard wet cock between them, telling her to kiss the head, each time it reaches her lips. She had never before felt a cock between her breasts and the sensation was amazing. She could taste his cock in every kiss. His was twisting her nipples hard, as he held her breasts tight against that throbbing cock. He tells her to lay flat back in the chair, as he kneels between her legs. Taking her ankles in his hands, he works his cock closer and closer to her moist mound of hair. He only rubs his cock in the hair and lightly over the lips of her pussy. Never allowing it inside, he slides the head between those wet lips. Top to bottom then back again, she can feel every inch of his cock. She wants to feel the head push its way inside, but he does not allow it entry. Again, he asks if she wants to touch him, she smiles up at him, then he looks into her eyes saying “NOT YET”. He stands back up and directs her to sit back up as well. He pushes his wet cock back into her mouth, so she can now taste the tastes of her own juices on his cock. She feels his cock throbbing deep in her throat, she eagerly takes it inch after inch. He grabs the back of her head, holding his cock to the back of her throat. He thrusts it time and time again, each time feeling it push at the back of her throat. Her thinking he must be about to feed her a creamy reward, he pulls out completely. He tells her to stick out her tongue. He now rubs the tip of his cock over her tongue, never allowing the head to reach her lips. Finally, he smiles down at her and says “are you ready” ? She lets go and screams out “YES”. He tells her it is now HER turn and he will do anything SHE wants. She takes his hand leading him to the bed. She lays on her back, telling to get on top and FEED her that cock, and bury his face into her bush. She tells him he can NOT use his hands at all, only his tongue. He must keep his hands behind his back. She wraps her arms around his hips pulling that cock into her mouth and all the way down. Guiding his hips, she feeds on that delicious cock until she feels wave after wave of his hot cream gushing down her throat. When she is sure he has spent all he could, she tells him to move down between her legs. She tells him to keep licking, until she says he can stop. She wraps her legs around his neck and just lays back, closing her eyes. His tongue reaches deep inside her, touching places like no man before had ever done. She had never before felt such a talented tongue between her legs. She let him feast on her until she could take no more. Wrapping her legs tight around his neck, she floods his face in her sweet honey. She reaches for his cock again, taking it in her mouth again and works it eagerly, until she feels it throbbing hard in her lips. She smiles at him, asking “what are you going to do with it NOW” ? He stands up and leads her back to the balcony. He lays a blanket over the rail, then has her stand there with her large breasts hanging over. He steps up close behind her and begins caressing her ass. She can feel his hands moving all over her bare skin. He sucks on his finger to wet it, then reaches down and slides in into her ass. He is kissing her neck as his thick finger works deeper in her ass. She tenses up, telling him that is a first for her. He reaches between her legs, rubbing his fingers between those dripping lips of her pussy. Again, she feels his fingers pushing into her ass, first one finger, then two, probing deeper inside her. For a minute, her legs go weak, but she grabs the rail and pushes her ass back to him. He now has three fingers working inside her. He steps even closer, wrapping one of his big strong arms around her, using the other hand he guides his cock to her ass. His cock feels so BIG as it pushed its way inside. She feels the head as it finds beyond her puckered ass. He makes Small strokes at first, giving her the chance to get used to his thick cock. He feels her pushing back to him with each stroke. Now he wraps both his around completely around her, as he drives his hard nine inches into her. His hands move to her nipples, twisting them hard between those firm fingers. The warm night air feels great on her bare skin, as she watches people moving around below. Her ass clinches and relaxes, with each thrust of his hard cock. She can’t believe how good this feels. She wraps her arms around his and continues to push her ass back onto his cock. It is throbbing so hard and deep inside her. He squeezes her TIGHT in his arms, and gives her a final thrust. She can feel his juices filling her ass. He tells her to sit back in the chair, as he gets down on his knees. He buries his face into her wet pussy once again. Wrapping his big strong arms around her thighs, he holds her tight to his hungry mouth. In little time, she can feel her body about to erupt once again. She falls back in the chair, as her legs tighten around his neck. He pushes his face into her harder, as her juices begin to flow. His tongue goes wild in that sweet nectar. Finally her body goes limp and her legs release him from her grip. He continues to lick and probe her pussy with his tongue, not to miss a single drop. Giving her a few minutes to catch her breath, he takes her hand and leads her to the shower. He adjusts the water to a steamy cascade over her body. He begins at her shoulders, rubbing his big hands over every inch of her body until she has a thick layers of suds from head to toe. He reaches his hands high, telling her to soap him up now. She works from his finger tips, across those muscular arms and down his back. She turns his body facing her and runs her hands all over those broad shoulders and down his hairy chest. She gets on her knees to give his cock plenty of attention. Taking his balls in her hands she spreads a thick lather over them. He pulls her back up and wraps her in his arms. He re-adjusts the shower to a steady stream. They rub their bodies together, as the force of the water rinses the lather from their bare skin. Their hands are constantly roaming over each other’s bodies. Taking the shower in hand, she kneels down to thoroughly rinse his cock and balls. Once she feels her job is done, she hands it to him. She stands up leaning back against the wall and pushes him to his knees. He turns the flow to a pulsing wave of steam. His fingers slowly moving through her bush as the pulsing water bounces off the lips of her pussy. He parts those lips slightly, allowing the pulsing to reach inside as well. He feels her grab his head for support, as her body trembles from the steaming pulses. Once they are completely rinsed off, she leads him back to the bed. She tells him to lay on his back and she crawls up between his legs. She starts kissing her way up his legs, moving from the left to the right and back again. By the time her face nears his cock, it is hard and bouncing in front of her. She takes it in her hand, leaning it back and moves her attention to his balls. She is kissing and licking them, sucking on one then the other. He feels her lips slides up and down the length of his shaft. Each time her mouth rises to the head, she pops it in and out between her lips. She moves back and forth from licking and sucking his balls, to sliding her lips along his shaft. Thinking his cock could grow no bigger, she climbs up and sit over it. She slowly works it into position and allows her body to slide down that thick shaft until she had taken it all. She begins bouncing up and down, taking the full length of his throbbing cock, with each descent. She had never felt so full and excited in her life. She was out of control, bouncing harder and harder on his cock. He just stared up with a big smile, at the sight of her so into what she was doing. He can feel her body begin to tremble as her bouncing slows a bit into a definite rhythm. Her body trembles more each time she slides down his thick shaft. She slams her body down HARD and he can feel her squeezing his cock as her hot juices leave her body. As her grip releases his cock, she collapses next to him. He takes her into those his arms as she drifts off to sleep, with the thoughts of waking still safe and warm in those strong arms.



5/12/2009 4:58:53 PM
I was out walking through the woods one late fall afternoon, when I came
up on a campsite. It was a group of guys, from out of state, doing some
hunting. Not having any luck that day, they all came back to camp early.
They invited me to sit and have some for coffee.
As we are sitting around the fire chatting, they tell me the eight of them,
are high school buddies, who meet up once a year. They take turns picking
the place, a different place every year. It gives them time away from the
wives and families. So, even on slow days, they still can sit back and
relax. Sometimes they find a place near a lake, for some fishing too.
I was a warm afternoon, so some of them were just wearing shorts and
t-shirts.
After an hour or so, I notice that one of the guys has the head of his cock
peaking out the leg of his shorts. It looks huge, I can't seem to look away.
He catches me staring and grins.
He gets up and walks over to where I am sitting and just pulls out his
throbbing hard dick. Then he says: “since you seem to enjoy staring at my
cock, how do you like it up close”. I can’t resist that big mushroom head,
as I lean forward, my jaw drops open. He just slides it between my lips. It
feels so warm, as pulsing in my mouth. I get on my knees, as he sits down
in my chair. His friends can’t believe, what they are seeing.
My mind blanks them out, as I focus all my attention on enjoying this
delicious treat in my mouth. I suck it in completely, then slide my lips
over the full length of the shaft a few times. I move down to lick and suck
his big swollen balls. I move back to the head, swirling my tongue over it,
as I feel his thick cock throbbing in my hands. I keep going back and
forth between big mushroom top down to those cream-filled balls. I lose
track of time as I enjoy his delicious meat I feel him lifting up to meet my
lips, as I continue sucking the full length of his cock. Feeling he was
about to explode, I slide his cock deep in my throat as he begins to flood
my mouth with that HOT delicious cream, I worked so eagerly for.
Out of corner of my eye, I can see that some of the guys, pulled out their
cocks and are stroking them. I look at his friends and ask “who’s
next”. One of them walks over and takes a turn, sitting in the chair next
to the first guy. Staying on my knees, I crawl to the next guy and begin
taking his hard throbbing eight inches, to the back of my throat. I again
take my time, enjoying his tasty meat, savoring every inch. This cock is
not as thick at the first guy, but definitely longer. After about 15 minutes
of sliding my lips over every inch of that shaft, I bring him to a gushing
eruption in my mouth. At first, it seems like more cream than my mouth
can handle. I don’t stop until I manage to swallow every drop of it, licking
his cock clean.
I am now hungry for cock, more than ever. I crawl from one hard cock to
the next, sucking hard cocks for what seems like hours. I bring each of
them to a juicy eruption. Swallowing all the cum, I could ever ask for. By
the time I start sucking off number six, the first guy is hard again.
He kneels behind me pulling my jeans to the ground. I feel the head of his
cock pushing at my tight ass. I push back to him, welcoming his HARD
COCK. His cock is wet with his own juices, as he slowly works the head
inside. His cock is about six inches and THICK. I feel my ass stretch over
the head. He takes a few short easy strokes, then I feel him pushing
deeper with each stroke, until I am taking it to his balls. He is pumping
hard intomy ass. I can feel his balls slapping me with each thrust. I start
to rock my body back and forth between the two hard cocks. I can’t
believe how good it feels having a real dick pounding inside me. I had
used dildos many times, in the past, never knowing the difference a real
one could make. I make sure they all get a turn in both my mouth and
ass, by the time we are done. Completely exhausted,
I just laid back for a while,.
Once I catch my breath, I tell them that I visit this area often. Hinting
that maybe we will run across each other again sometime. I get dressed,
then walk away, content knowing they are as pleased, as I am.

5/5/2009 8:59:46 PM

at night i breakdown and cry
and sometimes i don't even know why
my loneliness is driving me insane
so is my lonely heart the one to blame?

heart I'm calling on you
give me the strength to pull through
but still i must believe
there's another lonely heart out there
waiting for me waiting for me

I'm not sure which way to go
is it my heart that i should follow
heart I'm so unsure
and now i need you more than before

heart I'm calling on you
give me the strength to pull through
but still i must believe
there's another lonely heart out there
waiting for me waiting for me

tell me I'm not the only
broken heart feeling lonely
I know everything heals in time
but can time heal this lonely heart of mine

at night I breakdown and cry
and sometimes I don't even know why
my loneliness is driving me insane
so is my lonely heart the one to blame?

heart I'm calling on you
give me the strength to pull through
but still I must believe
there's another lonely heart out there
waiting for me waiting for me

heart I know your my only friend
and one day we'll find love again

5/4/2009 8:08:24 AM
Strength

Strength is knowing when to say....I cannot follow this path any longer.

Strength is standing firm by your values,
      even when they are challenged.

Strength is what is not seen.
      It is a firm stance centered in your own personal belief.

Strength is being able to cry, when the all around you are smiling.

Strength is knowing who you are....and loving yourself anyway.

Strength is following your mind,
      when your heart chooses a different direction.

Strength is doing what is right for you,
      though it may not be right for everyone.

Strength is being able to step back and examine,
      when your body and soul tell you to press forward.

Strength is being able to say no, when you know something isnt right.

Strength is looking yourself in the mirror, and liking what you see.

Strength is caring enough about your mate,
      to say no to what you crave,
        because you love him.

Strength is saying yes to your mate, because you know she craves it,
      though you dont exactly understand.

Strength does NOT mean being stronger physically.

Strength does NOT mean controlling.

Strength does NOT mean coercing.

Strength means being flexible enough to say, "I am wrong"

Strength means caring enough to say, "I made a mistake, I apologize".

Strength is seen in the eyes, felt in the heart, and heard in the tone.

5/3/2009 11:09:16 AM

Balance
 
i would give my very soul
to have back those few minutes
i let my fear cloud my eyes... 


The eyes see things that are not there....
make connections that do not exist...
bring fear when there is no need...

The brain makes things appear as they are not...
moves pieces about to form what it must,
to protect ourselves, to keep us from the fear.
The fear of opening too much,
of revealing too deeply...
of being vulnerable to another's presence.

We put up walls that take months and years to blast away. Huge boulders that must be chipped away piece by piece, until they are dust at our feet. And yet, it seems with each blast, with the dusting of each rock, comes the arrival of another. Each one smaller than the one before, but so much denser. So much harder, from the years of honing and perfecting it, to protect the very soul of a person.

Then one day, someone comes into your life, and begins chipping away at the stones. As each one is uncovered, fear creeps back in. It clouds the thinking of the brain and the seeing of the eyes, yet, it cannot touch the heart, the soul. It is a balance of the eyes and the heart that must be acheived, in order to live happily. When one lets the balance be tipped, it is the heart that hurts, and another stone is added to the soul. It must be broken down again, to find the balance that brings happiness.

The stones that were broken down for me this last week were tremendous boulders which lay in dust at my feet. Fear clouded my brain, it took my sight...it made me see things that were not there, and for this, my heart aches with emptiness. Rather not emptiness, but with pain. The pain i have caused another resides deep in my heart. It washes the fear from my eyes with harsh tears. Replacing it with the greatest fear of all...that of losing Your care, Your trust.

I would give my very soul to have back those few minutes of impetuousness, those few minutes that i let my fear cloud my eyes, and take the balance from my soul. But I cannot. The moment is gone, yet the pain lingers. I cry out in the empty room...'WHY?

.....and the answer is always the same.

I looked with my eyes, instead of my heart...
and now the balance is tipped.

5/2/2009 10:18:17 AM


One simple word, yet filled with complexity. One may ask themselves several questions. Is it physical, emotional or the blend of both causing an intellectual fear? Or perhaps it is just the unknown. There are so many factors and fixtures ~ the simple little word ~ becomes a mesh of complexity and undefinable objections.

As a child fears the darkness ~ a submissive fears the empty void a Master may create. Being left on her own to remember His teachings and guiding ways ~ though she has been trained well, the solitude is creates a void. Within this void the manifestation of fear begins.

She begins to doubt herself, her abilities, perhaps even her worth.
She continues to struggle to remain focused. She fights with the
inner conflicts raging within herself. So desperately trying to please, and obey, yet consumed with fear. The loneliness grows ~ the darkness seems cold and empty ~ there is a deafening silence that rings in her ears.


She guards what is left of the soul she possesses. For it is the last of what she calls her own. The walls are thick, high, and strong, harboring her emotions. The fear of displaying her weaknesses, the fear of appearing vulnerable, the fear of becoming dependent, the fear of solitude.

One may drown themselves in work and family life in order to displace fear. But at the end of the day, when all the world is quiet and her head rests upon her pillow, she listens to her beating heart, the silence is again deafening as she replays the day's events, tears stream silently down her face. She is happy that no one sees them ~ For it is her fear of appearing less than perfect. She is raw, vulnerable ~
she is alone.


As she lays staring into the darkness, she has come to realize just what the fear is. It is not the physical pain of external forces, but the internal struggle for contentment. She tries to shake off the insecurities, the doubt and the questioning ~ she tries to focus in on all that she has been taught ~ yet she lies alone... in fear.

She grows angry at herself for being weak. This is a side of herself that even she dislikes. She has always been the strong one. The leader, the fixer, the tower of unwavering strength and compassion. As the night goes on, the mirror reflection of who she really is becomes clearer. She is saddened as she faces her biggest of all fears
~ herself!

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