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About me:
I am a Mature Dominant sex positive woman?who has been developing my BDSM skills for the past 10 years or so ?(who's counting), but has actually been honing the psychological skills of Domination and Control all of my adult life. I have an understanding of the benefits of control, and an expectation of being the ultimate decision maker in a relationship. I cannot imagine it working any other way, although I also cannot imagine making relationship decisions without consulting, considering and respecting the opinion and preferences of my submissive partner. I am a realist :) � ?I've got a great sense of humor (alright a little on the warped side), a love of history and am trying to convince myself that I have an inner athlete. I'm fairly well traveled (England, Ireland and New Zealand in just the past couple of years) and love exploring. I'd like to meet a man who is well read, appreciates the finer things in life, likes to travel and who loves to do a lot of different things. A sense of humor and a love of the absurd is a must! . Lots of laughs, reasonably attractive and adventurous, intelligent, compassionate.
Full disclosure: I am.....a geek. I love all the classic geek things; Star Trek, science fiction in general, fantasy, historical re-enactment, the SCA and more. I'm too socially adept to be classified as a nerd, but geek....definitely! Just so you know.... � My interests:
�I have explored a lot, and discovered a mild sadistic side - I love the erotic connection between pain and pleasure, and enjoy delivering both to those I care for. The level of pain is determined by my partner's levels and limits, not mine, as I derive the same pleasure from tickling someone with a feather until they can take no more as I do from much heavier play someone who enjoys the same.� That being said, I do love impact play in several forms, some bondage, chastity and more.� �

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3/10/2015 3:58:54 PM
Ok then, so here's a thing. You wanted my attention and now you have it. Don't make me drag information out of you. If you want to get to know me, make an effort. Frankly you aren't "that" interesting...unless maybe you've promised me a house in Costa Rica. Seriously though, don't waste the opportunity. Give me a reason to pay attention.

3/9/2015 7:36:05 PM
I am, in general, a calm, caring, considerate person.  Does that mean I won't strip you naked and spank you until you find it hard to sit? Or make you eat from a dog bowl on the floor?  Why...No!  It doesn't.  It just means that I'll be pleasant while I do it.  Never mistake a lack of bitchery for weakness fellas.  It could be a mistake that you regret.

10/5/2014 1:11:35 PM

You know, as hard as it is to hear "I'm sorry, but I don't think this is working out", it's hard to say it too.  I recently had to do that and it was hard to know that I was trampling someone's fantasy and basically disappointing a long held hope that this was "It".  Disappointing for me as well, leading to a good deal of introspection to make sure I wasn't under or over-thinking it and it truly was what was best for both of us.  In the end, although he was a perfectly lovely submissive, it was the right decision. 

Which leads me to muse, how important is "chemistry" in your relationships?  Do you think about your Master/submissive and absolutely want/need to be with that person? That's kind of what it comes down to for me these days.  I need to feel that attraction, that need/want to be with someone, that sense of anticipation when I'm about to see them and that little sense of empty space when they aren't there. 

It's hard.


9/27/2014 10:20:59 PM
I am apparently pissing a lot of people off by my unwillingness to just hand out my telephone number right and left.  Well.....too bad.  Ever stop to think that maybe it's not so much about the damn phone as it is gauging how willing someone is to compromise, to adjust their expectations, work around a problem, pay attention, do what is requested, and seeing just how much effort you might want to put into getting the attention you say you want?

Yeah...thought not.

8/24/2014 4:00:37 PM
Very nice play session today!  Always nice when something exceeds expectations, isn't it?

8/23/2014 4:50:46 PM
Oh my, I wrote a silly bit of fluff last night while I was having an IM conversation.  LOL  Poor boy, now he'll think I wasn't paying attention, but I really was!  (If you read this in a totally 1950s housewife sort of mental voice, it's pretty funny!)


Sweetheart, it’s Friday and you know what that means! I want you to go into the bathroom and get out the enema equipment so we can get you all nice and clean for our date this evening. Now don’t whine baby, I know you don’t like the enema but you know you need it. Want to get your little pussy all clean and fresh, don’t you? You don’t want me to have to spank you, right? There’s a good boy. Now you know you can take all of this and hold it until I tell you to go, don’t complain so much or I’ll have to fill the bag again!

All clean and fresh? Lovely! I’ve laid out your red dress and I want you to wear your really pretty underwear, the black mesh stockings and your heels. Yes, all of it and make sure your make up is pretty too! I want you to look your best this evening for our date.

Why yes, we ARE having company this evening. David will be joining us and I am really looking forward to seeing him again, aren’t you? He will enjoy seeing how lovely you look, I’m sure! What? Are we going to do “that” again? Well if you mean what I think you mean, then yes, of course! He so enjoys having your lovely red lips around his cock! I know darling, the last time you didn’t really enjoy being tied so tightly on the bench, but you do wiggle so! One might think you really don’t want to suck his cock at all! Come with me now and we’ll get you ready.

David, darling! How nice to see you again! Yes, he’s here and quite excited to see you, as always. I know, I know but he’s tied securely and will give you his full attention, I assure you. Let’s get you more comfortable, shall we?

Sweetheart, look who’s here! David has come to play and I know you are very glad to see him, right? Now darling, you know we cannot allow you to use language like that here. David, please stuff his mouth with cock while I get the cane. He’ll have to have a stripe or five to pay for that little outburst, don’t you think? Honestly, I don’t know where he hears these words sometimes!

It is so exciting to pull your pretty red dress up over that lovely bum. You did choose exquisite panties tonight by the way! Here, let me get this dress up high enough that it doesn’t get in the way. Now remember, our guest doesn’t want to feel any teeth while you get your stripes!

Oh, those do look lovely! You’ll have some wonderful bruises there once the swelling and stinging go away. Such a good boy! David darling, come and look at this! What? Oh yes, do put the penis gag in. I don’t want his mouth to feel so empty, plus it will cover some of that smeared lipstick for him. So kind of you to think of it!

Yes, we did take some extra care for you! His pretty bum has been shaved and he is all clean and fresh. Let me show you the new lubricant I bought this week. It is supposed to last a very long time and it smells divine! Here let me take those pretty panties down an put some on him so you can smell it for yourself. Nice, right? I do love the little nozzle here that lets me squirt a bit right into his little bum. It’s so convenient! Oh, you’d like some to? Well here, let me take care of that. Yes, I’m sure your lovely cock feels a bit dry now after being in his mouth for so long!

My goodness! Look how he’s squirming now! I can tell that he is very excited about having your cock up his bum! He does so look forward to this, I can tell you! Here, let me guide you in. Yes darling, just a good little push and you’ll pop right in there. I do so enjoy watching you sink in so slowly. Isn’t it amazing that he can take eight inches? Such a good boy!

Oh yes, please amuse yourself! I can tell that he’s enjoying this very much, as am I. Just let me bring this chair over so I may watch him enjoy it while I pleasure myself a bit. You do look so lovely together and I must say that we both do enjoy your skills.

Oh now look! He’s cum all over himself and the floor! Sweetheart you’ll have to clean all that up later of course! Why yes David, if you would like to cum as well please feel free to do so! Oh, don’t worry, he always does sob just a little after he’s cum, poor thing! You go right ahead and unload if you wish.

Just lovely, both of you! David, thank you so much for your company this evening. I know we both enjoyed it and we’ll be seeing you again very soon, I’m sure.

Here darling, let me take that gag out now. I’ll let you rest here for a little while and then I’ll tidy you up a bit and release you, alright? You get so excited; I know you need a little time to calm down. Such a very good boy you are. You make me so happy! I can’t wait for our next date night, we do have so much fun!

8/19/2014 8:00:21 PM
I want to spank someone tonight.  I want that slow sensual slide of fabric over a lovely round ass as trousers come off, that hitch of breath as the underwear follow my hands down.  I want to enjoy the awkwardness of getting the shoes and socks off without looking like a total doofus.  I want to enjoy the certain knowledge in his eyes as he comes to me, knowing what will follow.  I want to enjoy the sensual weight across my lap and the little adjustments he makes for balance.  Then...that first sharp contact of palm to skin and that hiss of breath taken in quickly.  I want to feel my palm heat along with his skin, want to see that first blush of pink that quickly becomes so red.  I want to enjoy watching his hand come back to cover a sensitive area and how quickly he removes it when I tell him "no". 

I want.

8/18/2014 7:41:43 PM
For no one in general and everyone in particular:

Dear Hopeful submissive;

You message me to tell me you've been thinking of me, that I am important to you, that you believe you are meant to be in my life.  Well...isn't that a fine thing?  Tell me then why it's been five weeks since I've heard from you! 

I get that you are busy, that business and obligation pulls you in many directions, but....how important can I be if you cannot take two minutes out of your day to text, send me an e-mail, instant message, phone call...anything!  If you are "thinking of me" then the person who needs to know that is 'ME'.

And then you ask if I am angry.  Angry?  No.  Not really.  Disappointed?  Yes, in a big way.  You talk of service, yet do not serve.  You talk of my meaning to your life but fail to show that to the one person to whom it matters.  In truth, I know what I am to you; a mental fantasy, perhaps an ideal,and most certainly a wank generator.  What I had hoped to be was a real live human being.

Regards,

V

8/8/2014 7:16:50 PM
Interesting conversation with a gentleman tonight about "service". He is eager to meet and to be of service, yet when I asked what service he can provide, it seemed to be all about him! The service he longed to perform was to be a willing participant in a round of queening! Seriously? Dude.....

What do you have to offer me that I don't already have in my life? What can you do to make my life better, easier, richer, more interesting, less expensive, etc, etc, etc. Sexual favors are NOT "service" to me as I am not a bitch and you are not a stud dog.

And, while I'm on this topic, don't to write me and ask what I am seeking. Read the profile, the blog, the crap ton of other stuff I've got posted here. Then, if you are serious, be prepared to book your flight/car/bus and a room at a local hotel and be available for discussion with Me, in person, for as long as it takes you to determine you are a good fit for Me. Bring heavy doses of good humor and reality with you and kindly leave your expectations at home (including those that I am going to jump your bones on a first meeting). Yes, OK...that does occasionally happen, but VERY occasionally and not lately...got that?

Imagination is a very good thing. Handy with tools? Know a good car wash? Like to run a vacuum cleaner? Got a favorite restaurant/watering hole? Love the zoo? Amateur tour guide? These are things I "need", not some guy who is "willing" and in fact "eager" to "serve" me by allowing me to whip his ass or use my body parts for his entertainment.

Here's your ticket for the clue bus, please get on.  And yes, I realize that this is a horse that has been literally flogged to goo but maybe, just maybe one person will read and think.
 

7/11/2014 7:07:13 AM
Good gods, it turns out that moving is a contact sport!  I have bruises in interesting places and no memory of how they got there!  Almost done with the packing and loading though, so the end is in sight! 

6/24/2014 3:02:12 PM
Ah, CSpace/CollarMe, the crazy just keeps on coming!  I was just informed that I am unenlightened, fearful and should crawl back into my dark cave because I refused to hand out my phone number.  Really, random guy I met on the Internet and have chatted with 5 or 6 times?  Having been phone stalked in the past, please pardon me if I don't instantly trust that you are a "good guy".  Actually, you just proved that you aren't.

On a happier note, I've been having great conversations with several folks met here and love that we can share ideas and thoughts about this interest we all share.  Amazing how many varieties of BDSM are actually out there, isn't it?

The move to Nashville is going well.  I've still got about three weeks before the actual physical relocation, but I am looking forward to exploring a new city, getting together with friends there and make a new home!

Bon chance and bon voyage to me!

2/28/2014 8:13:34 PM


I've said this before, but it bears repeating; I don’t like being used for entertainment. There I am, just cruising along in a conversation (I thought) when I suddenly realized that I was the only one doing the heavy lifting; providing topics, greater that five word responses, asking questions; and that the other person was just kind of “reacting” to my “performance”. Whenever this happens via IM I am pretty sure that they are typing with one hand while the other keeps another part of the anatomy occupied.

Then, there are the ones who talk, but really don’t say anything at all or “better” yet, the ones who never share much of anything of themselves or ask any questions about me and then steer each and every conversation back to their fetish du jour! Sigh…. OK, for the last time, I am not here to entertain you, to grant your fantasies or serve as wank fodder. It just pisses me off (can you tell?)!

Yes, I’d actually like to get to know you! Why? To determine if we should meet IN PERSON, if you are someone I might want to add to my life! I’m an intelligent person who enjoys intelligent two-way conversation. Surely you wouldn’t take someone out on a date and sit there all evening basically refusing to share any information that reveals your life or personality, preferring instead to discuss what nasty things you want her/him to do to you when she/he takes you to their room!  Or maybe you would....

~facepalm~ 

 

Unfortunately, not every submissive is a good fit for every Dominant.  That's just the way it works, the same as the vanilla world where not every woman or man you meet is the one you want to be your significant other.  It's a question of 'chemistry' and a good fit, mutual interests and more. 


2/27/2014 6:31:39 PM

Here are ten things I know for sure:

  1. I am, at heart, a kind, loving and generous person. Does that mean I won’t take a strap to your ass? No.
  2. I like men.
  3. I like strength and intelligence in a submissive. A great ass and pretty package are nice too.
  4. I have respect for a man who can kneel before me and say “this is who I am”.
  5. I hate long distance, cyber or web-cam relationships. Those are like watching someone on TV eat my favorite meal.
  6. I occasionally have a hard time asking for exactly what I want.
  7. I am not a leather wrapped, fantasy granting, strap-on wielding wank generator.
  8. I don’t like oral sex as much as everyone thinks I should (apparently).
  9. I abhor time wasters.
  10. Bad spelling and punctuation might get your point across, but probably not the one you were hoping.
Five More Things I Know For Sure
  1. Sex starts in the brain.
  2. I have a hard enough time taking my clothes off with someone my own age, much less someone half my age.
  3. There are days when I want to take off my superhero cape and just “be”. These days sometimes require hankies and a pair of strong arms.
  4. Some things are better on paper than they are in real life. Then again, some things aren’t.
  5. New shoes are never a bad idea.

So...what do YOU know for sure?


2/22/2014 6:56:42 PM

A very interesting and though provoking evening.  I had dinner with a old lover tonight.  It was pleasant and, as I sat across from him, I could remember why I had loved him.  Unfortunately, we eventually drifted apart, but it was pleasant to visit the memory of past love (at least on my part).  It occurred to me however that I have loved and I have been loved, but I cannot say for certain that I have ever been *in* love, receiving equal measure for what is given. 

 

What about you?  Have you been in love?


2/3/2014 2:54:53 PM

Why doesn’t she understand? Why doesn’t she understand that a “slave” is not who I am! Why doesn’t she understand that sometimes I am not in the mood and don’t want to “serve” her! Why doesn’t she understand that this collar is heavy and can get a little itchy after it’s been on for hours and I don’t like these cuffs, they’re too tight! Why doesn’t she understand that it’s a little cold in here when I’m naked or when cold steel chain touches me! Why doesn’t she understand that being spanked is humiliating and childish! Why doesn’t she understand that SHE should be the one on her back with her legs in the air, getting reamed! Why doesn’t she understand……
“Cum for me slave!” 
Oh!


1/24/2014 7:00:38 PM

It's great that you want to serve me, and I appreciate the sentiment, but...you tell me very little about yourself.  How am I supposed to know what is 'special' about you, why you deserve my attention, why I should add you to my life, if you can't have a conversation about what sets you apart, what you can offer me that no one else can?  If *you* don't know, then *I* certainly don't either.

 

<sigh> It's just part of my frustration with this process anymore.  Everybody and his brother is on the submission train, apparently thinking that just by saying that want me/someone to "do" them, something magical is going to happen.  Well...it's not.  There are pros for that stuff.  Pay your dime and you get your ride, exactly the way you want it.

 

Lord...I just read what I've written and realized that all I seem to do lately is rant.  That says something I think.  Says I'm doing this wrong.  Maybe a change in perspective is needed? 

 

 


12/29/2013 3:40:31 PM

Here's to the end of 2013, which was a miserable year for me, a year of ashes and loss.  I wish for you all you can desire for the coming year.  Peace, hope, love and prosperity to us all!


12/12/2013 6:19:15 PM

You've sent a message to a Dominant Woman here on CollarMe and....OMG!!!!....she's answered back!  Now what do you do? 

Here are some hints:

If you are given an invitation to have contact with a Dominant Woman, be appreciative of the fact that she is taking the time to message/e-mail/speak with you.  We get a lot of contacts and 90% of them go straight into the bin.  If you are one of the 10%, be glad.

If a Dominant Woman offers to instant message with you, don't immediately offer her your phone number.  If she wanted to call you, she'd ask for the number.

NOW is your opportunity to shine.  Don't make her drag information out of you.  One word replies are not your friend here. 

If the DW wants you to share information about yourself, don't assume she is asking for your laundry list of fetishes or desires.  Wonder of wonders, she may actually want to know the person who lives inside your head!

In short...be a person.  Be a person she would want to spend time with.

And no...don't ask me why I'm posting this tonight. 


10/17/2013 5:19:34 PM

Really?  You send me a message that says "I'm interested", but your account no longer exists.  Guess you weren't *that* interested after all!  And the funny thing is, he'll probably have a mad that I never wrote back.


8/24/2013 7:44:23 PM

Confession time:  I....am a geek.  Yeah really, a full fledged geek.  I like science fiction, fantasy,  super hero movies, renaissance faires and more.  There are some who feel that type of thing is stupid, or for children.  If you are one of those, please move right along.


8/15/2013 3:09:09 PM

Here's a request:  If you happen to live more than oh let's say 150 miles from me, spend some time considering just how a relationship might develop between us.  I'm a working stiff just like most people and (oddly enough apparently) I'm not going to quit my job, sell my house and move to your location so we can get to know one another! 

 

Not.Going.To.Happen.

 

I have learned over the years that the only person I can truly depend on is myself, so forgive me please if I'm unwilling to put my financial future in your hands.

 

If you want to come visit me, that's fine.  I will not however travel long distance to meet you unless you pay for it.  Over the years I've spent several thousand dollars (and that's a minimal estimate) doing just that and have never once had that favor returned.  Ever. 

 

So I'm sure that the cynics in the crowd have just decided that "it's all about the money for her".  If you think that, you can surely find the door on your own.  It's about security...my security...knowing that I'm looking out for my financial interests and future in the best way that I can.

 

Think about it.


8/10/2013 6:26:18 AM

This gem arrived today:

"There is a famous saying that if you put a frog into boiling water it will jump out, but if you put a frog into cold water and slowly heat it up it will stay until it boils alive. Don't get me wrong I have nothing against frogs. I'm curious as to whether the same principle applies to humans? so I'm looking for a willing female to restrain me and place my genitals into cold water, then to slowly heat up the water to see how hot you can make the water before I scream you to stop. Will the water heat up to boiling point? Or will I scream and cry before then? A bit if an odd request perhaps, but if you are the kind of woman that might find that enjoyable let me know"

 

Oh for fuck's sake...there is NOTHING in my profile to indicate that I might enjoy such an activity, literally nothing.  I get so fecking annoyed at men who just send messages to any female who happens to be breathing. 

 

Have some fucking dignity.


8/1/2013 3:09:18 PM

Ugh...more weird dreams lately!  What's up with that?  I can't figure out where this was coming from.  The last was intense enough that I am thinking about it still, two days later! 


8/1/2013 3:07:47 PM

I've been thinking today....thinking of the way a boy's face looks as I wield my strap or flogger, thinking of that intensity, knowing that his desire is to please me, to be perfect for me. 
I've been thinking of that lovely stain of pink, then red, that blossoms on skin and of the heat under my hands and my paddle.
I've been thinking of the way the cane can leave a raised welt on skin and how it feels to know that he wants this, wants to be sore for a few days so that he can more clearly mark this experience.
Thinking of the hiss of indrawn breath as nipple clamps are applied and then of the exclamation of pain when they are removed, followed by a sigh of pleasure when the nipples are soothed and how his face changes when he realizes that I am going to do it again.


7/25/2013 7:33:04 PM

Away on a short holiday for the next four days, so no, I'm not ignoring you.  LOL  Catch you later!


7/21/2013 3:59:25 PM

We talk a lot in this lifestyle about pain and punishment, whips and bondage, Domination and submission, sometimes forgetting about those moments of aching tenderness that can be so sweet.  That moment when the boy hanging in chains responds hungrily to a kiss, or arches under a touch, wanting more and willing to give everything. Those moments when eyes connect and there is understanding and absolute clarity; moments when there is no tomorrow, only the ‘now’.  Moments you remember forever.


7/17/2013 7:32:07 PM

OK, so I have had a miserable last couple of days.  Why, you ask?  Well...I'm not really sure, but I'm starting to work it out.  I've been having really bad dreams, dreams about people being executed, dreams about a terrible scene in a BDSM dungeon, and I know enough about myself to know that I get these kind of dreams when I am angry.

 

So why the anger. 

 

Because, at age almost 56, I am feeling undervalued for 'who' I am at this time in my life.  Oh, I am appreciated for 'what' I can do...I'm a hell of a Domme (so I've heard) but that's different that being appreciated and valued for the person that you are. 

 

Is some of this internal?  On yes, definitely.  Over the last couple of really shitty years I've gained 20 pounds and 'feel' older.  I look in the mirror and wonder who this old broad is that has replaced the young woman I used to see.  And...it pisses me off.  But, some of it is external as well.  I've run into a string of wanna be subs who turned out to be real dickheads and I allowed those encounters to make me feel "less" somehow. 

 

So why am I sharing this with the world?  Maybe because I can, maybe because it helps to get it out there in black letters on a screen, maybe because I am exorcising personal demons...who knows. 


7/12/2013 6:19:53 PM

Would it surprise you to know that I have a burning desire to live overseas for a while?  I know..odd, right?  I think I am at a point in my life where I crave the challenge of something new, want the stimulation and maybe the "romance" of it.

 

Now, just have to figure out how to make it happen. 


7/5/2013 8:51:27 PM

Come here boy and drop your pants.

Why?  Because I am telling you to!

Ah, I see that you are still wearing the cock strap I put you in this morning.  It’s lovely.

Over my lap now, I want to spank you.

No, you’ve done nothing wrong, I just want to spank you. 

I want to feel my hand heat up along with your skin, feel your lovely cock get all hard and heavy against my leg. 

I’m going to spank you and then we’re going out for dinner, so I can watch you squirm on your sore bottom.

After, I think I’ll bring you home and make love to you.


6/27/2013 7:50:12 PM

OK...I'm back.

 

Was driving to work today and struck by a random thought regarding chastity and the different forms it can take.  I got a mental image of a boy made to sleep in chains, his neck circled by a collar with chains extending to the wrists.  Chains are not long enough for him to be able to reach his cock.  Every morning he gets the predictable morning wood but... is absolutely unable to anything about it.  Once that subsides, he can be placed into his regular chastity device.  It's almost a tease and deny scenario...so close but yet so far away.  Ever think of what it would be like to have your sexuality controlled by another? 

 

Then later today, I had the strongest urge to string someone up by the wrists and whip him.

 

 


3/1/2013 2:15:09 PM

Today on , I read something amazing...something so amazing I had to share it here.  No, I didn't write it, that glory goes to someone called QPDoll from North Carolina, but OMG this is true.

 

Apparently, she received an angry ranty post about why all women on (you know, the submissive ones, since all women are subs) should worship his cock since he is nice and has great eyes, and yet the mean ol bitches wouldn't talk to him!! Oh, and men are all the victims of feminism. And he's like a zen master or some shit. That came out in comments.

INORITE, I was feeling his pain too. And wishing I could inflict some more. So here are some tips for all the pussy-less dudes out there. Grab some poppity corn and enjoy.

Myth: I am in an open relationship so that's why the wimminz won't talk to me

Fact: Being in an open relationship does not mean you will not attract women. Look at all the poly couples/triads/quadrangles/etc and cheaters out there. This is a logic fail. At least this one is understandable. If you want to coast through life thinking that it's not YOU that is scaring all the pussy from your lure then you don't have to do any honest inventories of what you need to fix about yourself. See easy peasey. You are perfect and therefore don't need to change a thing. It's that damn wife/girlfriend/sub/whatever that is the problem. Hey maybe you aren't using Axe body spray. Maybe THAT is the problem. Or.... you just might be a douchebag. Nahh, just go buy some Axe.

Myth: You are a beautiful, precious flower. I will hold you and pet you and treat you like my favorite flavor of sherbert... Until you reject me, then you are a dirty whore with a tuna scented crotch!

Fact: This NEVER works. Seriously. This is childish ass showing at it's finest. Many women watch from the sidelines. They watch as you interact with other men and other women. And let me tell you, honey, there is nothing that makes a pussy dry up like hearing you lambast and shame a woman because she had the audacity to not want your glory pole. So if your cock looks at you with derision when you bring it out for yet another lonely wank session to margarine covered midgets (no disrespect to any margarine covered midgets intended), ask yourself this: If someone behaved the way you behave (in public AND in the privacy of your own head), would YOU fuck them? If the real answer is no... well.. then you just might be a douchebag.

Myth: I am a nice guy/have nice eyes/have great cock therefore am totally fuckable

Fact: Having nice attributes is great. Charlie Manson played a mean guitar. Truefax. He even sang a little. Does that mean I should go fuck him? Hitler was a vegetarian painter. Sexy, I know. If only he hadn't died on fire in a ditch.... Le Sigh ... Anyway, my point here is simple. Everyone has nice attributes. Use those as bait. But once you have the target close enough to engage don't blow it by opening up your mouth and being a douchebag.

Myth: You wont suck my dick, therefore you must not actually be submissive

Fact: Being submissive means... wait, you didn't actually think I was going to finish that, did you? You must be new around here. Being submissive is lots and lots of things. A different thing to every single person. It's a deep, entrancing discussion that many people WAY smarter than you or I have debated and discoursed upon forever, and will continue on until we all die in the zombie apocalypse. Then we will all be arguing about what being a TWUE zombie means. What if you don't like brains? What if you refuse to shuffle slowly? What if you can't ever get your groaning right... THESE are the REAL ISSUES, PEOPLE!!! Ok ok ok... let me catch my breath... The point here is that BDSM is serious shit to a lot of people. If you are here because you figured that stapling a badge that says “dom” to your forehead would get your dick wet more often, then fair nuff. (I have a nice big staplegun if you need a hand. I'm a bro like that.) But understand that you are going to be seen as a disrespectful cunt by a lot of people, and those people will not fuck you. And the ones who will fall for this “you are a sub, therefore you must lick my nethers/not say no/have no limits” approach are likely to be people who are as silly, scary, and childish as yourself. So pack up your butthurtz into your rape van and get good with playing in the kiddie pool. Or grow the fuck up, learn some respect, and attract women of SUBstance. (see what I did there? HAR HAR) Oh, and you might be a douchebag. (I have this whole thing going, can't fuck it up now)

Myth: You are all mean uptight bitches who just need to GTFO your "rape issues"... wait, why don't you trust me?

Fact: You can rage, rage against the dying of the blowjobs all you like. All that is going to do is make you look like an untrustworthy jackass. A jackass who isn't likely to then get blowjobs. If you are pushing people's “red light” buttons then maybe you need to rewho doesn't cover up Eau de Consent Violation with a healthy dose of Axe)

Myth: If I pretend to be a nice guy at you, you should for real let me fuck you

Fact: This is the “nice guy” fallacy. Nice guys DO finish last... generally because instead of focusing on some “race” they are “competing” in against their “competitors” they are actually being NICE to WOMEN and generally don't even notice you are there trying to compete with them. I should know. I am dating one. And you know what? HE GETS ALL THE BLOWJOBS HE WANTS! How, you ask? Well it was the Axe body spray that lured me in... But totally after that wore off I stuck around because he treated me with respect. He treated me like a person. Not like a woman or a dom or a sub or She-ra, Mighty Wielder of the Vagina. A person. So... that's something worth checking out sometime. After the Axe, of course. And.. douchebag! (again, I can't screw up my rhythm!)

Myth: I NEED TEH BLOWJOBS, therefore YOU SHOULD ADMINISTER THEM!

Fact: Your need for blowjobs/sexxors/attention/footrubs/massive head trauma has nothing to do with me. Not one itty bitty little thing. Do you understand? Sex is not a commodity. It's not like that KitKat that you just NEED at 2pm when the day is dragging and your eyes are rolling back in your head. I am not a vending machine. You cannot put “nice guy” tokens (or passive aggressive guilt tripping) into me and push a button for the sexxins to fall out. You cannot play some game right and earn my pussy. NO! Just... no. As an interesting little logic sidenote, would you REALLY want to fuck some chick whose idea of partner selection was “he/she/it/they wanted to”. I mean.. think about that for a minute. To sum up: If you think your need = my responsibility, you probably ARE a douchebag.

PS - There is life after douchebaggery. You can get better at this! You can learn how to interact with humans in a more functional way. Step one is accepting that you are a douchebag. Your life is spiraling out of control because of douchebaggery and you are powerless against it. So stand, everyone, lets hold hands and do this together.

HELLO. I AM (your name here) AND I AM A DOUCHEBAG.

Now take a deep healing breath. Don't you feel better already?

 

Truthfully, I am laughing my fucking ass off here.


2/18/2013 9:11:18 AM

Have you ever had the experience of waiting for something to change and then, when it does, you aren't sure what to do?  Such is the predicament I find myself in at the moment.  Part of me wants to leap into action, while another tiny sane part of my brain counsels patience.  I suppose I DO need to find out what the new "normal" is going to be before I starting leaping, right?


12/4/2012 2:19:07 PM

People can be really amazing.  A few months ago, I invited a potential submissive to my home for a 'look see' and a visit that lasted a couple of days.  When he left, I had the definite feeling he hadn't been too impressed and that I wasn't what he was looking for.

 

Behold!  A few week or so ago, I get a message wondering if I wanted to see him again.  My reply:   The up front and honest response to your request is that I've moved on. After I didn't hear from you following your visit, I assumed that I wasn't what you were looking for. I'm not one to push in where I don't feel valued.

 

And...was promptly told to "go to hell".  Nice.  Classy. 

 

There are times I love the people in this lifestyle and other times I don't.  Guess what today is?


8/18/2012 7:57:57 PM

Dear CME,

 

In the past couple of days, I've been deemed "fake", "stupid", "a liar", "obviously inexperienced" and several other pejoratives I've decided not to even mention...and all of this from other members of the kink community. 

 

Guess what?  I'm none of the above.  I DO choose to conduct my business in a manner different from many, but it is after all MY business! 

 

It's all given me a very bad taste in my mouth and has made me sad.  I'll be keeping my affairs more private from now on.


7/6/2012 5:53:54 PM

I'm not sure what it says about the state of things, but I just removed 42, yes that's FORTY TWO, contacts from my e-mail list.  These are submissives that I had contact with, nascent relationships that went nowhere.  Is it a wonder that I'm a bit burned out on the process?  Still trying to enjoy it, but wow...that just brings home how hard it is to find that "one".  Maybe I'm going about it the wrong way.  Perhaps I should just give my phone number to anyone who asks, meet everyone who says "we should meet" and see what happens.  

 

Nah....

 

I'm gonna opt for quality over quantity any day.

 

Hope shall spring Eternal.


5/24/2012 5:41:51 PM

This little gem arrived in my mail box a few days ago:  imajgine  slave  tyed spread eagle   to Bed   gaged  an pluged Ma;am cliping clothe;spin all over slave;s body    then getting the candle an makking slave beg for mercy

 

Ummm....yeah...about that... 

 

Perhaps something like this might have produced the desired result:

 

Madam,

I have spent the last several days reading not only your profile but some of your journal writing and must say that I'm intrigued by your scenarios.  I've long thought that a female led domestic discipline relationship would fit my particular mindset very well and, if you are not currently involved elsewhere, I would love the opportunity to speak with you.

 

sigh.....

 

I know that somewhere out there is a man who is secretly a boy who wishes he could be kept safe by a strong woman...a boy who fears being punished but knows he needs and deserves it....a boy who knows that standing in the corner with his trousers down is only the beginning.

 


5/19/2012 4:31:31 AM

OK, personal rant here, so forgive me ahead of time.

 

What is it with you guys and the "licking"?  It seems that every communication I get emphasis how 'good' the submissive is at licking and, may I just say...EWWWWW!  The thought of being "licked" like by a dog just makes my stomach flip.

 

The same with "I could go down on you for hours".  Really?  The idea of someone licking (again with the licking) my private parts for hours is awful, not to mention the reality of what would happen to tender skin after an interlude like that!

 

So STOP with the licking already! 

 

And, on the subject of the "training" you had with famous Mistress So and So, all that means to me is that you were taught to someone else's taste, not mine! 

 

Stop trying to impress me with your "skills" and try to impress me as a PERSON!  We'll all be better for that.

 

Rant endeth.


4/17/2012 6:13:48 PM

Have I found "that" guy?  Well....maybe!


2/2/2012 5:53:01 PM

There are days when I so want to spank you.  Ok yes, ‘most days’ but today in particular.  You walked through the door this evening looking utterly amazing in your slim gray suit, your white shirt as crisp as it was when you put in on this morning, that impeccable gorgeous tie still perfectly tied.  You are so cool and collected my love, and I know the people in your office see you as utterly in control, but they don’t see you the way I do.  They don’t see you all hot and bothered, your hair a mess, straining against leather cuffs, offering your backside up to me for another stroke or when you are begging me to cum.

But, I get ahead of myself, for here you stand now, your eyes taking me in, obviously wondering what ‘s on my mind.  In a way I guess I’ve almost dressed to match you in my slim dark gray pencil skirt with the tailored white blouse whose sleeves are rolled up just so.  My stockings are dark as well and end in gorgeous black stiletto heels.  You know, the ones with the red soles?  I’ve put my hair up and must look a bit severe, but it fits the way I feel tonight.

You drop your briefcase and coat in the foyer and start to speak, but my upraised hand stops you and I point to the doorway on your left, the one that goes into the library.  You enter and can see what things have been rearranged a bit, leaving one chair in the center of the floor with one of the track lights focused on it, creating a sort of spotlight effect.  The chair is small and also low, like a child’s chair and as I direct you to sit, you feel slightly ridiculous, your knees sticking up a bit and nowhere to put your hands.

You are beautiful like this, slightly off balance, unsure what will happen next. 

I pull another chair up across from you, about six feet away and sit, legs crossed primly at the ankle and simply regard you for a minute or so.  You are beautiful my love, in ways you don’t even know, and it makes me glad to see you.  I wonder if you know how much I want you, know how much I want the feel of your skin under my hands, want to feel the male firmness of you, the strength.    It is time.

“Do you know why we are here?” I ask.

“I think so” you say.  “It’s time to balance the books this week, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes it is.”

You are silent for a short time, thinking and then start to speak, confessing to me a short list of mis-deeds, of things forgotten, of minutes late.  Most of these I was already aware of, but a few are new and it excites me that you would voluntarily tell me, even knowing that they must be paid for.  When you finish, I add one or two things from my own list and you nod in acceptance. 

I ask, “Is there anything more?”  and your reply is “No, Mistress.” 

“Then you know what must happen next.  Stand up, remove your jacket.”

You rise from the ridiculous small chair and remove your suit jacket, folding it meticulously and placing it to the side.  “Give me your tie” I say, and I note a small hesitation as you remove the expensive silk and place it in my hands and I know that you are wishing you had worn one you didn’t like so well! 

“Now the shirt.”

You unbutton slowly and carefully, first the cuffs and then starting from the collar down.  I know that you are taking your time and I lean back to enjoy it , loving that you want to tease me a bit.  You even strike a bit of a pose as you finish and I feel a stab of desire, wanting to run my hands over the smooth planes of your chest, your strong shoulders, your back.  I push that desire away just a little because we have other business to take care of first.

I point to indicate your belt and the leather hisses as you pull it through the belt loops.  This belt is a lovely thing, about an inch wide, fine stiff leather and I hold out my hand for it before you can place it with your jacket and shirt.  I can see you eyes widen just a bit, wondering if I might find some other use for that belt before we are done this evening.

Shoes and socks are next and finally you stand before me in that little pool of light, shirtless with only your trousers left.  Your breathing has quickened just a bit and I can also see that you are attempting to conceal the bulge in your crotch a bit.  I still think that after all this time you are a little embarrassed that this turns you on, but you also know that I admire you for it, admire that you can own this and admit this is what you need. 

“I’m going to spank you darling boy.  I’m going to spank you as punishment for your little mistakes this week, but I am also going to spank you because I want to, because I’ll enjoy doing it.  Come here now and hold out your hands.” 

You do this and wince just a little when $150 of expensive Italian silk is looped around your wrists and tied securely.  I lean forward for pop the button of your trousers then fumble with the ridiculously complicated way you men fasten your pants.  Another button, a hook and then finally, the zipper.   I draw the zipper down slowly and then pull your trousers down off your hips and burst into a smile.  You are still wearing the ruffled rumba panties I put you in this morning!  I had almost forgotten!   Of course the bulge in the front of the panties is all male and merits a brief caress before I turn you slightly and direct you over my knees.

I love to feel your weight over my knees, to feel how solid you are against me.  You are tall enough that your feet and hands touch the floor so I don’t have to worry about balancing you and can concentrate on the weight of you and the feel of your body.  The naked skin of your back draws my hand and I can’t help but stroke you lightly with one hand as the other goes to rest on your nylon covered bottom.  Finally my left arm snakes around your waist, holding you securely and my right hand delivers the first solid smack to your ass.

I love how vocal you can be sometimes, each smack followed by a little groan or exhalation, and I continue my steady rhythm over your ruffled covered bum for a while, until the palm of my hand gets hot , punctuating the blows with verbal admonishments; “You will not be late or you will call if you must be late!  You will remember to put hot water on for tea in the morning!” finally covering all the minor transgressions that you have confessed to me this evening.

I pause finally and ask, “Will you attempt to do better?” 

“Yes, Mistress, yes!  I’m sorry and I will honestly try to do better.” 

This makes me smile because I already know that you are incredible and think of me in ways that I don’t even realize.

“Such a good boy!  Thank you for telling me these things.  It means a lot that you are honest with me about your mistakes.   Your punishment is over.”

I can feel you start to rise, but one hand firmly holds you in place while the other pushes your head back down.  “Yes, your punishment is over, but now this is for me, because I want it.”

You relax back into position over my lap and, using both hands, I slowly take down the lovely ruffled panties, exposing your naked ass.  “There are times’, I explain, ‘that I just want to spank you.  This is one of those times.”

My god your butt is gorgeous, round and firm, the skin smooth and so soft, tinged with pink and arm from your earlier spanking!  I want to savor this to feel your skin, to run my hands over you down to your thighs, between your legs, up your back.  I can feel you respond to the touch, your cock getting harder against my leg, your back arching up a little to get more touch. 

‘CRACK!’  The first blow of my palm on your naked skin makes you gasp.  My left arm circles your waist firmly and then the real spanking begins.  This is pure and simple; my palm to your ass, over and over.  You actually struggle just a little and my left foot slides over just a bit and steps on the end of the tie that binds your hands, pinning them close to the floor.  I tell you that kicking your feet like that will only result in harder spanks, so you finally submit and I can feel the tension leave you as you decide to accept what comes. 

This lasts forever in your mind, I know.  Your world narrows to two things, the pain in your ass and my hand smacking against it.  You can hear me talking I think, but I know that very little of what I say registers now.  At last, when my hand is hot and starting to feel swollen, I stop.  You lay there quietly  for a bit, and I imagine that you are coming back to the world.  I feel you shift and help you up, taking the silly panties off you, then placing you on your knees in front of me.  You hold your bound hands out and I take the crumpled silk from your wrists, wondering if our dry cleaner ever wonders what happens to these ties!

I draw you in and kiss you, a long deep kiss that I hope expresses my very deep affection for you.  Your hair is mussed, your eyes dark and a little unfocused still. 

“One more thing to do my love” I say as I rise and pull my skirt up a bit, exposing my stockings and black garter belt, along with my surprising lack of underwear.  I sit back down, my legs spread wide and pull you in to perform for me, my hands strong on the back of your head as I guide you down.    Your tongue pierces and caresses my softness and for the next little bit my world is focused there while yours is the taste of your Queen on your tongue and the hot throbbing of your backside.   Your talented mouth means I don’t last long and I finally cum, feeling  such a lovely sense of completion, totally happy.

I kiss my taste from your mouth and say, “Get dressed my darling.  We have a dinner date in 45 minutes and we’ll be late if you don’t hurry! “  You look at me like  I’ve lost my mind (and maybe I just did) but you rise to gather your clothes.  My hand closes over your aching erection and I pump it a few times, drawing you close to whisper, “Don’t think that I am done with you tonight boy.”

Oh yes, there are days when I so want to spank you!


12/6/2011 1:55:40 PM

Now I don't know how much stock you put in zodiac signs or things like that but sometimes they hit the nail right on the head.

I am a Libra. I have issues, or let us say 'reluctance' in making choices at times. Not all the time, and not about the big things, just some of the time, usually about stuff that doesn't really matter. So...when you ask what I'd like to do today or where I want to have dinner and I say, "I don't care" what you need to know is that I'm not saying this to be accomodating or 'submissive'. I am saying this because a) I really don't care or b) I don't want to be bothered to make the decision!

How can you serve me? Make some choices, present them to me as suggestions. Seriously, if I don't WANT to have Mexican food for dinner tonight, we aren't having Mexican!

Does this make me a weird sort of Domme?  Well...maybe.  Get over it.


11/2/2011 4:18:53 PM

Why doesn’t she understand?

Why doesn’t she understand that a “slave” is not who I am!

 Why doesn’t she understand that sometimes I am not in the mood and don’t want to “serve” her!

Why doesn’t she understand that this collar is heavy and can get a little itchy after it’s been on for hours and I don’t like these cuffs, they’re too tight!

Why doesn’t she understand that it’s a little cold in here when I’m naked or when cold steel chain touches me!

Why doesn’t she understand that being spanked is humiliating and childish!

Why doesn’t she understand that SHE should be the one on her back with her legs in the air, getting reamed!

Why doesn’t she understand……

“Cum for me slave!”

Oh!


10/13/2011 2:19:54 PM
I look at him sleeping there and think about the long road we have taken to come to this point.  I’ve told him that I care for him deeply and yet sometimes I know that he is still waiting for rejection and disappointment.  He doesn’t yet realize that he is Mine and that I will never let him go, but he will soon.  His trust grows every day and we get closer, even if he sometimes doesn’t realize it.  He thinks I monitor his communications and web posts because that’s my ‘job’ as his Dominant.  I wonder if he knows that I do it because they tell me things about him, like when he is feeling insecure, what he wants but won’t say, what he wishes but fears to dream.
 
He is so intelligent, this one.  I often share my problems and ask his advice, knowing that he will delight in helping me and I know that I will always receive good advice.  Yes, it is sometimes delivered with a snark of impertinence, but a bit of flavour isn’t a bad thing sometimes! 
 
We go out often as I know that he enjoys it so much.  I love his company, but also love watching him work his particular charm on the unsuspecting!  I know that he watches me, waiting for some small signal that tells him I shall have him on his knees when we get home.  He also watches for my disapproval, I know that too, still not quite believing that this is ‘real’ and true. 
 
Oh my sweet boy, he reveals some of his inner self and then retreats, hiding that inner core of need and tenderness once more. Once his caution confused me, but I understand now.  Patience is the key to him, patience coupled with genuine affection and the control he so craves.
 
Sleep now boy, we have all the time in the world.

9/28/2011 7:08:15 PM

He hangs there, secured so tightly at wrists and ankles, the padding of the bench pressing into his stomach, but seemingly unaware of any of that.  During the previous hour, he has been spanked, flogged and finally caned, leaving his back, ass and upper thighs red and hot, with welts and bruising already beginning to show.  Yet, in spite of this, he is quiet and very still, his very posture one of acceptance, as if knowing that this is finally his place.

During the week preceding, he has been argumentative, almost confrontational, and I know that he was testing me, know that he needed confirmation that I can and will take care of his needs and will let him fear me just a little.  Oddly enough, I think the fact that I care enough about our relationship to lead him to this point really means something.  Despite the fact that he has suffered a good deal of pain, passing through the pain to anger and a struggle to get free, he knows that it has been done by a loving hand, someone who can take him through hell and then hold him safe and secure.

I sit quietly, watching him, waiting for a sign that he is ready to rejoin the world, to come out of the haze of endorphins, the catharsis of emotion, and come into my arms.


8/27/2011 8:20:11 PM

This is funny:

 

3 year old boy sitting on the sofa. Me: What are you doing? Him: Playing with my penis! Me: Well, stop! Him: I don't want to, I like playing with my penis. I love my penis. Me: Then do it in your room! Him: Gets up and hauls ass as fast as he can to his room and yells, "Fix me a sandwich, please". Men..such simple creatures, even at 3!

 

 

Aaaaaaand.....that's why we have to spank them and put them in chastity later!


7/4/2011 4:15:29 PM

He comes once per month (and yes, I mean that literally), although sometimes he gets to cum too! Now don’t get me wrong, my slave is a lovely man; gorgeous, obedient, loving, everything one could wish for except….he can’t take the heavy pain, the hard punishments; it’s just not his nature and beyond the limits we’ve been able to develop for him. I get these urges, just every now and then, to really administer some heavy duty punishment, to leave marks, to make a man cry. So…he comes once per month.

 

The Slut arrives at my door and looks nervously at the clock in the entryway as he enters the house, knowing that he will receive one extra stroke for each minute he is late. He’s lucky today; right on time. His eyes are downcast, but I kiss him briefly on the cheek just to thank him for coming and then send him off to the bathroom to do whatever business he may require and to get ready.

 

While the slut is getting ready, I take my slave to the playroom. He is already naked, in collar and cuffs, so little preparation to do here. As always, he will receive one stroke or one strike of the paddle, just to remind him of the punishment that the slut is about to endure on his behalf. I bend him over the spanking horse and he quivers, anticipating the pain, knowing that he won’t like this, but willing to bear this little pain because I ask it of him. Today it’s the cane and he shivers as he sees it. This is his most feared pain, the one that hurts the most in his mind. I make it quick, the cane whistling down to meet his quaking cheeks with a sharp crack. He jumps and yells, his hands automatically going back to cover the offended area, rubbing to soothe the stripe of fire I’ve left there. I turn and see the slut standing in the doorway, watching, his pupils dilated and huge, his gaze fixed on the bright red stripe that crosses my slave’s lovely arse. I leave him standing there, as I pulled my slave up from the spanking horse and take him to the St. Andrews cross, fastening him there, wrists and ankles, facing the room so that he can watch the punishment that Slut is about to bear on his behalf. His cock is stiff and standing out from his body. He is so lovely.

 

I beckon to Slut in the doorway. He is naked now and drops to his hands and knees, crawling to me, head down. He has seen the cane and, although he fears it, he needs this, wants it, craves it I think. I order him to his feet and fasten him quickly to the spanking horse; legs straight and stretched out in a lovely line, his torso bent over the rounded body of the horse, hands resting on a small bench on the other side. We’ve agree that he will receive 20 strokes tonight, but what he doesn’t know is that I want to leave marks. I want him to have bruises that will last for a while, remind him of this session every time he sits down. I ask him if he needs a gag tonight. Sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn’t, but tonight he says yes, and I put a small penis shaped gag in his mouth, strapping his firmly behind his neck. I like the penis gag in particular because I think that small phallus in his mouth reminds him that he is taking this punishment for my slave. He is given a small ball to hold in his left hand. If the pain becomes too much, he may drop the ball and I will give him some time to recover before I finish his allotted punishment. He always gets the full complement of strokes….always.

 

I know Slut is expecting the cane, but I want to warm him up, bring that lovely blood to the surface to make sure my marks remain. I pick up a broad, thin paddle and started to work on him, the solid smacks regular, covering his butt cheeks until the glow, first pink and then a dull red. Slut’s eyes are closed and he relaxes into this pain. When I stop, I can feel the warmth radiating off him. This is perfect. I look at my slave and his eyes are huge. I cross to him briefly, kissing him deeply and whispering in his ear, reminding him of why Slut is here. I caress his cock, toying a little with his erection, teasing him that Slut may get to cum tonight, but ‘he’ may not! When

 

I go back to Slut, I can see that the endorphins have started to kick in a bit, he is hovering on the edge of that space between mind and no mind. The first stroke of the cane on his heated ass brings him swiftly back to reality. His body spasms pain, legs rigid, arms straining against the cuffs. He whines a bit around the gag. The stripe I leave is lovely…dark red, already bruising with the blood so close to the surface now. I order my slave to count the strokes as I begin to work; first laying out a pattern of even stripes across that lovely arse, then criss crossing them, developing a pattern that suits my eye tonight. Slave jerks and struggles at first, but finally relaxes and slips into a peaceful headspace, accepting the pain and riding it. There are tears streaming, but he never drops the ball. He takes the full 20 strokes. Not a particularly hard punishment for this one, but enough for me tonight. There is one small trail of blood when I am finished. I leave Slut in his mental space for a few minutes, then get the first aid kit and attend to the small wound, swiftly but gently, letting him float for a bit longer.

 

I’m excited now, watching the bruises swell and darken, enjoying the results of my work. Slave is still watching, his erection so hard it pulses a bit with each heart beat. I think he’s a kind of mental pain slut. Imagining what is happening to Slut is almost as good as receiving a punishment himself! I know that slave’s arms are getting tired from being on the cross, but he’s going to have to bear that a bit longer. Slut has pleased me well tonight and so will get a reward. When I judge that Slut is recovered enough to function, I release him from the spanking horse. He immediately goes to his knees and waits. I walk a few steps away to the lovely wide arm chair I have for just this purpose and sit, my legs spread over the arms of the chair, pulling back my skirt to reveal the thigh high leather boots and my bare, dripping cunt. Slut is ordered to come close and crawls stiffly to me. I can tell that his ass hurts and good bit. He is given permission to pleasure me with his tongue and the long thick dildo I provide him. As he does this, I look over at my slave, whose eyes are half lidded now with lust, his cock twitching as he watches the Slut tongue and dildo fuck me to a hard orgasm. Oh, that is so very nice! When I can stand, I push Slut back onto the floor, ordering him onto his back, tossing him a small pillow from the chair for his head. I know that the cool floor probably feels good on his ass, but I also know that he is still very much feeling the pain. I release slave from the cross, drawing him over to the chair, where he kneels. I tell Slut that he has pleased me very much this evening and that I desire that he cum for me. (See? I told you there was cum in this story!)

 

Slut begins to stroke himself which I put slave between my legs, to lick up the moisture left from my orgasm and just perhaps to bring me off again. Slave has started to pant and I can see his balls start to tighten and draw up a little. I pull slave up so that he can suck my nipples as we both watch Slut abandon himself to this orgasm. His legs get stiff and he arches, shooting cum in a hard long stream that seems to go on and on, moaning. He is so lovely.

 

Slave goes to get a warm wet cloth to clean up and does this while Slut relaxes there on the floor. I finally arouse enough to get up, helping Slut to sit up. Slave and I help him stand and take him down the hallway to our spare bedroom, putting him between cool sheets. I kiss Slut deeply to thank him for his service. I can see that his eyelids are drooping already and know that he will asleep in minutes.

 

I turn out the light and lead slave down the hallway to our room, ready to reap the reward of tonight’s punishment and to use slave for the purpose for which he was made.


7/2/2011 8:37:45 PM

There is such pleasure in the unexpected gem, in finding someone who "fits" so well, someone you never expected.


6/18/2011 8:43:20 PM

I’ve been thinking today about sexuality after 50 and how things have changed for me personally in the last 20 years or so. I know our kids and grandkids certainly can’t imagine or at least don’t like to think that we “oldsters” are even interested, but it’s been my experience that nothing can be further from the truth!

Is sex exactly the same as it was 20 years ago? Well…no. But that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s not as good. I find that it’s easier to relax about it now. Even though my body confidence is less, I do know the body I have well and have figured out how to let my submissive/slave know what I find pleasurable. I don’t have as much trouble getting what I want these days. I have few sexual inhibitions now and have learned that if it feels good, it’s OK. If it hurts a little, that’s good too! And…sex is more fulfilling now because the hormones aren’t in charge as much. I have sex because I want to share myself with someone who cares for me.

I’m more tolerant and open now, more willing to try new things because I’m not so worried about “looking stupid” or about my partner thinking something might be weird. My sense of control is firmer and my experience lets me take my submissive to the edge of his abilities, knowing when “enough is enough”.

What about you? Do you ever worry that we might be getting “too old for this stuff”? Do you worry about looking ridiculous in that leather corset? Or…can you imagine a lifestyle that allows for all things, that recognizes that sex begins in the mind and that true Domination and submission can be a loving choice that endures…?


6/13/2011 8:00:29 PM

Thought I'd peek back in and share the stupid tonight: 

 

Guys profile says:

I'm gonna make this easy. I only want to be paddled. I have the paddle and I'm good to go. I dont want anything extra, I just want to bend over and get paddled with the wooden school paddle I have here BY A WHITE WOMAN IN OHIO, KENTUCKY OR WEST VIRGINIA. If you are willing to do that WITH NO ADDITIONAL STRINGS, NO PSYCHO-ANALYZING THE VIDEO BELOW OR BORING THE FUCK OUTTA ME WITH A BUNCH OF PSYCHOBABBLE BULLSHIT I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT IN YOUR REPLIES OR MESSAGES AND NO TRYING TO ADD ON TO IT.

This is exactly what I am looking for, nothing else....and no, thats not me in the video.

 

He messages me:   I am looking for a Mistress

 

I reply:  Well no, according to your profile, you are looking for a spanker. Big difference!

 

He then says:  did you ever think that just maybe i changed my mind about that and had not had the time to change it yet??? Dont contradict people like you know them when you dont

 

 

 

Well……OK then!   Aren’t we just the flounce kitten?    I’ll just add you to my friends list (per your request) and get ready to accommodate your EVERY DESIRE!


5/31/2011 8:13:12 PM

Folks, I am taking a break for a while.  This round has left me a bit bruised and I think I need to step away and give some consideration to myself for a while.  No worries, I'll be back eventually but for now I am neither looking nor playing.  See ya in a few...

 


5/24/2011 8:30:28 PM

Stars and stones...it seems that all I do lately is bitch!

You know….I don’t like being used for entertainment. There I am, just cruising along in a conversation (I thought) when I suddenly realized  that I was the only one doing the heavy lifting; providing topics, greater that five word responses, asking questions; and that the other person was just kind of “reacting” to my “performance”.  Whenever this happens via IM I am pretty sure that they are typing with one hand while the other keeps another part of the anatomy occupied. 

Then, there are the ones who talk, but really don’t say anything at all or “better” yet, the ones who steer each and every conversation back to their fetish du jour!  Sigh….  OK, for the last time, I am not here to entertain you, to grant your fantasies or serve as wank fodder.  It just pisses me off (can you tell?)!

Yes, I’d like to get to know you.  Why?  To determine if we should meet IN PERSON!  That shouldn’t take six months of “conversation” (which is really a code word for wank material apparently).   

I’m an intelligent person who enjoys intelligent two-way conversation.  Surely you wouldn’t take someone out on a date and sit there all evening basically refusing to share any information that reveals your life or personality, preferring instead to discuss what nasty things you want her/him  to do to you when she/he takes you to their room!

~facepalm~ 


5/20/2011 6:30:33 PM

I hate times like this, when my muse seems to have deserted me and I can’t think of a single story I want to tell. Maybe I should just blather, get some words down on paper, hope that inspiration strikes.

 

I’ve had dark fantasies lately, involving perhaps more pain that I am generally comfortable with. I worried about if for a bit, thinking that perhaps I was letting a new relationship affect me, his desires egging me on, pushing me toward a darkness that I usually avoid. I also wondered if the stress in my “real” life was affecting me, perhaps making me want to act out my anger and frustration. I’ve also thought that playing too deeply in the shadow might make it hard to find my way back. Hmmm…time for some serious reflection.

OK…nope.

It’s none of the above. I think my fantasies are getting darker because I am maturing as a Dominant. I KNOW how far I can go, I KNOW how my mind works, I KNOW what I like and I KNOW how to control myself if needed. I am more sure of myself these days, more comfortable with the person that I am, co-existing more easily with the shadow-self. There is no malice in me, no desire to hurt or destroy, only a willingness to explore and try, to nurture(even the shadows) and find satisfaction. It’s a rather awesome place to be!


5/10/2011 4:28:17 PM

I really don’t know what I expected when I came through the door this evening, but I can tell you, whatever it was, it was nothing like what really happened!  On my right, there is a small table where I usually drop my keys and briefcase, but today I noticed a folded sheet of paper, along with some paraphernalia; my usual house collar, ankle and wrist cuffs and a blindfold.  My instructions were to strip, don the collar, cuffs and blindfold, then kneel and announce that I was ready.

I heard footsteps and then I knew She was in the room.  My wrist cuffs were swiftly connected together in front of my body and my wrists then raised until She was able to lock them to the ring on my collar.  She commanded me to stand and Her feet nudged my ankles apart to just past shoulder width, giving her complete access.  Her hands explored every part of my body, unlocking my chastity device and removing it, then playing with my cock and balls, commenting on my body all the while, telling me how much she enjoyed using me, how she enjoyed seeing me so helpless before her, how she enjoyed making me her obedient bitch.    She drew my mouth down to hers, taking it is a fierce kiss, sharply pinching my nipples as she did, causing my knees to get a little weak with excitement.

There was some pressure around my balls, then a snap and I realized that she has bound me in a cock strap, then with a sharp tug and then a constant pressure, she led me by the balls down the hallway into the bedroom.

I’ve learned that there is rarely any pleasure without a bit of pain and I was right this time too.  In the bedroom, She positioned me and then told me to bend forward.  I did so hesitantly since I couldn’t see, my hands were still bound in the cuffs and attached to my collar and I’d have no way to catch myself if I fell, but Her hand on the back of my neck “encouraged” me and I felt a padded surface under my chest soon enough.  A chain was snapped to my collar and then attached at some point near the floor as best I could tell, leaving me bent over from the waist, unable to stand up.  My legs were then positioned to suit Her as well, spread pretty far apart, and then attached somehow so I was essentially spread wide open. 

By this time, my cock was aching with excitement!  It was rare that I got any time out of my chastity device, much less be allowed a huge erection!  Incredibly, I felt a warm mouth on the tip of my cock (which was quite sensitive by now) and I know that I must have jumped a bit!  It was hard to keep still and I heard a snicker.  All the while she was commented on my reactions and was verbally teasing me, telling me what a good boy I was, making a bit of fun I think out of the fact I was so eager.   God, I was so hard I think I could have put my cock through sheetrock at that point!

I could hear her heels click on the floor as she stepped away a few paces and I wondered what was to come (no pun intended there).  When I felt the stiff length of a cane rubbed across my ass, I knew.  Oh god, oh god, oh god….this was going to hurt!   She tapped my ass with the cane a few times and then BAM!  Oh yes, that hurt as much as I remembered….  BAM!   BAM!

A warm tongue trailed up the crack of my ass, adding a confusing pleasure to the pain I felt.  The tongue circled my hole and then dipped in briefly, quickly followed by a lubed finger or two and then the pressure of something fairly good size.  It was large enough to be slightly painful and I know that I protested a bit, but then felt Her other hand on my cock, stroking and stimulating me as the steady pressure kept on.  Damn, it’s so confusing when I get pain and pleasure at the same time!  Finally, whatever it was she was putting in my ass slid past the rings of muscle and it was in, filling me pretty well, bumping against my prostate and distracting me just slightly from the burn of the cane stripes on my butt.  There was an odd sensation and I realized that the device was vibrating slightly now and this increased in intensity, stimulating my prostate and just generally driving me nuts!  At this point, I was beginning to pray that She was going to let me cum.

BAM!  BAM!  Two more strokes of the cane…...and once again I was torn between pleasure and pain, my sensory centers getting mixed up in the way She loves to do it.

The vibrator began to move in my ass, in and out, fucking me with that vibrating tip stroking over my prostate constantly.  I heard sounds coming out of my mouth and realized that I was begging, but her hand stroked my back and she spoke soothingly as the motion continued.  It just got more and more intense and I felt like I might pee myself but that feeling passed in a bit.  My prostate was swollen and sooooo sensitive, and then I felt it; a stream of fluid passing through my rigid dick and I realized that she had milked the jizz out of me without letting me cum!  Oh god!

I rested there, just hanging limply for maybe 30 seconds, her hand still stroking my cock very lightly.  She moved away for a moment and I felt something between my legs and then yelled in shock as my still rigid dick was plunged into a container of icy cold water!  Holy hell!  Yeah, that’ll take care of it all right!   I felt more sensation and realized that she was placing the chastity device back on my now shrunken member, the ring once more encircling my drained nuts.  She released my ankles and then the chain on my collar that had been holding me down, then helped me stand slowly, keeping her hands on me until I had my still blindfolded balance.  There was a snap and then a gentle tug at my neck and I knew that I was leashed.  I was gently drawn across the room a bit, then commanded to kneel.  She released my hands and then ordered me to crawl forward.  Even blindfolded, I recognized the contents of my little cell and collapsed gratefully on my pallet there on the floor. 

I heard her tell me that I could remove the blindfold if I wanted and that I could sleep until dinner was ready, when it would then be time to resume my service to Her.


3/24/2011 4:51:17 PM

I got a note from someone the other day who said, "I never heard from you."  Really?  Well yeah, OK….that IS true and it started me thinking about that.  I get many contacts here , most of them along the line of "I’m feeling submissive tonight" (if I'm lucky) or “I’d like to stick my nose in your ass” (yuck) and then they seem to wonder why I don't write back much more than "Really?"  C,mon guys. if you want to get my attention,  at least say something interesting or maybe something that’s not just gross!

 

I guess I just don't have the time,  energy or interest in being the pursuer these days.  I figure if someone is truly interested in me, not the leather wrapped fantasy granting “goddess” their imagination wants me to be, they will make an effort. 

 

Plus, if you make the effort and I respond positively, don’t wait a week before you write back!  I’ve moved on 5 guys by then.  In short…talk to me like I’m a person (I am…really!), talk to me like I’m someone you’d like to date and don’t expect me to instantly provide wank fodder or order you to strip and get on your knees. 

 

Here endeth my mini-rant.  See?  I’ve made an effort to say something…you do the same.


3/21/2011 4:24:57 PM

You know how you go about your business every day, meeting people, talking, passing the time?  I wonder sometimes what people would say if they knew…if they knew that I own a slave.  Not the kind of slave that might spring into your mind at first; not a person of color like in Civil War days or some skinny half grown child from a Third World county (which is the new modern scourge), but an adult male; to all appearances just a normal guy, a slave none the less. 

Most people would titter and laugh, thinking that I was making some joke that they didn’t quite understand.  Some would merely give me an odd look and hurry away.  Maybe a few would say something idiotic like, “Isn’t that illegal?”  Perhaps one, one out of a hundred (maybe a thousand) would nod gravely and say, “Yes”, but almost no one would ask the question, “Why?”

So, if you’ve gotten your head around the fact that I do own a slave and no, it’s no joke and yes it’s technically illegal I suppose, that brings you to the question of “why”.  Why do I own a slave?  The short answer to that is, because he needs it.  This slave of mine, this man, this “boy” as I term him, needs to be owned, needs to be controlled, needs ……me. 

He has a mystery, a secret inner, unseen need to serve; to pamper, to please, to feel loved and secure through my ownership.  He knows that it sometimes looks like hell; a collar on his throat, wrists cuffed, a small steel cage that keeps his manhood locked away.  Sometimes his skin still bears evidence of the cane or lash; stripy welts or fading bruises.  And “Oh my god!” is that brand on him?  But….he feels free.  He craves my fingers round his collar, pulling him in closer to kiss him, before pushing him down to lick my boots.  It’s nature…his nature.  Deep within, he knows it is right to worship and I become almost divine in his eyes.

I look at him sometimes, kneeling before me, and I see something beautiful.  My boy is handsome, yes, but most people would probably think he was nothing out of the ordinary.  They don’t see what shines from his eyes, they can’t read the subtle language of his body.  He submits himself to serve and becomes beautiful, strong and alive.  He has courage and power but yet he serves.  He gives me the gift of his pain, his worry, his stress, wrapped in a package of trust and desire, knowing that I see this for the treasure that it is. 

He is what he is.  And, he is Mine.


3/16/2011 2:15:27 PM

10 Things I Know For Sure

  1.  I am, at heart, a kind, loving and generous person.  Does that mean I won’t take a strap to your ass?  No.
  2. I like men.
  3. I like strength and intelligence in a submissive.  A great ass and pretty package are nice too.
  4. I have respect for a man who can kneel before me and say “this is who I am”.
  5. I hate long distance, cyber or web-cam relationships.  Those are like watching someone on TV eat my favorite meal.
  6. I occasionally have a hard time asking for exactly what I want.
  7. I am not a leather wrapped, fantasy granting, strap-on wielding wank generator.
  8. I don’t like oral sex as much as everyone thinks I should (apparently).
  9. I abhor time wasters.
  10. Bad spelling and punctuation might get your point across, but probably not the one you were hoping.

Five More Things I Know For Sure

  1. Sex starts in the brain.
  2. I have a hard enough time taking my clothes off with someone my own age, much less someone half my age.
  3. There are days when I want to take off my superhero cape and just “be”.  These days sometimes require hankies and a pair of strong arms.
  4. Some things are better on paper than they are in real life.  Then again, some things aren’t.
  5. New shoes are never a bad idea.

2/21/2011 6:02:55 PM

I was going through some old thumb drives tonight and ran across this story.  I honestly don't remember writing this, so I may not have!  It that odd, not to remember these things?  Anyway, it sounds like mine, but who knows!  Hope you enjoy anyway!

 


She came home in a good mood. A very good mood. While that isn’t entirely unusual, the fact that She came home in a very good mood with a very large shopping bag that She won’t let me snoop in, is. Unusual as it is, it’s also very exciting. Because, let’s face it. She can be really creative.
I’m going to have a very good night.

She has brought dinner too and as I unload it, I watch Her from the corner of my eye, acting completely nonchalant, ignoring the shopping bag. Unless my eyes stray toward it. When they do, completely of their own accord, of course, She arches an eyebrow at me, checks to make sure the bag is still completely closed despite not having been touched since She put it on the floor in the first place.

“Wouldn’t you just rather eat a sandwich?” I ask Her, surveying the rather large spread of food. There is salad, lasagna and She had put a chocolate cheesecake in the fridge.

“It could be a long evening.” She replies, which really doesn’t answer my question at all, but the promise in Her voice, the low, turn-around-and-face-the-wall-so-I-can-fuck-you tone, makes me shiver with lust. I’m about ready to turn around and face the wall.

“Eat,” She instructs me, in a voice that is whipped cream on silk…with chocolate sauce…and a whip. Have I said that I like it kinky?

I begin wolfing down the food, and She watches, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. I’ve eaten a helping of everything, and start to stand. I want what’s in the bag…now!

“Eat a little more” She instructs me again. Less whipped cream on silk this time, more whip. I shiver.

“But I already did, Mistress” I inform Her, wondering if there actually is a whip in that bag, and even a little bit hopeful.

“Eat a little more.”

I do it, of course, because if I’m good, I get rewards. Like playtime or sex. I wolf down another helping of everything. I swallow the last bite and try to contain a burp, looking at Her for approval. She nods once, goes to the fridge, and pulls out the cheesecake, which she cuts into sections, handing me one.

“I don’t think I can…” I start. Her delicately raised eyebrow cuts me off, and I begin eating the cheesecake. It’s good. Rich, and creamy, and soft, and why am I using the same words to describe the taste of cheesecake that I use to describe the taste of Her?

My god I am stuffed.  When I’m finished, I don’t even want sex. Well, okay, yeah, I do. I just don’t want to have to work for it. I’m full. I don’t think I could fuck if I wanted to. I could probably lie down, and let Her do all the work. Actually, that sounds good.

“Play now?” I ask Her, and She grins. It’s slightly evil. It’s lecherous. I’m halfway to the bedroom before She stops me.

“Nope, not yet.” Can I whine yet? “Go watch TV for a bit while I get the room set up,” She grins. Forget whining, I just want to groan. So I do and She laughs at me.

“If you’re not going to take advantage of me in my current state, why’d you feed me so much?” Okay, maybe I can whine.

“Gotta keep your strength up, babe.” With that, She pushes me into the living room and hands me the remote. “Don’t peek.” Then She’s gone, and all I’ve got is the television.

Might as well have a little fun while I wait. I turn on the game.
I can hear Her rattling around upstairs.   There is a sound like a table being scraped across the floor and I wonder what She’s moving. Oh!  Are we doing the Jell-O thing again? Because I wouldn’t mind. Her pussy tasted like strawberry Jell-O for two days.   I really hope it’s the Jell-O thing.
 
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I can hear my boy downstairs watching the game. I look around my scene appraisingly.  The table is set up and I put all our toys on a smaller table to the side.  In the center of the floor is a table.  It’s a medical exam table, to which I had a few modifications made, such as various leather straps and metal buckles.  When he’s on the table, he won’t be able to move anything. He’ll be completely at my mercy.

When did it get so hot in here?

Hot! Right! Candles! I move back to the large shopping bag and pull out a dozen tall, dark red candles. They all have small crystal holders on the bottoms, and I arrange them around the room. They smell faintly of cinnamon, and I use a lighter to light them, making the smell slightly more potent. I move over to the smaller table, and peruse my instruments. I select a long, narrow strip of black cloth and…well it’s time to get the boy. 
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My god, I’m hard. She is so hot. She orders me around. She’s really hot when she orders me around. I watched the game for about half an hour but I can’t remember a single play.

She comes into the room, and She’s got that look. That look that says She’s going to make it hurt so good. Ohhh. Another second of this, and I’m going to need to wash my pants.

“Off with the clothes babe,” She commands, and oh, guess I won’t need to do laundry after all. Of course, the tones of Her voice, the instructions, have my cock twitching. So maybe I won’t last long enough to strip.

I’m doing it, though. Quick as I can, I’m naked in front of Her, and She licks Her lips, and I moan. I can’t not moan when She does that.

“Get upstairs.” I’m a good boy, and I follow orders immediately.
Oh. Oh. Well. This is somewhat unexpected. Candles, table, straps. Toys.

Toys.

I suck in my breath at the sight and then hear Her laugh softly behind me.  Guess She knows that I like this game.

“Get on the table.” Ma’am, yes Ma’am. I’m on the table on my back within seconds

She moves around the table, strapping my forehead down, my chest, my hands, my hips, and each leg to a metal arm with a footrest.

Oh, look, my dick’s hard! Surprise, surprise.

She goes back to the table and starts perusing the different toys there. Various vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, clamps, lubes, bottles of what I can only assume to be oil. I notice that already in Her hand is a black swath of cloth, and I know what that one’s for. She grins, and moves toward me. She uses the small gap between the table and my neck to slip the blindfold around the back of my head, and slips it up to my eyes before tying it and putting the knot off to the side. I can’t see anything. I can feel my cock twitch, though.

“Comfortable, baby?”

I try to nod, but the strap holding my head down doesn’t permit it.

“Yes,” I answer.

I feel Her place something cool and stiff around my cock and balls. The snick of it locking shut, and my hiss at the constriction sound loud and roaring in the near-silence of the room.

“I would like to cum babe. Is there any specific way you would like to make me cum?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“What is it?”

“With my mouth and tongue, please.”

“What a coincidence!  That’s exactly what I had in mind and what you are going to do!”

The table doesn’t shake as She straddles it.   I can feel the skin of her suddenly naked thighs next to my ears, and I know Her soft pussy lips must be less than an inch away from my chin.
There’s something, warm, soft, and slick at my lips, and I open them.  My tongue slides out, and I can taste Her, feel the soft, silky skin and the firm bump of her clit on my tongue. I whimper almost inaudibly, and She begins to move.

It’s unbelievably erotic. We’ve never done it quite this way before. Normally, I’m free to move my head, and participate in the act, but this time, She’s completely in control. Using me.
And if this cock ring wasn’t holding off any chance of orgasm, I would come from merely the thought.

“Suck.” The one word command is in a voice so low, so aroused, that I moan, and then I’m sucking her clit gently, then fluttering my tongue along the length of Her slit as it slides over my mouth. I feel Her changing Her position so that Her hips are hovering completely over my face, changing the angle slightly, and giving Her more room to move.

She’s rocking faster now and her breathing has become almost a pant.  My chin is wet and tickles by the tiny patch of pussy hair she has right on top.

“That’s so good, baby.  I’m fucking your mouth, and I’m going to come while you’re sucking and licking me, and you’re going to lick it all up, aren’t you?”

I moan helplessly in response, and the tempo of Her thrusts increases, moaning long and loud as Her hips pump ceaselessly.
She shudders suddenly, and her clit throbs under my tongue as I lap up sweet, salty cream, and She’s still rocking and moaning as She rides out the orgasm. I’m moaning too as I lick and swallow, and I know my own erection must be like concrete and leaking heavily, ready to explode but not allowed to.

She stops, and simply lays there for a few moments, Her pussy lips now just above my seeking tongue.  Finally, She gets up, and I’m left alone, blind and immobile. I groan, because I want Her taste and touch again, and I really, really want to come.
I feel Her lips on mine, and then Her tongue is inside, searching out the last of her flavor, and I try to pour every ounce of desperation into the kiss, to show Her how much I need Her, want Her.

She pulls back, and I moan again.

“You’ve been a very good boy,” She says, "but I'm sleepy now."  I barely bit back a groan as I realize that she is going to leave me hard and unsatisfied. 

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We stumble down the stairs to my bedroom, finally falling into the cool white sheets and I am asleep almost instantly. I know he tosses and turns a bit trying not to touch that stonker he is sporting.  He knows better than to sneak a wank!

I wake before he does and turn to look at him.  He’s completely relaxed, which is good. That means I can do whatever I want.  He’s still limp in sleep, so I lean over and take his cock in my mouth, sucking gently. I’m not trying to bring him off, just trying to get him nice and hard.

I love the feel of him expanding in my mouth, so hot and hard.  It feels good to make him insane with lust for me. Soon, under the ministrations of my talented lips and tongue, he’s hard as a rock, even though he’s still asleep.

I gently pull his arms up into the restraints at the head of the bed, and then do the same for his feet, knees together, legs stretched out full length.  His dick’s that nice dark red color, glistening wetly from my mouth. It looks very, very tasty, and I want to suck it again, but I have other things to do.

He’s completely helpless, laid out for me. Beautiful.  

I inspect my work.  Then I climb aboard.   I know he’s awake now and I see him move as he tests his bonds.  I slowly, quietly press myself down, pushing his cock into me, and groan at the feel. Once he’s completely inside, I lean over and kiss him.   He’s still blindfolded, but there is no doubt that he’s awake now.

“I’m going to ride you, baby,” I say, and then my hips are moving. Slowly, and hard, so that he’s deep inside me and then almost not at all, thrusting down. My hands are pinching his nipples, and he moans.

He’s so hot inside me, it’s like burning fire that travels through my whole body! I’m riding him slowly, partly because I love the feel of him inside me like that, partly because I’m not ready to come yet, and partly because I have every intention of making this last as long as possible.

As long as possible meaning an hour or so.

We have all weekend.
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This is amazing. When I woke up, I could feel her warm pussy engulfing me, surrounding me.  I can’t think. Every sensation is so intense, made solid and all encompassing because I can’t see, can’t move.

“God…” I moan, and Her movements  speed up slightly. I can imagine what She looks like, riding me, undulating Her hips as She rises and falls.  More than anything I wish I could reach up and touch Her, be a part of this, but at the same time, loving the fact that I’m helpless, that everything She’s doing is selfish, for Her own pleasure.

I’m losing all track of time. I have no idea how long I slept, how long She’s been riding me like this. It could be seconds, minutes, hours.   It feels as though we’ve been this way, with me tied down and with Her bouncing up and down on my cock, forever.

“God, you feel so good,” I murmur, and She starts thrusting harder. I’m in heaven, the way Her pussy is a hot slick glove around my aching cock, providing pure, sliding friction. I’m moaning, and I can hear Her making sounds that are a mixture of gasps and moans with each thrust.

Suddenly, She clenches tighter around me and lets out a long, low groan, but She doesn’t stop riding. She’s slow, now, though, just stimulating herself, not working toward anything but extending her own pleasure.

I’m so hard, and it hurts, but I am so overstimulated I can’t cum.  Finally, She leans down and kisses me, gently, wetly, before sliding off to the side and laying down beside me.   I hear her breathing evening out and know that she has gone back to sleep.


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When I wake up again, he’s snoring lightly.   I should have known better than to tie him down on his back. He snores on his back. Oh well. Maybe I’ll figure something out later. Meanwhile, I’ve got lovely things to do.

I poke him in the ribs a little, and he’s startled awake. I take the little bottle of flavored massage oil from the nightstand and  generously pour it over his happy-to-accept dick, and it starts to harden slightly at the sensation. Then, my hands are on him, stroking his skin, his balls, his hips, his cock. He moans lightly under my gentle ministrations, and I speed up my strokes.
It doesn’t take too long for him to get fully erect, because I’m squeezing and fondling him.

I scoot down and straddle his waist, leaning forward to bring my nipples within reach of his mouth, then enjoy the sensation as he sucks and licks, rolling my nipples around with his tongue.  Oh, that’s so good!  He knows just how much pressure I like, knows how to bring me just to the edge of pain, give me that little bit of sharpness I crave.   I let him nurse until my nipples are almost too sensitive to touch.  I know that I will be sore in the morning, but it will be a delicious reminder of my boy.
I move down further, now straddling his thighs, then lean forward and trap his cock between my breasts, pressing the flesh inward with my hands to create a tunnel.

“Rock your hips for me babe”, I say. 

He is bound hand and foot but obeys and gets a good motion going.  I look down to see his cock disappear between the pillows of my breasts, then see the rosy crown reappear, glistening from the oil and so very hard now.   If I bend just right, I may be able to get my tongue on him. 
________________________________________
I am drowning in sensation.  My hands and feet are bound tightly and the blindfold is still in place.  All I can do is feel and what I feel is my dick pumping in a warm cushiony tunnel with an even hotter tongue licking the swollen head of my cock on each upstroke. 

“Please….”

“Please what baby?”

“I want to see your face.  I need to see you!”  I want to see that look of lust, of concentration, of knowing on Her face.
She leans forward, reaching up and the blindfold is pulled from my face.  I am blind temporarily, even in the soft light of the bedroom, but eventually sight returns and I can see Her pale skin, the strong shoulders and the bounty of Her breasts. 
Her hands are cupping my cock now and behind to move, sliding up and down, gripping me firmly and sending tingles of fire up into my belly.  Oh yes, more….more….more! 

“Tell me if you feel like you want to cum baby.”

That makes me laugh a little cuz I have wanted to cum for hours, maybe days now.

I can feel my balls tighten and heavy warm sensation builds in my groin….just a little bit more….

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum”, I chant.

Suddenly, the pressure is gone and I feel a sharp tug on my balls.  No!

“Not yet babe, not yet.”

Gah!

She takes me right to the edge two more times.  I think I am gonna explode.
 
__________________________________________________________________
God, he is beautiful like this, so hard and wanting.  His face is intense now, eyes dark with passion, so aroused….my lovely boy.  I am aroused too, aching with need for him.  I wonder what he would do if I released him.  Only one way to find out….

I lean back and flip open the buckles of his ankle restraints, then lean forward over his chest to undo the wrist cuffs.  I make sure he gets a face full of breast in the process.
Quicker than I can imagine, he has flipped me onto my back and I hear myself “EEP!” in an undignified way.

My lovely boy, so gentle, so submissive, but oh so very male.  I think he is past the point of thinking now.  He is between my legs, so I simply open them wider and use my hands on his hips to draw him in, moaning in relief as that hard cock slides into my dripping pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes”, I hear myself say, “Oh yes!”

He is pounding into me now, his cock angled just right so that he strokes over my G-spot each time.  My clit starts to tingle and suddenly I am coming, hard and long, my heels on his ass trying to get him inside me and keep him there. 

Oh. So. Good.

As my orgasm winds down, I look into those lust-darkened eyes and say, “Cum for me baby.  Cum and let me see it.”

He is panting now and pulls back from me, rising up on his knees, his right fist stroking his cock furiously as the left hand roams over his belly and nipples.  I see his body go rigid and he yells as he pumps thick jets of semen over my belly. 
___________________________________________________________________
I think I’ve gone blind.  My mother always told me that would happen. 

I fall onto the bed at Her side and feel Her arms gather me in so that my face is pillowed on Her breast.  Mmmmm…..nice.
We lay quietly together for a while, slipping in and out of a light sleep, until….

Rumble…Rumble…Rumble…..

“What’s that noise?” She says, laughing.  “Is that your stomach?”

“Um, yep…that’d be it.  Sorry!”

“I’ll go get the cheesecake babe.”


2/21/2011 5:15:47 PM

My Alt.com friend, Mistress Galk posted this the other day and it's so good I have to share it with you all (thanks Val!):

 

NET LOVE/NET LUST

 

Ahhh , net love .. and net lust.

A topic that is so very close to MY home in Galkland. Reality vs fantasy..

jenny14

did that post last week..."I am in love".. but, you can't love someone you haven't met.

Sure you can. You sure in hell can, Jenny. You can lust after them too. All of it is real net love and net lust. Seriously, that person you love is perfect... that person is your soul mate. That person understands you, compliments you, and best of all loves you back. They lust you back. There are there any time that you want them to be. They support you in your thoughts and your fantasies...They think like you!

And lets not forget the net lust. Geez, see those cocks, and that video of her ? And you whisper to yourself.. OH, for me and that lustful soul there to do "it". I mean really "do" it... and I love them, and I lust...And the greatest thing really is to profess that love, that lust, that ownership, to everyone in blogland. How wonderful they are! How just absolutely the greatest person in the world.. Its so very real. That real net love... and that real net lust..

Fantasy love and Fantasy lust... is just that. It brings out your emotions and your desires.. and your deepest wants in the good old fantasy world.

The danger is one gets lost in it. Its a sickness. Its stops you dead in the real world. Casualties, even fatalities.. Reality is non exist ant. It happens. Don't doubt for a minute that it does happen. Twice to Me.

Are they there at night with you? Next to them? Can you touch them? Feel them? Do you hear their voice? And what about the bad times? Those bad times in life? Are they there when you are sick? or how about going on that trip with you? Do they know your trials and tribulations? Do they have your back? Do you lust for them as you are walking down the road? Does that heart skip a beat as you see them walk into the room? Even something as mundane by going to the store... He or she is with you in reality...

Reality love and reality lust. Oh yeah, bring out those emotions, all of it and even more. Pure unadulterated love and lust..in the real world.

I am not immune to this part of the net in fantasy. Sure, there are a few that I like alot. A few men I admit.. Cyber love and lust? mmmmmmm NO... not really. I have a strong affection for them though. And I am pretty sure they are "real"..

But, my life is real in reality here. I want him here, with me. In life as the sane world knows it. My feet are planted in the ground. I want him to walk with me, kneel before me... Its not even a place I want to visit, this net love and lust thing...

So all these invites, and emails, and winks, and hits, and gawd knows whatever else... if you ever wondered why you didn't get a response... This is it. My shoe up there isn't real and no you can't kneel before me, and no you can't lick my heel, and no...why are you calling Me "Mistress Val" anyways? Very few call Me "Mistress Val" and thats only because I bestowed them that honor.


Amen, sister, Amen!


2/12/2011 7:12:53 PM

He feels Her presence behind him, a warm energy, then the smooth softness of Her breasts against his back, along with the almost cool rub of the leather She wears.  He stands still as he has been taught, his hands at his sides.  Her hands are on his waist, sliding softly over his skin, a light touch, just skimming gently, exploring.  Her hands wander from the silken softness at his waist and roam higher, encountering the interesting texture of hair, little at first but then more as Her hands explore his chest.  His nipples are hard and peaked, aching for her touch and, when it comes, he sighs gently and leans back slightly, relishing the contact and the feel of Her hands on him.  Her fingers circle and run, pinching gently at first and then with more authority, wringing a small sound from him, then back to lightly teasing, with promise of more…soon.

 

He feels her warm breath on his neck as She bends Her neck to the smooth curve of his shoulder, taking in the scent of him and reveling in it.  She gently kisses his shoulder and then the curve of his neck, up and up to just below his ear, enjoying the feel of his skin under her lips, the scent of him, the taste.  He doesn’t know at that moment that there is a part of Her that longs to bite him, just there in the gentle curve where neck meets shoulder, to bite him and mark him just a little.  She controls that impulse, knowing that it would be too much, and gently kisses him, just there, in that sensual vulnerable place where his pulse sits so close to the surface. 

 

Her touch is firm now, tracing over his upper arms and down to the forearms, briefly interlacing her fingers with his, then continuing up again and then down over his chest,  his ass and upper thighs.  She returns to favorite places over again, savoring the feel of him under Her hands.  There is power there; She knows that, and she loves the potential of it, of him, under Her hands; knowing that this is Hers to command or to take as She wishes


1/31/2011 8:21:57 PM

It was an important day, but you could tell that something was up when you emerged from the shower and found a pair of lacy black panties laid out on the bed, but you put them on without comment, expertly adjusting your chastity device in the tiny front triangle of lace, just so.  You sank to your knees in front of me, your position perfect....head up but eyes on the floor, your knees far apart, hands held behind your back, as I placed your silver chain day collar around your neck once more.   It was one of those rare perfect moments for me and I savored it, circling you, just drinking in the sight of my beautiful pet.  The black lace contrasted so sharply with your skin.  My eyes were drawn downward to the mark on your right hip...my initial... marking you as mine.  The pale sweet curve of your ass begged for attention and my hand on the back of your neck pushed you forward as I silently positioned you, head to the floor, your sweet cheeks now held high for me.  My hand descended sharply, leaving a bloom of pink behind on the bit of ass cheek revealed under the lace.  A sharp intake of breath, followed by a soft moan, was your response.  Minutes later, your ass was red and hot, you were moaning continuously and your arousal was obvious, the cock cage pressing cruelly on your burgeoning erection. 

 

Your eyes involuntarily met mine as I told you then to get dressed.  Your expression told me that you realized I intended to keep you unsatisfied and aroused and I could see the shiver of anticipation that passed through you.   You dressed quickly, in clothing that concealed both collar and cage, then left to give your presentation, wondering if I could feel the great quiet depth of your submission.

 

 

 


1/16/2011 7:06:16 PM

POWER

 

I love to watch you.  Most of the time you are so controlled, standing so still, your eyes fixed on a point that only you can see, holding back the sounds I know you’d like to make.  But there is always something, some small thing that gives you away.  Sometimes it’s the hitch of breath I can barely hear, the closing of your eyes or a certain way you hold your shoulders.

 

I stroke my way down your still figure, letting my eyes take you in, feasting on the sight of what belongs to me.  Your hair is damp with sweat, and your skin is lightly sheened.  I know you hate the nipple clamps, which is why you are wearing them this evening, for you need punishment tonight, not pleasure.  I slide my hands down your strong chest, wandering a bit, enjoying the feel of you under my hands.  Your nipples are getting red and look swollen and the hitch of breath you can’t hold back as I touch them lets me know that they are painful.  But this is a lesson to be learned and you must bear it.

 

My fingers trace their way down your body, ruffling through the hair on your chest, tracing circles around those epicenters of pain in their clamps.  Your breathing has started to speed up and I saw see you quiver as you struggle to stay still.  I spread my fingers and trail them down the center of your chest, following that lovely treasure trail to your belly.

 

Your cock has started to swell, despite the steel that you wear, the stern confinement unable to completely stop your arousal.  The tip of your cock is wet and shiny, a translucent drop quivering just there.  My hands trace around your cruel cage, never touching and I see the small involuntary movements as you seek more….more touch, more contact, more sensation.  Your eyes are dark with need and want, the pupils large and black, your gaze unfocused.  I give the chain that connects your clamps a gentle tug and memorize your reaction; the gasp of pain, the flare of your nostrils, your cheeks flushed, your lower lip caught between your teeth.  You are so beautiful. Mine.


 It’s painful.  My nipples burn with a white fire and my shoulders ache now.  My hands are getting cold and a little numb from being stretched over my head for so long.  My cock is swelling, even though I try not to be aroused by this, but it’s a losing battle.  My stomach is almost cramped with desire.  I want to cum, desperately want to cum, but I don’t know if She will let me.

 

Her hands are cool on my skin, soft and smooth, but I can feel Her purpose, Her power over me as she traces designs on my skin, wanders over my most sensitive places, tracing around my cock but never touching.  I am struggling to control everything inside of me, feeling powerless to fight the desire to submit, to give everything to Her.

 

She steps very close to me and I can feel the warmth of her body, the smooth leather she wears tonight and feel her breath on my neck as she almost whispers to me.

 

“It’s all about power baby.  No matter what you call me; Mistress, Lady, Madame or even “psycho bitch from hell”, I have power.  You belong to me.  Think about that the next time you believe you won’t make it through your work day with your sanity intact, or when the world just seems too much to bear. Think about that, because when I have you stretched out here in front of me, you are free from all of that, no more stress, no more responsibility, no other job but to just feel and be.  Is it worth it to be late, to “forget” to do what I ask? “

 

Her hand cups my balls and fondles them and I can’t control the shaking in my legs now.  The sensation almost drowns me but then I feel Her reach up with the other hand and release one clamp, a white hot lance of pain and sensation in my nipple as the blood returns.  She sucks it between her lips and caresses it with her tongue, soothing and yet teasing at the same time.  I’m moaning now, unable to hold back anything from her, knowing that the pain is coming again.  Anything, I’ll do anything for Her right now.

 

The pain comes and I finally twist and scream but none of it matters.  I have given up my power to Her and it feels so right and so safe.  Everything I need.

 

Her voice finally brings me back to myself and she releases my arms and wraps me in her arms, grounding me, bringing me back to earth. 

“Are you OK?” 

 

I manage to nod, yes….more than OK.  I hear a metallic rattle and look down to see a short chain attached to my cock cage and she turns, drawing me on shaking legs after her down the hall to the bedroom.  I belong.


1/7/2011 4:38:35 PM

During an IM conversation the other night, someone said to me that I must have hundreds of men just waiting to serve me.  It made me laugh but then also stop and think that many guys seem to think that the Domme has it all. Submissives or slaves to serve her, guys at her beck and call 24/7. Not a care in the world. The reality is far from that.

 

Really?  Yeah...really.  It takes a lot to be a Domme.  Let me rephrase that; it takes a lot to be a Dominant person in general, gender aside.  It isn't all just fun and games. We, the Dominants, need our side of the lifestyle just as much as a submissive does because without it we are incomplete. But, being the decision maker is never easy for a responsible person and we take on a LOT of responsibility when we accept a submissive. We become responsible for your health and welfare, both mental and physical, all the while trying to craft scenarios that are mutually satisfying for us both.  And, if truth be told, our responsibility rarely ends at the door when you leave!

 

There are bad Dominants out there, just as there are submissives who haven’t found their place in this little world of ours, but we try, we really do. 


12/30/2010 10:55:58 PM

Hello EmailSpamBoy,

Your email triggered this warning from the site administration:


*** The sender of this message has triggered our bulk content filter and has been prevented from sending additional messages at this time. We place these limits on our messaging system to prevent abuse and maintain the quality of our online community. You should not conclude that this user is fake or illegitimate merely because they have triggered the filter. ***


I conclude from this that your fascinating introductory email has been spammed to every female on this site.

So, how's that workin' out for ya?

That was a rhetorical question. I really don't care.


12/24/2010 8:52:09 PM

The Gift

 

 

“Slave, wake up.”

 

His eyes flew open as he felt her lick a line down his neck, ghosting over his chest to suck a nipple into a stiff peak.   Oh my god!  He had overslept!  There were things to do, tea to brew, Mistress’ breakfast to make!  There would be hell to pay!

 

 ‘What the fuck?’ he thought, ‘Nothing’s working!’  Fully awake now and staring his smiling Mistress in the eyes, he tugged on the chains that bound his arms to the corners of the bed.

 

She snickered down at the warm man beneath her, as she sat with her legs on either side of his apparently naked and chastity device-free pelvis.

 

“Oh!  Keep that up babe, it feels delicious!”

 

He wondered why he was so surprised at waking up to find himself in bondage. Having her as a Mistress was guaranteed to add a little spice to what passed for ‘normal’!

 

His thoughts cut off abruptly as a tea and honey flavored tongue swept inside his mouth and devoured him in a searing luscious kiss. He couldn’t help but respond, as the feel of her tongue entwining with his flooded him with pleasure.

 

She reluctantly pulled back from the taste of her boy, licking down his chest once more to the now stiff nipples, savoring his warmth, the scent and the flavor that was uniquely her favorite slave.

  

“You know, I couldn’t sleep last night and I started thinking.  It’s Christmas and I’ve decided on what I want you to give me for a present.”

 

“I suppose you couldn’t just drop hints?”

 

“Ha!  Chained up slaves shouldn’t forget themselves. Not if they don’t want to find themselves gagged and taught some lessons - hmmm?” She said as she flicked a stiff nipple sharply.

 

He looked up at her and felt the blood rush to his cock. She, in a masterful mood, was just too darned hot and as the reality of the situation once again hit him - She had complete control of his body, his mind and his life - he almost came right there and then as the lust roared through him.

 

She smiled broadly as the hard evidence of his desire twitched against her pussy. 

He was lovely and she had yet to find any aspect of their life together tiresome.

 

“So as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I have decided what you can do for me to celebrate the day.  I’ve decided I want you to give me a gift that I’ll have forever, and last night I decided what that was to be. Are you curious slave?”

 

Her fingers found his nipples and began alternately stroking and pinching the sensitive nubs until he was groaning as the friction sent shock waves straight to his twitching erection.

 

“Mistress, oh god please...” he moaned, bucking his hips up, desperate for more contact on his cock. Her fingers stopped pinching and she leant down and licked and then sucked at his nipples before gently blowing her cool breath over them. She then sat up, making sure there was minimal contact with his straining penis.  She was wet and almost dripping but she ignored it as she brushed his hair away from his eyes.

 

“Please, please please...”

 

“Calm down baby, I’m just getting to the good part. Don’t you want to know what my present is going to be?”

 

He gasped, as before he could answer, she had reached back and cupped his balls and was gently caressing them as she waited, studying his face as she waited for him to reply.

 

Too aroused to think clearly anymore, he groaned, “Yes please, anything you want, please, anything.”

 

“Mmm, anything what I want? Well right now I think I want a little bit of this.”

 

She moved down his legs until her head was level with his abdomen, following the scant trail of hair, then started licking at the sensitive skin in the curve of his hip.

 

He groaned and then gasped as she moved her head to lick along the now rigid column of his penis. She smiled at the sound of her pet’s pleasure and then took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking gently as her tongue dipped into the weeping slit.  Once upon a time there had been some discussion about whether this was appropriate, but it had been made clear to him, so very clear, that this was for HER pleasure, not his.  She loved the feel of that smooth cock in her mouth, the taste of him and the fact that she controlled this, giving him only as much pleasure as she desired.  She took him in down the root, her nose brushing the dark hair at the base.  The silken feel of his skin over the taut hardness below was put pleasure.

 

His eyes closed and he gave himself over to sensation.  After three weeks of chastity, he was in heaven. The hand massaging his balls, the feel of the hot mouth surrounding him, that wonderful tongue working its magic, tracing up and down his shaft was ecstasy.

 

His groan of disappointment as her hands and mouth left him was audible and brought a chuckle of amusement from her. 

 

“Oh no baby…there is even more I want today.”

 

His eyes widened slightly as he saw the long inch wide strips of sueded leather that dangled from her fingertips.  Working quickly and deftly, she began at his root and wrapped the soft leather snugly around the shaft, covering him from root to tip, leaving only the slick smooth crown exposed.  His balls received similar treatment as the next strip was wrapped around and around like a cock ring, pulling everything together in a tight package. 

 

A few licks to his crown brought gasps from him.  OMG…it felt good, but at the same time he felt like he wanted to burst out of it.  His balls were full and heavy and his cock felt impossibly hard in its binding.

 

“I seem to have gotten sidetracked by the sight of you so nicely chained up for me. I still haven’t told you what I want for my present.”

 

All he could do at this point was manage an incoherent, “Uh huh”.

 

“Pull your knees up for me babe.”

 

Huh?  Oh yeah, engage brain again….pay attention!

 

He pulled his knees up, which was harder than it sounded since his hands were bound. 

 

Able to speak again, he asked “What is it that you want Mistress?”

 

Gah!  Cold lube wiped over his hole!

 

“I want….I want you to open for me.  Relax and let me get this butt plug in.”

 

“That’s what you want for your gift?”

 

“No silly boy!” She replied as she twisted the butt plug into place.  “Raise your butt up a little for me; let me get this pillow underneath.”

 

He followed her instructions, feeling her shove a small pillow under his hips.   She then asked him to put his legs down and place them together, effectively using the pillow to hold the butt plug in place.

 

“So what then, what is it?”

 

She straddled him again, her pussy now directly over his leather bound dick.  He noticed a small controller in her hand and realized that the butt plug she had placed was one of her favorites, a vibrator with variable speeds!

 

She reached between her legs, grasping his leather covered cock, her fingers noting the copious pre-cum now leaking from the tip and swirling it around the head, causing him to arch beneath her.  “A little eager are we?”

 

He could only moan in reply as a low spread vibration began in his ass and she ran the tip of his rigid member down the cleft of her sex.  She held herself above him, grasping his cock and using just the smooth slick tip to tease herself, sliding up over her clit and back, over and over.   He watched her as she pleasured herself, her breasts bouncing gently, using him as a living dildo, a fuck toy, and the thought caused his excitement to increase even more.

 

Her eyes met his and he was amazed at the heat in her gaze.  “More” she said, “More!”  She held the tip of his penis against her clit as he began to rock his hips, the vibration in his ass adding to the sensation.  Her eyes closed and She began a low chant, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”, then shuddered as her orgasm hit, causing her to buck against the friction of his cock on her clit.

 

She collapsed onto his chest, somehow turning the vibrator off in the process.  He wanted desperately to hold her.  It took a few minutes for her to come back to herself, but as she did, she reached up and flicked open the restraints on his wrists and his arms immediately went around her, holding her close.  His cock and balls were full and aching, but somehow that didn’t matter so much.

 

“So” he murmured, “what exactly is it you want for Christmas?”

 

“Mmmmm…..What I want?  You’ve already given me what I want babe.  Something I can have forever.”

 

Confused, he said, “I have?”

 

“Yes baby, you have.  You’ve given me a memory, something I will keep for always and that may be the very best gift of all.”

 

 


12/24/2010 4:16:23 PM
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
The Masters were spanking their Frauleins and Fraus,
Mistress and Switch in black leather and chains
Were chastising their subbies with paddles and canes
When down in the dungeon there came such a clatter
I jumped from my chair to see what was the matter
Jumped up, tripped over, and fell on my face
Forgot that my Domme had just lashed me in place!
Away to the window I made a mad dash
Threw open the window, felt the cool on my ass
And then through the smoke and the snow and the swirls
Came a rusty old sleigh drawn by twelve pony girls
With bells on their nipples and stripes on their asses

They pulled and they strained, those twelve little lasses
The drunken old driver stood holding his dick
I knew by the "red nose" that this was Old Nick
Slower then snails his chargers they came
And he whipped and he flailed as he called them by name
"Come on Toni and Tina and Tammy
Pull the sleigh or I'll paddle your fanny
And Judy and Julie and Gina and Jilly
With blazing red asses you look somewhat silly
Steffie and Kathie and Kimmie and Kay
You bend yourselves over..its floggins today"
Up on the roof, he went, stumbled and fell
And down the chimney he came screaming like hell
He staggered and stumbled and let out roar
Tripped over a flogger we'd left on the floor!
He set out stuffing stockings we'd hung with great care
A flogger, a shocker, and jeweled clips, (nice pair!)
He worked with a frenzy, then he saw me, OH GREAT!
But I had nothing to fear, 'cause he asked for a date!
Back to his work he flew with a wink of his eye,
As he said "to hell with the cookies, got any pie?
And could I bother you for coffee, it's cold out ya know?"
I said, "Why not, that storm's quite a blow."
He ate and he drank then he finished his work
I wondered if he'd noticed my strange little quirk
He chuckled and said "This should help with your kink"
He stuffed in MY stocking a paddle covered in mink
As he went for the door he said, "Learn to spread JOY

It's more important than any ol' toy!"
I heard him exclaim as he was pulled out of sight

"MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU KINKSTERS
... AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT"

 

Wish I could claim credit for this one, but it's by eme over at BDSM cafe!


12/20/2010 2:09:21 PM

Camping Out

 

It had been a lovely day, our first camping trip together.  We had been invited by a group of people we knew socially but not well, from our local kink group. I had introduced you as my “boy” but we both knew that it went far beyond that.  The day was spent hiking and canoeing, just enjoying the cool Fall air and the colors of the turning leaves.  That evening, we sat around the large campfire; passing around a bottle of wine and enjoying conversation, idly watching some of the male Dominants slip their hands into the shirts of their willing female submissives.  It got very dark and after a while I stood and held out my hand to you.  Your hand slipped into mine and I led you away from the fire into the darkness, about 30 to 40 feet, to one of those concrete picnic tables the Park Service so thoughtfully provides.  We stopped and you stood looking down at me.  Our eyes met and I knew that you were instantly aware of what I wanted.  I could see your eyes flash back to the fire and our friends there, but I gently turned your face back to mine.

 

You had been a bit self conscious about your status with this group for some reason and I had allowed you to wear a light woolen scarf about your neck today.  Now, you removed the scarf and underneath I could see the glint of your collar, that sturdy silver chain soldered so securely around your neck.  This pleased me and I hooked my fingers under it to draw you close for a kiss.  Your mouth was warm on mine and you kissed me in that special way you have - slow and sensuous, but leaving no doubt in my mind that you belong to me.  The kiss lasted for a long time and I was aroused and wet by the time it ended.  I stepped back from you a little and said, “Strip”.  Once again, you looked toward the fire, wondering if we could be seen, but I turned your face back to mine again and said “Only me, boy”.  You removed your clothing under my gaze until you were wearing nothing but a pair of heavy woolen socks.  I pulled you in again for a long, slow kiss and I enjoyed the way your warm hands slid down to cup my ass cheeks.  The hardness of your cock against my stomach was impressive and I’m glad that I decided to leave your chastity device at home.  The cool night air made your little nipples stiffly erect and you moaned into my mouth as my hands covered them; my pinches causing you to gasp.  “You have to be quiet boy, unless you truly want an audience.”

 

I turned you to face the picnic table, bending down to retrieve your light jacket and placing it on the bench of the table.  “Kneel up, pet”.  You placed your knees on the bench, spread wide, and I took off my own jacket off and put in on the table top, protecting your chest from the concrete as I bent you forward over the table.  My tattooed mark on your ass was a dark blur in the gloom, but I ran my fingers over it, enjoying the way you moved into my touch

 

 “Tell me what you want boy”, I said.

 

You knew the answer to this question, but would you give it here?  Outdoors, where we might be seen, where someone might know just what a dirty boy you are?

 

There is a moment of silence, and then you said (as I knew you would), “Mistress….please…”

 

“Yes, boy?  Please what?” I reply.

 

“Please Mistress, remind me what I am to you.”

 

Ah…..good answer. 

 

I moved up close behind you and I know you could hear the sound of my belt as I pulled it from the loops.  I leaned over your back and could feel your warmth against my chest as I looped the belt through the buckle and then around your neck, the long end of the belt trailing over your back.  You didn’t look back but you heard the snap of latex and the ‘pop’ of a tube of lubricant being opened and then felt the surprising warmth of the lube as it dripped down your crack.  Lucky for you I had that tube in an inside pocket all day!  The leather of the belt tightened around your throat as I took the end in my left hand, causing you to arch your neck and back, presenting your ass to me so well.  You gasped a bit and strained against the leather as two fingers abruptly breached your hole and pressed in deeply.  I didn’t give you time to adjust before I found the firm nub of your prostate and started to stroke it, lightly at first, then more deeply until you groaned and began to move your hips in rhythm with my touch.  This is such a familiar ritual to us, done to pleasure us both; you in your submission and me in taking this precious fluid from you.  I continued to stroke firmly over your nub and note that your cock is hard now and leaking a bit of clear fluid.  You pressed back into my touch, fucking yourself on my fingers.  I dropped the end of the strap, reaching around to take your cock in a firm grip, stroking the full length.  Finally, with a loud moan, a spurt of creamy fluid dripped from your prick, once…twice…three times, followed by a small gush of clear liquid.  My left hand coaxed the last drops from your cock and then  and rubbed your slit, collecting the small amount of fluid still there, smearing it over the now sensitive head, then brought it to your lips.  “Taste yourself baby, taste what I made for you.” I told you.  You took my fingers in your mouth, sucking and cleaning your juice away.

 

I let you recover just a minute, then pulled you up onto your knees by the belt still looped about your throat, then ordered you to your feet, where you stood swaying slightly.  I quickly unfastened my jeans and shoved them down to my ankles, my overheated pussy feeling the slight chill of the night air. 

 

I hissed, “Get on your knees, slave” and you dropped immediately, sitting back a little, your hands on your thighs.  I sat down on your jacket that still covered the concrete bench, feeling the cold of the concrete and the rough texture a little on my ass.  The belt at your neck made a useful handle as I pulled you closer, somehow managing to raise my legs and get your head between my knees, my still booted feet and ankles captured by shoved down jeans and  hooked over your shoulders.  I knew that the heels of my boots were probably uncomfortable on your back but I wasn’t much in a mood to care at that moment.  I only knew that I wanted your mouth, that talented tongue, serving me. 

 

Your mouth was incredibly warm on my cunt, your tongue licking my fluids, probing and teasing, using all the training I had given you in order to pleasure me.  You teased me for a while until finally a firm hand on the back of your head directed you to my clit and you began to flick me firmly with your tongue, again and again, feeling my clit grow harder and swell a little, my breath coming in short gasps now.   There was a heavy warmth in my lower belly and I knew that I would come soon, although I would have liked this to last for hours.   You seemed to know this as well, for your tongue began to press more firmly, quicker and quicker, until the pulsing wave of my orgasm began in my clit and then spread, causing the inner walls of my pussy to quiver.  You continued to tongue fuck me and it felt like my orgasm went on and on, until finally I was too sensitive and thrust my hand into your hair, pulling you up and away.

 

We didn’t move for a minute or so, your cheek warm against my inner thigh, my breath still coming in short gasps, my clit and pussy tingling in delight.  Finally, I was able to raise my legs again, freeing you.  You stayed there on your knees, licking your lips, chasing my taste with your tongue, but waiting for some signal or indication of what I wanted from you.  I leaned forward, finding my rucked down jeans and panties, pulled them up partway, then extracted a bandanna from my back pocket, using it to do a cursory clean up before pulling my jeans up the rest of the way.

 

I took the leather belt from around your neck and told you to get dressed.  You rose, taking my jacket off the picnic table and helping me on with it before reaching for your shirt and jeans.  I hope that something of my pride in you showed on my face at that moment.  I hope that you know what I was feeling. 

 

Finally, clothing restored, we headed back toward the fire, your arm about me, stopping every few steps for gentle kisses.  I sat and placed you on the ground between my feet, where you rested contentedly, your head cushioned on my thigh.   One of my hands rested on the back of your neck and I noticed that you had forgotten to put on the scarf you had been wearing all day so your collar is now fully exposed to view.   There was an instant of unease, and you tensed slightly,  but then realized you don’t care what anyone thinks.  This was your place, freshly fucked, wearing your collar, sitting at my feet, and neither of us could have asked for anything that pleased us more.  You relaxed against me and I could see your smile as I leaned down to whisper, “I hope that they are heavy sleepers baby.  Otherwise, the “wildlife” may just keep them awake all night!”

 


12/18/2010 9:38:06 AM

I wrote this in a conversation with an on-line friend this morning and it struck me that I should perhaps share it with all.  I thank you for the sympathetic messages and your support.

 

Yes, it's true, it has been a bit of a rough week, a not so good anniversary of sorts. At first I was trying not to think about it, but then I realized I was letting four really good years be defined by one really bad week. That's stupid. I should be celebrating what we had instead. What's that saying, "Don't cry because something is ending, laugh because it happened at all"? Good advice. I loved him very much and he me, and that doesn't go away just because we aren't together any more. 

So no real frustrations here, only a sense that I can choose how I feel about it, how I react. Someone on a blog that I follow stated today that karma is a real bitch but it's really not (at least in my worldview). Karma is a mirror that reflects back what it sees, so I shall celebrate what was and look forward to what is to come!

 

 


12/15/2010 3:10:18 PM
There are days when I am really just tired of being alone.  It's been a year now and the temptation to give in, to just "settle" sometimes gets almost to much to resist.  I'll keep looking, for I know that there is someone out there who is a good fit for me, but tonight I shall mourn for the past.

12/1/2010 6:25:14 PM

 

La cage de fete

 

The grocery bags were unloaded onto the counter, all the food for the upcoming party laid out, ready to be dished up and served to the guests.  I’d run into a friend at the store, someone I didn’t know “really” well, and when she saw the party stuff in my basket, she insisted on helping me get things set up (probably while angling for an invitation, to my mind).

“You got an ice bucket?” my friend asked, rummaging around under the sink.

Not really paying attention, I said, “Oh, yeah, I do, but I think it might in the bedroom”

My friend shook her head as she walked toward the bedroom, obviously wondering about my organizational skills or power of recall.

When I heard the lock on the bedroom door click, I remembered exactly what the ice bucket was doing in the bedroom.  Oh…CRAP!

“No, wait!  I have another bucket, umm….in the laundry room!”

I made it to the doorway just in time to see my friend standing frozen in the middle of the bedroom.

Durp. ~facepalm~

“Ummmm….did you find the ice bucket?”

~silence~

“Victoria?” she said softly, “Why is there a guy in a cage in here?”

“Um, well...see, the thing is…uh, give me a minute.”

“Give you a minute?” she asked, her voice rising slightly.

“Give me a minute to think of a good reason…maybe one that won’t make you faint.”

 


11/16/2010 1:59:22 PM

He loves the way her breast slopes…just so.  Mature and ripe, firm in his hand, promise fulfilled.  A gentle hand draws him in and his eyes close at the scent of Her, his lips poised  in anticipation.  Tongue greets nipple and She sighs in pleasure.  His lips smile around the fullness of Her, because he knows he Serves.


11/14/2010 7:39:43 AM

 I get a LOT of mail from the New York/New Jersey area. Is it something in the water up there? This is approximately 9-10 hours from where I live and it makes me wonder, how far is too far?

I'm not a fan of cyber or long distance relationships in general as they require a good bit of effort and time spent in front of the computer on my part and, very often, you will spend weeks talking to someone only to have them "disappear". And please, that line "you are willing to relocate so that you might sit at my feet"? Really? Where you going to sleep, how are you going to eat?

Ah sorry...can you tell that I've recently been in discussion with TWO possible candidates, one from New York and the other from South Carolina, only to have both of them just up and disappear? grrrr..... Guess my unwillingness to spend my own money to travel to them was the deal breaker, but I'll never know since they didn't have the courtesy to say so!

So how far IS too far? I read things on here about people who have relationships with someone basically on the other side of the world! How does that work? You see them once a year...maybe!?! I frequently say that I may not be looking for Mr. Right, but I DO frequently want Mr. Right Now. How do you keep the connection, how does this become a satisfying relationship for both parties? It's a mystery to me. I suppose I am a bit too "hands on" for that.

Oh and while I'm on a roll, one more thing! A recently posted a question about "lines" to use when meeting a Dominant woman for the first time. My reply to him? Talk to us like someone you want to date. Talk to us like people. I am a real person with thoughts and feelings, not a fantasy granting leather wrapped wank tool!

Rant over. Back to your regularly schedule activities. I am going to shake this off and remember that my goal is to enjoy the ride!

 UPDATE:

Lately, anyone reading my journal  might get the impression that all I hear from are goobs and wankers and that I have about had it up to.....well you know! But, she says, not so! Last night, I had a conversation with a perfectly charming gentleman from New York City! Yes, you read that correctly, New York City! The place I occasionally rant about as being "too far" away! sigh...Yeah, I know, consistency is my middle name.

So what was different about this Mr. New York? He was charming, well spoken, intelligent, seemed to know himself well, had opinions and wasn't afraid to participate in the conversation. We talked, he fed off ideas and then gave them right back! It was exciting and frankly, sexy as hell!

Will Mr. New York and I ever meet? Maybe (I hope so). Will I look for him on line and hope that we speak again? Oh yeah!

Thank you johnie (JJ38)!


11/14/2010 7:37:50 AM

Lately, I have received several lists from gentleman detailing what they would like to have me "do" to them. Now don't get me wrong, some of the activities are things that I enjoy very much, but something was missing. What? Well...Me! The things I received were generic, it was obvious that no time had been taken to really think about how "I" fit in to the scene! Not something a Domina with a Queen/Goddess mindset really wants to know. (Now if I ASK you to write something like that for me, that's a different story!)

How much better it would have been had the conversation gone something like this: "I have a fantasy about being used as a footstool and having your feet play with my balls and cock. Domina, I would like to treat you to a pedicure and foot spa treatment to show my appreciation of your attention." Do you see where this might appeal to my particular mindset? He is showing appreciation for me and also offering a service. This is very apt to make me happy and unworried about possibly skanky feet, and may also result in him receiving the treatment he so craves.

Likewise, if a sub/slave has a fetish for lingerie, why not buy something that really turns you on and then present it to your Dominant as an offering? Just a thought here guys...... Do you like chastity devices? So do I, but don't expect me to spring for an over $150 device just so I can put you in it once a month! Buy one for yourself, include it in your "stuff" bag and let me know it's there. That way, I have the option of using it or not (it's always good to have options)and YOU have a nifty piece of equipment in your bag that makes you hard just thinking about it!

So, I guess what I am saying here, in case I haven't been clear, is that you need to take the needs of your Domina into consideration. Not just on her birthday, not just at Christmas, but ALL the time! Lest you think I speak only of things that cost you money, think again! SERVE Her in a way that adds something to her life...I guarantee it will add something to yours.


11/10/2010 9:10:28 PM

I get asked A LOT,  “As a woman what sensual activities do you enjoy the most?” , so I thought posting my most often given answer might be efficient. 

I personally am all about contact.  That can be skin to skin contact (which I adore), contact such as impact play (which I also adore) or knowing that I have an intimate connection with that particular person.  Most men assume that women are all about the “oral” service and get really focused on that.  I personally am not one of the women who think it is the be all and end all.  It’s OK.  Done well it can be good, done poorly it’s tedious.  I personally am very into oral activity of another sort, kissing.  Finding a submissive who is a dynamite kisser is like finding gold for me (but that’s just me).  I also enjoy playing with pleasure/pain types of scenarios as well as teasing and denial. 

So there you go...a list.


10/24/2010 2:33:03 PM

For all you boys out there under the age of 35 - I'm very flattered by your interest and that you took the time to look at my profile, but.....I'm not interested.  I have children your age and frankly I'm just not into someone so much younger.  Sorry to disappoint, but no...just no.


10/11/2010 8:35:24 AM
I got a through provoking e-mail today.  Someone asked "how can you not be into humiliation"?

How can I not be into humiliation? 

Well, there is a simple answer for that really.  For me, anyone who can stand (or kneel) naked before me and say "this is what I need, this is who I am" deserves some respect.  It takes guts to admit, guts to say it, guts to live it.  Some guys get off on humiliation.  I don't play with them.  If you cannot love yourself, how can you expect someone else to?  Likewise, I don't indulge in humiliation, because it cheapens the gift I have been given.

Everyone is different and there are as many flavors of BDSM as there are people.  I suppose the trick is finding someone who wants the same flavor that you do!

10/10/2010 11:20:29 AM
I've been thinking today....thinking of the way a boy's face looks as I wield my strap or flogger, thinking of that intensity, knowing that his desire is to please me, to be perfect for me. 

I've been thinking of that lovely stain of pink, then red, that blossoms on skin and of the heat under my hands and my paddle.

I've been thinking of the way the cane can leave a raised welt on skin and how it feels to know that he wants this mark, wants to be sore for a few days so that he can more clearly mark this experience.

Thinking of the hiss of indrawn breath as nipple clamps are applied and then of the exclamation of pain when they are removed, followed by a sigh of pleasure when the nipples are soothed and how his face changes when he realizes that I am going to do it again.


9/30/2010 5:43:35 PM
All of you who are over 40 may appreciate this.

Are you ever shocked to look into the mirror and see some old broad/guy looking back at you?  In my head, I am 28...in the mirror, I am 28.....AND 25!  <laughing> 

9/27/2010 8:22:40 PM
I have posted this before, but it's worth posting again, and again, and again....however many times it takes.

Getting a lot of mail lately from the New York/New Jersey area.  Is it something in the water up there?  Seeing as how I DON'T do cyber relationships, what  possible use could I have for a submissive male who lives in NY or New Jersey?  Do you know how far WV is from NY?  Now, if you are planning to move to this area in the next six months, maybe we can talk, otherwise that's all it is...talk.  And please, don't give me that line "you are willing to relocate so that you might sit at my feet".  Really?  Where you going to sleep, how are you going to eat?  

If you impress me AMAZINGLY I might be willing to spend some time talking, but you are gonna have to be pretty amazing to make me spend that time and take that chance.

9/11/2010 8:12:07 AM
What an interesting week!  Lots of contacts here, but mostly of the "do me" variety or living very far away.  sigh.... Several that I thought could turn into something but then nothing more from them.   Obviously a slow season for getting to know people.  Ah well!  Sometimes the hunt is half the fun!

9/8/2010 6:08:30 PM

Do you want it?  You know you do…

C’mere baby.

Open up and take that in your mouth for me.

I know you love the way it feels,

Skin so soft, stretched so tight

Hot and alive in your mouth.

And I know that you love the fact

That I am watching you,

Watching that silken slip and slide.

I am pleased.


2/9/2010 10:09:24 AM

Wha ha ha ha!  I unabashedly stole this from a post on F**Life from someone else who stole this from a Dommes journal who stole it from a male subs journal. grin. And like the Lady said......its sooo funny and way too true!

So I stole it too......

"Dear Mistress, Do me, do me, do this to me, do that to me, do this other thing to me, wear these clothes while you are doing it, force me to do these other things, and by the way I expect some kinky sex acts.

Here is a picture of my big hard cock for Your pleasure. I've only sent it to 6,342 women on this site so far, so it should make you feel really special that I'm sending it to you too. I won't pay you money because pros are so selfish and demanding.

You have to do all this stuff to me just because You like it, and if You don't, then obviously you are not a Real Domme. I didn't actually read your profile and I could not care less about what you are looking for or who you are as a person. I just want you to wear sexy clothes and do me.

I'm married and sneaking around so discretion is a must. I expect you to stay in your dungeon and never talk to me if you happen to see me on the street with my real friends and family. I can't give You my phone number or my real name either.

But I'm really, really submissive. In fact, I am your total sex slave. To prove it, here is another picture of my big hard cock in bondage.

If you're a Real Domme, you will write back immediately. If you don't write back, you're just a fake, so fuck you, bitch.

Submissively, Your Slave."


I am rolling on the freaking floor! 


2/5/2010 9:20:10 PM

He thought that the collar was the hardest part.  It was just so “there”.  He had been able to embrace the other things that came along with belong to Her, the sexy new clothes, the submission, the little rituals, but the collar was “more”. Maybe if it had been a simple chain, or plain leather it wouldn’t have been so bad, but this was…well, it was a dog collar, something that Fido or Spot would wear. She had special ordered it and all, from one of those expensive on line specialty stores, but it still felt like a dog collar.

It wasn't so bad to wear it at home. In fact, he really, really liked the way that Her expression focused when she fastened it around his neck. Her eyes got an intense look, and Her mouth would open slightly as she pulled the leather through the buckle and the collar tightened on his neck  – maybe just a tiny bit too tightly for real comfort.

Sometimes, he wore in out in public, because she asked him to.  The collar made him feel vulnerable in a way that other things didn't.  Realistically, the new look was great, in a way. He got tons of attention from strangers of both sexes, but he was careful to never, ever give the impression of any real interest. She was possessive and he liked being able to sit down, really he did.

Sitting in the living room one evening, She on the couch and he on the floor beside Her, she asked, "What are you thinking about, babe?"

"My collar, Mistress," He replied without meeting her eyes.

She slid from the couch, crouching beside him on the floor to run light fingers along the warm skin above the black leather. "Do you like this collar, baby?" She asked.

"If it pleases you," he replied, remaining still.

She moved in closer, her lips nearly touching the top of his bowed head. "It does please me. It does. Do you know why?"

"No, Mistress," he answered truthfully.

"It pleases me because you wear it, even though you don’t like it. You never say a word - you just do it because it's what I want. You do it for me. You please me, baby. She ran his hand over the collar one more time before returning to the sofa.

He swallowed hard, feeling the warm leather around his throat, and thought that maybe the collar wasn't so bad after all.


2/4/2010 6:35:01 PM

I was thinking of you today….the way you feel in my hands, the warmth and the weight of you, the firmness of those twin globes in my hand like a warm ripe fruit.  Your skin is so soft, stretched tight over the shaft, like a silken sheath, a drop of opalescence at the tip as an offering.  I love the symmetry of you, the shape, the smell, the feel and the taste of you, but most of all I love that you offer yourself so completely, giving me this most vulnerable of gifts.


2/4/2010 6:17:17 PM
Oh another lovely email tonight from a little slave boy who implied that I had taken a close up picture of a certain body part to hide the fact that I am very obese!  LOL  Too, too funny!  The great part is, he lives like 700 miles from me.  What the hell does he care anyway? 

It always amazes me that the anonymity of the Internet gives people a certain license for rudeness they would never have balls enough for up close and personal.

I sent the little slave boy to his closet for a wank, because that's ALL the attention he deserves from me!  Can you say "block and delete"?

1/30/2010 7:45:12 PM
Gosh, I was informed tonight that I am just another "clueless Domme"!  ~laughing~  Really?  And this from someone who has never even had a conversation with me!

It's a shame that people let their anger and frustration rule them.

1/25/2010 5:22:22 PM
Want to know how NOT to get attention from a Dominant woman?  It's with crap like this, "crawls meekly to Your beautiful presence...ever sensing Your supremacy, cowering in Your radiance the boy curls up under Your towering figure, stutters greetings great mistress Wv."

Ugh....

Talk to me like a person!  If I wanted a dog, I'd go to the pound!

1/9/2010 5:52:32 PM
I love it when people can genuinely make me laugh!  Openminded slave read my previous journal entry and responds:

Well after reading your journal entry about all the admires your are having from NY and NJ  I have some thoughts on  what may be happening to you .

1. Your profile is compelling and  they are draw to you  by your words

2. the red top is erotic with just a hint of your body .Very classy and pushes the imagination.

3. There are alot of Mafia guys who are comming to WV to get rid of the bodies and want to have dinner with you .

4. NY/NJ  do not take the time to  use Mapquest  to see where Hiuntington is .

5. Or maybe, your such a rare flower , that maybe there are no real doms up there.

Thanks for the laugh...I did need that!


1/9/2010 3:45:58 PM
Getting a lot of mail lately from the New York/New Jersey area.  Is it something in the water up there?  Seeing as how I DON'T do cyber relationships, what  possible use could I have for a submissive male who lives in NY?  Do you know how far WV is from NY?  Now, if you are planning to move to this area in the next six months, maybe we can talk, otherwise that's all it is...talk.

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