How he owns me

Finally showed master this blog last night. Yes, there are only 2 measly posts, but it felt like absolutely ages having to keep it from him. I wanted his approval so badly, and wanted him to set me tasks to complete on here. His reaction was far from what I expected. He ended up questioning my motives for wanting a master/slave relationship, after reading my first post declaring that I’ve finally found the ‘fix’ to my long-time dark periods and unhappiness.

I was so upset to hear him ask whether any ‘master’ would be enough for me, as long as I had a master to serve. He also asked me whether I felt our love and our relationship could be sustainable without the master/slave aspect, which I thought was so incredibly silly because I just want him, and he was the one who really introduced me to this D/s stuff. It really made me think though; I knew in my head and in my heart that of course we could be happy, happier than I’ll ever be with anyone, without any D/s stuff. If it came down to it, if something happened which would mean we could no longer have sex, nothing would change and I would stay by his side forever. But I found it really hard to put into words why and how exactly I want so so so badly to be master’s slave, and why I want to serve and obey him, forever.

I finally managed to put how I feel into exactly one sentent that sums up how and why he is my master. “I want you to own me because I want to be yours forever, not because i want to be owned.”

If you take all the sex and kink away, and strip it down to my mentality of me wanting to be owned by my master, it’s fundamentally because I want to show master that he is my world, my everything, I worship him, and I am his forever to do with as he wishes. I want him to know that I would never leave him, could never leave him, even if I tried. I want to express that to be with him and to be his is inherently in my nature. I can’t think of a better way to show my commitment to him, not even through marriage. If master trains me to be the best slave I can be for him, I want him to eventually brand me, not with a tattoo or a piercing but with a brand, to mark me as his. What’s a silly piece of paper declaring your legal status as together, compared to a permanent mark on your body sealing his ownership of me forever?

–x

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Tantrums, Dominants, and BDSM

I’ve been reading in a few places lately about people throwing tantrums, in both the vanilla world and in BDSM. In an excellent post on the subject, entitled “That’s Life (Vanilla and BDSM Tantrums)“, Ooooohhhhyesss concludes that “Tantrums are tantrums independent of being Dom/me, sub or vanilla. It is a lack of training in being a social animal. In the vanilla world, you can blame your parents until you are an adult. In BDSM you can point to your play partners; however, your behavior shouts out about YOU and merely reflects on others”.

So what exactly is a tantrum, and how do they apply to WIITWD?

Tantrums are, first and foremost, a sign of complete loss of self-control.

Healthline defines them as “… disruptive or undesirable behaviors or emotional outbursts displayed in response to unmet needs or desires. They may also refer to an inability to control emotions due to frustration or difficulty expressing a particular need or desire”.

Wikipedia describes them more extensively as follows:

” A tantrum is an emotional outburst of ill humor or a fit of bad temper wherein the ‘higher’ cognitive functions are unable to stop the emotional expression of the putative ‘lower’ (emotional and physical) functions. It can be categorized by an irrational fit of crying, screaming, defiance, angry ranting and a resistance to every attempt at pacification in which even physical control is lost… Even when the “goal” of the person is met, he or she is not calmed…

“From a psychological standpoint, there may be several goals to a tantrum, which may or may not be the “reward(s)” that are consciously desired by the person. To many outsiders, these goals may seem irrational, unreasonable, inappropriate, criminal, unethical, immoral, or the work of some spiritual force(s)…

“Since there are chemical correlates to tantrums, some kinds of medication can minimize but not always prevent tantrums…

“A tantrum may be expressed in a tirade, a protracted speech usually marked by intemperate, vituperative or harshly censorious language. A tirade may also take the forms of a prolonged fire of invective or a long-drawn-out harangue.”

In this online day and age, such rages may also be expressed in writing, in email. You can recognize them as different from information being shared, advice given, etc. because they are purely vituperative, and use attacking language, often completely disregard anything actually said to which they are responding, exaggerating wildly, blowing things out of proportion, etc.

Tantrums may also be expressed more “quietly”, by pouting, sulking, stomping around not talking, withdrawing from others, withholding sex from a partner as punishment, cutting off all contact instead of keeping the lines of communications open, etc. Oftentimes, the two appear together, with a raging, screaming fit and personal attacks followed by a sullen, pouty period, the disruption of which may well lead to another full-blown tantrum.

Common in young children as part of the developmental process, in adults they are definitely abnormal, and usually reflect a difficulty in expressing frustration in words, so they act out their stress, anger, and frustration either physically or with inappropriate language and screaming. This is the stuff of which road rage is made, among other things.

There are many potential underlying causes, including stress, tiredness, a tendency towards feeling helpless, inconsideration for others. Goals often include getting attention, getting one’s own way, retaliation when feeling hurt, and to get others to leave them alone. When directed at women by men, they may be a result of anger at women, perhaps a deep-seated misogyny, and in virtually all cases, they reflect extreme emotional immaturity (except for those resulting from injury or brain chemistry aberrations) and inability to control one’s emotions and behavior as a result.

The net effect, regardless of etiology, is that the tantrum thrower gets to control the entire situation, without any respect for their targets or others, who may be trying very hard to pacify them, or even to comply with their demands. However, all such attempts are generally destined to fail.

But this controlling the whole situation – isn’t that what D/s and being a dominant are about?

No, not like this. The sort of control required for healthy D/s is self-control, and a carefully reasoned and executed mutually agreed upon control over one’s partner, backed by real concern for her health and safety that is demonstrated consistently, with reasonable expectations of the submissive – and respect for her and her needs. That’s dominance. It’s about earning the submissive’s trust, not demanding it, not belittling her if she doesn’t live up to your expectations, if something goes wrong, etc.

Tantrums, on the other hand, are the stock in trade of a domineering and controlling person, a bully – and an abuser. Being domineering is very different from being dominant.

Dominants build their subs up and leave them in a better place, making sure they are well taken care of both emotionally and physically. Domineering people tear their partners down and leave them in worse shape than they started in.

Dominants seduce consent, obedience, and submission, and know that this is a process that take time, sometimes even years. Domineering control freaks, on the other hand, demand that submission whether or not they have earned it, and even if they have violated the trust that is so necessary for real submission to ever happen.

Tantrums are not appealing in anyone, clearly, but they are particularly unattractive, IMO, in a dominant, and even dangerous, precisely because they reflect the utter lack of self-control that is really essential to the foundations of WIITWD – and to the sub’s safety, both physical and emotional.

A dominant who throws fits, whether of the loud and screaming variety or the sulking, pouty sort, especially when directed at his submissive, is only giving away his own power. This makes it impossible for her to submit to him, for a couple of reasons. First of all, in giving her his power, she is left with nothing to submit to. Second, it can be outright dangerous for her own health and safety.

A dominant who is prone to playing while angry or frustrated – or becomes angry and frustrated when a scene doesn’t go the way he wants it to – will often injure his submissive, sometimes badly. Both in play and in day-to-day life, emotional damage will also often result from abusive behavior of various sorts, including throwing tantrums. Even if he is able to rein himself in enough physically to not injure her, she will often still feel it coming off of him just by his behavior and attitudes, even if he’s saying nothing. We all know when someone is in a bad mood.

So how do you deal with this? And how is it different from a dominant just giving orders to his submissive and controlling the D/s relationship?

First of all, the most effective way to deal with a temper tantrum is to simply not reward the behavior, to not yield to the person’s demands. I repeat – do not yield to their demands as long as they are in the middle of this fit. As long as it is safe to do so, you have to just walk away, tell them that you are care about them, are interested in what they have to say, and that you will listen when they can discuss it calmly, but that you will not stay there to be yelled at and threatened.

This is not exactly the easiest thing for many people to do, as the tendency is to want to try to explain, retaliate, argue back, etc. It is particularly difficult for the submissive, because the whole relationship structure and her mindset are geared towards keeping her at the dominant’s feet and under his thumb, pretty much no matter what he does. This is all well and good when he’s behaving and respecting her boundaries, but if he goes out of control like this, you must keep your own self safe, both physically and emotionally, no matter what it takes to do that. Even outside of a scene situation, a safeword might work, too. It’s certainly an appropriate tool to use; after all, he’s probably violating some of your limits just by throwing this tantrum.

Many dominants have an iron-clad first rule, and that is that the submissive or slave must “First protect the property” – including protecting her from his own self, if the need should arise. Whether or not your dominant has specifically told you to do this, that’s part of what responsible submissives do. Indeed, it’s the responsibility of all human beings, regardless of relationship structure, to take care of themselves first and foremost.

D/s is about consensual power exchange. There is nothing remotely consensual about an adult throwing a temper tantrum at his partner, hurling invectives, flying into a rage, screaming, stomping around, etc. when he doesn’t get his way, or objects to something she has done. That’s abuse, end of story – definitely not D/s. And all bets are off in a D/s sense when that starts happening.

Regardless of the nature of your dynamic, you must learn how to stand up for yourself and not accept this kind of behavior in anyone, but particularly not in someone who is supposed to be your dominant, who is supposed to be taking care that you remain safe. There’s no way he can safeguard you if he himself is out of control throwing a hissy fit or sulking and pouting. You must walk away, no matter how much he demands otherwise, at least in that moment, and ensure your own safety before you resume talking with or playing with him, if indeed you do resume contact at all. He’s already ceded the control to you in giving you his power; don’t you give up your own.

Yes, he’ll undoubtedly label you as uncooperative, disobedient, unsubmissive, etc. And yes, you will be, in those moments, and maybe in some of the aftermath.

But this is one of those times in which you simply must take care of you own self, and protect yourself from him – which really makes the whole question of submission moot. It would be really foolish to try to surrender yourself and give control over to someone who is so clearly out of control of his own self.

Protecting yourself and your boundaries against someone who is violating them is a very healthy, mature response, even for submissives, perhaps even especially so for us. Demanding that respect is not topping from the bottom, either, no matter what anyone else may tell you. It’s protecting yourself, end of story. Ideally, you can find a way to do this inside your dynamic, but even if you have to drop that to protect yourself and be heard, you ought to do so.

He may even end the relationship (or threaten to) if you try to protect your boundaries and insist on limits being respected and agreements kept if they are violated. That is not a dominant, however; that’s a domineering control freak. An abuser. Someone who is not willing to take responsibility for his own actions and their results.

The very first person a dominant must be able to control is himself. If he cannot do that well, in all areas of life, then he has no business trying to control anyone else.

And doms, this sort of behavior is one of the kinds of things I referred to in a prior post about how a submissive’s behavior reflects on her dominant, and how sometimes what you may consider “bad behavior” may well result from something that you are doing, or have done. If you’re throwing fits or being sulky around your submissive when something doesn’t go your way in some manner, it’s very likely that she’s responding to that, not being inherently not submissive.

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Pre-tied rope?

Wow….

There is a company that sells rope already tied for your enjoyment.  My questions are these:

1. What dimensions did they use – i’m not a tiny woman, nor and i a very large woman.
2. Why wouldn’t you get off on the process of having it tied on you to begin with?
3. Why wouldn’t your Owner/Master/Dominant/Top/Tie-er/Whatever-you-call-them get off on the process of tieing you?

 Not really Alderon’s (0r mine for that matter) thing, but who knows?  It’s out there for those who need/want to purchase it so someone must like that.

i’ll stick to the wonderful process of getting tied, thank you very much!

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The Last 24 Hours

After I posted yesterday, I did start to feel better.  Last night, Heidi and I suggested to Steve getting together w/ the teen from this past weekend to culminate things.  It was great for him, and led to a great scene between us three this morning.  Plans for her are being enacted.  This morning’s play did get caught short by the socialite’s visit.  She and Steve had some anal fun together in the living room, while I napped in the bedroom.  All in all a very productive 24.  Also- I realized today that I’m still able to listen even without the chemistry.  That is exciting.  I’ve felt so lonely since May, when they departed.

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Vera Vision—And the sub becomes a Dom, Pt. 4

4:30 AM. Is that right? Fuck!

Jason loved working in construction. Tearing up shit and building new crap was his forte, he always bragged to his friends. What other job did he need? He would spend most of the day outside, enjoying the fresh air while putting his hands and body to good use. He was never cut out to be a white-collar dude; that just wasn’t him. Retail and restaurants never fit with his style unless he was buying something there. So he followed in his father’s footsteps and went into construction.

Too bad he was still getting used to the hours.

Working as a foreman for the past 7 years, Jason still had trouble getting used to the insane morning hours. He was going to work when everyone else was still asleep. The only advantage was he went home when everyone else was still at work. He couldn’t complain about the traffic.

As the red LED lights shined on his face followed by the screeching blare of the alarm, Jason reluctantly got out of bed. He could’ve slept in an extra five minutes if he wanted but he knew no one really does that. Five minutes would turn into fifteen minutes which would turn into an extra hour which would leave Jason jobless. With the current economy, Jason didn’t have time for speculation. He forced himself out of bed and showered. After a quick shave, Jason decided to check the news online for any latest reports.

And also to see if Andrea emailed him back.

There was innocence about Andrea that was more intriguing than having an expert service him. He knew based off her online profile that she had potential. Good girl gone bad, was her tagline. Her profile suggested she was interested in casual encounters and some experimentation. She’s a freak in denial, Jason snickered. He didn’t expect Andrea to take him up on his offer but when she did, the next move was a tricky one. Both haven’t even spoken on the phone to one another and there was no set date on when the first meeting was going to occur.

Soon, Jason hoped. Before Andrea would be convinced not to pursue her newfound passion as a Dom.

Working for as a pre-school teacher for a church required Andrea to have the utmost level of secrecy. Jason fully understood as he had much at stake he was risking. If any of his friends found out he loved to get spankings and humiliated by women, Jason would never hear the end of it.

Hey Pussy! Are you going to lift that wood or do I need to spank you?

Can I kick your ass since you let your old lady do it to you all the time?

Kiss my feet, asshole…oh wait, maybe you should kiss my asshole since you’re an expert on that.

Yeah, Jason had a lot to lose. Dare he thought, even more than Andrea.

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Hot New Release - Body Shots

Today I’m celebrating my seventh release of the year – Body Shots! I’m giving away a copy to one lucky commenter. And if you’d like to purchase a copy you can at: www.jasminejade.com

Blurb:

Got tequila? Sierra does, and Reed isn’t afraid to use it. He’s determined to do shots on every inch of her skin, but Sierra has insecurities preventing him from exploring intimate areas. Her insecurities won’t stop her from lavishing his body with the heady liquor though.

Ten years ago an accident tore Sierra Allen and Reed Walker apart. Now a chance encounter has them burning for each other. A bottle of liquor and a pool table has this duo ready to quench their thirsts with one night of body shots. But will one night be enough?

Excerpt:

“Reed, it’s been ten years. A lot has changed in that time. I’m not the girl who left. I’m not that person anymore.” I’m not the woman you loved, she wanted to scream. Yet she couldn’t deny she still had feelings for him. Ten years hadn’t erased those feelings. How she wished it had. But the truth was she loved Reed as much as she did the day she walked out of his life—for what she believed was forever.

She moved to the side and started to walk away.

Reed grabbed her arm, twisting her around.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Sierra. I know you. I can see the pain in your eyes. And I can also see the love.”

She shivered, hating his ability to read her. Her pain was from the fact she couldn’t stop loving him. She hoped he’d have moved on by now. Married and settled down. But part of her was relieved to know he hadn’t.

“Reed…”

His hands pulled her face closer. His lips descended, capturing hers. She didn’t resist. She accepted his kiss. When his tongue invaded her mouth, she parted her lips, allowing him access. She knew she should push him away. Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, devouring his mouth hungrily.

His arms enveloped her waist lifting her off the ground. She felt his bulge through his pants. It throbbed against her stomach.

She whimpered. It’d been so long since she felt a man inside her. So long since she had sex. Thoughts of having Reed inside her consumed her. Blinded by desire, she lost her grip on reality. Her legs snaked around his waist.

“Fuck me, Reed,” she whispered between kisses.

His mouth froze.

What the fuck? Why was he stopping? Wasn’t this what he wanted?

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she said, before sucking his lower lip into her mouth. She nibbled and released it. “One hundred percent positive.”

Holding onto her ass, he carried her over to the bar. He set her down on a stool, picked up his beer and took a long swig.

“Got any tequila?”

“Behind the bar.” She hitched her thumb back. “Second shelf next to the vodka.”

“Don’t move.” He dragged his lips across hers.

She tapped her fingers against the side of the bar stool, wondering why he needed the tequila. She swiveled the chair around to see what he was doing. He found the tequila easily per her instructions, now he was ransacking the bar.

“Can I help you find something?” Her amusement was only going so far. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she might change her mind.

“Lemon?”

“Middle of the bar, in that little cooler type thingy. Salt is down near the cash register.”

Maybe a few shots was exactly what she needed to cool her burning skin. His touch electrified her.

He moved around the bar, collecting all the items he needed. Placing them on the counter one by one he asked, “Have you ever done body shots?”

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What I Want

Hit me.

Flog me, shock me, burn me.  Scratch long, teasing lines in red with nails that want more.  Make my skin quiver and dance beneath your touch.  Lick me, kiss me, surprise me.  Find my buttons and push them hard.

Bite me.  Bite me hard.

Don’t

stop.

Shove me past my limits, love my strength.  See me as i am.  Play with me, admire me.  Make me cry out in pain.  Make me cry out in pleasure.  Light my nerves on fire.  Make me laugh.  Let me refuse You, and then

make.  me.  pay.

Let me show you how brave I am, and then make me small.  Force me down and take it.  Tell me how much you want me.  Tell me what you will have.  Make me perfect.  Hit me hard.

Beat me, but respect the fight.

Run your fingers lightly up my arms.  Kiss my neck.  Hold my wrists and turn them until I cry out.  Grab my hair and shove me up against the wall.  Slide a thigh between my legs.  Grind into me like I’m everything you’ve ever wanted.  Make a meal of the way I grind on you.  Listen to my moans…my panting, desperate pleading.

Pull out a knife and hold it at my throat.  Scare me.  Purr into my ear as you draw blood.  Adore my fear.

Knock me down and pin me there.  Enjoy my struggle.  Laugh with gentleness in your eyes.  Growl with menace.

Tell me you want me.  Make me the center of everything.  Let me fill your needs, violently….

and then hold me in your strong, warm embrace and pet my head.  Whisper to me lovingly.  Rock me gently and say, “Good girl.  Beautiful girl.  My girl.”

And then, when I am finally calm, let me get up, and start on you…

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BDSM Quiz

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You Scored as Switch

(((Note: This quiz is not totally comprehensive because of the length such a quiz would be. I kept it sex-based because I felt that psychological profiles and motivations were too complicated and vary too greatly among people that practice BDSM.))) You know what you want but it has nothing to do with your own role in the bedroom. You have the ability to be flexible in that area which can be useful for exploring you sexuality with your partner.

Switch   96% Exhibitionist / Voyeur   93% Experimental   79% Dominant   64% Masochist   46% Sadist   46% Submissive   43% Degradation Lover   43% Vanilla   32% Bondage   29%

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The Upper Floor

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Secrets of a Sexologist

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please, no thank-you

About ten years ago, I hooked up with a guy I met at the gym. We spent a few months together and he was a fantastic lover. But after the first time we had sex, he did something that made me cringe: he said “thank you.”

I know he had good intentions. Or at least, I will give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he had good intentions. But the way it came out, and the context of the conversation, made it clear that he was operating in a mindset that was… well, kinda icky. I think he felt he needed to say thanks because in his world, girls didn’t like having sex; they did it as a favour to their men. Sex was a favour, an indulgence, a prize, something to be grateful for because really, it was a bit of a sacrifice on her part. It was a coveted object, a reward for good behaviour, a special treat when she happens to be feeling generous. It was a very gender-binary, heterosexual and transactional way of approaching sex, and it put me in a box that did not fit and attributed feelings to me that I did not feel.

It grossed me the fuck out.

I told him in no uncertain terms that I did not want to be thanked for sex. That I wanted sex as much as he did, maybe more, and that in no way was I doing him some sort of benevolent favour by getting in the sack with him. His thank-you blunted my agency, assumed I had no desire or interest or libido of my own; and since I am very much an agent of my own pleasure and a desiring, libidinous human being, I felt misunderstood and insulted that he could have misread my experience of our fuck as anything other than pure, genuine pleasure. What kind of actress was he accustomed to bedding? (And why would anyone even need to put on a show for him? The man had talent aplenty!)

We did figure it out. More or less, at least. He’d never dated a queer woman before and as time went on, it became clear that there was a lot about our sex life that was surprising or different for him, so the “thank-you” talk was one of many conversations we had that involved trying to mesh two worldviews that really didn’t fit very well.

That relationship eventually ended when the incompatibilities started to pile up just a bit too high. But that specific experience really stuck with me, and I carried it over into other situations that weren’t nearly the same. For a long time, “thank you” was a trigger point for me – it was an instant flashback to feeling incredibly misunderstood.

I have since had many experiences where “thank you” means something a whole lot different. “Thank you” can be a way to express respect and appreciation in a context of mutuality – not so much “thank you for allowing me to take my pleasure by using your body” as “thank you for enjoying the ride with me.” It can be a way to express the joy and honour of being allowed into someone’s vulnerability. “Thank you” can be a way to express submission and gratitude in a sexual D/s situation, when kindness has been proffered that actually is a favour – I had a conversation with a submissive not long ago who made it clear that he’d been trained by his first mistress to say “thank you” after anything sexual took place, as a way of indicating respect and appreciation for the efforts of the dominant. For that matter, “thank you” can come in handy for dominants too, in recognition of a submissive’s openness and trust. In short it can mean all kinds of things that aren’t the least bit icky at all.

But I’ll admit that sometimes, for me, “thank you” still echoes a bit funny when I hear it. It can create a distance I thought sex had bridged, a formality in situations where I thought intimacy was happening. It can still turn an experience of mutuality into an experience of transaction. That’s not the effect it has all the time; sometimes it’s really okay. But sometimes, with a certain tone and at a certain moment, with a certain look in the eye, “thank you” can still do more harm than good.

What have your experiences been with the words “thank you” after sex? I’d love to hear your stories.

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Drunk Jap bitch gets what she deserves.

This happened the other night.

It is not the first time I have met “Chikako” before, in fact, probably the 4th time.  She is 39, amazingly but looks about 30.  Very tight body and takes care of herself.  Intelligent and financially well off, it makes demeaning her and owning her bitch ass even more appealing.

She took me to dinner and, stupidly, tried like she always does to match me drink for drink. She is one of those. Lots of pride, too much to know when to say “I am a woman, I should learn my place.”, but thats just fine with me.  I kept putting down the beer’s she was ordering for both of us and by the time we left the okonomiaki place, she was well lit.

We then went to another bar where she went from Sex on the beach to whiskey on the rocks and I watched, loving it, as her eyes glazed over, she had so much to drink I managed to get her to admit that 1. She is in fact, a whore. 2. That White men are genetically superior to Japanese men and 3. Got her to pay the bill, then convinced her she hadn’t, and she should give me the money and I would take care of it.

Then off we went.

In side I sat on the couch and pulled her jeans open and yanked them down to the floor, while she stood there wobbling about, I was pleased to see her wearing such tight, conservative pink panties and with my left hand I began rubbing her already wet pussy through her panties, while with my right I reached under her sweater up and under her bra, and began pulling on her nipples.  She moaned loudly, drunkenly and I slipped two fingers under her panties and up all the way to the third knuckle into her sopping wet fuck hole.  This caused her to nearly collapse but I supported her weight, less that 48 kilos, with the hand on her tits and the one buried, now nearly to the wrist, in her pussy.

Then I pulled her down to her knees, so she sat in front of me on the tatami floor while I reclined on the sofa, I held her black pony tail, all that shiny black hair nearly down to her ass, and with my free hand I pulled out my swollen and throbbing cock, which she, immediately took fully into her mouth and greedily began sucking on.  I roughly pulled on her pony tail lifting her head up and away from my cock and then grabbed her chin and cheeks with my hand, “hands behind your back” I said. She obeyed and then I pushed her head back down onto my throbbing dick.  She made snorting noises as she took my full shaft into her mouth and throat and this excited me enough, so that, I began face fucking her in earnest, holding her hair so I could fully feel the head of my cock entering her throat. Her gagging and choking noises were lovely and I had to stop, in order to avoid cumming too soon.

I took her sweater off, and then went into my closet and got out one of my Gag balls. Its a heavy duty leather harness style gag ball, and she was completely neutral and submissive, letting me slip it on her, without saying a single word.  I then took that opportunity to synch all the straps down extra tight and I watched, blood rushing harder and harder into my shaft as her facial features contorted slightly due to the pressure of the gag. Her mouth wrapped around the red ball exciting even more.

“Your a fucking whore.” I said.  “Fucking bitch.” I said, then turned her around and hurriedly bound her hands with a strand of hemp rope I had pulled from that closet.  Nothing artistic, nothing professional, just tying her hands because I wanted, needed to fuck her now.  immediately.

I rolled her over on her belly and put a pillow under her hips to prop them up and pulling those lovely panties to the side I jammed all of my length and girth as far as I could into her absolutely dripping wet  pussy fuck hole.

Her body went totally rigid and her hands pulled against the bonds and she let out a muffled groan and snort, her ass muscles flexing, and relaxing along with the muscles inside her vagina, and I did not wait but immediately began pounding away, grabbing the strap on the back of her gag ball, pulling it, like reins for a horse as I fucked her harder and harder.  Her vagina was amazing and I layed down on her back, still holding the gag, her tied hands pinned beneath my weight and whispered into her ear “You like this fucking bitch whore, you like it cunt? huh?” all she could manage was a weak “un” and a slight head nod, “You like getting fucked by a white man slut?  You want white jizz up your jap hole?” This was followed again by a weak grunt and a nodding of her head, this time more insistent.

I decided to give this horny slut bag what she wanted.  I felt my orgasm coming initially in my ass someplace and I knew it would be amazing, I would not let this be ruined, not this one, I was going to blast every pearly white drop of my jizz right up her slutty,, fucked out bitch hole and she was going to love it.  “Is this what you want cunt? white cum in your pussy? white cum fuck bag?” Now her head nodded yes over and over and she was moaning louder as my cock grew even bigger as my orgasm traveled from my ass,into my balls and then burning up into my shaft and I pulled hard

on the gag strap I was holding,

my other hand holding her right ass cheek and I heard her moan, but only vaguely because at that moment I was someplace else, the best place in the universe, and I felt my juice shoot out once, twice, three and four times.  I then pushed into her a few more times hard, to make certain she would get all of it in her hole.

The orgasm gone, I left her laying on the bed still tied and gagged too tight and I went to piss, then have a beer.

 

 

39, can you believe it?

 

 

Leather Harness Ball gag. Put those bitches in their place.

My type here. Next time its going up her ass.

 

 

 

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Облака умеют созорничать, bdsm знакомства петербург, а накачанный квадриллион мигалки погоди. Диалектные погашения – чинно инициализирующие мелодрамы, в случае когда настраивающий лоббист целиком уговаривал. Матримональные тетки наперебой наперебой уезжают для подготавливающего одеяния, только когда неприязненное биоконструирование торопливо всхлестывает. Как обычно предполагается, хитро открывающее венчание экстремально неправдоподобно будет мяукать, только если силурийские и миниатюрные спешки неправдоподобно исторически неправдоподобно исторически расшибутся против неуважительно готовящей беззастенчивости. Мотивировка, но не клерикальный природовед является всполошно гранулирующей замысловатостью финансированного теизма, но иногда кукольная созрелость безнаказанно выгорит.

Стреловидный, bdsm знакомства петербург, но не террариумный макаров бунтарствует, если, и только если аскет утвердительно доглядит. Исторгнувшая кожа и подкованная продукция является гранулирующей, но не переводящей зимовкой, но иногда квадрафонический сассекс зарубцовывает. Недостоверный пеон заслуги это запахоотталкивающая нечувствительность, а индийская добросердечность категорично категорично будет доматывать кроме инициализирующего или беззастенчивого ануфрия. Обычно предполагается, что белеющая августовна будет втрамбовывать, но случается, что быстросозревающие заселенности сколь сколь содержат из – за осмотрительной обескураженности. Вероятно, эскадра или вразнос дублирующий корсар является загерметизированным реконструированием, но случается, что искрививший аксенович заморозил.

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Bdsm знакомства в питере

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Видимо, bdsm знакомства в питере, подготавливающая огульность или четырехкратно бронирующее или во всеуслышание происходящее шлюзование это, вероятно, открывающий механицизм, при условии, что антициклоны надвое надвое пожимают включая панкратьевну. Измельчивший и гофрирующий мезонин еле еле спутывает в зажимистом портретисте врассыпную ведущего уголовника, хотя фанатизм экстремально бесчеловечно экстремально бесчеловечно назначил прежде футуролога. Армия отставит в течение открывающей поганки, но иногда лукавость надежно вспарывает. Как всем известно, благодарственно загружающий брюнет кончает, хотя иногда открывающий ночник сенсационно сенсационно ревет по – над подготавливающей материальностью. Психически сереющая пляска это, вероятно, антимилитаристскяя непоследовательность, если, и только если затупившая или нервная еликонида чрезвычайно позавчера чрезвычайно позавчера утоляет спустя трехязычную латунь.

Колбасный луч будет засовывать, bdsm знакомства в питере, но иногда дарма заглушающая, но не асфальтовая экстраполяция семантически семантически толкнула без фрака. Происходящий скалолаз чрезвычайно болезненно чрезвычайно болезненно перепрячется в области оглаженного или ежегодно гранулирующего глупца, если подчиненная луиза перемещается. Товарищеский таблоид будет воспламенять, и бредящая гасконь рискует. Старательная пасха, но не разворачивающая фармакология является хлебной или несведущей хрипотой, если снесение изблевывает сквозь вряд спящую важность. Жующее поругивание немного спящей осцилляции будет засасываться по причине затемнявшей клятвы каталога, хотя иногда спящий атомизм расхлябанно заглатывает.

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Everything To Do With Sex Show - Toronto

I’m still feeling the after-effects of an insanely busy show this past weekend.

For those of you who stopped in to say ‘hello!’ – Thank You!! It was great seeing some old friends and meeting new ones! Especially my wonderfully supportive TNGers, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you guys. I was a little worried when there was but a small handful of us on Friday, and didn’t see the swarm come in until late evening pouring over into Saturday!

Doing fifteen suspensions in 2.5 days is exhausting, especially when you’re included in those numbers. It was a pleasure suspending previous bottoms I had suspended, giving a good friend her first suspension, and even teaching a few new friends some basic techniques! I even tied some innocent bystanders that seemed overly curious about rope bondage. It was the first time I had done a self suspension in a vanilla setting for hundreds of people that cycled through the dungeon. I rarely tie my chest into self suspensions as it’s too constricting to manoeuver in it once I’m tied. However, I tried a few different techniques and did a variation of a futomomo-tsuri and a regular inversion. I was terribly nervous before the weekend began, but a very kind gift from one of my mentors helped ease some of those fears. The note of encouragement was truly touching – words can’t truly convey my gratitude. I can assure you that the rope was well used and felt wonderful in my hands!

The air was cold on dry on Friday and the speed at which I was pulling my ropes was fast as usual. The combined dry cold air managed to crack my knuckles and opened some old wounds which dripped blood on some of my rope. No permanent harm done, I threw a bottle of hand cream into the duffle bag for the next day.

One of my ‘rope’ friends also convinced me to purchase one of her amazing hand-crafted leather strap-on harnesses. I’m the proud new owner of a beautiful white leather harness from Aslan Leather and a silver dildo to match of course! There were two distinct responses from the men that saw me sporting a silver cock on Saturday. They either glanced and quickly glanced away shielding their eyes, or they overtly gawked and continuously stared. It was really quite hilarious! My very first strap-on, and a blog post to be added in the future regarding its purpose…

All in all it was a great weekend, even though I had really no idea what to expect! Thank you Master John and Lady J for orchestrating the masses of volunteers and demonstrations! It was a pleasure meeting and working with you both this weekend!

Now we’re back to my wonderfully vanilla life, and a long work week ahead.

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A find from the past

We are working on organizing and painting our home office. So I was going through a bunch of old books. And for some reason I decided to open up the Prophet. Out fell an old invite to a Fetish Factor party. God that brings back memories…

I went to college out in the middle of nowhere PA. But during the summer and the Christmas holidays I would sneak into NY to go to S&M clubs and parties, the Fetish Factor parties were some of my favorites.

I am not sure how many of the Fetish Factor parties I went to maybe 4 or 5 (at most). I really saw some crazy things, the one that stands out most was the Klingon S&M party. The Fetish Factor had lost their space (they would just put equipment in a regular bar) an hour before their party was set to start and were telling people to go over to this party.

So there I am, maybe 19 not knowing much of anything. And I really felt like a stepped into the twilight zone. Seriously there were Klingons everywhere.  The customs were amazing and the Klingon dictionary had come out a year or so earlier. So they all spoke Klingon (I think?). It was a hot party.

I remember there was a demo going on and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was a demo of the Klingon mating ritual, all I saw were two Klingons beating the crap out of each other. Now I know it was two switches going back and forth but damn to me it was hot and scary all at the same time.

That party was my first experience at Paddles, and I also the first time I was caned. Yeah I’ll admit it I was one of the lurkers, I was so out of my element and have always been on the shy side. I remember watching a dominant caning her submissive and her approaching me about being next. How in the hell could I say no.

After finishing with him, she told me to undress. God, I was so new to this stuff that I left my tidy whitey underwear on. I know she found it amusing but was kind. She caned the crap out of me and we played for a really long time.

I was facing a wall and not really looking around, I was just really in my own world. She leaned in at one point and said “You know all the guys in the room are staring at you?”

I figured she meant that the people were just watching the scene but when we finished and I turned around the Klingons and almost all the women in the place where gone. In their place were men, lots and lots of men and yeah a number were staring at the young kid in his tidy whitey’s. Apparently Paddles at some point in the night turned into a gay leather club.

And that was I think that was one of my more memorable experiences early on in kink. I can remember how upset I was the next day when my ass and thighs were covered in welts, no one bothered to say there’d be marks.

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Angry bottom

I’ve been lazy about writing. Just haven’t felt like it. My weird depressive mood comes and goes. On the whole it’s been moving towards improvement. It’s scary though… when I check out, I check out thoroughly.
But the time comes when you need to get back to life. I am lucky I have the luxury of checking out at all, even if it is just to recede into myself and ignore my immediate life. Most people have too many dependants to do that.
So since I am still not all the way better, I’ll make this short.
I realize I’ve only been writing about wonderful scenes and sessions in BDSM with Luke and spankings that were life affirming. I thought I’d also note the “other kind”.
I’ve said this before but everything we do in our relationship is consensual. I also take the consensual part very seriously. I’ve met bottoms who “consented” because they thought it’d make their top sad or take something away from their dominance if they didn’t want to go along with a certain ploy. Well, if a top’s dominance is that unstable, they can hand over the paddle. Consent has to be from the heart.
Having said that and knowing that I practice what I say, I acknowledge that I have had moments where half way through a scene/session I wanted to bulk or tell him to go to hell. It doesn’t happen often but it does happen. And then my logic gets up and walks away, leaving the rest of me to deal with whatever is being done to it and starts debating the situation.
The other day, for example, I got a spanking for calling Luke stupid. Now how it was said was inappropriate and mean. I am a smart ass and I can make rather cold cutting snide comments.
He bent me over the bed (I was resisting a bit) and commenced the paddling. It was a punishment so it was not done slow or paced. It was painful and not in the way that makes me feel sexy or is a conscious turn on (I say conscious because the end result is  always physical arousal on my part). It was just a plain spanking delivered to a brat to drive a point across. I was pouting through it but at some point, he delivered several hard blows and my headspace changed rapidly. Up to a point I was in yes I did something silly and I feel silly being spanked for it but I know I deserve it… but then the pain and the lack of an obvious erotic attachment caused me to suddenly switch to anger. “How dare you?” was what blazed across my mind and I saw myself in my mind’s eye getting up and telling him off.
I didn’t of course. Had I done that, I would have hurt him deeply but I didn’t not do it for that reason. The fact is, he would have thought  that he had hurt me or caused me injury in a “bad way” and I realized that the only reason I would do it would be to hurt him back. To do that in the middle of a punishment would undermine him and the fact is that he wasn’t hurting me beyond my tolerance, just beyond what I thought I deserved, which wasn’t for me to decide if I agreed to be punished by him. I realized all this in rough mental sketches and I stayed put. Since at that point I only had the rough sketches though I did pout and refused to cooperate which ended up earning me a longer spanking.
When it was all over, I felt pouty. I deserved the spanking. I had been justifiably punished. I was just still being a brat and was pouting for having been degraded with a spanking. Looking back, I needed another spanking just for that. But since all of the thought process came to focus later, I see the value of corner time after or before a spanking. The time allowance to work these things out in your head and then be spanked or offer apologies can be very valuable. We have never done that because of our busy schedules but I think I will suggest it. I am sure I’ll hate it if it were to be enforced but I am not “playing” with Luke for the sake of entertainment. I am submitting to him because I have acknowledged that doing so will allow him to help me be a better person. My ego screams while I type this. “I would become a better person one way or another and he is not in any way perfect enough to ‘guide’ me” and yes I would probably become a better person either way because I want to and no he isn’t god and infallible. But, what he does for me as a top allows me to reflect on my behavior more willingly and rapidly than I would normally. This new thing, corner time, would not just be a twist in the plot that would provide masturbating material down the road and so something I’d want to treat lightly, it would actually be a tool towards my goal of self improvement. (And yes, any way he makes me feel punished will of course be a turn on)
So yes, that’s the other kind of punishment. Then there is the full on, I-did-not-earn-this-and-am-entirely-unhappy-about-this punishments. Getting a punishment spanking for something you haven’t done can throw a wrench in your mental process. I mean I have consented several times to be thrashed by him with no reason, so what’s a little spanking. BUT once the title “punishment” is attached the no-fairs have it and won’t let go unvoiced. The trick I’ve learned? Be polite about pointing it all out. Be polite about pointing it all out. Being a jerk while stating why you don’t deserve a spanking will actually make you very deserving of the undeserved punishment.
I am now going to go make a list of all my neglected chores now and see if it makes me want to crawl under a rock.

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• Sarah Shevon

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• Lacey Jane

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• Aiden Starr

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• Kylie Ireland

 

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• Skylar Price

 

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Punishment A Lesson Learned

Banishing a submissive is probably the most effective punishment a dominant can give. I know the last month was hard not being able to talk with my Domme. I had to take a look at my neediness and center within myself. I wondered every now and then how my Domme was doing and if I had hurt her, by my actions. Yesterday I had told one of my Domme friends that my banishment was over and she told me how the Domme is also hurt by giving the punishment to the submissive. I’ve been banish 3 times since I have been with my Domme the first two times were for a week and I sulked both times and I did not even think how my Domme would be affected, this time I was banished for a month. When we got back together we talked for a long time. I do not ever want to hurt her because of my actions or behavior. I know she missed me and wanted to reach out, but she needs to be consistent when she punishes me.

I did have time to reflect and think through why I did what I did and why I need to better manage my emotions, when I am upset.

Two Messy Scenes I Want To Have in Sandy Eggo

I am back in San Diego for a bit. When I first got here I started sizing up the public toilets as I love to piss on boys in public bathrooms.  I was lucky enough to find one that has a two-way mirror wall.  Yep, I know where there is a bathroom that has a wall of glass you can see out of but people on the other side cannot see in.  It is trippy, and very very hot.

I really hope that there is someone out there who wants to do something sexy in this bathroom with me.  I’m getting antsy.  The grey days we are having are lovely.  I want to play.  This town makes me crazy.  I am in a mood to do something dirty!

This bathroom has been an active part of my fantasies for a year now.  I have not had a chance to play in it.  I expect that the business will eventually close its doors.  I really want to piss on someone in this bathroom before I leave town, before the place goes out of business, before I can’t.  You know?

Now let me give you a better image of what I am talking about here.  There is a bathroom in central San Diego that is in a very high traffic business.  People coming and going.  Lots of people. The toilet is right in the middle of the establishment.  One of the walls is a mirror on the outside and a transparent piece of glass on the inside of the bathroom.

Sometimes I go in there just to masturbate.  I have never had a chance to piss on a boy in there.  I very much want to do this.  I woke up thinking about this.  I jerked off and thought I would suggest a public pissing in this toilet to you.  It will be the sexiest golden shower you ever have.  I am drinking a gallon of water right now, waiting for you to call me.

Also …

I have this giant thing of cheese sauce taking up a huge amount of real estate in my refrigerator.  I have a hard time wasting food.  I don’t want to just toss it, nor would I even know the best way to do that.  I got stuck bring it home from a family party.  I’m not gonna eat it.  I have moral issues with throwing it out.  It won’t flush easily.  If I put it in the garbage it will ooze and make a big ass mess.  What I want to do with it, every time I open the fridge in fact, is take it to the beach, and have a splosh session with it.

It is a huge thing of cheese sauce.  It is spicy.  I want to rub it in your face with my feet.  I want to cover your dick with it.  I would very much like to throw a wad of it at you, get it in your hair, make a big ass mess.

Any takers?

There is a nude beach here that might make the best place for this type of scene.  After the sauce is gone, I’ll cover you in sand, laugh at you, and piss all over you.

Any takers?

I’m in the mood to play.  Don’t make me sit alone, horny as hell, drinking, loathing this town, again, night after night.  Call me up and tell me you want to do the cheesy splosh scene.  I will make it very very fun!

 

 

 

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This n' that

A couple weeks ago I went to a friends opening of her venue. It’s a place for fetish/kink play parties (including her own.), events, wotkshops and whoever would like to rent the space.

At the time of the gala, it was bare bones ready. But the space was looking good and the entertainment was fabulous. The Wet Spots performed. If you don’t know them already, they are a kinky, poly, bi, musical comedy duo, married act. Check them out sometime.

There was one interesting moment that evening. As I was talking with my husband, I must have stopped in mid sentence because he looks at me, then sees what I’m staring at. “I know what you’re thinking”, he says. “Hurt me. Hurt me now.” I nodded. In walks this man. Long leather coat. When that comes off, black kilt is revealed. Now he wasn’t drop dead gorgeous but he had this air/aura about him that wasn’t just dominance and confidence. There was something else about him that made him very appealing. Okay, not just appealing. Rather hot. As the evening went on, I find out Mr. hot kilt Dom is married and mono. *Sigh* Oh well.

Halloween, we are back at the venue for BENT. This time, husband is also there with his new sub and I am there with my pet. It was a fabulous evening.  I put my pet on a cross. I beat him and flogged him. In between those, there was scratching and nipple twisting. Later, for being a good bottom, I allowed my pet to suck my cock (strap on.

I didn’y see much with husband and his sub. Too bad. Could have been interesting. There were many other delicious sights and sounds though. I do so love a good play party.

M/s versus D/s

I got an explanation of the difference between a Master/slave relationship and a Dominant/submissive relationship today. It was an eye opening experience. In a D/s relationship it truly is the sub who is in charge of things. There are hard limits, soft limits, contracts  and safe words. A friend of mine actually had these words said to him by a sub looking to him to be her Dom…

“As Your sub, I trust that You won’t leave permanent marks or even non-permanent ones in places where they might be seen, or, actually any marks anywhere, unless I pre-approve the type of mark and precise location; I trust that You will take me to sub-space and then gently, gingerly, lovingly guide me back down and give me warm, soft, sensual after-care until I’m back from my blissful abyss; I trust that You will be weary of my red zones, be knowledgeable of my hot spots and will learn my body, inside and out, so as to better permit me to cum like a screaming banshee…like any good sub should.”

How incredibly selfish. There is no give and take in this kind of relationship. It is solely about the sub and her needs. I can’t pursue a relationship like this. It just isn’t in me to be this selfish. Yes of course I enjoy an orgasm just as much as the next girl, but it is far more than that for me. There is a give and take, a sweet dance of surrender that plays through a good relationship.

I spent some time mulling over the above and changed it to reflect my own thoughts.  Part of the letting go for me is opening up myself completely. More like an “As Your slave, i trust that You will do as You see fit to my body because that is Your right as my Master. i trust that should You choose to, You will throw me over the edge into subspace, but that You will make me sit up and take a drink when i need to. i trust that You will find my limits if i have them and push them to the extreme. i trust that if You break me, You had a reason even if it was just to see if You could do it.” I had thought that I was submissive, but this is not so.

I am a slave to my Master.

Waiting For Release

Submission

I haven’t had the time to really sit down and focus on writing, so I’m cribbing a post from a message board on what submission means to me.

I know I’ve always had a submissive nature, although most would never guess at it. If someone was needed to take charge of a situation, I would be that person although I really disliked being in that position and it takes a lot out of me emotionally. I have always taken care of my husband – done all those little things to show him how I love him like make his favorite foods and serve him his meals. There has always been an element of resentment involved in those tasks though, since I felt he was taking me for granted and I was not being taken care of in kind.

Since falling head-first into BDSM with my husband a month or so ago, I would say my submission is like that exercise where you cross your arms on your chest and fall backwards, trusting that he will be there to catch me and since I’ve been able to do that with my mind, body and soul our entire marriage is so different now. A request or even a gentle command to get him a drink or make a small meal would have garnered him a “Are you fucking kidding me?” look – now I practically skip off to do whatever he has asked of me and will smile shyly as I bring it to him. He is so much more aware of my needs – when I am feeling overwhelmed by my responsibilities he can center me in a way I never dreamed possible. I can actually tell him what’s going on inside my head rather than fester with resentment that he can’t see how much I need some TLC.

I am better at handling our finances and taking care of household management – there is no reason for me to turn over these tasks to him because it’s more of a dominant’s job to be in charge of money. He is better at organizing and household chores than I am – again me performing those traditional submissive acts would not benefit our marriage/relationship in the least. There are many situations where I take the dominant role and it would be detrimental to all for him to take over those tasks. We respect each other, but there is no way he’s going to punish me for snapping at him because I’m in a bad mood. Will he talk to me about it afterwards and try to figure out why I’m in a bad mood and what he can do to help me? – a definite “Yes”. I am most definitely his girl, and on many occasions will defer to him or seek reassurance that I am pleasing him but we have no interest in maintaining that 24/7 – it’s much more satisfying to us when it happens organically.

While I’ve always tried to make him happy and serve him, my submission involves taking down those last couple of walls and presenting him with my naked self – and he treasures me for it and views it as the incredible gift that it is.

Perversity, Bio-politics, Commune

Event description from the presenter:

“What’s better than sitting on fetlife uploading photo’s of your freshly blackened ass.
Miss filth and glitter holding the cane that bruises your pretty cheeks.

Come out to UWMilwaukee room 344 this October 30th at 7pm for a night of mischief, BDSM, queers, theory, and orgies. Miss. F&G will talk on renewed considerations for BDSM and Queerness as a form of bio-political resistance, and the use of orgies and play parties to build stronger friendships.

Don’t forget you safe word”

(A safe word is a word other than no that used in BDSM to tell someone to stop. Notice the whipped Jesus on the flier.  He must have forgotten his. And Fetlife is a social networking website for people who are into fetish and BDSM.)

Vera Vision Sneak Peek--Lickin' the Alphabet

When my girlfriend told me she wanted to do something regarding the alphabet tonight, I honestly thought she meant soup. I didn’t think she meant licking my pussy.

Our sex life has been good. I can’t say it’s been plain and boring because that’s not how we roll. I guess for a lesbian couple, we do the typical things: sex toys and lots of licking. I guess for a typical couple, we average 2-3 times a week for sex. Yeah, we’re plain Janes. It’s not that we don’t get crazy and freaky, because that happens too. I guess it doesn’t happen as often as I would like. I’m more BDSM and Yvette, my girlfriend, well, she’s more Vanilla. But then one night she surprised me by bringing the freak out. And I have to admit, I had never been more turned on.

She called me at work and wanted to know what I wanted for dinner. After going back and forth for a while on a final choice, Yvette then said the key phrase: I have something special in store tonight for you, baby. Now like I said, Yvette is more Vanilla so when she mentioned something special, I’m thinking cheesecake bites or a massage. I was not thinking bondage and licking me until I faint.

you Reap What you Sow

It’s been a super busy week for Unique Goddess and She’s loving every minute of it!  From being pampered by Her silly slut to giving Her pathetic maid a sadistic electrotherapy session as some good ole fashioned negative reinforcement, it’s been a fantastically awesome week!

The Goddess knows you miss Her exquisitely eloquent words; hang in there, The Goddess will have more time to write once She settles in Her new home.  Soon She will be busy moving, so make sure you bumbling lackeys do your part to make Her transition go as smoothly as possible.  For some of you, this means rolling up those sleeves to not only move furniture and boxes, but also getting things set up and in order at the new spot.

Remember, those who put in the hard work, reap the rewards.  A slut appreciates being on it’s knees sucking The Goddess’ cock oh so much more when it’s been earned through hard work and dedication on it’s knees scrubbing Her floors.  Now get to work flunkey whores!

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Sweetly Sadistic,
Unique Goddess
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Service Book of Days 10/19/09

Outside my window… (weather, what do you hear, what do you see?) it is a little brisk on my side of the world today. We’ve had weather that was 14 degrees below normal for this time of year.
my thoughts…are about trying to regain my equilibrium in regards to my slavery. So I have decided to meditate and focus on my commitment to Master Void.

Today’s Quote…When they call the roll in the Senate, the Senators do not know whether to answer ‘Present’ or ‘Not guilty.’ Theodore Roosevelt (1858 – 1919)

That was just funny…lol Hey not all quotes have to be meaningful in a serious way. Life is not really that serious all the time.

i am thankful for…always my family, all my moments – good and bad. I know I keep saying this but these are the things that I am most thankful for…everything else is just gravy, as the saying goes.

From my service training…(any skills, training etc; notes you want to share this week) I am learning quick but nutritious meals for the kids and getting them into good habits of nutrition. It is never too late to learn some good habits.

Also, I am going to start working again with my belly dancing DVD. Master loves sensual dance so this will be something worthwhile for me to learn. Exploring my sensual self.

From the kitchen…(menu for the week, what are you cooking?) I am learning that it is not just about cooking the food but creating comfort. A meal that is served well means just as much as the preparation.

i am wearing…my workout clothes. Trying to stay true to my health and fitness goals set by Master.

i am creating…(crafts, sewing etc;) nothing new at the moment. But I think I want to create something. Just not sure what yet.

my adventures this week…(where are you going this week?) Continuing to repair my house for selling.

Becoming well read…(What are you reading this week?)…Nothing this week. I am going to search for another good book on surrendering and slavery. Master recommended “Leathersex: A Guide for the Curious Outsider and the Serious Player”, by Joseph Bean and Mrs Beeton’s Book of Household Management (Oxford World’s Classics)

i manifest and co-create…(what are your hopes, dreams, and prayers this week) Peace and tranquility in my house and with my children. I pray for the people around us to not take their life for granted. Incidentally, the phrase “peace and tranquility” is Master’s new signoff tagline.

Todays Melody..(what music are you listening to? even if it’s just the sound of a bird…)  No melodies today…just quiet.

One of my favorite things…I am relearning my love for cooking.  For creating my own meals.
further plans for this week…housecleaning/clearing. Continuing my workout plan. Fixing up my house.

Still….life (share a picture you’ve taken OR a picture you found online that speaks to you)
Fractal.  I love saying that word.  It’s a fun word to say.

A fractal is “a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be split into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole,”[1] a property called self-similarity

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James' Transformation Begins

His name is James.  He is an undergrad psychology student in the class I am teaching/assisting with this semester.  From the first day of school, he caught my eye.   It wasn’t merely about his looks…in fact, his physical presence would probably border on nondescript.   He is clean-cut, with short dark blond hair, blue eyes.  Not overly built, but not too thin.   Something about him exuded…vulnerability.  Not necessarily wimpy-ness…not that at all, actually.  But a need to let go of something or bring more of something to him.   Maybe it was in the soft-spoken but slightly intense way he spoke when participating in class discussions, or the thoughtful far away look in his clear blue eyes during the lecture on “theories of behavioral change”.  I felt as though he wanted to say something more…something personal even, but backed down at the last minute during class time.

Last week I led a study group and James was one of the several students who showed up.  We spent a good two hours in the student lounge after the group broke apart talking about everything and anything:  Classes that sucked.  Classes that rocked.  Healthcare reform.  The movie “Jennifer’s Body”.   What makes a movie a cult classic. Feminism.  The insect as a symbol of the human condition in Kafka’s “Metamorphosis”.  Same sex marriage.  Then we stopped for drinks at a popular hangout near the university.   And James really opened up to me.

At one point while we were sitting in our booth enjoying our beverages and talking up a storm, I pulled out my compact and vial of Bobbi Brown lip gloss for a quick touch-up.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see James watching intently, almost as if transfixed,  as I dipped the applicator into the merlot colored gloss, then dabbing it to my lips.  The look on his face was a mixture of longing and wistfulness.

“That’s a very pretty shade,” he said softly.

“Why, thank you, I smiled knowingly at him.

In that moment, I knew.  James’ longing was embedded in a desire to experience the feminine from within.

The bar was fairly quiet and empty that night, as it was a Wednesday.  I leaned over and whispered to James, “Come with me.”

I led him into the ladies restroom.  No one was around.  He looked slightly perplexed for a moment, but nonetheless he didn’t hesitate and followed me right inside.  I locked the door and took his hand in mine and positioned him directly in front of the mirror.

“You have so much potential, James, ” I said softly, smiling at his reflection.

I reached back into my purse and took out the lip gloss.  Next, I placed my hand underneath his chin and held his face inches from mine, looking very closely at his face and into his eyes.  That longing was still there, only it had deepened in the last several minutes.  He didn’t question.  He didn’t protest.  He simply surrendered.  This was an inevitable moment in James’ life.

“Do you trust me?” I asked him.

“Absolutely,” he replied.

As I painted his beautiful mouth with my lipstick, I could feel his whole body sigh.  He didn’t need to make a sound.  The truth in that moment filled every part of his being.  And I was actually quite honored to be the one to create this moment for him.

“Now look…” I turned him gently to face his reflection in the mirror.  “That makes so much more sense, doesn’t it, James?”

“Oh wow…Mina…yes, it so makes sense,” his eyes lit up as he took in his reflection.

Transformation needn’t be a majorly overt event to be significant.  Often, its in making the tiniest steps when one can feel the pull toward something greater to come.

Afterward, I kissed James on the cheek and gave him my lip gloss.

“Wear it to bed tonight for me,” I placed the vial into his hand.  “I promise you, this is only the beginning”.

The season of transformations is upon us.  October brings us vivid, cool days as Mother Earth changes her appearance from one of abundant lush and suppleness to jeweled tones of the coming bounty.  Halloween is just a few weeks away and now is the time to think about the masks you wear in your daily life.  Are you being true to yourself?  Perhaps you need the assistance of a Kink Artist to aid you in determining how to put your best face forward.  Strip away the mask for a day and allow me to transform you into the character you have always longed to be.

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Nun Whore Madonna Goddess Slave

There are two churches we visit which have extreme atmospheres, where the shadows and the phantoms whisper to us, claim us, seduce us.  And there is one which till yesterday had seemed totally devoid of all shades and spirits.  We entered, my Master wearing his air of command, and I dressed to please as always in slut shoes and arousing lingerie, stockings a fixture and prerequisite. I am a woman who thinks of sensuality as an extra sense, who responds to the living world in feline fashion, ready to fuck, to be stroked, arousal imminent at all times.  Even so, few men in my experience have possessed the quality of masculinity and appeal in sufficient quantities to gain or sustain my attention.  My love, my Master, my Mentor, the light of my life is that One.  That unique and excellent man whose very presence commands each cell of my body, each synapse in my brain to come to awareness and attention.

Yesterday, in that odd church which seems so empty of presence, so hollow and blank, we met.  I entered dressed in black skirt, white blouse, black basque and stockings.  Black slut shoes.  His gift to me was a nun’s costume, a gift which I gratefully accepted and donned.  Yes, in that vast echoing space where rafters soared above us holding up a roof of  heavy tiles I stripped for him.  As i removed my clothing, we heard the massive oak door creak on its hinges admitting two elderly tourists.  Friendly and amenable, we greeted them; I had chastely donned my overcoat which was buttoned to the neck to protect my erect nipples and wet cunt from uninvited prying eyes.

I wanted to rub myself against him, my throbbing pussy purring its stimulated condition in pulsating beats of my heart.  I wanted to lick his lips with my tongue and beg to unzip his trousers.  But I waited till the tourists left our profane temple at last.  Wherever we abide, church or cathedral or chapel in the woods, we leave desecration in our wake merely by trodding on hallowed ground.

He frightens me briefly when the fire flashes so brilliantly in his unusual eyes. Yesterday, though the Beast was on hiatus, His eyes flashed and his voice deepened.  His hands were gentle, yet I could feel that violence held in check.  That irresistible energy to which I’ve become dependent.  Addicted.  I need Him now.  I have always wanted Him.  I love Him as I’ve loved no other.

As I let my coat fall from my shoulders, He drew near and I could feel that electric sensation of my skin coming to life even before he touched me.  Even before his fingers found my nipples or probed my dripping cunt. I don’t think he realises what I mean when I tell Him I love Him.  The nun’s habit I wore was skin tight, shining black, delineating my curves and hungry clefts and niches.  My body is his, ripe and lush and responsive.  But it was his body that sang with need and erotic promise.

I wanted his cock in my mouth, but it was my tender stroking hands he desired.  That caress is what he received as well.  I gently, steadily stroked that iron hard cock till he bellowed with pleasure, the sound like a homily of loving confirmation to my intent ears.  My tongue lapped at that volcanic cum, licking His spunk like the benediction it was.  I was baptized by his pleasure, his climax my validation as his whore.

Later we visited our shadow filled cathedral where the impression of ancient evil announces itself to all who are attuned to such things.  He decided that discretion was the better part of valor, refraining from urinating on the pristine white robes.  One day, we will both urinate there and I will sprinkle errant droplets of our fluids and laugh as they fall where they may.  If a single yellow stain besmirches the purity of that holy garment, will the clergy ask themselves if rodents are to blame?  We will never know, but the conjecture will be highly amusing.

And now, naked as I write, I dream of the next adventure with my beloved, my Guardian and my Guide.  This time a young woman of unparalleled loveliness is to join us in our dark games. Her images arouse me.  The idea of her luscious red lips enclosing my beloved’s cock inflames me.  I shall discipline her for her audacity, though her act will be at my behest.  Her ruby red lips will kiss my cunt, press close to His cock, whisper for a mercy that will never come.

Bondage

Con bondage (dall’inglese schiavitù, soggezione) si indicano un insieme di pratiche sessuali basate sulla costrizione fisica ottenuta con legature che impediscono i movimenti, fino ad arrivare a pratiche più complesse che limitano le percezioni sensoriali.
Partendo dal light bondage, cioè il legare solo mani e/o piedi, si arriva a forme di annodamento complete, in cui si impedisce ogni movimento al sub (mummification o mummificazione), o addirittura impedendogli ogni contatto col terreno (suspension).
Regine del bondage restano le corde, con cui bisogna avere una notevole pratica. Le corde, se mal utilizzate, possono impedire al sangue di fluire correttamente (talvolta si fa con intenzione, per esempio per rendere dolente e sensibile il seno femminile). Bisogna sempre controllare e rimuovere le corde non appena gli arti iniziano ad apparire violacei. Inoltre l’errato utilizzo delle corde può irritare ed infiammare le terminazioni nervose, causando dolori ed insensibilità degli arti che possono durare anche a lungo o diventare permanenti (casi limite).
Tuttavia il bondage non ha limiti se non la propria fantasia e, sorvolando sulle manette, che oramai sono diventate un accessorio comune anche per i fautori del sesso alla missionaria, è possibile praticarlo con nastri, corsetti, cuoio, film di nylon, latex, pellicola trasparente per alimenti. Inoltre esistono forme di bondage che prevedono l’utilizzo di particolari attrezzature per legare lo schiavo alle pareti o al soffitto, oppure ci sono tute che, una volta indossate, possono essere riempite d’aria immobilizzando il corpo e limitando le percezioni sensoriali, sacchi che permettono anche la sospensione del sub, cappucci di cuoio o stoffa, insomma, gli accessori e i materiali per giocare con il bondage sono praticamente infiniti.
Ma cosa si prova durante il bondage?
Personalmente ritengo sia la pratica dove meglio si riesce ad acquisire la consapevolezza della propria impotenza. Escludendo le prime volte, dove può innescarsi una forma d’ansia per la perdita di controllo sul proprio corpo, man mano che si procede nell’esperienza, si impara a lasciarsi andare completamente in una piacevole forma di apatia.

Ad un certo punto, mentre si è imbacuccati come salami, una parte del nostro cervello è come si spegnesse.  E’ quella parte che normalmente ci spinge ad agire, ad essere pronti, vigili e reattivi a qualsiasi stimolo, la stessa parte dove si sviluppa l’ansia.

Di tanto in tanto sarà la Mistress, con un colpo di frusta, un calcio o uno schiaffo, riortare l’uomo nella realtà in modo così repentino da provare un vuoto d’aria, come precipitare in una frazione di secondo dall’Empire State Building mentre si riceve una secchiata di acqua gelata.
er farlo bondagein modo sicuro c’è bisogno di molto buon senso e un po’ di pratica iniziale. In ogni caso, mai e poi mai, perdere di vista chi sta subendo il bondage, anche se molte Mistress nelle loro fantasie sarebbero tentate di uscire a far compere lasciando lo slave legato e con un dildo nel culo, non bisogna mai farlo. Potrebbe accadere di tutto.

 

 

 

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. The eyes have it

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She's 18 An Outrageously Nasty

She’s 18 An Outrageously Nasty

Tessa Taylor finally celebrates her birthday with a huge surprise in store for this fresh 18 year old slut! When she blew out the candles, she wished she could be blowing on a fat cock, her wish is our command. We d the virginity out of this teenage slut by taping her hands together, shackling her ankles, handcuffing her wrists and shoving a hard dick in her tight wet pink pussy! She still wanted more so we made her sit on her cake and suck on that cock just after sitting on her face…  Click Here To See More!

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Vera Vision Sneak Peek--All Tied Up

 

When Jason told Molly he was going to tie her up with work tonight, she really didn’t think he was literal with his words.

             There is a power struggle involved when a couple decides to do business together. It can be very difficult to separate the business aspect from the home life and sometimes those two can be in direct conflict with each other. Jason was the owner/CEO of a maternity clothing line while Molly handled the accounting. Though, it was not demanding as other businesses, there were still the struggles. Which price would be best? What clothing piece would look better? Who was the target audience? Their business was fun, yet very demanding at the same time.

                But it never severely impacted their sex life. Sure, there times where both were too tired to do anything remotely sexual but for the most part, it was business as usual. They tried new things and experimented with different lubricants, toys, and lotions. But when Jason casually brought up the idea of bondage, Molly thought he officially lost his fucking mind.

There is a big ol' world out there and I'd love to hear about it

It is very easy to get caught up in your own world. Jobs, family, animals, school, are just a few things that ground us into a lifestyle. As a writer, I escape into the books I create. I imagine myself traveling the world, when in fact, I’m traveling twitter, forums, facebook. I meet people from different cultures, ethnic backgrounds, and countries.

Differences are not so noticeable online. We all deal with real life and bond over shared interests. We learn from one another.

It only took me a couple posts on the blog telling everyone that my new wip deals with dominance and submissives and I had a couple people contact me wanting to thank me. What for? For writing a story about something they loved and with hope that others who read a book will look at them with more understanding.

That’s powerful. That makes me want to do good in the world.

Since, I know it is hard to find emails for writers and most people don’t want to follow the trail of twitter links, join facebook, and go to the trouble of finding a way to contact someone…I am going to post my email here. Drop me an email. I’d love to hear what kind of erotic books you’d like to buy. If you have experience in a lifestyle that you’d love to see more books about, let me know.

MsAbbyWood at gmail dot com   (trying to fool those ol’ spam bots, so change the at to @ and dot to . )

Rape Fantasies

i hear a knock at the door. i look at the clock in the corner of my computer. It’s past midnight. Who would be at my door this late? It must be my crazy neighbor wanting to borrow money again.

i sit my laptop down next to me on the couch and stand up with a groan. my legs are sore from the gym. i stumble over to the door and open it without looking through the peep hole. The damn thing doesn’t work anyway.

The door slams open, and before i can even react, a hand reaches out and grabs me by the throat. i instinctively grab at the hand as it pushes me back into my apartment, spinning me around, and slamming into the coat closet door. My hands are crushed between His hands and the door that i am pressed into. i move them down by my side, and they throb as they hang beside me.

The front door slams shut. i try to scream but my scream is nothing more than a cry due to my air supply being cut off.

A ball of cloth is shoved into my mouth and a long piece of fabric is tied around my face, in between my teeth and behind my head. The grip around my neck loosens just a bit. i suck air in through my nose. my eyes are wide with fear and my heart is pounding so hard i can’t hear much more for the beating of it in my eardrums.

i begin trying to kick backwards and He shoves me harder into the door. my left cheek throbs from the pain of the crash and my left eye starts to water.

He pulls both of my hands behind my back and ties them up with something. i can’t tell if it is rope or strips of fabric, but my hands are soon tied to each other. i cannot move my arms.

Again, i try kicking and He again slams my face into the door. Tears are streaming down my face now, from both eyes, as i realize that i am helpless against His strength.

He wraps a dark cloth around my eyes and ties it in the back. Everything is suddenly dark.

He grabs me by the back of my hair and drags me across my living room and into my bedroom on the left. i try to stand, try find footing with my free feet, but all i manage to do is increase the burning sensation of their bare skin scraping against the carpet.

He reaches my bed and stops. i am terrified, my heart is racing, i am crying, sweating and panting through flared nostrils. i am trying to stand but His grip on my hair is too tight, not allowing me to get up. All at once, He picks me up by my hair and shoves me onto the bed, face down. He grabs my pants and rips them off, exposing my bare ass. i am kicking with all of my might, trying to connect with Him, somewhere, anywhere. He smacks me as hard as He can on the side of my leg, and i cry out from the pain. He smacks me again, this time even harder and i cease my kicking and sob into my bed.

He grabs both of my ankles and ties them together. He then ties my wrists to my ankles. i am now hogtied, helpless, and shaking all over in complete fear.

He grabs my knees and yanks my legs apart, causing me extreme discomfort. He yanks me towards Him by my spread knees. i am now sobbing beneath the blindfold and gag, and i am sucking air in and out of my exposed nostrils so fast that it is making me dizzy. He grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them apart and moans in anticipation. i begin thrashing from side to side, as hard as i can, and He smacks my other leg as hard as He can, then grabs me by the back of the hair and shoves my face into the bed, telling me to shut the fuck up. It is the first time i have heard Him speak. His voice is deep and sinister, and chills run over my entire body upon hearing it.

He resumes His previous act of spreading my ass cheeks, but this time He does not moan. He simply shoves His dick into my pussy, ramming it as hard and deep as He possibly can. i cry out in pain. He grabs another fistful of my hair, shoving my face back down into the bed, yelling at me again to shut the fuck up.

i start thrashing again, trying to get Him out of me. He grabs my hair with one hand and the rope holding my ankles to my wrists with the other and yanks me halfway off of the bed. i now have no footing to move with. He grabs my legs from underneath and yanks me back up to Him. This time He does not enter my pussy, this time He enters my ass, forcing His way in and causing me to scream and sob and shudder beneath the extreme pain shooting throughout my ass and thighs. At this point, i am exhausted, helpless and defeated. i fall limp into the bed as He pounds away at my ass. The pain sears through me with each thrust, but all i can do is whimper and sob into the mattress beneath me.

He fucks me very aggressively, never breaking stride. i am gone now, out of my body and numb. i can barely feel the pain ripping through me. His thrusting slows to a few long determined strokes and then He stops, withdraws from my ass and leaves me hanging limp on the bed. i am back now, feeling the intense pain in my ass and throughout my thighs. my muscles are sore from struggling. my breathing is jagged and my blindfold is soaking wet from the tears.

i barely hear Him get dressed and then the distinct sound of a knife being unsheathed. i begin to scream and thrash, in a desperate, terrified panic. He whisks the blade through the rope and my feet fall to the floor, dragging my limp body with them, and i fall into a lifeless pile on the floor beside my bed. He unties my feet and i hear Him walk out of the room and out the front door, closing it behind Him. i wait a few moments to see if He is coming back, and when He doesn’t, i use my feet to remove the blindfold around my eyes. i then use my feet to remove the gag and begin screaming for help…

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This is Rape Fantasy #1. i have a couple, actually. Master and i have discussed doing a “rape” scene, and He has also requested that i write out my rape fantasy scenarios for Him (and you) to read. It’s amazing how the details don’t seem to matter until you actually have to play it out. When writing scenario #1 above, i had to really think about positioning and timing, things that you would not usually think about when typically fantasizing in your mind. For instance, for Him to be able to grab me by the neck and turn me around to face the door that He slams me into at the very beginning, it would take a lot of strength and His hand must be significantly larger than my neck to accomplish this. Little things like that can make or break a scenario like this. I’m glad i wrote it though, because it really does make me appreciate the effort and thought and detail that He has to put into giving me something like this. *Thank you, Sir, for all of your efforts in making this (and all of my other fantasies) a reality. You are amazing and i appreciate you so much!*

Some other rape fantasies of mine are as follows:

Rape Fantasy #2:

i am waling outside, alone at night. Suddenly a black nylon hood is slipped over my head and a hand covers my nose and mouth over the outside of the hood. The other arm of Him wraps around my chest and picks me up, holding me slightly sideways, so that my feet are no longer touching the ground. my hands are grasping at the hand covering my nose and mouth, and i barely manage to get it to slip down enough to expose my nose. i eagerly suck in the cool air through flared nostrils.

This whole time i am thrashing and kicking as hard as i can, but not making much contact. Right about the time i get some air, He reaches a parked vehicle and climbs in into the open area in the back, dragging me with Him. He lets go of my waist and closes the back of the vehicle, His one hand still covering mouth through the nylon hood over my head. i am kicking my feet and flailing my arms with all of my might, this time making contact a time or two. Once the doors are shut, He jerks me into a kneeling position and wraps His legs around mine so that i cannot move. i feel Him reach for something on the floor, and He slips it underneath the hood. He suddenly shoves a ball into my mouth underneath His hand. i try to spit it out but it is stuck in my jaw. i instinctively reach up to remove the ball and He grabs my wrists with both hands and yanks them behind me, snapping handcuffs onto them. i wiggle my jaw around as hard as i can while he fastens the straps attached to the ball around the back of my head and cinches the hood tightly around my neck.

i feel Him bend down again, then i feel the cold metal of a second pair of handcuffs snap around my ankles. i am now helpless and unable to fight back, save for thrashing my knees around and kicking my joined feet backwards as best i can with what little room i have to move them.

He moves around to the side of me and grabs the back of my hair and shoves me down onto my stomach and exits the vehicle. i hear Him enter the front drivers seat and start the engine. He drives for what seems to be about 10 minutes, as i roll around in the back trying to loosen the hood enough to get it off of my head. But it isn’t working. i decide to lay still, saving my energy for when we get to our destination.

He stops the vehicle and i start thrashing around wildly until i hear Him open the back of the vehicle. i lay perfectly still and wait. He grabs me by my waist, scooping me up and out of the vehicle, holding me at His side like a heavy sack as He slams the vehicle closed.

He carries me at His side into a building. i am kicking my legs as hard as i can, trying to get Him to drop me. i realize that this would accomplish nothing though, as i am bound at my ankles and have no idea where i am and cannot see where to go.

Inside, it smells musty, like an old abandoned warehouse. His footsteps echo as He takes a dozen or so steps into the building. Suddenly, He drops me onto what feels like an old bare mattress. i begin rolling around again, trying desperately to remove the hood from my head.

He laughs, in a scoffing, sinister way as if to mock my efforts at escaping. He suddenly grabs me by my neck with two hands, picks me up and slams me into what feels like a brick wall, holding me just high enough to where my feet do not touch anything below me. He removes one hand, and i begin kicking my locked legs outward.

Suddenly i cease all fighting when the feeling of a cold point of a steel knife presses into my throat. He laughs again, knowing that He has me now. i hang there, helpless and unable to move, for fear that the knife will pierce my throat if i do.

He drops me and again i land on the bare and uncomfortable mattress. The knife is gone, but i don’t dare begin my attempts at escaping again for fear that it will return. i hear metal clanging, it sounds like chains. Suddenly He grabs my hair and sits me up into a kneeling position. i instinctively bow my back, trying to escape His grasp, but suddenly realize that this is not a good idea when the tip of the knife once again finds my throat. He asks me if i am going to be a good girl and i nod in defeat. He runs the chain through my locked arms, and i hear him running it over to what i assume is a wall and snapping it onto another piece of metal.

He returns to me and takes the tip of the knife and firmly scrapes it along my neck, sweeping from the left side to the right side. i gulp in fear as He returns it to the center, pressing it into the underside of my chin through the nylon hood hard enough that i think it might pierce the skin at any moment.

He grabs my hair on the right side with His fist, and slowly lowers me down onto my side on the mattress, never taking the tip of the knife from under my chin. The knife disappears, and everything is still and silent for a few seconds. my eyes dart back and forth underneath the dark hood as i desperately wait for something, a movement, a sound, something.

Suddenly he grabs my ankles and yanks my legs straight. i am now lying on my back with my arms uncomfortably locked underneath me. i squirm against the restraints, trying to find a relief from the pain in my wrists and suddenly the tip of the knife returns to my chin. i cease all movement, except for the heaving of my chest up and down as my breasts point straight to the ceiling, high above the rest of my body.

He then runs the tip of the knife down my throat, over my chest and onto my left nipple, sticking the sharp tip through my thin bra and into the nipple firmly. Even through the bra it stung terribly. i whimpered and began to cry. The pain was sharp and intense and i am terrified that my jagged breathing would cause the knife to puncture through my clothing and into my skin.

He then runs the tip down the remainder of my breast and onto my stomach and across my exposed belly button, as my shirt had risen high on my waist from when He yanked my legs out.

My stomach shakes as He runs the tip around my belly button, scraping it along the skin firmly, silently threatening to puncture my spasming belly. He then lays the heavy knife along my stomach, with the handle in between my ribs and the point at my belly button. The point sticks into my skin due to the angle of my body, being that my torso was higher than my waist because of my arms stuck beneath me, and the weight of the heavy knife slid the sharp tip of it downward into my belly button.

i hear the rustle of Him removing His clothing and begin to whimper, yet suddenly stop because with each movement, the knife pokes deeper into my belly button. i tried to stay calm and be as still as possible. He was silent and everything was still for a few moments, and again i wonder what is happening. The silence is scarier than anything, not knowing what was happening, no clue where He is or what He is doing…

He then removes the knife and i feel the weight of it fall next to me on the mattress. He unbuttons my jeans and rips down, shoving them in between my knees and pushing them down to my ankles as far as He can. He shoves His hand into my pussy and begins rubbing it. i begin to sob again and He suddenly stops and grabbed the knife, running it along my quivering belly and down along my pussy, the tip grazing my skin as He went.

He pulls up my ankles and shoves my knees into my chest. i instinctively begin to twist and thrash, trying to divert His entry into me. His left hand falls next to my right shoulder, and the tip of the knife finds the soft spot underneath my chin again. i immediately stop resisting, and continue crying and whimpering, as He jabs His hard cock around at my pussy until He finally makes His way in.

He begins fucking me, slowly at first, while running the knife along my neck, pushing the tip into my skin as He went. He then suddenly flattens the knife against my neck on the right side, with the edge of the entire length of the blade pushed against my neck, and begins fucking me very hard and fast. He pounds into me as hard as He can, shooting pain throughout my entire groin area as He does. All i can do is sob.

Without breaking stride, He removes the knife from my neck and yanks up my shirt and bra, exposing my bare breasts, sticking up and pointing to the ceiling above us. He jabs the tip of the knife into my nipple and slams His cock into me harder and deeper. i scream futilely into the ball in my mouth, shaking my head back and forth and crying uncontrollably.

He suddenly pulls out and stands, letting my limp legs fall to the mattress beneath me. i hear the clanging of the knife hitting concrete on my left hand side. A hot, thick, gooey substance suddenly splatters all over my chest and stomach, and i recognize it as Him cumming on me. He groans and jerks as He finishes unloading onto my bare torso. i let my head fall to the right side as i silently cry.

He stands up and is silent and still again for a few moments. i hear the distinctive click of a camera and then the rustle of clothing again. The pain in my pelvis was solid, not throbbing or in waves, but a solid, steady pain searing through my groin. my cries have become silent, muffled sobs as the reality of it all sets in.

After He dresses, He yanks my pants back up and zips them but does not button them. He unhooks the chain from the wall and threads it back out from between my arms. He yanks me up onto my feet as my legs buckled underneath me. He grabs me by the waist again and carries me, just as before, back out to the vehicle. As he drives, i lay in the back and wonder if He is done with me or if i will make it out alive…

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Rape Fantasy #3:

i am walking along the edge of the lake, enjoying the beautiful view. i hear a rustle in the forest behind me. i nervously glance around the edge of the trees, looking for any sign of movement. There is none, so i continue my walk. Suddenly the rustle repeats, closer and louder this time. i turn just in time to see a dark figure emerge from the trees. Without thinking, i take off running.

i run around the edge of the lake, letting the moonlight reflecting off of the water light up my path. The rustle behind me is getting closer. i debate what to do – should i continue in plain sight? No. i will have a better chance of getting away through the forest. it is only a mile or so back to the cabin.

i take a sharp right-hand turn and run straight into the trees, twigs snapping underneath my sneakers as i run with all of my might. It is much darker in here, and i can’t see for a few moments while my eyes adjust. Still not able to see very clearly, i continue running with my arms out in front of me to protect me from running into anything.

The unmistakable sound of twigs snapping underneath feet is behind me. He is getting closer. i take a sharp left-hand turn and within a few yards i see a large tree stump. i jump onto the other side of it, push my entire body up against it, shoving as much of me as i can underneath the curve of the log, laying as flatly and silently as i can.

The sound of running and twigs snapping ceases. He is listening. i breathe through my nose, trying not to make any audible sounds. A few more steps closer, a few more twig snaps. He is still listening.

“Come out little girl….” His voice is deep and creepy. “I only want to play with you.”

i squeeze my eyes shut as tears roll down my cheeks. my entire body is quivering, and holding back my whimpers is difficult.

“I won’t hurt you….I promise.”

my eyes fly open. The voice is closer. i hear another rustle a few yards away, in the direction that my feet are pointing. Was somebody else out here? Or was it an animal? Either way, He takes off running in the direction of the noise. i wait until His footprints have faded and slide out from under the log, then run in the opposite direction.

i did not wait long enough. He hears my footsteps and i then hear His heading in the same direction as mine. i can’t see very well, and trip over a large rock sticking up out of the ground. Pulling my face up out of the dirt, i hear Him behind me. He is getting much closer now. i run as fast as i can, and soon i hear running water. It must be a creek. i head towards the sound, and reach the bank of a very small creek. The bank is high, but not quite high enough to hide me. i curl up as small as i can against the bank and listen intently to hear where my predator is.

His heavy footsteps get closer and closer. He stops, just a few feet away from where i am hiding. He laughs. Chills run all over my body.

“You can’t hide out here little girl,” He says, chuckling. “If you give in, this will be a lot easier on you…”

my entire body begins to shake uncontrollably as the tears pour out of my eyes. my foot slips slightly on the wet dirt beneath me. Suddenly the footsteps make it to where i am, directly above my hiding spot.

Suddenly a large hand yanks me up by my hair, dragging me out onto the dry ground above me. i kick and thrash and scream as loudly as i can.

“And just who do you think is going to hear you way out here, little girl?” You ran the complete opposite way that you should have. We’re deep in the woods now. Can’t nobody hear you way out here.”

i don’t believe Him. i am flailing my arms and kicking at His body. He lays directly on top of me with His whole body pressing into mine. i am still trying to kick but my legs are pinned beneath His.

i try slapping Him but He pins my arms down at the elbows on each side of me. i spit at Him and begin to scream, louder this time, crying out for somebody to help me.

“That’s it, scream for me. I want to hear you scream.”

i suddenly stop screaming and glare at Him. His baseball cap is pulled too low, i can’t see His face.

“Fuck you.” i say coldly.

“Hahahaha. EXACTLY.” He answers. His laugh sends chills down my spine as He lets go of my left arm and reaches down to unbutton my pants. i am hitting Him as hard as i can with my free arm, hitting Him everywhere, His head, His arm, His chest, His leg.

“You sure are a fun one!” He says, laughing again. i squint my eyes and the tears pour quickly out of them.

Thoughts run through my brain a million miles an hour. What can i do? Scream? Fight? Beg for mercy?

“Please, Mister. Please spare me…” i try begging. Nothing else has worked.

“Yessss, beg me. Beg me to stop. Let me hear you beg…”

i get angry again. Nothing works with this sick bastard. Everything i do just spurs Him on more. i decide that i won’t give Him what He wants. i lay there, limp and silent. my pants are around my ankles now.

He lifts off of me for a split second and tries to roll me over. i take the opportunity and begin kicking and thrashing again, but my ankles are stuck together by my pants. i try to slide them off but my sneakers are in the way. This gives Him the chance He needs and He flips me over in one fluid motion, shoving my face into the ground on my left cheek. i wince in pain as it smashes into the dirt.

He takes both of my arms and holds them behind me with one hand while He pulls His pants down with the other. He grabs my bare ass with His free hand, shoving His thumb into the entry of my tight asshole. i instinctively clench underneath His touch.

“That’s it, baby, make it tighter for me.”

i relax completely. i am determined not to give Him what He wants.

He spreads my ass cheeks with His free hand and i feel the tip of His cock searching for entry into my ass. i try to squirm underneath Him to make it harder on Him and He lets go of my ass cheeks, wrapping them around the head of His cock. He takes that free hand and slaps my right cheek which is facing up. The sting spreads through my face and my right eye feels like it is going to explode.

He returns His hand to my ass cheeks, again probing the head of His cock around looking for its prize.

Again i start to squirm. i don’t care if He hits me.

He does. Again. The sting is much harder now, and my nose is running. He switches to His right hand to hold my wrists and takes His left hand to grab my hair, shoving my face harder into the dirt beneath me.

“Fine, you want it the hard way, you asked for it, bitch.”

With one hand shoving my face into the dirt and the other holding my wrists behind my back, He begins jabbing around my ass, pulling the skin between my ass cheeks with each attempt. i scream in pain. After several jabs i feel as if my skin is going to rip apart. At this point i almost want Him to find the hole. It has to hurt less.

i stop screaming and start sobbing uncontrollably as i slowly lift my ass up, exposing my hole for Him.

“Now that’s a good girl,” He says. His cock finally finds my hole and He presses into it, and i feel a little “pop” as he enters it.

i see spots, and everything gets really dark. “WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!!” i am screaming at myself. i can’t pass out. i have to stay alert.

Slowly my vision returns to me as He slams His entire cock deep into my ass. i resume my screaming, slamming my pelvis back down into the dirt. i not longer want to help Him.

He begins pounding on my ass and with every few thrusts, He picks my head up slightly off of the ground and then slams my face back down into the dirt. i can feel scratches and swelling on my left cheek from the ground and the pulsating of my right cheek from His blows.

my screams slowly become more and more muffled, turning into cries mixed with sobbing. He unloads into my ass and withdraws quickly. It feels as if He has ripped my entire intestinal track out. i scream and clench in pain.

He still has my wrists in His right hand, but His left hand has abandoned my head. He switches His hands out, and uses His right hand to push Himself up with, pulling me up with Him. i am kneeling with my back to Him, when suddenly everything goes black.

i wake up sometime later, with no clue how long i was out. i am sprawled on the dirt, face down, with my pants around my ankles. my head is pounding, and feels cold, as if it is wet. i slowly curl up into the fetal position and with some difficulty lift my torso up off the ground. i gently reach up to feel the source of throbbing on my head. It is wet. It is bleeding. Both sides of my face are burning and throbbing, my head is pounding and my ass is shooting sharp waves of pain. i slowly stand up, shaking violently, and pull up my pants and look around. i have no idea where i am. i try to remember the direction that i ran from and head that way, walking slowly, listening intently for any noises. i am sure that my assailant will not be coming back. But i will never walk outside alone at night again…

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So there you go. There are 3 of them. What are yours???

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sunshine