You hear my car pull up and you go to the door, as I told you to do. When I come in you look at me expectantly. I look you over, my eyes hard. I hand you my purse and coat and go sit in my armchair. You put the purse and coat away and come over to stand beside me. “Down” I say, pointing to the floor in front of me. You drop to your knees.

“Take off my shoes and rub my feet,” I order you, leaning back in the chair. You hurry to comply. While you are rubbing my feet, I tell you about my day. “I’ve just had the wildest day,” I tell you, “Phone ringing all day, problems all over the place, arguing with vendors… A completely frustrating day. I’m wound about as tight as I can get.”

“Anything I can do?” you ask.

A nasty smile plays over my lips. “I’m so glad you asked…”

I kiss you long and hard, pressing my body up against you, then strap the ballgag around your head and move over to the toy rack. There are spreader bars between your ankles and between your wrists, your arms held over your head by the rope over the rafter. I come back to where you are tied, suede whip in my hand. My face is grim, determined, my eyes seem to look through you.

I hold the whip up for you to hang on to for me while I gather my hair back into a ponytail. Your eyes get wide – I only do this when I’m serious. I take the whip from you and look at you… slowly walking around to stand behind you. You feel my head on your back – my cheek pressed against your shoulder, hands pressed to your sides. A few deep breaths and I move away.

Thwack!

The suede tails hit your buttocks. Noticeably harder than my usual warm-up stroke. I cover your back and bottom with strokes of the whip until they are warm and pink. My hand runs over your back, caressing the faint stripes.

I walk around and look at your face. Your eyes look at me, hungry and wondering. I stroke your face and go take the blindfold off the rack. I don’t want your heart right now, I want your body, and I can see your heart in your eyes.

You wince as the whip hits your chest. You’re not used to me flogging your front side – it has taken you by surprise. The whip covers the front of your body from your chest to your thighs, making you jump when it hits your tender nipples.

I leave you briefly to go back to the toy rack. When I come back to you, my hand wraps around your sack. I pull hard, biting your neck to hear you moan and feel you struggle. A second after I move away you feel the leather strap hitting your chest. I cover your body with slaps from the strap, red imprints appear on your fleshy parts where I’ve hit you hard.

When I get back from the next trip to the toy rack, you hear a swish in the air. I’ve only used the cane on you once before, and very lightly.

“I’m going to take the gag out,” I whisper in your ear. “Don’t talk. Don’t say a word. Understand?”

You nod, and I remove the gag. You stretch your jaw, but say nothing.

The cane strikes your buttocks and you gasp. It lands again, this time on your thighs.

I strike your legs and bottom, harder and harder until you cry out, then back off slightly and continue covering your bottom and thighs with welts from the cane.

We’ve both had enough.

I remove your blindfold, remove the bars and cuffs from your ankles and wrists. We sink to the thickly padded floor and curl up in each others arms, holding each other tight.

“Thank you….” I whisper.

Originally posted 2010-05-24 13:11:33. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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She has posted me in the adjoining room behind a heavy curtain,
where I can’t be seen, but can see everything.

What does she intend now?

Is she afraid of him? She has driven him insane enough to be sure,
or is she hatching a new torment for me? My knees tremble.

They are talking. He has lowered his voice so that I cannot
understand a word, and she replies in the same way. What is the
meaning of this? Is there an understanding between them?

I suffer frightful torments; my heart seems about to burst.

He kneels down before her, embraces her, and presses his head
against her breast, and she–in her heartlessness–laughs–and now
I hear her saying aloud:

“Ah! You need another application of the whip.”

“Woman! Goddess! Are you without a heart–can’t you love,” exclaimed
the German, “don’t you even know, what it means to love, to be
consumed with desire and passion, can’t you even imagine what I
suffer? Have you no pity for me?”

“No!” she replied proudly and mockingly, “but I have the whip.”

She drew it quickly from the pocket of her fur-coat, and struck him
in the face with the handle. He rose, and drew back a couple of paces.

“Now, are you ready to paint again?” she asked indifferently. He did
not reply, but again went to the easel and took up his brush and
palette.

The painting is marvellously successful. It is a portrait which as
far as the likeness goes couldn’t be better, and at the same time it
seems to have an ideal quality. The colors glow, are supernatural;
almost diabolical, I would call them.

The painter has put all his sufferings, his adoration, and all his
execration into the picture.

Originally posted 2007-06-19 16:14:22. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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“Oh hello Miss, you’re early.” I said in surprise. I then noticed she had her overnight bag in her hand.

“I can’t stop now, we’re all meeting up at 8.” She replied, putting her jacket on.

“Who’s we?” I asked.

“Me, Chris, Cath and Tony, we’re going to the cinema.”

“And your bag?”

“Oh, I’m staying over at Chris’s tonight, it just seems easier. I did leave you a note.” She said matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean, you’re staying at Chris’s, you only saw him a couple of days ago. I thought we agreed it would only be once a week.?” I replied, starting to get angry and anxious.

“We never agreed that…and besides I haven’t seen him since Friday.”

“Erm, he was fucking fucking you on Saturday morning,” I replied angrily.

“Well maybe that’s because you can’t. “ she said.

“Only because I’m locked up.””Well you agreed to it, and you agreed to me seeing Chris.” She responded with an element of contempt in her voice.

“I didn’t agree to it…to any of it. You asked me to…no TOLD me.”

“Look, I really am late, and I’m glad I’m going out if you’re going to be in such a foul mood, and behave so rudely.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I replied, “Look can we just talk about this.”

“I’ll maybe see you tomorrow night, OK?” came her reply and with that she picked up her bag and left.

I did think about trying to stop her, but she was pretty determined and she had a look in her eye that frankly scared me a bit.

I was furious, especially when I found her note on the kitchen table:

Chastityboy,
Staying at Chris’s tonight, see you tomorrow.
Can you iron my work shirts?
Miss K

Is that all I deserved. If I hadn’t got home when I did that’s all I’d have had. I’ve done everything she’s asked. It’s not been easy and at times it has really hurt, but the least I deserve is a bit of respect and thoughtfulness in return. As someone commented, it isn’t really compromise if it’s only me making it. I can’t believe she’s been so … well horrible. I tried to call her mobile but she was either out of battery or had it turned off, even after the film must have finished.

I didn’t get much sleep I was so angry. I’m also really itching on my legs and “other” areas where my hair is starting to grow back. She probably doesn’t even give a fuck, although she’s probably getting one.

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Finally I fell asleep, and dreamed that I murdered Wanda in a
violent attack of jealousy. I was condemned to death, and saw myself
strapped on the board; the knife fell, I felt it on my neck, but I
was still alive–

Then the executioner slapped my face.

No, it wasn’t the executioner; it was Wanda who stood wrathfully
before me demanding her furs. I am at her side in a moment, and help
her on with it.

There is a deep joy in wrapping a beautiful woman into her furs, and
in seeing and feeling how her neck and magnificent limbs nestle in
the precious soft furs, and to lift the flowing hair over the collar.
When she throws it off a soft warmth and a faint fragrance of her
body still clings to the ends of the hairs of sable. It is enough to
drive one mad.

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Aeysha was the kind of girl, that in my former life, I didn’t like much at
all. Not that she wasn’t polite, but she had a kind of condescending way about
her. She gave off the signals, albeit covertly, that she didn’t care much for
me (or for any guy for that matter) and that Carmen would be better off without
me. Consequently, I tried my best to avoid speaking with Aeysha too much,
preferring to bring Carmen home with me as quickly as possible to do what
couples do. The few extended conversations that I ever had with Aeysha turned
into disagreements about men, women, feminism, etc. Aeysha was everything that
Carmen was not: Dark of hair, sarcastic, opinionated, quick-witted. I must say
that in retrospect, I was intimidated by Aeysha. She wasn’t exactly pretty,
but she had a very toned, hot body that she achieved through spending as many
diligent hours at the gym as her grad student schedule would allow.

As it happens, about two months into our relationship Carmen had to leave town
on short notice upon the death of her grandfather. She had called and left me
a message that she would be returning on that Saturday, and to pick her up at
her apartment, as she would be in the mood to have some fun. When I arrived at
her place however, I found only Aeysha.

“Oh hi, um…what’s up?”
“Is Carmen ready yet?”
“Carmen is Chicago until tomorrow.”
“She said she was coming back tonight.”
“No she’s coming back on Sunday.”
“Jesus…she left a message saying Saturday.”
“Well she must have said Sunday, because she’s not here.”

I asked Aeysha if I could come in to use the bathroom before heading back
home. She sighed and let me in. After I had used the facilities I passed her
in the living room on the way to the door. I got just as far as the door
handle.

“Oh, Bobbie?”
“Yes?”
“You didn’t say thank you for my allowing you to use the bathroom.”

What a bitch.

“Um…thank you Aeysha”
“That’s better. Now before you go, I was thinking that maybe we could get to
know each other a little better…”
“Well ok. What do you want to do? Have a drink or something?”
“I was thinking perhaps we could fuck each other’s brains out.”
“JESUS Aeysha. I’m dating Carmen. You know that!”
“Oh come on…it will be our little secret. Just once. I want to see for
myself what Carmen has been raving about. You do think I’m attractive, don’t
you?”
“Well yeah but…”

But.
But.

(Continued … )

Originally posted 2009-03-13 12:46:17. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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We spent marvellous days together; we visited the mountains and
lakes, we read together, and I completed Wanda’s portrait. And how
we loved one another, how beautiful her smiling face was!

Then a friend of hers arrived, a divorced woman somewhat older, more
experienced, and less scrupulous than Wanda. Her influence is already
making itself felt in every direction.

Wanda wrinkles her brows, and displays a certain impatience with me.

Has she ceased loving me?

Originally posted 2007-06-19 14:50:46. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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I am a submissive male in a wonderful, loving relationship. I discovered my submissive nature nearly thirty years ago in college. What followed, was a hollow marriage of over twenty years to a woman who wouldn’t even consider the lifestyle.

Today, I am happily married to my second wife, who is slowly becoming accustomed to being dominant. But sometimes, I think back to how it all started, and just how natural it seemed at the time.

Robin was my girlfriend my freshman year of college. We’d met in summer classes, getting a head start before the real school year began. For a couple months we dated, eventually enjoying sexual intimacy in the small trailer my parents had purchased for my use as a home for my college years.

Robin lived in an apartment complex with two roommates, Becky and Carla.

In those days, I was well built, in good shape. Brown hair, good looking. But not very confident, kind of shy.

Robin was just a tad plump. But, she had the most gorgeous doe eyes, she could look at me and I would melt in them. Robin had not dated much, and like me, was a bit quiet and shy herself. I think, we felt comfortable together, no pressure to impress the other.

The day things turned for me, I was picking Robin up and she invited me in while she finished getting ready. It was late, I’d had a night class. Middle of the week. A warm, August night.

Her roommates were dressed in swim suits and heading out to the apartment complex pool. Becky was in a blue two piece, she was tall, maybe 5’7”, slender. Very small chested but in the swimsuit her ass looked great. Carla was a very small girl. 5’, couldn’t have weighed 100 lbs. She had on a black one piece.

While Robin finished getting ready they stayed inside and visited. Carla thought we should stay and go swimming. I told them I didn’t have a suit. Eventually Robin appeared and Carla wouldn’t quit talking about us going swimming with them. I couldn’t understand why Carla wasn’t getting it, I..didn’t…have…a suit!

As Carla pushed the issue, her voice took on a commanding tone. Robin just said, ”Ok.”, and without even asking me, she went back to her bedroom to change. I noticed Carla’s nipples bursting the fabric of her swimsuit. Becky had just stayed quiet the whole time. I honestly didn’t know what to think.

The pool was empty, the girls walked the steps into it. I had no idea what I should do next. Carla told me to get in. ”In my clothes?”

”Take them off.”

I looked at Robin, I saw an expression I hadn’t seen in her eyes. Those beautiful doe eyes were bright with fire! ”It’s ok.”

So I took my clothes off and swam with them. I was up against a wall of the pool, cuddling with Robin. Her big breasts looked great in the low cut green one piece. I was just getting used to the situation and thinking of bragging to my friends.

Becky and Carla got closer. They asked if Robin was going to share and the next thing I know I’ve got six hands touching me. Carla said she thought I’d make a nice housepet.

It was Becky who said, ”Let’s take him inside and teach him some tricks!” I was all for it.

Carla got out of the pool, grabbed my clothes and ran back to the apartment with them. The girls forced me to sneak from the pool, into the complex on the first floor,up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway in the buff.

Robin and Becky followed behind, laughing so loud I thought every door would open.

Inside, little Carla was all business. My clothes were no where in sight. The girls sat together on the couch and had me ”parade” and ”model” for them. Then, Carla took Robin into the bedroom for a ”chat”.

Alone, Becky seemed to lose her nerve, and told me to turn around so I wasn’t looking at her. But, as my back was facing her, she put her toes into the crack of my ass.

When Robin came back out, she told me that since I was ”her’s”, that I was to do what she said, or I could leave. Being so turned on I had pre-cum dripping already, I promised to do what she said.

She put me on the floor, on my back. She straddled my face, her swimsuit still on. I felt lotion being poured on my cock, and someone started stroking, I don’t know who, I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t believe how turned on Robin was getting. Before long, she was taking her swimsuit off. She sat in a chair and told me to eat her out.

Becky came over and forced my head into Robin. Carla put a lotioned finger up my ass.

Robin orgasmed. I had never experienced a woman having an orgasm until that moment. She pushed my head away and told me, ”Do them!”

Each in turn I ate Becky, then Carla. As I did, they were grabbing me and finger fucking me and each other.

When they were satisfied, Carla put me on my knees, and put my hand on my cock. She told me it was my turn. I took the hint and started jerking. As I did, she struck me on the ass.

She said to Robin, ”I want your boyfriend to be our housepet. And Robin promised her I would be.”

When I came, Becky and Carla laughed at me, called me a pervert. I actually felt myself grow hard again!

So, that was the night I learned I was a submissive. It all started out as play, got out of hand, and turned into something special.

Over the next few months, they made up many games. If any of them saw me on campus, they would take me to a secluded (if car seat, broad daylight is secluded) place and make me jerk. They all liked making me jerk for them.

There was never any intercourse except on dates with Robin. (We acted ”normal” on our dates.) They got off on my face, or with each other, or with toys.

Of course, eventually they got around to making me clean up, cook, the slave things.

They even came up with a uniform for me. A once piece pink leotard with a hole in front and back.

Becky’s favorite game was to fuck me with a vibrator while pinching my nipples. She would make me plead to be her pervert and come for her.

Carla learned somewhere, and taught me, to lay on the couch with pillows under my back, and throw my legs forward so I could suck my own dick. She loved to watch me swallow my own cum.

Robin and I broke up, her idea, after a few more months. But I was still to be the housepet. Carla decided to force Robin to submit as well and she and Becky would force us to fuck ”show”, as they called it, for them.

They’d tell us what to do and they would sit back and masterbate. They would have each of us eat them.

One night the girls, Becky and Carla…Robin was no longer allowed to speak, nor was I. The girls, decided to see how many times I could get off.

The had me jerk. After I came, they spanked me and fucked my ass until I was hard again and I had to jerk again. By the third time, I could no longer cum. But, my cock would lurch up and down, looking for something to spit out.

After the fifth time, I honestly believed I was spent. Carla had Robin take my soft cock into her mouth and suck it stiff again. It was the first time in their apartment that I had gotten a blow job.

I went soft again right after she took her mouth away. Carla lay me on the floor on my back and dropped to her knees just above my dick. She moved back and forth, inviting in to her. I was hard in a second.

I stroked again for the girls, with Carla just inches above it, sometimes dropping down to letting the tip touch her.

When I managed a drop of cum, she was so impressed she kissed me on the lips. She’d never done this before, either, and I fell in love with her right there.

I wanted to be her slave forever. But, the school year ended and we lost touch. The last girl I ran into was Becky, we were seniors n college by now.

Becky had become full blown lesbian. She said Robin called once in awhile, she was getting married. Becky couldn’t stand her ”man”, and expressed that she believed Robin was still into the submissive thing.

Becky asked if I still was. I said I wanted to be, but hadn’t found the right girl. I asked her about Carla. She said to get in line, but Carla was very expensive now.

Originally posted 2009-02-17 06:12:09. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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When, with her free hand, Moira began gently to stimulate my crotch, I
relaxed even more. There was no chance of cuming unless she removed the
girdle from me of course, but once again lust began to violate my senses.
All this time Lars had remained standing next to Moira. Now she sat me up
again, and reached for Lars’s penis. I was made to face Moira, who was now
sitting cross-legged, on my knees, with Lars standing almost over us.
Once more Moira made me lean forward and take her gorgeous, round, feminine
breast between my lips, this time through her bra again. After only twenty
seconds or so Moira reached out with one hand and grasped Lars’s limp cock.
I watched open-eyed as she manipulated his foreskin back and forth only
inches away from me. Gradually his manhood began to expand afresh. Before
his shaft could rear up too far, Moira took her free hand and held my head
to it’s nipple sucking task. Then with her other hand still on Lars she
guided his knob towards me. Slowly she rubbed his penis up and down on the
smooth material of her bra, first on the breast further from me, then
transferring his expanding shaft to the same globe I was suckling. Now his
knob was only an inch from my lips, indenting the same bra cup I was sucking.

“Remember,” Moira told me. “Lars wasn’t lying. We don’t want you to do
anything you don’t want to. But I love you, and I want you to suck Lars’s
cock to show me how much you love me! It’ll be an incredibly erotic sight
for me if you do it. I want to see you suck Lars for me. But I want you to
want to do it darling. It’s really quite enjoyable. Believe me, I’ve tried
it. I’m going to put Lars’s cock in your mouth now, so if you keep sucking
my tit that means you agree to sucking his cock, OK?”

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“Sit up on your knees but keep your head bowed. Do not speak unless invited to.”

“For the next week you aren’t my lover. You aren’t my pet. You are my slave but that won’t be your title. Nor am I your Goddess. I am your Owner. You are my property.”

“What am I? Answer.”

“My owner.” She kicked my right knee.

“What are you? Answer.”

“Your property.” She kicked my left knee.

“If you had the proper mindset you wouldn’t be wondering why you were kicked. But I know you: you wonder why.”

“You will learn how to speak as property.”

“I forbid you to use pronouns or adjectives. You will use nouns and verbs. Nothing else.”

“You should have said ‘Owner, owner.’ Property can never say my because property has nothing. Never address your owner without using your owner’s title.”

“You probably think you should have said ‘Property’s owner.’ But property has nothing. You must say ‘Owner of property.” Never use the possessive.

“Unless I tell you to use other words. Spoken protocol may change by day or hour. I may call you many things. You exist only to please my whims.”

End of Part 3

Originally posted 2007-11-12 06:30:52. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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