Wednesday, 30 September 2009

9 MUSES 2 UPDATES

Busy here at Boundnsexy as we have completed securing the final location in Quebec City, by the Chateau for a very sexy cool scene in 9 Muses 2, rehearsals are still going on and principle date shooting will be as before mentioned Jan 2010. 9 Muses 2 is the sequel to the Thriller 9 Muses if you haven’t got your copy yet, you’ll have to first before watching the sequel as the story has a major twist.

Docs principle photography is completed as this sexy Horror is sure to send chills and arousement.

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Friday, 25 September 2009

Arranging Love by Nina Pierce

Arranging Love by Nina Pierce

Liquid Silver

He never believed love was unconditional. She never expected the ties that bind would be found at the end of a flogger …

Arranging Love, the final novella in the Tilling Passions series, finds florist, Meghan Tilling, questioning the true impetus for her fiancé’s frequent business seminars and sudden interest in bondage. Could her sisters be right in claiming Peter’s out-of-town trips have more to do with clandestine meetings than with work commitments? Should Meghan let go of decorum and allow herself the pleasures of deviant sex?

Peter Maddock loves his fiancée, but when an online Dominatrix awakens the darker side of his sexual fantasies, he can’t help but seek her out at a private BDSM party. When several accidents threaten Meghan’s life, Peter fears he’s opened their world to a stalker. Will he be able to protect his fiancée without revealing secrets that may threaten everything and everyone he’s come to love?

Can Peter and Meghan explore their innermost desires and discover the answers to her father’s illness … all without losing their lives?

Arranging Love is the third book of the Tilling sisters’ story. I have to say that this is a great stand alone book. You really do not need to have read the previous books to understand this one but I, for one, will be picking up the books I have missed if they are anything like this story.

Meghan Tilling seem to be a very trusting young woman. She runs her flower shop and only thinks good of everyone.  Even when she senses her fiancé is not as attentive as he was, she blames herself. I could relate to Meghan and what she was feeling. When her sisters tried to tell her they thought Peter was cheating on her, Meghan did not believe them and sought out excuses for his behavior.

Peter Maddock is Meghan’s fiancé. He travels in his business and is an orphan. At first I felt sorry for him being all alone in the world but then I got mad that he would surf the Internet looking for someone to hook up with to “fill the chasm in his heart”. That’s why he has Meghan. Peter discovers that he likes BDSM and convinces Meghan to spice up their love life.

The story had me completely. I rooted for Meghan, booed Peter, and tried to figure out who was trying to kill Meghan.  Add to that the sick Tilling patriarch, the Tilling mother who was always being consoled by the doctor and one Mistress Crystal who is stalking Peter. Oh, my.

Arranging Love is a beautifully orchestrated story. There are twists and turns that have you guessing from the first chapter. I know I will be reading more about this fascinating family.

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Dildos & Drills

“If you want to play in the dirt, expect to get muddy.”

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Flogging, Biting and Fucking - A Weekend To Remember

My second trip to Denver was amazing. Master picked me up at the airport and we excitedly chatted on the way to his house. J called, and He took the phone from me and then told me to suck his cock while He talked to her and drove. After a while, He instructed me to stop and handed me the phone. i talked to J for a few more minutes before i hung up. We then discussed the evening’s plans. L’s birthday party was that night, and it was a surprise. And she had no idea that i was coming into town. We were both crazy with excitement.

He dropped me off at their house and instructed me to get everything ready for the party. He said that we did not have many people coming, so we would not need much food, and gave me the money to go to the store with. As soon as He left i headed to the store to buy snacks and decorations for the party.

The guests started arriving and one woman asked about the food. I did not have much out, as i was following Master’s orders, but we decided to add some to it. The party was lovely, and L was VERY happy to see me.

Once the party was over, me, Master and L sat around watching football. After a few minutes, He instructed me to go downstairs and take L and begin and He would join us shortly. i politely asked her if she would like to join me downstairs and she happily accepted. Within a few minutes i was eating her pussy eagerly. i heard Him come into the room but i couldn’t see Him. As i continued licking His wife with all of my might i heard him set out a few things. At one point i turned and looked and saw him sitting out a chair with straps attached to it. i knew that He was going to bind me to it.

Once He had everything set out, He instructed me to stop. I sat up and waited for Him to give me further instructions. He instructed her to turn over onto her stomach and she did. He then handed me a black leather glove covered in tiny silver spikes. i put it on my hand, as He instructed and waited. i watched as He pulled out a small instrument that looked like a little pinwheel of sharp needle-point spikes attached to a straight stick handle. He began rolling it all over her, and with each whisk of the pinwheel she gasped and shook. i wondered what it felt like, if it hurt and if so, how much. It was as if He read my mind because soon He whisked it down my arm. It was sharp and pointy, but more prickly than painful. He then silently instructed me to run the glove along her body spike side down. He simply waved His hand over her still torso and nodded. i did as He showed me, and we alternated with the glove and the pinwheel. He also had me spank her ass with the glove a couple of times, which made her jump and cry out each time. i shuddered and winced at the thought of causing her pain, even though i knew that she liked it. She was so delicate and sweet, it was hard for me to inflict pain onto her.

He then took back the glove and put it and the pinwheel away. i watched as He grabbed a new instrument, it was black and consisted of a handle that had many long black leather strips attached to it. He jiggled it over her back, letting the tips of the black leather strips tickle her. He then began to sweep it back and forth across her ass, stroking her with it harder and faster as He went. She moaned pleasurably and mumbled “Thank you” into the bed underneath her face. She then muttered, “Love that” and moaned some more. Every once in a while, He would stop stroking her with it and would jiggle it over various parts of her body again, which made her squeal and squirm.

He put the black instrument away and opened a large clear tupperware container filled with a clear gooey substance. He took a cotton swab and told me that i would be His official “blower” as he swooped the swab through the clear jelly-like substance. i had no idea what He meant, but i knew that He would guide me and i sat up nice and straight and awaited his instruction.

He took the swab of goo and ran it along her back, down her spine. He then took the swab and lit the end of it with a burning candle next to the bed. He then touched the flame quickly to the substance down her spine and it lit on fire, which he immediately blew out. i knew what my job was now, and i moved a little closer to fulfill my new duty.

He spread the goo on her shoulders, the small of her back, her thighs and her ass. Each time He lit her i would blow it out as quickly as i could. He then instructed her to turn over and he put a small heart shape of goo on her chest directly underneath her left breast. He lit it and i blew it out. He then made a line all the way down her chest and then across her lower stomach and lit it. The flame shot down her body and across her stomach to each hip simultaneously. She gasped and squirmed as we blew it out.

He then motioned for me to hold out my arm. i did, and he put a line of the good down my arm and then lit it and blew it out. It was like a flash of warmth, not necessarily hot and it surely did not burn. But it made my skin feel alert and alive.

He then motioned for me to come to Him and i stood up off the bed. He pointed to the chair and i promptly sat in it. He then grabbed my wrists and strapped them to each side, directly to the chair with large black straps. i smiled in excited anticipation as He then ran His hand along my right leg, yanking it in line with the leg of the chair and then strapping my ankle to it. He repeated the process with my left leg.

He then motioned for L to come to the end of the bed and she immediately obeyed. He told her that He was now going to fuck her and that the entire time He was fucking her that she was to look at me and tell me how He felt. He then told her to lay on her back with her head off the edge of the bed. i knew from experience that He was going to deep throat her. And He did. And i watched. He then got onto the bed and began to fuck her as hard as He could with her head hanging off the edge of the bed, with her looking directly at me. She was saying how amazing He felt and moaning really loud. Her bright eyes were staring up at me while i sat there, unable to do anything but watch her being pleasured by Him.

After a few minutes He grabbed a fistful of her hair and instructed her to cum, and within seconds she began to cum and wail loudly. i bit my lip as i watched her fully orgasm, staring at me the whole time. It was one of the hottest things i have ever witnessed.

He then got off of her and instructed her to lay on her back with her head on the pillows and she obeyed. He then came over, and slowly unstrapped my right leg, then my left, then each wrist. He told me to pick up where i had left off, but to be careful because she had just cum.

i eagerly climbed onto the bed, spread her legs wide and began licking her as firmly but gently as i could. She shot her hands above her head and grabbed the headboard and moaned happily. i heard the rustle of a condom behind me and felt Him climb onto the bed. As He mounted me i felt the tip of His hard cock push into my tight little ass. I tried hard not to clench, but my leg muscles instinctively tightened as He began to push into it.

i threw my head up and screamed in pain, tears immediately flowing freely down my face. She grabbed my head and whispered to me “Relaaaax,” and stroked my hair. He stopped and instructed me that if i needed Him to stop to say, “Red.”

i nodded and He began to push into me again. i began punching the bed next to her and screaming “GOD DAMMIT, FUCK!!!!!” He pushed further and further into my ass and i tried to resume licking her, but had to take breaks every few seconds to scream and yell curse words. He finally made it all the way into my ass and began thrusting harder and harder. By this time it felt good, and my screams became moans as i licked His wife hungrily. The taste of her sweet Krispy Kreme-like pussy in my mouth combined with His huge hard cock pounding into my ass sent me flying. i was in a truly happy place of pure ecstasy, and with every stroke and lick i got closer and closer to cumming. i felt my clit start to tingle along with the pit of my stomach and knew that i would be cumming soon. i took a break from eating her pussy to scream and enjoy my powerful orgasm. It shot down from my stomach to my clit and shot throughout my entire pelvis and groin. i poked my ass up a little bit further and He kept pounding on it, even harder now. i returned to my “job” and was determined to make her cum. She moaned and moaned, even harder and louder this time and i continued, concentrating on staying in the same spot and getting her there in a solid progressive climb.

After a few minutes she began to wail really loud and i knew that she was about to cum. He also started moaning really loud, and i concentrated even harder as she shook and wailed beneath me, and He rammed and moaned above me. After they both finished their orgasms, He withdrew from my ass and i fell onto her with a sigh of complete satisfaction and accomplishment. after we all gathered ourselves, He ordered me to come lay in between them and they surrounded me with arms and legs and kisses. i snuggled down deep in between them with a huge smile on my face. i had not felt that content and peaceful in a very long time.

The next day when we all woke up, Master and i went to the grocery store to get some things, since He had requested that i make breakfast for them on Sunday, just as i do for my kids each week. When we got home, L and i made breakfast. After we all ate, we discussed the plans for that evening. One of the online swingers sites was hosting a White Party, and He stated that He would be deciding later whether we were going to attend that or spend a quiet evening at home.

Lunchtime rolled around and He asked me if i would go with Him to get some sandwiches for lunch. We drove for about 15 minutes to this little tiny authentic Italian sandwich shop. On the way, we chatted about the weekend and what we were going to do. We had planned on getting the “Yes Sir” tattoo on my ass that day but the tattoo artist canceled on us. And He was going to purchase a new show collar to let me wear. This was my good girl reward for following His instructions the last month. i was extremely excited over this, and couldn’t wait!

At the Italian sandwich shop there were a couple of older family members working behind the counter, speaking in thick Italian accents and yelling orders to each other. Master and i got sandwiches, and then on the way home we stopped by one of His favorite motorcycle shops and took a look around.

When we got home, we all ate our sandwiches at the table while chatting about the rest of the evening. Master announced that He had decided that we were going to attend the White Party, but that He and L had to attend a family BBQ first. They left, and i laid down on the couch to take a much needed nap. After a good sleep, i woke up and began to get ready for the party. i had brought several white outfits, but one dress in particular i wanted to wear. It was short and buttoned all the way up the front with a scoop neck that showed off my tits and made them look nice and big. i knew that Master and L would love it, and i was very excited to wear it for them.

They came home and we all got dressed and headed out. But we made a very important stop first. i was receiving my good girl reward, which was that i was going to get to pick out any collar i wanted. It was going to be a new show collar, and i was beyond excited. i had been picturing the one that i wanted, and i knew that i wanted a red shiny one. We got to the Crypt, and He led me over to the showcase holding the selection of collars. They had all different colors and styles, and after trying several on, i narrowed it down to a red plaid one, a solid black one, and another solid black one with a small red patch on it. i wasn’t overly crazy about any of them, and was just about to decide on the plain black one when suddenly the sales lady remembered that one of the mannequins had the same exact one on except it was RED!!! She scurried over and got it down for me and L placed it around my neck. i immediately knew that this was the one. It was red and shiny, EXACTLY how i had pictured it! The only thing that i would have changed about it was that it didn’t lock, but the majority of the ones they had didn’t. But either way, i didn’t care. It was beautiful, and i gave Master a huge kiss and thanked Him for His pretty, new collar.

As we walked back to the car, i felt myself dripping down my leg from excitement. i did not have any panties on underneath my dress, and i laughed at how much i was dripping as L and i walked along the sidewalk holding hands. i was happy, beyond happy as i sat in the back seat of the car and gingerly fingered Master’s shiny leather collar sitting snugly around my neck. The whole way to the party i was giddy with excitement. L laughed at me, because i could not keep up with the conversation. All i could think about was how happy i was, and i was off somewhere on cloud 9, just me and His shiny red collar, dancing on the clouds, happy as could be.

We arrived at the party and Master put a leash on me. My heart jumped so hard it almost choked me. i had no idea why i loved that damn leash so much, but i did. We made our way through the crowd and within a few minutes He removed the leash. It was way too crowded to try and navigate with a leash. There were people everywhere! Master and L knew quite a bit of them, and we slowly made our rounds throughout the house.

After having conversations with several people there, we headed into the kitchen to sit, as L’s feet were beginning to hurt. After sitting and chatting a while, Master decided that we should go upstairs to see if anything interesting was going on. We made our way into one of the bedrooms and saw 2 couples fucking. One couple was on the bed and one couple was on a small sofa in the corner. About 10 or so people stood around the edge of the room watching. We wandered into the bathroom and peeked into an adjacent room but nothing much was going on in there. We went back into the first room and found a place to stand and watch the couples fuck.

After a few moments, Master put His arms around me from behind and began unbuttoning my dress. He slid my dress off of my shoulders and it fell to the floor, leaving me naked except for my bra and high heels. He then slid L’s dress up over her head and tossed it aside. He then grabbed her hair in His left fist and mine in His right, gently pushed down on our heads and stated firmly, “Down.” We both knew the command well, and fell to our knees and opened our mouths, ready to accept His cock when He presented it to us. We took turns sucking His large, hard cock, slathering our hot wet mouths all over it, and i heard Him moan as a couple of the other people watching made favorable comments.

After a few moments, He grabbed our hair again and lifted us back up into standing positions. He removed L’s bra, and then mine, and tossed them aside. He then firmly told L to go lay down on the floor, on her back, by the bed. She immediately obeyed. He then gestured towards her and told me to go lay on top of her, missionary style. i immediately got excited and practically leapt on top of her. i knew exactly what was going to happen, because she had explained this move they did to me before. He was going to fuck me, while i was laying on top of her, pinning her down. She would have to just watch and be turned on, without any ability to touch herself or pleasure herself in any way. It excited her greatly, and she looked at me and said “Guess what you get to be???”

i smacked the floor on both sides of her and replied “E**** sandwich!!!” and waited for Him to approach me.

He did just a few short moments later. i felt Him kneel behind me and soon i felt His hand reach down and rub my pussy. i wasn’t sure if He was going to enter my ass or my pussy, as we tend to have anal sex more than vaginal sex. Suddenly both of His hands spread apart my pussy and within moments His large, rock hard cock entered me. i immediately melted into L and moaned with pleasure. He felt so good inside of me and she felt so good beneath me. i was truly in a very happy place, and completely forgot about the people surrounding us, watching it all take place.

Master began thrusting into me harder and harder, and His very large cock was slamming into the bottom of my pussy. With each thrust i let out a scream, which made Him thrust even harder. Soon everything faded except the feel of Him behind me and the smell, sound and feel of her beneath me. She would occasionally brush back my hair and look at my face as i screamed louder and louder as he pounded me harder and deeper with each thrust. i suddenly felt my orgasm start, but before i even had a chance to focus on it, it shot through my entire body like a bolt of lightening. i came so hard that my vision blurred for a moment and i had to come back to reality and remember where i was for a split second when i opened my eyes. Once it was over, i looked over and the male part of a couple that we had been talking to earlier was kneeling in front of mine and L’s faces, presenting his large hard cock to us. i knew that He wanted one of us (or both of us) to suck it, but i was being fucked too hard to think about anything else. Besides, i knew that i had a very strict rule about not fucking anyone else without Master’s expressed permission, and since He was busy beating up my pussy it was not the best time to bring up the subject. Within a few moments, He began to cum, moaning very loudly and thrusting deep and hard in long, slow strokes.

He exited me and just as i got up He instructed L to get up onto the bed. The couple that had been on there was gone and He wanted to take it over. She got onto the bed and laid on her back with her head on the pillows and He suddenly grabbed the back of my hair and pushed my face into her pussy. i happily began rubbing her clit with my tongue in up and down, firm, fast strokes. She began to moan and i began swinging my legs behind me, as i always do when i am eating out a girl, and suddenly realized that i still had on my white high heels. i left them on, as leaving my heels on during sex makes me feel incredibly sexy.

Master came onto the bed and knelt next to L, watching us both. i ate her the best that i could, and could hear her getting close to cumming. Suddenly, a loud, drunk, obnoxious girl came into the room, shouting something to one of the bystanders. Someone asked her to be quiet, because people were having sex and she scoffed. L was back to moaning softly and i knew that she had lost all the progress that i had made. The girl behind us let out a couple more loud comments and then finally shut up. i began to focus even harder on getting my beautiful Mistress to cum in my mouth.

She slowly began her ascent again, and i focused as hard as i could on staying in the same spot and keeping the same rhythm in order to let her achieve orgasm. She began to shake and wail loudly and i knew she was cumming. As she came, Master came too, all over her chest. The people in the room watching clapped and cheered in appreciation. They knew that our progress had been broken, and how focused we were on getting her to cum. i was pleased that she had finally been satisfied, and stared at Master’s cum all over her chest. I began licking it off, every single drop of it, and she asked me if i was going to share. i leaned over and spit all of His cum into her mouth and she swallowed it. She looked up at Master and said, “She shared!” with a big smile.

i stood up off the bed and my knees buckled a little. The room was much more crowded than it had been before we started, and i recognized several faces from the crowd we had mingled with previously. i began to walk over towards our stuff against the wall when L suddenly grabbed me, hugging me tight. She whispered into my ear and told me that she was falling in love with me, and i told her that i was ok with that. She then asked me to please not break her heart and i promised that i wouldn’t. She brushed my hair back from my face and began kissing me. i kissed her back as passionately as possible and she took a few steps, pushing me towards the wall. Suddenly, Master grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, and grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them above my head. She knelt down and licked me and shoved her fingers into me and began moving them around. i moaned with pleasure as my knees went weak. My orgasm came really fast and really hard, the combination of His strength pinning me against the wall and her soft mouth on me and her fingers moving around in me made me melt into my powerful orgasm as i shook and came within mere minutes.

She rose back up to a standing position and He released His grip on my wrists. i bobbled a little bit and almost collapsed. She grabbed me and asked me if i was ok and i just smiled groggily and sighed saying, “Yesss….”

They both laughed as i let my body sink to the floor. i enjoyed my euphoria for a few moments before gathering myself enough to get re-dressed. After i was dressed, L and i sat up against the wall while Master chatted with a really attractive female, which happened to be the female counterpart of the guy who was presenting his cock to me and L while we were on the floor earlier.

i watched Master as He aggressively came on to the girl for a few minutes and then turned my attention to L. She asked if i had had fun and i said, “Very much so!” I then asked her how situations like this worked and she began explaining how hooking up at swinger parties worked. i stopped her and explained with a chuckle that i knew how that worked, but i meant how did the swinger party situation work with Him, gesturing to Master, who was now getting a blow job from the cute girl. i added, “You know, cause, i mean, i have to ask first, but for instance that guy wanted us to suck him but i didn’t because i had no idea how that works with Him.”

“Ohhhh!” she answered, and quickly explained that in situations like that consent is implied, but if He saw something that He didn’t like He would stop it. This eased my mind greatly. All i was concerned about was making sure that i did not make any mistakes or do anything to displease Master.

I looked over and Master now had the girl naked and bent over, and He was pulling a condom out of His pants. She was sucking away at her significant other’s cock as Master put the condom on. The man she was with pointed to me. i pointed to myself, asking if i was the one he was referring to and he nodded. He then made the “come here” motion and i stood up and walked over to him.

“Down,” he said firmly, and i nervously looked up at Master as i knelt down. He was watching, so i went ahead and opened my mouth and began sucking the man’s cock. He looked at his girl and said that I was fun to watch and i mumbled “thank you” with his cock still in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and started saying dirty things to me, telling me to suck him and calling me a dirty little slut. After a few minutes, he moved over to the bed and i knelt down on the floor in front of the bed and resumed sucking him. He was telling me to look at him, and asked me where i wanted him to cum. i said, “my face” and continued my task. i suddenly felt Master’s hand on my left arm and it flooded me with happiness. i quickly grabbed his hand in mine. It made me feel so good, knowing that He was right there next to me. The man i was sucking began to cum and suddenly pulled out and yanked my head back by my hair, cutting off my air supply and came all over my face. After he was done, he grabbed my face and turned it up to him and asked me if that was what i wanted. i nodded and he then spit onto my face. i recoiled in shock and just then Master stepped in and pulled the guy’s hands off of me and stated that we were still figuring out my boundaries. The guy apologized and i stood up and walked over to L. She asked me if i was ok and looked extremely worried. Right then, Master approached me and asked me the same thing. i stated that i was, but that i needed to wash my face. Master led me to the bathroom and watched as i ran hot water over a washcloth and wiped my face. He again asked me if i was ok and i stated that i was, although the spitting thing was a little much. He assured me that i always had the right to say no, and again asked me if i was sure that i was ok. i smiled at Him and said that i was fine and we went back out into the bedroom. The guy and his girl were standing there with L looking concerned, and Master walked up to him and said that we were all good. The guy reiterated his apology and asked if we were all good for reassurance. Master again said that we were all good and shook the guy’s hand. We then gathered our things and said our goodbyes and left the party.

Master instructed me and L to wait on the curb while He went to get the car. While we waited we discussed the guy spitting on my face. She explained that his girl was really into raunchy degradation play. This explained a lot. i told her that i didn’t even know that guy was a Dom until he said, “Down.” We both laughed about how naturally we react to that command. Knees bend and mouth opens, automatically. i went on to explain that the whole spitting thing was kinda weird, but that i would have probably not been so taken back by it had it been with Master.

In the car on the way home, Master, L and i all discussed degradation play and limits. L told a story about her limits and how she unfortunately had to find them the hard way. When we got home, L went to bed, and Master asked me if i would watch a movie with Him. We snuggled up on the couch to watch “Choke,” a movie about a sex addict. As we watched we discussed the night’s events and the situation with the other Dom. He stated that the whole reason for me not playing with any other Doms without Him being present was for my own protection. He stated that He saw me as this beautiful little flower that was just beginning to bloom, and He didn’t want anybody coming along and crushing His beautiful bloom. i agreed, and He gave me a long, sweet kiss. I curled into the crook of His arm, happy and safe. i liked the feeling. i hadn’t felt “safe” with anyone in a very long time. But for some reason, He made me feel more free yet more protected than i had ever felt before. It was so odd, yet despite my inability to understand it, i enjoyed it, regardless of my intense fear of letting go like that.

Soon He began playing with my tits, and removed my shirt. He did not like for my tits to be covered up, and the majority of the time i was topless. He ran His hand down into my pajama pants and began playing with my pussy. He pulled down my pajama pants and my heart started beating so hard i thought surely He could hear it. He wanted to fuck my ass, and began playing with it and pressing His cock into my ass. i winced in pain, as i was still very sore from the previous night. He knew that i was very sore, and explained to me that i could humbly ask for Him to spare my ass.

“Sir, may i humbly request that you please spare my ass?” i said timidly. He agreed, and we snuggled back into each other and finished the movie.

The next day i made my Master and Mistress breakfast. Master had requested that i cook for Him in the nude, but i was so busy trying to get everything together that i forgot. He walked into the room, on the phone with J, and stated that He had lied, i wasn’t naked. L looked at me and tisked me for being naughty. i had my clothes off within seconds, and i went back to cooking, hoping that He would not spank me for my absent-mindedness. He walked into the kitchen and came up behind me and my heart raced. But He did not spank me, He simply handed me the phone. i talked to J for a little while and then continued making their breakfast. He instructed L to come over to me and they both stood behind me as He instructed me to stand still. I stood as still as i can while they each bit one of my ass cheeks. He bit significantly harder than she did, and when they let go, they marveled at their handywork. He snapped a picture with His phone and showed it to me. There was a nice sized bite mark on my ass. i loved it!

That afternoon, He took me riding on his motorcycle. i was much less nervous this time than the first time. We rode with a friend of His through the mountains and stopped to see Buffalo Bill’s grave. It was beautiful, and on the way back His friend decided to head home, so we split off. As we winded through the mountains we discussed motorcycles and the signals riders use with each other, him and L, and my ass and its recovery process. He stated that He fully intended to fuck my ass when we got home, and that there wasn’t anything that i could do about it. my stomach flip flopped with nervousness and excitement.

We got home and He immediately took me downstairs to fuck me. He ordered me to get undressed and lay on the bed and He crawled on top of me. We began kissing and i mustered up the nerve to ask Him something that i had been wanting to ask for days now.

“Sir?”

“Yes?” He asked, stopping to look down at me.

“Um, you know that bite mark you gave me earlier today?” i asked, averting my eyes from His.

“Yes…” He stated, waiting for me to finish.

“Um, well….,” i hesitated, “i’d like a lot more of those, please.”

Without a word He began biting me really hard all over my body. i squealed in delight and squirmed underneath his mouth chomping down on my alert flesh. i instinctively shot my hands above my head and grabbed the tender skin next to my armpit in my teeth and chomped down on it. It was already sore. i pulled my arm back and took a look at it. There was a nice sized, dark bruise already there. It was from me biting myself during the sex we had had the previous 2 nights. i chuckled and showed Him the bruise and stated that now i knew what it was from and that i had done it to myself and bit down on it again as He continued. After giving me several sizable and rough bites, He suddenly stopped and grabbed my legs and yanked me downward. He shoved His large cock into my pussy and began fucking me harder than i have ever been fucked before. It was amazing. i had never had a guy pound on me that hard and that fast. He changed positions on me a couple of times, and i squirted as i came. When He stopped, He rolled over, out of breath and stated that He needed to catch His breath. i was fine with that, i had just been fucked silly and was enjoying the throbbing all over my body from His cock slamming into my pussy and the bites He had given me.

After a few moments, He got up off of the bed and put on a new condom. He laid two pillows on the center of the bed, on top of each other and suddenly grabbed my ankles and spun me, landing me right on top of the pillows. i knew what He was doing. He was getting ready to fuck my ass and wanted my ass in the air for leverage. i laid there in extreme fear and anticipation as i felt Him kneel on the bed behind me. He mounted me and found my ass with the tip of His cock and began pressing it into me. His cock suddenly broke through and pain seared through my entire ass, radiating out into my stomach and legs. i screamed into the comforter and He laid prone on top of me and bit a huge chunk of my skin on my right shoulder. Suddenly the pain in my ass was bearable, as the pain in my shoulder counter-balanced it. He began fucking my ass in long determined strokes as i whimpered and cried beneath His bite and thrusts. i kept expecting Him to let go of the chunk of skin between His teeth, but He kept biting harder and harder and didn’t let go. This brought an orgasm on almost instantly. My entire body was tingling and quivering as my pussy, every part of it, vagina, clit, and even the sides near the legs, EXPLODED. i had not felt an orgasm that intense in years, if ever. He came almost immediately after i did and rolled over beside me, spent. i laid there, panting and shaking from the powerful orgasm i had just experienced. i rolled over onto my back and immediately winced at the sharp pain in my right shoulder. The waves of throbbing radiated from the place of the bite throughout my entire shoulder, neck and back. It was soothing and sensual, and i love it immensely. i had always loved being bitten, but i had never found anyone that would bite me hard enough to make it count. As i laid there, satisfied beyond compare, i told Him about all of the things i was thinking.

He told me to pack up my things and i did as He suddenly instructed me to sit in the chair that He had strapped me to Friday night. i did as He instructed and he bound my arms and legs to the chair, just as before. He then put nipple clamps on me, and began flicking my nipples really hard with his fingers. The sensation was amazing, and i moaned and jerked with each flick. He then picked up the black leather instrument He had used on L on Friday with all the leather strips and began whipping it across my clamped nipples. It felt absolutely wonderful. With each whisk of the leather across my nipples i gasped and moaned and jerked my body. And with every jerk of my body, the edge of the chair hit against the bite mark on my shoulder, causing it to send throbbing waves throughout my neck, shoulder and upper back. i was in heaven. It was all so relaxing and sensual….i did not want Him to stop. He did though, eventually, and unstrapped me from the chair, un-clamped my nipples, and instructed me to go over and put my hands on the wall.

i did as i was told and He began whipping the strips across my back. Again, it felt amazing, and i loved it. Every once in a while, He would purposely whip it against the bite and the waves and ripples would start again.

He then stopped and i heard Him rustling around. i dropped my hands and He then came back up behind me and said, “I don’t remember telling you that you could move your hands,” to which i immediately replaced them on the wall. He then began running what i recognized by the feel of it as the pinwheel thing across my back. It hurt a little, more than it did on my arm, due to my back being so sensitive from the whipping of the black leather strips on my back and bite. But it wasn’t a bad pain. It was more like an intense pain, but not one that i wanted to escape from necessarily.

After He was finished, He told me that i could move away from the wall and i went to sit back in the chair. He sat on the bed in front of me and asked me what i thought of all the things He had just done to me. i pointed to the black leather thing with the strips and said, “That thing feels GOOD. What’s it called?”

He picked it up and began running the strips through his fist and said that it was called a flogger. i immediately knew that it was going to be one of my favorite toys.

L came home, admired His handywork and then we said our goodbyes. As i drove to the airport L and i discussed the weekend and how great it was. i was sad to be leaving. i wanted to stay, i wanted to soak up even more of them, i wanted to wake up tomorrow with them next to me. As i sat at the airport bar drinking a beer and eating a snack, a couple of people commented on my bite mark. It made me smile, and every once in a while i would reach up and touch it and the ripples would start again…

xoxoxo
sunshine

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

"Pain is certain Suffering is optional"

A story to tell…

Have you ever felt the belt?  No Sir, only spankings

and so the scene begins

hands cuffed in steel behind her back…then instructed to lower her own slacks…but keep her thong on

walk over here dear..and kneel

bend over     turn your head to the side          Do you remember your safe word?  Use it and I will stop…as I’m not practiced in this                     Yes Sir

I start       slowly at first    feeling ass cheeks after each blow         SMACK!   x at least 20

(hissed in her ear)  do you know your safety word?  I get “into” it….but, in short..questioning why she hadn’t used it yet

Marks…marks from blows….slight blood on the edges….red welts

legs/thighs/buttocks/calves

(I could go on and on…I AM Sadistic?  I enjoy this?)

but…….

I stop before she indicates the need    (I cannot do more damage than I already have)

I finger your pussy…to the point that you ask permission to come….reward is given quickly

you come…in cuffed ankles and collar..I force you to hop to your bathroom mirror..to see the result

you gasp

“you didn’t use your safe word” 

No Sir…I didn’t need to

I feel your marks..the warmth emitted

And…..      then I suffer

What am I?

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Tuesday, 22 September 2009

A spark...

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Monday, 21 September 2009

Feeling A Little Sorry For Myself

I am feeling a little sorry for myself at the moment. I really shouldn’t, but let’s take a look at the reality of my situation.

I am not particularly beautiful, nor am I any more special than other women. I hold one singularity and that is my need to be owned, controlled and possessed by a man. At this moment I have men from India to Arizona who want to be with me. For some it is simply a matter of possessing me sexually. For some it is a need to possess me entirely. I have been with some of these men, others…

I don’t mention this to toot my own horn. In fact, as a sub it is almost impossible for me to do so. I mention it as a cornerstone to the search I have embarked on. I told a friend the other day that I wished for one man to own me, control me, protect me. He laughed and called me a liar. He said that in fact, I needed two men to provide for me, my husband and a Dom. It made me think and frankly put me into the melancholy mood I now am.

I would love nothing more than for my husband to control me, to take possession of me wholly. Our relationship doesn’t work this way. It never has. I married him because he was safe, soft, gentle. My role is to give everything of myself to our family and I do so without question. It is when I run emotionally dry that I need to be protected, cherished and indeed because of my certain proclivities, dominated.

My goal is subspace because when I am there nothing else matters. I dip from the fountain of life and everything that I am is fulfilled, replenished. It is after, when my Dom has brought me back, that I can face the rest of the world. I feel stronger for the experience. I want a Dom to take me to the edge of insanity and bring me back again. It takes a lot of trust to allow someone to do this. Add the fact that I am still not certain I have a limit to my tolerance of pain and it can be a dangerous prospect.

Sunday, 20 September 2009

The Cornerstone

I am feeling a little sorry for myself at the moment. I really shouldn’t, but let’s take a look at the reality of my situation.

I am not particularly beautiful, nor am I any more special than other women. I hold one singularity and that is my need to be owned, controlled and possessed by a man. At this moment I have men from India to Arizona who want to be with me. For some it is simply a matter of possessing me sexually. For some it is a need to possess me entirely. I have been with some of these men, others are waiting for me.

I don’t mention this to toot my own horn. In fact, as a sub it is almost impossible for me to do so. I mention it as a cornerstone to the search I have embarked on. I told a friend the other day that I wished for one man to own me, control me, protect me. He laughed and called me a liar. He said that in fact, I needed two men to provide for me, my husband and a Dom. It made me think and frankly put me into the melancholy mood I now am.

I would love nothing more than for my husband to control me, to take possession of me wholly. Our relationship doesn’t work this way. It never has. I married him because he was safe, soft, gentle. My role is to give everything of myself to our family and I do so without question. It is when I run emotionally dry that I need to be protected, cherished and indeed because of my certain proclivities, dominated.

My goal is subspace because when I am there nothing else matters. I dip from the fountain of life and everything that I am is fulfilled, replenished. It is after, when my Dom has brought me back, that I can face the rest of the world. I feel stronger for the experience. I want a Dom to take me to the edge of insanity and bring me back again. It takes a lot of trust to allow someone to do this. Add the fact that I am still not certain I have a limit to my tolerance of pain and it can be a dangerous prospect.

Friday, 18 September 2009

Hate Mail and Beauty

A reader in Portland, Oregon, had this to say on Tuesday:

You’re a selfish, slutty cunt. Put your focus on your children, where it belongs, not your deviant desires. All of you poly player people are idiots. You want the cake and the frosting, without any concern for how your actions might affect others. By the way, your saggy, baggy breasts are ugly, not sexy. You’re almost forty; it’s pathetic that you’re still behaving like a fifteen year old girl. Listen up, stupid bitch, isn’t it time to finally grow the fuck up?!

When I first read it, it felt like a hard, sharp slap…and then, once I let my head clear and my cheeks cool, I became a little sorry for anyone who feels so angry at me (a person they’ve presumably never met) that this sort of vitriol comes out.

However, I thought it could be educational to address each of the points brought up, one at a time.

1)  Re:  selfish, slutty cunt.

Wow.  Two accusations and a derogatory.

Selfish?  Possibly, although you only see what I write about here, so you have no idea what I do with the rest of my time.  I could point out that I volunteer extensively at school and with outside organizations and I have dedicated my working life to helping people achieve their own life goals, but I doubt you’d allow mere facts to disturb the picture you have of me in your head.  Do I engage in a bit of navel-gazing here?  Oh, hell yes.  This is a fucking blog, dear.  This is not my memoir…this is a narrowly focused discussion of my adventures with BDSM and polyamory.

Slutty?  Definitely.  I don’t see that this is the insult you think it is, though.  I enjoy sex and I enjoy sharing it with other people, and the joy we feel together is something that cannot be expressed, no matter how hard one tries.  I’ve written poetry and prose and I’ve read what others have written, and it all falls short, but we’ll keep trying, keep attempting to express the bliss that is deep connection with another human being.  Once you’ve felt it, it’s hard not to want to share it, write it, scream it out from the rooftops.

Cunt?  Hmmm….I know this one was intended to really hurt, but I gotta say – cunts are beautiful, warm, soft, loving, strong, sexy things, so I’m hard-pressed to take it as anything but praise.  In fact, I’m kinda tempted to make myself a tank top that says “Cunt” just to be associated with something so magnificent.

2)  Re:  my focus.

I’ve had to trust from the beginning that mature adults will understand that I’m sharing just a part of my life, not all of it.  I have a full, rich life, and I happen to write about just one little piece of it.  See above re: Selfish.

3)  Re:  being an idiot and eating cake

Wow, clearly you’re not bitter or anything…It makes me wonder, though, who was the jerk who screwed you over so terribly that you developed enough hate to spread over millions of people you’ve never met?  I kinda want to grab him or her by the neck and “educate” the hell out of them.

If you read my blog, you’ll see that a lot of it is concerned with exactly the question of cake and frosting – the personal desires of one held up against the happiness and well-being of others.  It is a constant struggle, forefront in my mind, and something that I fuck up on a regular basis.  In fact, you might have noticed that I write about my mistakes more often than I do about my successes, because I believe that there is more to be learned by doing something wrong, and I hope to pass on a little experience in the hopes that everyone doesn’t have to make the same mistakes over and over.

4)   Re:  Ugly ageism

Really?  Saggy, ugly breasts?  My dear, these breasts are SPECTACULAR.  They fed two children and have offered up pleasure to me and my lovers time and time again.  I admit that they’re bigger than I would have chosen for myself, and get in the middle of conversations too often when I’d really rather prefer a little eye contact, but I still love them.

Btw, you might prefer a blog featuring someone who’s had enhancement surgery.  Over time, silicone breasts really stand up nicely, despite the ravages of gravity.  In fact, there are a number of websites where I go to admire such breasts on a regular basis.  Email me and I can shoot out a smattering of possibilities to you.

But I’ll let you in on a little secret – believe it or not, some folks enjoy the charms of un-enhanced breasts, too.

Now, my own vanities aside, your rant comes dangerously close to maligning some of my favorite people.  Catherine is 53, Kyle is in his 40s.  They have beautiful, strong, loving bodies.  The idea that women should hide behind a curtain once they reach a certain age is the worst kind of self-abuse.  Women need to celebrate each other and recognize that our current cultural sensibilities have been carefully crafted by marketing machines whose only goal is to create endlessly needy consumers.

I refuse to disappear because I no longer look like a child.  I’m sexy, and the women around me are sexy, and I’ll let you in on another secret:  the older I’ve gotten, the more I realize how damn attractive everyone is.  It’s almost as if aging has snapped me out of my artificial constraints and allowed me to see the world with new eyes.  Every day there are new things to admire about the world, and I revel in the beauty around me.

I am very sad for you that it’s a vision you don’t share. I am delighted to live among so many beautiful creatures of all shapes and sizes, ages and hues.  I’m guessing that you are surrounded by ugliness, and that must be a terrible hell.

5)  Re:  Growing up

I did grow up.  I studied, I got the honors roll, the Phi Beta Kappa, the accolades.  I learned instruments and languages and I reluctantly gave up art and theater in favor of more serious subjects so I could prove my worth.  I married, I got a good job and I had the 2 kids and built the white picket fence and pureed the organic carrots and played the right games and got them into the right schools and, along the way, I lost most of myself in order to fit into the spot that had been left for me by society.  I was a sad, lonely, miserable mother to my kids and wife to my husband.  I was teaching my kids that a woman’s place is to destroy herself in service of a society that won’t even see her once she hits 40 (see point #4.)

It’s damn hard to reinvent a life in the middle, and most people just give up.  I might eventually give up, too, but right now I’m working as hard as I can to try to fit everything I want in with everything that is being asked of me.

Is that eating the cake and the frosting, too?  HELL NO, dear.  I’m fucking baking the cake, mixing the damn frosting, decorating the shit out of it, delivering it to class, serving it up with a big smile to everyone else first and then hoping that, when the day’s finally done, there might be a little piece left for me.

For years, I went hungry, like my mother, and her mother before her.  They were sad and lonely role models, and I followed in their footsteps too well.

Now, I plan to eat.  I’m gonna take great big bites and chew slowly with a big ol’, shit-eating grin on my face, and I don’t care who approves.  Cuz, damn, after all these years,

this cake tastes GOOD.

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Bound

“Take me home, tie me up,” she asks. I wait until there’s begging in her voice before I finish my drink.

She stands beneath the hook in the bedroom ceiling. I strip her slowly, never touching her flesh, only her clothes. I slip the rope around the hook, then set to passing it around her.

She trembles as I work.

I step back. The contrast of black cord against her skin is breathtaking.

She lifts her gaze. “Fuck me. Take me while I’m helpless to stop you.”

I wait until there’s begging in her voice before I start to undress.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Dominant of Shattered Glass

Earlier this summer we were commenting on favorite Dominants in the movies.  I think JaneMarieDee started it but we all ended up on Sir J’s blog nominating our favorite Dominant movie men and killing our credibility as movie critics.  There were a number of candidates although I believe we reached consensus on the uber-Dominant status of Captain Von Trapp from The Sound of Music.

Earlier this week, Sir Anneal commented on the post, The Furies and The Furious saying in part;

“For some reason, Glass, and safety Glass came to mind when reading this post.

Dom’s (bad and good) came to mind. Some break and fall when hit with a challenge..spilling in a shattered mess as their weakness is exposed. The harder they try…the (you know?)

Some break into pieces…exposing many cleavage planes…but hold together..keeping those intended to be safe from the shards. Safety glass.

An observant submissive can see through both…but which should she choose to keep her safe?”

This brought to mind a long delayed post on one of my favorite movie dominants, Faramir of The Lord of The Rings Trilogy.

My terribly jaded view of the fantastic and fantastical way so many women view Dominant’s is based in part on my understanding of strong women and stronger men. We spend so much time discussing submitting, obeying and the depth of our submission that it seems there is a wholesale departure from self-awareness, self-respect and good common sense. Then again, it could just be the characteristics I appreciate in women.

Firstly, let me introduce many of you to Faramir. Our beloved Captain Von Trapp and Faramir both live through very trying times including war.

Faramir is the second son of the Steward of Gondor. Essentially he is the equivalent of a prince and a General in the military. These exerpts describing Faramir are taken from wikipedia:

He read the hearts of men as shrewdly as his father, but what he read moved him sooner to pity than to scorn. He was gentle in bearing, and a lover of lore and of music, and therefore by many in those days his courage was judged less than his brother’s. But it was not so, except that he did not seek glory in danger without a purpose. Here was one with an air of high nobility touched with the wisdom and sadness of the Elder Race. He was a captain that men would follow, even under the shadow of the black wings.

The young woman he would eventually marry was the equivalent of a princess from the neighboring allied country. These excerpts are also taken from wikipedia.

Éowyn, a daughter of the House of Eorl and the niece of King Theoden. A shieldmaiden by description, she was a woman who’d chosen to fight as a warrior during this time of war. Though not a ‘dry nurse’ in temper, she was also not really a soldier or ‘Amazon’, but like many brave women was capable of great military gallantry at a crisis.

Both Faramir and Eowyn were severely injured during this war. While recuperating in the Houses of Healing, she met Faramir, with whom she soon fell in love, understanding that her previous “love” for another was mainly hero-worship. Her outlook on life also changes:

“Then the heart of Éowyn changed, or else she understood it… …’I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.’

My background lends itself more towards being ever vigilant and watchful. Self-protecting is second nature to me. (Thank you Mouse). Moreover this characteristic survives, even in this lifestyle, which is chock-full of women attempting to abandon all responsibility for themselves. Those I admire the most seem competent and their submission, even obedience, is a conscious act not an unconscious foray into escapism.

If you consider Sir Anneal’s analogy of Dominants and safety glass you understand that submissive women in this day and age are responsible for requiring that their Dominant partners rise to their greater selves not shrink into narrow caricatures of the mentally atrophied.

Submissives of worth do not, cannot accept as Dominants men who will shatter and break in the face of the challenges of life. That takes us to the fear factor and the knowledge we can self-protect but our submission requires that those layers are, over a period of time, peeled back and we are ever more open to the Dominants in our lives. We desire the opportunity to submit but our instincts, natural instincts require that we find a Dominant of Worth who will not shatter.

Life is tough, even when two people try to work from the same playbook. Strong, smart capable submissives women require stronger, smarter, capable Dominants to find the place of comfort that allows them to lower their armor.

Poppy recently made this comment, although I can easily hear it coming from Eowyn’s mouth. “I have found the man I do not need to pity. I do not need to make it easy for him to win. I do not need to lie to him or to say something to make it easier for both of us. I do not need to think for him. I just have to be honest and open.”

I know, it can seem as if I am pitiless when it comes to men. Perhaps, I have been told by friends, ex’s, my boss, that  do not give the impression that I need help or support of any kind. I come across in real life as having it together. I have also been told that this either presents a challenge for some – who would like to enjoy that togetherness. I guess as a purported dominant who needs my cooperation to shore his own weak self-esteem or to be in a relationship that allows him to abdicate his responsibility to me.

The other comment I get is that there are other women who are easier. Who don’t give the appearance of having it together. I have expectations. Not that I discuss them openly, but I guess it just seeps out of my pores. I have expectations of myself, personal requirements of me. I do not announce what I expect from men.  I have found if you reveal your hand, the dishonest will play to your cards. I would rather wait to see the cards in their hand — it is all that really matters after all. But I guess, if I were willing to expose my hand earlier, or if I moaned about circumstances I would seem to be less in control, to not have it together at all. And then, I would not be entitled to a Dominant of Worth. Like many women who don’t have it together, I would be easier to deal with because my expectations, what I am entitled to would correspondingly be lower.

I am a woman of worth. Yes, I have shatters in my glass but it has not failed. I hope to meet a Dominant of Worth, who will also at this time of life have shatters in his glass from surviving this world but his integrity and his moral compass will have remained intact. My armor lowers not because he is male or he is a self-described dominant but because he has proven himself on the field of battle to be more than capable of taking care of me and mine.

Yes, I have my softer-side, my romantic side but she is not available for the unproven or unworthy. The part of me that long for that man,,,she waits,,,observing from the shadows. This clip says it better than my words. Enjoy Faramir and Eowyn.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rm1NLzzwewY

Monday, 14 September 2009

Envie de te déshabiller entièrement

Envie de te caresser le corps

Envie de te toucher partout

Envie de te lécher les orifices

Envie de te peloter les seins

Envie de te doigter tous les trous

Envie de te dominer complètement

Envie de te pincer le bout des seins

Envie de te malmener violemment

Envie de te prendre comme une chienne

Envie de te baiser la chatte

Envie de te rabaisser, de t’insulter

Envie de t’utiliser, de te souiller

Envie de te violer comme un animal

Envie de te sodomiser bien fort et bien profond

Envie de te voir me sucer

Envie de te forcer à me prendre en entier

Envie de te baiser la bouche

Envie de voir ta bave couler

Envie de te traiter comme une vulgaire pute

Envie de te fourrer ma queue au fond de la gorge

Envie de t’obliger à me branler

Envie que tu me supplie de te gicler dessus

Envie d’entendre tes mots pervers

Envie de t’arroser de sperme comme une putain

Envie de te couvrir de ma semence

Envie de me vider les couilles sur toi

Envie que tu me suces encore pour tout récupérer

Envie que tu te doigte avec mon sperme

Envie que tu lappes le reste, que tu lèches

Envie que tu me lave la queue

Envie que tu recueille le sperme sur tes seins

Envie que tu l’avale encore

Envie que ma salope se fasse jouir avec ma semence

Envie que tu hurles de plaisir

Saturday, 12 September 2009

Birthday presents

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Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Finding my Inner subbie - Part I

i have decided to write about my journey from being 100% vanilla and having no idea that i was submissive to what i am now: very aware of my place, and feeling at home there, and embracing my new found title.

This story will be posted a little at a time, as it is way too much to post all at once. This is Part I of my story:

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Master found me through an adult swingers website. He emailed me and asked me if i would like to come to Colorado for a weekend of debauchery. i replied that i would, but that it wouldn’t be possibly until at least July. He replied favorably, and asked if i would like to chat with Him until then.

i gave Him my IM username and He immediately contacted me. He was very aggressive, more so than most other people who chatted with me. He asked me what i was into sexually, and if i had ever experimented with BDSM and how much i knew about it. i replied that i really did not know much about it at all, and He explained that He and His wife had a Master/slave relationship, so He was very Dominant. i knew what “Dominant” meant in the every day sense, but i did not know what it meant in the BDSM sense, although i had a pretty good idea of the dynamic involved. He explained that He had a crying fetish and asked me if i would cry for Him. i was slightly taken back by His boldness and aggressiveness straight out of the gate like that, but answered honestly. Although i knew that someone fucking my face would cause my eyes to water and mascara to run, i wasn’t terribly sure that i would or could TRULY cry, as i rarely cry from anything. He stated that my answer made Him hard as a rock, and He then began digging deeper into my sexual past.

He asked me to tell Him about my craziest sexual experiences. i felt rather shy, because although i did not know much at all about BDSM, i had been to clubs and seen the scenes and knew that if that was what He was into, that my stories would severely pale in comparison. But nevertheless, i told Him about a couple of my past experiences.

As we chatted, i got online and Googled “Master and slave BDSM” and started reading up on the whole dynamic of the relationship. i was mesmerized by what i read. Apparently it was very formal, and from what i read, extremely emotional. The first web site i read from stated that it was even more intense and contractual than a marriage, with almost all Master/slave relationships literally writing up a contract and signing it and having it notarized. There were rules, and boundaries, and very strict guidelines. There were also apparently many different levels that people took it to. Some Masters required that their slaves dress a certain way, sit a certain way, speak a certain way, etc. my mind was going off in a thousand different directions, wondering what they were like and how many of these types of rules she had to abide by. my interest in her immediately peaked. i knew that i was attracted to her physically just from her photos, but suddenly i had this overwhelming urge to talk to her, get to know her, and pick her brain.

Our chatting slowly progressed and each day i became more and more interested in the D/s lifestyle. i read all about submissives, and the many different levels that there were. i was curious as to how the roles of submissives and slaves differentiated, and a particular website was EXTREMELY Helpful. (http://www.steel-door.com/Submissive_vs_Slave.html) i wondered what it was like to be a submissive, but my interest in the entire idea for me was not much more than just intense curiosity.

Yet there was something nagging at me. From the very first conversation with Him, my desire to please Him, follow His directions, and be completely and 100% honest with Him was so strong that i simply could not shake it. He immediately had a very firm demeanor about Him, and although i had never even Heard His voice, i felt this incredible drive to be open to Him, which is something that i NEVER do with anyone. i am very secretive, and i hold a LOT back from people.

One evening while i was out with a friend, He demanded a picture from me, telling me to take a picture of me sticking my finger into my pussy. His directions were very firm and explicit, and left no room for misunderstanding. i was currently unable to do so, but rather than explain the embarrassing reason why i could not take that particular picture, for a split second i considered sending an old one that i already had in my phone. But i couldn’t bring myself to do it. The fear of Him somehow knowing that it was an old picture was overwhelming for me, and i quickly discarded the idea. i shyly explained to Him why i could not take the picture that He requested, and He gave me an alternate request. i was relieved and immediately felt grateful that i had not only avoided misleading Him, but that He had been gracious enough to give me an alternate request, one which i could easily fulfill.

i did not at all understand what was happening to me. i had dated many, many men, even fairly dominant men, but never had i felt such an intense fear of disappointing anyone. i, for the most part, had always taken the attitude of “whatever, he’ll get over it” and never cared if someone was disappointed in me or not. At least not to this extent. There were a select few men that I had dated that had complete control over me, but none of them had been so tender at it. There was something about Him that was so powerful, so loving, yet so completely paralyzing, and it scared the shit out of me. But it also intrigued me. I just had to find out more, who this man was and why He had such control over me.

His requests and demands slowly became more frequent and more complex, little by little. One evening while i was out with friends He stated that He wanted to see me on the webcam later that evening. Although i was hesitant to do so, i just couldn’t bring myself to say no to Him. When i got home, i nervously logged onto my IM to connect with Him. my Heart raced as we chatted, and i anxiously awaited His request for me to go “live.” It came, and my hands shook as i reached up and hit the webcam icon on my computer. i had made sure to keep on the dress that i had worn that day, as it was flattering to me and i wanted to be pretty for Him. i also kept the flower in my hair for Him as well.

He was pleased with my appearance and seemed happy to finally see me in person. He gave me a few orders, to stand up, to wave, things like that. After a few moments, He ordered me to go get my largest sex toy. i stated that it did not have batteries, but He said that i did not need batteries. i was so nervous that i felt lightheaded as i got up and walked over to my drawer of toys and retrieved the largest one i had. He asked me to show it to Him and i obeyed. He then asked me to pretend that it was His cock and to show Him how i would suck His cock and again i obeyed. i felt a little silly, but i did exactly what He asked without hesitation or question. He said that i was a good girl and pleasure flooded my body.

He then told me that there were 3 rules. 1) He would give me instructions and i would follow them without question or hesitation. 2) If for some reason i couldn’t follow one of His instructions i would need to explain why and He would come up with a suitable alternative for me. 3) i was to answer everything He said with “Yes Sir.”

I answered “Yes Sir” and He replied “good girl” which again flooded me with happiness. He began to give me explicit instructions. i undressed for Him, step by step, and did a few things as He asked. He then instructed me to lie on my back and face the camera towards my face and not my body. This was entirely new to me. i had performed on cam for men before, but never had i been asked to point the camera to my face when it came time for the naughty stuff. Usually i was asked to position the cam between my legs with a full view of my pussy for the viewer to see. But not this time. Master wanted to see my face, which flooded me with extreme anxiety. i was confused by this, wondering why He wanted to see my face and what He was going to tell me to do, but also worrying that He would not be pleased with the faces that i made and lose interest in me. Again, my desire to please Him and satisfy Him and have Him want me was overwhelming, more so than ever before.

I lied back onto the bed and positioned the camera towards my face and awaited His instruction. i always replied to His commands with “Yes Sir” and He always responded to my obedience with “good girl,” each time flooding me with relief and incredible satisfaction.

But once again, Master had a surprise for me. Just when i thought i knew what was going to happen, He instructed me to cover my entire nose and mouth and cut off my entire air supply. Without Hesitation, i did as i was told. He then instructed me to fuck myself as hard as i could and i obediently did so. i watched my face in the cam image on my screen and was drawn to it, and watched intently as the fear crept in behind my wide open eyes as i began to struggle for air. i desperately watched the IM window for His permission to breathe. It came and i removed my hand and gasped for air. He then instructed me to do it again. Again, i obeyed, and this time He waited even longer to let me breathe. i was squirming underneath my own hand and could tell that i was close to cumming. i felt light Headed and my entire body was tingling. He then instructed me to do it again, but this time i was not allowed to breathe until He came. It seemed like years that my breath was withheld, and i felt my orgasm start from the pit of my stomach and shoot down to my clit in one fast, powerful wave. i kept fucking myself despite the fact that i had already cum and waited for Him to tell me that i could breathe. Just when i thought i was getting close to passing out, He instructed me to breathe. i gasped deeply and coughed as the air suddenly filled my empty lungs. He type out “good girl” and i felt euphoric. i smiled, knowing that i had pleased Him, and especially that He had cum. After that, we chatted a little more and i even got the chance to chat with L while He gave me instructions as to what to do for her on cam. i was filled with a sense of peace and accomplishment, and as i ended my conversation with Him/them, i thought about how unusual it was for me to care so much about pleasing someone.

It truly baffled me. Of course, i always loved pleasing people, but never did doing so seem so urgent and important to me. i didn’t understand it, but i could feel myself becoming fascinated with it to the point that i wanted to explore it more and even deeper than i already was. Suddenly flying to Colorado to see them did not seem so crazy. It seemed right. And fair. And even though i had no idea why, i knew that a trip out there was imminent.

His instructions for me became even more regularly now, almost on a daily basis He had a request for me. In the meantime, i shared my webcam experience with a few friends, who were just as amazed as i was that someone 600 miles away could have complete control over me like that without even being present.

Then it came. He asked me to not have sex until I came to see Him. This hit me like a brick into the chest. my sexual freedom is VERY important to me. That’s the whole reason i joined the site He found me on. i stared at the IM window for a few long moments thinking about my answer. Again, i couldn’t bring myself to say no. i certainly did not want to abstain, especially since i did not know when i would actually see Him, but slowly and deliberately, i typed out that i agreed to abstain until i met Him.

Part II to follow….

xoxoxo

sunshine

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Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Talk to me

Distance Training and Phone Sessions I offer phone sessions/distance training for submissives/slaves who are unable to serve Me in person. Those who wish to discuss their interests/fetishes with me at length over the phone have the opportunity to do so for extensive lengths of time with me. Tribute is REQUIRED for a phone session with me:
  • $45 for a 15 minute block of time or $180/hour

Scheduling a phone session:

If my call button (below) indicates that I am online you may call me. Otherwise email me at submit@mistressaliya.com to schedule a phone session with me.

1-800-TO-FLIRT, extension 03498660

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Service Book of Days 9-7-9

  • Outside my window…is a lot of noise going on as I have not been outside all day.  I have been hibernating.  Must be my pre-winter isolation coming on
  • my thoughts…are jumbled at the moment.  Keeping myself steadfast on the decisions that I made but trying not to give in to my need to not have anyone hurt.
  • Today’s Quote…telling someone you love them should never wait until the morning.
  • i am thankful for…my family, my health and the chances I get to see every day.
  • From my service training…i am continuing to learn how to appreciate myself and to not feel bogged down in the “what ifs”
  • From the kitchen… fried chicken, corn on the cob with a pinot grigio
  • i am wearing…luxuriating in my Master’s shirt.  He left it for me to wear when I miss him
  • i am creating… nothing…i am letting my Father’s universe guide me
  • my adventures this week… starting back to the gym and the kid’s first day of school
  • Becoming well read…A dragonfly in Amber…listening slowly to the Four Agreements (again)
  • Today’s Melody… Theme from Mahogany sung by Diana Ross “Do You Know Where your Going to”
  • One of my favorite things…is to hang out in my room with the peace of my own thoughts.  Sometimes it gets tough to interact with people.
  • Still….life…

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Master Void’s slave

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Monday, 7 September 2009

Black Rope

One of my most inspired and brilliant ideas ever was to volunteer at the registration desk for Butch Voices. Not only did I get to meet everyone as they arrived, but I had a wonderful excuse to ask them their names and flirt outrageously in the name of selfless public service.

One very cute butch woman I met happened to share my given name, but with an “e” where the “a” should be. I don’t know what it is about people with my name – perhaps it’s the years we spend correcting spelling on everything from birth certificates to driver’s licenses to pay checks – but we are fiercely attached to vowels being placed in the right order and we tend to get a bit uppity about the “right way” to spell it. When I asked her how she spelled her name, she responded, rather cheekily, “I spell it right, the way my parents did.” I laughed and told her that I would be willing to forgive her parents for their poor spelling ability, just this once, and she broke into a gorgeous smile that lit up her face. She laughed and suggested something about my parents and we laughed together as I handed her the rest of her materials and she went on her way.

*****

On the last day of the conference, I was helping with the raffle in the ballroom. One of the final items left was a length of black rope, and I had put in half a dozen tickets myself with the hopes of winning it. (There’s just something about black rope that makes the mind wander to deliciously bad places, don’t you agree?) When the announcer called my name, I squealed, “hot damn!” and ran around from the back of the table where I had been working to collect my prize. The cute butch with my name also ran up to the front. We saw one another and, with big smiles, badgered the poor announcer with “it’s spelled with an e!” “no, an a!” “no, an e!” until he finally just gave us the ticket. Whoo hoo! It was my name on the ticket, and she walked back to her seat, more than a little dejected.

As I walked back to my seat behind the table, holding the sexy black rope in my hand, it was already whispering wicked things to me. The rope was slick and new and gorgeous as I fingered the length of it, imagining black against creamy white skin and moans as I pulled it tight, but the sight of her sitting in the seat looking disappointed was too much…and I walked over and handed it to her.

She looked up at me and shook her head. “No, you won it. It was your name on the ticket.”

“But you’re a butch,” I replied. “You need a black rope.” She was unconvinced.

“Do you have someone to use this on?” I asked, and her eyes lit up with wickedness. “Yeah,” she said, looking off into the distance and imagining scenes I could see reflected in her face.

Ivan Coyote had performed his “Butch Roadmap” the night before and so I looked at her with mock seriousness and asked, “do you have a pocket knife?”

She pulled it out and flipped it open. My heart nearly stopped right there, but I think I covered well – I only gasped slightly as I drooled on the floor.

“Do you have a lighter?” She nodded, “at home.”

“Can you do tricks with it?” She smiled and nodded again.

“Well, then,” I smiled. “You have to have a black rope.” I handed it to her and she took it from my hand, still not sure. “A butch with a pink rope would just be silly.”

“But,” I said, with a twinkle in my eyes, “I expect to hear some good stories in two years when we see each other again.” She laughed and agreed, thanking me.

****

Later on, she caught up to me in the hotel as I was heading towards my car to go home.

“Thanks again,” she said with that beautiful smile.

“Remember, I expect stories,” I said.

“Okay,” she said, with a wicked chuckle and a devilish look in her eyes. “In two years I will tell you about the time my motorcycle broke down and I used the rope to keep the bike together long enough to get me home.”

“That,” I replied, “would be awesome. It’s a deal.”

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Saturday, 5 September 2009

Doc & I Finally Meet (part 1)

It was a strange night. I wasn’t expecting to hear from anyone, but I logged on to see what was shaking. I was restless and since it had been 5 days since my “conference” I was incredibly horny. It had been such a pleasant few days away in the dark and stormy world of pain and pleasure, but the bruises had started to fade and I was already missing it. The bruises you ask… how did I deal with hiding them?

You should know that my husband is incredibly inattentive. Sadly enough, it wasn’t hard at all. I always shower before he is up and since he almost never touches me, I didn’t even have to hide a flinch of pain. I’m not sure if it made me more sad or angry really.

When I went online to check my email, I found a quick note from Doc. He’d be in town and curious to know if I wanted to meet, talk. It reminded me of the scene in Legend when Darkness and Lili are first together. He asks her to “sit… and talk.” I was always turned on by that scene, his power over her life and yet, because he wants her, the ultimate power she holds over him. I was intrigued by the offer and agreed as I had already planned to run a few late night errands. We set a time and place and off I went to get through my things done before the allotted time.

I had warned him that I wasn’t going to be able to dress for him as I wanted, but that I would try. His only request was a skirt, no underwear. I squirreled my small knit skirt into my purse and vowed to change in the car. I was nervous, shaking, but off I went.

Of course things got all turned around and we missed each other. I still had no idea what he looked like. At about 9pm I got a voicemail. He was going to wait close by for a few minutes and then go home. I panicked. Moments before I had been shaking at the thought of meeting him. Now I was shaking at the thought of missing him, just to sit… and talk. I raced to where he was supposed to be, no white Suburban to be found. I walked into the store, just in case, but no SUV, no Doc. On the way back to my car, a pouty look on my face, I finally see his car pull up.

I actually stopped in the middle of the road. Embarrassing I know, but I was shaken. Doc represented a lot or opportunity for me. I am a sucker for an accent and he is British. My greatest pleasure is to be tied, at the mercy of my lover. It is even better if I am blindfolded. He is well trained in several methods of restraint. I adore being well fisted. It is his joy to see me stretched to my limits, to shatter them. I wanted him so much, needed him. Was I expecting too much from one man?

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