They had tickets to their exhibition for a long while, the excitement had grown through all the long months of waiting. Carrie dressed especially nice for the gala,all the way down to her undergarments. Their booth had unexpectedly taken best i show. And they had collected much more interest for their company than anticipated. The tear-down of the booth went rapidly. There was a crazed bustles while everyone was taking things apart and moving them to the van after the show was concluded. And then in an instant she was alone in the quiet,She was a little alarmed when she realized that they were completely alone in the exhibition center. She rapidly collected her handbag from the lockers behind the stage which smelled a little musty while still smelling a little like the flowers which had been placed on the stage during the show. The dust tickled her nose making her smile.
John was waiting for her by the grand staircase leading up to the Mezzanine casually leaning on the banister. His tall lanky frame always so striking, it still stole her breath after all these years. His blue eyes locked on hers when she came out from behind the curtains. While his hand removed a leash from his pocket, he told her in a soft yet commanding voice brimming with promise, to remove her dress. He removed from the other jacket pocket, her collar. Her head lowered instantly in recognition of what was to come.
The silk dress slipped easily down her body making a swish sound against her silk stockings. The collar was attached quickly with his well practiced hand. He secured her wrists behind her back, and stood looking at her. He was still standing on the stairs, further displaying his power over her. He smiled his Dom smile tugging the leash a little and moved close to her. His masculine scent seemed to fill the cavernous hall, making her knees weak, as it always did. He leaned down slowly eyes never leaving hers, and claimed her mouth with his own. A deep carnal kiss, filled with hunger. A hunger for her. He turned her around and soundly slapped one ass cheek, and then slowly rubbed the pain away, and then the other. She felt her wetness escaping down her legs. In a flash, he quickly ripped her g string away and without ceremony, claimed her body right there on the staircase. God his cock felt so good inside her. Their surroundings fell away from her mind as she began to swim in his vastness.He was warmth and cold together. She would get lost in these moments, She trusted him completely to keep her safe,so she could exist in him, in the moment. How long they stayed, or even how they got home, still a blur of lights and motion, but she woke the next morning in his arms, the way she had since the first time they met. She closed her eyes, snuggling back into his body, still feeling her collar on, knowing with its presence she would be serving him for the day.She was content in that knowledge, and loved the thought of it, if only to touch him, and please him. Surrendering to him had been the best decision of her life. Sleep reclaimed her as she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck. The sleep of the claimed is a peaceful sleep.
I have accepted this is the state my Goddess wants me to remain in. Being horny and desperate drives my submission and obedience and keeps me always eager to pleasure her.
Most of the old fashion ways of doing things are the best way and you get amazing results.
This is my nightly routine now. At bedtime, I ask Goddess what implement she wants. I hand it to her. I strip naked and get into position. I look away from her. If it’s maintenance discipline, I count each one up to 20. If it’s punishment, I just take what she wants to give.
This is how my Goddess prefers me to stay as well. Horny, desperate, and eager to worship her divine pussy. She deserves all the pleasure and I’m so blessed to be allowed to bring it to her. I am a much more enthusiastic pussy licker when I’m caged and denied. Her pussy stays on my mind. I live to obey and bring her pleasure. This is how I find my fulfillment.
Wearing Masters mark and his hat proudly and with a humongous smile. Today was a success. The stares I received at the mall today were so great. Loved smiling at the people giving them.
Yesterday was the first day I have been in a happy positive mood the entire day. From sun up to sun down I was just in the perpetual state of happiness. Master loved it. Even though he was gone for a big chunk of the day he could still tell through texts and through how I was acting on camera that I was in a fantastic mood. Being in the mood I was in yesterday definitely showed me that attitude plays a big role in this as well. When I’m not in the best of moods and have just a negative attitude I still want to serve Master and please him but it’s no where near as eager as when I’m being positive and happy. Yesterday for the entire day all I could think about were ways to please Master and make him as happy as I was. I wanted him to feel the joy I had and then while bringing him joy and pleasure it increased my happiness and my mood. There was a point during the day where I broke one of the rules and when he came home I got a punishment (I’m going to write a separate post about that). I apparently took my punishment the correct way and then did even better by telling Master I had broke the rule. Last night he took me back to the playroom and had me kneel in front of the chair like normal and he showed me this little tool looking thing and he asked if I knew what it was. I didn’t. He told me it was the key to open the cuffs around my wrists and to open whatever was in the bag he had. He pulled out a collar. I instantly smiled and my level of joy and happiness sky rocketed. Because of my attitude and actions throughout the day, I for the first time since being here was a perfect slave sun up to sun down. I earned my collar yesterday and now everyday I want to show Master I still deserve it. Yesterday day was a perfect day for me, not because of the attitude I was embodying, but because I had shown Master I was really in to this and that I had given him enough pleasure, happiness and proof through out the day that I am truly his property and completely happy to be.
Made sure Master was thoroughly pleased before he left for his game play this morning. 5 orgasms in an hour for Master should keep him satisfied until he gets home. (: love doing things that make Master happy, I live for it.
Master and I are always in the pool. We love it. I find it so relaxing being in the water and then whenever Master is in there with me there’s always the chance of me getting used. Every time he uses me in the pool I find it so erotic and sexy. There’s just something about him using me in the pool that makes it almost better.
One time master was using me in the pool and a news helicopter was flying above us and it circled three or four times above us until we were done and then Master got me to sit on the pool steps by him and wave at the helicopter. It was AMAZING.
I wish I was more confident and comfortable doing things in public like that with Master. I’m hoping over time I’ll be more comfortable doing sexual acts in public with Master.
So Master and I went to Sedona one day to go watch the sunset. We spent the day walking the streets and driving through the mountains. However when walking the streets I had rules. If I didn’t speak properly or if I said “no” the clit vibe that was in my pants would go on.
I made it maybe 10-15 minutes before he asked me a question and I said the dreaded word, “no”. He kind of got this sexy smirk on his face and got me to a kind of private spot and made me turn on the vibe. We walked for a little bit. Probably not that long but to me it felt like forever. We went up some stairs and by this shop and there were people walking around and he said “cum for me in front of all these people” and I came like I never had with a toy before. I had never felt so exhilarated and scandalous! Doing that for Master when no one else really knew what was happening was truly sexy and very satisfying. I didn’t make the mistake of saying that word again or speaking improperly even though we had removed the vibe because of issues.
It was a very effective method and now I have to catch myself in public from referring to myself as “this slave” or “your slave”, and sometimes I have to stop myself from calling him Master but it really doesn’t bother me calling him that in public.
Do you NEED to feel the delicious blow of their breath on your overly sensitive skin or do you just WANT to know they’re there?
Do you NEED to be taken and filled with such a hunger it leaves you yearnings for more or do you just WANT a hard fuck?
Do you NEED the soft whispers of encouragement and promises of what’s to come or do you WANT some dirty talk and half ass promises of a fuck you’ll never get?
Do you NEED to crawl to your superior and sway your sultry hips and a give a look that can portray all the things you are willing to do just because you can’t help it and it’s who you are or do you WANT to just do it until it hurts and give up?
Do you NEED to serve and try your hardest to do what is presented for you until you can’t try any harder just to see that special glint in their eyes or that delicious smile/smirk they get because they’re so pleased or do you just WANT to half ass try and hope you did good enough for some kind of reward?
So, do you NEED or do you WANT what you’re doing ?
Do you NEED it because it’s a part of you or do you WANT it so you can hopefully forget something that’s haunting you?
7 hours before this photo was taken, my little angel and I were in bed, spooning and looking out the window at the city lights. At that moment, we could have fallen asleep and our day would still have been wonderful. At that moment, between waking and sleeping, my little everything turned to me with a little half smile and said, “Wanna fight?”
I knew what she wanted, I knew what she meant. She had recently read a post by @herleadingmancalled “Fight Night” and it she wanted to play out that scenario.
I don’t think she really expected me to say yes, she has so many anxieties and insecurities that I am very careful with her. I take things slow, I introduce new ideas and new methods at a very gradual pace. I doubt she even realizes how much I consider these things. How often I have the “should I or shouldn’t I” conversations in my head. The “is she ready for this, have I built our trust enough that this won’t break her?” conversations. In fact, I didn’t actually say anything, I just acted.
Withing seconds she was under me, her arms pinned above her, my hands squeezing her wrists hard enough to make her wince. She struggled. She couldn’t move. I held her down, my strength and my weight making her quickly realize that struggling was useless.
You can struggle better than that little princess!
I bet I could snap all the bones in your wrist right now.
I thought you wanted to fight?
She did want to fight, she just didn’t understand how futile it would be. Of course, by this point I was rock hard and she was dripping. I bent her in half, so her knees ground into her face and then I slid inside her. Now she was in a different kind of a fight. I was using the full weight off my body, and I am much bigger than her. Each thrust slammed her knees into her face. She listened as I told her all of the things that I was going to do to her. I made it all up on the spot. That she was going to be bound and used until sunrise. That I was going to force orgasm after orgasm out of her. That I was going to take my pleasure from her for hours. She listened as I gave her pleasure and pain at the same time. The fight left her then. She knew, at that instant, that she really was a submissive. Any doubt that she had left, in the corners of her mind, it was gone. I took the next 7 hours to prove it to her.
I cuffed 1 hand to bed but I left the other free. I stuffed her panties in her mouth and duct taped them into place. I duct taped her ankles and knees. Then I left the bedroom and went into the other room, where I keep the “toy chest”. I didn’t really need anything from it, but I opened every door, rattled every chain. I wanted her mind to race. What is he getting? What is he going to do? I couldn’t help but laugh. I think that laugh, in that instant, was the cruelest thing I did to her all night. That laugh drove home that I was not going to stop this time.
I gently tortured her for the next 7 hours. (Can you gently torture??) I used tools and toy that she didn’t know I had. I spanked. I slapped. I fucked. I fucked until I was literally dripping sweat. She hates that. She hates feeling gross and sweaty after sex. I used the Wartenberg wheel directly on her clit. Her eyes went wide when I went and got a knife to cut the tape from her legs. Her relief was short-lived when I immediately replaced the tape with zip-ties. I plugged her ass, I increased the size of the plug, I increased it again. I found a spot right below the hipbone on her right thigh that neither of us knew was sensitive. I clamped her nipples, and then released them, only to replace the clamps with clothespins. I ensured that every muscle would ache the next day. I put the wand on her clit and forced her to hold it there using her thigh muscles until her legs trembled. I lost count of the amount of times she came.
Through all of this…the hand that was unbound..never moved. She could have struggled, she could have tried to stop me, she could have even indicated discomfort. I noticed. I reminded her over and over that 1 hand wasn’t even bound. I spent the night reminding her of how submissive she was being. How many hours she had left before she had any relief. I kept up a running dialog the entire night. She took it all.
When I finally needed a break, and let her up to use the restroom, I picked out a dress for her to wear before I bound her again. A dress that she had never tried on before, because she thought she wouldn’t look good, or that it was too small. A dress that she had fussed over when I had showed it to her. She had probably forgotten that she had once told me she would never wear that dress. I hadn’t forgotten. She put it on without comment, and she looked stunning. I almost lost my resolve. Clothing is a huge fetish of mine, and seeing her dressed exactly as I wanted made me want to waver into romance. Instead I hooded her. A hood that had been on her before, but always loose and never for long. This time I sized it to fit and strapped it tight. I put a heavy chain around her neck and locked it in place. I cuffed the same hand to the bed. I told her to display her tits for me, and for the first time of the night, she used her unbound hand and did her best to show me my property in the most pleasing manner. Then, as the rays of the sun started to peek over the tops of the skyscrapers outside our bedroom window, I took her for the last time. Both of us exhausted, spent, sore, and happier than ever.
slave- This night I was bound for 7 hours. I have had the fantasy of struggling against Daddy and attempting to fight back for a while, and tonight it came true. I love feeling helpless, fighting back even though I know my much stronger Daddy will take what he wants and needs anyway. The feeling of helplessness was intensified when I was duct taped and gagged. I loved this part of the night the most. I was duct taped over my mouth, around my knees, and at my ankles. I was dripping. I have struggled with coming to terms with my submissive desires for a while, but this night there was no question that I was born to be a submissive. I’m lucky to have found a Dominant that unleashes my most submissive side. When I am in this headspace, there is nothing I wouldn’t do to please him. I love being his.
These are the posts I live for. The honesty in them and the story poured out in a way that makes me feel as if I were there. Very luck to call them my friends.
Their relationship is beautiful and full of growth and love. You can see it from the posts.
