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Posted 1 year ago
As you teeter on the edge of orgasm, fucking my hand buried deep in your throbbing and desperate pussy, I stand up from the bar stool and toss you down across it. You protest and make to stand and break away from me but I move quickly behind leaving you straddling the stool in your effort to escape. Hastily and without warning I drive my manhood deep inside you once again, the shock and sensation buckling your knees anew. You cry out in surprise as the waves of orgasm begin to roll across your body undermining your will and ability to break free.
Grasping your shoulders and hair I drive you down onto my rock hard cock as you drove yourself onto my fingers only moments before. I am taking you and taking from you. Your orgasm is mine for the taking. You have no control as you grasp at the stool cushion for support, your knees failing to hold you.
Over and over again I drive up into you forcing out cries and grunts and moans with each parrying thrust.
"No….no…..not like this!" you protest amid breathless contractions.
But I ignore your pleas and continue mercilessly thrusting, holding you fast by the shoulders. Your confusion and indecision is evident; the pleasure of near orgasm pulling you one way and the anger at being taken drawing you the other. The Devil and the Angel. The darkness and the light. A cacophony of conflicting sounds and emotions. Fighting. Straining. Pleading. Begging. Desire. Hatred. Anger. Remorse.
"OH GOD….!" you call out, your hips now bucking up and down on my cock of their own accord. "Damn you….you son of a bitch!" you swear, cursing my name and all I stand for.
Your mixed reactions of anger and carnal need fuel my own fire and quickly I feel the familiar and sudden boiling in my balls and fire in the head of my cock as I strain to hold back my own release.
As the long-denied orgasm rips through your body you shout fiercely, “SHIT….FUCK…GOD DAMN YOU…I AM COMING…YOU….FUCKING….BASTARD!!!”
Gripping your shoulder with white knuckled firmness and your hip with the other hand I slam up into you with three final forceful pile driver like thrusts, my vision blurring with the exertion and the haze of my own orgasm. You slump over the bar stool, legs completely given out, as the last of the post-orgasm shudders wrack your body. Slapping your ass one last time, I wordlessly and coldly withdraw from your ravaged sex and walk out of the room leaving you slumped and used on the bar stool, hands still bound in their cuffs.
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As you teeter on the edge of orgasm, fucking my hand buried deep in your throbbing and desperate pussy, I stand up from the bar stool and toss you down across it. You protest and make to stand and break away from me but I move quickly behind leaving you straddling the stool in your effort to escape. Hastily and without warning I drive my manhood deep inside you once again, the shock and sensation buckling your knees anew. You cry out in surprise as the waves of orgasm begin to roll across your body undermining your will and ability to break free.

Grasping your shoulders and hair I drive you down onto my rock hard cock as you drove yourself onto my fingers only moments before. I am taking you and taking from you. Your orgasm is mine for the taking. You have no control as you grasp at the stool cushion for support, your knees failing to hold you.

Over and over again I drive up into you forcing out cries and grunts and moans with each parrying thrust.

"No….no…..not like this!" you protest amid breathless contractions.

But I ignore your pleas and continue mercilessly thrusting, holding you fast by the shoulders. Your confusion and indecision is evident; the pleasure of near orgasm pulling you one way and the anger at being taken drawing you the other. The Devil and the Angel. The darkness and the light. A cacophony of conflicting sounds and emotions. Fighting. Straining. Pleading. Begging. Desire. Hatred. Anger. Remorse.

"OH GOD….!" you call out, your hips now bucking up and down on my cock of their own accord. "Damn you….you son of a bitch!" you swear, cursing my name and all I stand for.

Your mixed reactions of anger and carnal need fuel my own fire and quickly I feel the familiar and sudden boiling in my balls and fire in the head of my cock as I strain to hold back my own release.

As the long-denied orgasm rips through your body you shout fiercely, “SHIT….FUCK…GOD DAMN YOU…I AM COMING…YOU….FUCKING….BASTARD!!!”

Gripping your shoulder with white knuckled firmness and your hip with the other hand I slam up into you with three final forceful pile driver like thrusts, my vision blurring with the exertion and the haze of my own orgasm. You slump over the bar stool, legs completely given out, as the last of the post-orgasm shudders wrack your body. Slapping your ass one last time, I wordlessly and coldly withdraw from your ravaged sex and walk out of the room leaving you slumped and used on the bar stool, hands still bound in their cuffs.

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Posted 1 year ago
"Stand up and come over here!" I command taking a seat on a nearby stool at the wet bar. You move to comply, albeit slowly and reluctantly. I can see you are growing weary of this challenge and there is frustration and indecision written all over your face. But I am determined to show you once and for all who is the Master and who is the sub. You can like it or not, but there is going to be no doubt about it from this point forward.
As you stand before me I pull you in and reach around your ass, kneading your cheeks roughly and slapping them with brisk upward stinging smacks. You jump with each blow to your already pink ass and groan as the heat spreads and becomes a fire; the pain radiating all across your ass.
Without warning I draw you against me and ram three fingers into your already soaked and stretched pussy wriggling them back and forth independently deep within you. Your knees buckle with the sudden assault to your sex and for the first time you realize just how close to orgasm you have been all this time…clouded as it was through your anger and fear. You cry out and struggle to regain your stance held up only by my thrusting and dancing fingers buried deep within you.
You are grunting and moaning on the edge of release, heaving and bucking in a primal dance, thrusting down onto my hand forcing my pinky over your clit and fingers as deep as they will go. You crave release and momentarily your anger is forgotten in the blazing fire of desire in which you are swirling. Almost angrily you drive yourself onto my hand challenging me to give you the orgasm you have been deprived of, not bothering to ask permission or even for my assistance.
This will not stand.
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"Stand up and come over here!" I command taking a seat on a nearby stool at the wet bar. You move to comply, albeit slowly and reluctantly. I can see you are growing weary of this challenge and there is frustration and indecision written all over your face. But I am determined to show you once and for all who is the Master and who is the sub. You can like it or not, but there is going to be no doubt about it from this point forward.

As you stand before me I pull you in and reach around your ass, kneading your cheeks roughly and slapping them with brisk upward stinging smacks. You jump with each blow to your already pink ass and groan as the heat spreads and becomes a fire; the pain radiating all across your ass.

Without warning I draw you against me and ram three fingers into your already soaked and stretched pussy wriggling them back and forth independently deep within you. Your knees buckle with the sudden assault to your sex and for the first time you realize just how close to orgasm you have been all this time…clouded as it was through your anger and fear. You cry out and struggle to regain your stance held up only by my thrusting and dancing fingers buried deep within you.

You are grunting and moaning on the edge of release, heaving and bucking in a primal dance, thrusting down onto my hand forcing my pinky over your clit and fingers as deep as they will go. You crave release and momentarily your anger is forgotten in the blazing fire of desire in which you are swirling. Almost angrily you drive yourself onto my hand challenging me to give you the orgasm you have been deprived of, not bothering to ask permission or even for my assistance.

This will not stand.

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Posted 1 year ago
"I think for the next round we need to restrain you a little bit my pet," I suggest without menace or malice. "We have not played with much in the way of bondage and restraint yet something about being bound and a little helpless heightens the sensation of impact play."
You look a little warily at me but yet you have shared many times how much the idea of being restrained excites you. Today it feels right. We are playing well and you are enjoying the new sensations of the flogger.
Reaching for your wrist I raise it over your head and attached the D-ring of your cuff to the waiting polished chrome chain followed quickly by the other. I determine that the time is not right to restrain your ankles, there will be plenty of opportunity for that in the future. For now I do not want you feeling threatened and something about leaving the feet free to dance around while being flogged brings a sense of safety to the whole thing, though it is a myth. Besides, its great fun to watch you wiggle and squirm.
You test the chains for strength as I step back to admire you, trussed up as you are. So sexy. Every boys fantasy. What male child hasn’t dreamed of having the girl next door strung up in the back yard or the basement for his pleasure? And here you are, fulfilling my every fantasy.
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"I think for the next round we need to restrain you a little bit my pet," I suggest without menace or malice. "We have not played with much in the way of bondage and restraint yet something about being bound and a little helpless heightens the sensation of impact play."

You look a little warily at me but yet you have shared many times how much the idea of being restrained excites you. Today it feels right. We are playing well and you are enjoying the new sensations of the flogger.

Reaching for your wrist I raise it over your head and attached the D-ring of your cuff to the waiting polished chrome chain followed quickly by the other. I determine that the time is not right to restrain your ankles, there will be plenty of opportunity for that in the future. For now I do not want you feeling threatened and something about leaving the feet free to dance around while being flogged brings a sense of safety to the whole thing, though it is a myth. Besides, its great fun to watch you wiggle and squirm.

You test the chains for strength as I step back to admire you, trussed up as you are. So sexy. Every boys fantasy. What male child hasn’t dreamed of having the girl next door strung up in the back yard or the basement for his pleasure? And here you are, fulfilling my every fantasy.

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Posted 1 year ago
As you stand before your Master wondering what He has in store next for the two of you, thoughts of the past hours drift though your mind. You are relieved that your Master seems to be going along with your plan of giving him the verbal reins to your submission yet allowing him the breathing room not to have to physically touch you or risk harming you in any way. It all seems to be working well and His confidence appears to be returning from its low ebb this morning when you feared He would walk away from His role as a Dom out of fear of what he had become and horror over what he had done. For the moment it seems as though he is not going to walk away from this relationship either. While you are suffering mightily from the seemingly endless orgasm deprivation of the day, the relief you feel that there is a path forward for the two of you is real and intense.
As these and other thoughts meander through your consciousness, you realize that your Master is holding something out to you and speaking. Snapping back to the present you catch the last of his words.
"…and place this black satin sash around your head as a blindfold tying it in the back," He commands gently. As you work to comply with the directive, the soft shiny material covers your eyes and the visual world immediately goes black. In response, your other senses instinctively heighten and you become intensely aware of the slightest sound and even for the first time today the movement of air over your bare skin.
Done tying the blindfold you stand immobile for what seems an eternity occasionally feeling a slight wobble in your stance as your sense of balance is occasionally fooled. The room is completely silent but for the flow of air from the vent. Somewhere He is watching you intently; you can feel it, sense it. But you are not sure exactly where he is and what he is doing.
Aware of the cool air coming from the air conditioner and anticipating that something is about to happen but unsure what, your nipples react and grow stiff and hard, the aereola puckering slightly around them. For the first time you recognize that your skin is a little chilled and tiny goose bumps emerge and with them the tiny hairs on your soft smooth skin rise. Anticipation or just chilled? Hard to say. But one thing is certain, every nerve in your body it tingling and alert to the slightest stimuli. But what will it be?
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As you stand before your Master wondering what He has in store next for the two of you, thoughts of the past hours drift though your mind. You are relieved that your Master seems to be going along with your plan of giving him the verbal reins to your submission yet allowing him the breathing room not to have to physically touch you or risk harming you in any way. It all seems to be working well and His confidence appears to be returning from its low ebb this morning when you feared He would walk away from His role as a Dom out of fear of what he had become and horror over what he had done. For the moment it seems as though he is not going to walk away from this relationship either. While you are suffering mightily from the seemingly endless orgasm deprivation of the day, the relief you feel that there is a path forward for the two of you is real and intense.

As these and other thoughts meander through your consciousness, you realize that your Master is holding something out to you and speaking. Snapping back to the present you catch the last of his words.

"…and place this black satin sash around your head as a blindfold tying it in the back," He commands gently. As you work to comply with the directive, the soft shiny material covers your eyes and the visual world immediately goes black. In response, your other senses instinctively heighten and you become intensely aware of the slightest sound and even for the first time today the movement of air over your bare skin.

Done tying the blindfold you stand immobile for what seems an eternity occasionally feeling a slight wobble in your stance as your sense of balance is occasionally fooled. The room is completely silent but for the flow of air from the vent. Somewhere He is watching you intently; you can feel it, sense it. But you are not sure exactly where he is and what he is doing.

Aware of the cool air coming from the air conditioner and anticipating that something is about to happen but unsure what, your nipples react and grow stiff and hard, the aereola puckering slightly around them. For the first time you recognize that your skin is a little chilled and tiny goose bumps emerge and with them the tiny hairs on your soft smooth skin rise. Anticipation or just chilled? Hard to say. But one thing is certain, every nerve in your body it tingling and alert to the slightest stimuli. But what will it be?

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Posted 1 year ago
I awake to the predawn light seeping through the window and for a moment am confused about where I am and what has happened. I remember waking during the night several times from fitful dreams only with great relief to realize that you were still in my arms. But now in the morning you are not in bed beside me. A sudden sadness comes over me which is alleviated only marginally when I look around the room and see you standing alone by the window staring out over the trees, seemingly lost deep in thought.
I crawl out of bed and pad over to the window in my bare feet approaching from behind and embrace your beautiful naked form in my arms. I nuzzle your neck giving soft kisses and bury my face in your beautiful long hair inhaling your essence deeply. I love to smell you hair when we hug or any onother time I am close. It reassures me and reinforces the feelings of what I already know through my sense of sight. How very much I adore you.
You do not reject my embrace which was my first fear when I found you missing from the bed beside me, but your response is not warm and enveloping either. Silently we stand together gazing at nothing in particular out the window waiting for the other to speak first.
A slight sniff from you alerts me to the fact that my instincts were correct and that something is indeed wrong. This is more than just an early morning gaze at the sunrise. The events of the day before flash through my mind and once again I am fearful that we have not moved beyond what has happened and that we are going to spend the day reliving and reexamining those events and my actions. We need to do that, and I want to. But right now I just want to be close to you and feel some reassurance that we can make it through this together no matter what. At the realization that you are crying, the hurt and fear of the night before comes rushing back with a vengeance.
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I awake to the predawn light seeping through the window and for a moment am confused about where I am and what has happened. I remember waking during the night several times from fitful dreams only with great relief to realize that you were still in my arms. But now in the morning you are not in bed beside me. A sudden sadness comes over me which is alleviated only marginally when I look around the room and see you standing alone by the window staring out over the trees, seemingly lost deep in thought.

I crawl out of bed and pad over to the window in my bare feet approaching from behind and embrace your beautiful naked form in my arms. I nuzzle your neck giving soft kisses and bury my face in your beautiful long hair inhaling your essence deeply. I love to smell you hair when we hug or any onother time I am close. It reassures me and reinforces the feelings of what I already know through my sense of sight. How very much I adore you.

You do not reject my embrace which was my first fear when I found you missing from the bed beside me, but your response is not warm and enveloping either. Silently we stand together gazing at nothing in particular out the window waiting for the other to speak first.

A slight sniff from you alerts me to the fact that my instincts were correct and that something is indeed wrong. This is more than just an early morning gaze at the sunrise. The events of the day before flash through my mind and once again I am fearful that we have not moved beyond what has happened and that we are going to spend the day reliving and reexamining those events and my actions. We need to do that, and I want to. But right now I just want to be close to you and feel some reassurance that we can make it through this together no matter what. At the realization that you are crying, the hurt and fear of the night before comes rushing back with a vengeance.

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Posted 1 year ago
Uncuffing your wrists and helping you back to your feet I steady you while the blood rushes into your legs and you regain your equilibrium.  Standing unassisted with a blindfold is never easy but even more so when you have been kneeling for some time. When I feel you have steadied sufficiently I step back and look you over. You are always so beautiful to me even when I am displeased with you.
But while I am agitated with you, deep inside I am actually pleased with the progress we are making. You are seeing first hand how much happier you are in your submission and how much self-will and self-centeredness can interfere with your natural state of submission and thus contentedness. You are learning, and in so doing are making small steps toward the complete submission I seek from you and know full well you are capable of. We just have to remove the layers of societal conditioning that stand in the way of your success like peeling back the layers of an onion. In time we will get past all that and reach the real you; the girl who wants to let go of all control and just be. But to get there we have a lot of challenging times ahead.
"Alright my pet," I say, bringing this mild but hopefully meaningful session of correction to a close, "You may remove your blindfold and the cuffs and continue with your day of service, hopefully on a much more positive note. Please carry on by cleaning up the master bathroom, straightening up my bedroom and making the bed. I will be along to check on your progress in a while."
"Yes Sir, as you wish." For the first time today there is no malice or defiance in your reply and on one hand I am relieved to be making progress and on the other recognize that I am not pushing you hard enough to truly draw out the demons of self that lie dormant within you. A step that is necessary if I am to slay them once and for all.  There is a great deal more to accomplish today and it is not going to get any easier.
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Uncuffing your wrists and helping you back to your feet I steady you while the blood rushes into your legs and you regain your equilibrium.  Standing unassisted with a blindfold is never easy but even more so when you have been kneeling for some time. When I feel you have steadied sufficiently I step back and look you over. You are always so beautiful to me even when I am displeased with you.

But while I am agitated with you, deep inside I am actually pleased with the progress we are making. You are seeing first hand how much happier you are in your submission and how much self-will and self-centeredness can interfere with your natural state of submission and thus contentedness. You are learning, and in so doing are making small steps toward the complete submission I seek from you and know full well you are capable of. We just have to remove the layers of societal conditioning that stand in the way of your success like peeling back the layers of an onion. In time we will get past all that and reach the real you; the girl who wants to let go of all control and just be. But to get there we have a lot of challenging times ahead.

"Alright my pet," I say, bringing this mild but hopefully meaningful session of correction to a close, "You may remove your blindfold and the cuffs and continue with your day of service, hopefully on a much more positive note. Please carry on by cleaning up the master bathroom, straightening up my bedroom and making the bed. I will be along to check on your progress in a while."

"Yes Sir, as you wish." For the first time today there is no malice or defiance in your reply and on one hand I am relieved to be making progress and on the other recognize that I am not pushing you hard enough to truly draw out the demons of self that lie dormant within you. A step that is necessary if I am to slay them once and for all.  There is a great deal more to accomplish today and it is not going to get any easier.

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Posted 2 years ago

Well love, it appears that tonight’s entertainment at the Club is going to involve a scene involving two women in a D/s coupling. I hope you do not find that too offensive? Naturally I find it very erotic. Seeing two sensuous women playing out the Dom and sub role together is always a sight to behold in my opinion. Beauty, grace, sexuality, and  female strength all wrapped up into one. This should be wonderful!

Look how our sub stands so attentively and yet submissively all at once. She is just awaiting her Lady’s command. And the Mistress, in a complete state of repose yet emanating complete power and control at the same time. Perfect.

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Posted 2 years ago
Let me trace the outline of your body my little one. So many complex curves, dips, rises and valleys. I marvel at the beauty that is you and the perfection of your creation. I want to explore every possible part of you, inside and out. And yet I can feel so much without even touching you. Running my hands across your delicate curves as though molding you, sculpting you, as though somehow I were your creator.
I am not your creator my little one but I am here to mold and shape you into my creation. You are the crop in my secret garden. And you are growing and flowering with each passing day. I am so pleased with you. You are a good girl. Come, lay beside me.
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Let me trace the outline of your body my little one. So many complex curves, dips, rises and valleys. I marvel at the beauty that is you and the perfection of your creation. I want to explore every possible part of you, inside and out. And yet I can feel so much without even touching you. Running my hands across your delicate curves as though molding you, sculpting you, as though somehow I were your creator.

I am not your creator my little one but I am here to mold and shape you into my creation. You are the crop in my secret garden. And you are growing and flowering with each passing day. I am so pleased with you. You are a good girl. Come, lay beside me.

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Posted 2 years ago
Here is a towel to dry yourself off my little one then come join me downstairs in the great room. No need for clothes my only, we will be plenty warm together.
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Here is a towel to dry yourself off my little one then come join me downstairs in the great room. No need for clothes my only, we will be plenty warm together.

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Posted 2 years ago
Oh my little one, welcome home!
You are so strong and brave, I admire you so very much. Your strength in your submission is a sight to behold and a thing of absolute beauty. I honestly do not believe that I would have had the fortitude to do what you just did…to walk blocks through our neighborhood naked and bound…and at the command of another. Where do you get your reserve of strength from? How is it that you can possibly be so strong as to submit yourself so completely to me? It is a mystery to me and a miracle.
I do not give you these lessons simply to punish you for your wrongs my little one but also to demonstrate to you the depth of your inner reserves of strength and your commitment to our relationship. Through your lessons you are not proving anything to me, I already know; you are proving it to yourself. Your devotion knows no bounds and I cherish this gift that you give me. It is the greatest gift anyone could ever give, and you do so with complete abandon and willingness. For me there could never be any other but you my little one. My cherished only.
Come inside and let us spend the evening enjoying the fruits of our collective labors with one another. Let us dine in decadence and luxuriate in each others’ grasp all night long. I want to make love to you as my cherished one. My love. My only.
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Oh my little one, welcome home!

You are so strong and brave, I admire you so very much. Your strength in your submission is a sight to behold and a thing of absolute beauty. I honestly do not believe that I would have had the fortitude to do what you just did…to walk blocks through our neighborhood naked and bound…and at the command of another. Where do you get your reserve of strength from? How is it that you can possibly be so strong as to submit yourself so completely to me? It is a mystery to me and a miracle.

I do not give you these lessons simply to punish you for your wrongs my little one but also to demonstrate to you the depth of your inner reserves of strength and your commitment to our relationship. Through your lessons you are not proving anything to me, I already know; you are proving it to yourself. Your devotion knows no bounds and I cherish this gift that you give me. It is the greatest gift anyone could ever give, and you do so with complete abandon and willingness. For me there could never be any other but you my little one. My cherished only.

Come inside and let us spend the evening enjoying the fruits of our collective labors with one another. Let us dine in decadence and luxuriate in each others’ grasp all night long. I want to make love to you as my cherished one. My love. My only.

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