'Her Search' - a story by Dream

This is pure fantasy ;) But what a fun one

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She sat slowly sipping her drink, her eyes watching the bar. She had been back every night for over a week now, waiting, looking for him. She first saw him one evening two weeks ago, in this very bar. She smiled softly as she remembered watching him. His cute smile and graceful movements had caught her attention. Just quiet how much she began to realise two days later when she was unable to stop thinking about him. And so she had spent every evening for the last ten days sitting at the bar, waiting for his return.

The door swung open and she smiled as she watched him enter. He was with friends, and they all stood at the opposite end of the bar to her, giving her a clear view of him. Tilting her head slightly she watched him. Taking in all of him, the way he smiled, held his glass, shifted his weight as he chatted, the way his eyes light up as he laughed while he spoke. The way the jeans he was wearing caresses his arse as he moved, all the little details she observed as she watches him from her seat. Her stomach tightening as he sipped his pint and then licked the froth off his lips. She leaned forward and beckoned to the barman, slipping him an envelope, and whispering instructions to him as she ordered another drink for herself. Sitting back and sipping it slowly as she carried on watching him, once or twice his eyes meeting hers across the bar.

She watched him drain his drink and go to order another. She smiled to herself, as the barman handed him his drink, informing him that this one had been bought for him by the lady at the other end of the bar. Briefly their eyes meet over the bar, his clearly questioning her. She simply smiled, raised her glass silently before finishong it and placing the empty glass on the bar. Standing she walked with a confident stride out of the bar, not once looking at him again, but knowing he was watching her. Knowing that right about now he was being handed the envelope, inside was a simple note ...

'You WILL meet me here tomorrow at 8pm'

She could not help wishing she could see his face when he opened that note. Part of her was wondering if she had judged him right. She was almost certain he would be there, that he would be the one she was looking for. Tomorrow night she would know, with the first part of the chase done she went home.

It was 8.15pm the next night when she arrived at the bar. Purposely being fifteen minutes late to see if he would wait. Upon entering she saw him standing there. Once again she felt her stomach tighten, as her gaze wandered over him. Turning slowly his eyes met hers briefly before lowering quickly, a soft blush forming on his cheeks.

She made her way over to him, slipping onto the bar stool beside him and ordering some drinks. She could not help but notice the slight shake of his hand as he picked up his.

'Hello' She smiled warmly at him.
'Hello' came his soft reply.

Running her tongue across the rim of her glass she watched him closely, her eyes locked on him. His eyes quickly moving from her gaze, but not before she saw the fire that burned within. She knew then she had read him right, knowing that this was indeed going to be fun. She reached out slowly and raised his lowered head, making him look at her, his eyes deep dark pools, excitement, passion and uncertainty shining through. Running her fingers over his jaw, across his lips, feeling them tremble at her touch, and along his cheeks, as they flushed with colour. Her tongue flicked across her lips as she looked at him. Smiling before removing her hand, watching him bite back the moan of disappointment.

'Yes' She thought to herself He is the one'

She sipped her drink once again, her eyes lowered, allowing him time to look at her, a soft smile playing over her lips, knowing he is trying to work out who she is and what she wants from him. Finding himself drawn like a moth to a light, unable to understand why he is here, why he followed her note, why he waited when she did not show on time.

Slowly lifting her eyes again, and smiling at him, letting her tongue run softly over slightly parted lips as she moves closer, letting her lips brush over his ear as she whispers...

'Lets go an sit at a table, its a little more private over in the corner'

She lead him to the quiet table and sits down, patting the seat beside her for him to sit on, watching him as he sits down beside her. Reaching out she run’s her fingers along his thigh, watching his face closely... She leans close and brushes his ear with her lips as she whispers once more...

You're Mine tonight.' A simple statment.

He nods slowly, his eyes burning with excitement, she feels his body shiver at her touch. Trailing her hand up the inside of his thigh, her eyes locked with his as she very soflty runs her fingers over the jeans covering his cock, tracing small circles over it, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

'All... mine' She mouths to him.

He groan softly, unable to stop himself. His head rolls back as her fingers tease him, running up and down the length of his cock and back over his thighs, squeezing them gently. She watches him closely as she unzips his jeans, a look of fear flashing across his face as he glances round the bar. Her fingers wrapping round his cock and stroking gently. He moans louder, his hips rocking upwards to meet her strokes, thighs falling open as he does so. His head rolling back as he is unable to stop the emotions running through his body. She leans closer, her breath warm against his skin as she whispers huskily to him...

'I am going to make you mine, to take you on a journey tonight like no other, just relax, trust me, you will enjoy it...'

She leans in and flicks her tongue over his lips before biting the bottom one, letting her teeth graze the tender skin trapped between them.As she does she runs her thumb over the head of his cock. He lets out a long low hiss, trying not to moan loudly, his body trembling in excitement, his hips rocking harder against her hands, she feels him twitch and throb. She pulls away from him, her eyes locking with his as she says...

'Not yet, not until I tell you'

His eyes widen as he realises what she is saying, Her hand stroking his cock a little faster, his hips matching hermovements, he whimpers, his breath rapid, his face flushed, his body tingling with excitement, his eyes burning with desire. She smiles softly, her tongue flicking over her lips, her thigh caressing his, her other hand on his chest, running her fingers over it, caressing his nipples.

'Yes Now... cum for me now'

His eyes plead with her briefly, then his body shudders in response to her words and her teasing. Twitching in her hands, his cock sends spurt after spurt of cum into them. He leans back shaking in pleasure, his eyes closed, his breath shallow and fast, his mind reeling. She leans in and kisses him.

'Well done' She whispers then chuckles 'You may want to clean up a little now'

He nods, unable to speak for now, his eyes closed as his body tingles with pleasure. She smiles softly at him leaning back and watching him closely.

'Yes' She thinks 'This is going to be an interesting'

Once he has recovered a little she watches him walk off to clean up, and goes to the bar to order another drink for them, sitting back down with them she watches him return. He sits slowly and looks at her, his eyes bright, quickly he lowers them and whispers to her

'Thank You Ma’am'

She nods, knowing he now understands ...

subdrop

Subdrop, what is it, how do you cope with it?

Subdrop is the name given to the feeling often felt by subs after a scene as they return to 'normality' . It can happen within hours, other times it may take a few days. It can be over in no time at all, or can last as long as a few days.

One female sub I talked to likened it to feeling 'premenstrual' . Feeling irritable, unable to concentrate, a bit weepy, clingy, needy. For you male subbies out there, its not unlike a mild depression.

The sub will have been in an intense place during play, and added to this of course, are the hugely elevated amounts of naturally produced hormones, endorphins, adrenaline, etc that will still be flowing around the sub's body. These may take some time to return to normal levels, and there may well be a withdrawal effect, too. The sub will be going through a mental and physical cold turkey, as the endorphins are similar to opiates.

As a Domme after care of my sub is paramount to me. The effects of subdrop will vary from sub to sub, and therefore the way you deal with it will depend on the subs needs.

So how do we deal with it?

In whatever way works best is the answer. Great patience, care and affection will not only help fulfil the subs need for attention, but it also shows that their well being is important to the Dom/me. Not just while they are being used as a play partner, but as the person they are outside of play too. The bond shared during aftercare can be stronger than that made out of purely physical attraction or during play.

To cuddle with sub comfortable in my arms after play, is just as fulfilling in many ways, as the act of taking him to that special subspace of his. Many Dom/mes don't realise this need, and can neglect aftercare, this can be potentially damaging to a sub. For example if the scene has included a good dose of humiliation, the sub could well need your reassurance that seeing them in that state has not changed your opinion of them, often they will be dealing with feeling of guilt and will need to be soothed and reassured.

As a Dom/me you need to try and understand what the sub needs from you, and provide it. Keep them comfortable, watch them for signs of distress let then know you are there for them. With some practice, communication and a consistent approach, the sub will come to understand that you understands what is happening to them and that you are helping them get through it.

Quite often, a sub that has had several bad experiences of subdrop will begin to ask themselves if the highs achieved during subspace are worth the lows of subdrop set against them. If they know that their Dom/me will do all in their power to provide this aftercare then there will rarely be a question about going to subspace.

Dream`

'A Night In Her Hands' - a story by Dream

I love writing stories, and even more if I am writing with someone in mind. This one is for a friend, I do plan to add to it soon, so keep your eyes out for more *winks*

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As she stopped to check herself in the mirror she smiled softly, running her hands over her black skirt smoothing it, her fingers caressing the soft fabric as she shook her long curly hair, watching it bouncing softly over her shoulders and down her back. She nodded, a smile forming on her lips as she finished checking herself.

She headed back to the playroom, casting her eyes round the room as she entered. Candlelight danced off the walls, soft music played in the background. Her fingers ran through the tails of her floggers hanging on the wall and she smiled softly in anticipation watching the tails fall through her fingers. She leant in and inhaled the soft scent of the leather before moving on and checking the items set out on a table against the wall. Her fingers danced softly over the leather cuffs, a blind fold, a gag, lingering on the paddle and few other items that lay there, her eyes closed briefly as a shiver of delight at the evening ahead went through her.

Yes, it was all set, now all she has to do was wait.

He was on time, the knock on the door at 7.15pm as instructed. She opened the door and smiled as her eyes travelled over him, watching him shuffle slightly from foot to foot as she stood there watching him for a few moments, letting the anticipation build. Stepping back she opened the door wide and stood aside to let him in.

'Don't just stand there, get in' She smirked at him.

Once he was in, she closed the door, and leant back against it looking at him.

'Strip' She commanded 'Be sure to leave your clothes in a neat pile on that chair' She motioned with her left hand to a chair sitting in the hall way.

His mouth dried slightly and he worked his tongue back and forth trying to moisten his lips and mouth as he stripped. His fingers shook slightly as he felt her eyes burning through him. Her presence was a little nerve wracking, but not nearly as much as her silence was. He knew she was in one of her deeper moods just from the silence, and he could not help but respond to the thrill that sent through his body.

'Excited already I see' She laughed as he removed his boxers and folded then on top of the rest of his clothes.

He turned to face her, a soft smile on his lips as he looked at her. The slap across his cheek had surprised him as much as the speed at which she had moved over to him. It sent his head flying to his right. His hand coming up to rub the smarting flesh as it did. He turned to look at her wearily and she just laughed. Reaching out she curled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head closer to her.

'Don't even think about stepping out of line tonight' She hissed against his ear.

He whimpered softly, almost losing his balance as she let go of him. She ran her nails over his chest, snaking them over his skin, and watching as the small red welts followed their path, raking down over his stomach causing him to inhale, a soft whimper of pleasure escaping his lips. The bite of her nail as her fingers curled round his balls made his snap open his eyes. She smirked softly and him, turned slightly and started to walk towards the play room, he scuttled after her as gracefully as he could, unable to stop the whimpers as she tugged.

He blinked to adjust his eyed to the candle light, the change did not see to effect her, she walked briskly over to the table. His mind was starting to reel a little, and his cock was showing his excitement as his balls protested under her tugging. She changed her grip slightly and laughed softly as she stood behind him. Without any warning she pushed him from behind and pinned him against the wall, thrusting her thigh between his and pinning him there. Reaching over to the table to take one wrist cuff and cuffs his left wrist, then secures it to a hook on the wall, she does the same with his right before stepping back a little. His ankles are kicked apart as she cuffs them spread wide, and secures them to the wall too.

She stands back and watches him. He has very little room to move, and tries to pull himself free. This just makes her laugh softly./ Stepping up behind him she runs her nails up his neck and into his hair, entwining and tugging his head back hard, her lips brushing his ear as she breaths softly.

'There is no escape until I am done with you' She purrs against his ear, 'Oh, and do I have plans for you tonight'

With that she lets go of his head and places both hands onto his arse, letting her nails bite into the tender flesh, causing him to jump forward into the wall, unable to escape the torment as she pinches and scratches over his firm cheeks. She steps back slightly and lifts her right hand high, bringing it down with a resounding slap over his cheeks, her hand dancing from right to left cheek as the blows rain down steadily. Watching the blush rising on his flesh as she works, stopping every now and then to rub and feel the heat before starting all over again.

She watching as his head rolls forward against the wall, small moans form deep within him filling the room. Reaching for one of the paddles, she starts changes the tempo and starts to paddle firmly over the now warming skin, watching the blush of his cheeks start to redden and glow as the paddles bounced back and forth over this cheeks and the tops of his thighs. She stops to rake her nails over the heated flesh, then reached between his thighs and runs then over this now throbbing cock. She moves behind him, pressing him against the wall as she rakes his thighs again, hissing in his ear.

'Don't leave any mess on that wall now'

He whimpers, his hips thrusting softly at her words, knowing that he will be leaving a wet trail over the wall. He tries to pull away, but she has him trapped firmly against the wall, and she just laughs at his attempts. Her hips pinning him as she rakes her nails up and down his back, before leaning in and letting her breath was over him, letting him hear the excitement in her breathing as she watches him, fixing the blind fold securely over his eyes as she does. Then suddenly she is gone again.

His read rolls as he tired to work out where she is, he tugs at the cuffs, unable to work out where she is, or what she is doing. The rustle of air over his back is the first sign of what is to come, followed by the sting of the leather flogger as it lands against his shoulders, sending him lurching back into the wall and letting out a hiss of breath. The next fall is not such a shock and he finds his head rolling forward as he tries to arch his back to meet the flogger, the sting tingling softly though him as she works the floggers in big arcs, the small leather strands dancing in the air as they fly with her strokes. She alters the force she uses with each strokes, and lets them land against his back in a steady, almost heart beat like, rhythm. His back warming and reddening under the floggers dance.

The flogger dances over his arse and thighs, but he does not remember her changing, his head still rolled forward against the wall and the fine leather strips bite into the already tender flesh of his butt and thighs, each stroke bringing a small grunt from him, his hips rocking in time with the flogger, arching back to reach it as it strikes, then thrusting forward as he grunts, before working back to meet it again. He is grateful for the cuffs holding his arms against the wall, as he knees start to weaken a little, and he finds himself hanging there.

The flogging stops, but his body is throbbing with the result. He is unable to do much but hang against the wall. The warmth of her against his as she once more stands behind him just intensifies the burning throbbing skin of his arse. His head is tugged hard back again as she grins watching him.

'You look like you need help staying up' She laughs evilly.

He nods, unable to reply. Her laughter still rings in his ears as suddenly she thrusts her hips forward and he feels her strap on slide against him. She reaches down and guides it between his cheeks and against his tight puckered hole, letting the lubes head glide back and forth once or twice before she thrust forward hard, burning her cock deep into him in one smooth action.

'Maybe this will help' She purrs at him

His kneels buckle again, pinning him against her cock, his wrists aching a little from the strain of hold him up. She slowly pulls back, then thrusts forward again, pinning him to the wall as she starts to fuck him. She leans in and bites his neck, her hips slapping against his reddened ones as she works, driving her cock in and out of his arse. His head rolls back as she bites him, moaning and grunting as she works herself in and out of his body. Her body pinnes against his as she works. His tender bruised arse tingles with each forward thrust.

She snakes her hand between his body and the wall and curls her fingers round his hot throbbing cock, sliding her fingers in time to the thrusts of her cock in his arse. She pants softly against his ear as his precum glides over her fingers and up and down his cock. He feel her excitement as it washes in hot shallow breaths over his ear, his own body tingling deep within. He feels her shudder against him, letting out a long low moan against his ear. Her body spasms against him, his cock twitches and leaks, his arse thrusts back against her cock, wanting her deeper. He hangs on the edge, so close to his own orgasm. She works her hand harder over his cock, giving a simple yes when he pleads to be allowed to cum.

Afterwards she laughs softly and pulls out, standing away from him and watches as he registers her sudden withdrawal, letting out a long moan of disappointment.She reaches up and uncuffs one ankle then the other. Reaching up to uncuff his right wrist, then his left, smiling softly as he tries to stand. Without another word she guides him to a cage in the corner, removes the blindfold, helps him in, covers him with a blanket.

'Time for you to rest my pet, I will be close, you rest in here'

She smiles softly as she locks the cage shut, then takes her seat close by to watch him. Oh yes, lots more fun to be had, she smiles, his red shoulders just peeking out of the security of the blanket, little purple welts covering the skin, she knows his thighs and arse will have matching ones. She settles back in her chair and just watches him softly.

Growth

Growth - what does it really mean when that phrase is used?

I've seen it used numerous times with very little detail with regards to what kind of growth it refers to or how a Dom/me can foster and nurture said growth. So I thought I would give you my opinion on it.

For me, as a Domme, I see it as my role to nurture a sub, to guide and teach them, and watch them grow. It could be said the Dom/me takes on roles like a personal trainer in guiding a slaves health and fitness, or teacher in educating a sub in the etiquette, and at times maybe even a therapist or counsellor in helping the sub to overcome personal fears or inhibitions.

I have heard it said that a sub can't grow if they are unowned, and I would like to argue this point. I believe that the sub is to a degree responsible for pushing themselves in new and scary directions. While a Dom/me can be a wonderful catalyst for change and growth, they work with that is already within, the potential that is already there, so the sub needs to work on their growth too.Why not try picking up those seeds yourself, try reading, talking to others in the lifestyle, even experimenting with different things on your own. Discover what it is that makes you tick, only you can do the ground work there, and once that is done, then the Dom/me can push and challenge you, to help you grown even more.

For those subs who are unowned, look at this a time to grow and develop in a different way, not as being static or an empty space between one relationship and another. It can be a valuable opportunity to take stock, to review the lessons of the past and to grow in self knowledge and confidence in oneself. You will find that as you journey your path into submission, there will be many people who contribute to your growth as a submissive and in as many different ways. Talking to other subs (and Dom/me) will often give you cause to re-evaluate assumptions and ideas about things, you will be continually learning and discovering.

One of the best tools there is in being able to see subs growth is dairy, be it a hand written one, or an online one. Then one can look back in time and reflect, and I guarantee you will be surprised at how you grow, because most of the time you just don't notice it. The other good tool is a BDSM check list. This is a evolving document, and you should check and update it at least once a year, maybe more if you are aware of things that have changed in it.

Improtantly, I don't think that a particular 'level' of personal growth can be sustained indefinitely, whatever the circumstances. Growth happens at different speeds, increases and decreases, levels out then starts all over again, hopefully through out our lives. Submission is no different than any other area in this respect, so take each step as it comes.