The Why's of Men

Yup, I felt like posting another funny post... it just made me chuckle... enjoy ;)

1. WHY DO MEN BECOME SMARTER DURING SEX?

Because they are plugged into a genius.

2. WHY DON'T WOMEN BLINK DURING SEX?

They don't have enough time.

3. WHY DOES IT TAKE 1 MILLION SPERM TO FERTILIZE ONE EGG?

They don't stop to ask directions.

4. WHY DO MEN SNORE WHEN THEY LIE ON THEIR BACKS?

Because their balls fall over their butt-hole and they vapor lock...

(You're laughing, aren't you?!?!)

5. WHY WERE MEN GIVEN LARGER BRAINS THAN DOGS?

So they won't hump women's legs at cocktails parties.

6. WHY DID GOD MAKE MEN BEFORE WOMEN?

You need a rough draft before you make a final copy.

7. HOW MANY MEN DOES IT TAKE TO PUT A TOILET SEAT DOWN?

Don't know... it's never happened...

C'mon guys, we laugh at your blonde jokes!

And the personal favorite:

8. WHY DID GOD PUT MEN ON EARTH?

Because a vibrator can't mow the lawn

Remember, if you haven't got a smile on your face and laughter in your heart...Then you are just an old sour fart.

;)

Clever maths :)

1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to go out to eat (more than once but less than 10)
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2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold)
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3. Add 5
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4. Multiply it by 50
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5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1757...If you haven't, add 1756.
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6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.
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You should have a three digit number.
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The first digit of this was your original number. (I.e., How many times you want to go out to restaurants in a week.)
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The next two numbers are ...
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*grinssssss*
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YOUR AGE ! ------ (Oh YES, it is!!!)
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This will only work in 2007, so go amaze your friends!!

Submissive Owner's Manual

I came across something today and I want to share it with you all.

It really made me stop and think, it made me evaluate myself as a Domme, and my relationships.

Sometimes our path gets a little over grown, making it difficult to see the right path to take. Today, this made me stop, think, learn, discover something new in myself. What is more, it reminded me of the need to control those weeds, pesky things; they can so easily ruin a good garden!

While this is titled the submissives owner's manual, serveral of the points are true to both sides in my opinion, at the end of the day sub or Domme, we are all human, we all make mistakes, we need to know that they are not seen as a sign of failure, but accpeted for what they are, mistakes, to be learnt from and moved on from.

Submissive Owner's Manual

I need to feel safe. Before I can begin to open my submissive nature to You I need to feel safe and have reason to trust You. To let down my walls and give You control of my will may take time and testing before I feel safe enough to permit either of us to go beyond the initial stages of our relationship. Even after I've given myself to You fully, I need to be reminded I am safe with You. I may like to feel the thrill and excitement of fear and the unknown, but I need to be sure no matter how You stimulate those emotions during an intense scene or situation, I will remain safe in Your care.

I need to know You accept me for all I am. I will be many things to You as our relationship grows and I need to know You accept me as a person during each transition along the way. I need to know You accept me as a friend, lover, companion, and Your submissive but also accept me as parent, child, employee, community member or other roles I fill in my obligations to family or society.

I need to have clearly defined limits. I need to know exactly what You expect of me and know that You also understand my limits. In some ways I am like a child that needs a fence around my play area so I know how far I can go and feel secure inside those limits. I need You to reinforce those fences by correcting me when I try to climb them without Your approval.

I need You to be consistent. I need to know You mean what You say and that today's rules will apply to tomorrow's behavior. Nothing confuses me more than giving me mixed signals by allowing me to break rules that You've given me. From time to time I may test You to see if You are capable of accepting control of my life by consistently bringing me back to the path You've chosen for me. It's not done to try Your patience but is my way of finding reassurance You are paying attention to my progress. Very often it's not done consciously and I promise I'll not use it as a method for provoking Your negative responses.

I need to expand my limits. I need to grow and to be challenged. Left on my own, I'll become bored or stagnate within the boundaries I accepted in the beginning. I need to be pushed, but never shoved, to go beyond the places I've been. I may drag my feet and pout at times, or sit down and refuse to move because I'm unsure and need Your guidance in overcoming my obstacles. I depend on You for strength and encouragement to get beyond them.

I need You to teach me. I need to learn and it is You who are my teacher. My mind is hungry for new things and learning helps me to become all that I can be. This may require You to continue to learn new things in order to keep me challenged. Together we can grow to the fullness of the gifts we have and deepen the diversity we share.

I need goals. Part of my make-up as a submissive makes me very goal-oriented. I need them to measure my progress and need You to provide them for me. Take time to explain those goals in ways I can comprehend Your plans concerning my growth as Your submissive. Without Your direction I quickly become lost so I'll look to You frequently to provide a purpose and aim as I continue in my development as a submissive.

I need to be corrected. I need You to correct me when I make mistakes. Without Your correction I will develop bad habits that can be very difficult to break and do great damage to our relationship and to us as individuals. Without Your correction, I may never know I've made a mistake. Allowing me to continue unchecked will only cause me to fail both of us in the end. I admire firmness in Your correction and feel secure in knowing that You will never be afraid to take steps needed in keeping me focused on the goals You've set for me.

I need You to be my role-model. I look up to You and try to follow in Your footsteps. If You fail to live up to a standard, I will follow You into failure, often without You noticing until it is too late. I learn quickly by the examples You provide for me and often base my reactions and behaviors on my observations of You in similar situations. I will blindly pattern myself in Your image so be aware that my eyes will always be on You as face Your own challenges and daily activities.

I need Your approval and reassurance. I need to know when You approve of me or what I've done and to know I belong to You even if I fall short of my goals. I sometimes confuse approval with disapproval when You do not provide positive reinforcement when You are pleased by my actions. I will constantly be seeking Your approval when I'm unsure of myself and may need to rely deeply on Your support and reassurance when I'm confused about a situation or apprehensive about a new challenge.

I need to be able to express myself. I have a need to express both good and bad things to You but it may be difficult for me to put the negative things into words. I fear Your rejection and hate disappointing You, so I may need a little space and time to voice all the things I need to say. You can help me by reassuring me that my feelings are valid, even if they aren't something You find pleasure in hearing. There may be times when I'm upset or angry with You but without freedom to express those feelings there can be only festering resentment or misunderstanding. Guide me in ways that I can learn to speak my heart without breaking it or Yours.

I need to learn from my mistakes. I need to experience things that may be painful in order to learn successfully. I know Your protective nature will struggle with allowing me to be hurt but I need to learn the consequences of what I've done and to experience the feelings that go along with making mistakes. I will need Your comfort once I've faced my failure but will sometimes feel unworthy of asking or unable to voice my disappointment in failing. Allow me to sort out my feelings before wiping away my tears.

I need forgiveness when I fail You. Nothing hurts me more than to know I've failed or displeased You and I need to be forgiven once I've made amends. It is very hard for me to forgive myself for a wrong-doing and I may need Your help in getting beyond the feelings of remorse I am carrying. I may even need to be punished, if my wrong-doing was traumatic enough, in order to feel closure and accept forgiveness. I depend on You to make that determination for me and need Your help in making an atonement that is acceptable to You.

I need to feel I contribute. I have a deep-set need to give and must have outlets for this need. My basic nature is to give of myself and You will be the primary recipient of my gifts. Allow me to contribute to our relationship and our life together. To do less will leave me unfulfilled and unneeded, a fate worse than death for me. Provide me with ways to contribute things to others, also. I may need to give of myself to those I hold dear but You will always receive the best I have to offer.

I need to enjoy successes. Without experiencing and enjoying my successes I may give up my fight to be all You desire for me. Allow me the pleasure of savoring the taste of victory when I overcome an obstacle or if You find pride in my attempts. All of my successes belong to You and I need to share their rewards with You. I don't expect You to spoil me with grand displays for little victories, but when I've reached beyond the limits of my past attempts, please don't deny me the sweet feelings of knowing I've achieved a goal You've set.

I need to share with You. Sharing with You is a compelling need and one of the cornerstones of my submissive nature. This includes the emotional and spiritual aspects of my being as well as the physical body I inhabit. It may be difficult for me to give You access to the deeper levels of my emotions and feelings but those are the things I need to share the most. I'll depend on You to direct me in ways I can achieve total openness with You. I also need to share in the things You are. Trust me enough to share in Your fears, failures and struggles. I'll never see You as weak or incapable because You have shown confidence in me by giving part of Yourself in trust.

I need to feel loved, respected, and protected in Your ownership. No matter how well I've done or how miserably I've failed, I need to know I'm still loved and protected by You. Nothing will prevent me from trying new things like fear of losing Your respect and love. By the reverse, nothing will encourage me to expand my limits and grow to be all I am capable of being more than knowing You will be there to protect me from harm and will love me even if I fall short of the target. I need to be loved and to love You in return. I can't survive without it.

The Manogram!

'If Women Controlled The World'

*chuckles*

That was the tile of an email my Mother in Law sent me, if only she knew *grinsssssss* This pic in it really made me laugh!!

Now... whos first!? *rubs my hands and grins*

The things that shape us.

I read a blog the other day that hit a cord with me, for many different reasons, and I have spend some time mulling it over as I tend to do. The timing is kind of spooky, and I had been mulling of old ghosts recently too.

To quote a paragraph of the blog "I spent all of my childhood being told to shut up. Being told that my opinions were worthless. Being made to feel useless. So much so that I became very introverted and unable to express how I was feeling. It's so ingrained into my brain that I start to believe it myself. I find it hard to feel loved; I just don't feel worthy of it. I find if something becomes difficult it's easier for me to turn and run or clam up than it is to face it head on and admit to my own weaknesses. It's stupid, I know it is and it is something I very much need to overcome. I don't want to push you away but there will be times when I will. It's a defence mechanism to stop myself from getting hurt."

I have always been interested in people’s minds, how they think, how they feel and why they do. They say memories are important, and that our childhood moulds us. I believe this is very true, I also believe that everything happens for a reason, we just don’t always know what that may be at the time it happens. Often we don’t see much past where we are to be able to see how to grow and learn from what you are going through. I posted a while back on how words can effect us too (Words) How people treat us in life not just as, but especially when we are children, can have a profound effect on us.

Where is all this going... well I don’t know, like I said I have been mulling things over and this is a self indulgent blog, me just rambling away. I like to write it's one way I found to get my thoughts and emotions worked through, but I have also been watching someone grown, more than they even realise, and it’s wonderful to see.

I am no different to anyone out there, we all have baggage, me included. Some of us just carry heavier bags than the rest. What is important to me is not the weight of them, but how we learn not to let it continue to cause us emotional and mental damage and drag us down. Learning to lock them away where they belong is all part of how we move on, but just how do we do that, when they can so easily change how we feel, one little word, one small action and memories can come flooding back that cause us to falter, even on our strongest days. Yes I am Domme, but I am human and vulnerable to, just like everyone is, and yes, I have been down this road, I do understand about self doubt, and insecurities.

One thing I do know is that I would not wish to change the things I have been though in my life, simply because in doing so I would not be me, the person I am today, nor would I be where I am either. Don't get me wrong, there were times in my life I never thought today, and feeling as happy and content with life as I do would ever be possible. But you know, the mind has a clever way of somehow allowing some of those memories to fade, they are always there, but when I look back or talk about it, its like it was someone else, not me. Having the ride though life I have had helps me to understand how people think, how things can effect one person and not another, how important positive re-enforcement is, especially as a Domme. It’s not all about pulling someone up when they make mistakes, but telling them when they have done things to make you proud, things that may not always be easy, sometimes things they may not even notice themselves changing.

Of course, the damage done takes a long time to undo, changing habits of a lifetime always does. Often when faced with a situation they are not sure about, it is easy to clam up, to beat yourself up, expect the worst... after all... why would anyone love you? In expecting the worst, in telling themselves these things, they hope to protect themselves from more hurt, so up go the defences... locking the people who care firmly out for a while. It can take a lot of patience and gentle encouragement to be allowed back in. Therefore when someone allows their defences down and lets another in when they have always kept people at arms length is never easy, so I do recognise how much someone has grown within themselves when they do that with me.

I have watched him sit and talk things through with me, when I know he thinks the worst, or wants to run. It shows a man who is prepared to listen and learn, a person who has come a long way in a short space of time, and that in itself can feel unsettling. That is what make me so proud of you.

Our past does shape us, and when we hit new ground it is always approached with caution, but it is also the place we often manage to dump some of our baggage and move on with a lighter load, if we don't life will eventually bog us down where we stand. I firmly believe in looking forward in life but, just now and again, we should look back and see how far we have come, and how much baggage we have lost along the way.

Voices...

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Songs

I came across this song the other day Blues Traveller - Yours

While there are a few lyrics that puzzle me, on the whole I like the song, the first time I heard it it sent shivers down my spine, it has so much feeling in it.

you are mine, all mine ;) what more is there to say.

Yours

You, with your hand outstretched
Finger on the key
This lock that you release
Is opening but isn't free
And i hope that you can see
How it beats inside of me
Instead of pushing fear aside
I want to run I want to hide
I am vulnerably yours

She, who is wanting me
Whose touch can make me cry
I can only understand
By never asking her why
Hear the contradictions fly
And as hard as I may try
Every truth becomes a lie
In the ache of her reply
I am passionately...
Yours

And the saddest eyes are
Yours
And the softest skin is
Yours, Yours
So won't you let me in I'm yours
All that I begin is yours
Every prize I win is yours
At your feet again I'm yours
All I am is yours

All I am is wanting you
I've fallen down and I can't seem to come to
If I should die before I wake
I commend my soul into this ache
Up above the world so high
Where the water tends to meet the sky
She's all I'm after by the toe
And I won't let go...
And I wanted you to know
That if you reap what you would sew
I would take it blow by blow
All I am is...
Yours

And the softest skin is
Yours, Yours
And the hope I borrow is
Yours, Yours
So won't you let me in i'm yours
All that I begin is yours
Every prize I win is yours
At your feet again I'm yours
All I am is yours
Yours

My Pledge as a Mistress

When I take on a submissive, I make a pledge to myself and to them.

They offer themselves to me, mind, body, soul and emotions.

In retrun I pledge...

To cherish you, not only as my submissive, but as the warm, caring, intelligent sensitive man that you are.

I shall never intentionally harm you, and although I know, I am not perfect, I shall try to act wisely in all things.

If I make a mistake, then I will admit it, and learn from it.

I shall continually strive to guide you and teach you to help you and support you, as you make the difficult decisions, which precede growth.

I will be patient, as you grow, knowing that all things take time and change often does not come easily. But even in my patience, I shall continually push you forward and not allow you to fall backwards. If in anything you do fall, I shall be there to catch you, hold you, comfort you, support you and then place you back on track.

If I ever lose my temper, I shall step back from that situation until I regain control, then deal with what has occurred. I will not speak in anger, nor will I act irrationally or hastily, you shall always have the opportunity to explain what has happened, before I decide what must be done, then my actions will always be based on correcting you, not punishing you.

I will continue to build trust, being open and honest with you, always encouraging you and never belittling you, always having in interest in all of your life.

I shall always communicate with you, even when it may not be easy for me, showing both my strengths and weaknesses, being open and honest.

The energy flow is like Yin and Yang, you are submissive, I am dominant, two sides of the same coin, one by itself is worthless, so while we have very different roles, we are both important.

I will treasure you, knowing without you, I have no more than an unfulfilled desire.

WakTheSak

I dont post links often, but I had fun today with this one!!

Clink here for a laugh

I love the sound effects!!

My High Score?

465 and rising ;)

The Three Stages of Denial

Tease and denial... Mmmmmmmm delightful!

There are three very distinct “stages” of denial that a sub experiences.

Need, Ache, and Frustration.

I love the word “need” although I don’t think it ever truly applies, though it has been very convincingly argued by some I respect quite well that it in fact DOES. I have heard the plea... 'But Mistress, you don't know what it feels like, you don't understand, I NEEEEED to cum' often. My boys have told me that there is a certain physical “need” that undeniably exists. However they endure it because they know it brings me pleasure. I guess this is where the “anything”, would come into play. I mean if you really “NEED” something, especially on a cellular level then I imagine that you would do anything to satisfy that need. Especially if being manipulated by a skilled wickedly playful force.

The sub may plead the need to cum, but actually they don't need it like they need, for example, to piss. Of course, the feeling of psychological need can be honed to almost any level by a skilled Domme. But the sub's pleas that he'll do anything are of course exaggerations. The fun comes when the Domme sees just how far the sub is really willing to go, and then goes a little further… Oh the fun!

I don’t have the equipment to truly understand the “Need” but I understand enough about the body to know that as time goes on there is a build up, and like any pressure, it will need to be released, but just when will I let that “need” be fulfilled?

Next, because of that build up, comes the ache. Oh how I LOVE the concept of aching. The word itself conjures up some every yummy feelings inside me. I like the thought of my boys carrying around a pair of overly sensitive full balls, and a cock that will throb at the slightest tease from me, reminding them that I am very much in control of their pleasure. I chuckle when I hear them tell me 'Oh God Mistress it HURTS!' That gets me all tingly, along with sweet whimpers, moans and begging. There is something so erotically powerful in the words “I thought you’d like to know I’m REALLY feeling it today.” or "I am so horny" followed by begging.

Then we come to frustration. I think this one is the most volatile. It can go from funny and sexy to total hell in less time than it takes to say you may cum. I must admit though my sadistic side seems to REALLY enjoy this part. I LOVE fucking with people minds. Making them all squirmy and sexually frustrated, but that is the only frustration I really enjoy. However like I say, it can flip from fun to hell all to quickly, so knowing my boys well always helps me to know just how far to push, each time pushing a fraction more, not enough to flip the fun, but enough to slowly take them deeper into the whole experience.

For me it's all about the ache, the leaking, the frustration, the desperation, and the begging. I LOVE the pleading and begging, so sexy, so erotic, so powerful, almost nothing gets me wetter, especially if they are knelt in front of me, open, venerable and on display. I enjoy the submission that denail can bring out in a boy.

And of course, the end result that moment when they are allowed release all that is forgotten as they hit that headspace that sends them reeling in pleasure. “Earth calling slut, earth calling slut, come in slut”

Soulmates

Some one shared a quote by Richard Bach with me today...

“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we’ve found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.”

Those words really stuck a cord with me.

What still amazes me is how, even if someone is a world away from you, you can still connect with them... feel them, sense them, just know they are there for you when you need them, as you are when they need you. I found you, mine :) My soulmate.

May you all find your soulmates.

New Year!

Well hello my readers, its been a while, hope you are all well enjoying the New Year...

Its been a wonderful start for me thanks to someone very special :)

I plan to write more often now as I finally have a new PC!! Yeah!!

So what to write *grins* yeah, yeah, part two I know, I know... maybe, if you are lucky!!

*winks*

'A week in her hands' - Part 1 - a story by Dream`

The soft candle light shines on your naked body, your breathing a little fast as you kneel waiting for me to return home. All day your mind has been busy, ever since you awoke to find a note from me beside your bed. In it I had left clear instructions for you. Once you had finished cleaning the house, and making sure that the beds were freshly made, you were to light candles in the lounge and bedrooms.

Then you were to bathe and be ready for me, kneeling in the lounge, with a nice cold drink ready for me on the table. You had spent the day in suspense, not knowing what I would do when I returned. Drifting in and out of your mind were thoughts of what was going to happen to you, making it hard at times to concentrate on the work you were doing. With excitement building you had completed your tasks, checked that all was as it should be, knowing that I would check when I arrived home. Then you had taken time to relax in the bath. Trying hard to calm yourself, clear your mind and focus on the night ahead. Once you had finished in the bath you lit the candles as instructed. We both liked candle light, and its soft calming glow. Soon the rooms were filled with the wonderful scent from the candles.

The sound of the key in the lock made your heart race, taking a deep breath you tried to control yourself, shaking in anticipation as you hear me enter the house, dropping into the kneeling position as you had been taught. The click of my boots on the floor as I walk down the hall signalling my approach, making your body tense and tingle. I pause in the doorway, standing with my legs apart and my hands on my hips, glancing round the room, before slowly walking round to inspect your work, running my finger over the freshly polished surfaces. I smile as I watch you, thighs wide, back straight, palms resting, upturned, on your thighs, your eyes down. I watch your chest, the rapid breathing giving away your excitement, a soft flush of anticipation clear on your face, even in the candlelight. I walk slowly round you, admiring your naked form before me. Standing behind you I run my hands down the back of your neck, across your shoulders and down your back, watching you shiver at my touch, your head rolling forward as you moan softly. Continuing round, I stop in front of you and reach down, tracing my gloved finger over your chin before taking your chin in my hand, lifting your face to meet mine. my eyes burning into yours, I lean down and kiss you, biting on your lips as I do.

"You have done well my pet" I say smiling.

With that I turn and walk to the table, picking up the iced water, I sit down in front of you, sipping it slowly. My eyes never leaving you. I watch as you try to control your breathing, your eyes closed as you try to calm yourself, knowing that the waiting is giving you time to focus. As I finish the drink I place the glass on the table, standing as I do. I walk over to you, smile softly, reach down and clip your leash onto your collar.

"Come lil one, follow me".

As I walk, I tug on your leash and you crawl behind me into the bedroom. It is warm and the candles send a soft glow over the big bed, covered in black silk sheets. Glancing round the room I smile as I guide you to the edge whispering,

"This is to be your home for the week my slut, I want you here for my pleasure. you will not be allowed to leave the room, unless I say."

I sit on the bed, watching you kneel beside me once again.

“Yes Ma‘am” you are barely able to whisper back.

Smiling softly, I lean down and kiss you, running my leathered gloved hand across your body. Feeling you responding to my touch, hearing you moan softly against my lips. Tugging on your leash I pat the bed beside me,

"Up my pet, come join me"

Gracefully you rise and sit beside me, your face flushed with excitement, your eyes bright. Pressing on your chest I lay you back against the bed. Reaching over I take some silk ties from the bedside drawer and bind your hands above your head, securing them to the metal bars of the headboard. Working my gloved fingers over your face once I am done, tracing your lips and chin, watching you closely as I whisper to you, my lips brushing your ear as I do,

"My sweet, you will be safe now, here for my pleasure."

Leaning down and kissing you before running my hands slowly down your body, flicking over your nipples, tweaking at them. Grinning as I move on to your thighs, teasing my hands round your cock, but never touching you there, despite your desperate attempts to move towards my hands. Smiling at you as I run my hands down your thighs and calves, then back up, slapping the tops of your thighs. Grinning at the warm red patches left by my hands. Moving down your legs again, taking one ankle at a time, I tie your legs wide apart, securing each one to the bars at the bottom of the bed. I stand back and admire you, placing my hands on my hips, my tongue flicking over my lips as I smile warmly at you, my eyes dancing with excitement at your wonderful form before me.

"Yes my sweet, this will be fun" I say in a low soft voice.

I move my chair close beside you, sitting down on it, placing one booted leg up on the bed, my thighs opening to expose my wet knickers to you. I watch you closely as I trace a finger from my ankle to my thigh very slowly. Smiling as I see your eyes following my finger, and you licking your lips. Slipping it between my thighs, I watch your reactions, admiring you, naked and spread before me, as I rub slowly, slipping my finger into my knickers, moving it back and forth before removing it and placing it to my lips. Sucking slowly on my glistening finger, then slipping it back beneath my knickers. Leaning over and offering my finger to you, letting you suck at it for a brief moment, the mixed scent of the leather glove and me making you whimper softly. I remove it from your mouth, smiling softly hearing you groan in disappointment.

Standing slowly, reaching into the drawer beside the bed and removing a big black double ended strap-on, pulling my knickers to one side, slowly I work one end into my wet pussy, my hips rocking, as I move it in and out. My head rolling back in pleasure as the dildo fills me. Hearing your breathing change as you watch me. I shiver slightly, looking up I smile at you. The lust and desire clearly shining in my deep blue eyes. Panting a little I thrust the dildo with firm, deep movements, fucking myself with it. With a loud groan I cum, covering it in my juices. I clench my thighs together briefly, as I enjoy the orgasm, looking at you with dark eyes and smiling before placing the other end of the dildo inside me, leaving the now wet and glistening side, exposed, before strapping it on. My eyes never leaving you, watching you closely, fear and excitement shining in yours, your breathing rapid now, your heart racing. I rub the dildo slowly, my eyes locked with yours.

"Ohhh, this feels so good, so very good..... " I moan softly to you.

My own breathing deepening a little with excitement. I grin as I watch you squirming on the bed, your excitement very evident now. My hand still stroking the dildo, it glistens with my cum as I slowly get onto the bed, and carefully stand over you. Smiling down at you as I rub my dildo, just like I would a cock, my hips rocking a little now. Watching you squirm under me, I kneel down and rub it just inches from your face, your tongue trying to lick it, you wriggling under me trying to get closer to it, to me. I lower a little more, pressing the tip into your mouth, then quickly I sit down and the dildo enters your mouth all the way. I slowly ride your mouth with my dildo. my hands holding your head still beneath me. You are helpless, the only thing you can do is suck my dildo. The harder I fuck you, the deeper the end in my pussy goes, making me squirm and moan in delight, but also making me fuck your mouth harder. my thighs gripping you as I ride harder, my breath racing, moaning loudly. Suddenly I moan and shudder on your face, gasping as I cum, my cum dripping down and onto your chin, my scent filling the air as I cum again and again, squeezing the strap-on hard with my pussy, pressing it deep into your mouth, holding the wall as I fuck deep and hard, wanting to cum again. Grinding against you, your muffled moans and vain struggling beneath me driving me wild. I shout out as I cum again, pressing deep into your mouth groaning, rocking against you.

"Yes OH YES !!" I shout.

I sit still for a while, breathing hard and fast, my heart racing, my body trembling in pleasure. As I calm down I climb off you, removing my cum soaked strap on, placing it beside you on the pillow, just out of reach, but close enough for you to smell me. I lean down, kiss your used mouth softly, you flinch slightly, your mouth still aching from the dildo that fucked it., and moan softly at my kiss. I trace My hands over your mouth. I grin as I see the lust still burning in your eyes.

"Mmmm that was good my lil fucktoy.... " I whisper to you.

Sitting back on the chair, I slowly compose myself once more. I stand and turn towards the door. Inhaling deeply I notice the room filled with my scent now, your eyes pleading with me as I turn to leave the room. Smiling to myself at the sight of my aroused slut, whimpering at my departure, your hips rocking gently on the bed, desperate for your own relief, but denied that pleasure. I grin at you as I leave the room.

“I will be back....”

With that I make my way to the bathroom and run myself a deep, warm bath adding my favourite bubble bath to it. Slowly undressing I step into the bubbles, allowing myself to slide beneath their warmth. Laying back I close my eyes and think of you waiting, helplessly on the bed for me. I smile softly to myself, knowing how aroused and desperate you are now. I sink in the scented water and slowly wash my body and hair. Taking a moment to relax and focus myself on what I have planned for you later. Stepping out of the bath I wrap myself in a warm towel, smiling softly as I make my way to my room to get dressed again.

Back in my room I stand in front of the mirror drying my hair. Shaking my head when I am done, letting it settle in wild curls on my shoulders. Picking up a body lotion, I slowly massage the cream into my body, and feet. Spraying a small amount of perfume on me I glance back in the mirror and smile. Turning to the bed I pick up my long white negligee, and slip into it. Looking in the mirror I smile approvingly at my reflection. My blue eyes sparkling back at me in the candle light, a soft glow on my skin, my damp hair shining, and resting down my back, the sheer negligee shimmering in the light, showing glimpses of my now naked body beneath. My bare feet peeking from under the split down the front of the negligee. Running my hands over my body in a final check I turn and approach your room again. Knowing you would be listening out for me, I stop at the door, stalling for just a few seconds before coming into your view. As I stand in the doorway looking at your still naked and spread body, I see that your face is flushed, your eyes bright. I smiled wickedly at you, as your eyes move up and down my body, taking it all in, your breath catching, as your tongue flicks over your parted lips.

“Guess what? I am horny little one” I tell you.

Glancing over your body I see that you are still in a state of excitement. I grin and reach down for you, my hands rubbing over your hot skin, watching you squirm beneath me. Laughing softly at your reaction.

“Looks like I am not the only horny one here.” I say grinning.

The flush spreading across your face deepens, as you reply in a whisper

“N-N-No Mam’am, You’re not the only one…”

Reaching down I drag my nails up and down your chest, grinning as the red welts appear. Watching you arching your back and rocking your hips, a small low moan escaping from you. I grin as I roll your nipples between my thumb and finger, watching you shamelessly rocking your hips, desperate for a touch. Watching your reactions, seeing the need burning in your eyes I run my hand across your cock, laughing as you thrust up towards me moaning loudly.

“Is this what you want ?” I ask smirking at you

“Ohhh, yes Ma’am it is” you are barely able to reply.

I laugh as I remove my hand, watching you as my hand moves away, a loud groan of disappointment coming from you. Desperately you try to rub against something, your
cock twitching, the tip wet with pre cum.

“Oh you poor slut” I laugh “So desperate!”

“Ohhhh...” you moan.

The desire burning in your eyes as you look at me, pleading, begging, desperate. Running my hands once again over your body, my nails trailing up and down you. Red welts forming on your chest and thighs. Still you desperately rock your hips, whimpering for release. Standing over you I slap along your thighs. Firm strokes on both the inside and outside of your thighs, stopping every now and again to gently rub and massage the hot, red areas formed. Watching you writhe beneath me, panting and moaning as my hands work over your body.

Stopping I move up the side of the bed, running my nails up along your chest as I stand at the head of the bed. I lean over and kiss you, nibbling on your lips, then working my way down your chin and neck. Sucking and biting on your neck, down over your shoulders, across your chest, stopping to flick my tongue over your nipples, before sucking on them one at a time. Teasing them in my mouth, rolling my tongue across them and biting. Beneath me you buck and squirm. Moaning loudly, your cock twitching wildly now.

I stop and stand watching you, your eyes burn with desire as you look up at me, I smile and run my finger over your lips, your tongue flicking out to meet it. I grin as I climb onto the bed and stand over you, placing one foot against each shoulder. My eyes locked with yours as my finger slowly spreads my pussy lips and exposes the wetness there before finding my clit. My finger rubbing it slowly as I rock my hips, biting down on my lip in pleasure. Closing my eyes and enjoying the pleasure I give myself as you lay beneath me helpless, having to watch me.

Pulling on your ties you desperately try and free yourself, twisting and turning in an attempt to escape. Flicking your tongue over your lips as you watch me. My fingers teasing myself, rubbing over my clit as I moan softly. Leaning against the wall as I pleasure myself above you, my breath becoming ragged as I work my clit. Opening my eyes to look at you, the desire and passion in mine mirrored in yours as you watch me. Biting on my lip, my head rolling gently from side to side I groan loudly, slipping my finger deep into my pussy, shivering in delight. Standing up and arching my back, my free hand playing with my nipple, lost in the pleasure I am getting. Beneath me you are helpless, desperate and burning with lust. Suddenly I clamp my hand between my thighs and groan loudly, leaning against the wall again as waves of pleasure wash over me as I cum. Panting I open my eyes and look down at you, grinning as I slowly suck on my fingers as you watch.

“Mmmmm, that was nice, bet you would like to taste?” I tease you grinning.

Nodding at me, you just lay there with your hips rocking,

“Y-yes, P-please, yes please” you beg, in a whispered voice.

Slipping a finger into the wetness, I crouch slowly, stopping just out of your reach. Taking the finger and waving it in front of your nose. Inhaling you whimper, trying to reach my hand as I wave it back and forth, grinning at you. Rubbing it across your nose, I laugh softly.
“Please, please Ma‘am...” you beg, “Please may I taste you?”

I just grin in reply and suck on my fingers, watching you closely. Winking at you I turn round, and still standing over you I slowly lower towards you, stopping just out of your reach, slowly slipping my fingers in and out of my mouth. Reaching out with my wet fingers I run them over the tip of your hard cock, you moan loudly, bucking upwards to meet my fingers. Slowly I run my fingers up and down your cock. I move to kneel at your side, watching you as I stroke your cock. Writhing on the bed in pleasure, you moan softly. I smile and slowly bend over you. I lower my mouth towards your cock and kiss it, my tongue rolling round the head, teasing you, before taking it deep into my mouth. With a deep moan you buck up towards me. I roll my tongue as I suck you, slipping a finger round to your ass, fingering slowly as your cock slips in and out of my warm wet mouth. Trying as hard as you can you desperately try and rock against my mouth, moaning with pleasure at the relief this brings you. Then suddenly I stop, smiling at your moans of disappointment, your eyes pleading with me as I grin at you.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” you whimper.

I slowly straddle you again, this time I place my ass over your mouth, rocking it above your face. I hear you inhale deeply, filling your lungs with my musky scent…

“I want you to kiss and lick my ass fucktoy” I say softly,

Lowering onto your face, I moan as your tongue enters my ass. Pressing down onto your face, I lean forward and start to stroke your cock as your tongue fucks my ass, causing me to wriggle on your face, moaning in pleasure. My hand keeping to the rhythm of your tongue in my ass. My other hand finding its way to my clit and playing with it, rubbing, stroking, teasing it as you lick my ass. My fingers becoming wet as I play, I moan loudly and press hard against you as I feel myself reaching a peak.

“Yes ! My captive little slut, YES!” I moan as I shiver in orgasm.

My juices running down your chin, once again coating your face, marking you, leaving my scent on you. Feeling you groan in pleasure against me. My hands working on your cock, while your tongue loves my ass. Leaning down I slip a finger into your ass, my finger keeping time with your tongue. I press against you, my finger working in and out your ass, slipping a second finger in as I run my fingers over your cock, feeling your body wriggle and jerk under me, your cock throbbing in my hands. Knowing you are near I slow down, feeling your frustrated moans against my ass, I grin and grind against you. Desperately you try and rock faster as I slow down, teasing and tormenting you, with a mixture of slow and fast strokes, watching you, feeling your reactions, knowing that you won’t hold out for much longer, pushing you to the very edge before pulling back, stopping, then starting again. Wriggling and whimpering beneath me you groan at the torment.

“Please, Ma’am please” you moan against me, “Please let me cum!”

I grin, as you struggle to control yourself, groaning against my ass, your whole body trembling in excitement now. With a firm rhythm I speed up, my fingers teasing your ass, my hand stroking your throbbing, aching cock.

“Yes you may, you can cum for me now” I finally reply to your pleading.

I feel you spasm beneath me, you groan loudly against my ass and buck your hips up as you release, I cum again as I watch your cum exploding from your cock, splattering over your stomach, your cock twitching wildly as I milk it. Grinding my ass harder on your face, your chin now covered in my cum. I rub your cum into your cock and ass before rising from you. Looking down at my cum-soaked, scented slut, your body glowing, your breathing hard and fast, unable to move you just lay there, eyes closed, heart racing and panting as you slowly come down again.

The air is filled with our scent, your body is covered in our juices. I smile softly, kissing you gently on the forehead.

“T-thank you Ma‘am, thank you” you whisper to me.

I smile down at you and running my hand over you say, “Look at you slut, you are covered in cum, just like a true slut!”

Bending forward I reach up your arms I untie them. massaging them gently, before doing the same with each ankle. I kiss them softly before standing and smiling at you,
"Rest now my sweet I will be back in the morning" I tell you. “And you will need your energy!” I laugh, before disappearing from your sight once again, this time closing and locking the door behind me.

The Multi Orgasmic man.

How many times have I heard men say its not fair us women can be multi orgasmic. Well guys, guess what? You can too!

There are many ways a man can achieve orgasm, stroking, head stimulation, prostate stimulation, just to name a few. They can orgasm without cumming and cum with out an orgasm.

One of the primary premises of Tantric sexual practices is that men have the ability to be multi-orgasmic and that the ability to harness this orgasmic power can vastly improve their health, their lovemaking, and their ability for intimacy.

Over three thousand years ago, the Chinese recognized that men can achieve multiple orgasms by delaying and even withholding ejaculation. This is possible because orgasm and ejaculation are two distinct physical processes, although they have long been equated in the West. In the 1940s pioneering sex researcher Alfred Kinsey reported similar discoveries. Yet even several decades later, after his claims have been proved repeatedly in the laboratory, most men remain unaware of their multi-orgasmic potential. Without this knowledge and without a clear technique, men are unable to feel the difference between the crescendo of orgasm and the crash of ejaculation.... Male sexuality in the West remains incorrectly focused on the inevitably disappointing goal of ejaculation ("getting off") instead of the orgasmic process of lovemaking.

In Kinseys own words...

"You may already have experienced multiple orgasms. Surprising as this may sound, many men are multi-orgasmic before they enter adolescence and begin to ejaculate. Kinsey's research suggested that more than half of all preadolescent boys were able to reach a second orgasm within a short period of time and nearly a third were able to achieve five or more orgasms one after the other. This led Kinsey to argue that "climax is clearly possible without ejaculation"

But multiple orgasms are not just limited to prepubescent boys. Kinsey continues: "There are older males, even in their thirties and older, who are able to equal this performance." In Fundamentals of Human Sexuality, Dr. Herant Katchadourian adds: "Some men are able to inhibit the emission of semen while they experience the orgasmic contractions: in other words they have nonejaculatory orgasms. Such orgasms do not seem to be followed by a refractory period [loss of erection], thereby allowing these men to have consecutive or multiple orgasms like women."

Why do most men lose their ability to be multi-orgasmic? It is possible that for many men the experience of ejaculating, when it happens, is so overwhelming that it eclipses the experience of orgasm and causes men to lose the ability to distinguish between the two. One multi-orgasmic man described the first time he ejaculated: "I still remember it clearly. There I was orgasming as usual, but this time a white liquid came spurting out. I thought I was dying. I swore to God that I would never masturbate again -- which of course lasted about a day." Since orgasm and ejaculation generally occur within seconds of one another, it is easy to confuse them. To become multi-orgasmic, you must learn (or possibly relearn) the ability to separate the different sensations of arousal and to revel in orgasm without cresting over into ejaculation. Understanding how orgasm and ejaculation are different will help you distinguish the two in your own body."

The idea behind male multi orgasms is the belief that orgasm and ejaculation are two different processes, but have become associated as one thing, so you need to re learn the feelings.

Orgasm is one of the most intense and satisfying human experiences, and if you have ever had an orgasm,and almost all men have, you will not need to have it defined. All orgasms, however, are not created equal. Orgasm is slightly different for each person and even different for the same person at different times. Nonetheless, men's orgasms share certain characteristics, including rhythmic body movements, increased heart rate, muscle tension, and then a sudden release of tension, including pelvic contractions. They feel good, too!

A lot of men are freaked out by the very idea of nonejaculatory orgasm because they've been having ejaculatory sex for such a long time, often decades. So the first thing to do is demystify ejaculation, which is just an involuntary muscle spasm.

With practice, you can learn to experience the peak feeling of orgasm without triggering the reflex of ejaculation.

So, men, you CAN be multi orgasmic ;)

'Shower Time' - a story by Dream

Sean woke, rubbed his eyes sleepy, and then remembered where he was. Sean felt his heart race, and his cock stir a little at the memory. Massaging his still aching jaw. He rolled over he saw a note propped on a tray beside his bed. Sitting up he took a closer look. On the tray were a glass of water, and some cold toast. He picked up the water and sipped it reading the note.

“You will take a shower, clean yourself up and be waiting for me” Was all it said.

Sean glanced round the room, and noticed a door ajar, leading to a shower and toilet. Placing the glass back down he went in, looking forward to a nice warm shower. He was still feeling somewhat sore and stiff from being tied to the bed yesterday, and he could smell the scents of yesterday on himself too.

Sean had been in the shower for about 15 minutes and was starting to relax. The hot water felt delicious as it flowed down his body. Streams of water cascaded over his chest, teasing across his nipples mingling with the straight jets as they hit his body. He watched this for a while, the twisting torrent always changing as they danced against his skin. He was hypnotized by the water and didn't notice as her hands slipped past the shower curtain. Jade stroked his back and he jumped and let out a startled little scream. She was naked and stepped in behind Sean and joined him. She kissed his neck and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Hand Me the shampoo.”
“Yes, Mistress Jade" Sean replied with the hint of a laugh now that he recovered from the "Psycho" entrance.

Jade took the shampoo and squeezed some onto his head and started to work it in with her fingers as he melted against her body. The feeling was luxurious and his whole body was tingling with the pleasure of the experience. Next she took the shower massage off its hanger and held it close to his head to rinse it off. She worked slowly taking her time and making sure that she had completely rinsed the suds out.

Feeling the stream so close to his head, moving in little circles, felt incredibly sensuous! She let it slowly massage over his shoulder as the subs rinsed away. Jade then replaced the showerhead up into its holder and reached for the conditioner. After squeezing a more than generous amount into her hands and started working it into his hair. She ran her fingers through his hair, massaging in it. She then moved him forward, away from the stream of water.

“Put your hands against the wall," She instructed him.

Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the wall, bending at the waist. Being out of the water made him feel a little cold. Cold and hot air currents hit different parts of his body giving him the start of goose bumps. Jade squeezed more of the slick conditioner into her hand. She rubbed it against the crack of his arse, moving her hand up and down, all the way to the base of his cock and back. Again and again she did this, watching him arch his back in pleasure as her slick fingers glided over his tight rosebud, the tickles his balls, and the base of his cock, making him purr in pleasure. Without warning, she slid her index finger into his pink arse and immediately felt the ring of muscles grip her finger. The suddenness made Sean gasp as her finger slid in and out easily with its coating of conditioner. She crooked her finger a little while she was slowly working it back and forth and Sean began to react from the pleasure of her finger as it worked against him, the nerves there being stimulated each time her knuckle worked in and out.

Jade was becoming aroused as well. She breathed softly into his ear and leaned closer against him, and Sean felt the hardness of the strapon he had not known she was wearing rubbing against him. She removed her finger and Sean let out a short, pouting whimper at the ending of that pleasure. He had been getting excited, and did not want it to stop, but knew that if he spoke a word at this point, it could end any hope for exquisite release. Jade squeezed out another handful of conditioner and stroked it over the rubber cock, coating it with the thick creamy stuff. She positioned the head of the cock against his tight opening. Sean knew what was about to happen and tried to relax. Placing a hand on each side of his hips, Jade began to push slowly into him.

He was pushed forward, his head sideways against the tile wall, pressing his cheek against the cool surface, hands on the wall on either side of his face, he gasped, biting his bottom lip softly. The head of her cock was still visible, being squeezed by his still unyielding muscles. Jade backed out, squeezing more of the conditioner directly onto the head of the cock and onto his puckered arsehole. Once again, holding his hips, Jade pushed in. This time she felt the head of the cock as made it past the tight opening, but the muscles gripped against it like a ring of steel. Feeling the cock work slowly up into his arse caused a delicious pain/pleasure to course through him. The cock seemed massive as it worked its way to the hilt. Sean let out a gasp by the time her groin touched the cheeks of his arse, trying to relax as the cock invaded and filled him. Jade did not pull the cock back but reached her hand around his hips until she could curl her fingers round his cock. With one hand flat against his stomach, she worked her other hand up and down and slowly teased his throbbing shaft, her thumb caressing over this cock head, her teasing made him whimper and purr with pleasure.

She rocked her hips but kept contact against his arse, Sean found himself rocking with her, his hips matching hers; he let out a soft moan, his cock twitching in her hand. The feeling was intense; his arse and cock being worked at the same time. Sean’s breathing became ragged as he once again started to reach climax. He was almost there when suddenly Jade stopped stroking his cock and quickly withdrew from him. The sudden departure left him feeling incredibly empty and trembling with passion.

"Turn around and kneel," Jade commanded.

Quickly he turns and drops to his knees before her, his hips rock softly as he settles on his knees before her, watching her as she starts soaping up the rubber cock, the suds running down her legs. Jade looks down at him squeaky-clean cock held in her hand. Spray from the shower making him squint as he kneels before her, his legs as far apart as he can get them, water running in rivers across his heated skin, and dripping off his cock as it twitches. She reaches down, grasps a handful of his wet hair, and forcefully pulls his head back.

"Open your mouth, my dear slut toy." She says with an evil glint. Sliding the tip of the cock back and forth over his lips, she laughs.

"Lets see what a good little cock sucker you are!" She says as she starts to slide the cock into his mouth. Her hips rocking back and forth as he sucks and laps desperately. His mouth forced wider as the cock starts to fill it. Her hands gripping his head keeping him close, Sean lets out a whimper as Jade drives it into his mouth with her thrusting hips, his own cock throbbing madly between his thighs, precum leaking from the tip and mixing with the water that’s cascading down their bodies. She arches her back, moaning at the site before her, watching Sean between her thighs. He works on the cock, taking it deep into his mouth sucking and lapping, squinting through the water up at her. Jades thrusts become harder, her breathing once again reflecting her growing excitement watching him work the cock. Letting go of his head she undoes the strapon, still watching him suck, then steps back and pulls it out of his mouth. Dropping the strapon on the floor she steps in closer again, pulling his head back towards her pussy.

"Open your mouth, my dear, and pleasure yourself, but you may not cum until I do."

Sean whispers "Yes Mistress Jade" his own breath short with lust and excitement. Jade starts to tease her pussy lips open, watching as Sean reaches down and strokes his aching cock, his eyes locked on her hand just inches from his face. Jade teases her lips open, slowly rubbing her finger over her clit, moaning softly, every once in a while thrusting a finger into her now soaking wet pussy her hips rising to meet the finger, as it pumps in and out. Sean pumps harder at his cock, tongue flicking out in desperation to try and lick her, taste her. Jade smiles down, her breathing shallow, her finger working over her throbbing clit, bringing her closer. Sean slows his stroking; keeping himself right on the edge, his nerves stretched taut, longer than he thought was humanly possible. He trembles and whimpers in need.

Jade looks down at her slut toys face. She can see the pleasure and the strain. His mouth open, his cheeks flushed, his tongue moving in desperation, trying to reach her wetness. She leans closer, pressing her pussy to his mouth, his tongue starts lapping the parted pussy lips, her finger working faster on her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm. Sean moans against her, his tongue diving deep into her, lapping, his mind starts to spin, his cock twitches and aches in his hand, making him work his tongue harder at her pussy, wanting to bring her to orgasm. A few more strokes and Jade starts to shiver in delight, pressing down on his face, she tenses and lets out a long low moan as she cum. Her hands reach for the shower walls to support her as her hips rock against his face, the waves of pleasure riding over her. Sean feels the gush of her orgasm against his tongue, and sucks harder, moaning. With a final pump of his cock Sean’s body is racked with his own powerful orgasm. His cum shot out over the shower floor in powerful spurts, as he fell forward, his strength drained, letting his face rest against her pussy. One hand grabbing her leg while the other continues to work his cock, stroking through his orgasm. He feels her hands holding his head as his last shot of cum hits the shower floor. He rests his head against her, wrapping both arms around her thighs, panting softly the now cold water making him shiver a little, or was that from the power of his orgasm?

Jade patted Sean’s head and smiled.

“Well done slut toy,” She said, “Now clean yourself up meet me in the kitchen”

With that she reached down, removing his arms from her thighs and stepped out of the shower. Drying herself as Sean knelt in the shower, his head still spinning. The sound of her closing the bathroom door as she left jarred Sean to his senses. He stumbled week kneed out of the shower and rubbed himself dry on the towel she has tossed to the floor.

Words...

Sticks and stones can break my bones,
But words can never harm me...

Oh how untrue.

While sticks and stones can indeed break bones, often they will heal without any sign of the damage caused.

Words, on the other hand can cut deep and cause deep wounds that may never truly heal over. Wounds that will burst open at the simplest of memories, or fester unchecked and do untold damage to yourself deep down, damage that may never heal, damage that will feed a cycle of damage if you let it. But how do you stop it?

Yet, on the other hand, the simplest words can bring intense joy, pleasure and sense of well being to us.

Words...

Such a two edged sword.

Sometimes, knowing how powerful words are, can make saying what you want to say, indeed what you NEED to say, impossible. Especially if who you need to say it to, has cut you with words and/or actions in the past.

I want to lash out, to hurt back. Yet, I find myself holding back, knowing the damage that it will cause. Like a pebble tossed into a pond, the ripples would be far reaching.

Such is this roller coaster called 'Life' we ride.

'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.