'My Teddy Now' - a story by Dream

This story was inspired when someone saw some pics of me messing around with my teddy bear, his comment was 'I wish I was your teddy' I don't have the pictures anymore, but I may just have to take one to add to this *winks*

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I looked over at you as we sat eating dinner “I have a treat for you my sweet slut,” I said smiling. “ A very special treat for you indeed.”

You felt your heart race a little as you looked at the wicked gleam in my eyes, wondering what I had planned this time. You were learning very quickly that life with me was never dull, and that I could be wickedly sexy and full of surprises, your body tingled as you tried to focus on eating dinner. Catching my eye every now and again, the look you see there sending more shivers through your already excited body.

Sitting with my coffee after dinner I smiled and patted the seat beside me “Come sit with me.” I said.

You settled in the seat beside me and smiled. You were still wondering what I had planned, but knew better than to ask me, knowing I would let you know all in good time. I laughed softly watching you.

“You are burning with curiosity aren’t you?” I ask.

You nod at me, your eyes burning with a mixture of curiosity and desire that I loved to see.

“Well the I guess its time to find out. Into the bathroom and get undressed. I want you to wait until I get there,” I ordered.

You jumped up and practically ran up the stairs taking them two at a time. You knew you were in for a good night when I told you to get undress and wait for me. You stripped off and placing your clothes into the linen basket, slipped you’re your knees to wait for me. You mind was racing, your heart beating loudly in your chest, the blood coursing through your ears, pounding softly against your eardrums. You kneel with you thighs spread open, your hands resting softly on your thighs and listen out for my footsteps on the stairs, feeling your body tense as you hear them.

As the door opened you smile, straightening yourself proudly. You know how much I liked to see you like this, and you always get great pride in displaying yourself to me.

I wink and lean in to run the bath, pouring a small amount of bubble bath under the water steaming from the taps. Turning to look at you as the bath filled, I nodded.

“Yes, this will be fun, but we need to make sure you are all clean first.” I laugh softly.

Turning I turn of the taps, swished the water in the bath and tell you to stand. Nodding at the bath I ordered you into the water. Stepping into the water you close your eyes and sit down into the bath, laying back to allow me access to you, your body taut with anticipation and excitement. Picking up the sponge and bar of soap I lather it up and grinning at you I start to rub it over your chest. You can’t help but moan softly as the sponge caresses your chest and nipples. Down along your stomach and over your thighs, working it into a rich cleansing lather. Placing the sponge on the side I pick up the razor and starts to razor you smooth.

Tweaking at your nipples I tell you to roll onto your knees. As you kneel on all fours in the bath, I lather up my hands and run them up and down your thighs, squeezing your arse. Moving down to your cock and balls and caressing them softly, my hand teasing and tormenting you, causing your cock to twitch and throb in my hands. I pull away and caress your butt again my finger sliding into your arse, cleaning you there too. You moan softly in pleasure, your hips rocking against my fingers as they glide in and out of you.

I laugh softly as I remove my fingers and you moan in frustration, slapping your arse I tell you to get out of the bath, and start drying you, rubbing briskly with the towel over your body. When I am finished I smile at you, my eyes locking with yours. Your eyes meet mine, deep pools of curiosity reflecting in them, as you wonder at what I have planned for you. Knowing by the look in my eyes that I am excited at what ever it is I am up to.

I smile and kissing you telling you to go lay on my bed now. You do as you are told and lay back on my bed. I follow you in and pick up some cords lying on side and put them beside you on the bed. I smile down at you.

“Its time for the fun to start” I laugh.

Picking up one I start binding your ankles to your thighs firmly, wrapping it securely round and round your ankles and thighs, first your right side then using another piece on your left, making sure to tie them secure, leaving you spread and vulnerable. Running my hands up over your stomach, and then your chest as I move up your body. My nails drag over your skin leaving a trail of red welts as they do. I feel you shiver under my touch, and I grin down at you. Using more cords I bind your wrists close to your shoulders, once again making sure to tie them secure. First the right side, then the left. Watching the mixture of excitement, curiosity and fear building in your eyes as you watch me working, your breathing becoming a little ragged, your face starts to flush.

I stand back and admire you all tied up, bound and secure for me. I grin a little, lean in and whisper to you my lips brushing your ear, warm breath washing over you as I speak.

"Oh my sweet slut, you look so cute" I reach over and pull a bag from the draw, winking at you as I do so. "I have got a present for you my little one, and I just know you will like what I have here."

Reaching into a bag I laugh as you gasp when I remove a specially made teddy suit for you. It’s made of soft toy fur fabric, in a deep shade of purple. Grinning down at you I kneel on the bed beside you and slip it each of your tightly bound legs into the leg sections, rolling you on your side to pull it up your back before slipping your arms away into the suit. Fitting you snugly the fluffy material I caress your exposes chest and stomach, making you squirm and moan in pleasure. I laugh as I trail my fingers over your throbbing cock.

My eyes burn brightly as I lay you back on the bed, your arms and legs now covered. I smile again, reaching into the bag once more, this time removing a specially made butt plug, with a fury teddy tail on it, covering it with lube I laugh as I look at you, my hand working up and down along the length of it, your eyes never leaving my hands, your moans of pleasure getting louder and louder. I insert it through a specially designed hole at the back of the suit into your tight arse, letting it slid in slowly. Feeling you wiggle and squirm as I slowly move it in and out, watching you, your moans louder now, slowly I press it deep into your arse and feel it slip firmly into place, your muscles clenching it firmly.

My hands move back to your still exposed chest, once again My nails trailing over your skin, I lean down to kiss you, nibbling on your lips, before pulling the teddy hood over your head, leaving just your face showing. I tweak your nipples before taking your cock and slipping it and your balls through another specially designed hole, it is elasticated so that it fits firmly round your cock, making it stand out obscurely from the suit.

Slowly I zip up the suit, before standing back and admiring my teddy Your arms and legs sticking out, your tail twitching in your ass and your cock and balls there for my to see, standing proud against the deep purple fur. You whimper softly, watching me, waiting to see what I do next. I smile leaning closer.

“Your my slut teddy now” I whisper laughing “You really are my teddy now aren’t you?” Grinning down at your helpless form.

Slowly I straddle your body, kneeling over you I run my breasts up and down your furry body moaning softly, I arch my back as I reach your mouth, tracing your lips with my erect nipples, and letting you suck on them for a while. Moving up to sit crouching over your face, my wet pussy rubbing over your tongue and nose, spreading my juice all over you, rocking and moaning loudly, grinding onto you as you lay there helpless, unable to do anything but lick and suck. I reach down and let my finger dance over my throbbing clit as my hips jerk against you. Rubbing over and over, I moan louder, my thighs clamping against you. I let out an exploding hiss as my orgasm courses through my body. Shuddering as I cum, flooding your nose and mouth with my juice and scent.

Turning round onto all fours and rubbing My arse over your tongue, feeling you kiss and lick against my skin. My own tongue flicks over your throbbing cock, lapping before licking down to your balls, sucking and teasing you. Back upwards I work, rolling my tongue round and round your cock, caressing the sensitive underside with my tongue each time, feeling your twitch as I take your cock in my hands and move them up and down, stroking caressing, teasing. Sliding back against your tongue and fucking myself on you again, I start moaning loudly as I glide over your face, coating you in my juices. My hand teasing your tail plug in and out of your arse as I suck on your cock, hearing you whimper and moan, feeling you shivering in pleasure beneath me. Shuddering and moaning as I fuck you, feeling your cock throb and swell in my mouth, knowing you’re close.

“Yes, cum for me” I whisper against your throbbing cock, pulling away and stroking you hard while pressing the butt plug in hard as you explode. I shiver as you moan against my pussy that still seals your mouth as you cum, rope after rope of your cum shooting into my hands. As you lay there panting I place my hands at your mouth for you to clean up.
“MMMMMmmmmmm, Oh yes what a good teddy you are!”

Climbing off the bed and smiling down at you, laying there on my bed, for my pleasure, your face covered with my scent, your cock twitching against the fur of your suit, your breath is fast, your face is flushed, your eyes burn with excitement. As I turn to leave I hear you whimper, and I stop looking back at you. Scooping up my knickers off the floor I poke them into your mouth laughing softly, knowing that you will not be able to call out for me now, and also knowing that you can’t move. Kissing your forehead I laugh softly again.

“You’re my teddy on my bed now, I will be back for more teddy slut fun !" I call out laughing as I leave the room.

Absolute Surrender

For me, there can be no sweeter gift than absolute surrender and submission.

Getting a sub to let me open the door to their mind, allowing me enter, to wander slowly through the corridors of their minds, into those deep dark areas of their inner sanctum, a place not shared with many.

Then feeling the surrender as they relinquish their hold over their conscious mind and allowing compelling whispers to direct their subconscious. Discovering their hidden depths, and darkest desires, as they allow me to work with that, nurturing, pushing, encouraging their growth, moulding them. Watching as I then take them to the point of no return, as they surrender totally, completely, in order to please me. Watching as their body and mind surrender, releasing that last delicious sigh from deep within to announce their compliance and acceptance, to my will.

Watching as they kneel in surrender before me. For me there is nothing sexier than a sub willingly surrendering their mind to me, allowing me to treasure this gift and cradle it safely in my care. I admire those who willingly kneel, because to surrender completely requires great strength. It is such a powerful sight, one that is deeply intimate and vulnerable, it requires the subs trust and respect. This symbolic offering of a subs gift of submission quite literally takes my breath away, and strikes to the very core of me.

Its very true that anyone can kneel before a Dom/me, But I am talking about the sub who kneels in submission and surrender, openly offering themselves to my care, my whim, placing themselves in my hands.

Yes, a powerful, sexy, breath taking image indeed.

Punishment

Something today got me thinking about this subject, so I have decided to post my views on it.

'Punishment is the practice of imposing something unpleasant on a subject as a response to some unwanted behaviour or disobedience that the subject has displayed.

Punishment is a term from Psychological Learning Theory that has a precise meaning; it refers to something that causes a behaviour to lessen in intensity. There is nothing that is intrinsically punishing. A thing is called punishing if, when it is applied, it results in the reduction of behaviour that you want to reduce.'

I don't like the word punishment. I much prefer the term 'correction' and the correction should always fit the situation, and never be administered in anger

I believe most subs will do their best to please their Dom/me. If there is any 'displeasure', then they will feel bad enough, and be hard enough of themselves. Often it is enough that they know they have displeased their Dom/me. If my sub has displeased me, I would rather talk to them and explain why it had displeased me and then ask then to explain to me why they did it. We would then discuss it so that both of us understood and if a similar situation arose they would know what was expected and what to do.

Of course a lot of what happens in the process of correction will depend on the sub. I have known sub who like to be 'punished' in a play role, for minor indiscretions. Major ones would have to involve discussion in order for them to be resolved. I have also known subs who need to have correction handled in a very different way.

Yes, ultimately it is down to the Dom/me when and how they use it, but I believe it is a subject that should involve a lot of discussion, open, honest discussion. I have known subs who have said that, at times, they have found it hard to talk to their Dom/me about an issue for fear of their wrath. That is not how I want my subs to feel, because if the don't feel they can talk to you, there is a vital error in the relationship for me.

True 'punishment' is reserved for severe incidents or continual problems, or perhaps needed to work on stubbornness and to improve humility. Various things can be punishment, not necessarily physical, but mental aspects such as humiliation can do this just as well.

Punishment should be used cautiously as the dominant's role is to teach, to train, to bring the submissive into a better compliance with expectations, used incorrectly, it can adversely affect the relationship.

I have, and never would use BDSM as an 'excuse' for punishment. My partner is man, and does not need to be treated like a naughty kid. For me the crop/paddle/flogger etc, are all used by mutual consent and we gain mutual pleasure from it in our own ways, so the use of these for punishment is one I have reservations over, as the last thing I want is a sub that will misbehave in order to get a spanking. There is a fine line that is easy to cross, and subs who misbehave in order to have 'playtime' need to realise that, that behaviour will in fact result in no play from me.

But in play context, sure... 'Bend over and let me tan that butt you bad boy!' ~winks~

'slave chains' - a poem by Dream

I wrote this after fade got his chains. I love them, so does he :) The way they restrict movement, the fact any movement is accompanied by the rattle of chains, just re-enforcing the fact he is mine.~chuckles softly~ And watching him make a bed in them is so much fun!

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Heart beating, he stands,
Breath shallow,
Mind racing.

Waiting …

Collar and cuffs of leather,
Joined in chains,
Inhaling he shivers.

Intoxicating…

The soft black leather,
Wrapping round his neck,
Capturing his heartbeat.

Entrancing …

Arms and ankles,
Secured in cuffs,
All joined by chains.

Captivating …

Locked in leather,
Bound in chains,
Wrapped in love,
Owned, Completely.

Hers.

At his side She watches,
Soft leather encasing his skin
Chains chinking softly as he moves
Skin flushed in his excitement

She hears his ragged breath,
Sees his heart beating its rhythm against his chest.
Senses his emotions flutter, and then take flight.
Her lips curl into a gently smile.

Fingers wrap around his chains
The chains that bind him to Her
Tugging gently as She guides him
Leading him ever onwards.

New Toys!

Well here are my yummy new toys that arrived this week! (If you click on the pic you will get a bigger one)

The Fur and Barbedwire flogger are from Jacks Floggers and the barbed wire one stings like mad!

The Paddle and Twase from Whipsmaid

And the crop from a local sadle shop, and goes well with my back one ;) Yup, I have a theme of black and prurple toys, and have a nice collection now. Still waiting for another two floggers to come too :)

So now I need targets to practice on... any offers??

Pervertables

Everyday Objects and BDSM, aka Pervertables!

We have all had fun with every day objects in a D/s setting I am sure, I know I have, there are a plethora of items at your fingertips after all. I started wondering about whole scenes using only these objects, to say my imagination went into overdrive would be fair!!

Cling film, used to wrap the sub from shoulders to feet. I like adding balls of cling film to the palms of the hands and making the sub hold them, arms crossed over the chest. 1) for comfort, the fingers can move a little and are less likely to become numb and 2) the way I wrap the hands makes escape almost impossible. I say almost, because I am sure one day someone will escape and I will have to rethink that! A cushion of cling film between knees and ankles again aids comfort of the sub, well as comfortable as being helpless can be. The cock of course can be either in or out (Its always fun to add a butt plug, especially one of those inflatable vibrating ones, the plug securely wrapped in the body, but thats not a pervertable ;) just a toy I like to add, the controls left out for use) Of course a gag can be fun, and as its household items knickers and scarfs work well.

Of course, wax play on a well oiled body before the wrapping is fun. The cleaning up is easy as it just peels off when you unwrap. Just remember to have towels handy, and plenty of liquid when you unwrap them!

Toys I have used on wrapped bodies include a wonderful leather fly swatter I bought in a local cook shop. It has a nice wooden handle and large yummy leather swatter. Stinging nettles can be used under the wrap for added fun, To add a little 'pop' try using bubble wrap *grins*

Wooden spoons, spatulas, rulers all make wonderful toys.
Chopsticks and elastic bands as clamps.
Plastic or electric fly swatters.
Stainless Steel Juicers that can be used warmed or cooled are fun.
Pegs, of course, can't be forgotten
Fresh breath strips or alkalizer tablets for virginal or anal play.
Toothpaste, chillie paste/salve, ginger root, deep heat, tiger balm, icey white, to name but a few, for play with attitude *grins*
A whole fruit basket of fruit or veg, and just think of the fun you can have with it after ;)
Toothbrushes, especially the vibrating ones!
Hairbrushes as paddles, hair scrunches as cock rings.
I even discovered that those small leather book marks leave such a nice welt when the tailed end is used.
Ping Pong bats

And that's just off the top of my head in a few moments, and I am sure you can all think of 101 things that can be used... maybe we should make a 101 Pervertables list! I know I look at things and think... Hmmmm now that can be used for this, or as that, don't you?

I for one want to explore more scenes using only items like those listed about, and see just how much fun I can have.

Mmmmmmmmmm... what made me do this post... new toys that arrived today, and some ideas I was having... more on the new toys to come!!

'I want him ...' - a poem by Dream

I want him to welcome me home, run me my bath, and ensure I have all I want before he readies himself for me.

I want him to lay out the toys as instructed before I come into the room.

I want him to inspect the room – it must not be lacking in any way whatsoever.

I want him to ensure there is a glass of chilled wine waiting for me, to light the candles and put on the music.

I want him to undress, fold his clothes neatly and wait for me naked.

I want him to kneel, bow his head and contemplate. His thoughts will be of only me.

I want him to clear his mind of any worries and to concentrate on service. He need not be afraid for when I enter the room I shall take complete charge and will not allow harm to befall him, for I will protect and nurture.

I want him to allow me into his dark places – places he has never allowed anyone to enter. I feel thrilled, privileged and eager to go there.

I want him...

'Night Time Visitor' - a story by Dream

A warning, this is one of my stories, are you sitting comfortably, good, then I shall begin.
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He lay there in bed looking at the clock, it was 1am and he had to get some decent sleep. He closed his eyes, thinking of her and their time together. He rolled onto his side and reached down between his legs, caressing his hands over this throbbing cock, just thinking of her made him so hard and wet. His fingers played lightly back and forth, lazily stroking until he took his thumbs and caressed the wet head, it felt good under his touch. His eyes closed and slowed teased his cock as he lay there thinking about her...

Of course he trusted her , and of course it made sense to give her, her own key to his flat. It made life much easier, and at 2 am, as she quietly turned the key in the lock to his door, she smiled wickedly, silently thanking him. She closed the door behind her with a soft click. He had left a small light on in the living room as always and she crept softly across the room and down the hall, pushing the partially opened door even further open. A dim light fell across his bed, there he lay, twisted in sheets, on his stomach his face was turned away from the door and both his arms where hugging his pillow.

“It's too easy” She though, smiling to herself.

She licked her lips, over on the bed he never moved, his breathing was slow and even. She knew he was swept far away in dream land and unconscious of her presence. She closed the distance between them, walking carefully around the bed to the side where he lay and looked down upon his sleeping face, he never even stirred, her lips curled into a evil grin...

“What the…??”

He was slammed awake as he was suddenly flattened to his bed, his hands were pulled up hard and a body pinned him down into the mattress, he felt a hand gripping his hair. His mind struggled to focus, sleepiness numbing his sensations. He opened his mouth to try and catch his breath, maybe even scream but a hand covered his mouth roughly, a chilling voice growled into his ear.

“Shut... up...” that was all.

He bit the hand, and it pulled away as his intruder grunted and then jerked his head back by the hair, teeth dug into his neck and he cried out, but froze suddenly, the realization that he was being attacked paralysed him. He gasped for breath, his heart beating against his chest, the blood pounding in his ears as he struggled to keep calm, his throat dry as he screamed in silent fear.

She hesitated, not wanting to really hurt or traumatize him, but she wanted to push a bit farther, just a bit. She held his wrists tight, keeping them pressed into the pillow above his head as her hand twisted his head into the pillow, holding him down.

“Do... not... bite..." the voice snarled a warning into his ear.

He was panting by now, he knew the voice! Oh god... who was it? That freaky woman from the corner shop? Was it her? Oh my god... oh my god… his heart hammered against his chest as he struggles to think, he was trembling a little in fear now. The hands that held his wrists tightened and then he heard metal, he didn't move, cold metal circled his wrists and he heard the cuffs snap.

“Oh my god, I am being cuffed” he though “This isn't a joke, this isn't a dream.”

With that realisation he started to fight. He pulled with all his might with his arms but was stopped short. He had been cuffed to bars that formed the head board. He heard them scratch against the metal. Now she had both of her hands free, she rose up, straddling his hips and resting her weight on his body, he was pinned. He tried to twist his head, to look back and see who this was, but once more a hand forced his head down into the pillow. He could scream, but only into a pillow, and no one could hear him.

She paused, then and reached down under both of them and used her feet that were bent under her to part his legs. He screamed into the pillow, it was muffled and she didn't worry. She reached up and found his nipples, pinching then hard and twisting them. He jumped under her touch, freezing for a moment, then he struggled. She moved one had down to his cock and ran her fingers over it, he was hard and wet, his body giving away his excitement. She licked her lips, her hand left his cock and sniffed her fingers. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to reveal that she was wearing a strap on, she smiled as he writhed beneath her as she sat over him. She grabbed the cock as she listened to him yelling into the pillow her hand slowly glided up and down the rubber cock, reaching over to where she had placed the lube she began sliding some up and down and wondered what he was saying, she just grinned to herself.

He could feel her shifting, then her body covered his once more, her legs hooking in his and forcing them wide. The air hissed out of his mouth as she weight crushed down on him and he felt her cock press against his tight puckered arse.

“Nooooooooooooooooooo!” He screamed into the pillow.

Trying to fight back, to kick and scream, but it was little use. He shook as she thrust hard and fast and with that thrust, buried her cock into him. He jerked under her from the shock. It was a brutal thrust, fear sending shivers up his spine. Then she drew back slowly and held it there, as he fought to get his breath. Suddenly she was thrusting hard onto him once more, pounding into his arse, making his gasp, reaching under him and finding a nipple, she pulled on it as she drove her cock into him again. Despite his fear he moaned into the pillow, his body responding to her touch. She continued to drive her cock in and out of his arse, leaning down to bit his neck, letting her teeth graze over his skin as she did. She felt his resistance fade as the pleasure took over from the fear. Grinning to herself as she withdrew, causing him to whimper somewhat as she left his arse empty.

“Whats up slut, enjoying it now?” The voice hissed in his ear.

His face burnt in shame, he ccould not help but nod. He was enjoying it and did not want her to stop. She climbed off him, her fingers twisting into his hair and gripping hard, keeping his face in the pillow.

“On your knees slut!” The voice hissed.

He didn't move, not wanting to help. He screamed once more as she brought her hand down hard onto his arse, swift firm strokes onto each cheek, being sure to catch the tops of his thighs as the tears start filling his eyes, the blows raining down causing the flesh of his arse to burn as sting. She raked her nails over the heated flesh, before the spanking continue, a steady stream of heavy blows catching his arse and thighs and making him squirm beneath her again. Then without warning she reached between his thighs and curled her fingers round his balls, tugging on them.

"I said on your knees slut!" The voice hissed again.

He stumbled to his knees, and she laughed softly.

“Now you are catching on slut, keep that face in the pillow, or you get more of the same!” She said, tugging his balls once more for emphasis.

He nodded, fear keeping his face pressed into the pillow, now damp with his tears. The bed dipped as she knelt between his thighs, resting her cock back against his arse. He flinched and pulled away. She moved back and he sighed thankfully. The next moment she was striking his arse hard with a paddle, flinching as it burnt in pain, he let out a low moan, then before he can recover she was striking him again and again. His body trembling in a mixture of pain and pleasure, sending him to new heights despite the fear, once more his body betraying him. It ended as suddenly as it started and she knelt behind him again, her cock teasing his throbbing arse, stroking in gently in and out. He moaned in pleasure once more. She pulled back sliding all the way out, the next thrust, causing him to scream into the pillow again as she thrusts it deep into him. Her hands moving under his again and finding cock and running her nails over it making him buck up and forcing her cock deeper into his arse. Using her fingers to tease his cock head and making him moan. Letting go suddenly she slaps his thighs as her cock fucks his arse. Sliding one hand up under his body pinching and pulling at his nipple, pinning him to the bed. Pounding into his arse, hearing his moans as his body rides the sensations she produces. Her other hand raking her nails over his back, digging deeply into the tender flesh of his arse every time they reach it. Her breathing getting faster, he hears a groan, feeling her body twitch, his own body surprisingly close to the edge.

“Cum with me my slut” Her voice whispers.

In an instant it all becomes clear and he realises who this is, that familiar voice!

“Yes Mistress” he moans into the pillow.

Her words drive him over the edge, his body stiffens and trembles beneath her as he cums with her, screaming into the pillow once more, but this time in pleasure.

Pulling out of and moving to the top of the bed she turns his head to face him. Still trembling from his orgasm she tells him to clean her, his lips lovingly lick and kiss at her wet lips. He manages to whisper.

“Yes Mistress, oh thank you Mistress for using your sult tonight”

He feels her release the cuffs on his writs, kissing each one gently, before she lays beside him in the bed, her body sliding in beside him, she takes him in her arms and rests his head on her shoulder. He hears a soft moan of pleasure from her as she stroke his hair and he feel himself flush with pride at serving her well once more.

“Well done my pet” she says “Now sleep for tomorrow I have plans for you”

“Yes Mistress” he replies softly, his eyes closing. As he drift off he wonder what her plans were.

The 2006 version of I Will Survive

I recieved this in my mail and just had to share it. Thank you cindyslut!!!

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At first I was afraid, I was petrified.
When you said you had 10 inches, Lord I almost died!
But I'd spent so many years just waiting for a man that long,
That I grew strong,
And I knew that I could take you on...

But there you are, another lie,
I was ready for a Big Mac and you've brought me a French Fry!
I should have known that it was bullshit, just a sad pathetic dream,
Should have known there was no Anaconda lurking in those jeans!
Go on now - go, walk out the door,
Don't you promise me 10 inches, then turn up with only 4!
Weren't you a brat to think I wouldn't find you out!?
Don't you know we're only joking when we say size don't count??!!

[Chorus]
I will survive! I will survive!
Cuz as long as I have batteries,
My sex life's gonna thrive!
I will always have good sex,
With a handful of latex!
I will survive! I will survive! Hey! Hey!

It took all my self control not to laugh out loud,
When I saw your little weiner standing tall and proud!
But to hell with your ego and to hell with all your needs,
Now I'm saving all my lovin' for a cordless multispeed!

[Chorus]
I will survive! I will survive!
Cuz as long as I have batteries,
My sex life's gonna thrive!
I will always have good sex,
With a handful of latex!
I will survive! I will survive! Hey! Hey!

Sensually Sadistic

Sadism is a term named after the Marquis de Sade who, according to his writings, took extreme pleasure in extreme cruelty taken to the outer limits. The New Webster's Encyclopedic Dictionary of the English Language defines sadism as: 1. sexual gratification gained by causing pain or degradation to others. 2. pleasure in being cruel. 3. extreme cruelty.

Sadism is a sexual perversion where one person gains gratification by inflicting physical or mental pain on others. It can also mean a delight in torment or excessive cruelty.

But what of the 'sadists' that can't be defined or described by the definition above. They can be kind and caring souls whose make sure that their parnter gains fulfilment, pleasure, gratification and satiation from their actions. I guess you could call them Sensual Sadistics.

That is how I see myself, as a Sensual Sadist. I can, and do, inflict pain in varying degrees dependant on the scene and mood, I love to humiliate, but there is more to it for me than that, a bigger picture, and it is for that reason I define myself as a Sensual Sadist. I care about the safe, sane, and consensual exploration of the desires and needs of both myself and my sub. While I will ways respect any limits, I will tease and push the boundaries by getting into their mind and working from there. Slowly over time new boundaries will evolve as the old one dissolve. I love use the ability of the mind to translate the pain, powerlessness, or humiliation into pleasure and satisfaction. I guess you could say that I exploit it by working the body and mind into a delicious opposition of each other. This happens slowly over time and with a deep understanding and knowledge of the submissive.

I believe that first and foremost comes my sub's gratification. Key word here being 'gratification,' not necessarily pleasure. However, most of the things I do has a 'pleasurable' element. Sometimes, needs are so strong, or the fantasies so extreme, they rely on me to be their check and balance through out the experience, for this I need their trust and they must have mine. I would never administer a mild or even playful spanking to an unwilling partner. My pleasure comes from their pleasure and enjoyment, if they are not getting off on what we are doing, well frankly, neither will I. Back to the Ying/Yang energies, coming from two very different angles to feed each other for one goal.

The very core of my Dominance is built upon and revolves around my sub having their needs met and in knowing they are satiated and fulfilled by the experience. I know some Dom/mes believe the sub should find gratification in receiving whatever treatment the Dom/mes may choose to deliver. Each their own, there are some subs out there who do find gratification in being treated with total disregard for their needs or tolerances, but that is not a style I find comfortable in, nor one in which I choose to play. That does not mean play wont be on the sadistic side, just that there is always an underlying current of care, nurturing, pushing and development.

I enjoy the mix of sensual and sadistic in my style of Domination, it works for me, and for my subs That if of course the key to it, finding a style that works for you. We are all different, there is not wrong or right style here, just the one that works for you. Find where you are comfortable and enjoy it, and you will find your style will change with time, just as a subs limits and boundaries do.

The wonderful cycle and growth that is BDSM.

Dreamy Contemplation.

I was listening to day to Ronan Keatings - Life is a roller coaster.

It got me thinking about life. It really is like a roller coaster, and we do just have to hang on and ride it don't we? If you look back you will see the lows, the slow gradual climb back up, and those head spinning times when life's is rushing by in an exciting thrilling head over heals pace, until it settles back down.. coasting again until the next high, low, or corkscrew dizziness.

It also made me think of life, and how it shapes us. It is true as one door closes, another opens, just don't spend to much time looking at the closed door to miss the open one. It is also true we don't realise what we have until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

Of course each part of the ride teaches us, mould and shapes us, so even when it a real low, its am important time for ones personal growth and development. I for one would not change on single thing in my past, because in changing that, I would change who and where I am today. Never live in the past but always learn from it, and move on a better person.

The secret to happiness is not in doing what one likes to do, but in liking what one has to do, not having what one wants, but wanting what one has. 'Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.' - Storm Jameson

Yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but the today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe. Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were. Failure is only the opportunity to begin again, this time more wisely. Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centred. - Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. - Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. - Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. - Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. - Be honest and frank anyway.
The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind. - Think big anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. - Build anyway.
People really need help but may attack if you help them. - Help people anyway.
Give the world the best you have and you might get kicked in the teeth. - Give the world the best you've got anyway.

And do it all knowing that you have done the best you can, and learnt and grown each step of the way!

I believe you can tell more about a person by what they says about others than you can by what others say about them.

As put so wonderfully by Roma Downey in the lyrics of Loving :-

To be in love, however briefly is to be truly, wonderfully alive.
Never to have loved is to leave the map of your soul uncharted, unexplored.
But be aware, before embarking on your heart’s voyage of discovery,
That there will be stormy seas, and troubled waters before you reach the island paradise of your dreams.
You cannot know the ecstasies of loving without having suffered its agonies.
And only when you have waited, cold and lonely, through the hours of night
Will you truly savour the morning sun, Feeling its warmth caress your body,
And before you fly like an eagle high and free in the endless blue sky
You must know what it is to be helpless, hopeless, lost and grounded.
But oh! be not afraid of love Be ready, be always ready
And when the spirit of true love comes to you
Embrace him, embrace him unashamedly.
Let him possess you, body and soul And he will take you places
You have never even imagined and you will feel,
In every fibre of your being, as you have never, ever felt before.Allow yourself to be happy and acknowledge that you are.
Cherish each and every moment, for they will never come again.
Time rushes by for lovers,
And the simple gesture of today is the treasured memory of tomorrow.
Give and receive freely, remember that you are blessed to be loved
But doubly blessed when you love in return.

How indeed can we realise full happiness with having shared sorrow, and maybe a sprinkling of regret in there too.

So...

Make sure you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.

Happiness lives for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

Humiliation

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Wants and Needs... Dreams view ;)

I believe a need is something required for subs to remain mentally and physically healthy and allow them to grow spiritually and emotionally. There are physical needs, water, food, air, to name three of them.

There are also emotional needs. According to 'Human Givens', these include: security, attention (to give and receive it), a sense of autonomy and control, being emotionally connected to others, being part of a wider community, friendship and intimacy, a sense of status within social groupings, a sense of competence and achievement.

When too many of these physical and emotional needs are not met, for whatever reason, unwittingly or otherwise, Dom/me or sub, we suffer considerable distress. And so do those around us!

I believe a submissive needs clear direction, firm goals, consistent rules, unambiguous orders. It takes a Dom/me with great presence of mind, intelligence, self-control, and self-understanding to provide that kind of environment.

Needs are the things necessary to survive one day to the next. Wants are those extra things an individual wants, both material and emotional.

In a D/s relationship, the Dom/me should determine which are which and ensure that all needs are filled. The Dom/me will choose which of the subs wants should be fulfilled based on knowledge of the sub and their plans for the sub's future. Of course, the Dom/me should also realize that some of the subs wants need to be fulfilled, too, to keep the sub happy. A happy sub is one that will serve you best. However, the sub must always realize that the Dom/me is acting in the subs best interests and for the subs welfare.

Needs should always be respected, and wants are left entirely to the Dom/me prerogative, simply put: Needs are essential. Wants are negotiable.

D/s is a discipline which is learned through a real need, initiated by a want, and adhered to by both submissive and Dom/me.

I once heard it put this way, and its something I believe. 'In a structured D/s relationship, there is a hierarchy of priorities: 1. The Dom/mes and subs needs, 2. The Dom/mes wants, 3. The subs wants.

I tend to see things in circular energy patterns, there is Yin/Yang connection between wants and needs, they have a different flavour of motivation but are intimately connected at an energy level, they feed each other, wants become needs, needs become wants and so it goes on.

The delicious cycle that is D/s

I believe there is an initial want in actual D/s, that being the need and want to submit, and later, if one is actually committed to an actual D/s relationship, the need to obey one's Dom/me. The "want" leads to the obedience, and therefore the surrender of power, and therefore, obedience and pleasing the Dom/me being the chief wants and the only "wants" they need to satisfy under a strict D/s relationship.


As I see it, a sub needs to feel safe, needs to know they are accepted for all that they are, needs to define their limits and have them respected, needs the Dom/me to be constant, to guide, teach, correct when needed so that they can learn from mistakes, to be able to express themselves, to have goals, to be nurtured, they need approval and reassurance, and to know they have pleased.

When they have found someone to fulfil the needs they will want to serve because someone paid attention to them, got to know them, played with them, pushed them and used them and they will serve the Dom/me with an openness and desire that becomes a want they need filled.

What are your needs and wants, do you know?


Dream`

'Escape With Me' - a poem by Dream

I enjoy writing, here is a little something of mine :)

I will be posting more of my work in time

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Escape With me,
Slip off all your clothes,
Relax and let the naked truth out.
Don't hold back, reach out
Touch my body, feel my soft, supple breasts,
Taste the milky sweetness of my nipples.

Kiss it…
Touch it…
Lick it...

Play with my emotions
Tease my senses,
Explore and excite my mind,
As you slip your fingers between my wet, blushing lips.

Feel it...
Taste it...
Make love to it....

Slide your erect soul
In and out, in and out of my mind.
Faster and yet slower
As my back arches, my eyes close
Our breathing grows rapid and uneven.

Touch Me ...
Feel Me ...
Excite Me …

Blood pounds, temperatures rise,
Glistening perspiration caresses your back where my fingers grip
And you hear the moans of ecstasy
Whispering loudly in your ear.

Join Me …
Hear Me…
Escape with Me …

I'm nibbling, sweet nothings in your ear
And you reach your final thought
Our hearts race,
And yet, remain so calm.

Lie down ...
Relax ...
Close your eyes ...

We've joined together,
We've entered each others lives,
Opened and explored our minds,
And exposed the naked truth in both of us.

Roses, submission and collars

Where do I start, lets start with roses, red roses are the symbol of love, but I much prefer a different colour rose, I prefer white roses. They are a symbol of submission to me.

Why?

Let me explain.

I liken the journey of submission to the life of a rose. A rose starts life as a tight protective fragile bud. As a rose grows in strength it is supported, nurtured, fed by a strong, sturdy stem, and as it grows its petals slowly open and unfurl. Yet even in full bloom, they need the help of that sturdy stem to keep them at their best for the world. Together the rose and its stem are strong, yet alone the rose would be fragile, and the stem would be worthless.

A submissives journey starts with the sub closed and ready for the nurturing and guidance, and over time as that is given, the sub blossoms. Each step opening like the rose does, until its in full glorious bloom, held proud by the Dominants support.
Without the rose, the stem has no role, without the stem, the rose would not grow and bloom.

So the cycle of Domme and sub is formed, one needs the other to make the perfect partnership. The Ying/Yang energy flow of BDSM.

It was interesting ordering a single white rose for fade on our first anniversary; after all single roses are usually red ;) One given for each year we are together, a symbol of growth.

Yes, I am a romantic. I believe all relationships need some romance as a balance to survive. I enjoy the soft, romantic times just as much as the intense moments all relationships have.

Most of all, I enjoy watching a submissive grow, gaining confidence in their abilities, knowing that I have helped them along the way to being a whole, complete person who accepts their submission, and embraces it.

I was asked what a collar meant to me.

As a Domme, a collar singles a lifetime commitment to the sub, a sign of love and ownership. For me it represents a commitment to love, care for, to guide and nurture.

It means that I love them, that I accept them for who and what they are, yet want to help them become a more fulfilled person. Its shows I am proud to own them for them, and to show the world they are worth something. It means I will give them comfort and support whenever its needed, even though they have a strength of their own. My role is to make them feel sheltered and secure, yet free to grow and develop as their own person, as well as with me.

And in return, it means they love me for who I am, and what I strive to be. Relationships are never easy, it takes work from all parties to achieve happiness.
For me, its a serious real life commitment, much like marriage, one which I would not give up easily.

The healthy submissive

I came across this many moons ago, I am sorry I don't remember who wrote it so I can't give them credit, however, I think there is a lot of truth in it, so I have posted it here.

The healthy submissive is capable of, and thrives on, intense, intimate, emotionally open relationships. This is often evident in the number of nourishing, sustaining, and life affirming friendships they makes over the years.
The healthy submissive is a giver. They often needs help to ration themselves because their impulses nearly always lead them to want to do good for others.
The healthy submissive is capable of intense joy, especially in the context of a sustaining relationship.
The healthy submissive finds significant relaxation when properly related. They are at ease in that place.
The healthy submissive has finely tuned interpersonal sensitivity. They are reactive to subtle shifts in the emotional tone of others.
The healthy submissive has a fluidity of self, a flexibility that enables them to adapt to changing circumstances.
The healthy submissive is playful.
The healthy submissive has no more than the usual cultural conflicts about their body, and its goodness and beauty.
The healthy submissive takes pride in their accomplishments.
The healthy submissive accepts themselves as they are, knowing that while their culture values independence and self sufficiency, they have strong dependency needs and that there is no inherent "wrongness" about those needs.
The healthy submissive seeks nourishing relationships.
The healthy submissive, in accepting themselves "as is" and is tolerant of others. But neither will they allow anyone to tell them what their truth should be.
The healthy submissive has a reasonable self concept, aware of their difficulties as well as their strengths.
The healthy submissive hungers to be the object of an intense and penetrating understanding. When their nature is understood and they are held in a loving and firm frame, their devotion is almost limitless.
The healthy submissive has an enormous capacity for devotion, from which springs their service.