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As Le Frai De Demon coasts the ocean waves, Vincent and Julian continue their love affair. Upon arriving at Hellion to trade wares, Julian takes Vincent to a special place where the crack of a whip brings them both pleasure. However, their private time is interrupted when a crew member brings news of a rogue trader causing trouble. The men return to the ship intent on leaving Hellion as soon as possible, but a tragedy is in their midst.
Once at sea again, Le Frai De Demon battles through a storm, but will all the crew survive?
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Excerpt:
Land came into view shrouded by a heat-fuzzy horizon, its looming shadow a blessed relief for Vincent. Sea life pleased him now, though the promise of standing on dry land pleased him more. At the prow, he stared up at the billowing sails. The wind had picked up earlier, and their arrival at the port would come quicker. His black hair jostled about his face, and a hand came from behind and tucked the strands into the rag strip from which they had come loose.
Vincent smiled. “Everyone is busy, then.”
Julian’s torso pressed against his back, and a light kiss landed on his nape.
“Yes. They are looking forward to unloading and spending time ashore, doing what they do in the twenty-four hours of freedom. First stop usually the whorehouse.”
“What is this place called?”
“I only know it as Hellion, my own term. It is hot, the people look upon on us with curiosity, sometimes suspicion, and the man I trade with drives a hard bargain. He makes me uneasy, rules the town, but trade is trade, and he is the only one I can do business with there. I swap cloth for coffee, and in the next place I swap coffee for coin. We then sail home. It is a shorter trip than my last. I did not think you would enjoy two years at sea for your first time.”
Vincent rested his head on Julian’s shoulder. “What will we do in this Hellion?”
His lover’s low laugh rumbled through him.
“There is a place, one I hope you will like. It is secluded, and we can spend some time there—and there is more on offer than the clothing and food in the market.”
“Interesting. Such as?”
Hands roamed his stomach, and Vincent’s smiled widened.
“You will see. Whether or not you agree to participate is another matter.”
Frowning, Vincent asked, “Does it involve sharing you?”
“It could.”
Fingertips snaked inside Vincent’s breeches.
“But—”
“Wait and see before you decide. It is not what you are imagining.”
She’ll be here in 30 minutes, the Grandma P. We have a good relationship, my daughter’s father’s mother and I. It’s all the other people in our lives who fuck us up. They are always putting us in awkward positions. She and I have similar perfectly fucked up backgrounds and are as a result perfectly insane and so perfectly capable of functioning in the tight little space we have carved out in which to negotiate our friendship and play with the kidlet. Seriously, the only tension comes from outside forces, which is to say the many individuals, predominantly men, in our lives who we have striven to please and be taken care of by and who instead have hurt, bullied, or disenchanted us both. If I was going to start a Utopian women-only cult, I would hella take P with me right out of the gate. Look at that, I found a positive in today’s agonizing piecework of weaving together some kind of central rope to pull myself out of my bullshit mental problems:
(”Rope play at supper club” by PreciousLittle, on deviantart.)
Grandma P brings out a side of me that is very empathetic to women and can admit that men are as capable of being flawed as a sex as that Other Gender I’m always bashing away at despite being among its ranks. Thanks, Grandma P!
I guess I will not be needing this after all.
Este video podria parecer tan ñoño y fuera de lugar,una Domina tan dulce?…no es compatible? claro que si,quien se imagina a una domina todo el dia enfurruñada haciendo de las suyas,no seria real y menos cuando tenemos una relacion mas diaria y cotidiana.
Los juegos hay que dejarlos para esos momentos que ambos buscan,el resto del tiempo somos vanilla o como quieran llamarlo,jajajaja,no me gustan las etiquetas para nada,ni las cosas que se suponen,solo creo en el dia a dia y en lo que cada uno construye y aporta…creo que en una relacion sea del tipo que sea lo mas importante es la comunicacion y ese deseo de amar y ser poseido por ambas partes.
Domina por momentos,en otros momentos mujer solo…
Esta tarde ha sido muy especial porque he visto tu mirada,tus deseos y esa entrega que tu sabes dar y en la que aportas todo,sodomizarte ha sido un relampago que ha cruzado mi sangre y ha echo que mi yo interior explotase.
Me gustaba mirarte desnudo,con los ojos cerrados,tranquilo,mientras te poseia
So I texted Jason the other night and he thrilled me by replying, “Hanging out at my place with friends, come by if you want.”
I was so nervous when I walked through his door, seeing three young guys with Jason, enjoying some beverages. He patted the couch next to me and said, “Come sit down, Cassie.” I sat next to him and he casually put his arm around me. “These are my buddies, Alan, Brandon, and Caleb. I’ve been telling them how amazing you are.”
I blushed and said hello to the boys, all young and attractive of course. Jason surprised me by grabbing my hair and pulling my lips to his. His erection, as always, was unmistakable and my pussy responded in kind, despite the audience. There was some coughing and chuckling in the room from the other men. Jason’s hand unabashedly clutched my breast, squeezing hard until I moaned in pain, forgetting anything except my desire to please him.
He pulled my head back by my hair again and this time threw me to the ground. Startled, I cried out as his bare foot came down gently on my face. “You like that don’t you?” A stifled cry escaped my throat and he said, “Speak up. Do you need me to hurt you? Even though my friends are here?”
“Yes, Sir, if it pleases you,” I said, regaining my senses a bit.
Removing his foot from my face he ordered me to my feet. “Take off your clothes.” I looked only into his eyes as I obeyed. I felt his friends moving closer to me and began to tremble. “You’re my object, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then I can use you as I see fit. And I would like to share you with my friends, just like I share my apartment, my books, or my food.”
“Yes, Sir,” I gulped, trying not to smile, still feeling a bit self-conscious being naked in front of these strangers.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
I complied, feeling the adrenaline already coursing through me from this unexpected situation. Jason left the room and his friends circled around me. When he returned he dropped a handful of condoms in front of me. “I don’t think we’ll be needing the ropes today,” he said. “You are going to be completely cooperative.”
My breathing quickened but I didn’t reply. He pulled my head up to meet his eyes again and my body relaxed automatically. He moved around behind me and began to spank, his friends still making comments that I couldn’t really make out. They took turns, each with a different stroke. Jason came around and put his hand on my neck, squeezing slightly while Caleb continued the spanking. “Look at her pussy, you can tell how wet it’s getting already,” Jason said.
Alan’s hand shot between my legs and I moaned and squirmed as he nonchalantly stroked my clit. “Very nice,” he murmered, removing his hand and smelling it.
“Who wants to be the first to try my slut’s mouth?” Jason asked, his hand still on my neck. “You can’t wait, can you, Cassie?”
“If it pleases you, Sir,” I said.
“Oh geez, Jason, you are a lucky man,” Brandon said. “I will definitely try that slut’s mouth.” Jason pulled me up to meet Brandon’s cock, it was thick and shorter than Jason’s with lots of hair around the balls.
Jason forcefully pulled my hands behind my back and Brandon grabbed my head. “Go ahead and lick it,” Jason said, his voice kept me steady. My tongue flicked out and Brandon moaned. “Isn’t that stud nice?”
“Oh yeah, it feels amazing.” I knew Brandon meant it because I could already taste the pre-come on my tongue. He pressed his cock into my mouth and I sucked hard. Part of me wanted to see how quickly I could make him come so I could move on to the next one.
Meanwhile I felt Alan’s hands begin to explore my breasts. “Pinch them, twist them, she really likes that,” Jason said. Alan complied and I squeaked, my pussy contracting. I could feel Jason’s cock pushing on my neck from behind, and Alan and Caleb stood on either side of me with their cocks in their hands. Any inhibitions I may have had faded away as I enjoyed being responsible for the desire of four men. None of them could compare to Jason’s gorgeous manhood but all of the lust in the room made me crazy. I never felt so much like an object…and never dreamed I would enjoy it so much.
The blindfold’s darkness is total. The handcuffs’ chain scrapes against the bed’s iron frame, the bracelets cold against her slender wrists.
The bed creaks as he kneels down between her trembling thighs. His steady palms glide up her legs, past her stocking tops. The touch of his flesh against hers electrifies her.
She smells his maleness, hears his excitement, senses his ravenous eyes devouring her near-nakedness.
His powerful hand settles over the front of her meagre panties. He grips the waistband and pulls, the fabric tearing like tissue paper.
“You’re mine now,” he says roughly.
It’s true.
She shivers deliciously.
I have really been stressing about Master’s reaction to my last couple posts. I wavered about whether or not I should post about other men on “our” blog, but I felt strongly that those events were enhanced, or even inspired, by the experiences I had with Jason. We talked once about polyamory, he was intrigued by the idea, so my hope is he understands that I am no less his when I do these things. In fact, I was thinking about him the whole time, LOL!
I, myself, though I have yet to keep my jealous feelings completely in check, have a very strong voyeuristic streak that helps me out in that department. Doug listed off all the women he’s been fooling around with lately and I can’t stop thinking about what he does with them. I started fantasizing about him telling me exactly what he does with them, how their bodies are shaped, what their faces look like when they squirt, whether or not they like to be gagged.
I’m sure Master has other women too and sometimes I think the same thing as well. What sweet torture it would be for him to say, “Jennifer really liked this when I did it to her.” But my jealousy with him is all about time, though I have no care for what he does day to day, I do wish he had more time for me.
If Neil ever gets a girlfriend I hope he’ll share with me all the details as well. He worries that he might like someone else better than me but I look forward to the things he’ll learn from someone new.
Mistress is going out of town with another woman this weekend and I told her if things get wild she needed to tell me everything! She obviously shares my voyeuristic streak because she loves to read this and hear all about my escapades. Every now and then I wonder if I do something just so I can tell her about it later. She and I talk about how much fun it would be to be in a situation where we can watch other people fooling around…though I’m beginning to wonder if those situations actually exist. The first time she gave me a very sound spanking we had an audience, she said it helped her perform better. I certainly enjoyed knowing someone else was getting off on my punishment.
Today I’m sharing a tidbit from Mistletoe Studs. With the holidays just around the corner (ack!) I’m not a winter person, though I live in the northeast, this story will warm you up on a cold winter’s night!
Blurb:Meg Trainor has one wish for Christmas every year: Two men who will fulfill all her fantasies.
She’d even bought a few toys to experiment with. Like the ping pong paddle she’d purchased when she was curious to know what it felt like to be spanked. It wasn’t something she did regularly but when she was in the mood for a good orgasm she’d slap her cheeks a few times before using her favorite vibrator. She never had dated a man who was actually part of that world.
So many wonderful subs have inquired on what type of gifts to get such A Glorious Goddess as Unique, so here is your quick adviser! This list in no way implies that Unique Goddess expects anyone to give Her gifts. It is simply a general guideline to assist those wishing to show gratitude to The Goddess in this manner. Each Goddess has Her own preferences in what She likes and The Goddess feels it’s best She states those preferences up front; this is not to say gifts should be limited solely to what’s on this list, as The Goddess loves surprises, creativity and originality.
Electrodes & accessories for violet wand – The Goddess has the basics – mushroom, rake, grounding plate, but would love to add more deviousness to Her collection. Realize the violet wand is one of The Goddess’ most favorite toys, so this is a good way to brighten Her day. She could use an Edison adaptor, as well as various electrodes. She has Her eye on a particular “donut-shaped” electrode to add to Her collection.
Candles and incense – natural scents; Her favorites are patchouli and sandalwood, but She also loves other aromas such as jasmine, vanilla, frankincense, myrrh, cinnamon, nagchampa, etc. She also makes regularly use of white sage and mountain sage for smudging.
Essential oils – The Goddess loves a variety for many purposes, so there’s really no going wrong here. If the aroma is not appropriate, The Goddess’ can always use it for magickal, medicinal, or even household use. The most common oils used by The Goddess would be patchouli, vetivert, cedarwood, ginger, sandalwood, jasmine, lavendar, camphor, orange and geranium. Ensure that it is indeed essential oil and not a synthetic, otherwise it’s a wasted effort on your part.
Lingerie and fetish gear – The Goddess does not care for pastels and has a fondness for purple, black, blue, fishnet, pvc, latex, stockings, garter belts, corsets, gloves, body stockings, cinchers, etc.
Small in size, The Goddess fits small clothing. Her measurements are as follows:
5’4, 100lbs
34c-24-33
Shoe size 5 ½
Boot size 6
Jewelry – The Goddess has a preference for sterling silver; Her stone is amethyst, although She loves many other stones, including hematite, tigers eye, and onyx.
Speaking of stones – The Goddess loves gemstones of all types. Each has its own value and can be of use to The Goddess, so there’s definitely no going wrong here. Simply go with your own energy in choosing, what feels right to you, that’s what The Goddess wants!
Flowers – The Goddess loves flowers of all type, but enjoys most the wonderful aroma of roses. She loves various vibrant colors, as they brighten up a room, however shy away from pastels, bleh!
Gifts from the garden – Unique enjoys many herbs for various uses. From sweet basil to rosemary, The Goddess will take delight in many gifts from the garden!
Toys of all types! – From electrical gadgets to strap on harnesses and dildos, The Goddess loves toys and enjoys finding creative uses for them. She loves vintage vibrators, hitachi wands, remote control toys, chastity devices, various enema tips, e-stim kit, electric humbler, and more! The wonderful part about this is toys come in any price range, from a small vibrating bullet to an elaborate leather body bag, so the choosing can fit any budget.
Fashionable sun protection – help protect The Goddess’ beautiful fair complexion! The Goddess loves parasols, fans, wide-brimmed sun hats, sunglasses, gloves and other various fashionable items for sun protection. Keep in mind the aforementioned regarding colors The Goddess prefers. What a great way to show appreciation, by giving protection!
Bondage furniture – perfect for the handyman who wants to show off his skills and please The Goddess simultaneously! The Goddess loves bondage furniture and equipment, such as spanking benches, racks, and more. She could also use various items such as a rack for proper storage of Her boots and such. She has many plans drawn up and many more in the works. Those subbies willing to embark on such an adventure are encouraged to consult with The Goddess to further assess Her needs. What boi wouldn’t love knowing how much delight has been brought to The Goddess from Her spanking so many dirty sluts on the bench he made for Her?!
More may be added at a later time, but this should give plenty enough ideas for you faithful little sluts to work with. Now, hurry up and please This Goddess!!!!
Whilst the first rainy days after the summer are anounced by big dark-grey clouds, (yesterday I still spent a day at the beach),
I want to update my dear followers on the progress on My BDSMcastle in Barcelona, Spain.
The (vanilla)interior of 2 of the floors of My mansion are being done. I took great care in not breaking the style of the building with the furniture. I want it stylish and classy so there the male-servants still FEEL My superiority even though we might be outside of the Dungeon.
Oh, how I like to do extended plays!!! My castle is a BDSMdream come true for every Mistress, Domina or Top!
Main livingroom on the first floor
One level higher the workers are still busy in My future Playroom (could I call it: Dungeon, even though it is on a top-floor??? I will have to check the dictionary about that…)
These photos are taken some time ago, but I wouldn’t want to withheld every pace of the project.
Here they are seen working on what in Spain is called a Potro. I have been searching on many pages about torture, BDSM, medieval tools etc, but I cannot come up with any other word then: stocks.
By now this unmissable piece of furniture is, apart from the leather upholstery ready, coated a beautiful black shiny varnish and the foam is also already pinned down. So now I have to wait until My provider brings me the right leather.
but_malfoy – Harry/Draco Fanfic Forum
Alive but not super active livejournal forum for all things harry/draco. The kink index is particularly great (see below), but the site also tags by author, title, timeline, location, rating, and the year the fic was written. Good place to ask for fic recs or try to find a fic.
but_malfoy – Kink Index
This is the kink index for the but_malfoy livejournal community. It hasn’t been updated since 2007, but it contains a fairly large and inclusive listing of stories divided by the various genre kinks. The kinks are very detailed and range from alcohol to yoghurt.
I stumbled across a copy of fucked up porn director and starlet Kimberly Kane’s flick, Live in My Secrets. Kane has worked extensively with Alt porn demigod Jack the zipper and it would seem that she has learned a thing or two. The indy alt art porn might not be for everyone looking to rub one out, but it’s gaining speed. Intense sexuality, mixed with artistic, creative vision has been missing from smut. Just because it’s dirty, doesn’t mean it can’t be pretty. Kane knows that.
Kimberly’s site
Ask and ye shall receive…I wanted to be pushed further and yesterday Master pushed me farther than I ever imagined I could go. Interestingly, I stumbled across this video on a fetish website last week in which a woman joyously submits herself to an incredibly violent throat fucking. My arousal at watching it as well as the appreciation expressed on the site really allowed me to free myself from any worries about being gross or getting pushed to far.
I was disappointed when Jason revealed that we only had about half an hour to play…I had been expecting a couple hours and had high hopes to be properly tied, flogged, and fucked. But of course the possibility of being interrupted also came with its own new pleasures. He sat down on the couch and ordered me to my knees. “You can’t wait to feel my cock in your throat, can you?” he said as I ran my finally healed tongue ring across his neck and around his ear.
He stood up and I instinctively put my arms behind my back. When he presented his cock to me I waited for his instruction, kissing it gently but he had no patience for foreplay today. He grabbed my head and forced it into my mouth. I ran the stud around the head and along the veins just as he had instructed in his assignment. My hands flew apart and he said, “I’m not going to tie you because I’m not sure how long we have but I want you to keep your hands behind your back. They should be touching each other at all times.”
I liked this new assignment, though it required a lot more concentration than I had to use before, freed by my bonds. The first time his dick hit the back of my throat I felt so thankful that I could please him in this way again. I tried hard to concentrate on moving my tongue around whenever I wasn’t gagging, but he was relentless. Over and over again I gagged. Deeper and deeper he pushed. Despite the tears I kept my eyes open, wanting him to see in them the fear, the joy, and the trust. I couldn’t see his face as he loomed over me but he was obviously watching my hands. The first time they escaped from behind my back he reached into my shirt and pinched my nipple hard.
He gave me time to breathe but just barely. When he pulled back the saliva poured copiously out of my mouth as he expressed appreciation. He told me how much my suffering pleasured him, how good it felt when my throat closed on his cock. And though I started wondering what the safeword was, his encouragement and my desire to please him kept me steady, even as my body protested and the fear rose inside me. In fact, I was honored to be allowed to endure this for his pleasure.
As my body protested, however, my hands would not obey. They flew up and nearly pushed him away as I somehow worked his cock out of my mouth for a moment. “Sorry,” I stuttered, racing my hands back to their place and opening my mouth to receive him again. Plunging it back inside he smacked my face hard.
I whimpered and sobbed a little bit but I hoped he understood that I was strong, strong enough to pleasure him fully without giving up. I know in my mind that that it is foolish to play without a safeword, but I can’t believe that I would ever bring myself to utter it anyway. For better or worse, I trust that he can tell exactly when I can’t take any more.
He told me he was coming and I waited as he froze. It seemed like the moment lasted forever as he crested the peak of his orgasm until I felt the spasms against my tongue. I moved it around, hoping the stud would enhance it somehow. When the last of the juice was in my mouth I continued to flick at it until he pulled it out and put his pants back on.
As I tuned back in to reality I found huge wet spots on my pants and shirt from where I’d let the saliva and whatever else poured out of me run down. He told me the tongue stud was very nice and I was relieved that I had endured that pain and the waiting for good cause. In fact he had fucked it right out, though I didn’t realize till a few minutes later, the ball had come unscrewed!
There are times when feelings, energy and reality clash. This is one of those times.
I have to admit my dominant energy feelings have a lot of flow. Really it sort of follows my menstrual cycle with a vengeance. The boy is well aware of this flow. He thinks it interesting though not easy. Other things that have to do with it are stress and other indicators that happen in life. I also think this feeling of flow can be recognised by most dominants and submissives. Most people would not be top crazy heavy handed dominant full time, nor would a submissive.
At present I am feeling dominant inside I want to do certain stuff with and to the boy. However I am not in a position to carry out my thoughts. So I am surfing other blogs. Both from dominant ladies and submissive males. Surfing for ideas, surfing out of boredom and surfing for recognition. Yet despite my dominant flow feeling, when I get home I am utterly tired. This is not surprising as at the same time I am an insanely busy at work – As mentioned in my previous post I have a business trip coming up. it is an important one and it takes a lot of time and effort to arrange all. Secondly we are remodeling part of the house, or have people do this. This too is taking a lot of energy, as I am the main contact point and thus in essence the project leader. Picking up on schedules that are starting drifting between subcontractors, making decisions on the fly. Where possible the boy is involved in these decisions- it is his house too and in that area we are equals.
So all energy I have left into D/s and BDSM I should be able to focus on the boy – Except that I am totally not! The boy is on a temporary heavy workschedule and hardly gets home before 11pm and is off to work before 8am. Just enough time to catch up and talk through things concerning our house project. Not even enough time to mention things like kink and play. Big bummer
Now this situation is temporary of course, only a few weeks, but it is annoying. Here I am with all these kinky energy and thoughts and all I can do is structure that energy and focus it towards the things that I need to do, instead of want to do. But I am feeling out of sync with my flow. But once all this is done we have the house wonderful and again time for each other. Just a few more weeks swimming against the tide.
“Oh she needs a good spanking for sure. Can you tie her hands in front of her now?”
“I’ll let you do it,” He said, starting to remove the ropes from my arms. He patiently talked Her through the process until my hands were bound in front of me, each wrist wrapped several times and tied in the middle. “On your hands and knees.”
“That’s a good little slut,” She said and patted me on the head. I met eyes with Her and then She moved to stand behind me with Jason. “Doesn’t she have a great ass?”
“Oh yes, I agree with you there,” He replied. “But it looks so much better when it’s all red.”
“Let’s see what we can do about that,” She said, giving it a playful but painless smack.
“Do you want to use the flogger?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Well I’ll go get it just in case.” He went to get it and tickled me across the back with it before setting it between my teeth. Honestly I was a little scared, my girlfriend/Mistress and I had been together for over a year. There was no reason for me to distrust Her. She and I hadn’t played too much with pain but She had already shown a clear ability for putting the hurt on. Now in this intense situation, with an aroused audience, I knew that I was in for quite a wallop. My arms shook and I had trouble catching my breath holding the flogger tightly between my teeth. I was there only to please Them and that was exactly what I intended to do.
“One, two, three,” He counted and his hand smacked my ass. She followed suit on the other cheek. I started loosing all sensory perception besides the sting of their smacks but I could vaguely hear their amused conversation, comparing the pink hand prints on my back side. I moaned and whimpered, the sound muffled by the handle of the flogger in my mouth, which was growing heavier by the moment. My pussy pulsated, begging to be released and filled. Just as I felt my mind slipping away, Jason grabbed my hair almost as if he sensed it, and pulled hard. “Do you like that?” My neck was jerked back uncomfortably and my eyes couldn’t help but meet his. Even as the tears stood in them he could read the resounding answer, “YES.”
She walked around and tilted my chin up, smiling lovingly. I whimpered, begging with my eyes to have the heavy flogger removed from my teeth. She complied, handing it to Jason. “I think I’d like to use her mouth for something better.” He chuckled and took the flogger from her.
She proceeded to present me with her pussy. I could tell from the sweet aroma that she was already very wet. The way my hands were tied, and I was holding myself up, I really had very little control over where my head went. She grabbed me my my hair and pushed my face it into her as I heard Jason behind me snapping the flogger. I thought I might cry, I was so overwhelmed and overstimulated. But I could barely breathe the way Mistress pushed my face hard into her pussy and my tongue stud tickled her clit in just the right spot. I rode the wave when she came, writhing and thrashing as she does, so intense that Master dropped what he was doing just to watch. I escaped injury but was excited to catch a full breath when she released my head.
“Here, I have an idea,” he said. He pulled my hands behind my head. I glanced over to notice that he was already hard again and my pussy ached to feel him inside me. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He asked. I nodded. “Say it out loud,” He said, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look in his eyes.
“Yes, Sir, I want you to fuck me, please.”
“Well I think it’s time for me to try your tight little ass, would you like that?”
I hesitated for a moment. I like anal sex but don’t particularly like having my ass torn to shreds. But I didn’t doubt Master’s patience and compassion so I whispered, “Yes, please.”
With my face again buried in Mistress’s pussy, I felt Him putting lube all over himself and me. His finger on my ass was amazingly intense. Patiently he pushed at it with his cock and I tried my best to breathe deeply. He pushed until he felt resistance then paused…yes he knew what he was doing. I felt myself relax and he pushed in bit by bit until he filled me up, groaning, “Oh it’s so tight.” I wiggled a bit to let him know I was ready. I have a sweet spot deep in there and his long cock had no trouble reaching it. With only a few slow thrusts I was thrown in to an out of control orgasm. My ass squeezed his cock deliciously with each contraction of ecstasy.
“Please fuck it hard!” I cried out before going back to work on Mistress’s clit with my tongue. To be pleasing both of them at the same time was an exquisite gift. And to my great satisfaction, they both came together, their pleasure washing over me like ocean waves. We fell into a pile on the floor but Mistress wasn’t done with me yet.
“So, Jason, you’ve showed me a thing or two now it’s my turn to show you something,” She said. I looked at her and smiled, not sure what she had in mind but it was sure to be fun. She rolled me over onto my back and reached for my pussy, still soaking wet. “Have you ever seen a woman squirt?” She asked.
“I have read about it but I’ve never experienced it first hand.”
I trembled as she set to work, gradually working her fingers inside of me until her whole fist was in there and I writhed uncontrollably. She had learned to anticipate it was going to come and said, “Here she goes, check this out.” The warm fluid poured out of me and they both made impressed exclamations. But she didn’t stop until she made me come again and I feared I would never stop. Finally she pulled her hand out of me and said, “Do that to a woman and you will truly own her.” I laughed weakly, completely spent from the experience.
When I could move again I kissed both their feet and thanked them for the unforgettable experience.
This was recorded between part 1 and 2 of the challenge. There were three parts to the challenge with a recording after each part. I also recorded the challenge and will send it out to people who have asked for e-mail updates once all three commentary parts have been posted here. I won’t be posting the actual challenge here as it might violate some site content rules.
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Your Girl.
He straddled me and filled my hands with lube. I went to work right away, trying to remember what he liked while at the same time trying new things. My hips rose and fell as my pussy got wetter and wetter. “Sometime when we can be loud,” he said, “I want to flog your tits and fuck them.” I moaned and arched my back but what a scary thought…I don’t think I’d have much luck hiding the marks from that.
“This is great but you belong on your knees.” We left the bed and I thankfully fell to my knees, earnestly meeting eyes with him. After pouring more lube into my hands, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Working his cock I watched his face for any signs I was pleasing him. His eyes were barely open and the veins in his head were popping. Letting go of my head, he reached for my nipples, “I don’t want you to think about the pain,” he warned, “Only of pleasing me.” I nodded and moaned. His suggestion worked almost too well, despite his pinching I couldn’t feel a thing at first. I put my head on his stomach, trying to feel his breathing, sense how well I was pleasing him.
He gave me various instructions, fondle his balls, kiss it. “You can’t wait for the pain can you?” I squeaked quietly in response as his fingers tortured my nipples once again. This time I felt it exquisitely painful. His body stiffened a couple of times but I think he was holding back, languishing in the stolen moment with his toy. But I could barely wait to be covered in his come, to know that I had pleased him completely, to experience his orgasm as mine.
When his orgasm finally ripped through him, I was blind with joy. I sat back on my haunches and looked into his eyes as I rubbed it all over my chest and tits. All I could feel was blessed that he wanted to christen me so and leave his scent lingering on me.
We retreated to the bed, laying side by side. “OUR hearts are beating fast,” he said. I said nothing but put my head on his chest, to hear and feel his heart. He gently touched my wrist to feel my pulse.
I couldn’t stay long. I dressed myself and asked, “May I wash my hands, sir?” He acquiesced and when I came out of the bathroom he was doing headstands in the living room. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and sent me on my way.
Driving home I could think of nothing else but his incense all around me. I never mentioned to him how a man’s smell affects me…he has to smell just right for me to want to be with him in the first place. Then once he arouses me, just the smell of him can make me wet, send me right back to the moments of pleasure we shared. I arrived home to find my panties absolutely soaking wet and sadly washed the jizz off my chest. I hoped maybe my shirt held in some of the scent so I could be reminded in the morning of how he owns me.
There is a deep and abiding difference between being dominant over a woman and being disrespectful. Pushing the limit of what a woman is comfortable with by being insistent, demanding even is part of being a Dom. Completely disregarding firm limits set by the sub because you really don’t give a damn is quite another.
I have met many men over the past three months. I have found that they tend to fall into one of two categories. They are either truly Dominant men who understand the relationship between a Dom/sub OR they are not. Truly Dominant men understand that their sub is to be cherished. I think I read it best here (http://bound-in-consent.co.uk/subspace.asp)
I discovered that there are three very strong urges inside me, they vary in intensity, and the order in which they drive my actions…to be brief….> to have my mark on my sub, to show her , myself and the whole world that she belongs to me, and I to her…
> to use her, in a totally sexual way, she is my property and there for my pleasure.
> here is where we come back to subspace…..my need to love her, care for her…cradle the little girl inside her, in my arms, to protect her with my very life..
when she is in subspace, if I choose I can bring her back to me…and lead her back into subspace again….I can do anything I please to her….she has lost herself into my hands completely… I cherish this moment more than anything, it gives me something I have ever felt before….
……she and I have past through the noise…past through the moans, we have taken ourselves through her flesh, caressed her heart, danced in the misty swirls of her mind….and we have entered a quiet place…….
we have stood soul facing soul and we have embraced all that we are, in each others arms……
I will never forget the first time I led my sub by the hand into her subspace, I felt closer to another human being than I have ever felt in my life…and I could not love her more, even if I wanted to….
Men who fall into the other category do not understand this relationship. I am not saying there needs to be love here, but a deep and abiding respect for one another makes the Dom/sub experience so much better, deeper. If all my Dom is interested in is how many pictures I send him of my cunt, well then it is only a surface relationship, fun while it lasts, but nothing real, long term or beautiful. True Doms, real men for that matter, take the time to know their women, to cherish them and to bring out the best in them.
This blog is a repost from myspace blog dated December 14, 2008.
When Unique Goddess first stepped onto the scene, as with many, She went through several Doms before finding the right fit. Thanks to Her incredibly photographic memory, She remembers quite vividly the very first night meeting him. She was at a big party when the host, who knew of Her aspirations, said there was someone he would like for Her to meet. They traipsed downstairs to the dark dungeon area where he introduced Her to this seemingly quiet and reserved man. As this man proceeded to show Her his vast collection of violet wands and various electrodes, he spoke with clarity in a very soft comforting tone. The Goddess’ curiosity was immediately piqued and She couldn’t wait to learn more about this demure man and his apparent love of the violet wand.
He guided Her to a chair where She eagerly sat, clothed merely in garter belt, stockings and heels. Still fairly new to the scene, Her exposure to the violet wand had been limited to a brief encounter at The Crucible, where She was none too impressed. This night something seemed quite different, even magical. She felt like this was where She belonged. This gentle man skillfully worked his magic allover Her body, starting softly and slowly, gradually working Her up far beyond what She thought Her limits. She fell deeply into subspace, Her very first time, completely forgetting where She was and even possibly who or what She was. All She could focus on were the intense sensations She felt, while this man worked Her body as if he created it himself. She felt so deeply emotionally connected with him, almost as if They were one. Never in Her life had She felt so connected with anyone and here She just met this man half an hour ago! After what seemed like an ecstatic eternity in this life-changing experience, he requested exchange of contact information, to which The Goddess quickly agreed. He introduced Her to his beautiful young girlfriend, who sat with that recognizable sleepily satisfied look in her eye, yet appearing so sweet and innocent. Little did The Goddess know how important these two were to become in Her life.
They maintained contact and The Goddess began meeting the two of them at Bound for some hot exhibitionistic playtime fun. He would restrain Her, usually standing with arms overhead, each time doing something new and growing even more intense. She loved the thrill and excitement of being pushed and never knowing where Her limits truly were. Each time, She put all faith in his abilities and completely forgot Her surroundings. She was continuously pushed further and further, always falling deeply into subspace. Time seemed to be nonexistent; The Goddess has no clue how long They’d play and truly believes She would’ve gone all night, if really pushed.
Coming out of it Her whole body would tingle and She’d feel as if She were floating along. She’d happily prance around topless (pasties of course) with his super hot equally clad hedonistic girlfriend. She’s such a joy to play with, always bubbly and looking absolutely scrumptious. Of course, the night didn’t always end at the club, but what happens behind closed doors is just that. Let’s just say it was a highly electric experience. The Goddess would awake in the morning and those wonderful feelings of the night before would immediately come rushing back, as She glanced down at what looked like battle scars of war. She’d have such a big smile that would always carry over through the next several days with a constant awareness of Her new found love. There was no turning back now.
A little later down the road, after The Goddess had completely made the switch to Domme, a sweet lil subbie presented to Her a wand kit of Her very own . Although dying to play with it, She choked the horse and set it aside for close to a month. She desperately wanted to explore, but it had been a long time since She’d read precautions on use and She knew She needed more education. After thorough research and much self play ;D, She felt more comfortable and began using it in scene.
Today Unique Goddess still finds that the more She uses the wand, the more She loves it. It’s so exciting knowing exactly how the silly lil subbies feel and being able to use that to Her advantage. Recently, She has found Herself exploring even further with it. She’s yet again surprised Herself and by far surpassed what She thought to be Her limits. Although this time, She’s the one holding the wand and the feeling couldn’t be more perfect.
Thank you Dark Electric for guiding The Goddess to the perfect path. She will always love you and be ever so grateful for your nurturing guidance in this wonderful world of violet wands!!
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Sweetly Sadistic,
Unique Goddess
www.UniqueGoddess.com
Mistress and I were finally able to steal a few glorious minutes alone. Of course she wasted no time in pouring me into my corset. She pulled on the laces so hard I could barely hold my balance. Wearing the corset was as sensual as I imagined. It was uncomfortable, but not too painful. I couldn’t take a deep breath, I wondered how that would affect me when I got really excited. Mistress wanted me to wear the hose as well but I laughed because once I got the corset on, I couldn’t bend over to pull them on. She lovingly put them on for me, after we put on the tiny black G-string that went with, it was very sensual. I tore her clothes off and put my tongue stud to work on her nipples. Moaning, She said, “My toes are tingling.” I loved that it was pleasurable for her.
I fell on the bed and she knelt over me. I reached for her pussy…it didn’t take long to push her over the edge. I wished I could have seen us, she naked me in my corset and black hose. One of these days I’m going to get a mirror. She pushed me over onto my stomach and admired my ass peaking out from under the corset. I knew what she wanted and couldn’t wait to comply.
Her hand smacked my ass and I moaned. She never had a penchant for showing mercy. The sting almost immediately brought tears to my eyes. One cheek then the other, both her hands tortured my ass cheeks deliciously. I squirmed and humped the bed, arching my back. The sting was palpable and there were a couple moments when I felt like screaming stop but I needed it too much, needed to please her, needed to feel the pain. I was so wet and when she stopped spanking and began gently rubbing and kissing the red spots on my ass again I almost came. I have faith that it won’t be long until I am properly trained to come without direct stimulation.
She began smacking again and my left cheek in particular burned. My body was on fire from the endorphins coursing through me and the only sound I could hear was her breathing. I could tell she was excited and that made me happy. Her hand reached between my legs and I heard her approve…I was soaking wet. Her fingers worked my clit until I came, screaming so loud the neighbors could hear.
When She rolled off of me and onto her back she asked me if I liked that, “Oh yes,” I replied. Reaching my hand between her legs I said, “Oh, apparently you did too.” She was soaking wet as well. I massaged her clit and her hips rose to meet me. I loved feeling the wetness of her desire for me. As she came she cocked her hips so that my finger slid easily insider her and she moaned. I held still and let her body motion show me what she wanted. When the moment subsided I whispered, “Your pleasure has always been mine.”
It’s a wonderful thing, being a dominant woman. I am free to be myself and express myself as I choose, regardless of whatever social gender constructs may describe. If I wish to order my slut around and have him do the housework, or belt his arse red with the riding crop, then I can. No bother about whether I’m quiet or submissive, no concern over whether I should or should not speak up in mixed company. No hassles at all about letting men take the lead. They are, afterall, created to worship Mistress.
Female supremacy? Why the hell not?
My darling slut enjoyed his weekend. While I was working on an order of heavy leather floggers he was ordered to do dishes and clean up the yard. While at the sink he had taken his panties off, which became something of a novelty since being ordered around gave him a hard on and he was poking the cupboard doors whilst trying to stand next to the sink. I found this quite amusing. He has a gorgeous big cock and loves to walk around the house naked or in stated of partial undress so I can have easy access to bite, slap or spank him.
At one point he was on his hands and knees picking up leather off cuts and asked me when we were going to get some kinky fuck lawyers as house slaves to do this, and play with. I’m still fantasising about all that….
Mind you, despite the reputation law has for producing prize kinks, there are other professions which are almost as bad. Ministry for instance. How many ministers appear in church every weekend preaching about Jezebel or Mary Magdalen only to spend their time in the quiet hours reading about dominant women, Dominatrices or dreaming about having themselves tied up and fucked by a beautiful African woman with a 12″ strap on? Shame about all that “women must submit” crap, isn’t it? If only you’d been honest perhaps you might have talked your wife into tying you up and whipping your arse, instead of dreaming about it furtively and having to keep up appearances. Too bad for you.
Still, my household may take shape yet. As mentioned in my last post, I’ve set up my paypal account to accept donations from willing sluts who desire to honour Mistress with their devotion. The donate button isn’t working in it’s little box, so I’ll bung it in here and see what happens. The address for donations is MaitresseHecate@gmail.com
It took me a few moments, but I gathered my wits and walked to his SUV. Doc rolled his window down and the first wisps of his accent drifted through me.
“Would you like to come, sit with me, talk?”
A picture of the Darkness pressed against my mind and I was conflicted again, unsure of what it was that I wanted what it was I was truly looking for. He asked if I was ok. I was trembling and I couldn’t look at him, but I sat. We talked about benign things for a minute and he asked me if I’d gotten all of my errands done. I had, for the most part, but still needed to make a stop at the grocery store. He offered to drive. How very strange to do normal things with a man I was hoping would hurt me. It felt surreal.
I directed him to the store and in we went. Doc walked slightly behind and to the left of me. He was very careful not to touch me. I think he was afraid I would bolt. I could feel him watching the way I moved. I was incredibly self conscious as I gathered up the few things I needed and checked out. The entire time Doc trailed me, sending little shivers up my spine.
When we got back to the SUV, Doc asked if I wanted to retire somewhere with less traffic, a quieter place to really talk. I swallowed hard and nodded. It was the best I could do as I directed him to a little park, hidden from the road by a solid stand of trees. It was quiet there, secluded and dark as pitch. No moon graced the sky adding to the illusion of being somewhere completely removed from everything I knew.
“Was your husband very observant before you left the house?”
I knew Doc was asking if I had worn underwear. I slid my skirt slowly up my thighs baring everything. He didn’t say a word but I knew he was pleased. His breathing had quickened, become shallow. He cupped my face in his right hand and tipped my head back so I was forced to look at him. His sweet, good natured smile had been replaced by a predatory grin. I swooned at it, the animal need in his eyes.
“You asked me several nights ago if I promised to hurt you, to use you well for your pleasure and mine. Do you remember?”
I nodded weakly as he laid my seat back, his hand still cupping my face. He pushed my knees apart gently as his left hand skated up my thigh. I knew what he was going to do and I wasn’t sure who wanted it more, him or me. He was amazingly gentle at first, little touches across my clit. He slid one finger and then too deep inside me. I had a choice to make. Did I ride my nerves or did I let it go and ride the wave of pleasure building inside me? I relaxed into his hand and concentrated on the sensations.
“That’s my good girl.”
Doc let go of my face and pushed my shirt up around my neck. I squirmed for a better position and he slid home another finger and another, stretching me wider. I pushed against him, wanting more. He obliged pushing his hand deep in my throbbing pussy. I moaned, using my arms against the window to push my body against him. When he pinched my nipple I almost came undone. I begged for it, pleaded for him to ride me hard against his wrist and he did. I came once and he paused only momentarily. I had thought my orgasm had crested, but when he pushed his fist inside me once more, it didn’t subside. It was like a tsunami of pleasure as he stretched me wide and pounded me harder. I thought I would come apart and the first slap against my clit made me scream for him. I rode the feeling, nothing left in my head but the sensations of pain and pleasure, bringing me over and over until I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.
I lay limp against the seat the smell of sex all around me. I wanted so much to please Doc. I knew he was happy at my reactions to his touch, but I wanted to give him more. I enjoy giving head. The feeling of a man growing hard in my mouth thrills me. I love the different taste each man has and the power it gives me over his reactions.
I tucked my legs beneath me and leaned over Doc, rubbing him through his jeans. I am always leery the first time I am with a man. Whoever told you size doesn’t matter lied right to your face. It does matter and it is important, especially in a Dom/sub relationship. Doc was huge. When I unzipped his fly and pulled him free I literally gasped with pleasure at the sight of him. I knew there was no way I would be able to take all of him in, but I was willing to try.
