I'll just put this here, an S&M post-it note.

She

She's the dominant type, my dear.
She enjoyed giving orders, I could hear it in her voice as I danced with my broom. It was cute but not a turn on.
I wondered how she played with her boys, subservient and cowering - because she must have played at some time. What brought her to not wanting men at all, for so long, even at the risk of being alone. How could anyone not want anything from the opposite sex at all.
Dancing, grinding. I am not a dancer but there were those moments when we were on the floor and our rhythms suddenly matched. And it was easy, it was natural. And it said we are good together. It told everybody, and they knew it, and they looked as long as they comfortably could, and then looked away, jaws open, amazed, excited, surprised, embarrassed.
I didn't care. Let them be uncomfortable. They'll think of us, some of them, when they lie in bed tonight and wake up in the morning. Holding you, the curves of your legs, hips, breasts. My hands on your stomach and ass, holding you to me as we rock on the dance floor, surrounded by people everywhere, strangers, the smell of sex and sweat and hot pussy as I raise your wrists to the ceiling.
And they'll come, thinking.

Filthy woman.


Fantasy girl.

Still Interested??

Him: Are you still interested in being forced down on a pussy?
Her: Oh yeah
Him: We haven't talked about it much
Her: Yeah I know.. yes I am interested

Her thoughts:
I can imagine a dark haired, small framed beautiful woman........ often in my mind I envision her to look very similar to me. And I wonder what that means? Am I self-centered or do I find myself attractive???...........umm yes I would say I do; however she in my mind has physical attributes that I find attractive, that I don't necessarily have and yes wish to have.

She is not dominant, nor passive but equal with me... we are alike both physically and emotionally and we want to please him. We are submissive to him. She finds our relationship attractive, she finds us both attractive. She wants to be a part of our fucking but not our life.

And knowing this we are all free and uninhibited.......I am excited to know
the kiss of a woman
the taste of a pussy other than my own
the touch of a woman
the instructions and direction from my man
knowing he is turned on and pleased
knowing he will do whatever he wants to both of us
that I will love it
that I will submit
that I will cum
that I will be forced
that I will be amazed as always

Her: yes definitely interested
Him: good girl

The dog came home

We'd planned it out beforehand, pizza with friends, beer, conversation
Catching a pinch or a squeeze in the hallways
Pretty puppy, that's a good girl
Waiting, lusting
They had no idea. They really have no idea what we're up to, do they? And they'd look back and say
"Such a nice, normal couple. Don't you enjoy stopping by for tea?"
"Yes", he'd say, "I do love a spot of tea with the donald's, they are such charming company"
In the bathroom, squeezing and groping, tongue in her mouth, fingernails in flesh, pulling up her skirt
fix yourself up, dog, the pizza's here
and back to the long, drawn out, "Enough about you, let's talk about me" conversation
cameras and apertures, wicca this and voodoo that
nod and smile, I am looking at the stool
puppy knows what it's for, and she's sitting on it now,
straight backed
wet
expectant
in front of our company. i can smell, in my mind, the whip. I can hear it cracking and even see her tits heaving as I slap them red.
She's been a naughty girl. Honestly I can't remember why, it's so hard to remember anything bad about her, so I make something up, anything, to punish her for.
blindfolded and bent over
tied down
bark, bitch. open your mouth and pant, there's a good girl, what a good little dog you are being.
a pat on the head and my cock deep in her mouth
here is your treat my darling
don't miss any.

Filthy girl

I came home and he was waiting for me. He whistled as he typically does to let me know where he is. I ran down and into his arms. He kissed me hard and began to rub my pussy. He had not removed any of my clothes but it didn't matter. I could cum just by grinding his leg, or by his kisses alone. I have often felt as though I could orgasm by the sound of his voice.


He asked if I had showered today and I let him know that I had not. At the same time squirming under his hands that were moving quickly beneath my panties. I was so drawn to him but also wishing I had showered or at least would have the chance to. His fingers slipped into my very wet cunt and quickly retracted. He took his wet fingers and placed them in my mouth and all over my tongue. He said, taste what a dirty whore you are and now I want you to shower.





I was shaking inside with excitement and he stood there watching me undress and start the shower. It always made me feel more vulnerable those looks of inspection yet approval as he stood there fully clothed. I slipped into the shower and was given more directions:


I want you to wash your filthy cunt and ass and make yourself clean for me


If there is any shaving required, do that as well


He left and returned to hand me my glass dildo.


Here, he said and when you are all clean I want you to fuck yourself but you cannot cum.


I want you to let me know when you are close. I want you to tell me


I took the glass dildo and positioned myself on the floor of the shower grabbing the shower head that detached at the same time. I switched the spray to the hardest vibration and initially moved it all over my body noticing how hard the water was and how incredible it was going to feel pounding on my cunt. The pressure was strong enough to give my nipples hard erections and I could even vibrate my tits with that amazing shower head.

I opened up my pussy lips and slowly moved around and in and out the bevelled shaped glass dildo

How are you doing in there slut?

I let him know I was doing what I was told

The shower head came over my clit next and I could feel my entire pussy swelling and that intense desire to spread open wide. I was wishing for the clothes pins as had I had them I would have clipped them to my nipples. I was going to ask but also remembered I had been told I couldn't cum.

He opened the curtain and shut the water off.

Get out whore.

He dried me with a towel and instructed me to show him my pussy. He was pleased that I had not cum and let me know that my cunt was swollen and so very pretty. He went down on me to inspect the cleaning I gave myself, licking my clit and shoving his tongue inside me.

Good girl... you have done a good job

I will inspect your ass out here

You are so quiet slut he said as he kissed me. I couldn't talk I was so horny and dizzy... like I was under a spell.

He teasingly asked if he had interupted me and I answered yes.

He asked if I wanted to cum and said that I needed to ask.

I said yes. I said please and he said I could cum when he said so

He grabbed my hair, my towel falling to the ground.. I was at the same time wet and cold and sooo turned on. He told me to crawl to a stool he had placed in the centre of the room. Actually, I never crawl alone.. he usually drags me by my hair or pulls me around with most of his hand inside my cunt. This time he grabbed my hair, I took this as a sign that any orgasm was going to be denied for some time.
I was to lean over it, face down, legs spread. He circled around and was contemplating out loud whether or not he should tie me up or whether I was going to behave. I knew I would behave as ropes and constraints are not required when I am so horny and almost desperate for him.
He inspected, touching and probing and commenting on how happy and excited my pussy was.
He placed a blindfold over my eyes and as he did so I could smell the familiar scent of the leather whip.
He whipped my tits, my ass and between my legs. It stung but because I was so turned on I could take it. He asked me if I had enough and kissed me making it hard for me to respond. I was breathing hard, almost shaking inside and could feel the burning of my skin. Nice... I was no longer cold I thought. I told him I wanted more as he maneuvered his fingers in my pussy.. I knew I was dripping, he told me I was. He also told me that I needed to ask and tell him why.
I knew what I was supposed to say,

yes, yes may I have more because I am a dirty filthy whore
good girl
and no I didn't say you could cum.

Winter Wonderland

We both had received specific e-mail instructions from him. I did not know what her instructions were and was only told that she had been informed as I had. I was curious, but did not bother to ask as I knew he wouldn't tell me anything anyhow.



I did as I was told and dressed in a full piece snowsuit, one size too small. Completely naked underneath with black leather boots.



We picked her up and she was dressed exactly as I was. We drove to the outskirts of the city with the music blasting. We smoked a joint.. that was enough and got lost in our thoughts and our upcoming adventure. It was getting really hot in the snowsuits, the car and I was wondering if she was naked and bare under her snowsuit. Likely was. He pulled into a sideroad, a dead end and turned the heat up even further in the car. I was beginning to feel claustraphobic and constrained and asked if could open a window or if the temp could go down. He said no, he said you both will have to wait.



We stopped. The car was nestled between high snowbanks and all that could be seen was darkness and the scatter of stars. I thought of the movie Titanic as I typically do when it is a clear winter night.



The music was turned off and he asked if we were warm enough. Yes, yes I am fuckin sweltering.

He smiled and allowed our guest to completely remove her snowsuit first........ he told her to do it slowly and I could hear the zipper from the front seat. I was in the back seat and leaned up further to see this woman, see if she was sweating and ooooohhhh so curious to see what had been chosen for me.

I had always been curious. As a teenager I remember messing around with a girlfriend. On many sleepovers we had made each other feel good. Not necessarily out of a homosexual desire but as a result of sexual curiosity. We never talked about it in our daytime relationship or planned it. We never kissed on the lips. It started out as drawing on each other's backs in bed. She went further first, nearing the panty line and then tracing all around my ass. Naturally, I would spread my legs laying on my stomach and her fingers would slide down the edges of my panties and between my legs. She would move her fingers all around and from time to time tickle over my clit. I could feel myself getting wet and wondering if she knew how turned on I was. I can remember wanting more. I can remember being to shy to ask.



Then it would be her turn and within a week or so of sleepovers we would continue this ritual with our panties off. No reason why or conversation but likely because we oh so enjoyed it. She typically took the lead and it was her that gave the first direction of where to put my hand, my fingers... and she was wet, so wet, dripping. I can remember how she smelled, I can remember her sounds. The rocking back and forth of her hips.... face down... her birthmark, the smoothness of her ass.

Classified

It was cold, very cold outside. A storm brewing. Idle talk of the weather from the warmth of the restaurant. They were sitting in a quiet corner booth, The man, his woman, affectionately named "slut", and the stranger. The women sat side by side, backs to the doorway, shoulders barely showing above the high backed soft vinyl bench. He sat across from them, watching, toying with the cutlery on the table and touching slut's toes with his own as they talked.
Did you drive? Oh yes, she drove and what a terrible mess to drive in! Yes, this time of year is just terrible for driving. Oh you drive a van, that must be nice!
Fingers toyed with the rim of her glass, in wet circles 'round and round. Lifting the glass to her painted lips, a tip of tongue and a soft swallow.
They found her buried in trash on the internet. She was pretty enough, curly auburn hair, nicely made up, deliciously pink lips and eyeliner. Not too thin and curvy in the way that women should be.

Dominant man and submissive woman seek attractive, fit, equally submissive woman to be our plaything. Your purpose will be to assist him in taking pleasure of and giving pleasure to his lover. You will submit yourself to spanking, slapping, pinching, torture (denial of climax) and being made to crawl. She has been fantasizing about being forced on a woman for her first taste, and he would be pleased to accommodate.
We are into toys, blindfolds, rope, and rough (sometimes quite rough) sex, but at the same time comfortable and safe.
If you are interested in male dominant sex and having a beautiful woman forced down on you, feel free to email us and we'll take it from there. We have lots of pictures and you are expected to have some as well. Once we connect we can meet for a drink somewhere quiet. For this you will be clean and shaven, wearing skirt, stockings, heels, and be carrying your panties in your purse..

Divorced huh? Ah, yes it's bullshit isn't it? How did the kids take it? Of course, they'll pull through, you're not the only one. That's how kids are growing up these days. Yes! Treat yourself to a night out, everybody needs a night out.
Feeling each other out. That's what people do when they meet face to face for the first time after an email relationship. Is he really who I imagined he was? Does she really want to do that? the drinks turned to laughter. The conversation gradually, blushingly turned to sex, something they were all more familiar with. Common ground.
You really enjoy THAT? I've never tried. Well I've tried but I've never liked it. Ah, they were too rough with you, my dear. We'll teach you. Are you wearing panties? No? Good girl. Turn around, face each other.
Looking around, loud businessmen at the bar, couples and families here and there.
She turned her body a little to face her.
Isn't she pretty? Such a good catch and a very good girl. Does she find you pretty? I think she does, yes, she is nodding her head. She finds you very pretty.
Show her your tits. Pull your tits out, slut, there's a good girl, pull them out and show her what gorgeous nipples you have. Squeeze them. I want you to pinch them.
Fingertips reaching forward. Gingerly touching her hard nipples. She gave them a little pinch, rolled between thumb and forefinger. A pause, eye contact, smiling.
Lean forward. Lick her tits.
His hand on her chin now, pulling her mouth onto slut's nipples.
He pushes one of her tits between the stranger's parting lips. She licks, a flash of tongue as she sucks the nipple into her mouth.
Good girl. Good girls.
Smiles as slut puts herself away and stranger leans back.
Put your leg up on the bench. No, the other leg. Lean back a bit and pull up your skirt.
Such soft, smooth thighs. Slut looked on as she pulled the skirt up, revealing her pink pussy.
Touch her.
She reached forward.
Touch her inside, just like you do to yourself.
She pushed her fingers between her soft lips as stranger leaned back a little more, angling her hips toward slut.
Is she wet?
A little, as she began to push deeper.
Stranger's eyes closed. Mouth opened. Thighs stiffened.
Doesn't she feel nice? So warm and smooth? She likes it, yes she likes that, slut. Not too much now, as her breath began to quicken. Give me your fingers. I want to taste her.
Slut pulled out and offered the man her hand. He took her wrist and sucked her fingers, one by one, into his mouth while stranger watched, legs open, flushed and trembling.
You can put your panties on now, whore.

Thoughts

I had not really paid attention to those 2 elephants before. A mother and a baby... trunks in the air. They were made of what??? Not too sure, but it sure did take my mind off the waiting.... As I watched all shapes and sizes of women entering the lounge area. These women were familiar; however their bodies appeared the same... not much change after months and months of routine gym attendance....
Most of them wanted to chat as they waited. I wasn't interested. As usual preferring to stay in my head... I took a sip of my water bottle and some of it spilled droplets landing on my breasts... it was cold and instead of wiping it away I let the water trickle down. I smiled to myself. I instantly began to recall on memories of my tits being squeezed and tied and tortured. It is a crazy feeling that instantly hurts but then so quickly the pain transforms into a tingling that travels fast and furious to my cunt. Its like electricity... and that is the best way to describe it...
I can cum with only my nipples and tits being ravaged. Thats how powerful it can be.
A feeling that causes me to want to spread open and beg to be fucked.
So I looked over at the elephants again.... noticing that the trunks were open at the ends like they wanted to be filled... I noticed the shape and thought how good it would feel to have them inside me... the curves, the hardness and the shape.
You can fuck me with an elephant trunk anytime.

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Sexy little things

The right combination

I know when to use my looks.. that is power in itself... not because I have to but because I choose to. Whatever I need I can attain on my own.


The domination / submission interaction is powerful and up until now never lined up for me. It layed dormant within my psyche and played out in my fantasies. Mostly I felt it would never be reality.


There are men that try to exude power externally. But it is soooo clear that it is a mask that covers their true insecurity....oh the stories I heard of one guy killing his dog, or of drinking hard and heavy, of fucking women and leavin them... as if they were worth keeping.....


The men who were so sure I wasn't sure....(do ya wanna??) carrying that air of arrogance. Then once the fucking began they turned into little boys dying for that orgasm. Yeah sure, I wasn't sure if I would fuck them again......... but I quickly came to know.

There was intense chemistry the first meeting.... no surprises there as somehow you know these things.. I found him..........I had to work hard to engage him....and work I did and I loved every minute of it... Part of the reason I persevered is because I knew somewhere inside of me that he was my match and this was all a part of it.

He has a way... a walk.......... a smell, a breath, a voice and a look.......he is strong and powerful.. he is the purrfect mixture of good and bad.

Submission was not a conversation, not a plan, not a negotiation, not a request, not a personal sacrafice.
It just fell into place. Like it was natural..........like it was meant to be.
Me at his knees or his feet. Whatever he wants

The Lifestyle

I can't figure out the lifestyle. Well, maybe that's not entirely true. I have some things figured out from the communities I've watched, belonged to and been chased out of.
Number one, they're nuts. So serious, aren't they. Did you know that you MUST use Japanese Silk rope? Otherwise you're just not doing it right and you just don't belong. Like a resume, they broadcast their years of experience in the lifestyle. And what a lifestyle.
Who could possibly want to be a 24/7 slave? Weak people. Mentally incompetent people who want to have all their decisions made for them because there's safety in having it all figured out for you isn't there. Right. Especially if your stupid and unattractive. Which brings me to number two.
Sub women seem to more often be gargantuan, hideous, Ho-Ho gargling creatures. Folds of fat gobbling up the rope and big red lipstick smiles sweating and squashed into the bed. Doesn't it just scream, use me. A tidal wave of cellulose beckoning, jiggling. Like jello. Come 'n get it, big boy! Come 'n get ALL of it!
Dommes are often the more beautiful ones to look at. At least the jpeg versions of their selves. But then there's the problem of sexual preference.
In high school there was a girl with a gigantic mohawk. I never really knew her but I really liked her style. She disappeared soon after I met her until years later when we met again, her thinned out and newly styled, on the arm of a blonde. The blonde had that Roxette look, in that way that Roxette was once a sexy woman. We talked, for some reason I figured she was a hairdresser and asked her if she liked her job. She wasn't a hairdresser - she was a dominatrix and she was offended. They were going to another bar and wanted me to tag along. I let them leave without saying no thanks. Thinking I was following them horny and panting. Even then I knew, I just didn't know.
I've got it good.
My petunia.
My good puppy.

Patience

I like to read erotica... I like to daydream.....I like to go somewhere else when I am bored to shit with what is currently going on around me.
Its why I like spankings... whippings... being tied up... forced down... blindfolded... teased and tormented
whatever he wants
Its about pain that quickly turns to pleasure.. its about giving yourself.. your mind, your body
Its about hearing his voice......his words......hearing "good girl"

I was dragged through the woods in the dark, my hands bound with rope. He was walking fast. He knew where he was going and had been there before. I could see the lights of the city through the trees. He asked me like he often does, if I was liking my treatment and I found myself easily replying "yes".
I could feel the cool fall air outside but at the same time was getting warm and flushed. I was excited. I was scared. I was getting wet.
He tied me to a tree, arms up and bound, face forward. He roughly pulled down my pants and yanked up my shirt. He asked if I was cold and then asked if my cunt was wet. I said yes and he checked with his hands sliding into my pussy. He said "oh yes you are slut" as he insereted his fingers in and out and kissed me hard.
Then he stopped and I so wanted more of his hands and him. He had a blindfold that was quickly placed over my eyes. I could feel him standing and moving next to me but had no idea what was going to happen next. He had brought his whip.
He struck my legs, in between my legs and my exposed tits. In between he paused to kiss me and I could feel myself getting lost. I wasn't cold, I was enjoying the rough bark of the tree scraping my ass.
He asked me if I wanted to cum. I said yes and he asked me if I was his good whore and again I said yes. At that moment I would have done anything to have him. For him to have me.
He used his hand inside me. He finds places inside my pussy that push me over the edge. He talks to me. He calls me naughty names. I know I could cum just by being next to him and hearing his voice.
And I orgasm and I squirt soaking my pants that were forced down to my ankles. He says "gooood girl" and unties me, ordering me to pull up my pants. I know I will spend the rest of the evening in them.
Soaking wet... skin burning........ and my connection to him even deeper.
I run behind him like a dog to its master out of the woods