I want No Mercy

I want No Mercy. I need strength.
 I will fight because that is my nature,
 but I desperately want you to overpower my complaints.
I want you to pull my hair,  tan my hide with your hand, your belt - oh god - your belt
Make me gather switches for your use.Clip my nipples and give the a good twist - in private or semi-private-
Make my pussy sore and then use it again. Keep it filled with your cock, a dildo. Make me learn how to walk gracefully with a set of balls inside of me so I stay wet for you.

Take my ass. Fuck it as you would my pussy. Make me learn how to walk gracefully with a plug in place so I remember you own me.

Punish me with what I need. Not words but actions. Whip my bottom until I cry. Use my anus - fill it with a ginger fig or cramp my insides with a cold enema - the take it without Mercy.

Use me for your pleasure, not mine. Do this. I promise you, I too will find my pleasure. Do this for me. Give me no mercy. Give me your strength. I will become your gentle lamb.

Dominant desires

You need my attention, then you will have it until you beg for mercy.  You want to know I think of you, then you will think of me - every time you shift in your chair. You need to know I want you, then remember all of the planning I do to keep you in line, disciplined, satisfied.

 Know that I will take you when and where I choose to. I will fill each and every opening of your body with whatever I want, whenever I want and you will accept it. Know I will mark your body so that you will remember that I think of you often. Know that the soreness you will feel for hours, days is because I want you to feel it. I will spank you, plug you, pierce you, fuck you according to my will and you will attend me or suffer the consequences. I do not discipline you simply because of a misdeed. I do this because I want to. I want you to squirm, to push yourself, to give yourself to me. I enjoy watching your ass turn red, you nipples swell with pleasure and pain, your eyes widen when I insert a plug into your anus, you blush with embarrassment when I tweak your nipples in public, you wiggle in your hard wooden chair as you attempt to sit with a metal egg in your bottom and bruises on your cheeks. I enjoy hearing you cry from shock, pain, pleasure, joy. I enjoy hearing you beg me to stop, but refrain from using the one word which you know will cause me to stop. I enjoy pushing my cock inside of your tight, wet pussy and feel it clench around me. I enjoy fucking your mouth and seeing tears in your eyes as you struggle not to gag. I enjoy fucking your ass, filling your bowels with my cum. I enjoy spraying my load on your face, your breasts, your ass and watching it slowly dry on your delicate skin, marking you for mine.

You are mine. Never forget that. I will use you as I choose.

Nipple Pleasing

I'm going to do it. Actually, I'm not actually doing it, I'm allow IT to be done. He has wanted this for a very long time but would never force me into it. After months and months of consideration and research, I'm going to allow it to be done. He loves to see my naked body decorated with only jewelry, metal, or beautifully worked leather or lace. It makes sense that he'd want to decorate my nipples as well. To date, thought this is about as far as we could go since I was terrified to have my nipples permanently pierced. The pain, the possibility of someone noticing the rings at work or in public, the permanence of it all terrified me.

I'm not sure what has changed, but last week I knelt before Him and told Him that I was ready. That I was more than ready, that I wanted to have my nipples pierced. He made me wait a full week in case I changed my mind, but I haven't. Now, it's time and I'm terrified again, but happy.Soon, He has promised I will be allowed to wear this for a dinner party, exposing my achievement to all.

For now, though, I will grit my teeth and endure this.

Commitment Pledge

Our seven days are up. I love this. Yes, the first few days were difficult. I fought and argued and was reprimanded. He held me to my word and pulled me over his lap, pulled down my jeans, and spanked me until I cried and cried and cried, not for mercy, but for forgiveness. Only then did he stop to sooth my red, bruised bottom. Only when I admitted to him and to myself that felt most complete, most free, most happy when I kept my pledge did I see what he had known all along.





As a submissive, I have greater freedom, greater choice, greater power than I ever did. I am free to feel, free to choose pleasure, free to explore the power of my own sensuality. I have made my choice. And it is to be Free.

Public Display

I am a modest person. I despise dressing in any way at all that is provocative. I'm the one at the party who goes to the farthest corner and sips my drink so that I don't have to speak with people I don't know. I'm quiet and unassuming. My Lord, however, wishes to push my limits (which he SHOULD!) and has taken it upon himself to choose my clothing for me. He likes, very much, to "show off" my body. I hate this, but I love that he is making do it. He has decided that he will now punish me not by spankings - which I love - but by public displays of my body. If I perform well, he will then later reward me with a spanking. To further show my submission to him, he will plug by bottom and tie a cotton rope around my waist and slit which can be used for a leash if He desires, or He may choose to tighten it and keep me in bondage. 

This morning, I put on a bra, which is against his rules. I knew this, but I was not expecting him to come to pick me up today. Still, I disobeyed.  Luckily, I put on a dress - a simple dark blue, tight, t-shirt style. He tied the rope around me and uses it as a leash, hiking up the front of the dress slightly. My cheeks are bright red from humiliation, but he smiles at me and I nod, indicating that I am fine. Now, we are in the town square. I must remove the bra and hand it to him. He stands me in front of a parking meter and tells me to place my hands behind my head. Then, he raises my dress so that my panties, leash and  are breasts are visible to the entire community. 

Luckily (bless the man!) he had me stand still for only a moment. I was able to do as he bid and then he led me by leash, my skirt hiked up to reveal my panties (thank God he let me wear those!) all the way back to the car. He brushed my tears of shame from my face and kissed me, telling me how proud he was of me. I smiled and a warmth of pleasure filled me. I had pleased him. Then, he asked if I were ready for my reward. Giggling a bit, I said I was. And oh, what a lovely reward it was!

A Good Slave

A good slave will not forget who she is, but rather, will add grow as an individual under her Master's tutelage.

She will not be afraid to voice her concerns no will she hesitate to use her safe word when needed. At the same time, she will always speak with respect and will never use her safe word indiscriminately, but will trust her Master to keep her safe. Still, if she truly fears for her or His safety, she will not be afraid to speak.

She will graciously follow her Master's lead, even when he takes her outside of her own comfort zone. She will trust that her best interests are always in his heart and mind. She will follow him.

She will serve Him as He desires and go out of her way to see to His needs. His pleasure is her pleasure and His comfort is hers. She takes her greatest pride in her abilities to ensure His comfort, anticipating his desires and placing his needs before her own.

She will be available to Him at all times, dressing or not dressing for his preference without embarrassment or humiliation. If He desires to see, use, cuddle, punish or display her body she will feel honored by this desire.

Primarily, a slave will seek to please her Master and in doing so will also please herself.

How to handle a disobedient Sub

I saw that look in her eye when she stood for inspection. She was in a mood, which was a challenge to my authority over her. She knows good and well that I would never do anything to harm her or cross any of our hard limits, but she also knows good and well that when I tell her to prepare for something we have previously agreed to, she'd best get on with in. We had planned tonight for a while and when she stood nude for my inspection, her eyes glared daggers at me. 

Problem?

Yes. I've changed my mind. I don't want do this.

"And you think telling me now will change that. Now, when my guests are due to arrive at any moment? 

She says nothing, but glares at me. 

Not often, but once in a while, she challenges me in such a way. I realize this is a test to see if I will actually force her to go through with our plans for the evening or if I will cave to her demands. Let me assure you. I do NOT cave.

Kneel

She hesitantly does so and I affix the blindfold. She begins to speak and I put my hand over her mouth.

The only reason for you to open your mouth tonight is to accept a cock in it.

Whatever

I slapped her. Her eyes widen in shock, then she lowers them and slowly nods.

I smile at this. Next, remind her that she has agreed to all of this and I will certainly hold her accountable. She remains kneeling when the doorbell rings and I usher in my guests - two gentlemen I know but she does not. She will service them in anyway that I require. She will not see them nor will she speak  unless to say her safe word. We sit in the parlour, drinking cocktails, laughing, chatting. Them men keep their eyes focused on my submissive who, smartly, keeps her head bowed and her hands crossed demurely. I notice the cocks of my friends are now quiet anxious and what kind of a host would I be If I did not accommodate them. Besides, I love to see her service other men. 

Bill, which hole do you claim?

Her mouth

Very good. Stephen?

Her pussy

Excellent choice. That leaves her ass for me. Would you gentlemen prefer all together or one at a time.

My friends glance at each other and Bill answers.

Let's prolong this, so, one at a time.

I see her shudder a bit at that and I place my hand on her shoulder. Sadly, she showed a bit of resistance earlier so I will ask you gentlemen to avoid gentleness. Feel free to use her as you desire. Bill, why don't you go first.

He steps up to her, grasps her hair and forces her hair back.

Unzip my pants, Bitch.

She tenses at the rude name, but does as she is told. His cock springs free and he pushes its entire length into her mouth. She begins to gag and press her hands against his thighs. I tsk, tsk and hold her hands behind her. Bill fucks her mouth mercilessly and within a few minutes moans, his cum leaking down her chin. I lean down and whisper to her: Yet another mistake, my dear. You know you are to swallow.

Stephen steps up. He pulls her up by her arms and leads her to the chair. He has her kneel on the seat and bend over the back. His cock is already out and he enters her wet pussy. I can see her juices glistening on her thighs. As he fucks away, he slaps her ass cheek. Not both, just the right one. The skin turns first pink, then red. She whimpers but does not speak. Finally, pulls out and shoots his load across her hot, scarlet ass cheek. 

Now, it's my turn. I have plans. Asking Stephen and Bill to assist me, we bind her to a long board. She is tied to it by her wrists, her chest, her legs, her ankles. Before I tie her lower extremities, I lift her hips up onto a rolled pillow. Then, I kneel, my throbbing cock over her asshole. Using her own juices, I use two fingers to lubricate her tight hole and then slowly enter her. She tenses and cries out, but says nothing. Perhaps she's learned her lesson. Slowly, I pull out. Then in. Then out. She strains against her bounds, trying to match my strokes, but she cannot move. I fuck her slowly, gently even. Then the moment comes. She tenses and begins to tremble. I know she's on the edge. And this is where her true punishment comes in. I pull out. She cries and tries to turn her head toward me. I stand before her and say:

No, I'm not going to beat you for your disobedience. I'm going to keep you on edge. All night. I'm going to have one more drink with the boys here, then they will leave. After that, I'll fuck your ass some more. You, though, will be denied orgasm. If you're good, perhaps I'll give you relief tomorrow. Until then, you may as well resign yourself to a very long, frustrating night.

She dropped her head to the board and sighed. I lifted her chin and saw one tear trail down her cheek. I kissed her forehead and smiled. She smiled back. Yes, I was right. Her defiance had been a test for me and I had, most assuredly, passed.

Ready for the Weekend

Before we go out for the weekend, my Lord has a regime he prefers to follow. First, I must be completely clean and free from hair on my legs, underarms and pubic area. I must administer an enema so my bottom is clean as well. He will then inspect me. If he finds fault, He himself will correct the error. Then, he will help me don my corset. He ties it tightly, allowing me little room for movement but enough room for breath.

 Next, He runs his hand across my pussy. He finds any stray hairs I have missed and tsks. He grabs a pair of tweezers and removes the offenders. I bite my lip but am grateful since any hair will likely get caught in the next device he has we where, so really, he is simply seeing to my eventual comfort. Satisfied, he helps me to stand and bend slightly, my hands on the bed. Slowly, he adds a bit of lube to my anus then slips in the metal plug which is attached to the cross beam of my metal chastity belt. Once in place, I stand again and he locks everything in place. Yes, to some this seems odd, but for me it is a comfort. I have been assaulted before and this device assures me that no one but my Lord can have access to me for he alone holds the key to my release. To show my gratitude for his protection, I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. He plays with my hair, gently. I suckle him until he gives me the milk of his essence. I lick my lips and smile, pleased I have done this for him.

Finally, he hands me my dress. Some find my wardrobe odd, but I love it. The dresses he chooses for me hide the holds he has placed on me. I belong to him, am safe with him. Every move I make I feel his hand on my soul.

Throwback Thursday

She is beautiful, bent before me, waiting, her pantaloons spread, her hands holding her cheeks open. Waiting. Waiting for what she knows is coming. I make her wait. Make her think, wonder, moisten. I place the ginger within her sight line and she whimpers a bit. Still, I do nothing more. She will not move, this I know. Once she stood upright while waiting for her discipline. 20 strokes of the cane she endured that night. Plus the fig. Plus a plug inserted until the next morning. Only then did I fuck her. And then it was in her sore and tender ass. Every day for a week. But that had been when she first came to me. No, she will not move  now. Nor do I. I sit behind her, enjoying the sight, enjoying my scotch. I see the glistening evidence of her excitement and can't stop the smile from spreading across my cheeks. She is breathing deeply, placing her mind in a place of submission. This pleases me. 

I stand and begin. First, with my hand. I warm her skin with firm spanks. She flinches, but maintains her position, her eyes focused on the fig. She moans a bit, a cry sometimes escapes her lips, but she does not move position. I can stand back and view her pinked skin and decide she is ready. I take her hands and place then on the table next to her face. I kiss her neck. Then, I unhook my belt. She hears this and I see her tremble a bit. Good. I like her slight fear of the unknown. I snap my belt and, to her credit, she moves not. 

Now it begins. A good woman knows her place and it is beneath her husband's hand, beneath his body, a vessel for his pleasure. I whip the belt across her backside once. She dances a bit and cries out, but her hands do not move. A good man knows how to handle his woman, how to love her, teach her, allows her to be herself, appreciates her intelligence and creativity. He must also do his duty and meet her needs. For Alicia, this includes physical discipline. If I neglect this need, she feels abandoned, alone, unloved. I can't allow that. Ten times the kiss of my leather marks her skin. Her hands are still in place but her eyes are now closed and tears have puddled on the wood beneath her face. I kiss her cheek and tell her I love her. She says nothing for she is forbidden the use of her voice now.

Finally, I take the prepared fig. She sees this and again moves her hands to spread her burning cheeks. I slowly insert the ginger into her anus and she gasps. My cock strains against my trousers. "Hands," I say and she places her hands back on the wood. She squirms now, silent tears puddling beneath her face. I resume my seat and slowly finish my drink. Really, there is no need to rush.

Monday Maintenance

Most people hate Monday mornings - not me. Why? Because every Monday morning, I am reminded that I am loved, cherished and appreciated. I am reminded that I am the one who makes my Sir happy. I am reminded that I complete him. I am reminded that I have given him my trust and the right to use me for his pleasure. I will be filled for the day, by his will. My every movement will remind me of his pleasure. I will be tender each time I sit, reminded that I have given him control over me. I do so very much look forward to Monday mornings.

Spanking of the Week

I've looked forward to this day all week. I always do. Most people hate Mondays, but not me. Monday is Spanking day. A day that I spend naked, nothing more than an object of beauty and sexuality. I am no longer a professional, nor do I have the worries of today's worlds. I am free of all work, all stress, all concerns. I am beauty and I simply have one decision to make - yes or no. I choose yes.

The day begins with a shower, shaving my legs, arms, cat. I lotion up with delightfully scented cream. Then, I go to the parlour. This room is only used on Mondays. It is my sanctuary. Heavy red velvet curtains cover the windows, a plush red carpet for my bare feet. A large winged leather chair for Him, a love seat, a liquor cabinet, a small table with two straight backed chairs, a chaise lounge. Inside the closet lie the toys he may choose to use. Once I enter, I am his. I eat what and when he tells me, I drink at his discretion, I use the restroom only when given permission. I make no decisions.

He is waiting for me, seated on one of the straight back chairs. He folds the paper he was reading and smiles at me. I smile in return. He turns his chair slightly and I position myself over his lap. He begins slowly, softly and I sigh. Really, this is more of a massage than a spanking. I do not think of what is to come, I focus on the pleasure of the moment. He increases his force, but not his speed. I feel a sting now and relax into his hand. My pussy is beginning to swell and my nipples are tightening. My hands are braced on the carpet. I will not remove them. If I do, that is his signal to stop. I curl my fingers into the plushness as he continues. His hand hard, unforgiving. My honey is flowing now and I am biting my lip, but I  have yet to cry real tears. He knows this and will not stop until I do or if I lift my hands.

His hands cover my bottom, the tops of my thighs, the famous sit spot. I know not where the next blow will land but I am grateful for each one. My skin is on fire and my mind is floating. Pain and pleasure merge into peace. Tears cover my face and suddenly I am in his arms. He kisses my tears and holds me. He tells me that I am beautiful, I am perfect, I am his. I am at peace.

Rope Panties

We're going to a party tonight. All the guests will be of like mind - tops and bottoms, masters and slaves, doms an subs. The party is to begin in a public location with public play. Because alcohol is sold, the law prohibits total nudity, so my genitals and nipples must be covered. Still, Matthew has ordered that I wear no underwear for one full week. I'm not sure what to do, so I place black electrical tape over my nipples and pull on my dress, a short, sweet little red number and slip into matching heels. I'm concerned, but I also trust Matthew to make the final decision. I'm just finishing putting on my lipstick when the doorbell rings.

"Good," he says then kisses me. "You're almost ready. Lift your dress."
I do so.

"Now that's my good girl, following my orders," he tells me and I blush a bit, pleased by his words.

"Keep holding the dress up."

I see him take out a length of soft silken rope. He kneels in front of me and gets to work. I close my eyes and sigh. I love when he binds me. It's like a hug, but better almost because when he ties me into a corset, loops rope around my wrists, binds me in any way, I am constantly reminded of his hands, his arms, his body. I feel him even when he is not touching me. I feel a warmth deep inside of me and know the tremor of my body. He slides the rope between my petals and positions a knot on my clit. I bite my lip and moan. He finishes, stands and grabs my hair, pulling my head back.

"Now you may cum," he says as his lips take mine.

I do. His mouth swallows my screams and my juices coat the rope. He holds me so I don't fall an
d I sway against him. I can feel the rumble in his chest and I know he's laughing at me. He loves how easily I cum.

When my tremors stop, he releases me slowly, making sure I'm steady.

"Now, I believe we have covered all that needs to be. Straighten your dress we'll go. You're in for a wonderful night, my dear."