10 things I'm thankful for - The Dom

A lovely red wine properly aerated

Her hands either captive or free

A Walk in the woods

Mornings

Natural Fibers

Her acceptance of my need for control

A Desk Job

Spontaneity

Tight places

Good Friends to share my joy with

10 things I'm grateful for - The Submissive

Surprises

The beauty and freedom of nature

Elegance

His Kiss

The ability to read and a plethora of books

Being treated like a Princess

Creativity

Having the structure I need to feel loved and secure

Sensuality

Feeling beautiful and appreicated

Fellatio training

Honestly, I've never liked giving head. I tend to gag and I don't like the smell. Of course, I've only tried it with two other men. Now, though, Sir has taken it upon himself to train me in this Art. In order to teach me the importance of this and to add another level of control over me, Sir has inserted a small bullet vibrator into my pussy. He carries the remote. So that I cannot take it out or touch myself without his permission, he has also locked a very elegant, comfortable, discrete chastity device. The key is on a small golden chain around his neck. He will unlock me only if I please him with my mouth. This morning, after he had locked me in this device, Sir had me lie on the bed. He knelt above me, his balls dangling over my face. I inhaled and smelled the clean scent of water from His shower and His own male musk. Rather than my previous unpleasant encounters, Sir's scent made me wet immediately. I eagerly kissed and licked his balls while he pinched and tweaked my nipples. I gasped at the pleasure. Sir did not rush me, but let me explore at my own pace. I was not to use my hands, only my mouth. When he first told me this, I was concerned, but my trust in Him overpowered these concerns. His skin was soft, sweet and the balls resilient and lovely. I opened my mouth and encased one with my lips, sucking gently. 

"Excellent"

I glowed with pleasure. He released one nipple and began to touch himself. I suckled the other ball and heard his moan. I ran my tongue around the delightful sacs, down his perineum, rimmed his bum hole and back up to his jewels. He pumped faster as I explored and to my joy, I felt the hot testament to his pleasure spray across my breasts. I wiggled and squirmed, needing my own relief.

"Now, my love, you know I will unlock you when I choose. Get cleaned up and dressed now."

Sighing, I did as he ordered. We left for work. He an authority of History and adviser to museums and me his assistant. Even though we work alone, renting rooms in a small office building close to the University, Sir requires professional dress and demeanor at all times. Well, unless he requires me for enjoyment or distraction. Today, I will remained fully clothed, but will be required to perform fellatio once every hour, on the hour. 

As the day goes on, I find myself looking at the clock often, eager to perform my duty. I have found that if I relax my throat, I can take His cock deeply into my mouth and even down my throat a bit. I have learned to cup his balls gently, massage them, adore them. Now, it is almost time to leave again for home. It is a few minutes before the hour and he leads me to the elevator. i am surprised since i thought i was to again worship his cock. We enter the elevator and i hear the alarm on his watch. He looks at me, his eyes dark and then he raises his eyebrows.

Here?

"Oh, you will be punished for that question, love."

I hesitate again, for just a moment, then nod. He is right. I kneel in front of him and unzip his trousers. I begin my worship. I feel and hear the elevator stop. The doors open, but no one comes on. I blush to think that someone might see me, but i know my place and it is here. Kneeling before my Lord, serving his needs as he desires. 

Testing.

"Are you comfortable?"
No
"Physically or mentally?"
Physically yes, mentally no.
"Do you plan on disobeying or refusing?"
No.
"Why not?"
Because you request this of me and I want to please you.
"Even if you are embarrassed by the situation?"
yes.
"Why?"
Because my embarrassment will not harm me but this act will please you.

He smiled and i knew i was right. i hate this. i truly hate this. i am humiliated and terrified even though i know everything will turn out just fine. Still, He has never asked me to appear in public like this. True, i will know no one since I will be covered. Still, i've never had my pussy completely bare before, but
He has ordered me to shave and so I did.
He has ordered no underclothing, and so it shall be.
He has ordered that instead of panties, i will have rope tied to remind me of my allegiance to Him, and so i stand still as he adjusts the cotton rope which will serve as both my reminder and my lingerie for the day.

I dress. Professionally. i put on my black suit skirt and jacket. i button the jacket and add a scarf since i am allowed no blouse or bra beneath. The rope presses against the bud between my petals and i almost orgasm, but don't. He owns these and will tell me when i can cum. He sees my struggle and smiles. He pats my bottom and i sigh with pleasure.

"Ready?"
Yes, Sir.

He helps me into the car and we drive to work. i am his personal assistant as well as his pet. i serve Him in any way he desires. Today, however, will be a challenge. He has a meeting with other professors to discuss testing procedures and i will be required to take notes, serve refreshments and hand out documents all while feeling His rope around me. May i pass this test!

Serving Sir

I wanted to surprise him today, but it seemed he was expecting me. I arrived at his office wearing a black dress, garter belt and stockings, heels. He simply looked at me as if i were expected, even though I had not told him I was even in town. Somehow, Sir always knows. First, he told me he had a meeting, which might be a bit tense, so he would appreciate my services to help relax the situation. This was not a request. It never is from him. Oh, he's a gentleman in all manner of words, so if I objected, he'd graciously accept that. But, I do not object. He knows I would not. The three men come into his spacious office. Sir has me kneeling on the floor and tells the gentlemen that as a prelude to their meeting, he would like to offer them the greatest of hospitalities. I keep my eyes lowered and hear the men laugh. One man asks if Sir will participate and he says no. Before he consents to do business with any of them, he wants to see how firmly but gently they handle themselves. They may do as they please unless he stops them, but he will watching for certain behaviors.

I gasp at this, but do not move. Soon enough, the three men are on me. Two men strip immediately, but one stands before me and places a hand beneath my chin. He asks if I would like to unzip him. I nod and do so, then take him into my mouth. The other two stroke themselves as they wa

No Quarter given nor asked for

I have teased him for months. On-line, texting, pictures. He has been out of the country, TDY, but now, he is home and it is time to face the music. For the last week, he has made love to me gently, beautifully, acquainting himself with my body again. Today, though, is my day of retribution. Veteran's Day. Today I will serve my Veteran in any and all way. I am his prisoner and no quarter will be asked or given. It is chilly outside, but that will makes no difference. To begin, he takes me to the woodshed. Yes, it stores wood for the fireplace, but also is used for a more traditional purpose. He keeps an old chair in the building for just this purpose. To begin, though, He had me walk the wood and cut a handful of switches. I tied them together then presented the bundle to him for his inspection. He was clear that I was to leave the little twigs attached. I kneeled in the chair and he began. Over and over he thrashed my bottom until the twigs began to break. I cried out, the pain searing my bottom, but he did not slow, simply placed a hand on my back to steady me. Only when each of the switches had broken did he stop.

By this time I was sobbing. He gathered me into his arms and comforted me, a kindness which made me sob even more. Then, he carried me inside, lay me gently on the bed. He rubbed ointment on my red bottom and lubed my hole. Then, he took it. He plunged in, balls deep, into my bottom hole. I screamed in surprise and a bit of pain, but he fucked me. Hard. Pulling my hair. I wanted to cum, but he whispered that if I did, he would call his troops over have them watch my next punishment then give me to them for their use. I bit my lip and focused on not cumming. Luckily, he used me hard and fast and came quickly, filling my bowels with his blessed seed.  Panting, he lay beside me and pushed my head down so that I could clean his cock and taste his cum.

When he recovered, he had more plans for me.  He had me stand and walked me out into our woods. There, he cuffed my hands behind a tree and tied me in place. The rough bark irritating my tender bottom and cool breeze raising goose flesh. Once in place, he scolded me fiercely for my wanton ways. He then pulled out a small container from his pocket and my eyes widened. Wasabi. He grinned wickedly and placed a small dab on my nipples and my clit. The fire shot into my nerves immediately and i bit my lip to keep from screaming. Tears fell down my cheeks and he continued to scold me. He took out his cock, hard and lovely and perfect. He rubbed himself, masturbating in front of me. i cried more. I hated not being able to touch him, but this, I knew, was justified. He came quickly, spraying my body with his seed. Then, he sat. He just sat in the grass and watched as i struggled with the humiliation of my exposure and the sting of the wasabi his cum drying on my skin. He glanced at his pocket watch and smiled again.

I knew, today would be a long, beautiful day. No quarter given. Nor asked for.

A Good Master

He will always be mindful of the greatness of the gift she has given Him, her love and trust. He will ensure her safety and health at all times, especially when He knows she is uncomfortable or nervous.

He will gratefully take what she offers and in return give her the love, strength, protection and discipline she craves. 

He not hesitate in this act of discipline since to do so would be disappoint her. He has taken the responsibility to set expectations and to enforce them. To do less would be to disrespect her desires. She is, after all, a grown woman who knows her mind. She desires your firmness and expects your enforcement. She needs your firm hand to lead and reassure her. If she didn't accept and expect your right to do this, she would never have agreed to be your slave.

You, Sir, have a duty to mark her as your own. To do less is to disrespect the trust she has placed in you. Your responsibility to her is endless, as is her love for you.

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.

Sensuous Metal

Yes, it is cold, but tends to quickly absorb heat from any nearby source. In this case, her skin. I have planned for this day, this evening. My flower awaits Me, kneeling. She has no idea of the plan for this day, but will do as I say, trusting that I will never harm her nor will I break her hard limits, few though they be. First, I attach the metal clips to her nipples. I have her hold the chain in her mouth partially to keep the tension on the little buds and partially for the sheer beauty of seeing the silver metal pressed against her red lips. She knows to keep her eyes closed. I prefer this to a blindfold since she must use her own discipline to obey. I keep an eye on her while I attach one end of the long delicate chain to the ceiling hook. I have designed my entire third floor as a our private sanctuary. I delight in the expressions which flit across her face as she hears my movements but is unsure of what she hears.

I remove the chain from her mouth and kiss her. She leans into me and begins to put her arms around my neck but stops herself. I have trained her well. I stand and opens her mouth. I tell her to open her eyes and she does, gazing directly into mine. I guide my cock into her mouth and she sighs. Her eyes darken with passion. With each movement, the chain between her nipples swings. I know she feels the terrible pinch but will not complain. She sucks me deeper into her throat, her eye lids flutter as she struggles to keep her gaze locked on my face. I pull away from her, not wanting to cum yet. I help her to stand and then lead her by her chain.

Once I have her in position, I wrap the long chain about her waist. She shivers with cold, the attach the other end to the ceiling hook. Quickly, I release her breasts. She gasps as the blood rushes back into her nipples and hugs herself. I stand back a moment and smile as she comforts herself. Then, I kneel before her. She tastes divine. I will dine on her sweet honey for a long, long time. She is, after all, my captive.

The Darkness

Sometimes, darkness overwhelms me and my soul drifts

light as translucent as fog in the coldness of dawn.

Unforgiving limbs of my fears weave themselves 

into my very cells.

I am trapped in my own past 

from which escape is insensible.

I am lost in the white darkness

stumbling into the forest of memories.

Desperate and afraid.

Then, the Sun fights to burn the cold

dispersing the suffocating fog.

Helios with his fiery chariot 

vanquishing the soft, cloying darkness,

leading me home.

Fear and Memory remain 

but now a mere swirling in the shadows

My God has answered my prayers.

He has gather my soul again

and brought it home.

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.

Belted

That sound. That terrifying, wonderful sound. His belt slowly brushing against the denim as he pulls it free of the loops. I know that sound. It makes me shiver with dread and moisten with anticipation. My mouth goes dry and my nipples harden. I know what is coming and I welcome it as much as I fear it. I could beg but it would do no good. I could cry but he would know they were not true tears this soon. I could say "Redlight" and he would stop, but we both know I will not say that - at least not yet. 

I have committed no grievous error. I have not spoken rudely. I have not broken a rule. This is not for a correction. This is for pleasure. His, yes, but I cannot deny it is for mine as well. I stand and face him, watching wide eyed and keep silent. He will tell me what he wants. He may want me on the bed, lying still under my own willpower. He may test my ability to endure. This prospect is truly fearful since if I fail - if I turn over or try to protect my bottom with my hands - He will find some other way to punish me. Once, after the spanking, he rubbed a very light coating of capsan on my skin. I burned and cried for hours.

Perhaps he will tie my hands so that I cannot protect myself. Oh, I could still dance away - or at least attempt to, but he enjoys this. He laughs. He is very, very good and placing his belt exactly where he wants it; how hard he wants it - where and how I will feel it most but receive no lasting damage. If I turn around, he will belt the tops of my thighs - or worse, my breasts. ARE YOU READY? he asks. I gulp and nod. He frowns and I quickly answer: Yes. DO YOU WANT THIS? he asks. I answer: Oh yes, please, I do.

I never lie to him.

Red headed Fantasy

Ginger Myths:

1.  Gingers have a fiery temper.

2.  Gingers are hot in bed.

3.  Gingers gain one freckle for every soul they steal.

4.  Gingers have no souls

5.  It is impossible to tame a Ginger.

6.  Gingers are unpredictable and dangerous.

7.  Gingers are witches.

8.  Gingers will burst into flames in the sunlight.

Speaking as a Ginger, I'd like to address some of these myths.  Number 1.  Gingers have a fiery temper.  Sometimes true, but who doesn't. Treat us with respect, consideration and we will do anything for you. Our loyalty is as unfailing as our passion (again, I'm speaking for myself here).  I bow my head before no one, even the One I love. Nonetheless, I will go on my knees before him. I will anoint his body with kisses. I will honor him as he wishes me to because not he has earned my respect by giving the same to me. I will bear no only my entire (and yes, I do mean ENTIRE) body for his use and pleasure, but I bare my soul to him as well.

Number 2:  Gingers are hot in bed. umm. Yes. This is true.


Number 3:  Gingers gain one freckle for every soul they steal.  Not true at all. We do not steal souls. Souls, hearts, devotion are all freely give to us by those who love us. We take nothing, we simply gratefully accept the gift of love and admiration.

Number 4:  Gingers have no souls. Total poppycock. See above.

Number 5:  It is impossible to tame a Ginger. Define "tame." And seriously, would you really even want to tame her natural exuberance, creativity, spirit? But to answer, yes, a man can tame a ginger. To do so, he must be kind, firm, clear in his expectations, patient, consistent but able to adapt to her changing moods and willing to dig deep enough to discover that fine line between glorious consequences for misbehavior and revenge inducing punishments. Once he has uncovered her needs, she will strive to please him and accept correction at his hand.

Number 6:  Gingers are unpredictable and dangerous. Aren't all women? Can you say hormones? I'm going through a "magical" time of life right now and I can't even predict what my moods will be, if I will be hot or cold, if I will laugh or cry. I freely admit this makes life quite challenging for my One, but again, patience and caring enough to see warning signs and to know me well enough to know what I need has played in his favor. A few nights ago I was crabby, unhappy, sad and angry at the world for no good reason. You know what he did? He ran a hot bath for me and lit pretty candles in the bathroom while I was pacing back and forth muttering about various unpleasantness. Then, he handed me a glass of my favorite wine and kissed me. He told me to go take a bath and relax. He expected nothing of me that night. He simply held me in his arms as I went to sleep. The next day - I couldn't have felt more loved and cared for. I made him a cake. See - not dangerous at all.

Number 7:  Gingers are witches. Only if we want to be. Personally, I do. I love the basic tenet of Wiccan - DO HARM TO NONE.  Seriously, who can argue that that isn't a good thing!!  I admit, I don't always follow this belief, but I try to. I also have a deep and abiding respect for nature and try as much as possible to use natural, chemical free products. I think I'm rather a kitchen witch. I mutter little "spells" (which are really no more than prayers) as I cook. I want the food that I prepare for my friends and family to nourish them, but also to bring them joy in the flavor and texture.  After all, eating is without doubt a very sensuous activity.

Number 8:  Gingers will burst into flame if exposed to the sun.  Well, this is kind of true. I can be outside in the bright sunlight for about 10 minutes before I start to burn. I've learned to be protective of my skin - using 100+ sunblock when I'm outside for long periods of time. My moisturizer and make-up all have sunscreen in them and I have added sunscreen to my hand lotion as well. I've suffered from blistering sunburns numerous times and have no wish to do that again. Besides, my One likes the fairness of my skin tone and so do I.
(Disclaimer:  None of these photos are of me.)

Punished with Pearls

How, I ask myself, could He possibly use pearls for punishment. If anyone can, though, it would be Him. He is nothing if not creative. For the next seven days, I will wear pearls. Constantly. As in 24/7. Sounds lovely, right? Think again. Think of how difficult it is to walk with pearl panties, the nubs rubbing against your nub constantly.

Or to sit through dinner, a movie and cocktails after with pearls linking your pussy and  ass holes together.That was last night. He also had me wear a white dress, thin cotton, and no panties so if i became the least little bit wet - which I did - he would know (as would anyone else who might be looking.). After four hours of this, He finally took me home and fucked me - but left the pearls in while he did. Only when he shot his load across my belly did he remove them - quickly.

Today, he has tied me to a chair with pearls while He eats me. If I move even a bit, the pearls make a noise, a movement. For each noise or movement of the damned little balls I get five licks with His belt. I'm up to twenty so far.

I swear - i will NEVER complain about my lack of jewelry again!