A Connection

[Ozme52]

I thought I'd share this note I received with you.




I've received a wonderful gift - the gift of knowing that I really am submissive, not simply a wanna-be, could be, maybe...

Thank you.

I thought we'd meet - a nice, pleasant "good to meet you" sort of lunch. I had no intentions, hopes or desires in any other direction. When I saw you for the first time, a little voice (not even voice, really, just a sense) said "uh, oh" in a gleeful, relieved way. There's a line (from a movie I think) "You had me at 'hello'" and it was as close to true as it had ever been for me. The next 4 hours were the most erotic I've ever spent fully clothed.

As we talked about mundane things, the conversation slowly became more intimate. Sending the waitress away three times because I hadn't even looked at the menu should have been clue to me that something more was going on. When, after a while, you asked me if I realized we were in a scene right then, both knowledge and a sense of rightness bloomed inside me, followed by nervousness and excitement. I remember thinking, "I don't know how to do this, how do I submit from across a restaurant table?" Then I realized I already had, and was.

Your kind, gentle, sure voice filled me. Your request that I look into your eyes as we talked, your hands holding my crossed wrists still on the table between us, took me to a place I had previously only visited briefly. I felt overwhelmed with curiosity, gratitude, desire to please and hope that you were enjoying yourself as much as I was. Your patience with my inability to maintain eye contact, the knowing smile when I realized, over and over again, that I had failed, as I whispered "crap" to myself and looked at you again...

I loved listening to you as you described how you saw me, your obvious pleasure in your own skill as you verbally led me a little farther and then had to remind me to breathe, the quick grin while you brought me back when I began to float a little too far away, then saying "good girl" in a satisfied tone of voice.

Checking on me as the afternoon progressed - asking "Are you okay, do you want me to stop?" helped me keep my balance and my feet on the ground, even though by that point my knees were spread wide open under the table, held there by your calf against mine and the table leg. My underwear was drenched and I was trembling with need from head to toe.

Accepting my self-imposed constraints is another gift you gave me. You and I both know that all it would have taken was a little push and I would have been where we both wanted me - in a hotel room, before you on my knees, begging you to take control. Perhaps that's exactly where I'll be someday.

A particular memory stands out: leaning over as you passed by me at the table (on your way to attend to a moment of business) and practically growling in my ear "spread your legs" (they had closed the moment you got up) in a tone that meant "now". Did you watch to see if I obeyed immediately? Did you pause before returning to the table to enjoy the knowledge that you had taken me over?

When you began tapping my hand, gently, then a little harder, I began to feel the want, the need, the absolute compulsion to come. It grew and grew, my clit throbbing to match your beat, my mind imagining the tip of your finger, right there...

When you finally, finally asked me if I wanted to come, I could barely speak. My "yes" was hardly audible. I was so afraid that you would want it to happen right then, right there, and I didn't know if I could. Thank you for letting me come and sending me to the bathroom to do it. I did whisper your name when the orgasm washed over me, as you asked.

Thank you for sharing yourself with me. It was an unexpected, joyful, exciting surprise to me and I'll always treasure the afternoon we spent together, with a restaurant table between us and a connection that made the barrier meaningless.

[Logic1]

that just sounds lovely!

[NightNurse]

How incredible and beautiful that is. What a lucky girl.

"Traveling granting wishes.."
And where will you be next??
;)

[Logic1]

or guy, or both :)

[Aussiegirl1]

lovey Oz and very erotic. Hope it is not the last time you two get to meet.

[pixie_dust]

Very sweet (and sexy). Thanks for sharing. :)

[Ozme52]

How incredible and beautiful that is. What a lucky girl.

"Traveling granting wishes.."
And where will you be next??
;)

Seattle. I'm on the last homeward bound leg of my trip. http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/showpost.php?p=426262&postcount=13

Just one encounter of consequence but it was worth the whole trip. :cool:

[Sir_Russell]

Could be seen as an opportunity missed though. Sometimes it is best to leave it at that point.

[Rhabbi]

Great post OZ, I can see that as it happens.

[cariad]

Smiles, that is one lucky lady.

Thank you both for sharing with us.

cariad

[tessa]

Wow! Oh my goodness, wow!

I can see why you believe that encounter was worth it all.

tessa :wave:

[wingsofanangel]

Omg. I am in tears.. that was so beautiful... so erotic.. it was like a wonderful short story..

I am so very jealous.....

she is a very lucky lady. I have day dreams about situations such as this..... -sigh-

-anya-

[jeanne]

I have day dreams about situations such as this..... -sigh-

-anya-

Me too, anya, me too. Thanks for sharing this with us, Oz.

[gloombunny]

Seattle, you say? Hm...

[NightNurse]

suddenly all flights to Seattle are booked... why is that?

[Ozme52]

She wants to hear it from my perspective. I think that's only fair.


When I first mounted my bike in California, I'm thinking this trip to experience the motorcycle pheonomenon that is Sturgis is also an excellent opportunity to meet some of the people I've talked to on the forums. Dom/mes, switches or subs, it wouldn't matter... but talking to subs is something I especially enjoy.


So up I ride on my bike and I know I'll look impressive. Head to toe in black. Leathers, boots, I'm tall, wearing dark shades, I know I look powerful and I don't mind displaying myself as powerful. My soul is still abuzz from the long ride. I'm ready to meet her and though I've entertained several racy fantasies as I rode to this lunch date, I have no expectation that it will be anything other than a quiet meal and some pleasent conversation. Some shared amusement as we talk about people we know on the forums.

She's waiting under a sunshade and as I walk around the corner I see her eyes open in appreciation. My reaction is well hidden by practice and by my sunglasses but it's mutual, I am instantly attracted to her as well. But we haven't said a word yet, it is merely her physical beauty. Little did I realize, chemistry would follow.

We talk trivialities but it is clear she is distracted by my presence. I begin to direct the conversation, asking about her journey into submission, her lifestyle experiences. The more she reveals, the more I ask, even demand to know. Just a query on the surface of it, but none-the-less, no two ways about it, I expect to hear the answer. She has no choice. Each question more probing, each answer intended to be more revealing.

Soon I offer my hand for her to take. She misses the gesture so I take her hand and put it around mine. The moment she is comfortable I reverse our hands and now I have physically captured her. I don't let her avert her eyes. If she were my submissive, she would do so out of respect but here she is just hiding from my gaze, so I make her look and I can see her desire to submit grow with each passing moment. She tries to regain some control and wants to ask me things but her thoughts are trapped by her emotions. She swings back and forth between a high flush and pale distress. Everytime I see her gain a measure of control I remind her to breathe deeply. In, out, in, hold it, breathe out and relax. An apparent kindness but I am taking control even of her breath. Her hands grow moist. And I am likewise enthralled by her growing submission to me.

My legs are now between hers. I mention leg posture. I express my minor disappointment that she is wearing panties beneath her dress. Everytime she begins to regain herself I bump her knees apart, or squeeze her hands, or cross her wrists and envelope them within my single hand and softly stroke her forearm. But I too have lost control, so to speak, and am no longer willing to stop, though I imagine if she asks... I would. Yet I want one gift before we part. I want her to relinquish control to me long enough to gift me with her orgasm. So every question pushes on her psyche. I drive her inevitably toward compliance. Resistance is futile. Until I send her to the bathroom. "Say my name when you cum."

The rest? I hardly remember the details. I remember her eyes. Now eagerly gazng into my eyes, perhaps waiting for me to order her to invite me home. And I want to. But it would be crazy... wouldn't it?

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Time is running out. Has it really been 4 hours since we began. All across a table. Nothing but words, eyes, hands, and the occassional bumping of knees. I must move on. So must she. But now as I redon my gear, ready to mount my bike, all I can think is I don't want to go. I want her on her knees, I want everything she has to offer. And here we stand, no table between us. I must have a taste.

And as I drive away, I know the taste of her lips, the feel of her back, her waist, her ass. I know many of her secret desires. Somehow, someday, I'd like to help her fulfill them. But not today, not this trip.

[cariad]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

[bad_kitty_77]

Oh my! *Completely breathless* Um, Master... :D

[Logic1]

yes one lucky girl
you did good :) (who the heck am I to judge lol but you sure made an impact on that lucky lady, and I judge from that)

[jeanne]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Exactly. It's awful hot in here, isn't it?

What a revealing look into the Dom's mind, given that I previously had very little idea what they think when they're doing what they do. Thanks for sharing that glimpse, Oz.

[cadence]

Exactly. It's awful hot in here, isn't it?

What a revealing look into the Dom's mind, given that I previously had very little idea what they think when they're doing what they do. Thanks for sharing that glimpse, Oz.


I agree and thanks for sharing this.
It is nice to know that there are truly exceptional, wonderful Doms out there.

[Logic1]

I agree and thanks for sharing this.
It is nice to know that there are truly exceptional, wonderful Doms out there.

just as there are truly exceptional, wonderful subs out there *smiles*

[Ozme52]

I agree and thanks for sharing this.
It is nice to know that there are truly exceptional, wonderful Doms out there.

Thank you cadence.

[MajesticFae]

So yummy.

[ladygstar]

I'm glad I suit the colour green...

...envy is a deadly sin and these post are giving me all sorts of sinful thoughts!

thanks Oz

[wingsofanangel]

woooooooooooooooow.

Oz I am so jealous of this girl...

wow..wow...wow....

[wingsofanangel]

I would also like to say...

I recently let a Dom on this board know of a wet naughty dream I had.... and so much of what you and your lady have said is exactly what I dreamt about..

nothing overly sexual.. but so gentle... erotic.. caring... what I could not convey in the telling of my experience.. you both have captured the esscence of... I hope he knows now fully.. what a wonderful inpact he had on my mind. -evil grin-

-anya-

p.s. I am not mentioning his name because I do not know if he would mind me telling others that I had a fantasy about him.. however I am not at all ashamed.. just so he knows.

[tessa]

Incredible.

My sincere gratitude for sharing.

tessa

[gagged_Louise]

Great, and I have to hear more about the other people Oz has been meeting on his "tour", one friend in particular.

[gloombunny]

Oh my.

The word "control" has taken on a new and delectable meaning for me.

[BeautifulOblivion]

Oh my. That was beautiful and so erotic.

[Ozme52]

Great, and I have to hear more about the other people Oz has been meeting on his "tour", one friend in particular.

Who might that be louise?

[Ozme52]

Oh my. That was beautiful and so erotic.

Thanks, I'll pass the sentiment along.

[Ozme52]

There's more...




You continue to give me an amazing gift...

This accounting is much harder to write. So much of what I remember is just impressions, I was so overwhelmed by need, curiosity, nervousness, fear, desire and then orgasms that I was incapable of thinking coherently from start to finish.

I had spent the morning at work - my mind full of memories of our lunch the day before and my body yearning to know what it would feel like to submit to you. Alone, where you could lead me where I so desperately wanted to go, where your experience would enable you to take from me exactly what you wanted. Take control - take my mind, my body, my senses on an incredible ride. I was getting absolutely no work done.

During lunch, I wrote down my perceptions of the day before as you requested. My mind began to calm, my body to settle. At that moment, you called. I had to laugh as I answered the phone - what little bit of sanity I'd managed to gain was gone immediately. When you told me that your plans for rest of your stay had fallen through and you were leaving, unless I wanted to see you again, I realized that I was letting an amazing opportunity slip away. I wanted to see you. I asked if we could get together to talk - your reply was exactly what I needed. "Yes," you said, "but I'm warning you, I want you on your knees - I want to use you - and I will push if you meet me." Knowing this, my desire to really know what you could show me grew even more. Gently, you asked me to decide and call soon.

I already knew the answer. Yes, yes, oh God please yes. My insides were screaming it - my mind was filled with it. Five minutes later I called you back, surprising you not because of the decision, but because I made it so quickly.

I only had a few hours to spend with you. I couldn't bear the thought of wasting them at work.

That afternoon I had no business driving to you - I could barely think. It's a miracle I came to you in one piece.

You were waiting for me outside when I arrived - we sat on a bench while we exchanged how are yous and then simply looked at each other. Again, I could hardly meet your eyes. That's all it took. When you asked if I wanted to come in, I think I had to say "yes" twice because the first one was only breathed out. By now, I was shaking with nervousness from head to toe. I so very much didn't want you to see it. But you did.

When we entered the room, I sat down in the only comfortable chair. Not smart, huh? My legs couldn't hold me up any longer at that moment. Pulling up the ottoman, you sat in front of me, taking my hands, asking me if I had any concerns we needed to talk about. All I could remember was "no marks". But somehow (I don't know how), I knew it would be okay. I knew you would take good care of me and not push me anywhere I couldn't go. I also knew that my inexperience as well as the limit would reduce your enjoyment and render my submissiveness less pleasing to you, while I would be getting the greater benefit and enjoyment. When I shared my concern, you smiled and told me you were enjoying yourself already.

Describing the basic positions you preferred, you explained that I would be expected to assume each one as commanded. You asked me what safeword I was used to using and told me you would listen for that, but if I really wanted to get your attention that you responded most quickly to "Mercy". You reminded me that you weren't my master - that beginning at that moment I was to call you "Milord" - although if I slipped up and called you "Sir" it was okay. I replied, "Yes, Milord", pronouncing the term incorrectly. Patiently, you had me repeat it several times until I got it right.

You asked if I was scared and I said "a little". I lied. I was terrified. Not of you - of me, of the situation, of what I was about to do. But my complete capitulation to your dominance, my need to please you and my own desire outweighed the fear.

Then, you asked if I was ready. I whispered, "Yes, Milord." "Stand up", you said, pointing to a spot in front of you. I did, looking into your eyes, feeling myself falling away...

[bad_kitty_77]

You plan to share Mr. Oz, or you just blowin' smoke up our asses?

[Ozme52]

...



I stood before you, waiting for what I’d been wanting to hear since
the day before – your voice, telling me to take off my clothes. And
you did. Instantly, my brain woke up and started a
stream-of-consciousness, fear-based litany: “What should I take off first? Top or
bottom? Which is sexier? Damn, I read this recently and now I can’t
remember! What if he doesn’t like my body? I like my body, but maybe he
prefers bigger breasts, a plumper ass, paler skin...What if I trip?
What if I fall? God, that’d be embarrassing…”. Then, I became
aware that some time had passed and I was still standing there, fully
clothed, and you were still waiting. Already, I was messing up.

I could hardly look at you as I undressed. And when I stumbled you
held out your hand to steady me. Thank you for that – I really needed
to feel you at that very moment. I had remembered your disappointment
at lunch when I told I did have panties on and had removed them before
leaving work, hoping that you’d be pleased. As a result, when my
jeans were off, that was it. I stood there, fighting my fear and instinct
to cover myself even as I felt proud. While you looked. Just looked.

“Turn around.” I did, and you looked some more. Trembling, inside
and out, I finally felt your hands touch me – a stroke, a gentle
squeeze, a slight pinch. I could sense your body behind me, the heat and
power and control you exuded. Even as I write this, days later, I can
feel your hands on me and my mind and body respond.

My breath became trapped in my throat and as my vision began to blur
you moved away, directing me to assume the first position you had taught.
I hesitated – my body frozen – you turned back to me and
said…something…I can’t remember what, but I perceived it as now and I
dropped to my knees. It felt…inevitable…and another piece of my soul
surrendered to you.

For the next little while you amused yourself, taking me through each
basic submissive position, correcting my posture, widening my knees,
dispensing praise as I came closer to your ideal. At the same time, there
were smiles and some laughter, from both of us. Thank you for giving
me those little breaks, times that I could take a deep breath even as
my entire being fell further under the spell you were casting, further
into your control.

Oz, from here forward my memory is like a deck of cards that was in
order but got dropped on the floor. No matter how hard I try, I can’t
pick them up in the correct order, so instead I’ll write each
sensation I experienced separately.

Spankings:
Your big, hard hand on my ass felt like it belonged there. The first
few swats startled me, and I pulled away slightly. “Present your ass
to me,” you demanded. I arched my back and tilted my tailbone
upward. After my body adjusted to the position and my mind to the sting, my
ass began to sway to meet each strike. I began to crave them, feeling
the rhythm: pain/pleasure, absence of pain and a spreading warmth,
anticipation of the next one… You stopped too soon, but you told me that
if you continued, you’d be breaking the “no marks” rule – that
my ass was already red. Sigh…
There was another place to play, though: your hand, patting my pussy, a
little harder, then harder, and harder as I spread my knees wider,
wider, wider yet, then your fingers inside me and on me, until I came.
And again. And then again. And right here, right now, remembering, I
want to come again.

Your voice:
“Don’t bite your lip”, as I struggle internally to take more,
give more… Now I hear your voice, saying “don’t”, every time I
worry my lips with my teeth.
“Come for me now” – how could I not? My senses were bombarded
with you – your voice, your scent, your control, your sureness, even
your arrogance – I felt like your toy, one you could play with as you
chose, and you know how to get the most out of your toys, don’t you?
You said that phrase many times that afternoon and my body obeyed each
time.
“Undress me”. I looked at your sandals, momentarily confused by
the intricacies of two Velcro straps. See what you did to my brain,
something I’m pretty damn proud of? Of course I began to unfasten the
wrong strap and you reached down, moved my hand to the correct place,
saying “Here.” When I got to your belt, you’d wrapped the end so it
wouldn’t come loose easily. Seeing my bewilderment, you laughed
softly. When I figured it out and had it almost off, you instructed me,
“Double it over and hand it to me.” Another wall of resistance
within crumbled.

The belt:
Just knowing you held it went straight to my head. I began to believe
even deeper that I was truly exactly where I was supposed to be, at
your feet. What a powerful symbol of dominance a belt is when it’s held
by a man who knows how to use it and is willing to do so. You wrapped
the belt around each breast, pulling it tight until I gasped. You
couldn’t use it on my ass, my back, my shoulders, as I longed for, but I
could see that you wanted to, very much.

[Ozme52]

..



More words:
Me, on my knees, your growing rod in front of my mouth, as you say,
“Thank me.” I do, with your hands in my hair, gripping my head,
directing my mouth, my tongue, my whole body…
“I want to feel those long legs around me,” as you enter me…oh
how good that felt…
“Ah, there’s the look I wanted to see,” after God knows how many
orgasms, as I laid back in the bed, grinning…
“Take a deep breath,” as you pinched my nose, sliding your cock
deep into my mouth and holding it there, holding me there, then doing it
over and over…
“It’s okay if you don’t say Milord every time.” I had been
forgetting sometimes and knew as soon as I did. You read my face, my
disappointment in myself and my submission.
“How many times have you come?” That question froze me, my mind
raced as I wondered, “Crap, was I supposed to count?” “I don’t
know, a lot”, I replied and you smiled and said “Good.”

The clamps:
Oh, yes, the clamps. A chain of them. In your hands. I couldn’t
even look. I was too mortified by my own inexperience. A clamp on each
nipple, one down below, right below my clit, I fought to hold position
and completely stopped breathing. “Breathe,” you said, while you
fondled the chain, pulling just slightly. The lower clamp really hurt
– you knew that, didn’t you – yet I did not want to beg mercy and
disappoint you. When I said, “it burns,” you instructed me to take
a deep breath and you removed it, reaching out to catch me as I almost
collapsed to the floor. It felt like a long time, but really it was
only there for a few seconds. Once again, I felt like I had failed.
You were ready to move on though, and removed the nipple clamps,
replacing them with another pair tied together with a thin chain which you
placed in my mouth. “Hurt yourself,” you ordered, fondling me,
soothing me, making me wetter. With each wave of the building orgasm, my head
stretched higher, pulling the chain tighter, until I came.

The flogger:
On my breasts, my pussy, my ass – I regret that I couldn’t give
more. Then, when you showed me your new flogger – one you hadn’t even
used yet, with thick, braided strands – and told me you didn’t
know if it would leave marks or not, so better not use it – the utter
disappointment I felt must have shown on my face, because you gave me a
taste. Just a little, probably as gently as you’re able, and I loved
it and wanted more. There could be no “more”, though.

The crop:
You didn’t even use the crop. You just showed it to me, saying
“Maybe next time.” My knees went weak as I imagined what you could do
to my body with a crop, what intense sensations you could produce.

Your hand at my throat, fingers pressing under my ears as you explained
to me how the pressure worked, allowing me breath, yet stealing it at
the same time. “You like that, don’t you? You need to be
controlled completely,” you said softly. I came again.

As the afternoon wound down, you bundled me into the shower, telling me
I smelled like you. Your experience again showed, as you produced
unscented soap, recommending that I use it so no one would know. You
watched me bathe my skin, waiting patiently for me to realize that the
scene wasn’t over, that I still had things to do for you. While I
rinsed, you told me that if we ever saw each other again, you’d teach me
how to come at the sound of your voice saying the word “Come”, and in
fact, you thought I could do it right then. You were right.
“Come” you said, and I did, surprising myself. Not you though. You knew.
When I was done, I asked if you’d like me to bathe you. “Yes”,
you said – you’d been waiting. I bathed your feet, your calves
and thighs (you have really strong, muscular thighs, which I admire
greatly) your stomach, arms, back and ass. “You aren’t done yet,” you
informed me and when my brow furrowed, you reminded me that I needed
to wash your cock and balls. I thought I had, but obviously not well
enough. I kept that thought to myself.

We got dressed, talking about whether we’d have the opportunity to
see each other next year. Walking to my car, we both expressed our
enjoyment of the afternoon. As I climbed behind the wheel, you thanked me
for the day and reiterated how much you had enjoyed it. My inner
smart-ass decided to make an appearance as I replied, “Not me. Hated every
minute of it. It was awful.” And I shut my car door, laughing.

Driving away, the realization hit me. Even if we never saw each other
again, you owned a piece of my soul, forever.

[Ozme52]

You plan to share Mr. Oz, or you just blowin' smoke up our asses?


Sorry, I was struggling with a technical issue and just went back and edited the first teaser...

so go back and read the first of the rest of it.

[bad_kitty_77]

<<---This kitty's curiosity is thoroughly aroused...I'm sure everyone else will be chiming in soon enough. :)

[bad_kitty_77]

Me thinks if you two ever meet again, you'll both quite enjoy the punishment for that "inner smart ass" slip. :D

[Logic1]

I simply cant think of anything good to say more than "lovely and congratulations"
I hope you two get to have more fun together :)

[Xavier]

I suddenly feel very much like taking a trip...

Outstanding thread Oz. My congratulations to you and our mysterious narrator for such a wonderfully erotic encounter. As an Emerald City guard once said: "The Great and Powerful Oz has got matters well in hand" - seems he was right.

[cariad]

hmmmmmmmmm......

[tessa]

What a wonder....

[wingsofanangel]

-speechless-!!!!!

[thelorax]

*throb* I'm so glad I signed on here! I've only experienced anything remotely similar once, and it was the most powerful experience I've ever had. Reading posts like yours help me understand WHY I reacted the way I did.

And the dom prospective makes me hopeful that perhaps he too was affected by the intensity I felt.

Please keep sharing; its invaluable to at least this newbie!

[Logic1]

And the dom prospective makes me hopeful that perhaps he too was affected by the intensity I felt.

nice for us Doms to read the sub perspective too *smiles*

[Rhabbi]

Amazing Oz, thank you for the glimpse of a fairy tale come true.

[Ozme52]

I'm working on my perspective of the scene/play. It bogs down... a few words, gotta go relieve my... tension. Reread it and change her from third person past tense to first person present tense... it sounds so much more personal... but makes for more tension to relieve.

First person is so... real. Too much of a reminder. So back to third person... just so I can try to finish it... more lumber to whittle down.

I'm working on it. Patience.

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I know... as one vulture said to another... "To hell with patience, I'm gonna go kill me something."

[cariad]

But what about your avid readers, and the tension they are experiencing in waiting, not to mention the tension they are not experiencing in waiting.

cariad

[Rhabbi]

Awaiting hearing your thoughts Oz.

[Hime]

Um, wow. Wow.

You're both wonderful writers. She did a great job of describing a feeling that is happily familiar to me. :)

[Sir_G]

Absolutely sublime Oz and thanks to the mystery lady. These are moments that define who and what we are.

I'm lost in a surreal world after reading it. Very powerful.

[jeanne]

I've read this thread I don't know how many times - it's addictive. I, too, am waiting to hear from you, Oz.

[gagged_Louise]

Me too, can't deny the throbbing pleasure incited by this...

[pixie_dust]

Mmmm....that's gotta be just about every subbies favorite fantasy. *pants*

[Ozme52]

Mmmm....that's gotta be just about every subbies favorite fantasy. *pants*

Am I your fantasy? :rolleyes:

[Ozme52]

I could give a dozen reasons, the serendipity of the meeting, a connection, but it comes down to chemistry. You felt it and I saw it in you, but make no mistake, I felt it too... and having felt it before, I know better than to let it slip away.

So I change my plans and the next morning I call you. Explain that there's an opportunity to act on your feelings, on mine. It's a hard decision for you. We just met. Haven't even corresponded outside of a brief "hello," "how are you," and "wouldn't it be nice to have lunch." Yet here I am making you go further, take a risk, all on the brief impressions of a mere 4 hours.

"You know you want to... So you have a decision to make. Think about it carefully, call me with your decision."

I have done the hard part for me... deciding to not wait, to push you now, to make you come to grips with your immediate needs and forget about what's logical.

Five minutes, ten, I don't know exactly. I just remember I was surprised it had taken so little time... but I already knew the answer. Like a jury bringing in a verdict within an hour. I knew the answer was "Yes, I'll meet you again."

You tell me where you will be, where to meet you. I know that will result in a repeat of yesterday. I want more. You need more.

"No, you come here. Pick me up at my hotel."

But I know that we won't leave, and that it must be here... where there is a room to go to.

The time is set. A few short hours. There won't be a lot of time. You have commitments and no time in which to resolve them. So what do I wish to accomplish. To give you your glimpse into submission beyond what you've experienced certainly. Something intense? Or a little taste of everything you told me yesterday. And of course, if I want to fully enthrall you to me... it must be a buffet table of all the naughty tidbits you crave.. So I lay out what little equipment I have with me. (There's not a lot of extra room on a motorcycle.) Some to show you, some to use on you. And then I go downstairs to wait.

I wait for you outside on an entryway bench. I distract myself with a paper and suddenly I see you walking up. You are all that I remember and more. I stand and look down into your eyes. You look scared, but I see it’s not me who scares you. So I sit you down on the bench. You are a bit unsteady as you sit beside me. My hand takes yours... and I watched you literally steel your resolve. That is all it takes, just the one moment of contact and yesterday takes up right where we left off.

"Do you want to come up?"

No pleasantries, no small talk. And no doubt in my mind that it was a rhetorical question. I stand and lead you inside even as you oh so softly voice your answer. Yet I want you to hear yourself acquiesce. So I ask again even as we enter the hotel.

"Do you want to come up to my room?"

and this time there is strength in your answer.

"Yes."

The foyer, elevator, the hallway. Each a hurdle. People all around watching the handsome/gorgeous couple stride through their midst. They naturally part as we invade their space as I lead you to my lair. The prey is caught and I am about to savor the reward.

The room is ready. The door closes. I know you won't turn back but I let you know the opportunity remains. I see your resolve is fixed and firm. And now I must unbalance you so that you can see your path.

"Take off your clothes!"

It is always unsettling to be told to strip away your clothes and expose yourself for the first time. You stand and lift your blouse over your head. Your eyes avert as you unsnap the fastenings of your bra but I see you looking to see if I am watching... to see my reaction. You stand for a moment expecting...? a reaction from me? but I tell you to finish.

"The pants."

If I would have called you earlier in the morning I would have told you to wear a skirt but the meeting was in essence impromptu. Still, as you lower them over your hips I smile as you reveal you are naked underneath. I am pleased with your foresight, your desire to please me. I am more than pleased with your body.

I take your arm and lead you to kneel on the floor.

"This is position #1. You use it to meditate, to revel in your submission, to find balance in your life."

My voice firm yet softly spoken into your ear as I kneel over you from behind. Your body trembles as my hands roam up and down your flanks and my torso pushes against your back.

"This is position #2." I have you rise on your knees; lift your hands to clasp behind your neck. It is so your master can inspect you.”

I fondle your nipples, big, dark, turgid, set perfectly on your breasts. Easily handled, tweaked. Responsive nipples. I weigh your tits in my hand; squeeze them to elicit a gasping response. Then harder. My thumbs and fingers take your nipples and I test your threshold for pain. Softly at first but an ever tightening of my grip. I hear your breath rush in as you take the squeezing pressure and more. I can suddenly smell you even more strongly as your pussy must be gushing. So of course I check and of course you are extremely wet. I slide a finger in easily, fondle your lips, encase your entire pussy in my hand. Inward again I stroke and find the spongy flesh of your g-spot. I stroke it and agitate the tender flesh until I feel it engorging. You audibly gasp, breath becoming ragged and your body sways as you try to maintain the position.

"Cum"

It is the first of what will be many.

I put you on your chest and knees, ass high in the air. You remember the conversation and your hands reach beneath and between your legs to grasp your ankles.

"This is position #3. It too is a position for inspection... also for punishment... also so you can properly service your master."

My hand delves deeply into you and I force you to cum again... and again... and yet again. Once again I stroke your g-spot, tapping it with my fingertip over and over as if pummeling you with a cockhead. Again you cum. I circle your cervix with my finger and press the center and ease it into the entrance of your womb... I feel you both evade and accept the intrusion and then return to your g-spot and force another orgasm from your pussy.

Perhaps you are ready to relax and luxuriate in what has been achieved but I make you get back on your knees.

"Take off my clothes."

First my shirt though I help you a bit so you may remain kneeling as I stand before you. Shoes, socks... my pants. Then my shorts as you reveal for the first time my engorging cock. You look at it looming in front of your face. I wrap both my hands into your hair, your hands drop into your lap and you open your mouth.

I could describe it all but could never do it justice. Suffice to say there isn’t enough time. Your body, your laugh, your submission. All so heady and inspiring. A taste of my hand, a taste of the flogger. I remember leading you off the floor onto the bed by your hair. Rolling you onto your back, head over the edge of the bed so I could guide my cock down your throat. Your acceptance, your enthusiasm to experience your submission, submitting to my will… all so stimulating to my senses. I sample more of your body. The feel of your legs wrapping around me. The heat of your sex. The feel as your body vibrates in orgasmic frenzy… And then the blissful laugh as your mind returns.

I send you to the shower. We wash. A pleasure I particularly enjoy though we don’t have the time to languish under the spray. You begin to return to yourself… sending your submissive self to the background. I lean in, whisper in your ear.

“Cum for me.”

Your eyes snap to mine in surprise. Your legs falter. I grasp you under your arms and take all your weight into my arms. You surrender and cum for me, by the power of my voice alone. It is too much for me to resist and I assault your senses again. Push you against the bathroom door. Put your arms over your head as if you were suspended from the sill. First face to face as I drive you back into submission. Then I turn you and press myself into your ass… just to tease you before you leave… so you leave wanting more. The last thing you feel is my cock pressing between the lips of your sex.

We dress and I escort you back to your car. Your demeanor is different now. Your stance somehow more confident. I am only sorry that it is already over. We merely tasted the edges. You say you made a snippy comment but I think it was sub-vocalized, (no pun intended but… heh heh) for I didn’t hear it… but should we meet again, what better excuse to teach you how to count out a punishment.

Will we?



Sorry I made you wait.

[jeanne]

Mmmmm. Nothing else to say, just mmmmm.

[annie]

OMG Oz.... not sure i can say anything else....

[angelic.zest]

*speechless* panting softly ...

[pixie_dust]

Thanks so much for sharing the "Dom" perspective of your story. It's so nice to see things from "the other side" as a subbie. :)



Am I your fantasy?

Hmmmmm

[lilwolfgirl22]

All I can say is that I sincerely wish that I could write with such elegance, and such detail. You both are very talented writers, as I see the scene unfolding in my head as I read. You both seem fortunate to have had such a wonderful experience together.

[Rhabbi]

Nice

[tessa]

Sorry I made you wait.

:) No you aren't, but you saying it made me smile.

Oh yes, quite addictive...if you're into that sort of thing. :blurp_ani

Thank you so much for sharing, Mr. Oz.

:wave:

[wingsofanangel]

-whimpers-

I waaaant that!

[Ozme52]

-whimpers-

I waaaant that!

I make house calls. :)

[wingsofanangel]

haha.. I don't think your motorcycle will ever bring you to me.. I am quite far across the great ol nation for you. :(

[Ozme52]

haha.. I don't think your motorcycle will ever bring you to me.. I am quite far across the great ol nation for you. :(

Actually, I have a road trip planned for next spring/summer that will hit the four corners of the lower 48 and selected places along the way. The details aren't planned yet... weg... would you like to be a selected place? :cool:

[NightNurse]

Actually, I have a road trip planned for next spring/summer that will hit the four corners of the lower 48 and selected places along the way. The details aren't planned yet... weg... would you like to be a selected place? :cool:

Would like to put in my request...

[princess_of_pain]

G*##@^! m&%#%!@*^ h$**!!! Every time I read this thread, it provokes my envy. *Sigh* Life would be so much simpler if I were frigid...

[Logic1]

everytime I read this thread I feel happy :)

[princess_of_pain]

everytime I read this thread I feel happy :)

LOL Maybe because (unlike me), you're actually gettin' some? :hubba:

[slaveangel{HM}]

Wow........

I am finding it very hard to express what I want to say after reading this...so many thoughts and feelings...

[Naomisagoodgirl]

Those were fantastic, Oz. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Logic1]

LOL Maybe because (unlike me), you're actually gettin' some? :hubba:

unless you count online fun well I am in the same boat as you..
it still brings a smile to my face though ;)
I am one of those people that enjoys other peoples happiness alot.

[annie]

*sighs* rereading this thread.... just amazing....

Thank you for sharing!

[Alex Bragi]

*just sighs and smiles*

[Playfulsub]

Oh, wow. Wow. Just wow!

[gloombunny]

Actually, I have a road trip planned for next spring/summer that will hit the four corners of the lower 48 and selected places along the way. The details aren't planned yet... weg... would you like to be a selected place? :cool:
Is Seattle on the itinerary again? :)

[Ozme52]

Is Seattle on the itinerary again? :)

Yes. It's definitely one of the corners.
I have a sister there... so you never know when I might show up. :rolleyes:

[sipgirl]

Boy Oz...thats all i can say boy oh boy!!!

[gloombunny]

Yes. It's definitely one of the corners.
I have a sister there... so you never know when I might show up. :rolleyes:
Well, give me some warning when you do so I can free some time. ^_^

[caligirl{Rob}]

just smiles!!! and sighs softly and then smiles again

hugs!
cali

[Echoes]

Thank you very much Oz for sharing this with us, sharing the beauty and joy, the journey from both perspectives, bringing about flushes and/or blushes...all of us wishing we were there, imagining it was one of us either with our own Master or with you.

You have always shared smiles as well as sincere advice and sound direction on this forum and those who know you are extremely lucky and blessed.

[sidhewolf]

Thank you very much Oz for sharing this with us, sharing the beauty and joy, the journey from both perspectives, bringing about flushes and/or blushes...all of us wishing we were there, imagining it was one of us either with our own Master or with you.

You have always shared smiles as well as sincere advice and sound direction on this forum and those who know you are extremely lucky and blessed.

Echoes Echoes Words! Totally Awesome Oz!

Respectfully~SidheWolf

[jtkarate01]

I think everyone else has said it for me.

But thanks you SOOOO much for sharing this with us Oz.

Like Logic I get pleasure from others' happiness.

And i hope ot hear more about this mystery lady soon :d

[Ozme52]

Preparations:


I am ready, anxious, waiting for the hours to pass now.

Talking to you online, flirting in the forums, chatting, talking on the phone and hearing your voice.

Bringing you to this point, where we will meet again, but this time without the need to rush. Yet what a rush it will be.

My preparations have been simple in terms of things. Yes, I have new restraints and fashioned a hogtie rigging... something I can quickly release if you discover it to be outside of your comfort zone... and a few small items I hope will make your breath catch in your throat.

But my preparations have been complex as well, for you are a complex person and all such meetings require a delicate touch. Perhaps an oxymoron to think in terms of being delicate and careful when my intent when I have you in my hands is to be firm and demanding. But until then, yes. Care to not frighten you off. Care to build your trust and self confidence.

This meeting will be unique. You already know me. Have met me. Have felt me. Those trepedations, those pre-meeting concerns don't exist. Yet you were skittish because you doubted yourself. Your own ability to be what I want you to be. And I hope I have by now assuaged those doubts... and that you are indeed ready for what is to come.




The time since we met has been long. And interesting. And exciting.
And incredible. Every day I thought about the time we spent together
in Minnesota, as well as the time we'll spend together in the future.
And now, the future is here. In less than 40 hours, I'll be with you
again. And finally, completely, be yours.

Preparing for the coming week has been an adventure. I've found myself
doing more shopping in the last few weeks than I've ever done in my
life! Some things I buy are at your request, some are items that I hope
will please you. I've learned over the last two months how important
it is to please you. How important to you and how important to me. I
love nothing better than to hear your voice, saying "Good girl".

Tonight, I packed. Each item from my closet or from a shopping bag was
examined. Some were tried on, again. As I worked my way through
closet, drawers, bags and boxes, I found myself thinking of your reaction.


"Would Oz like this? Would he find me sexy in this? Will he be
pleased? Oh, I hope he's pleased."

As I added each piece of clothing, each pair of shoes, to the suitcase,
I realized that I was getting wet. And when I tried on the special
outfit I bought, just for you, and looked at my image in the mirror...I
got really, really wet. I imagined your voice, directing me to bend
over. Telling me to flip up my skirt. Demanding that I count. And I
almost came, right then. But, I'm waiting for you, milord. Waiting for
reality to replace my fantasies and memories. Waiting for the
opportunity to please you, to sate you, to kneel for you and beg you and give
all I am to you. Waiting for more of what you only gave me a taste of
two months ago.

[Ozme52]

Enjoy...


THE FIRST NIGHT

When my plane landed, I became even more nervous than I had been.
While walking towards the baggage claim area where we were to meet, I was
eager to see you, with the tiniest bit of fear that you wouldn't be
there or that I would suddenly realize that I couldn't do this after all.
I was shaking inside. When I felt your arm slip around my waist from
behind and your body press against mine, that shaky feeling took over my
body. And you felt it. I could hardly look at you. I didn't want
you to see the nerves, the fear, the excitement, the uncertainty, the
sheer yearning that I knew had to be evident in my eyes.

You were taller, larger, more solid than I remembered. Even though my
heels almost brought me up to eye level, I was very aware of the fact
that you were bigger. Taller. Stronger. More powerful. And I loved
how that made me feel.

I barely remember waiting for the luggage, walking to your car, driving
to the hotel, checking in. I only can recall the relief I felt -
thank God He's here - and the sense of rightness that began blossoming
underneath the jumble of nerves.

Finally, we were in the suite. It was fascinating to watch you
evaluate the living room, the bathroom, the bedroom - not with an eye for
comfort, but examining the features and how you could use them. The
mirrored walls in the living area and bathroom, the presence of a
straight-backed chair, the bedroom window looking over the city, the size of the
bath/shower stall, the table were all deemed good. And the way you
teased me by putting me partway into the closet - just in case, you said,
laughing at the look on my face - was very gratifying.

Could you tell how scared I was? Not of you, milord...of the unknown.
Of failing you - failing to please you. Scared that I wouldn't be
able to meet your expectations and satisfy your desires and please you.

And then it began. Gently, yet firmly, you reminded me why I was there
when I began to unpack my bags. "No" you said, explaining that
I was to unpack yours first. And leave the top drawer of the dresser
empty. I put away your clothes and then you directed me to your
equipment bag - to remove each item and place it in the top drawer. And you
told me a little bit about some of the tools and toys, a little bit
about how you might use some of them. I kept my mouth shut, partly because
I was stunned at what you were saying and partly because I didn't want
to completely show my ignorance of what some of the items could or
would be used for. But, removing each piece from the bag increased my
feeling of fragility, of vulnerability, of submission and I could feel
myself getting wetter and wetter and wetter and more and more ready for
you.

At last your bags were empty and I began unpacking my own. You didn't
let me finish though. You'd been waiting for 2 months and your
patience was at an end.

Into the shower we went, to wash off the travel dust we had both
accumulated. Beginning at your feet, I lathered, rinsed and then caressed
your body with my hands and mouth. I had forgotten how big and solid you
are - it took me a while to work my way up your body. I loved every
moment. I could feel your enjoyment and your attention as I knelt at
your feet, the water streaming down our bodies. Each touch of my hands,
my mouth, my body to yours felt a little more right, a little more
arousing. And each time you touched me, I shivered inside with
anticipation and need. It had been a week since my last orgasm, and I was more
than ready.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried your body, then my own. And then,
your hand was in my hair, holding me, controlling me, propelling me
into the bedroom... And here, as before, is when my memory fogs up. What
did we do first? What next? And then after that?

[Logic1]

:wow_nbs::whip::starwars:
I need more words :p

[Ozme52]

Continuing on with the first night.


Handcuffs - I'd never felt them on my wrists before, never actually
been restrained with my hands behind my back before. It was frightening
and extremely exciting. Flogging - without concern this time for marks
that might be left and so much more intense than the last time. And I
found that I loved it. And you knew I did. Those wicked, wicked
clamps, one on each breast, one on my clit - and it hurt as much as I
remembered. But this time, I didn't ask you to remove them. This time I
worked on processing the pain, riding the pain, cumming through the pain,
to please you. I had promised myself that I would give you all I could
and more. I had promised the same to you. I had no intention of
crying mercy at the first difficult moment.

And when I finally had your cock in my mouth, then in my cunt, feeling
what you'd already done to my body, feeling my mind as far into
submission as I'd ever been, I felt home. I felt yours. We fucked for hours
- it didn't just seem like hours, it really was. Throughout the night,
grabbing moments of sleep until one of us would wake up and reach for
the other, into the morning...it felt like you'd never get enough of
being inside me, under me, over me...and I felt the same. What
submissive could fail to feel special and wanted when subjected to that level of
desire? I asked for each orgasm you gave me, sometimes begging,
sometimes pleading. And when you commanded, demanded, called for it -
another orgasm would roll through my body, for you. For your pleasure.

[Ozme52]

ESTABLISHING A ROUTINE



On awakening Tuesday, our morning routine for the rest of the week was
established. I'd wake up, make coffee, bring you a cup and lie back
down with you until you woke. Then we'd talk and play. Afterwards, we'd
go downstairs for breakfast. We'd each order our food from the chefs
and then I'd get coffee and juice for us both. I loved doing these
small services for you, taking care of you, ensuring your mundane needs
were being met, just as I strived to meet your more intense, erotic
desires. Each day held something new - a new challenge, a new feeling, a
new toy or tool or implement of pleasure.

Over the course of the next few days, wearing clothes began to feel
unnatural. I spent most of the time we were alone naked, as you wished.
Ready, accessible, near at hand...

[Ozme52]

NEW EXPERIENCES



You wound the rope around my chest and shoulders and waist, pulling it
a little tighter with each circuit, with each precise placement until
the entire upper half of my body was tightly bound - to the point I
could barely breathe. The feeling of constriction was incredibly erotic.
Watching your face as you contemplated your work, seeing your smile of
satisfaction at a job well done, filled me with happiness.

What to say about the collar and leash? I lifted my hair when you
began to wrap the collar around my neck, giving you a physical means to
control me. And felt humbled. As you tightened the fit, something inside
me let go. Another wall between us crumbled, and I felt even more
yours. Yours to control, yours to play with, yours to own. And then, the
leash. It felt the slightest bit dehumanizing, but not in an
uncomfortable way. It was simply another symbol of your control, another part
of reminding me that I was no longer 'independent me', but rather, your
submissive, your property, to do with as you chose. Yours - mind,
body and soul. You knew that it would happen that way, that my mind would
shift another gear into submission - it was what you wanted. At that
moment, I really began to believe that you would have all of me. No
matter what. And I felt a sense of relief and began to settle into that
submissive feeling in a way I had previously only dreamed of.

Wednesday afternoon, you reminded me that our friend was expecting a
call. You and she had talked, teasingly, about letting her listen in to
us. She had told you, and me, that she was interested. But I truly
didn't believe that you would do it until you told me to get my phone.
And when I called her and told her why I was calling - that it was for
her to enjoy - her gasp of "oh my God" followed by a joyful squeal sent
a chill through me. You really were going to do this. At the first
blow from your hand on my ass, my first count, "One, milord, may I have
another", knowing she was listening...my mind went somewhere else and I
could only feel. And count. Higher and higher. Hearing her whispered
"oh yes, you are so beautiful" in my ear thrilled me and I handed you
the phone - I couldn't hold it any longer. My hands, my whole body,
was limp.

Then the paddle. I'd never felt it before...she was still
listening...my mind was gone...so you had to remind me, on the third stroke, to
count. I had forgotten. Then you handed the phone back to me. And let
me cum. Again and again. So did she. You liked that, didn't you,
milord? Controlling me and by extension controlling her - how powerful you
must have felt. I hope you were pleased. And when the phone call
ended, you took me again, my mouth, my pussy. Of course, by now they were
no longer mine. They were yours. Your mouth, open. Your cunt,
dripping. Your ass, throbbing. By sharing me in that way, you increased
your claim upon me. Another step in my submission to you was complete.

[Ozme52]

Changing the pace.


By Thursday morning, I was a little worried. You had been wonderful -
involved, engaged, firm yet gentle - perhaps a little too gentle. I
wanted more. And I wondered if you were disappointed in me. If I wasn't
what you had expected. As it turned out, my worries were groundless.
Because when I woke you up Thursday morning, I didn't wake up the Oz
I'd spent the last 2+ days with. I woke up a Dom. And you kept me in
my place as your submissive for the entire day. Both mentally and
physically.

From the moment you opened your eyes, you took me over. And I thrilled
to your dominance, your control. When you tied my wrists and arms
behind my back, my insides were saying "oh yes". When you bent me over
the side of the bed and slid your cock into my ass, I dissolved. I
couldn't move, couldn't control the depth, couldn't stop you...and you felt
amazing. Powerful. Strong. And I felt used. Taken. Utterly
submissive. And when you asked me how it felt, asked me if you were hurting
me, asked if I wanted more, I couldn't lie. Yes, it hurt. Yes, I
wanted more. Yes, please, harder. I came, came, came again. Your voice,
in my ear, telling me "You'll do anything for me, won't you?" and the
sound of my own voice, responding, "Yes, milord, I will. Anything.
Anything to please you, whatever you want, whatever you choose... please
milord, harder" sent me right over the edge of sanity. I felt completely
possessed, completely owned, completely yours. And completely happy.

[tired.of.vanilla{DJ}]

*sighs* beautiful....

[delish]

This thread makes me feel happy. :)

[Ozme52]

Thanks tov.
Glad to make you happy delish.


Another evening...I dressed deliberately to please you. Even more so
than thus far. A red corset, a black leather skirt, garter belt,
stockings, high, high heels. And you were pleased and proud of me, proud of
my desire to satisfy you in all ways. Proud of yourself that you'd
taken me there, mentally.

After supper, you had planned another new experience for me. When I
saw the bed with the ties and hardware all positioned for use and
realized that finally you were going to lay me out, completely helpless,
completely defenseless, secured completely open...

You left me dressed, only removing the skirt, and tied me down. When
you took out the flogger, when you covered my eyes, I almost panicked.
I was, for a moment, truly afraid. But, each stroke, each gradually
increasing sensation felt better and better. Even as the feeling crossed
from pure pleasure to moments of pain, I still wanted more. I wanted
to take more for you. Needed to give you all you wanted, be it my
pleasure or my pain. And again that night, after you'd expertly played and
played with my body, you took my ass. Oh my God, milord. It felt so
good, so right, for you to take that most private part of me again.

Finally, our last night together, you tied my entire torso, including a
crotch rope. You used it to carry me around! I could not believe it.
Then, stretching out on the bed, you watched me fuck the rope for
you. Cum for you, each time you commanded. For nearly an hour. I had no
concept of time going by...it felt like only a few moments. I hope
you were entertained as you expected, milord. And when I was exhausted,
when I thought I'd had all the orgasms I could, you took more. Took
me. Used all of my by now exhausted body for your own pleasure.

Sunday morning it was time to go. I hated to leave, milord. Packing
was sad. Getting dressed to go home felt strange. You made me feel
good though and we spent the morning talking and laughing. I remember
standing in the middle of the sitting room, arms and legs spread, asking
you to check for marks. After you pronounced me mark-free, you just
looked. And finally, shaking your head, stated "No time" and grinned.
There was no time left. We needed to leave for the airport.


But wait!

There's more.

[NightNurse]

Thank you for sharing all of the lovely details.. So happy for both of you! :)
Now stop teasing and tell us what the "more" is!!!

[Ozme52]

Thank you for sharing all of the lovely details.. So happy for both of you! :)
Now stop teasing and tell us what the "more" is!!!

Demanding or humbly requesting?


YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH

I cannot even remember how many times you filled my mouth, milord.
Every morning, every evening, again and again. Lying on the bed, me bent
over you. On my knees before you, your hands wrapped in my hair or
holding the leash taut or pinching my nostils closed while you demand
"Swallow". Sliding your fingers around my neck to feel the effort I was
making to take you all the way down my throat. And that last time, when
we accidentally found just the right angle to allow my throat to open,
your cock plunging deep, my nose pressed tightly against your stomach
while you held my head there...oh my gosh, milord. I was scared and
happy and excited and proud all at the same time. I want to give you that
again.

[Ozme52]

and...


QUIET MOMENTS

One of the things we did Tuesday was go for a drive. It was overcast
and sprinkling rain, but I didn't care. Which you know is so not me - I
whine when the temperature drops below 75 and the sun isn't shining -
but I enjoyed the time with you, talking, laughing and sometimes just
riding. It amazes me the amount of time that week that we spent
together not talking, just comfortable in each other's company. That's rare,
I think.

Another day, another drive - a beautiful afternoon with the top down.
You drove around, we mostly didn't talk...and it was so calm, so
peaceful, so nice. I felt no sense of urgency, no thought that you'd rather
be doing something else. We were in tune.

So often we'd just be sitting or lying down...and I'd realize that I'd
never felt such a sense of rightness within myself. You gave me that
gift milord. I can never thank you enough...but I'll certainly try!

When we were out, walking around, I felt so safe and protected and
cared for, milord. That was a totally new feeling for me. I liked it.
Actually, I adored it. Holding my hand, placing me on your far side when
others would pass too close...I felt treasured.

[Ozme52]

PROMISES

Tuesday evening, I began to fulfill a promise to you. During the
course of our conversations over the last two months, I had agreed to
provide you with a lingerie show while we were together. So I did. But, it
was a short show. The second ensemble, the green embroidered corset
with stockings and heels, was apparently extremely pleasing to you. At
that point, the show was over and you took the control back. Of course,
I was thrilled and grateful to have that arousing an effect on you.
And we had another night of little sleep.

Another evening I tried again. And again, the lingerie show ended
prematurely. The white mesh top, tight on my body, reaching only to the
top of my hips...you had fun pulling my nipples through the holes in the
mesh, teasing them, enlarging them - and then pinching, tugging,
hurting - a hurt I feel like a bolt of lightening straight to my clit, a gush
of heat straight to my cunt.


Try, try... try again.

[Ozme52]

...


SHOPPING

Shopping with you was quite an experience, milord. Anyone encountering
you in the course of a normal day would never know who you really are
as a Dominant. You are friendly and kind and gentle with those you
meet. It was quite the odd feeling to know that the tone of voice you use
to address others so kindly could, with different words, convey a
completely different meaning. And, alternatively, the same words, spoken
in that firm, hard, "You will not deny me" tone of voice could have a
completely different meaning too.

[angelic.zest]

wow, wow!!

[Ozme52]

FINAL THOUGHTS


There's so much of our time together unwritten, milord. Moments I've
forgotten, some I hold too closely to write about. But each one,
documented here or not, was special and wonderful and exciting.

Looking back over the last few months, I smile. You've enriched my
life in ways both obvious and hidden. The knowledge that I please you,
that you want more, that I need more, that together, we'll have more...is
the most wonderful gift to me. We've shared so much with each other
and have barely scratched the surface. You are everything my submissive
self needs. You make me laugh until I cry. You make me breathless
with need. You make me speechless with shock. You make me red with
embarrassment. All these things, all the emotions, all my desire to give
is exactly what you want. I'm so grateful, milord. Grateful that you
are who you are and that you want me. The me that I buried for so long.
The me that I've yearned to be. The me that I need to be, for you.

The week that we spent together in October - our first time together
since we first met in August - was the most amazing week of my life.
Every day was exhilarating. From the moment I felt your body against mine
in the airport until the moment we kissed goodbye, I felt as if I was
exactly where I was supposed to be. With you. Being yours. Being
used by you. Serving you. Servicing you. Giving you everything you
asked for, everything I hoped you wanted.

[Ozme52]

That was from 4 months ago... we're about to meet again.

We've promised ourselves... more.

More of everything.

Hopefully I will share more of my own thoughts next time as I did on our first meeting.
I leave tomorrow.

[delish]

I hope this visit is as breathtakingly beautiful as the rest have been. You certainly sound like you've found a wonderful match! Wishing you a lovely time together!

[NightNurse]

Hope your trip is safe and your time together wonderful!

[orchidsoul]

Wow- this is one hot read!!!!
I'm sure your time together now will be just as beautiful and erotic as the last.

You've both left me panting for more. I'll try and wait patiently for the update...

[Ozme52]

Wow... I am revisiting this thread and didn't really realize how long it had been since it had been updated.

Good news and bad... The good is that we indeed did meet again in February... and again in May... and yet again last month as I traveled the country.

But between those last two times, her life at home had turned upside down. First a falling out... and now a reconciliation attempt. I was not the cause, but I was the catalyst... and so, if she is to reclaim what she has, if it is worth reclaiming, she needs to determine that without my presence.

It was a glorious 11 months.

[suchaminx]

just hugs Oz xx

[caligirl{Rob}]

just extra big hugs for You and for her....You are both in my thoughts

more hugs!
cali

[jeanne]

Wow... I am revisiting this thread and didn't really realize how long it had been since it had been updated.

Good news and bad... The good is that we indeed did meet again in February... and again in May... and yet again last month as I traveled the country.

But between those last two times, her life at home had turned upside down. First a falling out... and now a reconciliation attempt. I was not the cause, but I was the catalyst... and so, if she is to reclaim what she has, if it is worth reclaiming, she needs to determine that without my presence.

It was a glorious 11 months.

Yes, it was. I miss you - more than I thought possible.

[denuseri]

wow OZ ,, dorothy, you have something truely wonderful between you, i hope all will work out for you both, my thoughts and prayers will be with you two, your story is very inspirational

hugs and kissess

[DowntownAmber]

I can only hope the both of you come to find not only what you need, but that which you truly want. *hugs*

[tessa]

Finding the way can indeed be glorious. Unfortunately, it can also be tragically painful. Gaining insight no matter the path one takes makes it worth the traveling.

You both know how I feel, about your situation and about your individual selves. I will hope...for what is still to be determined.

With more than affection-
tessa

[claire]

Wow to have had that, then to have let it go. Woe.

[rooshoe]

From both of your writings, it sounds as if you connected in a way that is as special as it is rare. I am sorry to see that broken. Thank you both for sharing those days with us.

[blythe spirit]

*leaves feeling sad*

[sidhewolf]

However things turn out~May it be for the Best for All of You.
Brightest Blessings and Big Huggs~ Respectfully~SidheWolf

[tired.of.vanilla{DJ}]

I loved rereading this. Damn she was a lucky woman. *sighs happily* I hope things work out between you later, and am very glad you are still friends!

[cookiecat]

To find such a connection is an amazing thing. Be glad you had that together.

Take the very best of care.

- cookie

[Ozme52]

TY cookie.

[milaura]

that was beautiful

[orchidsoul]

I am so happy that you both were able to share something so rare. As painful as it is, try to remember you are fortunate to have experienced such beauty together.

I'm sorry you're both hurting...

[Ozme52]

I am hoping that once she has resolved things to her own satisfaction, we will still have this connection between us.

And if not, the memories will be sweet.

[jeanne]

I am hoping that once she has resolved things to her own satisfaction, we will still have this connection between us.

And if not, the memories will be sweet.

I am resolving things to my own satisfaction.

The connection is stronger than ever.

The memories are sweet - as will be the new ones we create.

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I'm grateful and happy to be Yours again.

[Ozme52]

:d

[Mairead]

Reading through this thread, I am amazed. I actually have tears in my eyes. I just hope I can experience something that true and intense someday.

[claire]

Congratulations! I am glad things worked out for both of you.

[tydnchaynz{NSXX}]

all i can say is "WOW!!!!!"

Thank Y/you both so much for sharing such personal and at times painful memories with us! Y/you guys are an inspiration!!!! This is the most beautiful thread that i have come across since i've been here!!! Not everyone can be lucky enough to find what you two have, but it's the *hope* of it........the *possibility* that it might occur.......that keeps people coming back even after a bad experience!!! Thank Y/you both again for letting us into this very special and meaningful area of Y/your lives!!!!

*goes off to find an outfit that matches the green tint to my skin*

[Ozme52]

Green tinted skin? ;)

[Perfect Day Elise]

Oh. My. God.

I can't believe you two are back together - am so pleased!
I'm so interested because I'm (as far as I can tell, reading between the lines), in a similar situation as Jeanne, and have been hoping for a happy ending, to give me hope whilst I resolve things to my
satisfaction.

Congratulations to you both! Would it be very impertinent to ask that you both keep writing occasionally, as you bring such happiness to those who read your work?

Good Luck,
X

[jeanne]

Oh. My. God.

I can't believe you two are back together - am so pleased!
I'm so interested because I'm (as far as I can tell, reading between the lines), in a similar situation as Jeanne, and have been hoping for a happy ending, to give me hope whilst I resolve things to my
satisfaction.

Congratulations to you both! Would it be very impertinent to ask that you both keep writing occasionally, as you bring such happiness to those who read your work?

Good Luck,
X

Thank you for the lovely words, Elise. :) I wish you the best of luck in your own quest to find happiness.

I'm sure I will be writing more - He requires that I do so often. Unfortunately it will be some months yet before we are able to be together again. ~sigh~ Needless to say, I'm yearning for that moment.

[jezabel]

That was one of the most personal, erotic threads i have ever read.

I hope and pray that one day both your dreams will be fulfilled and you will be together

Thank you so much for sharing

jez xxxx

[sidhewolf]

I am resolving things to my own satisfaction.

The connection is stronger than ever.

The memories are sweet - as will be the new ones we create.

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I'm grateful and happy to be Yours again.

Congradulations and Blessings to You Both!

Respectfully~SidheWolf

[steelish]

*fanning self*

[Ozme52]

Thanx jez,

Also sidhewolf ;)

steel1sh, bring that fan over. :D

[damyanti]

I am so happy you found your way back together. Here’s to the best years of your life.

And just in case you are looking to make this formal in black and white, ;)...

Slave/Sub Contract:

1. Oz is always right, except when he isn't. When he isn't jeanne has the obligation to bring to Oz's attention his incorrect perceptions and false notions.

2. Jeanne has the right to hide any of Oz's toys she does not like. Oz then has the right to use the toy on jeanne...if he can find them.

3. Oz may be under the impression that jeanne has done something she should not have been doing. Jeanne may then point out that not only did she not do such a thing, but also is under strict obligation to tell Oz who did it, and he is to believe her.

4. Oz owns jeanne totally and has all rights to her body and complete say over how she behaves. Jeanne has the right to respectfully and politely request things of him, over and over again if need be.

5. Jeanne is to please Oz with every deed and thought she has and is to bring to Oz's attention that this does indeed please him, even if he says it doesn't.

6. Jeanne has the right to sign this contract on Oz's behalf, so as not to bother him.

7. Jeanne has the right to add to and amend any of these points, upon consultation with Oz,...even if he is not present for the consultation.

8. Oz has the right to use the " Just because I want to" reason for his actions at any time...jeanne then has the right to try and talk him out of it.

9. Oz is to remember that jeanne is a sweet innocent angel at all times.

10. jeanne has the right to remind Oz that she is totally guileless and above reproach. Everything she does she is to do for him and she can also remind him of that fact.


All the best,
:wave:

[jeanne]

I am so happy you found your way back together. Here’s to the best years of your life.

And just in case you are looking to make this formal in black and white, ;)...

Slave/Sub Contract:

1. Oz is always right, except when he isn't. When he isn't jeanne has the obligation to bring to Oz's attention his incorrect perceptions and false notions.

Hahahaha! Actually - this is too funny because it has a germ of truth in it. He actually asks for my opinions, and claims that I have good instincts, which He trusts. I'm so very fortunate!

2. Jeanne has the right to hide any of Oz's toys she does not like. Oz then has the right to use the toy on jeanne...if he can find them.

Oh this would not be pretty. Not at all. :rolleyes:

3. Oz may be under the impression that jeanne has done something she should not have been doing. Jeanne may then point out that not only did she not do such a thing, but also is under strict obligation to tell Oz who did it, and he is to believe her.

I never, ever, ever do anything I shouldn't be doing. Never ever. Nope, not me. After all, see #9 below.

4. Oz owns jeanne totally and has all rights to her body and complete say over how she behaves. Jeanne has the right to respectfully and politely request things of him, over and over again if need be.

Yes, he does. But the nice thing is - I have freedom in that - because he trusts me to behave in a manner that reflects positively on Him.

5. Jeanne is to please Oz with every deed and thought she has and is to bring to Oz's attention that this does indeed please him, even if he says it doesn't.

Another hahahaha! When He says it doesn't...I'm crushed. No arguing, only atonement.

6. Jeanne has the right to sign this contract on Oz's behalf, so as not to bother him.

;) Sure.....

7. Jeanne has the right to add to and amend any of these points, upon consultation with Oz,...even if he is not present for the consultation.

LMAO!!!

8. Oz has the right to use the " Just because I want to" reason for his actions at any time...jeanne then has the right to try and talk him out of it.

Why would I want to talk Him out of it? His "just because I want to" things are soooo satisfying...

9. Oz is to remember that jeanne is a sweet innocent angel at all times.

That goes without saying! :D

10. jeanne has the right to remind Oz that she is totally guileless and above reproach. Everything she does she is to do for him and she can also remind him of that fact.

I don't need to remind Him. He accepts it as a given, and His due.


All the best,
:wave:

This was too funny, damyanti! Thank you so much for the smile this morning!

:wave:

[tessa]

Unfortunately it will be some months yet before we are able to be together again. ~sigh~ Needless to say, I'm yearning for that moment.

Think of the sexual build-up, the erotic tension rising and rising (or is that the Wizard's pants :rolleyes:).

Because I know how much you want and need, I'm right there, yearning for you, jeanne.

Ok, and maaaaaaaaaybe because I want a picture. :camera2: :hubba: :am:

:D

[jeanne]

Think of the sexual build-up, the erotic tension rising and rising (or is that the Wizard's pants :rolleyes:).

Because I know how much you want and need, I'm right there, yearning for you, jeanne.

Ok, and maaaaaaaaaybe because I want a picture. :camera2: :hubba: :am:

:D

Oh tessa...for you, any number of pictures. And maybe a phone call (or two) because I love you so much, chickie!

And thanks for yearning for me. You'll be the one I cry on as the months go by and I stay on the edge...and become increasingly distracted, exceedingly needy, and incredibly horny. :)

[Ozme52]

Just so everyone understands that I am always reasonable... I won't "change" a word. Unfortunately... I'm a little colorblind... and when it comes to rules... green is keen.


I am so happy you found your way back together. Here’s to the best years of your life.

And just in case you are looking to make this formal in black and white, ;)...

Slave/Sub Contract:

1. Oz is always right, except when he isn't. When he isn't jeanne has the obligation to bring to Oz's attention his incorrect perceptions and false notions.

2. Jeanne has the right to hide any of Oz's toys she does not like. Oz then has the right to use the toy on jeanne...if he can find them.

3. Oz may be under the impression that jeanne has done something she should not have been doing. Jeanne may then point out that not only did she not do such a thing, but also is under strict obligation to tell Oz who did it, and he is to believe her.

4. Oz owns jeanne totally and has all rights to her body and complete say over how she behaves. Jeanne has the right to respectfully and politely request things of him, over and over again if need be.

5. Jeanne is to please Oz with every deed and thought she has and is to bring to Oz's attention that this does indeed please him, even if he says it doesn't.

6. Jeanne has the right to sign this contract on Oz's behalf, so as not to bother him.

7. Jeanne has the right to add to and amend any of these points, upon consultation with Oz,...even if he is not present for the consultation.

8. Oz has the right to use the " Just because I want to" reason for his actions at any time...jeanne then has the right to try and talk him out of it.

9. Oz is to remember that jeanne is a sweet innocent angel at all times.

10. jeanne has the right to remind Oz that she is totally guileless and above reproach. Everything she does she is to do for him and she can also remind him of that fact.


All the best,
:wave:


BTW, jeanne's responses to the original post...pleased me.

[jezabel]

jeanne, i think youre gonna have a life of fun and mischief when everything gets sorted out.

Oz, Sir, ur very cheeky if i may say so, lol

jez xxx

[jeanne]

During the time that we were together, we were much more open about our relationship in another, now defunct, forum. Milord has asked me to update this thread with the writings I posted there.

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Our meeting in February.

Las Vegas is a city I'd never had any overwhelming desire to visit. The only reason that I decided to go there for work was that it was as close as I could get to Him. We'd have 8 days together. I'd work for 4 of them, but even then, the mornings and nights would be His. As the day approached, I found myself increasingly excited. The nerves were not nearly as bad this time as before Salt Lake City. I had a better idea of what to expect - and what was expected of me. Finally, the day arrived. I stepped off the plane, found my way towards baggage claim, and there He was. Everything inside me settled when He wrapped me in His arms.

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After arriving at the hotel, you realized that you'd left your camera in the car. I've gotten used to your desire to document our time together, milord. The embarrassment I used to feel has faded. (Not completely!) It pleases you - therefore I do it.

Before leaving the room, you gave me a task. "Position 1, jeanne, waiting for my return." I panicked! Naked or not? You hadn't said. Here or there? You'd not specified. Already I was worried about making the incorrect choice. Time was passing, though, and I had to do something. Not even doing the task because of fear of messing up wasn't an option. I quickly removed my clothes and assumed the position. It gave me a chance to take a deep breath and calm my racing heart.

When you returned to the room, you walked straight over to me where I kneeled. Wrapping your hand in my hair, sliding your cock in my mouth, controlling the depth, the angle...I felt complete. Completely me, completely yours.
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It was an intense night, milord. You seemed to find special pleasure in seeing how many times you could make me cum...over and over and over. And each time I'd finally catch my breath, finally settle a bit...you'd find a way to push me a little deeper. The collar. Feeling the restriction around my throat does something to my perceptions. The feeling of independence - something I don't even notice in everyday life, begins to fade. My focus sharpens, even as my brain clouds over. The bone-deep feeling of being yours increases. Then the leash. Lifting my chin so you can snap it on, hearing that sound, feeling the weight...I stop thinking of me as an individual. At that point, milord, I'm your girl. Your possession. Your toy. My only goal is to please you, in any way you choose. Finally, the cuffs. I had been anticipating feeling you wrap them on my wrists and ankles for the first time. As you buckled each one on, I paid close attention. I didn't want to miss one moment. How I loved feeling them, knowing that at any given moment, you had the capability to use them to control my freedom of movement. You experimented for a while, trying out different ways to attach them with clips, seeing how my body would bend into certain positions. I like watching you when you're thinking, milord. Your eyes take on a glowing concentration and when you catch me watching you, your smile contains mischief and happiness and command and threat - all at the same time. Gives me the most delicious shivers!

There was more this first night - a spanking, the clamps...but what I remeber the most is your pleasure. I could feel your happiness and satisfaction rolling off you in waves, milord. Each time I came, each swat I counted - asking for another, each gasp and groan and plea...was for you.

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I woke up the next day after sleeping in your collar and cuffs. Oh how much I'd enjoy waking up like that everyday, milord. They might as well be locked on - it would feel wrong to remove them myself, of my own volition. They stay until you no longer wish me to wear them.

Today you pushed me hard. At least to me it seemed that way. After our discovery in October of the perfect angle to get my throat to open for your cock, you promised that I'd get to practice often. On Sunday, (and Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday and Saturday) we did. Throughout the day I found my mouth full milord. On my knees, on my back, on all fours, bending over you...feeling that moment when your cock would slide past my gag reflex and down my throat, stealing my breath, taking my will, making me wet...

And when you slid your cock into my ass, milord...you know what that does to me. How it pushes me deeper, how in that moment I'd agree to anything you desired, how grateful I am for how and why you use my body. And later, fucking me, picking up the dildo and filling my ass again, so that I was stuffed completely...you release my inner slut, milord, the animal part of me that aches to be fucked and used and taken, over and over and over...while I cum, over and over and over... It's embarrassing sometimes, milord, how you reduce me to one big bundle of nerves and needs.

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I wanted to finish writing about our time together in February before leaving for the beach in May, but everyday life intruded. Now...as wonderful as those 8 days were...they pale in comparison. My head and heart are full of memories of my time at the beach with you, milord. I treasure each moment. The marks you gifted me with are gone now, but the imprint on my soul is there forever. It was more than I could have ever imagined, more than I hoped for, more than I deserve. Thank you.

[damyanti]

It was more than I could have ever imagined, more than I hoped for, more than I deserve. Thank you.

Oh, Jeanne, I am really nobody to say that, but you deserve all the happiness in the world. Thank you for sharing your story.

[jeanne]

We spent a week together in May at the beach - my favorite place.

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Arriving at the airport felt strange. Every other rendezvous had started at the airport and I found that I missed knowing you were going to meet me there. I had to pick up a rental car, drive an hour to the beach, stop at the realty office and get the condo keys and then go to the store to buy some groceries so we'd have something to eat and drink. All I wanted to do was drive straight to the condo where you were waiting for me, but I knew if I did we'd end up having to leave again for food and drink and I certainly didn't want to do that - and I thought neither did you. After all, we'd always gone straight to the hotel room, ordered room service for dinner the first day and not left the room until breakfast the next morning.

So I completed my errands, trying to be mindful of what I was doing...but the biggest part of me was already with you. Finally I pulled into the parking lot of the condo and there you were! Finally, finally, finally. The sense of relief and homecoming and happiness I felt was palpable. To finally be folded into your arms, to finally be where I so much needed to be, to finally be able to take a deep breath...

I had no idea anymore how the week would go. Life at home had been more than chaotic the last few days, and I was reeling emotionally. We'd talked so much about this trip. I'd had such high hopes for the deepening of the D/s element of our relationship...and I didn't even know at that point if I'd be able to submit, if I'd be able to be all I needed to be, all you wanted me to be. I knew only that I wanted, needed, to try. That I wanted, needed to feel cared for. That I craved the acceptance you give me. That I craved knowing I could do something right, something to please you, something to center myself...which time with you, submitting to you, does for me.

Once in the condo, with the groceries put away, we talked. You are so open and honest and caring, milord. When you told me that it was my choice to submit, and that even if we spent the whole week together platonically you would still enjoy your time with me, I knew what to do. That wasn't what I wanted, milord, and it sure as heck wasn't what I needed. So you set a couple of ground rules: first, that the beach was mine and anytime I wanted to be there I only had to say the word and we'd go. Second, that anytime I needed a break, or time to myself, or a listening ear, or just a hug, you were there. You gave me everything I needed milord. Freedom to talk, freedom to be, and most of all, freedom to submit. If I didn't love you before, I would have just because of that understanding and acceptance.

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Gosh, milord...when I think about this week together, the glow I feel inside could rival a raging fire. You gift me with your Dominance, with the knowledge that you'll accept all of me, and bring out in me my true self, my real self. A submissive. Your submissive.

We started out slowly. I was struggling and you could see that. My heart was so anxious to please you, but my mind was getting in the way. That first day or so I couldn't take much. The clamps were incredibly scary to me and I couldn't submit well to them. I apologized to you because I felt that I'd disappointed you with my inability to easily, gracefully submit. It wasn't for lack of trying...I simply was unable to give completely. I remember your response - that I wasn't to worry, that you were always pleased with me, and that I'd be fine. Well, I was. By the end of the week we'd gone farther, shared more than I thought possible.

The birthday spanking - well thank goodness you decided to break it up into two parts! The first 100, mostly with the big flogger, had me gasping and fighting to hang on, milord. That flogger is so heavy! And yet, even so, I was ready for you when I finally counted the 100th stroke. So very wet, so very needy, so very "please, fuck me, milord...please". And the fact that you were concerned about the evidence left behind, milord - the marks, the bruises, the welts, that you were worried that you'd gone too far...that only makes me want to take more for you. To assure you that there is no too far, that the path we're on makes me happy, that you make me happy, milord. (I have to admit that I was sad when the last of them disappeared shortly after I returned home.)

The rest of the spanking, later in the week, mostly with the paddle, was a challenge of a different sort. You delight in using the paddle on my thighs, knowing that it's a deeper, sharper sting than what I feel on my bottom, and that I'll struggle harder with accepting the pain. You like to see that, to see my desire to please you override the pain and turn it, somehow, into need and want. Having to ask for each blow is so very hard towards the end, when my brain is telling me how much it hurts. It's humiliating in a way, how my need to please you becomes so overwhelming and how incredibly dripping wet I get. Feeling each stroke while the fire on my skin and in my head grows and my normal reaction to get away grows and I realize I can't, because it would disappoint you and my cunt gets wetter and wetter and wetter and I'm almost in tears from the pain and the need to be used by you...oh my. Writing this now, I feel that same need to submit, milord.

After a day or two, we'd established a routine. Pretty much the same as always - I'd wake up and make coffee, take a few minutes for myself, then bring you a cup and snuggle up. As you wake up, you'd really wake up, milord. All of you. And my day as yours would begin. You like feeling your cock engulfed in my mouth in the morning...and you would. You like laying back and being ridden while holding my arms behind my back...so you would. An hour (or two) later, we'd shower (you like being bathed...and I would) and I'd make breakfast. I enjoyed cooking naked for you. I now define naked as "no clothes, wearing wrist and ankle cuffs and collar"! It was comfortable and felt right. I was rarely without them while we were indoors. Each time you'd put them on...I don't think I'll ever be able to feel your hands wrapping leather around my wrists and ankles and not react deep inside. Every time something inside me seems to settle into place. And when you'd remove them, for a shower or to leave the condo, I'd mourn the loss of that feeling.

Later in the morning, it was downstairs to the beach! I love the beach. We'd stretch out on the big towel, watch the people, chat, read, nap...it was lovely. I was so pleased to share something I love so much with you. And sometimes, if you chose, you'd play. Whispering in my ear, reminding me I'm yours, getting me wet and then letting me come. I would feel so helpless and yet so powerful - it's a feeling I can't really describe.

Back upstairs, later in the day, back in the collar and cuffs, we'd hang out. Maybe online, maybe sitting on the balcony, sometimes talking, sometimes not...it was all so peaceful and comfortable. Sometimes though, you'd want me first. Right then, on the bed, over the table, on the couch or the floor or against the wall. And each time, you'd take a little more. Push my pain tolerance a little harder in big ways and small. You'd enjoy watching, milord. Seeing what I'd do, what I'd take, how much I'd give - and I hope you got the answer you wanted. Everything.

I've never actually 'worn' (is that the correct term?) the butt-plug for more than a few moments at a time...and never while going about my everyday life. So when you told me to go get it right before we were going to the beach, I was a little (okay, a lot) apprehensive. The whole process of bending over, feeling the lubricant and then feeling you slide it in was quite an experience in itself. Because I knew it wouldn't come out until you decided. Walking out the door of the condo, riding downstairs in the elevator, walking out to the beach - how it felt physically, and how you watched me with that satisfied look on your face was exciting. Already I was ready to go back upstairs. But I was determined to stick it out and show you that I could be strong and able. By the time we laid down on the towel, it was beginning to feel comfortable. But, the more comfortable it felt, the more needy I felt! I was soaking wet and could feel the nerve endings in my ass reacting...which makes my whole body feel alive and hot. As I lay there, I couldn't help but squirm. I tried to be still, but my body had a mind of it's own. I could feel your pleasure, milord. In the way you looked, in the way you spoke and the tone of your voice - it was everything I had in me not to beg you to take me back upstairs and use me hard. Then you began to drive me even higher. You use a tone of voice when you ask me things that tells me that not answering isn't an option. Describing the physical sensations and mental effect only made it all stronger! Drawing orgasms from me as I lay there, trying to be still, trying to not draw attention to myself...I think I lasted maybe an hour before I was begging. Begging you to take me, to use me, promising anything for the exquisite torture to end. "Will you beg properly?" you asked me. I hadn't yet, I hadn't been able to do it. "Yes, milord, I will. Just...please!"

Finally we went back in. Up to the condo. By now I was nothing but need. I couldn't think, I could barely speak, I was hardly breathing. We went in and I removed my bathing suit while you reminded me that I knew what to do. I did. You'd previously told me what you wanted to see. Me, on the floor, begging in the proper position, with the proper attitude, with the flogger and the paddle.

Gosh, it was hard to do, milord. As much as I wanted to please you, as much as I needed to please you, it was still hard. But when I was finally on the floor, offering myself to you, begging you to use me in any way you see fit...I was happy.

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We met again for a weekend in June - but it was cut short by external events. Between then and now we were apart for a time, and it was painful to be without Him. I felt lost and adrift.

Now I am His again...and our next meeting is in January. :)

[Zarine13]

What a beautiful story. I'm so very happy for the both of you, that you were able to find each other and recognize that you fit so well.

That first meeting .. wow just wow! Your experience sounds like something out of a fairy tale! Truly wonderful!

[thrall]

*fans self*....

[Ozme52]

Ask her about her birthday "present". Also while we were at the beach.

[thrall]

OK........

So what was your birthday gift from Oz, jeanne???

[Dea Menrfa]

What was your birthday present from Oz, Jeanne??? :)

[jeanne]

Oh dear. Why is this embarrassing? :)

44 orgasms. In a day. I finally passed out cold.

And I thought I was greedy for my orgasms. He's even more greedy for them. :D

[Zarine13]

Holy .. :eek:

I'm not sure if that's a gift or a torture lol

In fact, I didn't know that was possible!

[Mairead]

Damn!!!! *so jealous* That has got to be a record!

Congrats!

[Ozme52]

<<== skillz


:d

[suchaminx]

^
modest too :)

[jeanne]

^
modest too :)

Hahahahaha!!!

Modest is definitely not the first word that crosses my mind...

Diabolical
Determined
Evil

Yep... those are much more appropriate. :D

[Dea Menrfa]

That's a hell of a gift, sugar plum. lolol

Can't wait to meet this man in your life.

[orchidsoul]

Oh my... I had no idea that was possible!!!!!
Kudos, that's quite an accomplishment on BOTH your parts.

err- any brothers, Oz??

It's lovely reading the updates in your thread. I'm glad you were able to work your way back together.
Thank you for sharing all your hottttttt encounters! Aside from the hotness, the emotion and intimacy is simply beautiful.

[Pearlgem]

That's sheer greed, in my humble opinion. Some of us are sitting here with not enough orgasms.

[jeanne]

Oh my... I had no idea that was possible!!!!!
Kudos, that's quite an accomplishment on BOTH your parts.

err- any brothers, Oz??

It's lovely reading the updates in your thread. I'm glad you were able to work your way back together.
Thank you for sharing all your hottttttt encounters! Aside from the hotness, the emotion and intimacy is simply beautiful.

The emotion and intimacy is what makes it even hotter at this point. I have so much trust in Him, faith in Him, and utter belief that He truly wants what is best for me... that I will give anything He asks.

[Ozme52]

Oh my... I had no idea that was possible!!!!!
Kudos, that's quite an accomplishment on BOTH your parts.

err- any brothers, Oz??


Sorry orchidsoul, but I do make housecalls. ;)

[Ozme52]

That's sheer greed, in my humble opinion. Some of us are sitting here with not enough orgasms.

Pearlgem!!

You think I'm greedy for demanding so much from jeanne?

Well, that's my perogative as the dominant. ;)

[Ozme52]

the emotion and intimacy is what makes it even hotter at this point. I have so much trust in him, faith in him, and utter belief that he truly wants what is best for me... That i will give anything he asks.

:d

[Dea Menrfa]

The emotion and intimacy is what makes it even hotter at this point. I have so much trust in Him, faith in Him, and utter belief that He truly wants what is best for me... that I will give anything He asks.

You are indeed, a lucky, lucky girl. And he is a lucky, lucky Dom.

[Ozme52]

You are indeed, a lucky, lucky girl. And he is a lucky, lucky Dom.

While I appreciate the sentiment... perhaps it's not so much that I am lucky as that I am incredibly skilled at making excellent choices. :cool:






Oh... and I'm modest too. :blurp_ani

[Dea Menrfa]

While I appreciate the sentiment... perhaps it's not so much that I am lucky as that I am incredibly skilled at making excellent choices. :cool:






Oh... and I'm modest too. :blurp_ani

LOL... Yes, I've heard all about your modesty. :icon176:

[orchidsoul]

The emotion and intimacy is what makes it even hotter at this point. I have so much trust in Him, faith in Him, and utter belief that He truly wants what is best for me... that I will give anything He asks.

Indeed, an exquisite connection.

[orchidsoul]

Sorry orchidsoul, but I do make housecalls. ;)

well then...
I appreciate not having to settle for second best with a brother :d

[BryansGrrrl]

Ya'll have made me cry.

Beautiful. I want to hug you both.

And you've made me miss Mia'cova even more, even though we only parted yesterday. *sigh*

[sidhewolf]

Congradulations Sir Ozme and Jeanne, what an awesome adventure to share. <Huggs> to Jeanne, and maybe some ice? hehehehe. Giggles to Suchaminx. Drools from me lol.

Definantly a worthwhile continuing thread, thank You's to Sir Ozme and Jeanne for sharing so openly.

Respectfully~SidheWolf

[sidhewolf]

Addendum to my previous posted response;

In all the excitement of the recent event on this thread AND my drool stage....while I thought on another aspect, I forgot to note it. Excuse me please. And since noone here is a mindreader (I don't think<G>), and couldn't possibly know these thoughts without my saying, let me express them now.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jeanne! I'm so happy for you that you had such a great one! <huggs>.

Respectfully~SidheWolf

[tessa]

Oh... and I'm modest too. :blurp_ani

~looks closely and steps carefully before posting~

:rolleyes:








:blurp_ani

[jeanne]

~looks closely and steps carefully before posting~

:rolleyes:








:blurp_ani

Hahahahahahaha!!!!

Uh oh. Now I'll be in trouble for laughing. ;)

[tessa]

Hahahahahahaha!!!!

Uh oh. Now I'll be in trouble for laughing. ;)

As long as I get to watch...

:blurp_ani

[TwistedTails]

This thread just keeps getting better and better! :)

[Skyybird]

Oh dear. Why is this embarrassing? :)

44 orgasms. In a day. I finally passed out cold.

And I thought I was greedy for my orgasms. He's even more greedy for them. :D

So does that mean next year it will be 45?

Hehehehehe!

Marvellous indeed!


Hugs xx

[Pearlgem]

I would much prefer birthday orgasms to birthday dumps. I'm due a lot to make up for past omissions. Where can I apply?

[Ozme52]

I would much prefer birthday orgasms to birthday dumps. I'm due a lot to make up for past omissions. Where can I apply?


The Emerald City ;)

[ssamuelsus]

thanks.

[jeanne]

Tomorrow. :D

[love2serve]

Ozme, that was truly beautiful, what a lucky girl - and you are lucky too, to have a gift so rare and use it to such powerful effect.

[Ozme52]

Tomorrow. :D

In four hours. :blurp_ani

[Ozme52]

Ozme, that was truly beautiful, what a lucky girl - and you are lucky too, to have a gift so rare and use it to such powerful effect.

Thank you. :)

[Pearlgem]

Have a fabulous time, you two, the Charles and Camilla of the forum! Don't forget the batteries. x x

[Ozme52]

Have a fabulous time, you two, the Charles and Camilla of the forum! Don't forget the batteries. x x

I'm not exactly sure if that's a compliment or not pearlgem.


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Okay, it finally happened. jeanne called me a pervert this morning.




I made her...........








...make me a cup of cold coffee this morning. :blurp_ani

[Ozme52]

And a sadist too.





No more hot coffee for her!!

[DowntownAmber]

What is it with you and the cold coffee?? You can't sue anyone for spilling cold coffee in your lap, after all... ;)

[Pearlgem]

I'm not exactly sure if that's a compliment or not pearlgem.

Please treat it as such. I love you both x x

[leah06]

Please treat it as such? Didn't exactly answer the question, Pearlgem, did you?

[love2serve]

when i commented earlier on in the thread i had only read about your first encounter - having read back over each time you met (sometimes more than once i might add - just to make sure that i could savour every wonderful detail) i have to say that this thread is just about the most beautiful and erotic thing i have read for ages - if not EVER. The feelings of submission felt by jeanne are so detailed and totally understood by me and Oz - wow, just wow. I so hope that the two of you continue on your journey unhindered by real life difficulties and that we hear much more of your story.

[Pearlgem]

Please treat it as such? Didn't exactly answer the question, Pearlgem, did you?

*ahem* Oz and jeanne, you are both wonderful, I wish you every happiness and I love you both very much.

(but I don't want to hijack this thread crawling every third post)

[jeanne]

I'm so laughing at you both, Pearlgem and rachel. You guys tickle me to pieces - and no comments in this thread are considered by me to be hijacking. :D

[jeanne]

Milord, one of the most important things we discussed before meeting again was atonement. I needed to atone for asking for release. Although we had not discussed details, you told me that it was something that needed to be disposed of immediately - that you too needed my atonement. It wasn't exactly punishment but was not to be a pleasant experience either. But, it was necessary for both of us to feel fully 'us' again. For me to feel completely yours again.

I can't describe the joy I felt when I saw you at the airport, milord. I felt so hesitant yet so needy. I planned to stay so calm and cool, milord. And what happened? As I approached you, sitting in the waiting area, my knees grew weak. By the time I reached you, all I wanted was to be wrapped in your arms. I practically fell into your lap, didn't I? Feeling your strong thighs holding me up, your strong arms wrapping around me...I felt safe and happy and home. As if I could finally, really breathe.

As soon as we entered the room you put me on my knees, between yours while you sat in a chair...took my throat in your hand and put your face right up to mine. Told me I was to never leave you again. That if I asked for release again you'd beat me until I changed my mind. Now I have to admit, a part of me at that moment thought 'yeah, right'........until you slapped my face. Again and again. And spit in my mouth. That shocked and surprised me - and I realized you were extremely serious. Thank God you were - I needed that, milord. Then you stood up, bent me over, and beat me 5 times with the rod portion of a crop. Hard. It was brutal, milord. And I was fighting back tears, fighting to not shame myself by begging you to stop. I was still crying when you said you forgave me and then fed me your cock so I could thank you properly.

Thank you, milord. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for wanting me. Thank you for keeping my submissive heart firmly in your grasp - and for knowing and understanding that I needed to know how deeply I am yours.

[suchaminx]

jeanne - I was almost crying as I read this - thank you to both you and Oz for sharing this with us

I am so happy for your both

love and ~hugs~ minxy xx

[tessa]

I did cry. Still am.

Mercy.

jeanne...Oz...~looks at you both~...beyond words.

[shayna{L_D}]

jeanne wonderfully written. I would have cried if i wasnt at work. (lol) :)

[jeanne]

He knows how to get to me in ways no other ever has. He just reaches inside me and grabs hold of my deepest, most treasured, fragile self.

One of the things I remember most was how much we laughed. Several times I was to the point of tears, lying in the floor curled up, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. Of all the gifts you give me, milord...helpless, overwhelming laughter is one of the very best. The fact that you 'get' my teasing, that you understand that give-and-take and enjoy it as much as I do...wow. D/s isn't all serious and somber and deep - sometimes, at least for us, it's light and silly and joyful. Thank goodness. :)

[Dea Menrfa]

Wow. I think my heart stopped for a second or two while reading that. Such passion.

[Ozme52]

Milord, one of the most important things we discussed before meeting again was atonement. I needed to atone for asking for release. Although we had not discussed details, you told me that it was something that needed to be disposed of immediately - that you too needed my atonement. It wasn't exactly punishment but was not to be a pleasant experience either. But, it was necessary for both of us to feel fully 'us' again. For me to feel completely yours again.

I can't describe the joy I felt when I saw you at the airport, milord. I felt so hesitant yet so needy. I planned to stay so calm and cool, milord. And what happened? As I approached you, sitting in the waiting area, my knees grew weak. By the time I reached you, all I wanted was to be wrapped in your arms. I practically fell into your lap, didn't I? Feeling your strong thighs holding me up, your strong arms wrapping around me...I felt safe and happy and home. As if I could finally, really breathe.


Twice before I have met you at airports.

The first time I waited where I could watch you approach and watched you looking for me. In your nervousness you never saw me, so I approached and stepped in behind you and whispered in your ear. Your surprise intense, your reaction skittish like a young filly.

The second time I waited where you couldn't miss me and the smile on your face lit the enclosure, vast though it was.

This time, you were coming back to me, so I waited where you had to look to find me. I waited where you had to walk to meet me and put yourself into my hands. I sat and didn't stir. It was for you to cross the chasm between us.

[Ozme52]

As soon as we entered the room you put me on my knees, between yours while you sat in a chair...took my throat in your hand and put your face right up to mine. Told me I was to never leave you again. That if I asked for release again you'd beat me until I changed my mind. Now I have to admit, a part of me at that moment thought 'yeah, right'........until you slapped my face. Again and again. And spit in my mouth. That shocked and surprised me - and I realized you were extremely serious. Thank God you were - I needed that, milord. Then you stood up, bent me over, and beat me 5 times with the rod portion of a crop. Hard. It was brutal, milord. And I was fighting back tears, fighting to not shame myself by begging you to stop. I was still crying when you said you forgave me and then fed me your cock so I could thank you properly.

Thank you, milord. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for wanting me. Thank you for keeping my submissive heart firmly in your grasp - and for knowing and understanding that I needed to know how deeply I am yours.


We had talked briefly about how you would atone and you said you wanted to think about it but never brought it up again. So when I asked you what you had considered and you had nothing for me, it reminded me of how angry I had been that you had left me... how angry I was that I let you leave against my better judgement.

How much the words 'never again' meant to me and that they should mean as much to you... all you described above was an outpouring of six months of needing you to understand... and now you do.

You call the crop brutal, and perhaps it was because of the intent behind it. It needed to be unpleasant... it had to exist outside of anything we'd ever done for pleasure. I've actually never cropped anyone like that before (outside of a scene...) and when later I learned your previous enjoyment of being cropped (by another, before me,) had to do with the stinger... and not the rod... I could only roll my eyes... had I known, you would have received but a single stroke as a symbol.

But I didn't know that you didn't realize a cropping meant the rod. You took five... no less because perhaps you were too stunned to react to the first three, no more because more would have been punishment instead of atonement... and you'd already been forgiven.

And it was perfection. What came before didn't matter. Only the future is of concern.

[leah06]

But I didn't know that you didn't realize a cropping meant the rod.

I didn't know that either, Oz. If a cropping is being hit by the rod - sounds like caning to me - then, what's it called when you use the flappy thing at the front?

I come to you, as always, with my bdsm questions, knowing that you will have an answer.

[Ozme52]

I didn't know that either, Oz. If a cropping is being hit by the rod - sounds like caning to me - then, what's it called when you use the flappy thing at the front?

I come to you, as always, with my bdsm questions, knowing that you will have an answer.

A minor correction? Like when correcting posture. A tap here, a tap there.

Maybe it's just semantics... but in my vocabulary, one gets switched with a switch, tawsed with a tawse, caned with a cane, flogged with a flogger, whipped with a whip, and of course, cropped with a crop.

Crops, btw, flex differently and impact differently than canes.

[violett]

jeanne - I was almost crying as I read this - thank you to both you and Oz for sharing this with us

I am so happy for your both

love and ~hugs~ minxy xx

I can do no more than echo minxy's words - thank you both

[orchidsoul]

You guys really make me melt and weep...

again, so happy for you both to be back with eachother.

[jeanne]

You used me so many times, milord, that I became sore and swollen. And each time it hurt a little bit more...and each time I wanted more. The ache, the pain, and most especially, the humiliation as I realized that I wanted it - it was all that I needed.

How often did you open me up? With your fingers or your cock...a little more each time until finally my entire cunt was red and raw, my clit so sensitive to the slightest touch, that any stimulation, any touching, hurt. Yet made me wet.

One afternoon was particularly hard, milord. You slid a finger inside me, then another...I wanted to pull away but I could not. Instead I found myself pushing down on your fingers, wanting more and more. God, it hurt. You kept going deeper, opening my cunt more, stretching me wider, asking me if it hurt - and when I said yes, your response was "Good. I want it to hurt." Then you told me to come. Through the pain, through the fog, through my desire to withdraw...I did come for you, milord.

When finally you withdrew your fingers, I was so relieved yet I missed them inside me. And then when you told me that you'd almost been fisting me - and that you would have except that you thought removing your fist would be too much for me...I wish you had, milord. I give you all - everything you want. My pain, my pleasure, my laughter, my tears, my pleas, my orgasms, my body, my mind, my soul, milord. Yours. To do with as you choose.

[jeanne]

I need to give you my pain, milord. To look into your eyes as you hurt me, and know that I won't say no.

I hope you will fist me next time. Please.

[Ozme52]

Actually... what I said was I wasn't sure if I got it all the way in that I would be able to get it out again.

I would rue a call to the paramedics and the ensuing ride to the hospital. :rolleyes:

Besides... my fingers can reach every square inch of your pussy... it almost matters not.

[shayna{L_D}]

Besides... my fingers can reach every square inch of your pussy... it almost matters not.

idk what anyone says, that statement was fucking hot. :1850:

[jeanne]

I'd had nothing in my ass since the last time you were there, milord. You had decided you wanted that particular part of my body to be for you alone. I was so ready for you to claim me completely...but I knew it would hurt. It had been a long time.

The night before, you told me. Told me you'd be fucking my ass the next day. Told me it would hurt. Told me that you were temporarily taking away my safe word for the act. That I needed to just take it, no matter what.

I did take it, milord. It did hurt. The first time...I had forgotten how it can hurt. And yet...I became dripping wet. Even as I was saying, over and over, "It hurts, milord", my cunt was saying "More".

[TwistedTails]

Time to break that fan back out. :)

[jeanne]

I like reading to you, milord. Sexy, kinky stories that engage both our imaginations. The look on your face when you're listening is very gratifying to me.

When I chose a story to read to you, I didn't realize that it would lead to actually doing what the story was about, while I was reading it! When the secretary was bent over the desk, I was bent over the bed. When the secretary was struggling with her dictation, I was struggling to continue reading. When the secretary was saying "Please fuck my ass"...yep, you had me repeat it. When the secretary got fucked in the ass...so did I.

It was hot. It was intense. It was fun and funny, yet serious too. It was us, how we are together, in a nutshell.

I love you.

[love2serve]

I so love reading about the two of you. Your story touches my heart and I hope you never stop telling us about it. Thank you so much x

[Twisted32]

um...holy shit....lucky lucky girl...

[Mairead]

Ohhhh, I really like that story idea. I'm definitely going to remember that! Yay!

[Zarine13]

Oh wow, It's like something out of a book, not real life. You two are so completely lucky to have found each other.

And I really like that story idea!

[sipgirl]

It has been so long since I have been on the site. What a joy it has been to return to such a story..I wish you both well!!!And Oz as you know Ive always been a bit partial to you, so let me give you warm congratulations and thoughts for continuing joy in your obviously spectacular relationship!!

[Ozme52]

When I chose a story to read to you, I didn't realize that it would lead to actually doing what the story was about, while I was reading it! When the secretary was bent over the desk, I was bent over the bed. When the secretary was struggling with her dictation, I was struggling to continue reading. When the secretary was saying "Please fuck my ass"...yep, you had me repeat it. When the secretary got fucked in the ass...so did I.

Yes. You did.

[jeanne]

I found something you wrote last night, milord. You described perfectly what sex during our time together was like. Your roughness and demand and power, my pain and need and capitulation to your will... I got wet reading it, milord. Thank you.


Rough fucking is about taking her when and where and how I want. If she is walking past me and I feel like it, I grab her arm and tell her to open her mouth and thrust myself down her throat. Or I might stand up and put my hand in her hair and lead her to the bed or to a couch where I bend her over it... and if she doesn't step lively, lead becomes drag. And she better be fucking wet by the time we arrive because I'm going to push into her regardless.

Rough fucking is using whichever hole I want. No negotiation. (That's not to say if it had been a hard limit I would violate her limit... but she's not always in the mood and that is irrelevant... and sometimes makes it even better.)

Rough fucking is the position of my choice and if it feels good to me and not to her, or maybe even I'm hitting a tender spot, she takes it.

Rough fucking is if she isn't fucking me back with enough movement or enthusiasm I'll smack her ass and make her do all the work... at my tempo. I keep a ping pong paddle handy btw.

Rough fucking is having a dildo handy in case I tire, so I can pound a dozen orgasms out of her body because it pleases me to do so. Or to use it in one hole while I use the other.

Rough fucking is her so sore she winces when I enter her... gets wet, and cums when I tell her to do so... because I have her body trained to do so.

And while I'm not into needles (or pins) in the tits or spitting in her face, those activities may well be included. On the other hand, I do use nipple clamps or clothespins, or just my fingers, because she really clamps down tight when I do that to her... and I love fucking a tight pussy. Especially when she cums from the conflicting sensations.

[love2serve]

ooooh jeanne, you are a lucky one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shayna{L_D}]

can we make this into a movie?

[jezabel]

ill buy the popcorn, if u bring the cola lol

u two r so lucky to have each other

[Pearlgem]

As Oz would say, you make your own luck. He got on his bike and looked. And He found her, open to the possibility of Him. Brilliant.

[blossom]

congratulations on finding each other, its so inspiring and amazing. i hope this joyful experience continues for you both.

(i think i need to kick hubby into action, ive got so horny read your posts)

thank you :)

x

[jeanne]

ooooh jeanne, you are a lucky one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I sure am. I'm thankful every day.


can we make this into a movie?

Yes! I want Rene Russo to play me. I love her - and want to be her when I grow up. :D


ill buy the popcorn, if u bring the cola lol

u two r so lucky to have each other

Oooooohhhhh popcorn! My favorite - cooked on the stove with lots of melted butter and salt. Now I'm craving it! :)


As Oz would say, you make your own luck. He got on his bike and looked. And He found her, open to the possibility of Him. Brilliant.

You always make me smile, Pearlgem. And Oz does always say exactly that, doesn't he? :)


congratulations on finding each other, its so inspiring and amazing. i hope this joyful experience continues for you both.

(i think i need to kick hubby into action, ive got so horny read your posts)


I like sharing my perpetually horny state with you, blossom! :wave:

[Ozme52]

Yes! I want Rene Russo to play me.

In that case, I want to play me!! :blurp_ani


(She reminds me of jeanne!!) :cool:

[Ozme52]

As Oz would say, you make your own luck. He got on his bike and looked. And He found her, open to the possibility of Him. Brilliant.

Thank you pearl.

[Pearlgem]

In that case, I want to play me!!


Ha ha, well honestly, who else? Who could outOz Oz?

[jeanne]

I'm not going to write any more about our last visit - much of it has blended together in my mind at this point and has morphed into a 'feeling' type of memory rather than a details-oriented memory.

Suffice to say - at every moment I was exactly where I needed and wanted to be. Whether it was curled up with You falling asleep, hanging over Your arm while we did the crossword puzzle, on my knees with Your cock in my mouth, rolling on the floor laughing so hard I was crying, riding around town with the top down, feeling Your hand (or anything else) on my ass, hearing Your voice call me 'girl'... I was happy and grateful.

Less than 3 months - I'll be there again, milord. Completely Yours.

[love2serve]

Oh jeanne, i bet you can hardly wait. It must be so hard for you being away from him for such long periods..... how do you stand it?

[jeanne]

Oh jeanne, i bet you can hardly wait. It must be so hard for you being away from him for such long periods..... how do you stand it?

It's life. Funnily enough, this seems to work really well for both of us. I have a very busy life, especially now with my work, and he has the same (except the work part, lucky retired Dom!), and we do chat every evening, even if only for a few moments.

It gives us something to look forward to every few months. That's nice.

[toyamanda]

I just devoured this whole thread. Wow.

This is lovely, erotic, and moving. Not only are you two very lucky people to have found each other, you're wonderful writers as well, and very generous to share your feelings and experiences. Your story has given me hope that I might also find what I've been looking for.

Thank you.

[LolitaDoll]

I just devoured this whole thread. Wow.

This is lovely, erotic, and moving. Not only are you two very lucky people to have found each other, you're wonderful writers as well, and very generous to share your feelings and experiences. Your story has given me hope that I might also find what I've been looking for.

Thank you.

My thoughts exactly!

You two have such a beautiful story. I would love to have such wonderful words pour from me as they do from the both of you. :)

[Ozme52]

Alas... All of summer... lost.

Guess I'll just have to do it all again. :D

[skye67]

oh please please do!! jeanne too.. if she is willing! i so much love reading about the two of you.

[troublemkr{jonjon}]

OMG WOW!!!! its cold in my house but i am just sweating and flushed and i haven't had sex yet lol.... does Oz have a brother? *eg*

I was suppose to finnish my laundry but screw the laundry! I love this thread more pls oh btw hello!!! I'm a newbie ( i'm a closet sub)

[agog ab]

*does happy dance* it didn't get lost! it didn't get lost! whoop!!

[Ozme52]

does Oz have a brother?

Yeah... "Meet my leetle friend!!" :hubba:

[Pflutter]

Oh, don't pretend to be modest, it can't be that 'leetle' - not that it would matter. We knowww you've got skillz. *sigh*

[epiphany]

Alas... All of summer... lost.

Guess I'll just have to do it all again. :D

Get Busy...Busy,Busy,Busy.......Please,please, please,*bowing down graciously*

[collar.schemes]

That has got to be one of the hottest things I've ever read. It's everything I've ever wanted wrapped up in one amazing package (no pun intended). :blurp_ani

Thank you guys for putting my every desire into words, and please never forget what an amazing gift you both have in each other. Best of luck to you both, and please write more! :pray:

[Ozme52]

I've read this thread I don't know how many times - it's addictive. I, too, am waiting to hear from you, Oz.

I was rereading us... and just remembered... when you wrote this, no one else knew it was you. :D





:popc1:

[jeanne]

I was rereading us... and just remembered... when you wrote this, no one else knew it was you. :D





:popc1:

I thought I was playing it so cool....looking back reminds me how very happy and excited I was to spend time with you, milord. I miss you.

[Whisperz]

i had never seen this before...i've been sitting here reading for quite some time now and all i can say is that you are both so utterly beautiful! you've actually brought me to tears a few times this evening, lol!

hugs and squeezes,

Whisperz

[Kuriouskat]

Wow!

[AnticipatingPain]

Sitting here very obediently and waiting for the next 'connection'.

Com'on guys, is it time yet?

[jeanne]

Less than a month, AP. :D And I am more than ready - it's been a long cold lonely winter. (channeling a bit of the Beatles :p)

[AnticipatingPain]

Less than a month, AP. :D And I am more than ready - it's been a long cold lonely winter. (channeling a bit of the Beatles :p)

You both must be so excited.......

Can't wait to hear about the 're-connection', ok enough of being polite, I want to hear about the 'rough fucking'.

[AnticipatingPain]

Right now come on guys... I've sat here patiently; like a good submissive should but hell; enough already.... where are the details????

[danman7]

This is quite a thread. I couldn't stand to be away from my pet for the lengths that you two apparently do. I'm glad it works for you, though.