Yes. It's definitely one of the corners.Quote:
Originally Posted by gloombunny
I have a sister there... so you never know when I might show up. :rolleyes:
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Yes. It's definitely one of the corners.Quote:
Originally Posted by gloombunny
I have a sister there... so you never know when I might show up. :rolleyes:
Boy Oz...thats all i can say boy oh boy!!!
Well, give me some warning when you do so I can free some time. ^_^Quote:
Originally Posted by Ozme52
just smiles!!! and sighs softly and then smiles again
hugs!
cali
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!Quote:
Originally Posted by Echoes
Respectfully~SidheWolf
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
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.
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Originally Posted by her
Enjoy...
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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?
:wow_nbs::whip::starwars:
I need more words :p
Continuing on with the first night.
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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.
ESTABLISHING A ROUTINE
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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...
NEW EXPERIENCES
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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.
Changing the pace.
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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.
*sighs* beautiful....
This thread makes me feel happy. :)
Thanks tov.
Glad to make you happy delish.
But wait!Quote:
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.
There's more.
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?Quote:
Originally Posted by NightNurse
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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.
and...
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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.
Try, try... try again.Quote:
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.
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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.
wow, wow!!
FINAL THOUGHTS
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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.
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.
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!
Hope your trip is safe and your time together wonderful!
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...
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.
just hugs Oz xx
just extra big hugs for You and for her....You are both in my thoughts
more hugs!
cali
Yes, it was. I miss you - more than I thought possible.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ozme52
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
I can only hope the both of you come to find not only what you need, but that which you truly want. *hugs*
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
Wow to have had that, then to have let it go. Woe.
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.
*leaves feeling sad*
However things turn out~May it be for the Best for All of You.
Brightest Blessings and Big Huggs~ Respectfully~SidheWolf
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!