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The summer dawn light is dappled against the sheets and across her sleeping face. Curled on her side facing him, he watches the flutter of her eyelids as she starts to rouse. Sighing she rolls onto her back…stretching one arm up…the light sheet slipping to expose the curve of her breast. Her face still turned toward him and her eyes still closed. A small smile is now playing on her lips…like she has just been told a delicious secret.
He knows this look well and is determined not to disturb ...

She came back to her senses in a series of short realizations as he slowly slide from her pussy and stepped back. He held her close against his chest as he turned the winch, lowering her arms slowly. He unhooked her arms and picking her up strode across the room to sit in a chair. He sat down and slowly rubbed from the top of her shoulders, down her arms. Untying her wrists he rubbed them softly to bring back the circulation. He was warm against her and smelled of man and sex. She felt more protected ...

All her focus to the sharp smack of his hand against her tender flesh. “One.” she remembered to say, even as his hand hit her again. Her eyes closed and she huffed the next number. He alternated cheeks, hitting first one and then the other in a constant rhythm that had her anticipating when and where the next one would strike. She could feel the plug scraping against her sensitive flesh with each sharp slap, sending shocks of heat outward from her cheeks and own to her clit. She relaxed into it, ...

He pulled back from her breathing heavy, drawing in deep breaths for control. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of her. He stood quickly and walked around behind her. He grabbed her elbows and jerked backwards, pulling her hands behind her and quickly bound her wrists with the rope. She loved the feel of it digging into her skin, little sparks of electricity that pulsed there when she shifted her wrists. She heard him walk away behind her, her breathing sped up as she anticipated what he ...

I have always been an avid reader, anything I could get my hands on was devoured. I loved English class and did very well in poetry and short stories. In the years since school I have kept up on my writing, nothing I have shared with anyone but myself. But my Sir, he LOVES the way I write and I have done several pieces for him. I have also written a story for one of my closest friends on the site, which both my Sir and she seemed to enjoy very much. So I decided to step out of my shell, just ...

From Rags to Riches….
Part 1

Sometimes you think in your life that things never seem to go right, that you try and try but at every turn the decisions seem wrong. They have a way of kicking you in the teeth and making you feel like you’re gumming your way through the messes you've made, struggling just to get it right. I have never been able to just quite feel complete, even though I love ...

I wrote this as a response to a blog about punishment after I read most of the replies and they all sounded the same to be about various levels of pain, beatings etc. (not that I'm against any of that!). I don't feel that my way is better, it's just what works for me.
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I find that, in my experience physical pain is very rarely necessary and is sometimes not helpful (if the sub/slave enjoys pain). I find that when I conveyed to her that she had failed at her sole purpose, ...

I was reminded of a D/s relationship I had a few years ago and I thought I'd put it out there.

I met a very submissive girl of 25, I was a few years older. We met in on a random comment thread on movie site. Time passes and I notice that she always reacted to my domineering nature in a submissive way. So one day I asked her if anyone had ever told her that she came off very submissive (by this time we were Skyping). She immediately looked down and started blushing. It was then I ...

When I miss a call, it's never half-assed.
Anya and Beata bring the house to 9 women.
They arrived through NO fault of their own, coming to Canada seeking Masters who they'd met online and promised them the world...the usual things one hears about.
They were 2 in a group that had been screwed over by some cut-rate, amateur and ignorant morons.
Word spread, and some friends of mine in the Lifestyle went to bat, taking them in..and 2 were left without anyplace to go. ...

When I miss a call, it's never half-assed.
Anya and Beata bring the house to 9 women.
They arrived through NO fault of their own, coming to Canada seeking Masters who they'd met online and promised them the world...the usual things one hears about.
They were 2 in a group that had been screwed over by some cut-rate, amateur and ignorant morons.
Word spread, and some friends of mine in the Lifestyle went to bat, taking them in..and 2 were left without anyplace to go. ...