*speechless* panting softly ...
*speechless* panting softly ...
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.
HmmmmmAm I your fantasy?
One kiss, and each spot of soreness - each little tender contusion - was transformed. Instead of pain, each bruise was filled with pleasure. It was as if . . . as if a clitoris sprang up in the place of every bruise, and when he kissed me I climaxed, again and again." -- The Door to December by Dean Koontz
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.
-whimpers-
I waaaant that!
My hands are searching for you My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips My tongue dances behind my lips for you
I can feel you all around me Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing
My hands float up above me And you whisper you love me And I begin to fade Into our secret place
haha.. I don't think your motorcycle will ever bring you to me.. I am quite far across the great ol nation for you.![]()
My hands are searching for you My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips My tongue dances behind my lips for you
I can feel you all around me Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing
My hands float up above me And you whisper you love me And I begin to fade Into our secret place
The Wizard of Ahhhhhhhs
Chief Magistrate - Emerald City
G*##@^! m&%#%!@*^ h$**!!! Every time I read this thread, it provokes my envy. *Sigh* Life would be so much simpler if I were frigid...
everytime I read this thread I feel happy![]()
Sir to my girl.
Daddy
Wow........
I am finding it very hard to express what I want to say after reading this...so many thoughts and feelings...
Those were fantastic, Oz. Thank you so much for sharing.
*sighs* rereading this thread.... just amazing....
Thank you for sharing!
Many a false step is made by standing still
*just sighs and smiles*
You can suck 'em, and suck 'em, and suck 'em, and they never get any smaller. ~ Willy Wonka
Alex Whispers
Oh, wow. Wow. Just wow!
Boy Oz...thats all i can say boy oh boy!!!
Silence speaks louder then any word...
I like your pants around your feet...I like the dirt thats on your knees...I like the way you still say please when youre looking up at me....youre like my favorite damn disease..
I'm not even angry, I'm being so sincere right now
Even though you broke my heart, and killed me
And tore me to pieces
And threw every piece into a fire
As they burned, it hurt because
I was so happy for you!
just smiles!!! and sighs softly and then smiles again
hugs!
cali
Kneeling before You, at Your side, i have found where i belong, my purpose, my direction~i give myself to You completely, without question, knowing it is now as it was always meant to be~i love You Sir
Master_Rob's loving pet now and always!
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.
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“Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a F'ing Blissful Joyous ride!”
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![]()
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.
Originally Posted by her
The Wizard of Ahhhhhhhs
Chief Magistrate - Emerald City
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?
The Wizard of Ahhhhhhhs
Chief Magistrate - Emerald City
I need more words![]()
Sir to my girl.
Daddy
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