The Vicar Fucks His Housekeeper

Untouched though she was, 14 year old Becca Miller had very sophisticated sexual desires.  Her fantasy life was as rich and adventurous as her actual life was chaste and restricted. Two factors contributed to her powerfully erotic cravings.  One was access to the internet, specifically the computer she often made use of at the Vicarage where she performed housekeeping duties at the weekend for extra money.  She stumbled upon sites saved in the favourites folder that were dark and sexual and profane, and Becca quickly found herself addicted.

Equally compelling, the other contributing factor to her growing delinquency of mind was the Vicar, himself. Becca often found herself staring, almost mesmerized by the strange light she could almost but not quite discern in the Vicar’s very unusual eyes.  The sound of his voice during his sermons simply became a roaring in her ears, and somehow she always found herself shamefully aroused, her cunt wet and throbbing.  There were times when he seemed to look directly at her, inside of her.  And when she was aroused, his eyes seemed to leap with hidden flames.

Today as she pretended to dust the monitor, her hand reached for the mouse as though it had a mind of its own.  The images springing to life were colourful, nearly three dimensional and raw; her nipples tightened painfully, rubbing against the fabric of her little white bra as though it were made not of soft pretty lace, but sandpaper.

Cocks, two to be precise, slapped a girl’s cheeks; One on the left of her distressed and tearful face, one on the right.  Becca’s open youthful face drew closer to the monitor in order to see more clearly as her heart sped up its manic beating.  Without thought, her left hand had found it’s way to the moist tender nub of flesh tucked between her labia.  Her clit was distended and swollen, her fingers having no trouble finding their deft way to the center of her sensual universe.

Her vision became myopic, narrowly focused as all the rest of the world receded.  Only the sounds and images on the screen inches from her face mattered.  Gone was the feather duster, fallen from fingers palsied by lust.  Gone was the barking of the butcher’s dog, gone the ringing of the phone and the sound of the answering machine picking up in the next room.  Her mind was so keenly and intently focused on the scenes of ravishment playing out before her lust glazed eyes that she failed to hear the Vicar’s voice informing her that he would be home in twenty minutes and would appreciate it if she warmed his midday meal and had it waiting.

“Open your mouth, slut!”  The guttural, husky voice issuing from the computer’s speakers demanded and the delicate pink lips occupying the entire monitor opened, a pink tongue darting out like a small, wanton animal.  A thick veinous cock probed at that pouting mouth, slicked itself against those accommodating lips, slid aggressively within the humid warmth, plumbed the virgin depths.  Becca was hoarse with panting, her own lips as dry as her cunt was wet. She squirmed, unbuttoning her girlish white blouse.

Head thrown back now in wanton abandon, the girl sprawled on the padded office chair, the wheels rolling several inches in one direction, then several in another as Becca writhed in utter base sensual need.  The woman on the screen squealed as her hair was gathered into a brutish fist, pulling her head back, exposing her vulnerable neck to the teeth of the second man.  Becca herself suppressed a scream as the second man bit and sucked with bestial hunger.  Hunger to match her own growing appetite.

A dog’s collar was placed around the woman’s neck, Becca feeling the leather on her own virginal flesh.  A lead was snapped onto the collar and pulled taut, Becca gasping as though it was her airway, and not the actress on the computer which was brutally constricted.  “Kneel whore.”  Her knees grew weak as the woman knelt, the two rampant cocks coming into view once more.  Becca wanted to see more.  She needed to see more.  To feel more.  Her anus contracted as one of the men growled, “I’m going to fuck Your ass!”

Becca could almost physically feel the sensations depicted upon the screen in front of her lust dazzled eyes.  The slapping of a work roughened hand upon the firm, full flesh of a womanly ass.  The bum quivering and growing red with the impact of each well placed slap.  Yes, her mind screamed.  She wanted this too!  This hard handling and rough speech.  She anted the collar around her own young slender neck.  Her whole being screamed for a Dominant man to TAKE her.

Suddenly, and without warming, her entire world tilted on its axis.  Fantasy and reality collided with the piercing pain of a rough hands on her body.  A harsh voice chastising her.  “Awwww!” she screamed as cruel fingers pinched her nipple and a hand wound in her long dark hair, pulling her head back in imitation of what she had so recently been watching upon the computer screen. “Is this what I pay you for Miss Miller?”

With no warning, she was upended and face down over an unyielding set of thighs, thighs like iron and as hard as the voice of the Vicar which now told her, “So, Miss Miller, you like it rough do you?”  Pain blossomed on her upturned bottom as one then two then five more slaps connected with that previously untouched young body.  The Vicar was terrible in his wrath, punishing the young girl without mercy. The slap of flesh on flesh as his hand spanked her nubile young bottom gave way to the deeper bite of a strap marking the pristine white flesh for the first time.

“So. This is how you repay me for my kindness in affording you income?  Are you a slut Miss Miller?”  The strap bit deep and Becca cried out breathlessly.  “Are you a whore?”  Five more times the strap fell upon that resilient flesh, and five times Becca barked out in startled agony.  Finally finding a wheezing remnant of her voice, Becca replied, “No, Vicar, please!”  The strap immediately fell again; even harder than before if that was possible.

“I said, Are you a whore.”  The words sounded more like a statement than a question to Becca’s distressed and confused mind.  “No!” Becca cried, but the strap convinced her otherwise as it feel with determined intent.  “You’re cunt is glistening,” The Vicar’s voice sounded strained as one of his large fingers slid through the tell tale wetness of Becca’s youthful and aroused bunt, bisecting the halves of her outrageously aroused labia and probing, pushing, thrusting deep inside her untried sheath.

With a lightning fast flick of his wrist, the Vicar used Becca’s hair to maneuver her to her knees.  “On your knees before me slut.”  This frightening turn of events had Becca crying in earnest now.  More than anything, Becca liked to please, thrived on praise and approval.  To be so castigated in the eyes of her Vicar was her undoing.  Sobbing now, Becca pleaded for leniency, for understanding, for a reprieve from the violence and pain of this harsh punishment.  Her cunt flooded with a new wave of moisture, putting paid to her outcry of injustice.

“Is this how you spend your time in my home?”  The Vicar’s voice sounded distorted with rage, and only did Becca’s mind begin to return from the anesthetizing influence of the BDSM pornography she’d been imbibing.  Becca heard, before she felt, the sound of her blouse being ripped as the Vicar brutally tore the thin cotton garment open, buttons flying onto the floor.  Her tears were real, yet her body betrayed her sense of outrage, her nipples continuing to tighten and grow painfully y erect, her cunt swelling and flooding with a new wave of moisture.  Her shame grew just as her arousal increased.

“So, you like the dark side of sexuality, do you?”  Becca wasn’t even certain what exactly he meant, only that she was ashamed of herself and that her body wanted more, ever more.  His hand connected now with her tear stained cheek.  “Answer me slut.”  Becca’s confusion of sensation and experience only grew more profound, and her answer was a bewilderment of words falling like guilty gun shots,

“No!.  Oh, yes, no no no no!”  She had no idea any more what she’d been asked, only that she was indeed, imminently, tremendously, monumentally guilty.  “Please Vicar, please!”  His left hand gentled briefly as he stroked tears away from her guilty eyes.  His right hand, however, held tightly, painfully, possessively to hear long dark hair.  “Slut, you’re stealing from me, stealing as you take your pay each week, knowing you have not earned it.”  Becca began to cry; crocodile tears running down her cheeks as her shame was outlined for her.

Just as she thought her shame would come home to roost in utter ignominy, her parents being informed of her baseness and ugly sexual need, her classmates learning of her shame through the neighborhood grapevine, the Vicar’s voice suddenly gentled, just as his hands began to soothe and stroke and caress.  “Shhh, shhh, baby girl don’t cry.”  Becca was so grateful to hear that crooning note in the Vicar’s voice that she collapsed both mentally and emotionally as well as physically into his enfolding arms.

Becca didn’t even mind that the Vicar’s fingers were tweaking her nipples, encouraging further arousal from that young and susceptible body.  She didn’t even object when one then two fingers probed deep, deep, deeply into the virgin depths of her oh so wet cunt.  “Now then Becca, we shall forget this mistake, won’t we?”  The Vicars lips were tender and sweet as they kissed her eyes, kissed the tears away.  His hands stroking her bottom, adjusting her body so she now sat upon his lap, cradled in his arms

“Would you like to be my special girl Becca?”  She thought she was mishearing this golden opportunity to know reprieve.  She thought she must be imagining the crooning sweetness of that deep melodious voice.  As his hands undressed her, laying bare the curves of her sweet young body, Becca dared to peek from beneath her long dark lashes and whisper, “Yes, please, Vicar.”  When his cock was offered for her to taste, to touch, to explore, Becca took to it like a duck to water, like a guilty young girl to the lifeline offered her.  Like the slut she was born to be.  Her lips opened, just as did her hungry cunt.

And oh, the pleasures they were destined to share!  The sweet rich pleasures of darkness and debauchery and rich tender delight!

The Agony Is So Sweet

my mind is blank, listening to Her ever alluring voice.   laying here in bed, as She takes me for another ride.   commands have been given, to relax and be wrapped in warmth.   from the top of my head, to the soles of my feet.   feeling this warming seductive glow, sliding through each and every muscle.   massaging my body and mind.   Her spell has been started and now the journey begins.   traveling into Her Darkness.   Her sensual song, wrapping me in sweet erotic bliss.   each word tender silken kiss, stirring seductive yearnings and desires.   Her touches are so gentle, yet each magnifies such strong and fierce need.   to thrust, to touch, to stroke, with mad need, to spill one’s seed.   i cannot move, She has commanded me so.   hot, furious urgings, needs, Her fire consuming me.   taking me to lands, deep within my mind.   just the two us my pet, the agony is so sweet.   held only by my desire, to be here with Her.   Her toy, to command.   

The Training Chapter 3

Meat sat in her cage naked in the room pondering all she had seen. Was this to be her life from now on? The whim of some person to use as they desired, their pleasure and not her’s. That didn’t seem fair to her. The ability to punish at a whim for the smallest infraction. She would never let her become like that one slave who willing accepted her punishment of the whip and then the humiliation of having to swallow all that cum. She had never swallowed before and would never in her life do it. She was always the one men wanted and would do anything to have her even for one night. She was always the center of attention and she was not going to accept being a piece of meat. Meat was for eating or disposing of and she was going to eat or be disposed of. She would show them. She fell asleep thinking those thoughts. She would fight to save who she was.

A sudden noise awoke her with a start, it turned out to be a slave rapping something on the bars of her cage to wake her up with a tray. Meat spoke up and said “I will have eggs over easy, sausage and toast for breakfast.” The other slave just looked at her and laughed then placed a tray down in front of the opening for it and pushed it through. The slave walked off slowly.

Wait, said Meat. Can I talk to you for a moment?

The slave turned and looked “Sure, I bet you have all sorts of questions but I am not supposed to talk to you or is anyone else so I will give you 3 questions an brief answers.

Meat thought for a moment, “Do you know where we are? Can I get a note to the outside? and do you think of running away?”

The slave without hesitation answered, “No, I don’t and I don’t care I am happy here. No you can’t get a note to the outside and I did like you at first but I have found a happiness here that I have never felt before.” The slave turned and hurried away in the direction most every one had come from the previous day.

Meat thought for a moment, she is brainwashed, she must know where we are and how things go in and out of here. Why doesn’t she think of running away? She thought they must use some brainwashing technique that would cause her not want to escape from her enslavement. Why would anyone want to live in this, to be used and punished at someone’s whim.

“She understands her place and she is rewarded when her service is good” Meat heard from behind her. This startled her as no one was around a few minutes ago. You were limited to 3 questions by my choice said the man. She followed her instructions perfectly. She will be rewarded for following instructions and she is a good slave. She turns around and see’s the man standing there. She looks at him and this time demands to be released immediately. The man laughs and said it is not possible my services have been paid for and I have a no refund policy. I train slaves for people as they desire. The unwilling ones are always a bit more difficult the willing ones also have their own issues. You were brought to me for training, no you have never been here before and no the slave you talked to doesn’t know where she is as do the other slaves. You will be trained to service your Master as he desires. If he says “I want your ass now” you will promptly bend over and take his cock up your ass willing. You will by the time I am through with you. You will be trained to be an obedient slave and when I am finished you will greet your Master properly.

Your training begins in one hour. Eat you will need the strength. He walks over and starts to arrange things, opening storage cabinets getting various items out and laying them on the table. Meat slowly eats her food as she watches him. He is very intent on every action, every item and every place he looks he gets something. Not realizing the time is passing the man claps and 4 slaves come out. Bring out number 3 to start with, he tells the slaves and with a nod they depart and return a few minutes later with a that resembles a table but with most the center gone. The table is set up and secured to the floor tightly. Meat notices there are rings all the way around the table.

“Bring her” said the man.

Two slaves come over to the cage on unlocks it and the other reaches in an grabs her arm and pulls her out. The other grabs the other arm and they lead Meat to the table. The two slaves held her arms behind her while the man attached leather straps to her arms, legs and torso. Meat watches as he methodically palced each strap. Everyone of the straps had 4 rings on them. They were tightened to be snug and hold without cutting off circulation. Next a another piece was brought over with seveal rings on it. Meat looked at it then realized it was a hood. The minute she realized what it was she started to fight back. One of the slaves standing there grabbed her hair and pulled it back forcing her to her knees. The man walked up with the hood and placed it over her head. There was a place for the nose and mouth but no eyes were cut out.

Being completely blind and unable to hear anything Meat kneeled there. She felt a pull on her chin opening her mouth and then some sort of tube was inserted as she could feel the opening with her tongue and felt it cinched into place. She would be able to breath not matter what. A nipple was grabbed and she could feel herself being pulled up and when she was standing pulled in a direction. Meat didn’t know what to do or think she was completely at the mercy of the man and his whims. She is lead to step over something and then made to lay on the floor, it feels a bit cold. She is positioned just so legs spread slightly, arms at sides. Meat knows she can’t do anything at the moment but she will get away, escape this imprisonment.

Meat feels her one of her ankles lifted and pulled farther apart. She thought they will see all of me in this position and more if they do the same with the other one. It feels like something it being pulled by something. Meat’s ankle is left hanging in mid air or so the feeling is. Her other ankle feels the same pulling sensation on her other ankle as the first one. Her legs are spread apart even more, she thought exposing me even more than I have been since I got here. The next pulling was up by a strap that was near her knee which opened her up even more, Meat thought “How am going to live this down?” Her leg on one side is left hanging in mid air unable to move. Soon she feels the other leg being lifted and hung their in mid air unable to move. All Meat knew is she was on her back her legs were tied wide open exposing her pussy to whatever and she was getting nervous about it. What are they going to do to me? wondered Meat.  Meat felt another strap just above her knee being pulled tight.   Meat realized that she was going to be fully exposed to whoever would happen in.  The other leg was being pulled away and tight against something.  Meats legs were basically opened wide and up in the air but her head was still on the ground at this time.  Suddenly her body was lifted into the air, her arms and head were yet to be tied.  Meat was thinking that no one had really touched her since the party the night before but all this handling surely someone had touched her.  She thought for a few minutes and no not really, the leather was put on by either wrapping it around or sliding it up but not really touched.  Meat feels her arm being lifted and the wrist pulled to the side.  Since she can’t really hear anything but  she does wonder what is being said about her.   Her arm is pulled at the elbow she knows she is being tied off, exposed, humiliated and what else were they going to do to her before they were finished.  Her other arm is being tied off at the wrist and at the elbow again.  She feels her tits move and sort of fall to each side when this part is complete.  She feels the strap she saw on the hood she has on being pulled tight her head brought up with that.  Meat then feels another strap being placed under her one arm and pulled tight lifting her shoulder up on one side then another on the other side.  Meat realizes she is suspended completely, she thinks in the table that had no center, she wasn’t sure.

Meat couldn’t hear the people moving around as they tied her into the table.  Though very little talking was done commands are given to aid the man as he binds her into the table.  Her legs spread he must take time doing only so much at time for as not to cause injury.  Working slowly making sure each one is secured so it won’t come loose while this piece of meat is in it.  Her legs then arms torso and lastly the straps for under the arms.  Pulling on the ropes and chains that are securing her making sure they are tighten properly.    He moves around the table as if something is missing.   He goes to the cabinet and pulls out some clamps with bells on them not large ones but they will be heard when moved.  The man places them on her nipples careful not to touch her.   He then goes to one end of the table a pulls a handle which releases two locking pins on each end of the table.   The table now spins so Meat can be placed upside down.  The table is flipped so Meat is now facing down.  A flogger is run down her back slowly across her ass and then down one of her legs.   Meat shivers as she has no idea what just went over her but it did feel okay.   The flogger is brought back up the other leg and rubbed against her pussy.  Meat thinks what are they doing and going to do to me?

The man releases the table again and this time spins it around several times.  The slightly weighted clamps swing pulling on her nipples, she tries to object but can’t.   The man reversed directions several times in there confusing Meat if she is up or down for a moment or two.   She knows she is up by the pull of the weighted clamps pulling to the side not straight down.  She starts spinning again.  This time for a longer period of time, so long she almost gets dizzy.  Meat realizes that she is upside down by the pull on her tits from the clamps.  Meat realized this would be her only method of knowing up from down at least for the time being.  Sure time was passing but how much she couldn’t tell whatsoever.  Soon it stopped Meat could feel the thud of the pins snapping  into place.  Meat determined she was facing the floor since the weights on the clamps pulled down.  Her tits were actually getting accustomed to them.  The pulling on them while being spun around had been much more interesting than she thought, the weights pulled every which way at first she didn’t thing anything would happen but all sudden she felt herself getting wet.

The table stopped and she felt the locking pins close.  Then she felt something at her pussy lips.  It wasn’t a normal feeling either, kind of big but at the same time exciting.  Suddenly it was unceremoniously shoved up into her, hard and with force until it wouldn’t go any farther.  Meat would of gasped if she hadn’t been gagged.  She felt like she was going to be split in half when it got all the way in.  Meat didn’t now what it  was but it was large.

The man decided that she needed to learn how not to cum.  He found his largest vibrator and shoved it up into her.  He had heard the muffled gasp as it spread her, a smile came to his face.   He slowly turns the vibrator on low and picks up the flogger.  Meat feels a vibrating and not sure where it is coming from the she feels the sting of the flogger as it hits her ass for the first time.  She is wondering what they are going to do to her, another strike of the flogger against her ass.   It hurts as the flogger keeps hitting her ass and after some time it changes, from pain to pleasure.

The man hears the change in tones of Meat’s mumblings, he turns up the the vibrator and watches to see if she attempts to fuck it.  When no sign of that is happening he flogs her  ass again for while and near the end of it he sees her trying to fuck the vibrator but she can’t move.   The man turns off the vibrator and hits her ass again with the flogger.  He picks up the speed of  the hits, watching and listening for signs that she is trying to get herself off.    The man lets her get near and the pulls the vibrator out and then hits her with the flogger like she is doing something wrong.

Meat is getting turned on by the object, she thinks is a huge vibrator, in her and the flogging she is getting.  Suddenly the vibrating stops and the orgasm she that was building  quickly subsides.  She thought “NO they can’t do this to me!”

The man just smiled as he watched her struggle knowing that she was close too and not letting her get there was part of it at least not yet and it would actually be several days before she would be allowed to cum.  The man waits a bit, long enough to have a cup of coffee brought to him and drink it.  The vibrator is shoved back up into her as the flogging continues.

She feels whatever it was rammed back up into her and turned on higher rate.   As it gets all the way in a flogger hits her ass again.  The flogging seems to be faster also and a bit harder.  Meat felt the pain from the flogger which was hitting harder and harder with each stroke.   The pain was almost too much for her but  she couldn’t object to it in anyway.  Whatever it was in her before was back and much stronger, she was enjoying that part of  this.   Her near orgasm before started to come back, she wanted so much to fuck something.  The minute she started to try and fuck what was in her it would go away.  She was trying to tell them to let her cum NOW!  Meat was trying hard to be heard but with the gag in her mouth she couldn’t get them to hear her.    Let alone the fact that she couldn’t hear them either.

This went on for  hours getting her close to the point of orgasm just to stop and let Meat cool down. Then start over.  Meat after hours of this was just about fit to be tied, well she was tied, not letting her get her way was out of the question.

The man snapped his fingers and about 30 men lined up with several slave girls to make sure they were nice and hard for Meat.  Meat didn’t know what was about to happen to her but would real soon.  All Meat knew is  she wanted her pussy pulsating in an orgasm.  Suddenly she felt hands on her and then her being violated by someone, fucking her hard and quick.  After only a few minutes he came, then another rammed into her hard he lasted few more minutes before he spewed his cum into her.   Meat wasn’t getting turned on enough to have the orgasm she so desperately wanted.   A third man, then the fourth, Meat thought how many are going to take me and when are they going to let me cum.  The fifth took her, she thought what am I the fuck of the day.  I want my orgasm now!.

Meat after several more could feel the cum that the men had been dumping into her start to run out.  The men entering her didn’t seem to end the amount of cum running out of her was alot.  She was unable to cum and after what seemed like forever a man left not to be replaced by another.

The man had put a bowl under her before the first cum started to run out of her.  The cum started to collect in it  slowly at first but as more used her the faster it collected.  The collection of cum was growing as each slave male stepped up to deposit his cum in her.  The man could see her trying to cum but at the pace the slaves were fucking her she never would.  The male slaves filed in and fucked her and moved on so the next could fuck her.

Meat was beginning to wonder if they would let her cum or not and how many were going to do her.   She was trying to cum but they moved too fast for her, just as she was getting to a point they would be done and pull out.   It felt like hours of men entering, fucking, cumming and then leaving her.  She could feel their cum running out of her, she thought what a mess on the floor to clean up.

The last slave entered her hard and fucked her even harder than all the others.  Meat was sensing after the initial thrust this was going to bring her over the edge finally.  The man realized he was taking too long and with the flogger hit the slave and said “Cum” and on command the slave came and then pulled out before Meat had a chance to cum.  Meat hung there wanting the release of orgasm after being taken so many times that it is all that mattered to her.    The man waited a few minutes watching Meat struggle in order to make herself cum but unable to move the way she was tied up wasn’t going to happen very easily.

Meat felt the thud that she had felt earlier before she was spun around.  The man spun her so her face was up, Meat could feel the cum start to run down her ass.  The man had a female slave pickup the bowl of cum on the floor and hold it while he affixed a funnel to the tube that was going into Meat’s mouth.  The man took the bowl from the slave and began to pour.

Meat felt something going on, was she going to be released now?  No it felt like something was added to the piece of tubing in her mouth.   Suddenly she tasted something running down the tube, she wasn’t sure what it was but she swallowed, Meat had to in order to breath.  The man would pour a bit then stop so Meat would have time to swallow and breath.  He took his time pouring and then scraping.  Meat would get a load then swallow all of it then breath for a few seconds and get another load, she thought what is this stuff I’m swallowing?  Soon all the cum that was in the bowl had been poured done the funnel but there was some that sort of took it time.

Meat thought I hope there isn’t much more of this as the last large load of cum was poured in.  She thought how long am I going to stay like this, cum still dripped down the tube in her mouth and she would swallow it.  She hung there frustrated they wouldn’t let her cum and wondering what was going to happen to her next.

A Darker Love.

Nights unsatisfied,
moans disappear as does
the sighing moon,
full, but unshaken.
The light is too bright,
and all is seen.
Nights of slow fucks,
tender words,
and perfect
Lifetime Movie Network moments.

Some of us are darker,
and need the new moon’s mystery;
need to feel the teeth through skin,
need to feel burning on ass, on cock,
from you.
Need to feel the cruelty unimagined,
the aggressor and his hands.
Need to feel him
degrade me,
punish, arouse, and ensnare me.

“You’re my whore, my little cock-rabbit.
Just my juicy piece of ass, isn’t that right,
slut?”
Echoes drone, ripple in well of psyche,
pierce, penetrate, spellbound.
The dark chant of his words elevate me
as does rhythmic slap,
slap, slap, slapping
of skin on his;
of hands meeting ass again and again.

“Yes, sir. Yes, Sir! Yes SIR!”
Screams and moans resound,
sweat and love make physical actions
as he coos to me of my hard work,
then caws at me commands.
Trance, filled with the best way
I know how to love;
with trust, with pain
–by giving him me,
at my most raw; primal and honest.

A Birthday And Cake

Thank a friend, ExPrincess, for the title. She recently let me in on the euphemisms of her soon to be nixed marriage. Chocolate is masturbation [a replacement for sex], birthday cake is oral sex, and cake is sex. I figured A Birthday And Cake was a better title than Having My Cake And Eating It Too, which could equally apply. Pardon the bad puns, now on to the meat of the post.

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Yesterday was my birthday and it started off wonderfully with a short bit of oral just after waking up. It wasn’t too involved, as She had to go to work. The day passed without much incident, though She had to work late so dinner was sans Her. When She did get home Her mood wasn’t the greatest, so i assumed that the night would end with some cuddling then sleep.

When Wwe went to bed She was naked [rare lately so very enjoyable] and very affectionate. It started with Uus side by side, then me on top, then Her on top. At that point i wanted to feel those affections against my back, so i asked and was allowed to roll over. Her naked body against my back, shifting as She touched, as She kissed. That alone would have been a great ending to the birthday.

Then She began grinding and riding down on my back and hips.  Gripping the bed, it was all I could do to keep them turned up to give Her a nice firm spot to grind until She came. Twice i think. During which She fucked my mouth with Her fingers, pinned my hands to the bed, treated me like a slut and a whore.

When She decided She was finished with that She turned on a light then began playing with my ass. Kissing. Biting. Then something i would have never asked Her for but sent shivers everywhere that i can still feel. Her tongue rimming the hole, making me quiver like i can’t remember.

Then She slid something inside. At first i thought it was a plug since it felt a bit pointy, but then She told me it was Her finger. One small detail and it sent me to a completely new level. Having a piece of Her inside me, sliding in and out. Fucking. Then gods, Her talking about how hard Her little clit was from riding me. By then i was too worked up to do more than nod when She asked if i enjoyed it, but She did elicit a moan mentioning She wished Her little clit was a cock so She could fuck me proper with it. So She could fill my ass with cum. Now Wwe kinda want a squirting dildo but Wwe’ll see.

At that point it was starting to hurt so Wwe got lube and continued, this time Her seated comfortably on the bed with me on my knees and my shoulders to the bed. Nice and close to Her, She was able to keep fingering my hole while She reached around and stroked a cock that’s been hard since the first few kisses. At one point i went up onto just my knees, arching back and gripping Her thighs as She tormented me more by starting to nuzzle and kiss my back. Not long after that I finally had to pull away, having gotten enough play as i could take back there for the night.

She cleaned up then and the lights went off as She drew me in close and let me nurse a bit, which was quite calming at first but, as She began enjoying it, i began sucking harder and soon i was between her legs, sucking like a hungry little boy, while She whispered how She wished She could still feed me and playing with Herself. Before long i was pushing inside of Her, fucking and feeding off Mommy, pleasing Her like a good boy should. As some point though She pushed me away, only to have me go lower so i could continue pleasing Her with my mouth. i was happy to bring Her to a couple more climaxes with my tongue and mouth before She reached for the Hitachi to finish the night off.

After all that Wwe went to bed, Her naked body pressed against my back and me falling asleep quicker than i can rightly remember doing anytime recently. A side note, writing this blog post is a torturous task given to me by Mommy. Through the first half, i managed well enough but took a shower to calm me and then put on the equivalent of 3 cock rings [a trimmed Gates of Hell i can wear comfortably during the whole day] so now it’s achingly hard and sensitive, but i’m not allowed to get off until tonight with Mommy. This isn’t a complaint by any means, as i suggested it knowing it would be torture and, knowing I would be worked up so much when Mommy got home, i would be extremely eager to please Her.

In closing, last night cemented the fact that i’m more sub to Her than ever before. Beyond that, i’ll go into in another post. For now, just picture me glowing and blissed out without even getting to climax last night.

Daily Batman: The Bat and the Cat, up to games again

Those crazy, crazy kids.

“I can give you more happiness than anyone in the world, I mean, it’s me and you against the world.”
“What about Robin?”
“Well, I’ll have him killed. Painlessly. He is a bit of a bore with his ‘holy this’ and ‘holy that.’”
“Aw, that does it, Catwoman. I thought you had a modicum of decency, but I can see that I erred in my judgment!”
— Season 2, Episode #75 Scat! Darn Catwoman Part 2, original air date 25 Jan 1967

Best part of that exchange is the “Aw.” He’s bummed, y’all.

Evolve

I’m learning (or attempting to understand) the dynamics involved in a “Dd” Domestic discipline relationship.   From what I read, and hear..My interpretation would be that it’s a form of a D/s relationship.  There is so much to learn..but I gleaned from another website this:

If it is relatively rare, it is perfectly acceptable in this situation to say, “Because I said so. I’m the guy with the paddle, and you’re the girl with the bottom. Do I need to demonstrate?”

Now…I think I understand…I think

But then again…combine MY kink, and a spanko’s kink…and I would say the possibilities are endless.  Damn..there’s nothing like a good set of cuffs properly applied though…damn!

Supreme Court Will Review BDSM Related Case

Well, one day it had to happen.  The Supreme Court announced that it will review a case that had been making its way up the courthouse chain for a while now. It is a rather interesting case, but to boil it down to the basics, prosecutors claim that Glenn Marcus beat and tortured a woman named “Jodi”. From Courthouse news:

The Supreme Court will decide whether a lower court correctly set aside the conviction of a sex trafficker known as “S&M Svengali.” The justices on Tuesday agreed to hear the government’s appeal of a case involving Glenn Marcus, who received nine years in prison for beating, sexually abusing and humiliating a woman who had agreed to appear in photos as his “sex slave.”
Marcus met his alleged victim, Jodi, through a bondage Web site, and the two agreed to meet in Maryland in 1998. During the visit, Marcus whipped Jodi and carved the word “slave” on her stomach with a knife, according to prosecutors.

But the 2nd Circuit threw out his conviction on the basis that some of the offenses occurred before the passage of the 2000 Trafficking Victims Protection Act, which was used to prosecute him.

I am no lawyer, so I won’t comment about the merits of the case, or what it means for the Lifestyle in general.  I do think it is important to remember that perhaps sometimes it is wiser, no matter how much we may want to show off our sadism and our skills, for what ever reward, monetary or fame, that such display may bring it is often wiser to no do so. Society at large does not understand us.  They will act to bring us down.

And always, ALWAYS remember that when consent is withdrawn – STOP.

MV

CONTRAT DE SOUMISSION

Ce contrat est présenté comme un accord durable et sécurisant qui tente de définir en termes spécifiques une relation et l’interaction entre deux personnes. Il intervient entre Gazelle, ci-après nommée la Soumise, qui souhaite être tenue dans un état de soumission, et Snake, ci-après nommé le Maître, qui souhaite la maintenir dans cette soumission.

1 – Portée du contrat

1.1 – Ce contrat prendra effet dès sa signature par les deux co-contractants. La durée de celui-ci n’est pas limitée dans le temps, mais il sera caduc le jour même de sa destruction. Il restera aux mains du dominant et sera disponible à volonté y compris pour le lire ou le modifier. L’un ou l’autre des partenaires pourra le détruire et stoppera de ce fait l’engagement. Ce contrat est un contrat d’intention, il ne peut en aucun cas servir en justice.

2 – Règles inconditionnelles

2.1 – La Soumise accepte que son corps devienne la propriété de son Maître qui pourra en faire ce que bon lui semble, à l’intérieur des limites définies dans le présent contrat.

2.2 – La Soumise admet que sa condition l’oblige à une attitude respectueuse envers son Maître. Ainsi, elle accepte d’obéir sans retenue à tous ses ordres quels qu’ils soient. A tout manquement elle sera punie plus ou moins sévèrement. Elle est consciente de ses obligations envers celui qui a en charge son éducation.

2.3 – La Soumise a bien conscience de son statut d’esclave sexuelle et assume pleinement ce rôle. Le Maître pourra à ce titre l’utiliser comme bon lui semble pour sa satisfaction personnelle.

2.4 - La Soumise a une obligation d’hygiène  de son corps et  de ses orifices. Elle doit maintenir sa partie intime épilée pour accéder à ses lèvres et son clitoris, chaque fois que son Maître l’ordonnera pour des périodes plus ou moins longues. Par ailleurs, afin de pouvoir exciter son maître sans délai, la soumise aura l’obligation de se tenir excitée sexuellement. Sa vulve sera systématiquement mouillée grâce à des séances de masturbations sans orgasmes ou par des lectures d’échanges à caractères sexuels.

2.5 – Le devoir du Maître est de prendre en charge l’éducation de sa Soumise. Il devra en faire une chienne docile et obéissante en utilisant les moyens mis à sa disposition dans le présent contrat. Il devra en outre savoir récompenser sa Soumise lorsqu’elle sera méritante. Ceci passera par des récompenses psychologiques, mais aussi par des faveurs sexuelles comme le droit de jouir en se masturbant et même l’exécution de divers actes sexuels par le Maitre.

3 – Lieux et limites d’application du contrat

3.1 – En famille: Aucun article du présent contrat n’a pour dessein de nuire à la vie familiale de la Soumise. Le Maître ne pourra se prévaloir de ce contrat qu’à la condition qu’en aucune manière, la famille ne puisse s’apercevoir de cette relation sauf demande explicite de la Soumise.

3.2 – En public: Aucun article du présent contrat n’a pour dessein de nuire à la vie sociale de la Soumise. Le Maître ne pourra se prévaloir de ce contrat qu’à la condition qu’en aucune manière, l’entourage personnel ou professionnel de la Soumise ne puisse s’apercevoir de cette relation, sauf demande explicite de la Soumise.

3.3 – Les pratiques ne devront pas porter atteinte d’une façon générale au corps de la Soumise en entraînant des modifications ou altérations à long terme.

4 – Règles élémentaires

4.1 – Tenues: Elles devront être présentées au Maître et soumise à sa validation. Cette règle s’applique en fonction du lieu d’application du contrat ci-dessus. Ainsi le Maître ne pourra en aucun cas exiger une tenue spécifique en réunion de famille. En revanche la tenue peut être totalement définie par le Maître lors d’une application totale du présent contrat. Seront recherchées de façon générale par la Soumise:

• Des tenues féminines et attirantes.
• Des tenues mettant en valeur sa poitrine, ses hanches, ses fesses.
• Des tenues sexy, moulantes.

4.2 – Conduite à tenir: D’une manière générale, et dans les cadre intime et public, la Soumise devra prendre l’habitude d’obéir sans poser de question, de faire plutôt que de choisir. Aucun ordre ne pourra être contesté sur place. L’obéissance sera autant psychologique que physique. Sans que rien ne soit précisé, la Soumise veillera à chaque instant au bien être de son Maître. Elle devra rester disponible rapidement sans remettre en cause les décisions prises.

5 – Domaine d’application du contrat

5.1 – Domination physique: Le corps de la soumise devient la propriété du Maître qui pourra en faire ce que bon lui semble. Le bondage prendra une place de plus en plus importante dans la vie de la Soumise. Qu’il s’agisse de cordes, de bracelets maintenant les poignets, chevilles, cou, bassin, ou de tout autre moyen de contraintes, la Soumise se doit de se laisser totalement entraver et s’engage à ne pas supplier le Maître de la libérer, quelle que soit la durée de l’épreuve. De meme, lors des séances, la Soumise se doit de demander au Maître la position dans laquelle il souhaite la voir. Elle devra adopter cette position, et ce quelle qu’elle soit.

5.2 – Domination sexuelle: Les trois orifices de la Soumise doivent être offerts au Maître sur simple demande de ce dernier. Il se réserve le droit de les pénétrer ou de les dilater selon ses désirs. Aucune autre personne et sous aucun prétexte n’aura le droit d’utiliser l’un des trois orifices de quelque façon que ce soit. L’anus devra pouvoir supporter la pénétration aussi aisément que le vagin. La bouche devra être à la totale disposition du Maître à tout moment. Le corps de la Soumise devra recevoir les éjaculations du Maître où bon lui semblera. Le corps de la Soumise devenant la propriété du Maître, la Soumise ne pourra se masturber ou jouir qu’avec l’accord de son Maître. Le Maître se réserve le droit de demander à sa Soumise d’exécuter n’importe quel acte sexuel pouvant le satisfaire, même les plus humiliants. Ceci inclut la prise et l’envoi de photo, de vidéo et l’exhibition forcée. Le Maître pourra à tout moment décider de prendre des photos ou des vidéos de la Soumise lorsqu’elle se livrera à des actes sexuels.

5.3 – Domination psychologique: Si le corps de la soumise est totalement dévoué à son Maître, la soumission psychologique devra elle aussi être totale. La Soumise accepte de confier sa capacité de décision à son Maître et s’en remet totalement à lui. Des frustrations seront pratiquées comme l’impossibilité de parler,, de jouir, de regarder le Maître dans les yeux, et même de le voir. La Soumise devra, sur demande du Maître, réaliser les envies de celui-ci même à distance. La webcam et tous les autres outils de communications pourront être utilisés à cet effet. Les insultes et les humiliations seront acceptées et prises comme un gage d’intérêt du Maître. La Soumise devra accepter un langage de plus en plus direct et devra également utiliser un langage très cru, voire vulgaire à son égard lors de ce type d’échange. La Soumise s’engage à accepter de plein droit d’être appelé Soumise, Chienne, Esclave, Objet, Salope, Pute, Vide-couilles, et par tout autre nom souhaité par son Maître, et ceci en tout lieux et à toute heure du jour et de la nuit.

5.4 – Domination en direct: Lors des séances reprennant tous les aspects vus précédemment, il sera instauré un “rituel”. Ce rituel devra être exécuté au tout début de la séance. Il pourra s’agir de faveur sexuelle, de position spécifique, de lecture, d’exhibition, ou de toute autre chose définie par le Maître.

5.5 – Domination à distance: En raison de la distance séparant les deux parties, des séances de domination pourront avoir lieu par webcam, email, ou téléphone. La Soumise devra se livrer en obéissant à ces ordres de la même manière qu’elle le ferait en réel. Elle devra se livrer aussi bien à des échanges qu’à des humiliations ou a des actes sexuels comme la masturbation, la pénétration de différents orifices, ou encore la frustration. Lors de ces échanges, elle veillera en permanence à assurer un état d’excitation chez son Maître.

5.6 – La Soumise s’engage a respecter les désirs de son Maître sans délai. Son libre-arbitre étant devenu la propriété de son Maître, la Soumise ne devra pas être troublée ou rester interloquée et sans voix. Tout cas de non-réponse ou de délai non respecté sera considéré comme une désobéissance.

5.7 – Toutes ces règles devront être respectées. Si lors de l’absence du Maître, la Soumise ne peut en appliquer une, même à juste titre, le Maître devra en être averti dans les plus brefs délais et décidera si une sanction se doit d’être appliqué.

6 – Sanctions et punitions

6.1 – La Soumise accepte par avance toutes pratiques et punitions choisies par son Maître pour la sanctionner, et ceci en tout lieux et à toute heure du jour et de la nuit.

6.2 – En cas de non respect des règles de la part:

• Du Maître: La Soumise n’a pas à respecter l’ordre donné et peut décider de la suspension du contrat pour une durée maximum de 12h. Après ce délai le Maître devra justifier son attitude. Si la soumise lui donne raison, elle devra s’acquitter de l’ordre qu’elle avait refusé et être sanctionné. Si le Maître avait tort, la suspension du contrat pourrait être prolongé, constituant une sanction contre celui-ci pour une durée ne pouvant pas excéder 1 semaine. La durée devra être déterminée par les deux parties.

• De la soumise: Si la soumise n’accepte pas l’exécution d’une sanction donnée par le Maître ou si elle désobéit, la sanction sera doublée. La première sanction se déroulera le plus rapidement possible. Une seconde sanction sera effectuée en fin de semaine regroupant toutes les fautes commises durant la semaine. La Soumise se doit de tenir le compte de ses fautes et sanctions.

7 – Clauses particulières

7.1 – SAFEWORD: La Soumise s’engage à utiliser le mot « STOP » comme seul signe réel d’une impossibilité de répondre aux exigences du Maître ou en cas de douleur accrue lors de l’application de ce contrat. Celui-ci ne sera jamais utilisé sans de bonnes et réelles raisons.

7.2 – Malgré la douleur, la vexation, les contraintes ou l’abstinence forcée, la Soumise affichera constamment le plaisir et la joie correspondants à une vie de soumission totale voulue, acceptée et appréciée.

A New Life

At the beginning of this week I felt like I was starting to come out of a fog, everyone I have talked to that has been divorced has said the same thing give yourself time and everyone is different. And I kept thinking well there is that and how about lets also add in all these submissive feelings that have been coming up, sometimes I wonder if I’m crazy, when I brought this up to my dominant friend she said what I am going through is normal.  Sometimes some of feelings when they come up it is like a drug and all I can think of is Goddess and how I wish to serve her, she becomes my whole focus and then afterwards I feel drained and depressed. One thing that keeps coming up is I need to make sure I am eating,  sleeping, exercising and meditating.

I started taking some more action to find out all the areas of my life that will be affected by the divorce and I started letting a few people know that things have changed in my life. As I did I started feeling a wonderful sense of freedom, I get to find out who I am what my submissiveness means to me and I can start making new friends and get their perspective on how they see themselves living The Lifestyle.

I look at my friend, lol, I call her Goddess, she allows be to be me, what a wonderful freedom and friend to have. She once told me she will always see me as submissive and I know I will always see her as Goddess, we are good friends. She is a true dominant and I respect her, she told me in the beginning she was but a guide and the willingness must be mine and true honesty is spoken by ones actions. Well she gets to watch my feet and see how honest I am.

I get to create a whole new life.  ~LOL~

I have a new relationship to explore the one I am having with myself.

I am not even counting the days until my banishment is over and we can talk again, I have come to terms with guilt I felt and I know this time apart needed to happen for other reasons.

BSDM is a stepping stone, the door opens through love and connection through serving. I’m rambling, my meditations have been very interesting. I found the gift in service elsewhere and now I see it here; honesty, willingness, trust, surrender, being open… beautiful gifts of the soul. We surrender to each other, we serve each other, Goddess and slave and we find the Infinite beyond.

Media Update

City spanks Power Exchange
San Francisco Bay Guardian – San Francisco,CA,USA
Power Exchange isn’t just a venerable sex club, it’s a popular gathering place for the transgender and BDSM communities and a hub for unfettered sexual fun …

Sex club spanked with lawsuit from patron injured during bondage play
SF Weekly – San Francisco,CA,USA
A devotee of San Francisco’s BDSM scene, Nevraumont was attending the Power Exchange sex club, then located on Otis Street; her male companion had strung …

 

drama in its worst manifestation

So my husband and I are members of a BDSM club.  Honestly, the only reason we joined is because we had friends who were members, and they encouraged us to join.  They knew full well that we don’t have a Dominant/submissive relationship.  So we joined and at first I was quite pissed off upon hearing some of the Doms and their god-like attitudes toward themselves and the world. I’ve since come to understand the dynamics and, even though it’s not for us, I respect that some people want to live their lives like that. They are all consenting adults, so it’s none of my business.

This club has its huge share of drama, of which I have been a part.  My contribution has mainly been due to the fact that some of them think it would be a good idea to align ourselves with the local Goth crowd. Our club has an obsession with getting new members, and apparently will stoop to the lowest levels to do this. We used to be fixtures in the Goth scene, and left it because of the scene’s leaders and their lying, manipulative behavior.  One woman in particular has trotted her cottage cheese thighs over to our club message board and tried to ply her crap on us.  When my husband and I have pointed out that these are not the sort of people we want to attract, we’ve been called negative and accused of having a vendetta.  Well, we do.  This woman’s now-husband pleaded guilty to allowing minors into a downtown club when he was working security there (it is on a state court website).  The scene has moved to about 5 different bars in the last 6 or 7 years due to issues with underage drinking and drugs.  We highly suspect that the leaders are making deals with bar owners to get in x-number of people in exchange for a cut of the bar tab, which explains why they’ve migrated to the worst dives in town that are desperate for business.

Recently it has been discussed that the BDSM message boards aren’t exactly secure, and, that even though people use pseudonyms there, they are easily tracked down on the internet because most of them weren’t smart enough to choose a user name different from what they use on other internet sites.  In a random search of members, I’ve been able to find not only people’s real full names, but in some cases their business connections.  One woman was stalked by some idiot who found her profile on the BDSM site and managed to track down where she lived.

The site is set up like this:  there are guest members, and there are active members. The access to profiles and forums is not much different for each. Guest members can only read the guest message board, but that is where a lot of stuff gets posted. They can also see member profiles. All it’s going to take is another stalker, or some pissed off ex who’s looking for dirt in a custody battle, or a suspicious employer, and any guest member can find pretty much all the dirt they want on someone.  Even though BDSM is legal between consenting adults, it still bears a huge stigma in mainstream society that could ruin a career or result in loss of child custody, especially in Idaho.  I’ve expressed my opinion as to the access that guest members should have to the board but it seems to have fallen on deaf ears, mainly due to this obsession with getting new members.

This Goth leader bitch is a guest member, of course. She has been a guest member for about 4 years. You look back through her posts and can see that she’s said she was going to join and become an active member (and never has), or that she’s so excited about a class or event (never shows up). However, she freely uses the board to promote her Goth events and to encourage the two scenes to become more intertwined. Yet she won’t commit to a lousy $20 bucks to become an active member.  My husband and I have proposed that guest members have 90 days to decide whether or not to become active members, and if they don’t, their account is deleted.  There was another bitch who was actually a founding member, who logged on and held forth about all the drama. She admitted she only logs in about once a year and that it’s the same old shit all the time. How would she know, when she comes to look once a year? She got hammered by some of the others, which was good. Of course she is not an active member.  Yet she has access to the boards and the profiles. Personally, I think unless she coughs up the $20, her entire account should be deleted, “founding member” or not.  There are other so-called founding members who are inactive as well, and I think they need to be booted. Obviously they aren’t interested in the group anymore. Get rid of them.

This is my bitching BDSM rant of the day. Thank you very much.

Friday Night - NOT being a slut

Friday nights are generally usually one of my best nights for “play-dates”. My partner works swing shift, the girlfriends are out on their own dates, and I don’t need to get up at 5:30 am for work. So there haven’t been too many Friday’s that I have not played for a good portion of the night with a ‘friend’ or two.

With this new test of mine of not rushing into the sack I’m trying to develop a new routine.

There is a bottle of wine in the fridge (Cave Srpings, Riesling, 2006), cajun catfish for dinner… a luxurious bath waiting with bath balms, lavendar oil and shae butter for my hair and I’ve chosen Mussorgsky for entertainment.

Almost perfect…

Still getting ridden very hard before going to bed would be nice.