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Trussed up Maso slut
Posted:Jun 15, 2023 2:46 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2023 4:18 am
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It started innocently enough, we met on an internet site. One thing led to another, as I continued to delve into her mind. Everything was consensual, and on the up and up. As we progressed there was a distinctive smell of musk in the room as she proceeded to get hotter and hotter. All the sexual repartee.

It was such a joy to play with a much younger and more innocent mind. I seldom play with a female submissive until one is above 50 years old.

It was only when I described the whole vision was that she was acutely aware of her positioning, and promptly became humiliated, that she could get to such a position. Indeed, she uttered the words “Oh Godddd” as she looked into a mirror in the dungeon.

Damn, she was quite a vision all trussed up in fetish attire, all black leather and cobalt blue. From the bottom to the top: black 5 inch platform heels, making her an inch shorter then Me. Black leather ankle and wrist cuffs, black satin crotch less panties, a black satin shelf bra holding her full size breasts, a black leather posture collar. Later would be added a black leather ring gag, and cobalt blue blindfold.

Overtop of this, was a cobalt blue fishnet stocking dress. Pulled down below her full breasts, and up to reveal her lower holes.

The young thing was masochistic, nipple clamps with weights hanging from her breasts. Likewise, using simple bungee cords, which I had wrapped around her inner thighs and attached them to her pussy lips to stretch them open and reveal her red coloured, velvet sensitive inner folds. Obviously more weights could be applied to the clamps.

We had negotiated that during play, that all of her erogenous zones were "ours". So it was "our" mouth, "our" pussy lips, "our" cunt, and "our" anal hole. When not being played with these erogenous zones were hers. This is in part due to My moral compass, where I am never her master, but Sir, as my higher power is supreme.

Did I fail to mention, that this fuckslut was up on a breeding bench, where her wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to the bench.

Currently in her mouth was My custom-made camel crop. A camel crop, due to the thickness of the hide, has a much more robust shaft, and is heavily ribbed, to be drawn across the pussy and clit like a violin bow. Its other features include twin black leather tails, which may induce either pleasure or pain to the submissive. This handle is in the shape of a cockhead and may be used in all three of “our” holes.

Within Eyesite of this maso-slut are a number of toys. Their purpose, is to trigger the fucksluts cravings. I insist that all submissive tell Me their innermost cravings, and to be very direct in speaking her innermost thoughts as they happen.. My reasoning, play should be fun for both, and two minds are better then one. Ultimately, she speaks of her wants, and I determine what the needs of our relationship require.

Now where were we, Oh yes the submissive is now humiliated as she is starting to fully realize the consequences of her decisions which are consensual.

A serious gaze with My baby blues, looking deeply into your eyes. Now little one, could you see yourself in such a predicament. What are your cravings, what are your desires?
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First Sensual Encounter
Posted:Dec 5, 2021 11:14 am
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2023 12:39 pm
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The sound unmistakable, the metallic thunk of a lock being released to the door of My home. I looked to your eyes, and you looked down as you had committed yourself.
I opened the door with one hand, the other connected to yours by only our pinkies. A gentle tug to the finger brought you inside. As I closed and locked behind us, I again caught the fragrance of your perfume. It had been haunting Me since I had picked you up at your home much earlier in the evening.

Smiles, what an evening it . I had called you much earlier in the week, and we had together planned the evening out to a quiet restaurant about a twenty minute drive from your place,. Your desire to please had Me choosing your wardrobe, as you had sent me pictures of you modeling both lingerie and dresses. Outwardly you had that professional woman look, but with a slight tease, with a few buttons undone, a bit to risque for the office. Your heels, elevated you slightly, just enough so that I down to you two inches. Underneath, that special lingerie to impress. Your Jewelry delicate, and at My insistence two loops in your pierced ears each about an inch in diameter.

The conversation throughout the evening had been enjoyable, much like many of the telephone conversations which we had had over the last month. Upon meeting you at a munch, I had given you my number, and surprised when you called. a day or so later. A week after that we met for coffee and then a leisurely walk through a park, talking of each others backgrounds, and what we both enjoyed about the lifestyle. Somehow through that we found a connection, and at the end of the outing, you had the spontaneity to give Me an affectionate hug. There after the texts and telephone conversations became more frequent as we started to reveal our inner thoughts and desires.

At the conclusion of our meal, we arose from the table. Slyly I whispered into your ear, "should you wish to spend the night with Me, you are to slip off to the ladies room, return with your panties in hand, and discreetly place them in the right pocket of my leather jacket". Much to My delight, you dutifully did that, slipping the satin into my pocket as I the bill at the counter. As you withdrew your hand, I grasped it, and then entwined our two pinkies, leading you out into the night and to my car. Upon reaching the car I raised your hand to my lips, kissed your fingers and whispered "thankyou littleone." To which you responded, "it will be my pleasure, Sir."

The music on the way to my home of your choosing. It the playlist of an accomplished female artist. Again our pinkies were entwined and hands rested on the console between us. As we rolled up to my home I turned off the ignition and we continued to listen to the playlist as it concluded. Turning, I noticed that you were biting your lip, a detail I would address in the near future. There after I escorted you to the front door.

The whiff of perfume drew my body to yours, as I did so I raised your pinkie, leading your left hand above hand above your head, my body pressing yours against the wall behind us. My free hand grasped your other wrist, then pinned it against the other. My right hand trailed down, a finger slipped through the loop of your right ear ring ,lightly pulling your hair, compelling you to turn your head as I pinned your head against the wall, which exposed your nec
My eyes were intense, into the depths of yours. Our bodies pressed together, my chest against your heaving breasts, my firm covered manhood pressed to your dripping sex. Not a word said. I focused my attention to your flesh, placed My lips on your neckline, slowly nibbling and butterfly kissing your sensual skin. I worked my way to your ear lobe kissed it than lightly bit.

"Mine" I softy growled into your ear.

"yours" you responded, knees weakening, spreading your legs, and involuntarily grinding your mons to my hardness.
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The play collar
Posted:Mar 23, 2017 12:08 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2017 11:07 am
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Let Me repeat the rules littlone|

Should you wish to play, merely kneel at the table, and place he play collar on your neck. Once you have done that, declare what cravings you have had in the last week, that is what dark and erotic thoughts which you have had that you may wish to enact.
As always I will record them in My journal for future use.

Likewise you are to identify what your existing boundries are, and which ones are hard limits. I am most interested in what boundries you wish to push, so that we may continue your training. Oh yes I need to hear your safewords, repeat them for Me.
Once you have done that, its time to look at the fetish closet and toy chest. A few new items have arrived since your last visit. Should anything catch your eye, place them on the table....then kneel once more. Please bear in mind, that some of these items are cues for previous play, play which we can build upon this evening.

In this way, both of us will have input into the scenes, both of us will be using our creative minds. It is however up to Me to determine what your needs are this evening. and how we shall play. I may choose to explore your sensual and erotic side, I may use you as a fucktoy for My personal pleasure, or choose to push your boundaries as we delve into the darker recesses of Our minds.

The practice of kneeling and putting on the playcollar will be repeated everytime you wish to submit. Once it is on, your body and mind become mine to use as I see fit.

Should you not wish to play, that is fine as well. Merely sit over in that chair and you shall be treated as the woman that you are.
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Tatters
Posted:Jan 26, 2016 1:07 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2021 8:57 pm
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There was no doubt about it, she looked frumpy in her attire. Now I have no problems with her wearing comfortable clothes, but what she was wearing detracted from her inner beauty. It was a casual day at My place, we had just completed a bbq lunch on the deck and she was washing up a few things, as I restocked the fridge with the left over salad, and the salad dressing. Just then she finished wiping her hand, asking Me the question, Is there anything else I can do?
My mind moved quickly, what to do,hmmm. I got it,Yes babygirl, leave your hands on the counter, I will be right back. I promptly went to the closet in My bedroom, and returned. with a cotton shirt of mine.
Placing a hand on her back, I said in a soft voice . Today we will be going shopping for a few new things. Now don’t move, I then pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer and without ceremony began cutting away her top. Her bra, was frayed, a few snips of the scissors and it to fell away. Her eyes swelled with tears. Lifting her skirt, well lets just say her panties weren’t pretty, snip, snip, they joined the tattered pile. By now she was an emotional wreck. I ran My hand down her naked back to softly comfort her. Then had her put on my t-shirt, grasping a box of tissues I guided her to the couch, where we sat.

Obviously I had been to hasty in My decision. Her emotional state was such that neither of us could speak. I apologised for My actions (yes Doms are not infallible). For had I realized that a few words would have sufficed. Something along the lines of...you disappointed Me by wearing such attire, would have been more then enough

What ensued was a lengthy conversation about what both of us should wear when we are at home together. Now I wasn’t talking high end lingerie and fuck me heels, this was everyday comfort wear. We both agreed that it was important to get out of role of the day workwear into attire that both of us felt comfortable in and pleased the eyes of the other. Both of us had work to do in bumping up our clothing wardrobe. Some of it would take months, based upon the seasonal fluctuation in weather.

Looking across at the kitchen floor their remained a pile of tattered clothing. While littleone freshened up, I picked up the heap. Some found its way to the garbage bin, while the rest could be washed and used for rags. We found a few more things of mine which she could put on then headed out to replace her attire. It was a costly day for my wallet, I learned a few more things about women’s attire, and it was an emotionally taxing day for us both. That evening we ordered in Chinese, and spent a relaxing evening in each others arms.
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you
Posted:Dec 31, 2015 5:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2016 8:20 pm
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Musings while on the trail

The Male within Demands
you in a passionate embrace

The Sadist within Craves
you over My knee

The gentleman within whispers
tame My Lions and treat
you with utmost respect

* note the use of capitals for Male, Sadist and the lower case for gentleman
it reflects the angst within
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over the knee spankings
Posted:Nov 30, 2015 10:48 am
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2016 8:19 pm
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tis something empowering about the effect of an over the knee spanking...a submissive completely relaxed...her body drapped over ones knee....the mental tease of pulling down her delicate panties...the feeling of His manhood arise and press against her tummy..as He is able to fondle, prod and tease her buttocks and the treasures that lie between ones thighs...
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A Masters Room
Posted:Jun 21, 2014 6:40 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2023 11:40 am
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The soft slow yawn of heavy oak door over thick carpeting leads you inside...
Your gaze drawn immediately to the huge four -poster dominating the room,
the polished oak and leather trim inviting the barest brush of fingertips.
you find yourself walking closer,
your eyes taking in the tri-level restraints built subtly into the thick sturdy posts.
Images of what he might do.. held,… spread… Suspended.

Twin candles flicker near the head of the bed,
the heady fragrance of scented oils lush, intoxicating the senses.
The room is heavily mirrored, your reflection from every angle in a bronze oaken hue.
A downy comforter in lush creamy velvet covers the queen-sized bed...
Overstuffed velvet pillows in dark royal purple are tossed in the appearance of carelessness about the bed and floor, providing cushion in the event one mind find herself.... off-balance.

As your gaze roams the room, you notice the elegant furnishings
perfectly matched to the dark oak and leather trim of the inviting four poster,
each piece similarly fitted with the same subtle built in restraints.
A St Andrews Cross is against one wall,
a long leather covered bench and
a toy-box…filled with every imaginable implement
that might wring out moans of pleasure...or pain.

A fireplace centers one wall,
Its firelight bathes the room.
Below the hearth a polar bear rug,
And above the rug twin chains hang,
To the left a massive wingback chair,
Flanked by a pair of side tables and
At its base a soft floor cushion,

To the right…a cage fills a dark corner,
Its door open and inviting.

one can’t help but be drawn to a massive closet.
leather and latex fetish-wear for women draped from hangers.
Corsets of several colors,
Rows of high-heeled shoes and thigh highs line the bottom.
Drawers of silk stockings in every texture and hue.
Deeper in the closet is men’s clothing,
dark in tone, suits, vests some of leather some in dark cloth.
Leather leashes, wrist arm and neck restraints are along the back wall.

On one side table is a hairbrush,
Behind it wrist and leg restraints,
And a posture collar with three rings,
The drawer of the second side table is slightly ajar,
Revealing a
Riding crop, and a
Flogger off softest suede,….

To one side is a note it reads:

littleone...make yourself desireable in fetishwear of your choosing...
then select toys of pleasure and pain...and lay them next to the furniture to which you wish to be played upon...then assume a comfortable position....
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