Is This You?
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Feb 15, 2012 12:56 pm
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Is This You?
Another long day at work has gone by. You’re wiped out, so you grab a cup of coffee and head over to the computer. You stare at the bills lying there waiting for your attention, knowing how you always seem to mess up paying them even though your wages are good enough. Wishing there was a family out there you could belong to, you turn to the computer and your favorite web sites.
You couldn’t believe it. You found them. Found yourself wanting to tell them everything about yourself. Didn’t want to hold back any details, wanted them to know you were real to. Found yourself yearning to go to them.
They were an older couple; he, being very dominant, alpha and master of their house; she, being the mistress and more of a mother to everyone. They were pretty laid back, have some experience with slaves and poly relations and were very kinky and perverted.
Sir is somewhat sadistic and loves to give pleasure thru pain. Makes all kinds of cool toys out of leather and wood and is working on some really kinky furniture in his shop. Into bondage, needle play, hot wax, genital and breast/nipple torture, ass and anal penetration, whipping, spanking, flogging and a multitude of other perverted kinks.
Her Lady being very motherly is in charge of the house and all the domestic affairs. Loves to sew sexy outfits and do girly things with those around her. Is quite the disciplinarian and very quick to punish for breaking the rules of the house. Also very bisexual and loves to torture smooth bald pussies and play with helpless breasts and nipples.
Together they make quite a pair, but the truly amazing part is that they really want to expand their family for real. They really are looking for special submissive slaves; very bisexual little girls and extremely rare gay boys who looked so like girls. Into growing and preserving their own food, raising their own chickens, a feeder cow, going out into the local country side and harvesting wild berries, going fishing; thinking ahead for the times when resources might be scarce and planning for those times. Making preparations.
You made first contact online thru one of the local alt sites. They are kinky, perverted and all that. The signs match, everyone chatted easy enough and there is a very strong attraction between yourself and them. The next step is to exchange phone numbers so you can really talk to each other. You find yourself nervous but also equally excited, can’t wait to hear their voices. You reached for the phone with shaky hands, and as if in slow motion, punched out the number. Your heart is pounding as you hear the first ring, then the second and a sweet sounding ladies voice answers: “Hello” and you just about faint right there on the spot. She sounded just as nice as you imagined. Next he got on the phone, his voice so deep and reverberating, you almost had an orgasm. So sexy and drawing, that you found yourself really wanting to become a part of their family.
Send me an email if you are serious and would like to chat: Title your email with: Is this You.
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Some more on what I am looking for.
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Jan 9, 2012 7:04 am
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I am looking for a slave girl/gurl who’s deepest burning desire is to serve her Mistress in all ways. To be used for my pleasures as I sees fit. Devoting their life to full-time slavery. I am not a sadistic mistress. I do not desire to have a pain slut for a slave.
I am a kind and compassionate mistress. I have a lot of patience and understanding, however, I do have a temper that when pushed will come swiftly. I will not tolerate any recalcitrant bratty behavior. I am quick to use a riding crop to reinforce your discipline or give you spankings with a paddle. At all times will no fighting amongst any slaves be tolerated. Swift punishment for such behavior will be costly. I prefer my girl/s to be soft, wanting to please her mistress, not wanting negative attention.
Being a seamstress, I like to make pretty outfits for all our slaves to wear. Tailor fitting all your outfits including your kitchen apron, which you will be required to wear when preparing and cooking meals and when doing all household chores. I will be making housedresses for your regular clothing. I will require you to accompany me to functions and events. You will have silks to wear for specific occasions that we attend and depending upon the social event we are attending, there will be other costumes made that you will wear.
I am really into nutrition, health and exercise as part of our daily life. I will expect you to have the same desires to be healthy, consciences of proper nutrition as you prepare our meals and will actively participate in daily exercise.
My girls/gurls will share with all other house slaves in all domestic chores. Keeping the house clean and in order. I am good at teaching and so not knowing how to do something is ok. I am looking for a girls who really wants to learn how to cook, bake, make pastries, can and preserve foods, make jams, jellies, pickles, learning different cleaning applications, sewing, needle work, arts n crafts to name just a few skills.
You will at all times be respectful to the Master of our House (SirDadyC as known here on bdsm). I have been living with SirC for many years. We share a 24/7 real-time BDSM relationship. I am very intimate with SirC and will be sharing you with him during our sexual activities. You will be expected to obey any commands SirC may wish of you.
I am very bisexual and affectionate and so all females must be very bisexual or completely gay boy. I want my slave/s to be very feminine and affectionate and crave attention from her mistress. There will be times when I will want you sleeping with me. You will also share intimate relationship with your sister slaves in the house. This could include sharing a larger room where all slaves have their sleeping quarters and personal items.
I will use you as my toy in anyway I please. I may bind you and torture and spank you mercilessly. I might clamp nipple clamps on your nipples and hang chains from them and attach it to your clit or cock-n-balls and leave you that way. If I feel like publicly humiliating you, caging you, whipping you, making you eat and drink from a bowl on the floor, then I will. I am very kinky and perverse with way to many secrets to write down.
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The Reality Of It
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Jan 22, 2012 10:29 pm
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The Reality Of It
Putting aside all the stories of wishful thinking, musing and outright fantasy, Sir and I have been together for twenty-five years. Lived a vanilla life and raised our kids. Now our life is our own. We live in the country outside of a bedroom community to a large metropolitan city in a small two-bedroom house we rent on one acre of land. We have one cat and four Chihuahuas. We are planning on a garden this spring and will be putting up a chicken coop. We are not rich by any stretch of the imagination, live on a fixed income, but manage to get by.
Now we want to expand our adult family. Looking for at least two or three submissive’s; a couple of gay gurly boys and a little babygirl. We have had some play experience and one live together poly relationship with another female. We love to go to events, but it is hard to have fun when you don’t have any subbies to take with you.
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Catherine
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Jan 9, 2012 10:05 am
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Part I
Meeting Catherine
It was the last week before the end of the season and the campgrounds would be closed for the winter, so we arrived early in the week. We were surprised that most of the sites were full. But there was one left at the very end of the campgrounds. A fairly secluded spot semi tucked away from all the others. Perfect from some privacy. After going thru the usual process of setting up camp, we set out to explore the grounds and greet our fellow campers.
It was a fairly small park with only twenty sites and we knew the grounds very well. It was one of our favorite camping sites.
There were several camper sites full of young people partying. There were many girls running around in bikinis this time and not any families with young children.
We could smell the pit fire, with some kind of meat roasting and the usual beer and wacky tobacky lingered in the air. We stopped by, introduced ourselves and were right away invited to join in the festivities. All in all, there were six of the sites occupied by the partiers and the rest were old guys up for the fishing.
As the week went along, we got to know everyone there. Most of the crew was up celebrating their buddies 21st birthday. A lot of girls came and went thru out the week and into the weekend, but there was one that seem to be drifting around the campgrounds.
We soon learned she was a run away who had been hanging with a couple of guys that picked her up from another party. But they had split after the first night, ditching her there.
First she went around hitting up some of the old guys there, offering blowjobs for a place to sleep. No one else really seemed to want to bother with her.
She was plain but curvy with nice perky breast and a cute little ass.
We had been keeping an eye on her all week long. Noticed as other campers left, she was still drifting around. We had invited her to join us if she wanted to, we had already gotten friendly with her while visiting the other camp sites.
We knew she was loose and into smoking and it was getting close to the end of the weekend and more than half the campers had left already including half the partiers. With only one full day and night left, we could see she was getting desperate.
We watched her walk over to some of the guys that hadn’t left yet. A conversation ensued. She was shaking her head negatively, and then looked to a couple of the other guys and they just brushed her off. The last one said something to her and she hung her head and went over to one of the girls still there.
You could see they were speaking. Then she turned and slowly walked away towards the docks. We could see she was just sitting there at the end of the dock.
Several hours passed and she was still there. This was unusual, by now she had usually found someone to be with, but everyone else had left or didn’t want her around. So I decided to walk down that way with my pup and speak with her.
As I walked that way, I decided the direct approach was best. She obviously knew she was in a predicament; she had already been offering sex for favors to get by.
So I picked up my pup as she didn’t like walking on the dock and proceeded down to the end where she was sitting. Hello “Lil Miss” I said to her. She drew her feet up, “hello” she replied. Next I said, “Come over here and sit with me” and I motioned to a bench along side the path next to the shoreline. “Ok” she said and scrambled to her feet.
We walked up the dock and over the bench and took a seat. I said “lil one”, “ I see you have been going from camp to camp and I know you have been exchanging sex for a place to sleep and food.” Now she was getting squirmy and wiggled her toes in the sand. “Yes I have been” she replied. I also know you are a run away, I said to her.
Now she was getting nervous, “are you going to turn me in?” she asked me with hesitation in her voice. “No” I told her, “I have something better in mind for you.” “Oh!” She says.
“Come with me” I said to her and got up and turned and started walking towards our campsite. I listened to see if she would come prancing up beside me in a minute.
It didn’t take long and just as I expected, here she came at a dead run. She caught up with me and danced around me in several circles with laughter in her face. She was actually quite cute. Round face, big hazel eyes, full eyelashes, and cute cheeks with just a hint of freckles on them. Her hair was a deep chestnut brown, full and wavy and came to the middle of her back.
She was wearing a light blue tea shirt and blue jean cut offs and a pair of sneakers with her bikini underneath. It was a dark blue color so it somewhat blended in with her outer clothes. These and an old backpack and coat were her only possessions.
We walked along and come to our campsite. As we arrived I told my companion that I had invited Lil Miss to our camp. She came running along so I presumed her curiosity has been peaked. “Yes” she replied.
Ok, then, lets start with “what is your real name?” “How old are you actually?” and “are you in trouble with the law?” “Be careful you answer me truthfully.” I warned.
She stood there for a moment pondering her situation and whether she should stay or turn and walk away. She knew she was basically stranded there and that she had no home to return to. Not being from the area, she really didn’t know where she was or where any real help would be for her. The only three fishermen left, she had already spent one night apiece with each and they had wives waiting for them.
One of the young guys wanted her to be his bitch and pimp her out and the other one’s girls just told her there was not way they want to bother with her. They had lives to go home to. The other one’s left didn’t want anything to do with her and called her a whore to her face.
So she decided to reply with, “my name is Catherine Louise Templeton, I am from Melville, LA, I am only seventeen, but I will be eighteen next week and I am not in trouble with the law. My family was killed in Katrina, I don’t have any family or home left to return to.”
I couldn’t believe it. I thought to myself. She was perfect. No family, young, already whoring herself out and liked to smoke. Now to see just how open she really was.
“I am Lady Rose and this is my companion Sir Charles” I said, and “Thank you for being honest with me Catherine.” “Are you hungry?” I knew she was. No one had been bothering with her the whole day. Everyone was busy enjoying the last full day before they were going to have to pack it up the next morning.
I proceed to drag out some dinner; we hadn’t eaten yet either, so I prepared the table. All the while we were busy chatting with her. Sir Charles had a boll going and naturally proceeded to offer her a turn. Soon she was loosening up her tongue even more. We didn’t really condone alcohol consumption being non-drinkers ourselves. But she was soon higher than a kite.
We finished eating and while Sir Charles retired to the interior of our tent, Catherine and I cleaned up from dinner and packed away the kitchen.
It was dark by then, so I took her by the hand and led her into our tent with us. We started talking again, taking turns on the boll and getting to know each other more.
Soon it was very dark and we decided it was time to close up the windows on the tent and removed our clothing. Catherine wasn’t sure what she should do. I told her if she didn’t want to remove her cloths that was ok, but we preferred to be comfortable and sat down. It wasn’t long and Catherine had also removed all her clothes.
She had very nice C cup sized breast, just enough roundness and fullness to get a good handful. Her nipples were quite large and protruded out. Her belly was smooth and flat. There was just a slight covering of hair to show that she had shaved her pussy just a couple of weeks past. Her bottom had a nice full roundness to it.
She proceeded to sit down with us on the sleeping bags and before long we had her between the two of us. Of course she thought she should be performing oral sex on us, but I had other plans.
Now Sir Charles and I had already been discussing this young girl with the other campers as the week past. From what the guys said that brought her to the party, we knew she was telling us the truth about coming up from the hurricane and that she had lost her family and was basically an orphan. She had identification on her, so she was legitimate that way. We had also learned she would do just about anything for a place to sleep and food to eat. She would work perfectly into household if she accepts our offer.
Part II
At the Tent
It was really hot that night. There wasn’t even a breeze blowing. We were all sticky with sweat; so I suggested we go for a little dip off the shoreline close to the campsite. There was a perfect little spot with just enough shallow space for sitting in the water and splashing off. The bushes and tall grasses growing along the edge provided privacy from the other campsites, but that didn’t really matter. It was late and most of the campers were asleep.
I stood up and took Catherine by the hand. Sir Charles got up too, grabbed a couple of towels and the Loofah sponge lying there and we headed out. The moon was shining full, so we didn’t need a flashlight to see the path.
We made our way along and down to the shoreline. Tiptoed our way into the water. It was so refreshing feeling. Sir Charles made his way out further and took a quick dip, getting thoroughly wet, then came up to sit in the shallows. Holding out the sponge for me to take and then motioned for us to join him.
I made my way down to sit on my legs in the shallows and started rinsing myself with the sponge. Stopping to watch as Catherine took a short swim out into the cool water, dipping her head under for a good rinse and then came back up just in front of me. It was obvious she was an adept swimmer. She crawled over to where I was and took up a seat.
I took up the Loofah and started with Catherine’s back rubbing the sponge all over and rinsing it off at the same time. Then I instructed her rub and rinse me off. Together we rinsed Sir off.
Having finished rinsing off we headed back to the tent. Once inside, Sir made himself comfortable and motioned for us to join him. I took up my position and motioned for Catherine to lie down next to Sir. She had no problem complying and immediately flopped down on her tummy. She had the sweetest round little bottom and it poked up nicely as she lay there. Sir began caressing her back slowly making his way down to her bottom. I laid down beside Catherine and started kissing her face. She was receptive right away and next thing I knew we were kissing heavily. She had instinctively spread her legs wide so that Sir could further explore her bottom and pussy.
Next thing, as Sir probes his fingers into Catherine’s pussy, he say’s “this little slut is totally wet down here” and gives her clit a squeeze between his finger and thumb. Catherine squeals with delight and pushes her ass into Sir’s finger as he slides a slippery finger into her asshole. “OMG” She exclaims, “More, More.”
But Sir and I have plans and we weren’t planning on letting this one get away anytime soon. She was going to have to work for her orgasm. This was just a tease. Suddenly, Sir withdraws his fingers and begins needing her ass checks. A quick little slap on her ass starts her squirming and shoving her ass up into the air. Sir responds with glee and gives Catherine another slap on her ass. A little harder and the little slut moans “Ohhhh Yesssss!”
By now I was massaging her tits and pinching up her nipples, which had her gasping for more. I moved my hand down to between her legs and found her clit between my fingers and thumb while Sir started spanking her ass. Before long she was panting hard and just as she was coming to her peak I took my hand away and Sir stopped.
Catherine was frantic, squirming around, thrashing and begging for more. “Now, Now” I said, “you are going to have to earn your release.” Her eyes were glazed over with the heat of her desire as she looked up into my eyes. I smiled into her eyes and leaned over and gave her a kiss, taking over her mouth with mine. When I pulled away she was breathless. Next Sir swooped her into his arms and asked, “How are you feeling little slut?” With barely a breath she answered, “I have never felt this way before” “I want nothing more than to please both of you in anyway you want”.
With a knowing smile on our faces we snuggled her down between us and drifted off to sleep.
Part III
The Proposal
As we had been awake into the early hours of the night, we all slept in late. When we woke up two of the fishermen had already broken camp and left. The other one was just coming in from fishing for the morning. The partier’s were just about packed up and ready to hit the road for home. They had pretty much made it clear that they didn’t want to be bothered with Catherine. So that left the fisherman.
I decided it was time to have a chat with Catherine. So I went over to where she was sitting with Sir. So I asked Catherine, “How are you feeling this morning?” I could see she was totally infatuated with Sir. He had been playing with her sexually since we had gotten up. She was hanging on his every command.
She replied with somewhat of a heavy voice, “I am feeling absolutely wonderful” and she just started babbling on about what a wonderful night she had had, and how horny she was feeling and that Sir had been teasing her all morning. I motioned for her to come to me. Then signaled for Sir to join us inside the tent too. Once inside, Sir settled into his chair. I sat down in my chair and motioned for her to sit on the edge of the bed. She did.
I began with clarifying how we understood she was turning eighteen in a week and would be considered an adult and could make her own choices for herself. She nodded with understanding and agreement. So I went on next to talk about what we did to her last night and how it made her feel. Then on to how we were aware of what she was doing to get by.
Next, my question would be a very important one in her life. “Catherine” I said, “I would like you to consider coming with us?” To be our girl, sexually, emotionally, mentally, physically, to live with us full time?” “Now of course, if your not interested, you might be able to catch a ride with the fisherman into the closest town. From there you can find your way to the big cities. I’m sure”, I said.
Now I knew she may not completely understand the implications of my question, but I knew she would fully understand once we had her home. She would of course be allowed the opportunity to change her mind before and final commitment was made.
It seemed like only seconds before she dropped to her knees in front of Sir and I and held her hands over her head and offered herself to us. I was pleased to see she indeed had an understanding of who she was.
Sir just sat there for a moment, not sure if she was truly doing what he thought she was doing.
Now being completely unprepared for such a gift to come our way, we needed to think for a quick moment what to use to bind her wrists with, and then in occurred to me, we could use the fishing yarn in the tackle box. Since it was purely symbolic, we wouldn’t need a lot. So I quickly got up and retrieved the yarn.
Sir pulled off a stretch of yarn and wound in around Catherine’s wrists. Announcing, “I take this slut as my property”. Then he grabbed her by the back of her hair, bent her head backward while bringing her up close to his face. He grabbed her around the back with his other arm and engulfed her mouth with his. When Sir finally releases her, she collapses on the floor at his feet gasping for air.
Part IV
The Trip Home
Sir had been giving careful thought as to how to pack up camp so he could make room for his new possession. He didn’t want her to know exactly where she was just yet. Just in case she turned on us and ran to the authorities. Everything was set and he came up to Catherine, “turn around and get on your knees” Sir commanded. She obeyed without question. Sir proceeded to blindfold Catherine and instructed her not to remove it nor try to peak out from under it. Then he guided her into the van and told her to curl up and lie down and he closed the door.
It was a couple of hours from home and Sir wanted to make a stop at one of our favorite little private pull-offs. Perfect for a little outdoor play. It was also about half way so it made a perfect place for a break.
It was mid-afternoon when we pulled off the main road and drove down the side road to the point. We were lucky no one was there anymore. We could see it had been quite a popular spot for most of the summer. We pulled up and parked. Sir got out and got Catherine out. Took of her blindfold and let her stretch and walk around.
He couldn’t wait any longer to have a go at her. Sir ordered Catherine to relieve herself if she needed to.
Soon as she returned Sir had her come and stand in front of him. He had some rope in the van, which he proceeded to use to tie her wrists. First tying the left wrist to one tree and then the right wrist to a tree across. Then Sir had me tie her ankles in the same manner to the trees.
This placed her in an X. I couldn’t help myself; I had to run my hands all over her lovely breast, pinching her extraordinarily large nipples, running my fingers between her legs and feeling that large protruding clit. She was squirming all over when Sir came up behind her and whispered to her, “Are you ready my little slut?” and he stepped back and let go with the thick part of his fishing rod. “Thwack” and a bright red streak sprang up on her ass cheeks. She squealed as the pain coursed through her butt. “Thwack”, “Thwack”, “Thwack”, three more times and three more bright red streaks brazed across her bottom. Catherine jerked with each strike of the rod and screeched out with each one.
Sir paused and ran his hands across Catherine’s ass, admiring his marks. Meanwhile my fingers were playing with her large clit, pinching it between my fingers and thumb. Sir ran his fingers down along her ass crack and into her slopping wet pussy hole. Bringing it back along her crack and slipping his finger into her asshole. With that Catherine was about to cum. But we couldn’t have that.
I pulled my hands away and ran them up along her belly to her large nipples and started squeezing them. Sir pulled his finger out and proceed to slap her ass some more. Sir started slapping her ass harder and harder all the while I was pinching and chewing on those huge nipples of hers. She was screaming by then. Suddenly Sir stopped and motioned for me to let looser her wrists. So I calmly walked over and tugged on the ends of the ropes letting each one loose. Sir commanded Catherine to her knees and he pulled his raging hard cock out and ordered her to suck him off. Meanwhile, Sir instructed me to play with Catherine’s cunt and tease her asshole, but not to let her cum.
After Sir finished off in Catherine’s mouth, I finished untying her from the trees and wrapped her up in a blanket and guided her over the van. There I cuddled her until she regained herself. We set about to have a quick lunch, then Catherine was blindfolded and we headed out for home.
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The Choice
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Jan 9, 2012 9:25 am
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You find yourself sitting on the front porch of the family farmhouse. Your wearing a brightly yellow, soft sheer silky chemise, just long enough to cover your bottom. You reach up and touch the collar around your neck knowing it is permanent. Under your naked bottom you feel the softness of the cushion made by your own hands. You think back on how you had to earn the privilege of being allowed to make your cushion to sit upon. “But that is a thought to share at another time” Your eyes wander out upon the yard and you notice the beauty of the flowers, “flowers that you had help to plant”. You hear the sounds of the birds chirping, and the insects are all a buzz, the sun is up and the air is warm with just enough of a small breeze to rustle your hair. A warm feeling comes over you as you look around and see your sister slaves smiling at you, your Master looking down upon you with warmth in his eyes and your Mistress smiling at you pleasingly. As you reflect back upon your choice you know in your heart you have truly come home to where you are free to become the slave that you deeply desire to be.
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Submission
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Jan 9, 2012 7:33 am
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Submission: (by definition) the act of submitting to the power of another
Being submissive is as unique and individual as you are your own person. Being submissive comes from the heart. It can not be faked, acted or role played. True submission is a gift of high value.
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