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The Big Guy and the Fluffy Bunny
Posted:Jul 19, 2017 7:22 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2024 3:17 am
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I always admired the bondage furniture the Fluffy Bunny of Doom (FBD) makes. It’s not only functional but beautiful. One day I expressed my admiration of the furniture to The Big Guy (TBG) and he said that he and the maker were friends. The next thing out of my mouth was “God, I would love to be strapped to that bench and spanked”. And TBG said, “I can probably make that happen”.

Well hell, what did I just do? The one thing that I know about TBG is that if he says he can make something happen, he will do his best to see that it does. I went to FBD’s page and started looking at the pictures he posts of impact sessions. Most of it looked way beyond anything I was prepared to handle. And he looked mean!

I decided not to mention it to TBG again. He probably wouldn’t remember the conversation and I could pretend it never happened. I continued to drool over the various pictures of spanking benches, but kept that little fetish to myself. A few weeks passed and it was with relief and sadness that I realized TBG hadn’t brought the subject up again.

About a month ago, TBG and I were discussing my impending visit. It was then that he told me the trip over the spanking bench was all arranged and that his friend, FBD, was going to be available to swing hitty things at me on Saturday night. At this point, I was running through all of the possible reasons and excuses in my head for – not – putting my ass on that bench. I mean, after all, I had seen those pictures. He has some seriously scary looking hitty things and from the looks of it, he knew how to use them well.

I expressed my fears to TBG and he told me not to worry, I’d be fine. “I’ve seen him play and I trust him with my life” he said. That’s the funny thing about trust. I had never met FBD, hadn’t exchanged more than a few words with him on fet. But TBG trusted him, and by the sheer fact that I trust TBG I was able to trust FBD.

The Thursday before my trip, I got a message from TBG telling me that he had just picked up the bench. Shit. Now I was in; and I didn’t feel that backing out was an option. Let me be clear here, backing out was always an option, but I’m a subby and subbies don’t like to disappoint Doms. But more importantly, I didn’t want to disappoint myself.
Friday night at the munch FBD and I tried to discuss the session. I have a feeling that I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He was asking all the right questions about what I wanted from the session, what limits I had, what I didn’t want to happen. I fumbled over the answers because I am inexperienced in negotiations. To his credit, and my extreme gratitude, FBD tabled the discussion. It gave me the night to really think about what I wanted and we could discuss it before he actually strapped my ass to the bench.

Saturday was a mixture of anticipation, fear, excitement, fear, curiosity, fear. Well, you get the picture. Waiting all day for an event that you have no idea how to prepare for is a special kind of torture. He finally arrived, and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or terrified that the waiting was over. I watched him bring in his implements of doom. He had mallets that looked like they could be used by a caveman to subdue his dinner. There was a huge lift chain and cases of all sorts of things. He, his implements, and TBG disappeared upstairs. After a few minutes, I followed.

FBD showed me all of the things that he had brought. He took his time to explain how each implement could be used to cause the thuddy sensation that I prefer. I was surprised when he said he could make a whip a thuddy implement. I was more surprised when he said that he may use his fists to punch me. I shot a look at TBG, who just slightly shook his head and mouthed “it will be fine”. I think at that point I was trying to slowly back out of the room. But FBD continued to talk, to ask questions, to joke around. He has a pleasantly soothing voice for a man who likes to swing hitty things at people.

Finally the talk was done, the music was on, most of the clothes were off, and it was time to climb up on that bench. Of all the questions that FBD and TBG had asked the one that I absolutely knew the answer to was “do you want to be restrained?”. Well hell yes! One of the sexiest things that I saw that night was the two of them putting cuffs on my wrists and ankles.

I was so damn tense waiting for him to start swinging. But he surprised me. He started to massage my shoulders, my back, my arms, my butt. He has wonderfully warm, rough hands and soon I could feel my muscles relax. He tickled me with a Wartenberg wheel. He started to hand spank me and the hand gave way to implements. I didn’t really feel any pain, just sensations. I felt myself relaxing more and more. The fear was gone and only sensation remained. He kept switching implements and I just gave up trying to determine what he was using.

I remember feeling something really thuddy and I asked him if he was punching me. “I am, how do you feel about that?” I told him it felt like a wonderful massage. I think he and TBG laughed over that.

I don’t remember much after that. I have impressions of feelings and sensations. I remember feeling like I was floating, and FBD leaning in, kissing my head and whispering “you’re supposed to be scared”. I remember feeling as if they were exchanging glances over my head. I remember the urgent need to ask TBG if I was allowed to cum; and him stalking in front of me telling me I would have to ask much better than that. I remember sincerely regretting the fact that I had chosen to keep my panties on and wondering if TBG had scissors.

I remember laughing when “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” played on the I-phone and hearing the two of them laugh. I remember feeling disappointed when I sensed that FBD had stopped and was starting to unbuckle the cuffs. I wanted to beg for more, because in the end I’m a subby who is always greedy for more. I remember TBG squatting in front of me and holding my hands; and the thought floating through my head that he really looks good with facial hair.

I remember an overwhelming feeling of calm, and feeling like I couldn’t stop smiling. I remember grinning at the thought that I had two spectacular Doms fussing over me, getting me water, making sure I was steady on my feet before I made my way to the couch. I remember wanting to hug them both and hoping that they enjoyed it as much as I did.
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What A Night
Posted:May 24, 2017 2:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2024 3:17 am
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I wasn’t surprised that he asked me for the room number, even though I was supposed to follow him to the munch. He had issued an order that since I was driving myself, I wasn’t allowed panties. I had put up a bit of a fuss about that because I didn’t want to be sans panties in a room full of strangers. But in his annoyingly logical way, he said if I wore the right type of dress there would only be two people in that room who would know, he and I (of course, now whoever reads this will know, heh). It’s hard to argue with his damn logic. On the whole, it’s hard to argue with him at all.

When I let him in, he hugged me and gave me a quick kiss. Then he quickly turned me around, forced my shoulders to the wall and lifted my dress over my ass. Again, no surprise there. I know him. I knew he would want to check to make sure I followed his instructions. “Good girl”, he said and I melted a little into the wall. Hearing him say that always sends me further into sub mode.
But I wasn’t prepared for what came next. He finger-fucked me just enough to take me to the edge, pulled out, smacked my ass and said “let’s go”.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, why didn’t I see that one coming? As I said, I know him. He’s loves to wind a sub up and then make her try to act like she’s not turned on. I drove to the munch hoping my pussy juice wasn’t staining the back of my dress. If the truth be told, I was hot at the thought that he made me go without panties, that he made me that horny and left me hanging. It might be his kink to drive a sub to distraction and then force her to be rational and reasonable at his command, but it’s my kink to submit. I love it. I especially like submitting to him because he is deviously creative in finding ways to make me a begging mass of need.

I had a great evening at the munch. I met some really wonderful people and had a chance to talk openly about masters, and beating and butt plugs. I was having so much damn fun that I didn’t mind him circulating around the room and leaving me to my own devices. But as I had warned him, my eyes hardly left him. I like watching him. I loved watching how people interact with him.

At one point, he stopped by the table I was at; I said something smart to him and tapped him on the cheek. He gave me that look that stops me cold and said, “You really think you’re getting an orgasm tonight?” I have never apologized so quickly or so earnestly!

After the munch, he followed me back to the hotel. I won’t go into details (I want to savor those for myself) but I will say a few things.

I love watching him stalk around the room like a caged panther that has too much energy to stay still. I love the way his body moves, with a fluid grace.

He is the only man, Dom or otherwise, who can make me squirt. The first time
it happened I thought it was a fluke. It’s not. Apparently, he can do it repeatedly and with ease.

He allows me to touch him. I could spend hours just worshiping his body.

I love the way he pins my hands over my head, because I’m always surprised by the strength he has.

His words and his voice can reduce me to a quivering mess.

And finally, I learned I shouldn’t say “no” to him. Having your clit spanked when you’re in an extreme state of arousal hurts like fuck! And it’s no fun being held on the edge (except that it really is) until you agree you’re never going to tell him “no” again, in this lifetime or the next!
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How one thing leads to another
Posted:Aug 12, 2016 2:14 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2017 8:46 am
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Master came over to help me replace kitchen cabinet hinges and while on a break started to suck and nibble my nipples. He is sucking them now.He's making me so horny, I don't know how am I supposed to continue to work. He is pinching and twisting them as I write this. He makes tiny little circles around my nipples and areola with the tip of his tongue and then kisses them. Break is over, back to work.
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Never Judge a Paddle by It's Size
Posted:Jul 26, 2016 5:21 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2017 8:47 am
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A few months back we were in a kitchen supply store searching for a good set of knives. While there, I discovered a crock full of ash wood spatulas. Some were very tiny and some looked to be just the right size to spank a clit.
I’m not sure what the hell I was thinking when I pointed it out to Master; but I did. We ended up purchasing the damn thing. And for months I never saw it again. Until today.

Today he pulled it out of his bag. I wasn’t sure if I was excited or scared. But I figured how bad can it be? It’s pretty small and looks relatively harmless. I couldn’t have been more wrong! That little paddle is evil! Evil, I tell you! It wasn’t so bad when he spanked my pussy with it. In fact, that made me wet and needy.

But when he started to spank my nipples with it! Fuck did that hurt! Now, for the record, I am not a masochist. My Master is a Sadist and we’ve had many a discussion about the level of pain I like. I’m pretty sure it’s not the level of pain He likes to inflict. But he always is conscious of my preferred level. Over the last year or so He has pushed that level little by little. But this little paddle thing! Wicked as hell!

But along with the discovery of how much that damn thing hurts on my nipples; I discovered that it makes Master’s cock that much harder. He tells me that spanking my nipples with that thing makes His cock throb. And isn’t that what this is all about? Pleasing him makes me happy. Even if it means I feel like my nipples are gonna fall off!

And in the end, He licked them and kissed them and nibbled them until I felt like I was in heaven. I don’t think I’ll ever be more than the “tiny maso” that He knows me as. I’m okay with that because He is. It makes Him happy. And He tells me it makes Him happy that I’m willing to go beyond my perceived limits to explore and discover what I’m capable of.

“All limits are perceived until they are surpassed”, DomMaster4ever.
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Afternoon playtime
Posted:Jun 19, 2016 2:05 pm
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2016 7:06 pm
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Master worked my pussy over good this afternoon. I came five times and had to beg him to stop. Then he spanked my ass until it was red. What a way to spend the afternoon!
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Twice is Nice
Posted:Mar 25, 2016 1:33 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2016 11:51 am
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Master made me come twice today. He so much enjoyed my jingle bell nipple danglers. I enjoyed them too. I also enjoyed my double penetrating vibrating dildo.
Master is very good to me.

He enjoys watching me suck. He says I am a very good cock sucker. I'm a good girl! I am his owned submissive, sexy slut.

Master says the next time he is going to spank my ass and lick it and then he's going to fuck my ass.
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My First Wax Play
Posted:Mar 2, 2016 2:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2016 5:41 pm
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I wondered about wax play. I wanted to try it but was worried. Worried that I wouldn’t like it. Worried that it would hurt too much. Worried that it would leave burn marks. But still I wondered about it. I asked about it several times.

He wanted to be sure I wanted to try it. I was certain. So, I’ve finally had my first wax play and I don’t have to wonder or worry about it anymore. In fact, I can’t wait to do it again.

I was laying on the bed and watched as he lit the candle. He then slipped the blindfold over my head. He didn’t bind me, and he expected me to lay in the position he had placed me.

The first thing I felt was ice! Ice, really? But he rubbed the ice around my nipples and let the melting water run down my sides. It tickled and was very cold and I whined about that. I like to whine! He likes it when I whine. I was slightly apprehensive, waiting for the hot wax to fall on my body, listening for every sound, trying to feel his every movement. It so much harder for me when my sight is taken away. I want to watch! I want to see everything. But, he wanted me to feel.

I felt the first drops fall and I was surprised. Surprised that it really didn’t burn. I felt a sting, but it didn’t feel like it was burning my flesh. I felt the drops on my boobs and nipples, on my stomach. I kept trying to anticipate where the next one would fall. I kept up a steady chant of “no, no, no”; but he tells me I was smiling the entire time. Heh, I like to protest, it’s what I do! He followed up with the ice again and once the wax hardened, he peeled it off. It’s a strange feeling, having wax peeled off your skin.

I’m sure he went easy on me. He likes to ease me into new experiences, so the first time I submit to something new he goes very slowly and pays close attention to my reactions. I’m grateful for that.
My first experience with wax was all that I had hoped it would be. I can’t wait to do it again and to go further with it next time.

Thank you, Master.
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Some "masters" are just assholes hiding behind that title
Posted:Nov 27, 2015 6:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2017 8:45 am
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So there is a "master" here who keeps saying "wishing" that I'm looking at his profile. I've told him time and time again that I haven't visited his profile. He's sent me messages asking why I keep looking when I'm owned and refuses to believe that I haven't been. Today I received the following message from him and he blocked me so I couldn't respond to tell him what an asshole he is. I'm posting it here just so he knows that I know he's a douchebag.

"Masterartist1

wow you have some fatass arms . fuking ugly

11/27/2015 4:09 pm"

To him I say: fuck off asshole, I don' give a damn what you think of my arms. Fortunately my arms aren't as big as your head or your ego.
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This is why you can't have nice things.
Posted:Nov 7, 2015 10:48 pm
Last Updated:Nov 23, 2015 8:15 am
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I'd like to know what gives the "doms" here, and I use that term lightly, the right to think that they can address someone they don't know in a rude and offensive manner. Do they really think that's going to get them anywhere?

I'm posting the following exchange which I copy/pasted:

________:
How nasty and dark is cunt's desires/cravings? I enjoy humiliation, it creates a strong mental bond. Like S/m is pain to the body, humiliation is pain to the mind. I enjoy encouraging cunt's inner desires.
Me:
well I certainly don't enjoy being called names by someone I don't know and to whom I haven't given permission to do so. What gives you the right?
_______:
Hmm, birth right, and I say, Good day to you cunt.
________:has left the chat

I blanked out the idiot's name because I didn't want to name and shame; but MEN listen up: THIS IS WHY YOU CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!!
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Standard Members are fucked!
Posted:Nov 5, 2015 9:28 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2017 12:33 am
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So it's official. If a gold member initiates contact with a standard member, the standard member will no longer be able to read the message or respond to it unless they upgrade to gold! Or the gold member buys the standard member contact option. I am copy/pasting the reply from customer service here.

Dear Member,

Thank you for contacting us.

We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you. Unfortunately, standard members will no longer be able to read and reply to an email sent to them unless they upgraded to gold. If the messages was initiated by a premium (gold) members who have purchased a standard contact feature, standard members will be able to read and reply to those messages.

Please let us know if we can assist you with any further questions.

Sincerely,

Francen V.
Customer Support

This site is getting worse by the day!
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