I crave the taste of new submission.
New submission is that experience of a man enduring for me – a man who has never done it before. He is so terrified. He may be older than me, wiser than me, but he is still afraid of me.
I see his body strapped down, straining against the bonds, big …begging eyes. Wetting his lips. Thrashing against the leather straps that hold him down. I can think and talk about these images for hours.
I used long straps and chains to lock his wrists to the bedposts that were several feet away, leaving him kneeling with his naked back, his naked ass exposed to me. I removed the gag from his mouth and placed it on the counter next to the bed, listening to his gracious breathing.
“I’m burning inside,” I whispered, pressing my cunt into his naked skin, smearing my juices over his flesh. “This is from my desire for your gift.”
His hands were clenched into tight fists, his head buried in the sheets, hiding, pressing hard and harder. He was shaking as if sobbing and I hadn’t even touched him yet.
Sarah looks simply priceless batting her eyelashes at me as she pulls out a
pair of nipple clamps and hangs them from her pinkies. But next to this stranger, no matter how alluring, she
shivers and feels helpless and alone. Relying on him — a stranger.
It falls together beautifully.
This one is from my 1996 journal: I’d love to say one of my more recent BDSM relationships started with a kidnapping and I had to break him down slowly with mind-altering drugs. Sure, I’d love to say it was a result of my catsuit and riding crop that he finally gave into me, kneeling […]
It occurred to me like a lightning bolt that Jackie was probably taking me to one of those “slave farms” that were advertised so heavily among the Internet porn nowadays – academies and places that promised a real femdom lifestyle. Oh god, no, I thought to myself!
I was lost in it for that time, striking him with slow deliberation, decorating his skin with precious marks that illuminated beautifully against the darkness in the room.
His breathing came in ragged gasps, he buried his face deeper and deeper into the sheets, his shuddering eventually turning into whimpering, and the whimpering eventually turning into yelps of pain.
He gripped the chains so hard with his hands that his knuckles turned white. His breathing came in loud, ragged gasps and he half sobbed against the sheets as I continued, farther, farther.
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It feels wonderful to be miserable. It feels very alive. To feel desire -- relentless desire -- for something I cannot even predict. I just know I want a man. A new man. I want a new taste. I want to identify, pursue, seduce, and conquer someone who walks this planet at this very moment without the faintest idea how his life will change.
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I pulled him by the hips to back him up, made him bend over, but ordered him to keep his palms flat against the glass and to keep watching, to never close his eyes, and to never look away. I wanted to humiliate him, to make him watch me fuck his ass and treat him like a whore.
Having a man – no matter how charming – so far up your ass that you can’t take a shit without having him offer to wipe becomes absolutely intolerable after about ten minutes.
His abduction had been planned for a month. When I finally had him there before me, cowering, there was nothing that would stop me. I knew what I wanted, no matter how ruthless and degrading. I knew I had to do something to him to truly prove to him what he was to me. Perhaps […]
Good morning my corporate slut, A simple blindfold could lead to so, so much trouble for you. I may visit you innocently one day soon – almost too sweet, affectionate. Just a nice little afternoon lunch break maybe, stopping by your office to visit – chat with you, grab a quick bite to eat. But […]
I know you’ve got plenty of experience serving me in front of one of my friends, or serving a girlfriend of mine while I give direction. You’ve even had the pleasure of having a cock both in your ass and in your mouth at the same time, but I bet that memory is almost a blur. You’ve been dual fucked, and you’ve been used by me and a friend. You’ve proven that you are capable of serving two demanding women at once – both orally and anally.