I lie in bed thinking of Him, my Erotic fantasies once again coming to life and throbbing between my legs. It wasn’t so long ago that he came to me, as a sliver of lightning, panting, beneath the darkness…was this all a dream? I was between the worlds but in the shadows I slumbered and as I tossed and turned within, it was He who lifted the Veil, like a skirt, to the Realms, some Forbidden..of erotic sensuality, taboo and otherworldly flesh; leaving me craving more and more..every last inch of his body. It started out as a dazed dream, golden flesh descending down, hovering over my scantily clad body in my lonely bed. I couldn’t move at all nor look away, I did not want to. We stared into each other’s eyes, He had me locked in place, right where he wanted me. His piercing, pale eyes of some unknown color, not of this earth, entranced me, searching for something, probing my very Soul. It seemed forever that he held me transfixed as such, holding me with only his gaze, taking what Knowledge of me that he desired. I noticed during my paralysis that His eyes seemed to change colors with his emotions, of which I could only guess. One moment they appeared a golden, tawny brown, then hazel-type mixed with green and a gold ring around the middle and sometimes a very unearthly, pale violet grey. Such an array of emotion in those eyes! I could clearly make out a few, some were alien to me but out of the ones which were familiar: inquisitive, serious, compassionate and..wanting. I could see the desire in His beautiful, chiseled face. His skin more of an alabaster now and dark, wavy locks that shone like ebony. ” Are you an Angel? ” I thought to myself in my daze of stunning confusion. “You came from the Darkness but brought the Light.” It was clear that something within me sparked his intrigue and he began to hover closer untill his lips were so close to mine that I could feel his warm, sweet breath. “Oh Please Kiss me!” I cried out inside my mind. My nipples were erect, cold and hot sweat mingling, and what felt like a river between my thighs. And when He did I tried to close my eyes to take it all in but he must have sensed my excitement and did not allow it, He wished to watch my face as kissed. At first sweet and slow, soft, his lips tasted like rose petals dipped in honey, then a bit more passionately. I could feel my back struggling to arch and my hips trying to thrust upwards as our tongues began to dance and we exchanged hot, sultry breaths and panting. Such a tease he was! So cruel yet so kind..and then when I thought I could not take anymore of this he leans down ever so gently and whispers in my ear..”You are quite right, Ms. Dosia, I am not from this Realm and I have been watching you for some time now and I have so much more in store for you, Let us see if you can handle it shall we..”
The moment my email showed that my dream girl had sent a response a smile came across my face. The adrenaline rush of not knowing how she responded took over me, and even though I wanted to read her response immediately, I took a couple deep breaths and decided to wait, as I did not want to seem overly aggressive. After a couple hours, I finally checked her response. She said she liked my profile and pictures and was hoping to meet for dinner sometime and gave me her number.
The nervousness and excitement of the moment made me have to take a second to gather myself before dialing. As soon as I heard her voice, the good kind of goosebumps spread throughout my entire body. She had one of those voices that sounded sexy and soft and supportive all at the same time. We set up a time and place for our first meeting. I offered to pick her up, but she wanted to meet at the restaurant instead, which did not bother me.
The night of the meeting I was still a bit nervous. After all, within a short period of time, I already knew that I liked her, and did not want to doing anything to mess this up. I made sure that my clothes were ironed, got a haircut, shaved, and bought some flowers.
When I got to the restaurant, she was already there and seated. As I walked closer to the table and our eyes met for the first time, it was as if all time stopped around us, and we were the only people in the world.
We hit it off immediately and the dinner flew by faster than I had hoped. I don’t think I was able to keep myself from getting lost in those hypnotizing green eyes. It was at this time that she told me her apartment was not too far from the restaurant and wondered if I would walk her home. Without a second of hesitation, I said “I’d love to”.
As we started to walk to her apartment, she grabbed for my hand. I turned towards her with a smile and noticed that she was smiling right back. We continued to talk all the way up the elevator and to her apartment door. She opened the door. I had been holding the flowers I had bought for her, and as I offered them to her she leaned in and we kissed deeply. Her lips were so soft and full, I was lost in ecstasy. And that’s when things get hazy…
Slowly, I opened my eyes and started to come to and tried to move. I couldn’t move an inch. My hands were bound over my head, and my ankles were shackled in a spreader bar and attached to hooks at the foot of the bed. I became very aware of how naked and helpless I was at this point. Then I remembered feeling an electric sensation as we kissed, she had tased me.
The door opened, and in walks the girl, wearing A latex bra, panties, and a sexy garder belt with stockings. I start to beg with her to let me go, only to be met with a hard smack across the face, that stuns me.
“Shut up my little slut! Just look at how excited you are!” As she tightly grasps my stiff cock.
She was right, despite my fear, my penis was erect. How could it not be with this beautiful, sexy woman in the hottest outfit I have ever seen?
“From now on you will refer to me as Mistress, and only Mistress! Do you understand?”
A second of hesitation causes her to smack me hard across the face again, and proceeds to wrap her hand around my throat and asks again, “Do you understand, my little slut?”
I quickly respond “Yes” despite being choked. Mistress let’s off my throat for a second, and as I am gasping for air, she pulls out a knife and presses the cold steel to my testicles then runs the blade up and down my erect penis, chokes me again and says: “Clearly you do not understand, my little slut! You are to refer to me a Mistress and only Mistress! Do you understand?”
Now I understand an respond “Yes Mistress”. She removes the knife from my genitals and stops choking me.
Mistress leans over me and runs her knee gently between my spread legs until she reaches my testicles and applies light pressure. I find myself enjoying this light teasing. Mistress leans right up to my ear and whispers sexily “Now, my little slut, if you do exactly as I say you will be rewarded,” than her voice turns harsh “but if you disobey or question me, it will result in punishment!” As the word “punishment” leaves the Mistress’ lips she applies hard pressure with her knee directly into my genitals which makes me see stars, until she bites on my ear and it brings me back to reality.
I reply “I will do anything you wish, Mistress.”
She replies “I know you will, you don’t have a choice.”
At this point Mistress says that I must prove that I can properly serve her, so she straddles my face and slowly lowers her pussy down onto my waiting mouth. Mistress instructs me to stick my tongue out and I oblige. She starts to rub her wet pussy over my face, taking my tongue in and out she rides my face, pulling my head closer to her as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. Right as it is getting difficult to breathe, Mistress shudders to an orgasm and her juices flow down my face. I enjoy the taste of the Mistress, but try not to make it obvious, so she might allow me to pleasure her again.
My Mistress looks down at my face and says “This was your first time, so I will only lightly punish you, but next time, don’t you dare let any of my pussy juice go to waste!”
I am a little shocked by this response, but deep down am excited about 2 things: first, she is going to facefuck me again; and two, it’s not over!
“Time for your punishment!” Says the Mistress. She starts to pull a string that causes my legs, still attached to the spreader bar, to raise up towards the headboard. It has become very clear to me that my genitals and my ass are completely exposed for the Mistress.
Mistress starts to look through her closet, I cannot see what she is grabbing, but anxiously await what she is going to do to me.
I hear her get closer to me, but can still not see what is about to happen. All of a sudden I feel the softest of touches on my back thigh, slowly moving closer to my ass, then circling around my cock. My Mistress’ soft touch sends shock-waves of pleasure through my body, causing me to get hard, and getting lost in the pleasure she is providing.
Right as my erection reaches its peak, I feel the hard smack of a paddle that lands right on the edge of my testicles, but mainly on my ass. The shock and pain, immediately on my ass then slowly creeping into my testicles, brings me right back to reality.
“Ouch” I cry! This cry results in two hard smacks straight on my ass.
“Bad little slut! You will never complain again, and you must always call me Mistress!” Two more strong hard smacks strike right on my now red ass.
“This was going to be an easy night for you, but now, I plan to show you how disobedience will be treated.”
I receive one more good smack with the paddle, then I hear my Mistress go back to the closet and dig around.
Mistress returns and places what I think is a gag in my mouth, then I realize that it is an open mouth gag with nipple clamps attached. After putting the gag in mouth, Mistress starts to pinch and pull on my nipples until she is satisfied that I am ready for the clamps.
It’s at this point that I start to wonder why Mistress has my mouth open? As if she can read my thoughts she says “You are probably wondering why your mouth is being held open?”
When I do not answer immediately, she pulls ever so lightly on the nipple clamps, which creates a pleasurably painful sensation I have never felt before.
“Do not test me my little slut! Do you want to know why your mouth is being held open?”
Mumbling through the gag, I respond “Yes Mistress”.
With a devilish smile, Mistress grabs my face and turns it to my right to look at her, which sends pain through my left nipple. Once the pain subsides I see it. Mistress is wearing a strapon. The surprise on my face makes the Mistress laugh and say “Now you will really be facefucked.” Despite the surprise, the absolutely beautiful sexy woman standing before me with a strapon is making me hard again.
Mistress positions herself behind my head, in a way that the strapon is resting on my forehead.
It’s at this point that I notice Mistress looking down at me with those hypnotizing green eyes, and we make eye contact. Any apprehension that had developed leaves, as I look into her eyes and I can tell that my Mistress cares for me and would not let anything bad happen to me. This makes me want to please her in any way possible.
Mistress positions my head so that the strapon is touching my lips, then she slides it slowly through the open mouth gag. The position of my head is gently pulling the nipple clamps, causing slight pain. Mistress starts with just the tip of the strapon, then without warning grabs me behind my head and under the chin and pushes the strapon as far down my throat as she can. This causes me to gag and tears to form in my eyes. Mistress pulls out of my mouth, “You can take more than that!” Then rams the strapon down my throat again. “There you go, my little slut!”
After pulling the strapon out of my mouth, Mistress says “Now for the real fun”
Mistress goes to the other end of the bed, with my legs in the air, I cannot see exactly what the Mistress is doing. All of a sudden I feel some liquid around my anus, then a finger starts to spread the liquid around the opening of my ass. I start to squirm, as much as I can and mumble “Mistress No!”
The Mistress stops and takes the gag out of my mouth, and asks “What do you want Slut?”
“Mistress, I have a virgin ass, please no!”
“You have one choice right now, either I take your virgin ass or I gag you and take your virgin ass?”
“Ok Mistress, but please be gentle. No gag is necessary Mistress.”
“Good little slut!”
Mistress returns to her position behind me, and proceeds to insert one finger into my ass. She slowly pulls the finger out, and inserts it back inside me. As she enters me for the second time, my cock starts to come to life.
“See, my slut, you like this!” Mistress grabs my hard cock with her free hand and slowly strokes it up and down, as she inserts 2 fingers inside me. She continues to explore my ass with her fingers, now up to three fingers, as she strokes my cock. I start to moan as the initial pain of fingers entering me and the stroking of my cock brings me close to orgasm, when out of nowhere Mistress stops stroking my cock and fingering me. She quickly grabs and twists my testicles, causing pain to which an orgasm seems almost impossible.
“Not so fast.” She says.
Mistress moves in close to my ear, and in a voice that gives me the best kind of chills, she whispers “You have been a good little slut, so I am going to give you the most intense orgasm of your life!”
“Thank You Mistress! I will be forever grateful to you!”
Mistress returns to her position behind me. Generously, she applies more lube, for which I thank the Mistress. This time Mistress goes straight for two fingers and pushes all the way inside me, and grasps my cock, slowly stroking up and down.
“Please Mistress, let me cum, Please!”
Mistress quickly inserts a third finger inside me and strokes my cock harder and faster. I start to moan from the pleasure and inform the Mistress that I am about to cum.
Right as I start to shoot my cum, Mistress pushes the strapon directly inside me, all the way to her sexy hips. I groan in ecstasy as Mistress begins to thrust the strapon in and out continuously, all while continuing to feverishly working her hand up and down my, now incredibly sensitive cock. The mix of pain and pleasure is starting to disorient me, however, I hear my Mistress instruct me that this will not stop until I cum for her again.
At this point, I am uncertain as to which act will make me cum quicker, the powerful thrusts of the strapon being wielded by the sexy Mistress or the handjob. Either way it does not take long for me to be brought to the brink of another orgasm. I groan and tell the Mistress that I am right on the edge coming again, which causes her to stroke faster and thrust harder and harder until I shoot any remaining cum out of me.
After both the Mistress and myself regain ourselves, Mistress let’s me out of the shackles. Immediately, I pull her close to me and kiss her more passionately than I have ever kissed a woman. We collapse in bed together, me holding her in my arms as she rests her head on my chest. I whisper into her ear:
“When can I serve you again Mistress?”
He sat there waiting in the chic sitting room. It was a comfortable temperature but with a cool, crisp breeze coming trough half-opened windows, the sheer, flowing curtains swaying with every fresh gust. The hardwood floors shined and there was a slight smell of wood polish all around, not the typical lemony kind but a sweet almond scent. He liked that smell, made him think of when he used to hide in the hallway linen closet and touch himself. So scared of getting caught, but even more scared of soiling the linens. The tables, chairs and shelves in the room gleamed as the floor did and the brass knobs and trinkets here and there that he noticed shone smartly. These must be antiques, he thought, surely nothing is made of brass anymore. He suddenly heard a quick light step from the other room..again reminices from the days in the closet. Everytime he’d start to get in that peaceful, safe place in his mind and start to relax and really enjoy his self-gratification and exploration he would hear a scurrying of small, light feet down the hallway, most likely his mother or Aunt, heels on hard-wood… how he loved that sound. He was anxious yet excited, waiting for the Mistress, the Governess that would teach him how to serve properly, instruct him how to be a proper gentleman, guide him into subspace and of course, when needed, discipline him accordingly. The sounds of the heels on wood came closer and closer, his heart started pounding more rapidly..closer and closer still and faster was his heart untill finally She walked in..A Vision of loveliness and Femininity yet Sensuality and Pure Power..A Queen, A Goddess..and this is who would be guiding him to be the best he could be. She sauntered in, he watched her hips sway in her tight , just below the knee pencil skirt. Gaia-like hips, teach me Earth Mother..She wore nude pantyhose and black 4 inch stilettos. He moved up and down her exquisite curvy form to her slim waist, a sheer, champagn colored blouse, low cut enough to show the tops and cleavage of the perfect size breasts, perky for her mid-30s, between a B and C, still supple..Gaia breasts..mmm, bid me suck, Goddess…her swan-like neck so delicate and then to her face, ooooh..he was almost blinded by her Beauty! Deep dark pools of Mystery looked right through his soul, a long, thin nose and just the right rosy lips, pouty enough to want to kiss for eternity but well-defined. This is the Muse that painters would paint and poets would pine for. He could feel her gaze burning him and lowered his eyes, his hands started to tremble slightly as she drew nearer and sat close to him on the small sofa on which he was sitting. Her smell was intoxicating. Her dark, curly tresses fell down her back and to the side like she had recently flipped it. She took hold of his chin gently and said “Look at me, boy, let me see you.” He timidly looked at her, trying hard to keep her sultry gaze he answers, “Y-Yes Mistress..” “Today we may speak freely, simply, you may call me Theodosia today.” She smiled warmly, such white, sparkly teeth and so straight. He smiled back at her meekly. For all his nervousness he was having a wonderful time sitting next to his Goddess. “Now, let us get to know each other a little better, my dear, I know we have discussed some things online but I want to know more, more about the inside you, the kinky you..what do you like, what gets you to that place of Euphoria and Completion, your Fetish..what is your True Kinky Self..” After a couple of minutes of awkwardly shifting on the sofa and rubbing the side of his face he starts to tell her a bit of what made him what he is and what brought him here..to Her. “I’ve just always loved a woman in power Mis..Theodosia. My Mother and Aunts were very loving but they could also very strict as well. So much so that I was not even allowed to date untill almost well out of high school. I have always had a very curious and kinky view towards sexuality, I was always aroused thinking of serving a strong woman, touching her heels, her feet, feet that carried such a strong creature. I would sneak inside the linen closet in the hallway, locking myself in, imagining worshipping and serving a beautiful, proud woman like..such as yourself Ms. Theodosia. ” After his story he was blushing furiously but felt somewhat relieved that he finally got to tell someone about his needs and desires, someone who did not judge him. He lowered his eyes again as she looked him over, studying him hard. She leaned back a bit, putting one arm across the top of the sofa, crossing her magnificent legs and said “Oh, I think we have a lovely start to our Journey my Darling, quite lovely indeed and I cannot wait to see how you can serve. Of course, we will start out slow, see what you can handle and what works well but I will tell you this now, I am a caring, compassionate Domme but I am also very strict as well. Once we get you to where you should know what’s what, once you get to that point and you slip up I will not take it easy on you, you will be disciplined, harshly if need be.” You looked at him for awhile, narrowing her eyes enough for her to get her point across. His blood rushed a bit quicker through his veins and a slight bulge sprung up in his pants. “Is this understood, my dear?” He looked at her with a bit more confidence and said “Yes, Theodosia, yes definitely.” “Goood..” she smirked a bit, pleased with herself. God she was so sexy, he couldn’t wait to serve this Temptress. She got up and walked over to her desk, the clippity- clop, oh how it drove him mad..he felt a hot flush to his face. She stopped, picked something up and turned around to face him. It was a riding crop..”Ever feel one of these across your ass, my dear?”
Let me count to ten and you can cum – can you do that for me ?
Yes? Are you sure? Ok…
1 … Am I finally going to let you cum?
2 … Mhh …
3 … So horny, aren’t you ?
4 … Soon, hold the edge.
5 … Halfway there
6 … Almost time to cum
7 … So close
8 … Ah, I’ve changed my mind … I’d rather lock you up now.
Come on, this has turned me on so much, I need you to eat me out now
Some individuals within the BDSM and fetish lifestyle are more comfortable with others knowing about their “taboos”. Unfortunately, even with advances with people being more open-minded as well as the growing number of people joining the fetish community there are still many that keep it in the closet, away from friends, family and even spouses. Not all activities are as hardcore as others, such as light bondage compared to rope and rigging. What a good majority of vanillas do not realize is that the things that we do are not just for fun but an actual way of life. It brings us joy, completion and excitement, a living embodiment of Art and Passion. How many of you can truly call it a Spiritual experience? Non-fetishists and the like as well as partakers also fail to see and feel the Spiritual side of fetish and BDSM. I cannot speak for everyone of course, but for me it does all of that and then some, brings me to new levels of consciousness, almost like meditation, a ying and yang comes to mind when I’m interacting with my submissives. It’s balance, shadow and light, pain and pleasure, and of course Dominance and servitude. Goddesses of old required gifts and deep Devotion, oftentimes the followers kissing their gilded feet, laying bountiful flowers and things of beauty and significance, serving their Goddess was an Honor of the highest degree. In return they not only felt and relished that Honor but were rewarded as well. To be a servant of the Goddess was truly respected. Many of today’s Mistresses are very much like those Goddesses. The submissives and devotees the followers, happy to serve yes, but also needing deeply to do so, finding completion only in serving. For anyone who does not understand our lifestyle I offer this bit of advice..open your mind, your soul, even open a book about it. This is not a new thing, from ancient religious practices, right of passage rituals, Priestess Initiation to the Houses of Discipline ran by our Mothers of all Mistresses, the Governesses, which were wrongfully confused with brothels of the day. Ascension and Evolution come with being human, we are sexual and sensual creatures. It doesn’t seem natural to not include it within our life’s journey, our soul searching or finding our True Selves. Let us try everyday to learn something new about ourselves, think outside the box, find our kinky or kinkier selves..and while we’re at it have some fun doing it.
Hello darlings, my apoligies for being away a couple weeks but I have had new projects, clients and the like to attend to along with life’s normal distractions. Rest assured I’ve got some lovely surprises in store for you but tonight I will share with you a bit of my mind, a Journaling. Topic: Fashionable Divas and Sophisticated Dommes. It is my opinion that being well dressed and classy not only adds to your respectability but also your confidence as a Mistress or Domme. If you do not take yourself seriously do you really think anybody else is going to? Probably not. Besides, let’s leave the hoochie outfits and such for the sugarbabies, haha. I enjoy dressing sexy as much as the next sultry Goddess and I’ve even been known to take it all off or at the least don some lingerie or fetish-wear during photoshoots, but during meet and greets, hosting get-togethers and of course sessions I’m not all hanging it out there. Meetings are classy but sexy, sessions I like to wear my leather and latex but you don’t get to see the whole enchilada boys, oh no, that’s just it, you keep them wanting, torture them ladies, quite literally. Well, I’m sure you get the idea. Now, I haven’t teased everyone with my lady wood material in a bit, so how about some?