slave

... I crave hands, not batteries.
Teeth and breath, not plastic.

Have you ever touched yourself while talking to me?

I might have back when...
You could make me react without having to.

We did connect a bit.

Ya, just a little. ;)

Come crawl in my lap.

I would in a heart beat.

Why do I get the feeling you would do much of what I crave?

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

You tell me... is it?
To me it is beautiful, but you knew that.

*smiles*
It's like I am supposed to... need to, want to...

I lay in bed sometimes and wonder about why I see you nude before me.

Come up with any answers?

Slave comes to mind when I allow it to surface...
How often to you feel that side of yourself?

Only ever when talking to one person in particular have I ever felt more slave than just submissive.

Is that what haunts you? That feeling of being a slave?

The connection that it would take to make me so.

I don't think you have ever said no to me.

Nope, not even when you said you would push me to my limits... and even beyond.

Would you ever say no?

I have no desire to say no to you.
...and I don't know why. I have thought about it a lot.

connection

Did you let your mind wander today?

It does everyday.

What did you think on?

Little things throughout the day... wishing things were different.

Like touching, smelling, and feeling that connection...simple? You want to feel that collar don't you?

Yes. That is a pretty big hole inside lately.

Did you feel a little better doing as told last night? Even for a moment?

Yes, a little.

It's just not wanting to do, it's that need. To be what is needed.

It's not even just the submission alone.. it's the whole picture that I am needing... a connection I am craving, along with the physical presence and giving of myself... all of it. Each part is sitting before me separately... none of it fills the void alone.

Friendship, companionship, the feel of someone in the house that cares, letting go and accepting where you need to be, having someone that gives a damn about you...

Yes..

Someone that values you... beyond anyone else.

Dammit, why do you always make me cry?

His eyes

Aria stole a peek with one eye. Shoes. He was still there... waiting. She could feel his eyes on her as she knelt at his feet. He hadn't said a word. He was just waiting, but he knew once she gained the courage to look into his eyes, she was his. For now, she could have her little streak of defiance, keeping her eyes squeezed shut, head bowed. She would look, sooner or later, she always did, and he was patient. Like many times before, she would turn her face to him, glancing at his face, his mouth, before finally settling her gaze on his eyes, and there she would stay... trapped. The courage would drain from her eyes to be replaced with a sweet simple pleading. A look he fed off of and would use to take her body to places she fantasized about in the deep dark recesses of her brain. He held her enthralled. Each blink of his eyes causing a momentary pause her life, like a little death, to be returned once those eyes held her again.

Hungry moods

I woke up hungry.

Hope I didn't wake you...

I'm okay, it will pass... always does. You are lucky you're not here.

Actually, I see it as I am unlucky I am not there.

You would be carrying the marks and feeling what I'd do to you for a while. I need to sleep I think.

Okay, my dear. I will try not to wake you again.

You are in a mood.

A mood?

I know I am, but you're in a touchy feely mood... a very submissive mood.

What makes yo say that?

Just what I felt.

I have been lately, yes.

Teeth raking across skin...

Yes, that and I want to lay my cheek on One's knee, a hand stroking my hair...

Is that all you yearn for?

No.

Did you mean to wake me that way?

I did not mean to wake you, but I was thinking of you... ... was listening to music.

Kneeling and nude, wanting.

Yes, ...the wanting. ...you have a way of turning that on full force... with your comments... questions...

I used to make you need to cum so easily.

Yes, you did.

I think I need to try and get my mind off taking you. ... I could dig my teeth into you though.

I need to sleep... ...cum for me tonight.

I will...

Good. I like that thought.

masterless

masterless, she wills her submission from you like a thief,
and unknowingly, you dominate her.
you push a little, she pulls with all her might.
like a dance you are led to lead and only she knows the steps.

she hangs on your every word,
reading lines between lines.
holding her breath,
and willing her flesh,
to feel the sting of your touch.

masterless, she holds her submission in her hands, a dying ember,
wishing for you to breathe her to life.

do you feel me?

I need to rip my teeth into flesh...

I am in a mood.

What kind of mood?

What do you feel?

Chills up the back of my neck...

What else? Do you feel my hunger? Does your body feel aroused?

My skin has that feeling... the second before someone touches you, that anticipation of knowing a touch is coming... the ever so slight shift towards the energy you feel flowing from the other hands... yearning for it because if feels so close.

Does it belong to just anyone?

No.

Do you want more?

... you know I do.

take from me...

Did you fall asleep thinking about me?

I did. I went to bed thinking you have a bad habit of getting thoughts in my head and then disappearing on me.

Sitting there wiggling and thinking of nice things or did I take you back to those evenings when we talked on the phone and I got under your skin?

All the thoughts are jumbled together into a bigger picture now... the IMs, texts, calls...

What are you thinking now? Would you enjoy knowing I am laying in the dark nude?

I wish I was there... next to you.. feeling you breathe.

Tasting you. Hearing your heart. Dragging my teeth across skin. Releasing you beast.

Yes, yes, yes, and yes...
Would you release your Beast then?

It would leave marks on you. Force you to do things. Take you. Take your submission.

That's what I would be there for... for you, to do with as you please.
Could you keep the Beast at bay if I was there? My skin under your hands?

It would take a lot from you... you'd be the Beast's slave.

Could you keep it at bay if I was there?

No.
I'd take from you. Taste your breath... your flesh... your blood... see how far I could push you... and then push some more. Break you.

Then if you could not keep him chained... the choice is already made.
You could not restrain him, and I could not stay away from you never knowing.

Perhaps you carry those scars from my beast already...

The memories of scars not yet inflicted.

Being able to touch you and your body instantly submits and readies for me.
Do you feel it? ....the clothes burn upon your skin.
If you could, you'd be nude right now.

I would be... yes.

Home Alone, pt.2

Part 1 is here.

The man slaps her across the face hard.
“Now, what did I just say?!” She starts to sob. As she opens her mouth to apologize, something lacy is shoved in there.
“That will keep you quiet.”

Hand still on her throat, he proceeds to have his way with her helpless form. She sucks in air as he pinches her left nipple hard. The right one he pulls and twists. She moans. He presses a knee between her legs, moving them apart. Rough fingers probe her and become slick with her juices.
“Oh yes, you like this. You are a slut.” Her body has betrayed her.
Taking his hand from her throat, he pushes her legs up and as far apart as they will go. Without warning, several fingers are quickly shoved inside her pussy. Callie whimpers behind her gag as the pain rushes through her body. His hand begins to pump in and out of her. With his other hand he begins to rub her clit. She tries to resist the urge to cum, but her body betrays her once again and she begins to cry again. He just laughs.
“I told you, you were going to enjoy this,” he says as he reaches up and grabs both of her breasts and squeezes, leaving a trail of her cum up her body.
Again he pushes his fingers inside of her. More this time, stretching her as far as she will go. In and out. One hand on her throat again. It doesn’t stop until she is shaking from another orgasm.
“Now time for me to have some fun. I am going to flip you over, your ass in the air and you’re going to stay that way,” he growls.
Her hands still tied above her head to the bed, he lifts her body and throws her over on her stomach. Grabbing her hips, he forces her knees under her and her ass in the air. Her arms are now stretched out in front of her, face pressed into the bed. He moves her knees further apart so she is fully exposed to him.
Callie jumps and moans as she feels pressure against her asshole. Please, no! She screams inside her head. He just laughs at her body’s reaction, but keeps his thumb there teasingly increasing the pressure.
Once again, he starts to rub her clit hard and fast. Every time she gets near orgasm, he smacks her ass. Each hit getting harder and harder. Her skin burns and try as she might, she can’t keep from squirming. He doesn’t stop this until she is sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.
She feels him get into position behind her. In one move, he slams his cock into her now dripping wet hole, rocking her forward with the force of it. She screams behind her gag.
Pulling out, he smacks her ass. Then slams back in. Out, smack, in, over and over.
“Have you had enough?” All she can do is whimper behind her gag. Laughing again, he begins to pound into her pussy. Both of his large rough hands spreading her ass cheeks far apart.
Renlentlessly this goes on, periodically reaching down and playing with her clit, bringing her to orgasm again and again. All the while, slamming his hard cock into her. It seems like forever until he cums. She is a sobbing shaking mess of bodily fluids.

He gets off the bed, and vaguely she can hear him in the bathroom, water running. Sounds like the bath is filling, but she is too exhausted to care. Since he is in the other room, she lets her body finally fall onto the bed.
A few minutes later, he sits on the bed next to her, rolls her over, gently takes the gag out of her mouth and kisses her tenderly. Her hands are untied from the bed and each other. He rubs them, her wrists, and arms, returning blood flow and easing the soreness.
Callie’s mind, behind the blindfold, is trying to make sense of this sudden gentleness, but is too far gone to grasp at any one idea.
He picks her up, and cradled in his arms the blindfold is removed. She squeezes her eyes shut, afraid.
“Open your eyes, my love,” Master says.
Yes, it was Master all along. She slowly opens her eyes and looks into his. Sobbing uncontrollably and clutching onto him for dear life, he holds her there for a while.
Eventually, he gets up and carries her into the bathroom, putting her into the bath he ran. Ever so tenderly he washes her body, stripping away the events of the night. Never saying a word.
After the bath, he dries her off and carries her back to the bed, laying her down. He pushes her legs up and apart as he begins to go down on her. Gently bringing her exhausted soul to climax again with his tongue.
Callie cries again as her Master gets on top of her and enters her in one thrust. He stays there and leans down to whisper in her ear…
“You are safe. You are Mine, I own you. I love you.” With that, he starts to slide his cock in and out. Tenderly kissing her face until they both cum together.

Home Alone, pt. 1

This fantasy was first and strongest. It is my little dark secret that I have carried with me for quite sometime. It is a controversial and tender subject for some, and I am sorry for what they had to experience involuntarily. For me, this scenario gets me wet every time I think about it! Hope you Enjoy!


Sitting home alone one night, Callie is watching a horror movie on t.v, something she usually never does. She knows her Master will be home from working 2nd shift soon, but still frightened by the movie she startles at every strange noise.
It’s late, about 2 a.m. when the movie ends. She is tired and decides to try to get some sleep, but unfortunately sleep eludes her. Every creak, every knock, each noise makes her jump in her skin, and she wonders why Master isn’t home yet. Eventually though, she falls asleep from pure exhaustion.

Next thing she knows someone is on top of her, straddling her with her arms pinned under their knees and a hand over her mouth. She can’t scream. It’s dark and all she can see is a silhouette, no features, no clue as to who this man is. Her heart races 1000 miles an hour as she struggles to get free. Something covers her eyes, and she feels him lean down. His face next to her ear, she feels his hot breath on her cheek.
“Don’t make a sound. Do you understand?” he whispers.The voice is faintly familiar, but Callie is too scared out of her mind to place it. She quickly nods her understanding.
“Good.” He takes his hand from her mouth.
She bites her lip as he fastens whatever is covering her eyes tightly around her head, keeping it in place. Her hands are beginning to hurt, pinned as they are under his knees. He first takes one hand and then the other and ties them together, and ties them above her head.
“Don’t move.” Callie lays perfectly still, too scared to even breathe.
He gets up and she hears him rummaging through everything. Drawers, closet, even going into the bathroom, nothing is left untouched. A robbery. All she can hope for is that he will leave and her Master come home soon!
However, she is not so lucky. She sleeps naked and her nude body is exposed, and suddenly there is a hand on her throat, tight but she can still get air.
“Don’t move, don’t speak. I AM going to hurt you, but worse if you disobey me. You’re going to enjoy this no matter how hard you try not to.” Against all that is right, his words strike a chord with her ingrained submissiveness. He chuckles.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she sputters anyway.

...to be continued.

Mental Stimulation

I just woke up from a dream of touching you with a crop. I didn't expect that but it was something. I rarely dream of sexual acts of any sort.

I remember dreams before, but its been awhile.

It's been awhile, but I do remember dreaming those about you.
This was very strong, I woke up craving. Wish you were a bit closer.. I would be coming over to fuck you. I think we would probably both be bruised afterwards. Hands full of hair and just animalistic energy.

so when are you going to get here?? ;)

If I do I may kidnap you.

kidnap?

Yes, kidnap, fuck, enslave, fuck some more.

*grin, drool*

Well, I guess I need to try and sleep with this craving or I will never sleep tonight, but its there and I hope I do dream of you again.

screw the dreaming, get your ass down here and bruise me!!

Silently ~ MoP 6

Silently,

your touch slides across her skin,

trailing liquid fire,

Searing more than flesh,

her soul is marked,

To be forever under

your control.

Your body moves over her,

stirring the depths within in.

Mold and consume her,

the power is yours.

What NOT to say to a Dom

Chit-chatting with Poet online about him having to drive home extremely tired...


Apparently, the thing NOT to say to a Dom is...

Can't have you hurting yourself, because I still need to beat you for
disappearing for 2 weeks and making me worry!

I never got an IM back, LOL

*checks off on list* Do Not tell a Dom you are going to beat them, check.

Waiting

She holds her breath in anticipation waiting.

Always waiting.

When peace settles around her like a comfortable sweater,

The solitary sound a single beat of her heart.

Her eyes are cast down, seeing nothing and everything,

Following the fines lines of her skin engraved like memories.

Time is perfection.

This is her moment.

But...

Surrender is inevitable

Eggs

I am a member of CM and have been for many years. My profile was originally created when I was a ProDomme all those many years ago.. and my screen name reflects that. When I got single again, I reactivated my profile and switched my preferences over to reflect the little subbie that I truly am. As you can imagine, this invites a lot of comments and some confusion with the contradiction!
So recently, I just decided to ditch the old profile and start new for the new year. Along with the old screenname not reflecting who I am any longer, the whole 'I want to tame the Domme' scenario that I seem to get from those that don't actually take the time to read my profile is getting rather old.


Like any dating/social site, there are 100 bad eggs for every 1 good egg you happen across. But the site does provide some amusement while skipping around basket in hand for the elusive real Dominant. ;) VanImp at Vanilla Impaired calls those bad eggs "Duminants" and so true it is! Here is her blog on how to spot this abundant species and tips on how to avoid being pestered by one!


I got this message a week or so ago that I had to share! I think this guy fits VanImp's criteria.

First contact from SirClueless*: Kneel and open your mouth

My reply: Only if you want it bitten off. Do not presume to order me.. you are NOT my master.

hee hee

Clueless: Smiles. But that could be rectified. You have a beautiful back and beautiful profile


Wow, dense. I am thinking he didn't get the point the first time around, just a guess though.. However, that day I didn't want to waste more energy on this eejit.

Me: Not going to happen. Sorry. Good luck, elsewhere.

Him: I didnt expect the tediousness of that from your profile!

my blank stare...uhh......

My profile says very little... but one of the things it does say is that I am NOT looking for an eejit... err.. Master. That I am only there to meet new people and friends. I think I need to start letting my little Domme back out again, and start seeing just how much I can toy with the Duminants.



*names have been changed to protect the...errm...innocent?