Coltic's corner

       Standing there completely naked, Face down towards the floor her eyes strained to look up when he had said she was his. This man that has come into her life and showed her the doors of both pleasure and pain. Has not just opened one door but has opened both. Doors that she wanted to take off their hinges as to never be shut again.

     Turner round and reach up for the highest ring with both hands. He instructed her.

      She turns around and grabs a ring that brings her up onto her toes in order to reach.  From the floor beside her he comes up and attaches to her wrist leather bands that get clemped to the ring.

      Spread your feet apart as far as you can. He  now instructs her.

       Both ankles have leather bands applied just as her wrist were and has a spreader bar attached.  As well as another bar attaching from the pole to her ankles. Running his fingers up-and-down her spine He runs his fingers through her hair Bowling his fingers up against her scalp tugging her hair back. 

     To whom do you belong to?

     To you my sir. She unhesitantly answers him.

 His hand falls down to her ass Circling her cheeks scraping at them with her fingernails. Finally coming to halting halting his hand as edit smacks her her ass and doesn't move.

      Strawberries sir.

      Very well.  Once again the circling her ass He picks up and smacks her ass again.

      Strawberries are 10 times strawberry.

      Don't be so eager my little pet. I have something new for you.

       Stepping away but only to come back a moment later he tells her to open her mouth.  She does so and finds a small egg shape metal object being inserted into her mouth.

      Suck on it.  As his voice compels her to comply.

      Her tongue dances around it as her lips fully engulf this metal object.  She can feel a wet finger between her ass cheeks slowly probing forward.  Coming in contact with her anus Her mouth starts sucking harder As she feels his finger dancing around. His fingers starts pushing against her  And she knows too Relax and his finger starts easing into her.

      That's a good girl. He praises her as he removes the object from her mouth. Send have you been a very good Pet. I got you a new toy.

     Her face becomes hot and flush as the object in her mouth is now ran from her wet wanting wanting mound, back to her just fingered ass. Feels him insert it into her ass  Any soft drawn out  moan escapes her mouth.

      Now my pretty little pet has a pretty little tail. Can you flick your tail for me? 

     She arches  her back and sticks out her ass. The hairs tickles her thighs as her ass switches from side to side and the tail begins to move.   

     Now my little Minx has her own tail. It's even long enough that I can do this with it.

      Against her swollen pussy  She can feel the hairs from the tail tickling her clit and the lips of her pussy. Where her legs begin to quiver. 

      Yet another sharp slap to the side of her ass Wakes  Heard from the spell Her pussy was about the cast.

     Again you are too eager my little pet.

     Please sir. I beg you release me from this urge.

     His next word is soft and draw out after another crack to her ass. As she fell her asshole pukers from the impact and draws the plug inward. She he say.

     No.

     Coming from beside her after placing what Sir had in his hands on the floor beside her. Clanking from what could only be a metal hitting metal. He moves to stand in front of her. Taking her by the waist with both hand and barely making contact with move his has hands up. Reaching her rib cage she shivers and he stops.

     Sorry Sir. With a soft and child like voice. 

     He begins moving again across and under the curve of her breasts and in between reaching the collar of her t shirt. His finger tips glide on her skin as they go in under the cotton material. She can see the heaving of her cupped breasts from the shirt being pulled away.

     She is jerked forward as the shirt is torn down the middle of her chest. The shoulders flung over behind her. Her hair is taken in his right hand and pull tight enough to control her head. Turn her head with her hair her body had no choice but to follow. Letting go of her hair his hand moved quickly to what was left of her shirt. Being removed quickly from her arms and being tossed to the side.

     The waistband of her shorts were being pulled away from the small of her back. She could hear the telltale signs of the elastic waistband being snipped away by what can only be a pair of scissors. The backside of the scissor felt cool against the back of her thigh has the scissort trace down cutting away the leg. The spandex shorts floated against her skin a was he brought the scissor back up to cut down the other leg from what was left of the shorts.

     The small patch of her panties pressed against her clit as the backside of her panties were pulled from the crack of her ass. Only to hear the crotch of her panties being cut away and grazing against the inner thigh as it was cut. Both shoulder straps of her bra was cutaway and fell in front and behind her.  

     Turn around to face me. He orderd her with heavy breath. 

     He hooks the center Gore of her bra and with one final cut it falls to the floor. Grabbing the waistband of her panties and pull her close to him. Leaning forward towards her ear he whispers to her

     I can smell your excitement, it's dripping from your pussy.

     She could have cum just from that alone. A small little gasp of air came out from between her lips. Her chin hitched up and her eyes began to close. You can see her eyes trying to roll up behind them. As the last thing strip of material was ripped away from her waste leaving her standing there naked.

     The problem with your clothes is that they didn't have permission to touch what's mine.

     He has been sitting there eyeing me on and off for some time now. Did he not like the manner of my letter?  Oh please don't make him dislike like it. Should I say samething or just drop down now and start begging for forgiveness. No I shouldn't do that. That's just graveling. Oh please say something.

     She knows I am watching her. Those fucking cloths dam it. The folds of the material are smiling at me, mocking me. They are to close to her. 

     He is unpleasant with my letter. Why I tried to explain to him. I want nothing more then to be his, oh Sir just one word. Any order please.  No don't be needy.  You got this. I got it. Tease him seduce him. Your a woman for fuck sakes. I will make him beg.

     What the fuck! They got her touching them. Why?  Keep it cool. Just keep answering her letter. 

     A little touch of my breast. There you go keep watching me. Maybe your a leg man, give you a little more here. Yes, watch as i bunch up these shorts. Just a bit more up to the hip. Gotcha!

     There done. Now for those cloths. I have had enough of them touching what's mine. Time to fix this problem.

     Standing and placing the tablet aside he eyes down to his Minx. Speaking in his low assertive voice. 

     You have a problem and we are going to fix that.

     Oh shit backfired, he don't like to be teased.         OK, about the. Was all she got out.

     Geeet up  In that same tone. 

     The look of shock in her eyes as she uncurls her legs. So raw his voice, rang in her mind.

      No no no. Her mind yelling at her is then halted. As he bends down and comes up with his shoulder in her stomach. Lifting her off her feet.  She is now bent over him and being carried away. His hand coming down firmly on her ass. Giving her a little shock wave up her back.

     She stayed quite after the smack to her ass the whole time being carried down to the playroom. Standing there at the door he repeats his pledge. I am her dom. I am her pain. I am her pleasure. Above all I am her protector. He turns the knob and walks in.

     Bring her to the center of the room and lowering her down to her feet.  A sqaure wooden beam  with shining metal rings at different  locations and heights stand from floor to ceiling. He turns and  goes to cabinet  in the far corner. 

    Did I do something wrong Sir? She quietly asked.

    No, you did not. There is a problem with those cloths. Now I have one thing to say. You know your words. Tell me them.

     Sir my words are. Strawberry for more,  orange for tolerance peeling away. Mellon for hard and can't  no more.

     Very well spoken.

     Her eyes that were looking at his hands and what he carried now went to his face and widen from his appovel. And just like that she knew she was safe with him. Again her eyes  feel to the floor remembering to acknowledge his  compliment.

     Thank you Sir. Then lowered her eyes.

My Minx,

     Yes, you are correct on me knowing your body. Each time you stand before me and I survey your body find new little treasures. The way your skin welts from the flogger changes the landscape. The small yellowing from paddling your ass cheeks. Its like I am constructing new terrain on a map. The flow of moisture and juices I can create from touching you body. Makes me wonder if there is an end to your ecstasy. 

     Your submission is so intoxicating that when your not I am craving it. Your my greatest toy when your down in you Humble or Table position and exposed to me. Knowing your here to let me use your body that gives pleasures to both of us. The firecrack pop of my hand impacting your skin. The inhale of your breath from my touch and the sensations I give you. To just name a few is both drink and food for body and soul.

     The scent of your pussy as you get excited. The sound of your Thank you Sir. Even now I want to stop writing you this letter and have you down before me with your hands tied behind you. For me, you not touching me is not a tease for only you, it teases me too.  Makes me crave your touch just much as you wanting too. I must try and resist allowing you to again touch me.

     Your submission your Yes Sir is a driving force that I want. I need to hear it, to have it. Its not just power of your body.  It connects me to you in ways my touch can't. I look at you curled up in your chair and I want to be the clothes your wearing, to be that close to you. Dam those cloths your mine!

     Sir

Dear Sir

     I awoke this morning in my sheets smelling of sweat, and sex. From both yours and my fluids. Mostly mine. By no means am I complaining from you giving and forcing me to orgasm and my dippings from me many times. My stomach muscles are sore from cumming and my wrists and ankles are reminding me of how hard I tried to get away from you and the vibrator.  My ass and back is pleasantly hot. The way you flogged my back and paddled my ass was so sensual. It stung but you softly worked my skin this time. That don't mean I don't like your punishments too, cause I do enjoy them too. This was just a different level which you know makes me sing a different song. I could go on and about what you already know. 

    Do you know just how it makes me feel to say Sir in both yes and no? It's not just what I call you for me. It's knowing that only I can call you my Sir. That everything you give me and do for me is special. Yes even couples do special things for each other. But, when you got me tied or tell me to keep my hands on the wall and you flog me. That pain comes from you and your sharing with me the pain or you wouldn't take care of me after. My Sir holds me and tells me I did good and he is proud of me.

     Even when I don't follow his rules. Not cause I am a puppet and you need to pull my strings. Its cause you care about me when we're apart. You want to know I am safe, I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. As long as we are together I know you will always be there to protect me from harm and Sir, I will shield your heart from harm.

Yours 

Do I need to say anything more.

     So I was thinking .. yeah that's dangerous.  I left my first blog stating I liked pain as well as giving pain. Being one that used to cut and burn themselves it's a drug for me. Battling it for years to not do it myself. That's why when I got her againt the wall and she's trying to fight and digs her nails into my flesh. Just one way I will nicely put it. 

     See yes its pain but when I embrace it, it's not. It be comes energy, a primal ecstasy. I been told my eyes darken to an almost black shark like gaze. I know what it does to my member when I would be in her, but. The lust I feel and the need to rip off clothes and take her. Well that's something totally different.

     Even now reader while writing about the raw  urges for nails and teeth trying to inflict pain. I can feel a change. Pulse picking up and sight brights. The faint sound of breathing and my pulse in my ears. The veins in my neck twitching. My thoughts come to focus on not how I want to ravage her but to mark her. To see the white and the rosey pink flesh from my nails. The sound they make almost like water softy running in a pond. Feeling her flesh under my nails as I cover her body with my own weight.

     Don't fight back, don't egde me more. The beast wants you too, it urges you too. Grabbing her hair and wrenching her head to expose her neck. Rubbing my face and growling in her ear and smelling her own desire. Sinking my teeth into her shoulder. Once more marking her flesh with my own branding. Seeing the fading marks from the last time. 

     I can feel the burning in my flesh from her own nails marking me. Adding to the heat I feel in my blood when I final entered her. The fight is no longer in her. She has been taken by her own heat. Has excepted me and taken everything and now her eyes are soft and weaken. Her head is back and her breast are heaved forward for my mouth and teeth to continue giving her my marks willingly. 

     Yes dear reader. It's pain I give cause its pain I need. From my own I give onto her. 

     May the pain wash you clean.

Hi reader.

                  My profile gives an introduction of what I am. Personally, in my mind, that's a different story. I been readed others blogs and comments and some of them make you dream. Some well they make you want it. Whether it's a story or what happened in RL. Me include. Which brings me to this, my first post on my Blog.

                  See I was a sub got the taste when I was in my teens. Didn't know I was doing it to myself. By burning and cutting. Without getting into the details man it was good. Then in my 20's got involved with a woman that knew how to push all my buttons. For a long time. We grew apart like people do but that left a taste in my mouth not as the sub but as the dom.

                   Found a woman that at first was a vanilla relationship but she knew what I wanted and she herself had sub tendencies. We grew and it was perfect. We were happy and had plans, always talked about our future and what we were going to make of it. You guess it reader what begins must always have an ending. I seen signs and tried to work with it. More and more I was called less and seen less of each other. Said sometimes life is hard so don't sweat the little things. 

                   Lost people defending her. Telling them they don't know nor understand us. To the point they or I walked away from each other. Then after 4 years my mother found she had cancer and I lost it. Have scars on my knuckles from it. Put my hands through a door and wooden fence at work. For a year she fought for the life she knew was up. My partner in life and as a sub promised me the world. Till 6 days after my mother died. Then my heart died twice. She left cause and I quote, "she had to."

                  It's been almost 3 years now.  About 6 months ago I started on here.  Started chatting with some people. Mostly hi and a couple of conversations of likes and why we like them. I lean heavily to being a dom and still have lots to learn. I still like my own pain but in ways that only a sub can do. I don't know what people think just what I feel and my own thoughts are. My heart and emotions still seek what I lost but in our core isn't that what we as a human need. Yes in an dynamic our bonds we make are always stronger cause those bonds are on a level where every part of us are exposed. Some maybe more then others. It's not a weakness in our design. It's why we need our other half. It's not till then we feel whole or at least, me.

                   So that's my introduction. A nerve open to you. Stroke it or pull it, pleasure or pain. Cause for me I like both.