observations from behind the bench

For instance, the name "Master."

There are many definitions of that particular word, for the purposes of this discussion, let's consider it indicative of a level of expertise due to extensive study and practice or education slightly less than that required to hold a doctorate.  Or, as in my trade, I hold the title Master, considered capable of any task in the field.

How does one become a Master? Practice, study, study, practice, study, practice, finally, look at what you have created... is it the work of a Master?  You decide, and hopefully, others will concur.  If they do not it's time for more study.  "What????" you say, "I've done my time!!!! I don't need to study any further."

Ah... and who is going to bestow the elusive title of Master upon you?  Do you place it on yourself, after all, who's going to know?  What's in a name anyway.

What's in a name is reflective of who is going to take action due to the name, and what action they are willing to take.  You see you can call yourself whatever you want to.  You could be Dr. Phil if you want, the issue is, if you say you are Dr. Phil and someone takes steps to follow your diagnosis of their psychosis, and they crash horribly... because you were not Dr. Phil at all but rather some wannabe Dr. Phil.  What do you do with the responsibility for the damage you cause?

I was talking to a submissive on another site who shared a horrible experience with me about an experience she had with someone who called himself a Dom.  He said all the right stuff, and they were going to visit a dungeon, not more than a million miles from here, so they could do a scene but, at the end of the day, since the dungeon was in a different city, and they were tired they decided to just do the scene at his house.  Once he had her tied securely to the bed, he began to flog her, then his enthusiasm increased as the flog continued relentlessly, she became alarmed as her safe word brought no respite. A glance over her shoulder into his eyes revealed a madman who was away with the fairies, the very bad fairies.  To quote her; "He totally lost all control, beating me, I saw the blood flying and he showed no signs of stopping until I was screaming hysterically, crying and snotting all over, he finally stopped, leaving me badly beaten."

Sadly, that was the last conversation I ever had with her, I would like to think that she simply moved on with her life.

I find it hard to believe that so many people dance around fantasy on this site without a clue what reality looks like, let alone having a first hand knowledge of what it feels like to actually submit to a Dominant or to have a submissive who is devoted to you, and will do anything for you.

I was fortunate to be introduced into the culture of D/s about 40 years ago, quite a while before Fifty Shades of Grey exposed the fictional side of our particular kink and caused so many to race out to the nearest dungeon or adult book store hoping to get lucky and find some ass to smack.

Sometimes in the process of cruising the halls of weird on the internet you might run across someone who merely wants to play (translate play as "type dirty to each other with one hand.") and wants to do so just for a quick dalliance and to enjoy some spicy interaction with no strings attached and just a bit of not so innocent fun.

It is fun, but, if you had talked to someone else in a similar circumstance a couple of days before, and submissive A is acquainted with submissive B you are liable to find that for submissive A, flights of fantasy had already left the airport winging their way to a never ending life saga of you riding into the sunset together.

Reality is choosing the china and silverware patterns fantasy is typing your way to an orgasm.

I had someone contact me through another site who was mildly familiar with the lifestyle.  began call me Master within 2o minutes, promised undying devotion within an hour, and asked for money a half hour after that. Then she could not understand why I had stopped talking to her.

There is a fantasy world that you can enjoy much like the one in 50 shades of Grey and you can certainly enjoy that and the lifestyle as is depicted there, just try to keep one foot on the floor so the room doesn't start spinning.

There is a real world made up of men and women who truly don't feel complete unless they are performing tasks for a significant other who is a dominant personality and force in their life.  We need to bear in mind that as a dominant with a submissive, the line between dominance and bullying/abuse can become very blurry if one does not keep the rose colored glasses put away except for special occasions.

Worthy of note also is that real Masters do exist who know what to do with a sub and truly know how to care for and nurture a submissive to facilitate their feelings of belonging, well being, and happiness.  If you are someone who wants to serve or have someone serve you for more than a weekend or a few minutes behind a computer screen then please.  Do some research someplace other than fictional accounts, and find out how the rest of the world that "gets it" conduct themselves.

I have read numerous comments regarding 

Instadoms

Wannabes

and a couple of other uncomplimentary titles.

If that handle fits you and you don't care, then wear it proudly, otherwise, learn some things about the lifestyle.

Thanks for listening, I feel so much better.

Most of us who have been in the lifestyle for some time understand that for some it is a fantasy world where dreams are made to come true but frequently do not evolve into what we think it is supposed to look like at the end of the day.

I have had the opportunity, as most who know me are aware, to be a deprogrammer from around 1985 moving forward through the years.  In that time I have helped to unwind damage done by religious zealots, Abusive spouses, abusive parents, controlling individuals from many walks of life that afforded them power over people in their charge or just plain psychotic control freaks who decided that being a Dom would be a good way to get to smack some ass or dispense punishments to unsuspecting victims who find themselves in involuntary servitude situations from which there is no escape.  Of course the desireability 

BDSM is a combination of Bondage (tying people up) and Discipline (spanking a willing ass) Sadism (Inflicting Pain) And Masochism (enduring and enjoying pain).

The presence of the D and the S in the acronym is not an indicator that Dominance and submission are part of the above mentioned Fetish.

BDSM is a fetish or group of fetishes while Dominance and submission are actually part of a lifestyle practiced by millions of mentally healthy individuals who, because of personality traits they possess, prefer to be submissive (type b personality) to an individual who has a Dominant personality type (Type A personality), and the converse is true as well.

There are a number of offshoots of these individual preferences that are often something that should be approached with caution.  One that causes me a bit of concern are the women who call themselves "FinDoms" who consider themselves worthy of your financial submission, "send me $500.00 and I will let you lick my boots."  Hmmmm, those are also referred to as "Professional Domme's" or, there is another word that is used for them but it seems to escape me for the moment...

Dominance is a mental attitude, as is submission.

Lines are often blurred as are definitions of the various types of play.  I spent some time talking with one submissive who said that playtime had turned terribly wrong with a wannabe Dom who, after he tied her to a bed, and began to flog her, completely lost his head and began beating her with no mercy, her safe words did nothing, screaming and crying did nothing, it was not until she was bleeding from the wounds on her back that he came back to his senses to a degree and stopped what he was doing.

The heart of a true submissive is such that they will endure whatever their Master has asked of them no matter what.  Pain is a little consequence but it is real and it hurts just the same.  As is the agony of loss when a relationship ends.  Sometimes the relationship never should have begun but selfish desires will often get their way no matter the cost.

After hearing some of the things I hear from Subs about their mistreatment I have a hard time keeping my temper in check, it makes me want to introduce some sanity into the head of an individual who thinks they actually deserve to be served and adored even though they are a jerk and have every right to be because "after all, I'm the Dom and you promised to submit to me."

So if my little diatribe has pissed you off, get over it, if it makes you think, good for you.  If it keeps even one sub from harm then it did as intended.

S

Here’s a blog post on a subject I know quite a bit about.

Hypnosis.

I have been playing with it since I was a teenager and started learning how to do self-hypnosis.  Of course as time passed and friends became open to experimentation I learned to hypnotize other people.

I am sure you have heard the tales of the subjects being made to bark like a dog or cluck like a chicken because of a post hypnotic suggestion.  While very entertaining, that is all it is, entertainment.

Please allow me to debunk some of the myths surrounding hypnosis.

It has been said that, under hypnosis, you can’t be forced to do something that is against your will or your nature. That’s true, and there is a very good reason for that. You actually hypnotize yourself. It is up to you whether the hypnotist’s induction takes you to a trance state or not.

The hypnotist leads into and out of hypnosis with his words.  If you are suggestible at all the tist can direct you to feel things like a touch on your left arm simultaneously on your right arm as if you are being touched twice at once, or perhaps telling you that your hand is stuck to the table and try as you might, you are unable to lift it.

These are all reactions of your mind to suggestions from someone whom you trust, I assume, because they have placed you in a trance or what I would call a suggestible state.

These things are called Post-hypnotic suggestions for a reason, they are not commands and are not something compelling to you unless you, as the subject, allow yourself to be compelled to do something. A suggestion is just that, something you can do or not, at  your pleasure.

There are lots of entertaining people out there who claim to be able to control peoples minds, as you know, I am quite thoroughly familiar with mind control from personal, experience and trauma. Hypnosis is not a method of mind control, there are methods that look like that but in the light of day, they are revealed for what they are.

At the end of the day, no matter what you have seen on youtube, there is very little mystique involved and your reaction to induction is yours and you are in charge of it.  You can wake yourself at any time based on your awareness of what is being done.

I do suggest doing research and watching a youtube video or two to become familiar with the varying techniques different practitioners employ.

Erotic hypnosis is something that can be administered long distance and I have done so numerous times enabling women to experience hands free orgasms or actually for some, the first orgasm in their life.

We’ll see what kind of responses I receive from this post.  It is possible that I will get much flak from others who believe they have the power to trance people instantly with just a command, etc. I will add to this and address some other aspects of the practice if there seems to be interest.

This is my opinion only, based upon my experience. So if you feel I am out in left field, you are welcome to your opinion as well.

Have a great day.

Gothic Love

Nights like this have always meant suspense to writers, as she looked out the windows at  the lowering sky her mind drifted back to the time of their first meeting.  She had opened her email one morning and there he had been, waiting to sweep her away into a dream world where reality was often the exception.

Barely one week earlier she had placed a personal ad on an adult personal service.  She had been convinced by her good friend Julie that it was harmless fun, and if someone interesting came along, she did not have to keep him to herself.  She reflected on Julie’s gay laughter as she said that last.  Julie thought that she would not go through with an actual meeting .  Therefore the benefits of anyone “Champagne” did not find worthy of her attention would fall to Julie.  She knew that with the high standards Mary set for herself in terms of lovers, there would be many castaways for Julie to pick from.

Branches seemed to be trying to wear through the walls as the wind increased with the impending storm, the fire burning brightly and warming the room to the point that she could be quite comfortable completely nude rather than in the broom skirt she was wearing.  “Mmmmm, interesting thought, being nude this afternoon.”  The thought, like so many others of Ettienne, brought warmth to her center.  It was uncanny, he had seemed to be waiting for her to come along.

His words had leapt from the page to carve their way into her heart,  how could a man have found the keys to her heart so easily.  She had kept it so guarded, so locked away for so long, she was even surprised herself when the emotions flooded from the page and ignited flames that burned within her to an incredible intensity.  And now he would soon be here.

His presence kept a closely guarded secret, how could she share with anyone else the unbelievable circumstances and even more incredible connection that had brought them to this night.  Her realization that the time was approaching when he would be at the door punctuated by the flash outside the window.  Gathering her arms about her bust, she felt the smooth silk slide delectably across her nipples. She smiled and strolled casually toward the fire.  Her eye caught her reflection in the window, she looked wonderful, and she knew it.  Her athletic frame moving under her clothing with the grace of a cat.  “Would he approve?”  She wondered if she would please him.  My God!  I can’t believe I am concerned with this!  “Am I going to approve of him, should be the question.”  Indigence radiating outward from her as she corrected herself.  Then softening her thoughts she reflected again on his last letters, how they had so accurately targeted her innermost thoughts until she thought that he could truly read her mind.  “I have never, ever, wanted anyone like I want him.  Am I insane, or just insatiable?”  Her musing was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell, the butterflies in her stomach like a school girl would have.  The time was at hand and she was terribly apprehensive about the outcome.

His drive had been uneventful, not anything like she had feared when she had called to try and talk him out of making the drive tonight.  “We have planned this too long to stop now.”  His answer had left no room for argument.  He was not absolutely certain that it had not been a dodge on her part at the very last to bring to play a reason not to continue.  He was certain, however,  that this would happen, the two of them had been racing toward this moment in time all their lives.

Her trip overseas where she learned to savor life, and his myriad of affairs with older women as a young man where he learned to be a lover.  These things had prepared both of them for a moment when the two of them would finally meet. 

His finger touched the doorbell button, and it seemed as if time stood still while he waited for the door to open.....She was radiant, her saucy blonde hair swept away from her face, his gaze took her in at a glance, head to foot, every inch a vision.  The swell of her breasts under the silk blouse, the muscle of her thighs visible under her skirt....This would be a night to remember, she held her hand out to him, as he entered he increased his gentle pull on her hand, as she floated to him, his other hand went to the back of her neck and lifting her face to him, his lips closed on hers.

The kiss was gentle and more filled with emotion than either expected.  As it came to an end, the gentle little kisses ending it bringing a smile to her face.  She stepped back, still looking up at him, she turned and crossed the room with her back to him.  It amused him a bit to see her exert the presence he saw in the set of her shoulders.  She intended to remain in charge it appeared.  He was enjoying this, such a great lady, community leader, so phenomenally intelligent.  Cultured and controlled.  She truly was lovely.  But he had seen into her heart, he was intimately familiar with the passion that resided there.  He knew what a task it was for her to remain in control.  His love that had been growing for her, now even more tangible as he watched her pour her favorite beverage.  Her nickname suited her, golden and bubbly.  The true flavor residing deep beneath the first impression.

She was looking at him over the rim of her glass, smiling and waiting for him to cross to her, his steel blue eyes speaking to her heart.  Telling her how much he could really see.  “I might as well be nude in front  of the fire, he can see right through me.”  The thoughts were barely formulated as he began to circle her,  his glass being held out to him in a manicured hand.  He took it and took a sip, he did not ordinarily drink but this would have been an occasion that warranted it.  She smiled again and as he continued around her.   He stopped behind her, silently observing her.  The amount of will required to not look at him was extreme.  As the negotiator he had been in the past, he had been in high-pressure meetings that looked tame compared to this.  Positioning himself so that she could not even spot his reflection he had completely removed any safety net she had.  How long would she wait?  He watched the gentle curve of her neck as she took another sip of champagne.

She was an unusual woman this one.  Placing his glass on the table beside her he touched her shoulders and began to kiss her neck, she murmured her approval as his touch brought chills to her. 

Leaning against him she felt the warmth of his breath and melted from his touch.  “This is going to be wild.” She thought, and then his hands were brushing her breasts, kissing her neck he felt the nipples stiffen to his touch.......She was whispering his name and other things in French....” I have to learn that language,”  he said to himself.  She moved away from him and smiled.  “I just said that it was time for the boudoir.”  Then as she turned he saw her reflection in the mirror, as she demurely looked up from under half-closed eyes and began to unbutton her blouse.

Her special room was made to order for romance, the candles, all scented, casting a gentle glow across the futon arranged with soft pillows and silken sheets and covers.   So many times she had performed therapeutic massage on the table in the center of the room and now, tonight, this Massage therapist would bring into being a fantasy more often thought of than admitted to by many of her clients.  As the room and the ambiance assaulted his senses he watched her.  She had stopped just inside the door and allowed him to watch the blouse fall from her shoulders.  His breath caught in his throat at her beauty, the smooth golden skin of her back drawing him to her, her softness and beauty, the warmth of the room in stark contrast to the cacophony of sound being created by mother nature just beyond the walls of this special chamber.

He slipped up behind her quietly, and lowering his lips to her shoulder, she felt him kiss her there as his male hardness pressed against her, she could feel him growing fuller and harder as his body pressed against her full length.  His breathing becoming somewhat harsher, yet still controlled.  She had known that she would have an exciting evening with this man...she did not actually plan for her reaction to his presence.  She had intended to be much more in control than she was, her body betraying her at every juncture.  Now as she melted against his chest and he continued his exploration of her body.  All she wanted was to be nude and with her flesh pressing against him.  To feel her moist inner channel filled with him, and to never stop being filled by him.

He had been caressing her through her skirt, and she wanted to be rid of it, why did he not remove it and be done with it?  She turned toward him and lifting her face to him she waited for a kiss...His kiss was warm and inviting, challenging her to other things.  Continuing the kiss she began to unbutton the shirt, and as the buttons came undone she savored the feel of the hair on his chest, not a mass of fur like some men, just a nice warm covering.  Kissing his chest between her splayed fingers she wondered if the rest of him was as inviting.  Turning him around now with his back to the massage table, she motioned for him to be seated as she bent to remove his boots.  Then in answer to her question of earlier, he slid from the table and removed his Levi’s and underwear in one movement.  Leaning back against the table again, he held his arms out to her.  Rather than reach for his hands, her hands fell to her waist where she undid the button and zipper of the skirt she was wearing and allowed it to drift over her hips to the floor.  Now she took his hand, and stepping out of the skirt which was pooled at her feet, moved to him and between his legs to again kiss his chest and hold herself against him as the evening of love began.

His mind reeled with the presence of her as she moved lower on his body and sucked him deep into her mouth.  The heat was causing him to focus on her mouth and head as it moved up and down, making him crazy with desire, he wasn’t ready to release his seed yet, he wanted so many more things to occur before he did that.  He touched her face and gently pulled her off of him, her disappointed moan quickly stifled by his lips on hers. Then positions were reversed, with the difference that she was lying fully reclined on the massage table where he could avail himself of all of her charms.  And avail himself he did, beginning with her tummy his mouth and tongue making circuits of each muscle, each valley, each gentle swell.  Then, moving lower he began in Ernest to seek out the feminine juices he knew would be there and drink of the nectar of Champagne finally.  As his mouth contacted her center, she sighed and knew that this was going to be an addiction not easily overcome....but.....who would want to.

What follows is an article that I wrote several years ago.  Recently I have received an alarming number of requests from Submissives for help navigating the waters they find themselves in with their respective Doms.

You see, even a little bit of sense is all that is required to figure out that some of the weird requirements handed out by some of the “Doms” out there to raise alarm bells.

If you don’t know how to boil a frog, ask me later please, but most of the time, a problem arises between a Dom and Sub when the Dom tries to exert too much control too quick and what we call in “deprogramming” happens, it’s called “snapping.”  The mind, will, and emotions, snap back on and critical thinking once again begins to ring danger bells.

Many of these techniques are in use by government(s) today as a means of control, you might want to add these to the things you are currently watching for in authorities.

This is the story of my life from around 1980 to present.Long long ago, in a land far far away, there was a lad who found himself unscrambling the damaged minds and emotions of the victims of religious cult leaders. Sun Myung Moon, David Koresh, and Jim Jones. Left a large wake of mentally damaged and hurting castaways who were floundering while trying to learn to think for themselves again.

The most eye-opening development for this lad was that Mind abuse was prevalent not only in cults, but in abusive relationships of all kinds including marriage. Finding techniques of mind abuse to be similar between cult and abuse victims, he also discovered the the deprogramming techniques worked similarly well with either.

There has been an upsurge over the last few years in bdsm as a popular lifestyle, and just as there are no controls in cults or marriage to guard against getting sucked in by a slick talking individual, there are none present to protect against the wannabe or pseudo Dom.These individuals, while not maliciously (I hope) take over the wills of submissives who get caught in their deceptive web, they are wreaking havoc in lives everywhere. Discarding those they have used without a care as they move on to the next victim.Take a look at my page, read the about, follow the links. Forewarned is forearmed as the saying goes and if you feel like you are in an abusive relationship, then you probably are, the first step is up to you, but there are resources out there that can help.

You will find some links in the writing below.

While these first two links deal primarily with mental and emotional abuse from a cult standpoint, you will see a number of things relating to and correlating to personal one on one mental attack and abuse

Below are excerpts from an article written by Dr. Margaret Singer, as psychologist who specialized in cults and specifically what I call mind abuse. It is often a cookie cutter behavioral pattern as seen from the outside looking in whether it be cults, abusive spousal relationships, or any type of abuse.

I worked with Dr. Singer in the early 80's on her work with cults, the extension is something I call "mind abuse" but this is simply some examples of techniques of clinical abusers.  You will see some correlations to what you have been through. They do not absolutely match across the board, but there are enough common denominators between these and other research  to prove nefarious intent on the abuser’s part, without a doubt.

Don't give up on yourself or on this info yet.

Read this:

WHAT CULTS ULTIMATELY DO TO MEMBERS

Thought Reform: The term "thought reform" was used originally in China in the early part of this century. The Chinese ideographic characters were originally mis-translated as "wash brain," and hence the term often used, "brainwashing." Dr. Margaret Singer, an American psychologist, refers to thought reform programs as those programs developed in the earlier part of this century by such persons as Mao Tse Tung, who developed the programs used in "thought reform universities and camps”i n order to effect a change in the individual's political beliefs.

These, she speaks of as "first generation" thought reform programs.Subsequently, other people have used the same techniques in a more refined way in order to go beyond the intents of the political reformers. The aim of these "second generation" thought reform programs is to change the personality functioning of the individuals brought under the program of thought reform. Dr. Singer has listed six characteristics of thought reform programs that are applied by cults to their members:

Gain social control over the person. Get them to come to more and more events given by the group, to attend long seminars, to begin doing mental exercises that allow for little or no quiet time, or time to think by one's self, or place them in a controlled environment that does these things consistently.

STEVE'S NOTE:  Your repeated exposure to one person and him alone, with their isolation of you from any outside influences. The aim is to get control of the time one spends inside one's mind.

Reduce the person's self-esteem. People begin to see their own lives as less valuable, less meaningful, to see their own life experiences and lessons they have learned as less valuable, to doubt the truth of what they have learned in the past, to feel that the new group knows them better than anyone else, that the leadership of the group is very powerful, knows a lot, or, everything. Recruits think of themselves as being inadequate ,become less able to clearly understand what they are in the face of constant pressure to conform, to be socially acceptable, to accept the warmth of others in the group.

STEVE'S NOTE: To be acceptable to one person only. Similar to wanting to be part of the in crowd, the place everyone wants to be, he is creating a desirable place for you to hang out with himself at the center of it.

Reduce old ways of functioning, choosing, behaving. The individual begins to think of the group as very powerful ,themselves as powerless. Older ways of acting are discouraged.Individuals come to believe that they are not as good as the group in which they find themselves.

STEVE'S NOTE: This is the place where they take over your critical thinking and effect a power exchange. You give them your individuality and they swallow you up. The next is your submission to his demands. "policing your associations, or your profile page  "not having any contraband present" " If you don't do this I will leave you" you will no longer be in the club.

Induce new ways of functioning, choosing, behaving. Models of behaving are shown by older members, rewards are given for new behaviors, punishments for failure to conform are meted out.  A closed system of logic is used to keep the person from questioning the group's beliefs, or its particular behaviors. If the premises are wrong, so too are the conclusions.

STEVE'S NOTE: Don't ever question their reasons, whereabouts, or interactions with other’s. Their response to your insubordination will be swift and over the top enough to insure you will not question again. Often cults employ shunning (the silent treatment) to shame unruly members into obedience.

You are welcome to ask questions, this was a lifetime in the learning and is a very short synopsis of what can and does happen in places where trust is given too freely and too quickly.

Remember emotions are fickle early warning systems, but once you are warned, don’t forget the warning.

Master is home, in the study….reading the daily paper. i have been thinking about Him this day, while He has been out attending to business…. thinking of His voice, His touch, His cock…. Thinking of Master always makes my heat grow wet and swollen, and makes me distracted, struggling to complete my chores and do the things i know He will want from me, His pet, His slave, His property….

Now that i know He is here, somewhere in the home, i cannot focus on anything else….i must be near Him……i crawl to the door of the study and ask Him if i may come in…. without looking up from His paper, He nods and says *you may*……. i am enthralled and quickly crawl to His feet, where i kneel, my back straight and my thighs parted, the musky scent of my wet pussy wafts through the air….i rest my hands, palm up, on my outstretched thighs, so that He may see and smell His property and have access to it at His will….

Master smiles down at me, and sets aside His paper….He pets me on the head and asks what kind of day His little pet has had….. He lifts me into His lap, and i beam and smile, leaning against His ear and whispering that i have missed Him today and that i love my sweet Master……He smiles and rubs my swollen slit as He kisses my ear and tells me that He has plans for me this evening. He will not tell me the plans, and i know to not ask, knowing that i am His to do with as He pleases, knowing, too, that i am safe in His care.

Without a word, He pulls my hands behind my back and ties my thumbs together, making it impossible for me to use my hands or arms, but also making sure that my yearnings will be felt through each and every frustrated finger when He does what He wishes to do to. i nuzzle against His neck, taking in His scent and the feel of His skin on mine…just being this close to Him makes me feel hypnotized and makes my clit harden and quiver….

He lifts me up and carries His pet to the bedroom, laying me gently, face down, on the bed. He ties a cloth over my eyes and places a pillow beneath me, keeping my ass high in the air…He spreads my thighs wide and inspects His slut clinically, from anus to clit, pulling and prodding… while i lay motionless and silent….

He ties my ankles to the bed posts, making me unable to move anything but my neck and, of course, my frustrated fingers…. He places something in each ear, sealing off my sense of sound…He stuffs a gag between my lips, tying it tightly behind my head. All is dark to me…I cannot hear anything but the sound of my heart beating...i am mute…His fingers briefly grope my nipples, and i feel them aching…as He locks on the familiar clamps. But there is a new sensation, too --- an itch….He has rubbed them with some wicked concoction that makes them yearn for release……i begin to grunt as I feel His strong hands grope and probe His sluts anus…then pussy…..and clit…. Within seconds, each are itching so savagely that my whole body shudders involuntarily…..

i strain at the thumb binding, my fingers stretching uselessly as I struggle in vain to break free….the itch intensifies as Masters hands appear, grazing first one spot of my body, then another…. All i can do is lay and hear my heartbeat grow louder…and feel my flesh yearn…….the itching on my nipples, anus, pussy and clit is unbearable, and tears flow freely down my cheeks…. mimicking the juices that are flowing freely between my splayed slave thighs…..

…and then i am alone….i can feel His presence grow distant …He has left me here in the dark, quivering and grunting, my body in useless spasms…..only i know He has not really gone…He is near, watching me, i can feel His presence …. He is enjoying my spasms and groans…He is watching my swollen pussy drip and twitch…He is listening to my animal-like sounds, grunts and moans and whimpering….i seem to hear a distant click…and sense a quick light…and i know He is photographing my submission to His will….suddenly, He slaps my ass….making me sob and shudder as my thighs shake, just hinting at relief from the staggering itch that seeps through my heat and sears my skin…another slap…and another….my quivering flesh screams out for more, while my lips remain mute, able only to utter eerie grunts, sobs and whimpers…..

i feel His strong hands grasping my long hair and, all at once, my head is roughly yanked backwards as His cock, the cock i love and adore, the cock that owns me…is shoved deep into my quivering, swollen, slick cunt……a savage cry comes up from the base of me and i feel it scrape through my throat and escape through my bound lips…it seems endless…and intimately connected to His cock…which pounds mercilessly through my tortured pussy… His cock seems to fuse with my spine so that i become one with Him, one with His cock, an extension of it, irrevocably fused to Him…. i have become one with Him, and my skin is merely the skin of His cock, yearning for release as He ruthlessly uses me for His pleasure…

His orgasm is imminent, and as His cock erupts, filling me with His sweet seed, so, too, shall my body erupt… i have become merely the flesh of His root… and i love it, i am mesmerized by it, i seek only His will, His pleasure, His cock, His desire…the constant plunges of His will into my weak body…the itching throughout me to do His will…the sound of the heartbeat that pulses in rhythm with the throbbing of His meat…i am alive at last, fully alive. There is no sense of time or space….i have no knowledge of my voice, whether i am screaming or silent, i cannot say…all is His cock as He pounds and pounds…..until, at long last, a shuddering release that floods through my spine, leaving me in complete darkness and silence, not even aware of my own heavy heartbeat…

When i am returned to consciousness, there is light around me…and He is near, cradling me sooo sweetly in His strong arms, cooing and kissing me, stroking my hair and telling me what a good girl i am, how deeply i have pleased Him, how He loves His pet… my body is free, unbound, but useless… i am immobile, unable to feel anything but His love, to hear anything but His sweet, calming voice…. i am utterly spent and in awe of Him, i literally glow with adoration of Him….. and i seek to please Him for all of my days…
 
 
 

It was late on a Friday evening just before a long weekend, I had reports to finish before EOM and I had been working non-stop since morning to try and finish, I could have stayed last night for a bit and gotten far enough into them that I did not have to work this late tonight, but that silver tongue was beckoning for my attention it was oh so good, the way his lips so softly kissed around my clit and my inner lips, opening me like a flower as he gently nibbled my flesh in such a delicious way, just the memory was causing a flood in my center, my mind slipped back to the feeling of his lips encompassing my clit as he gently teased it with his teeth, and his tongue, sucking gently and then more insistently as he felt the river of juice begin to flow from my depths.

I could not believe the effect he had on me, just the memory had me ready to climax right there in my office all over again, looking around and seeing no one, I let my hand steal down my leg and back up under my skirt, his instructions today had been "no panties little one."  Did he somehow know I would be doing this tonight, here, now?  

Of course he did, he was the Master, he knew everything, he seemed to know what I wanted before I even asked him, and when he delivered it...wow, it was a delivery of the first order.

I couldn't stay in my seat, no one was around, I stood up and walked behind my desk to the windows looking out on the parking lot, one lonely vehicle, my vehicle, waited there patiently.  "It is so dark out there, a girl could get raped if she wasn't careful."  

My mind flashed past my age old rape fantasy, I had nurtured and cultured that fantasy repeatedly down through the years.  People in the business of shrinking minds were forever concocting notions as to why some women fantasized about being raped, in my case, I didn't know why, I just knew that the thought turned me on immensely.  Another flood between my legs, my goodness, I was going to need a tampon if this kept up.

The shadow fell over me and onto the window, as I brought my field of vision back from the parking lot into the surface of the window, I realized there was a shape looming over me from behind I started to turn just as I felt a strong arm come around my throat just under my chin, bands of what felt like steel tightened constricting my airway, I felt and heard the menace as he softly whispered "shhhhhhh" into my ear, his breath hot against my skin and the unmistakeable maleness of him pressed into my ass between the cheeks.  "Will you remain silent or shall I have to gag you?" He hissed again in my ear.

I nodded, numb with fear but the excitement coursing through by loins was mocking me so loudly it seemed a roar in my ears.  I felt a blindfold drop over by eyes and his grip on my throat lessened just a bit. "Hold your hands out in front of you."  Again spoken in a whisper, not actually menacing but not indicating any room for argument.

"What are you going to do with me?" I asked when  he had slipped the rope over my wrists and relaxed his grip on my throat enough to allow speech.

" I should think that obvious, my dear, I am going to tie you across your big important desk and fuck you in every one of your holes." He said,  Punctuating the sentence by turning me back toward my desk and forcing me face down upon it.  

In doing so he pulled the slack out of my  bonds and tied it to the leg if the desk in front.  Then pulling my blouse from my skirt he pulled it and my bra up to my shoulders, baring my breasts which he proceeded to fondle and caress.

I was sunk as I became even more wet, I knew he would know if he got his hand on my cunt that I was completely enjoying this, I felt a hard cock against my lips as he said. "I certainly am happy that decided to stay quiet, that beautiful mouth is just meant to be fucked...mind the teeth now...we wouldn't want to hurt each other."

I opened my mouth and felt the smooth intruder glide over my tongue and to the back of my throat, his purposeful thrusts moving rhythmically in and out of my welcoming mouth, not too fast, not too slow, not too deep, it was all perfect, I felt him swell and thought I was going to get a mouth full of cum but he didn't.  It was as if he came but didn't, dry orgasms I believe they're called.  Helps a man to take a lickin' and keep on tickin', so to speak.

I whimpered involuntarily as he pulled out and stepped away, I did not hear his movement but next felt him as he pushed my skirt up and stroked between my legs..."Lovely, my little play thing, you appear to be enjoying this."  He smirked and I felt my face glow with embarrassment.

I felt him grip my right ankle and drag it to the side forcing my tummy flat on the desk as he looped rope around it and tied it to the corner leg of the desk.

The other leg followed, tied to the other corner and then his hard shaft sunk balls deep into my pussy.  The head banged into my cervix and felt like it was going to come out my throat, I moaned with combined pleasure and pain which soon became pure pleasure.  I was getting so close to my climax and I was panting and chanting in time with his sweet rhythm.  There is something so true about slow and steady wins the race, and I was headed for the finish line, I could feel something wet on my my ass and then a finger moving around my sphincter, pushing what I now know was lube inside me, but, truth be told, he probably didn't actually need it.  "Ugnnnn" over and over he pounded into me and just as I started to tumble over the top of the cliff, his cock came out and then plunged  into my ass.  If I hadn't been tied down I would have come off my feet.

A low keening wail came out of my throat from way down inside of me as a flood of girl cum gushed out of me all over the floor, just as I thought I was finished cumming I felt him empty his balls inside of my bowels and I shuddered into another grand mall seizure of an orgasm.  

Laying face down on the desk, I felt the ropes loosen from my ankles and then my wrists.  I waited, terrified of what awaited as I heard the whisper, "Thank you little one, you were wonderful as always"

Someone mentioned that it had been a while since I had updated my blog so here it is.

When you sign in to your profile do leave all your manners

Out on the lawn? Or perhaps you're just a spineless coward?

If you have a conversation with another member and it does not

Seem to be going as swimmingly as you had first envisioned, perhaps

You might consider a text along these lines...

It has been nice talking with you but my feeling is that this is 

Not really a good fit for me.  I think we would be better off discontinuing

This and moving in a different direction.

Thank you for your kindness and I wish you every success in your search.

Instead of hitting the block button with no warning, leaving hurt feelings

And unanswered questions in your wake.

Unless, of course, your sadistic tenancy causes you to inflict pain

Intentionally in which case your profile heading needs to read...

ASSHOLE ON THE LOOSE, APPROACH WITH CAUTION

or just continue on and be an uncaring jerk, just remember, what goes

Around...

 “What's my motivation?” Said the actor to the director about the part he was to play.

What’s my motivation at work, why am I here?

How about... Work or get fired?

What’s my motivation to...?

Can that apply to relationships? Certainly.

Do you know how to be successful in a relationship?. Provide what is needed or wanted

By the other party.

It's been said that "men use love to get sex, and women use sex to get love."

The key word is "use." If you are using something to get something, you a user

very simply put. You're conniving your way into what you want.

So, in a relationship, do you know what your partner wants, really wants?

Are you familiar with the five languages of love? If not get the book.

I hear people talk about love languages, and they know perfectly well that their partner

wants to be touched intimately as a show of love, yet they can’t be bothered 

to do that.

The guy who wrote men are from mars women are from venus in one

of his seminars said to all the women in the place.  “What can you do

that takes 5 minutes of your time and will have your husband eating out

of your hand and following you around like a puppy dog?”  Do that and see

if it helps your relationship.

The other man’s grass is not always greener, unless he takes better care of his lawn.

OK, how about some more brass tacks term... for him who knows to do good and

doesn’t do...for him it’s a sin.

You live in a home, it has a fireplace, it is cold in the living room, how do. you overcome

this insurmountable problem.  Build a fire,

You could sit and look at the fireplace, beg it for heat, even offer to do wonderful

things for it if it will just give you some warmth.

Put some wood in it.

If. your relationship needs fixing, find out what the other person in it needs

and supply it.  But don’t do it to get them to do something, do it because it’s

the right thing to do, not expecting something in return.  

Yeah but what do I get out of it??????

That attitude will get you everywhere you deserve to be.

Just a thought.