Sunday sex fantasy

April 16, 2017

I have this fantasy where I’m with three other girls from my college days. One of them, Meagan is pure trouble. In reality I’d never had anything to do with her, but in my fantasy I’ve gone with her to this deserted warehouse near the docks.

‘Nasty things can happen to a pretty girl here,’ she says to me, smiling. Then to the others: ‘Grab the little bitch.’

Her two companions wrestle me to the ground. I scream and shout but there’s no one to hear. Meagan kneels down beside me and rips my blouse open; pinches and twist both my breasts. ‘Tie her,’ she says. They produce white cord and tie my wrists behind my back. ‘Now spread her legs.’

I struggle, kick, wriggle – but they hold my ankles. Meagan produces a knife and cuts through the gusset of my panties.

‘Oh, look what she’s got hid in there,’ she says. ‘Spread those legs wider apart.’

I’m on my back, legs yawning wide, totally helpless. Meagan pulls on a pair of white surgical gloves. ‘I’m going to turn that little kitten of yours into a big pussy cat,’ she says. Then she makes a fist of her right hand in front of my face. ‘See this? she says. ‘It’s going right the way up you, bitch. I’m going to get it up as far as my damn elbow. You’ll be able to park a car in there by the time I’ve finished.’

And there the fantasy mostly ends, because without fail I’ve cum by this point.

Pain

March 18, 2017

When you start liking pain things start to get interesting.

Jenny Holzer
Inflammatory Essays

Leaving my empty goblet, I slide from the soft pile at his order. I can already feel the desire bursting from between my thighs as I fall to all fours and begin my crawl to where he has seated himself.

“We will begin as before – you will be spanked over my knee – but this time there will be little pleasure in it for you, my captive. I intend to hurt you – to mark that pretty little behind – and make you unable to sit properly for some time.”

I am back by his feet as he concludes and warily, I raise my eyes as he finishes the sentence. I know I am not hiding the terror in my face and yet still I am compelled to carry on – submitting myself to him in this way for our mutual need. He catches my hair in his left hand and pulls it into a rough ponytail, again drawing my head back.

“When my hand is aching from tanning your backside, I will bind you to the bedpost and continue to thrash you with my strap. Do you understand?”

He eyes me wildly and for a moment I am too afraid to even respond. I have to swallow hard again to find my voice.

“Please, my Lofðungr,” I say shakily. “I do not know if I can bear such a punishment?”

He never takes his eyes from me as he answers. “You can and you will, my sweeting,” he says. “You will submit to me in this way as a sign of your true desire to be mine.”

I close my eyes at his words, understanding for the first time his real intention. He means not just to punish me, but to mark and possess me in some meaningful way. To make me his again in the way that our coupling had done before. As I open my eyes again and see him standing over me, there are tears but also a new acceptance.

I nod my head as best I can whilst he is still holding my hair in his fist. “I will bear it,” I say, my voice breaking.

He leans in toward me, his face just an inch from mine, those blue pools burning into me. “You will bear it,” he replies, his hot breath against my face, “and I will love you for it.”

Felicity Brandon
The Viking’s Conquest

bleak pain in his eyes

March 5, 2017

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“Dominance and submission is an intimate binding. Those who submit must trust that those who dominate will never take more than they can give.” A sardonic smile twisted Ram’s lips. “Those who dominate must give those who submit everything they need but never more than they can endure.”

“By your definition, the dominus has the harder role,” she whispered.

“Perhaps. What is more difficult? To trust another so completely? Or to honour the responsibility to never betray such a trust once given?”

“I guess that would depend on how much the dominus cared for his slaaf.”

Ram shrugged. “I suppose it would.” Steffania saw a bleak pain in his eyes quickly masked. “Enough talking,” he said gruffly.”

Patricia A. Knight
Hers To Cherish

A little bit of kink

February 26, 2017

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“Tie me up, please…” Chantal said. They looked above at some vines and roots hanging down from the grassy area above the depression in the canal they were standing in. She was in his hands – he had to comply.

A little bit of kink was one of the most delicious of erotic pleasures. Catholic school girls were often the horniest – Brett could hardly contain his elation.

Jess C. Scott
Catholic School Girls Rule

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Diary 3rd September

Just a fistful of fast, challenging, hot-wired mind-bites!

Today, I don’t want sex, all that rough fucking and scrambling about in knotted sheets. I want the prelude. The slow kisses, the embraces, the fumbling hands inside lose clothing, the tentative touch. Then the sight of breasts gently spilling from lace cups, the tender caressing and stroking. I want the gentle biting, the heavy breathing and sighs. I want the pauses as you try to catch your breath…

Oh, my God!

Then I want the sex –

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Tess Tee, profoundly bored in her marriage, her career – which is going nowhere fast – and in the role she seems stuck in, as plus-one and helpmate to a powerful old man. She’s bored, she’s nearly forty, and she’s all set to explode, or so she says.

She describes herself as ‘Petite ( 5’ 4” and 104lbs) Celtic Catholic with striking blue eyes, freckled skin, red hair and pink nipples.’ And Oh, yes, she has an intimate piercing; something arranged after a fractious, alcohol-fueled hen-night eight years ago.

She describes her fantasies: ‘I wear stockings only under my dress with spiky high heels. I expose myself ‘accidently’ in this seedy night club. Women, men they all see what I’ve got, you know. They see the gold ring down there…The idea of being exposed in public is a big turn on for me. Being bound, blindfolded, helpless and not knowing what’s coming next. Wunderbar! In a room with many men. Sexual servitude is compulsory…those men pinch me and pound me without mercy. God, they fill me with their filthy cum…’

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Tess Tee’s fantasies remind me of Tamarind. In another time and place, she told me her sexual fantasies, which were medical in nature. Doctors and nurses – with Tamarind in the role of their helpless, vulnerable patient! ‘Open wide, please…’

C said ‘Peedeel can write a story based on your fantasies.’

I was surprised when Tamarind commissioned me to write such a story. But I agreed, and delivered it to her a couple of days later. After reading the story, she asked for others.

But poor Tamarind, with her gypsy heart and her longing to always be elsewhere, the little girl who’d never forgiven her father for dying and abandoning her, who remembered a time when the family doctor on a home visit examined her and fired her sexual imagination, died herself four years ago. Of cancer. So young, but so unhappy…Her short life packed with so much sadness.

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Asked why I don’t believe in the Christian / Jewish / Muslim all omnipotent creator God – I have to say why would He / It, in His / Its infinite wisdom, create something as feckin’ useless, and at the same time nasty, as Philophthalmus lacrimosus?

Eye flukes?

Really?

And that’s without mention of Clonorchis sinensis, boys and girls.

Dominate or submit…

March 30, 2016

Dom-sub

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A normal Sunday. On the sofa, playing with his boy’s bits for 45 minutes while I watched a foreign language TV programme. (see previous post) Had him in his shortened maid’s outfit with his suspenders and long cream woollen socks, (see previous post), to make my lunch, clean the bathroom, do a huge pile of ironing, prepare the evening meal. Caned him several times for infringements. 50 strokes over four punishments within a one hour period.

Then up onto the BDSM gynaecological bed for over three hours of total sensory deprivation, (apart from my visits to him.) Three coatings of Deep heat from the applicator during that period. Tears during the last application. Lots of very had smacks on his arse, while so bound – very hard, on that very sore arse. Lots of spitting into his funnel gag.

And then something I had not done for a while. Poking the Interdental brush down the eye of his little cock. All the way to the hilt. He wriggled (as best he could – almost not at all), he squealed, he was very upset.

Four huge orgasms for me, three by his tongue, one by my own hand – listening to him crying over the third application of the Deep Heat to his little clitty.

For the technical among you, dear readers, I should make two clarifications. Firstly, I have realised my Deep Heat Applicator actually has a brand name of: Deep Heat – Muscle Rescue – Neck and Shoulder Cream. I don’t know why I did not spot this before. Secondly, the Interdental brush I used was 0.6mm diameter. It was blue. The brushes are colour coded for size. (In the UK at least.) I have noticed there are purple brushes of 1.1mm diameter. Those will be the next I use.

Mistress Scarlet
Real Life Female Domination

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Instead of an inflatable gag and blindfold, I used a full leather hood tightly laced up behind his head. The hood has no eye holes and has a two inch rubber gag insert. The new face cushion then rests on the arm of the sofa and his face sits in that. He can’t really move his head at all because that would be so uncomfortable. He still has silicone inserts in his ears under his hood, and industrial ear defenders over the hood. He is now much more immobile than he was with the previous set-up.

So, I sit and watch a foreign language TV program or DVD and play with his sensitive shaved boy’s bits that protrude awkwardly from between his bound thighs. He cannot move a muscle. And, as it is so often, when he has been denied and in his tube for many, many days, he is soooooo sensitive and gets sooooo hard. With my elbows resting comfortably in my lap, I just play, and play and play. An hour passes in no time! Of course, he NEVER gets to cum while I play with his trinkets and he knows that will never happen.

I, on the other hand, when I have finally finished playing and locked his little cock back up, always seem to need him to drop to his knees and lick very attentively.

Mistress Scarlet
Real Life Female Domination

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I grabbed the waist of my underwear and said quietly “well, here goes.” I pulled them down past my ankles and placed them on the pile of my clothes. Mistress pointed to a spot on the floor and told me to stand there. I did as told, but didn’t know what to do with my hands. I covered up for a second, then thought how silly that was and decided to just place them to my sides.

Mistress inspected me like I was an animal. She was genuinely intrigued by the fact that I am not circumcised. I think she said, “Oh my, you’re not cut. This will be interesting.” She handled my penis and balls and pulled the foreskin back. Then she had me turn around slowly, and finally told me to get down on the floor, on my knees and hands, and place my head on the floor. I was incredibly excited. Mistress straddled over me and I could feel the inside of her legs against my thighs and against my waist. She ran her hands down my shoulders and back like she was petting a horse or large dog.

She then gave me the following strict orders:

“You are now mine and will do exactly as you are told without question.”

“You will address me as Mistress at all times.”

“You should be on all fours on the floor at all times, unless I say otherwise.”

“You shall not speak without permission except to thank me. If you need to speak, you should first ask permission.”

I was immediately floating on a cloud. It felt like I thrived on being told what I could and couldn’t do, and would gladly comply. I responded, “Yes Mistress,” and she said, “Very good”.

Mistress Lauren

A Pain Slut’s First Visit

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Don’t be disgusting.

I once ordered a client to bend over for a paddling only to discover that he had a piece of toilet paper stuck to his asshole. Never go into a session with toilet paper stuck to your asshole. If you think you might have toilet paper stuck to your asshole, don’t take off your pants.

Yes, this experience was scarring enough to warrant its own item on this list.

Miss Maya Midnight
A Complete Newbie’s Guide to Seeing Pro-Dommes