feel so alive

May 7, 2017

I don’t do BDSM for the pain. I simply LOVE being controlled. When I’m tied up and at someone else’s mercy, I feel so alive. I feel like I’ve finally been set free.

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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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loving

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

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