a fantasy...
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Posted:May 15, 2016 2:50 pm
Last Updated:Jun 1, 2016 7:51 pm
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I'd had Doms before, he knew this. He also knew the frustration I felt, finding someone willing to be as...rough as I liked. Many men say they're disciplinarians, enjoy fully getting into the scene, but I'd yet to find one who was truly willing to let go of themselves. I'd misbehaved, struggled, did everything I could, but for some reason could not find someone to truly control me, and I had almost given up in finding someone I could truly call Sir.
That was my problem, he told me one night over the phone, laughing softly. You don't need a Sir. Or a Dom. You need a Master. Someone willing to do whatever it takes to make you behave, to let that masochist in you truly come out, isn't that right?
I didn't like to admit it but he was right. No one had ever been willing to cause me pain, when all I needed was a little bit and then I would give so much pleasure back in return.
We'd always been friendly with each other. We met in a BDSM chatroom, became friendly, talked in private, and finally exchanged . It wasn't a relationship, it was a friendship, and our phone conversations were rare. He traveled a lot for business, never to my part of the country though. But he'd been flirting and hinting for some time that he was planning a vacation soon, maybe spending time in my area for a couple days. There was no way I could pass it up.
And so there we were. At a pool hall downtown, he in his t-shirt and jeans, me in a spaghetti-strapped floral-print dress. I was blushing at being overdressed, but he just smiled and said it was perfect. I'm OK at pool, but nowhere near as good as him. I tried to distract him the best I knew how, but he just seemed to be humoring me. Finally he pulled me close to him. "I am trying to keep track of how many strokes you're getting from the flogger tonight. Right now you're up to thirty. Would you like to continue your behavior, or is thirty enough?"
I just stared as he got up, lined up his shot, and won yet another game. I walked around the table and racked them up for another one. It wasn't too long before I was back to playing around, and a couple times he just gave me stern looks, indulging me just a bit. But after one ass wiggle too many, he bent down and whispered "Now it's forty. Time to go before you get in any deeper."
He'd arrived in town earlier in the afternoon, checked in, and taken a cab to the pool hall, so I drove us back to his hotel. He asked me to give him the bag I'd packed at his request, use the restroom and "freshen up", have a seat at the bar - a drink if I wanted, only one - and wait about 20 minutes for his text telling me which room he was in. It felt like hours, waiting to hear from him.
I sat in the bar for 10 of those minutes, then went to touch up my makeup only to discover I was somehow red from my head to my toes and there was nothing I could do about it. I was nervous as hell. All of our phone conversations and online flirtations ran through my mind. He'd told me he had a slightly sadistic side; told me I'd never had someone who could truly give me the right balance of punishment, degradation, pain, and pleasure that he would give me if given the chance. I'd been disappointed more than once. Did I want to take that chance?
.............................................I know where this is going, but do you want to see the rest of it? let me know!!
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this is my testimonial
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Posted:Nov 1, 2015 2:47 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2016 1:52 pm
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I can't make separate testimonials, I can only update and I need to say so much more. After 3 meets with Kink, and 2 with Sweetn, I can honestly say I am happier than I have been in a long time. Not only do I have two sexy, hot, kinky people to fuck and play with; I also am lucky to know two individuals who are wonderful people and true friends. It is a rare thing to find such a combination in even just one person, and I have been able to find two... They rock my world, make me feel valued, and I only hope I can be as good a friend to them as they are to me 
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part 2
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Posted:Aug 2, 2015 4:13 pm
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2016 8:10 pm
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He looks down at me, calls me a good little as he smacks my face with his cock. He tells me to stay on my knees, and I watch him walk over and reach into our bag of toys and pull out the collar. He walks over to the stereo, turns on music with a hard, steady, throbbing beat. He sits in the only chair in the room and tells me to crawl to him like the bitch I am. when I reach him he secures the collar around my neck, looking down at me. Tonight is for him, for his pleasure, he wants me to under stand that my only job is to do exactly as he tells me. I nod my head and he smacks my cheek, telling me to answer properly, like a slave should act. "yes Sir" I say and he smiles, leans back in his chair and tells me to stand up and take off my dress, he wants to see what's underneath. I know he's teasing, he picked out my outfit for me: a spaghetti-strapped dress that clings to my tits, then flows off my waist to my knees. Underneath is an emerald-green underbust corset tied up the back, with my tits held up. I'm wearing a black lace garter belt that hooks to sheer black stockings with lace at the top. No panties, never with him. I slowly unzip myself, then let the straps fall off my shoulders, pulling the dress down over my waist and off. I step out of it and kick it to the side, "What a pretty little cumslut you are" he tells me, and motions me to turn around. "Spread your legs, bitch, bend over, show me your pussy and your ass". I do as he says, spreading my asscheeks and my pussylips for him to see, I know that he can tell I'm already soaking wet. He tells me to play with myself and I run a finger over my wet slit, sliding it up to my ass and tapping it a few times before sliding it into my pussy. It feels so good I have to moan and before I know what's happening he's out of his chair, smacking my ass. "Did I tell you to make a sound, bitch?' he spanks me quickly, over and over, I cant even count how many times, and I say over and over again, "please Sir, please Master I'm sorry" and finally he pulls on my collar, bringing me up to a standing position. He turns me around and kisses me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, then steps back to his seat and says "On your knees, . give me a show". I sink down, running my hands over my body, imagining they're his hands, squeezing my tits, touching my thighs, pinching my nipples... "On your back." he says to me. "Fuck yourself. Cum for me". I do as he says, taking the toy that I didn't notice before, gliding it over my clit before slowly sliding it into my pussy. From that moment on, everything fades away as I fuck myself, touch myself as he watches, all the while calling me a slut and a , making me tell him how much I love fucking myself for him, that I love being his slave, I love being a cumslut, I love that he's my Master and I wish it was his cock inside me fucking me. All of a sudden I feel myself tighten up and I tell him, "Sir, I'm cumming for you" and then I feel it, a wave through me, my body tenses and I slow down, coming down from the high. "Don't stop, bitch" I hear him say, and he's down next to me, with his hand on my throat. I keep going, keep fucking myself, and I can feel it, it's going to happen again and I know he can tell I'm cumming for a second time. "Please, Sir, please, please, let me cum, I'm a good , I'm a good cumslut, please" and he says "Yes my pretty slut, cum for me" and the next thing I know he's kissing me, my body is tensing up and exploding and everything fades away as he looks down at me...
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fantasies...
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Posted:Aug 1, 2015 3:45 pm
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2015 9:04 pm
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it's common knowledge I'm a submissive. I love giving up control, following commands, taking orders; it always gives me pleasure to know that I am pleasing my partner. I love blindfolds, cuffs, floggers, dirty talk, etc. and for the most part I enjoy playful romantic submission. But once in a while there are times when I love being treated extremely roughly....
I want him to take control as soon as we walk in the room. Push me up against the wall, kiss me hard, tell me I belong to him tonight, he's going to use me however he wants and I'm going to take it like a good slut. He's my Sir, My Master, and when he allows me to speak I need to address him correctly or I'll be punished. If I hesitate, if I disobey, I'll be punished. Tonight I am his slut, his bitch, his , and I'm going to learn my place... he pushes me to my knees, and unzips his pants. I open my mouth to take him in, but he pulls me by the hair to stop me. He makes me tell him I want to be his, I want to belong to him, to be his bitch, his slut, his , his slave. He makes me ask for it, beg for it, makes me say that I want to be his cumslut and suck his cock. He lets me kiss it, lick it, and finally I'm allowed to take it in my mouth as he holds my hair in his hands. He slides himself into my mouth slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as I look up, and I can finally feel him reach the back of my throat. He holds himself there, till I can barely breathe, looking into my eyes the entire time, and pulls slowly out, telling me that I'm a good but that I'm going to have to get ready because he's going to fuck my mouth and there's nothing I can do about it. He pulls out completely, tells me to stick out my tongue, and lick his balls, suck them while he strokes himself. Without warning he tells me to open and shoves himself all the way in, over and over again, telling me to take it, to suck it, to be a good and please my Master. I can feel him at the back of my throat, I'm choking on his cock but he's got both hands in my hair and he's shoving his cock down my throat and even though I'm gagging I can hear him moaning and feel him swelling in my mouth and it's so good because I love being a for him... the whole time he's sliding in and out and telling me to take it, be a good bitch, suck it like a slave slut should behave, and he's ramming his cock into my mouth and I'm loving every second of it, and finally he tells me he's cumming, he's fucking my mouth even faster, gagging me with that huge cock of his, until he pulls out, holding my hair and turning my face up to him, shooting on my face and then my tits. He tells me to clean him, and holds his cock in my face as I lick him up and down. He has me rub his cum on my nipples while looking up at him, and tells me to lick them, suck them clean. He has me wipe my lips with my fingers and my tongue, and I suck his cum off my fingers while thanking him for fucking my mouth, and giving me his cum. And then he tells me that the night is just getting started...
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On Seduction...
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Posted:Apr 7, 2015 9:29 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2015 3:08 pm
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As with any physical relationship, you know how the night will end. And with D/s it'd obvious that there is a certain journey towards that end. But the way you start off the evening, the way you progress through the night, can guarantee how fabulous that end will be. Don't just attack right away, a proper subbie has invested a lot of time in how she looks for you, how she wants you to see her. Appreciate it, let her KNOW you appreciate the time and effort she put in to being the most beautiful girl in the room....and then be sure to whisper in her ear she might not be so pretty when you're done with her - trust me, she'll be hoping for the same thing. Your subbie wants you to take command, be in charge, control the situation AND her, but she wants to be noticed and appreciated as well. It would be easy to say, get on your knees bitch, but use the phrase "get on your knees, you beautiful bitch" gets the same reaction but stirs something within. The subbie mind latches onto the fact that not only are you giving him what he wants, but you are beautiful while you do it. You can give commands and call names, and she will do as you ask; if you compliment her beauty, her grace, her ability to withstand all you give her she will be eager to serve you and will beg for even more
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Yes, we actually met!
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Posted:Feb 2, 2015 1:59 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2015 4:55 pm
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So...here I am, one happy subbie after meeting Kinks in OKC - and I have to say it was well worth the drive. The hotel was great, their restaurant and bar rocked, food & drinks were delicious. The room, the jacuzzi tub and wonderful huge bathroom and gigantic bed, the view were great. The city was gorgeous, ALL of it was fabulous.
And none of it matters.
The company made the trip. Period. Yes, we'd been talking a while, yes we knew we wanted to meet. It was a last minute thing, at least for me (although I suspect it might have been planned a tiny bit by someone else), but I was happy to be invited. And I was not surprised that this Dom lived up to the hype and delivered on his promises, many, many, MANY OMG SO MANY TIMES. Not only just the sex but the whole D/s dynamic between us was right up this subbie's alley and I can honestly say I am still smiling more than 24 hours later.
So, thank you Sir
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Reality vs. fiction
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Posted:Jan 22, 2015 7:54 pm
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2015 7:44 pm
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So... as I am cruising the web reading naughty D/s stories I am struck by how UNreal most of them are, yet the authors want us to believe that they are depictions of true life. Perhaps in a world where people have tons of money, and no jobs or bills or responsibilities, then yes it can be real. But for the rest of us, nope. I would love to buy expensive lingerie, beautiful clothes, tons of fun toys - but I can't. I would love to have a wonderful house with a shower as big as a garage and a huge elaborate bed and gorgeous furniture - its not in my near future. I've met guys who seem to think that as a sub I am going to obey all their wishes and magically appear in a new sexy costume each time they see me, expect me to be available at any hour, provide a fun spectacular place they can come to and play. Sorry, guys, it's just not gonna happen.
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as a sub I can say that although I know attention is not affection it has been a hard and difficult lesson for me to learn  every once in a while I do have to remind myself that not every Dom is available at all times just to make me feel sexy, or wanted, or cherished. And of course no one is going to magically know I need these things, that's only in stories - if I want to be held, if I want to be used, if I want to be spanked or anything else, no Dom is able to read my mind.
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