Understanding My Place! (Author Unknown to me)

Let me see if I can give you an idea of how things came to be, before you decide I'm crazy! About six months ago, my husband of six years decided I no longer made him excited. He said that whatever it was that had made him love me, no longer was there. He filed for divorce sighting, irreconcilable differences. All of which came as a complete surprise to me at the time. He stated that I had not lived up to my side of the marriage, because in his opinion, I no longer provided sex! It was only after looking back at the past two years that I realized I had gained a considerable amount of weight, about thirty pounds, and had let myself go. I guess I thought that Ron still loved me, but I never really gave it any thought, being satisfied that he would always be there for me.

Needless to say, when the paperwork arrived, I knew that that was not the truth! It was at that point that I took a long hard look at whom I had become, both inside and out, and decided a major change was needed. Ron agreed to pay me a small amount of alimony until I could get back on my feet. I had never really wanted, or needed to find a job while we were together, as Ron had a very lucrative business. It wasn't until I found myself looking for a place to live with no means of support myself that I realized some of the things that Ron had sighted.

I found a modest one-bedroom apartment not far from downtown. It afforded a nice view of the riverside skyline and was very close to all the nightlife of our small city. I never really noticed that people around town were so friendly as I had always depended on Ron for everything; a mistake I only now was realizing had been a mistake! I guess I am a bit of a homebody, because I had never really wanted to go out and mingle unless Ron had a party or meeting at which he wanted me to attend. Now I found myself looking at an empty apartment, looking at the small amount of personal items I had accumulated in our six years together. My entire life fit into a small packing box and one overnight bag!

Ron had taken me out to a furniture store and bought enough furniture to make it seem quite homey. He made sure that I had enough money to get by for a few months, and had left me a small amount of money to start a bank account. I guess I should have been outraged at the amount, being used to total access to our account for all those years, but in my mind I was satisfied at him giving me anything at all. That just went to show where my head had been at the time. I was still blaming myself for allowing things to get to the point where he had felt it necessary to leave me.

After about three weeks of feeling sorry for myself, I found a job waiting tables at a local sports club. The clientele was a mixture of older people during the day and the occasional couple or two, but for the most part it was usually empty. That was fine with me to start, I had never really had any experience doing waitressing work and the owner said that I would get the hang of it soon enough.

Arlund, the owner, was a nice guy, tall about six foot five, nicely proportion. He had graying brown hair that he kept cut short, and a nicely trimmed mustache, also graying. He had a way about him that immediately made me feel comfortable and welcome. Arlund seemed to be decidedly upset at the description my ex had used to describe me.

"Your not fat Connie! Most guys would call you nicely padded! I myself like a woman who's not all skin and bones." he said nicely. I could see that he was sincere, but looking at my five foot three frame, I decided that the weight I had put on was not at all attractive. I could remember looking a lot better when Ron and I had met ten years earlier. The reflection in the mirror no longer looked like anyone I ever thought I'd be.

"Well Arlund, I guess I see something completely different. There was a time when I could turn a few heads with the way I looked!" I murmured at my reflection.

"I'll tell you what Con, why don't you join me for a little get together I'm attending with some friends of mine? You needn't feel uncomfortable about meeting them; they're all just plain ordinary folks, and no super-models in the bunch I promise you. If after the party you still feel the way you do, I'd be happy to help you out anyway I can OK?" he smiled.

The warmth and genuine concern for my well-being was more than I had seen in quite a long time. Arlund's smile was warm and not at all what I had originally thought of the gruff exterior he projected. I decided that a night out might be just what I needed. Arlund seemed to take my far off look as an agreement to the date. "Good, then pack an overnight bag, and I'll pick you up at seven, we have a long way to drive tonight!" he snickered as I looked up in surprise.

"But, but, I don't know what to take with me. Where are we going? Is it a formal thing or what?" I stammered, not realizing I had indeed just agreed to accompany him.

"Just relax Con", he said beginning to massage my shoulders in a more than familiar way. "Everyone you'll meet tonight will be dressed the same, casual! You don't need to put on any airs around them I promise." he said.

I guess I just took his word for it and started getting excited about meeting a new circle of friends. Little did I realize at the time how much that decision would change my life so completely! Arlund's smile took on a more possessive look whenever he mentioned us going to the weekend gathering. I guess in my excitement, I hadn't seen the gleam in his eyes, then!
We closed early that day, because Arlund wanted to give me time to get ready. There wasn't any real need to keep it open, as no one had been in in over an hour. So, I rushed home to shower and put a small overnight bag together. With a somewhat distasteful look at my reflection, I dressed in what I thought would be "casual" clothing. I had decided on jeans and a warm pullover sweater, which hid the bulges that I no longer wanted anyone seeing. I teased out my hair a little so that I didn't look too demure, and applied some modest make-up. I looked at my image and realized maybe I wasn't so bad after all!

Around six thirty, the phone rang, it was Arlund letting me know he was on his way to pick me up. I felt a chill of excitement as he said, "Hope your wearing next to nothing Con, I like to play on my long drives!"

As I hung up the phone, it occurred to me what he might have meant. I looked back at my image and found myself wondering if he had meant something else? It also occurred to me that it had been quite a long time since I had had any intimate contact with a man, and if Arlund was indeed interested, I could do a lot worse!

I quickly found myself changing into a more drastically revealing top. The sweater was no longer an option, if I wanted to impress Arlund. I have a rather large breasts, to be honest, since I gained the weight, you could say they are huge! I wear a forty DD, and they are all mine, nothing phony about them. I guess of all the things that I am proud of, they are the most impressive attributes I can still see. I chose the one top that Ron had always said looked great on me, then decided to let my hair down, so to speak, and went braless! I hoped that it wasn't too much me showing, but after all, he had said he liked to play, didn't he? Just in case I was wrong, I threw on a button down denim shirt, in case I had misunderstood!

Within about fifteen minutes I heard a knock on my door. I checked my look again in the mirror, one last time, before opening the door to let Arlund in. He quickly took in the humble surroundings, my state of dress and said, "I think the shirt is a bit much for tonight Connie, it doesn't go with the rest of the outfit!"

Before I had a chance to say a word, he began to unbutton the shirt and pulled it off. I was speechless at his, seeming easiness with the way he assumed I wouldn't mind. At first I wanted to ask whom the hell he thought he was to just take off my shirt? Yet, somewhere in the back of my mind, a tiny voice, just told me to let it go, and I let him take it off and deposit it on the arm of the chair.

"There, that's much better!" he said with a gleam in his eye.
Arlund was now plainly staring at my unrestrained tits pressing out against the silky fabric of my blouse. He made no attempt to hide the fact that they were the sole objects of his attention. I felt a bit embarrassed at his obvious stare and tried to cover myself a bit by reaching for my overnight bag.

"You know Con, I think I am a good judge of people's character. You don't get where I am by second-guessing a first impression. Do you believe I have any ill will towards your safety this weekend?" he asked.

"Well, of course not Arlund." I stammered as his deep blue eyes locked on mine. "I'm just not really very comfortable with myself since my divorce. Ron made it very plain to me, that I was not the woman I once was!"

"Fuck Ron", Arlund groaned, "He's no longer in the picture. As soon as you admit to that, the sooner you can go on!"

I looked at him for a minute and knew, somehow, that he was right! I was still living in the past, and this was my chance to start putting that part of my life behind me! With a shrug and a smile, I nodded my head and said, "OK, what is it you want me to do?"

I still do not know why I said that. It was like another person's voice from deep inside just took over, and I found myself just wanting to agree to whatever Arlund wanted of me. I guess it was at that point that the old Connie, just gave up and let the new one break out.

"OK, first you have to tell me that you trust me to not allow anything bad happen to you! Second, you must do exactly as I say, without hesitation", he said in a more serious voice.
I don't understand what happened to the old me, but the new one readily agreed. I found myself wondering what I had just given up, and agreed to? It didn't take long for me to find out either.
"Are you ready to go then?" he asked.

I looked at him for some sign as to what I should do, and he held open the door for me with a look of total ownership! I found myself hurrying to his glance at the door. I also felt a wave of anticipation, at what else awaited the new me this weekend.

As soon as we reached the car, Arlund has a BMW roadster. I put my small bag behind the seat and slid in to the most comfortable car seat I have ever felt! I knew right then that if, for no other reason, the car ride alone would be well worth the trip. Arlund got in and started the car with a quick smile in my direction. He also leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek!
"OK, here we go!" he said with a devilish look.

I watched as he smoothly took us from my apartment, to the Interstate. I sank back into the seat getting comfortable for the long ride ahead. The stereo was on a Blues channel, one Arlund kept on, on the back-bar radio. I began to relax a little when Arlund said, "I usually like to drive with the top down, and do you mind?"

I figured, why not? I began to look for the button or switch that would activate the cars convertible top. He started to laugh at my apparent inability to find it. "You misunderstand Connie, I meant, I want you to take off YOUR top!" he snickered, as what he really wanted hit home.

I looked at him as if he had six heads; who did he think he was? Yet, within seconds, I also found my hands, dutifully pulling the top over my head, exposing my very excited tits to his eyes. A warm flush of embarrassment washed over me, as I realized I was also very visible, to any passing car as well!

My rather large nipples hardened at the thought of a passer-by seeing me topless! I could also feel myself getting rather damp at the thought as well. What kind of power did this man have over me, that I would just do as he said without a second thought? I never would have considered myself so compliant, before tonight! A tried to think of anything but what was now happening, I tried to concentrate, to no avail. Arlund smiled at my obvious discomfort, and added to it by saying, "You might as well take off those jeans as well. I want to have free access to all of your wonderful body. We have three hours to go and I intend to enjoy this ride!"

I felt another wave of embarrassment rush through my body. How could I let this be happening? I hadn't allowed even Ron to see me naked in two years! Was I just going to allow this man to give me orders, without any argument? Yet, before I could form the words that would put an end to all this; I found myself doing exactly as he ordered. Even in the tight confines of the small seat, I shimmied out of the jeans, and without being asked, took off my panties as well. I was now totally naked to my boss' eyes!

"Now put those behind the seat! You will not need them again before we head home!" he smiled.
I did as I was told, and found myself waiting to see what he had in mind for me next! It wasn't long before I got my answer.

"Now Connie, lets see what you have hidden down there! I told you, I like to play on my long rides!" he whispered.

Without hesitation I parted my legs to give him an unfettered view of my, now very excited, damp pussy! My mind was screaming for me to put a stop to all of this, and yet my body betrayed me by reaching an unasked for small climax! I was almost humiliated by my body's final betrayal! As I would come to find out, it would not be the last time! I sat awaiting Arlund's next command like a child waiting for my Dad's approval.

Arlund ran his hand from the top of my stomach, just below my breasts, to just above the hairline of my pulsing vaginal lips. A tremor of pleasure at having a man's touch quickly set off a tidal flow of juices onto the seat. His gentle, but insistent touch was more familiar than I had ever thought I would feel again. I let my mind go, and just enjoyed the touch of a knowing mans caress!

"Now Connie, I am going to tell you what will be happening this weekend. I do not want you to say anything, just listen!" he said with much more authority than before. I kept my mouth shut and listened as he continued to describe what awaited me. "You will be one of a few new slaves at our little get together. As such, a certain amount of obedience is required of the new pets! As I have not had time to train you correctly, I will expect you to listen, watch and learn. If you disobey any command, you will be punished, by me, and by the one whom you offended, am I being perfectly clear?"

Again my brain was screaming to tell him off, yet my mouth responded with, "Yes Sir!" before I had a chance to form any other thought!

"Good, that's a very good start! I think that after this weekend, you will find that you have found your little niche' in life!" he said, almost too certain of his assessment. How could I allow this to happen without any resistance?

Yet, as his fingers grazed the lips of my swollen pussy lips, I lost any thought of arguing with him. Electric sparks of pleasure screamed up my spine at the touch of his fingertips. I wanted to feel the pleasure that Arlund's fingers promised; and I would do anything at the moment to gain that pleasurable release!

"Are you enjoying the ride my pet?" he whispered. All I could feel now was his expert fingers as they gently rubbed to tip of my clitoris. I began to moan in total surrender to his awesome ability to make me squirm. I wanted very badly to cum, I would do anything to reach then next stage of my orgasmic bliss! My eyes were sealed shut, my breath coming in sharp quick intakes, as time and again he would cause me to jerk as he passed another digit over my clit!

"Yes Sir", I managed between clenched teeth, as sparks of pleasure shot continuously up my spine. "Oohh yessss, God that feels so wonderful!" My hips were now jumping up to meet his fingers, in hopes that he would use them to allow me my much-needed release! I felt no shame at my uninhibited behavior. I just wanted to reach that place of pleasure; I had not been in a very long time. I was now quickly approaching that point.

As if he knew the exact moment when I would be at a point just before no return, Arlund pulled away his hand, leaving me on the brink of a colossal orgasm. The panic that ran through my mind, that I would not reach what was just in sight, made me mad with need. I grabbed his hand pulling desperately to make him finish! He simply pushed my hands down to my sides and announced, "I'm not ready to let you get off that easy, Pet!"

My mind and body were in a total mass of confusion as to what he meant? I was so close; I could feel my very soul on the edge of release. My body was jerking in spasms at the door to release. I looked at Arlund with an expression of pure panic. "W-why'd you s-s-stop?" I begged. The pleasure, almost achieved, was quite simply just out of reach!

"I believe it is not for you to ask the questions pet, but to do as your instructed, yes? I have to see that you will obey instructions at anytime, without hesitation! Do you understand?" he asked, with no emotion at all on his face.

I gulped down the panic in my voice and replied. "Yes Sir, I understand!" Every fiber in my being was screaming for release, yet my mouth again betrayed me. I genuinely wanted to please Arlund, and nothing else mattered to me now. It was he that would allow me to reach my, much needed climax, and I now wanted that more than anything!

"Pull down my zipper, carefully! Show me how much you want me to allow you to climax. If you do a good job, I'll reward you with you own orgasm!" he said, with no show of humor.

Just for a millisecond my mind screamed at his audacity. Here I was on the brink of insanity, and he wanted me to pleasure him before "allowing" me an end to my bodies torment. Yet again, I found myself doing just as I was told. With practiced ease, I pulled down the zipper to his pants, and gently guided his rock hard cock to freedom. I was slightly shocked at the girth of his pole. Although he was no larger than Ron's, he was more than twice as thick as anything I had ever seen!

I was wondering if, indeed I could accommodate his wishes? Yet again, I found myself doing just as I had been instructed. I opened my mouth, stretching to get the bulbous head inside my mouth. The taste of a cock again in my mouth, made my mouth water. It felt good to be able to give a man pleasure, and know it was me that was causing his excitement! Within a few minutes, I had begun a steady rhythm of slurping and sucking all I could manage to cram into my mouth. The feel of his hot flesh burning my tongue drove me on faster.

His moans of pleasure were like magic to my ears, and pushed me to eagerly try harder to bring him to his climax! My reward did not take long, as I felt his cock stiffen harder in my mouth, and a torrent of cum spray deep down my throat. I was nearly gagging on the amount of cum he shot. I gulped for air and to swallow every drop I could manage. After what seemed forever, Arlund finally began to go flaccid in my hungry mouth. I licked every drop off his quickly deflating cock, not letting a single drop escape me.

"Yes my Pet, that was very, very good! I am proud of you!" he said between gasps of breath. For some reason, the fact that I had pleased him, made me quite proud of myself. I knew that I wanted his praise, even though I didn't understand why. It felt wonderful to hear I had done something to make Arlund proud of me! I was beginning to realize that; maybe if Ron had been a little more appreciative of my talents, we would still be together. Yet, at this moment, Arlund was the only person I cared about, he was the one who made me feel good about myself; even if it was for something so bad!

"As promised, my Pet!" he said. He then reached under his seat and produced a large, rubber vibrator. It was nearly as big as he was! "I would like to see you pleasure yourself with this, until you reach your own orgasm. As you can see, your talents have left me in no condition to reciprocate!" His look of total satisfaction made me very proud of myself, and without a thought to what I was doing; I took the vibrator and plunged it all they way into my sopping wet pussy.

The effect was almost immediate, as the vibrations from the tool quickly had its desired affect. Within a few moments I was feeling the waves of my, long pent-up climax, come crashing down inside me. I jerked and spasmed uncontrollably in the tiny seat, rockets of pleasure sending my mind spaceward, as I climaxed almost continuously. I felt all modesty leave me, as I ground furiously onto the rubber cock. I didn't care that Arlund was looking on, or that any car that passed by, would be able to see what I was doing. It felt wonderful to finally reach the massive orgasm Arlund had withheld. My body tensed to stiffness at the final wave of me orgasm. I could feel all the blood rushing to the point of boiling in my pussy. With a final scream of pleasure, I melted uselessly, into Arlund's passenger seat.

After about tem minutes, I finally felt sanity coming back into focus. As I looked into Arlund's eyes, I could see he was smiling broadly! "You'll do just fine Connie! I think I may have found my Pet after all!" he said in a most loving way.

All I could think to say was, "Yes Sir, I believe you have at that!"

The rest of what happened that weekend will have to wait until next time! Let's just say for now, I am not the person I was. I have Arlund, and a few others to thank for my awakening!

The Slaves Prayer....

Allow me the strength to answer questions I can't fanthom...

Allow me the spirit to know his needs

Allow me the kindness to choke back retorts

Allow me the serenity to serve Him in peace..

Allow me the love to show Him in peace...

Allow me the tenderness to comfort Him...

Allow me the light to show us the way...

Allow me the wisdom to be an asset to Him...

Let me be able to show Him each day my love by my service to Him...

Let me open myself up to completely belong to him...

Let my eyes show Him each day my love by my service to Him...

Let me open myself up to completely belong to him...

Let my eyes show Him the same respect, rather I sit at his side, or kneel at his feet...

Let me accept my punishment with the grace of a woman...

Let me learn to please Him, beyond myself...

Grant me the power to give myself to Him completely...

Give me the strength to please us both...

Permitt me to love myself, in loving Him..

Allow me the peace of serving Him.

For it is my greatest wish, my highest

power to make his life complete, as he makes mine.

My Last Submissive....

A Master's Prayer?

My next Sub will be my last.

She will be as devoted to me as I am to her.

She will trust in my loyalty and my judgement.

She will feel safe in my presence and still feel my protection in my absence.

She will never mistake sensitivity and caring for weakness.

She will share her problems with me.

Not in an attempt to have me take them off her shoulders

but as a pupil sharing with a tutor.

She will take as much joy in learning from me as I take in teaching.

She will take pride in the way that people respect my opinion.

She will feel such pleasure when her friends consult me for advice.

She will know that I will take responsibility for their welfare too.

She will take pleasure in my pride of her too.

As she goes about her duties at home or work,

she will feel my eyes on her approving her intelligence and diligence.

She will await eagerly the opportunity to share

her triumphs with me and will revel in the feeling

of my proud arms as they wrap around her.

She will recognise that the physical manifestation of my need for her

will take the form of sex;

but she will know that it is her I need rather than the sex.

She will know that our erotic explorations are simply explorations of each other.

She will see my need for her at the most inappropriate times

and revel in the warmth of that;

knowing as she does that I would do nothing

to damage her standing with friends, family or colleagues.

She will find it as exciting to be always available to my lust

as I do in knowing it to be so.

She will take so much pleasure in my need

that it will be her constant preoccupation to inspire even more need.

She will find the joy of my response to her imaginative stimulation enthralling.

She will use everything at her disposal,

including other men and women to take my need to greater heights.

Though sometimes coloured by fear, her eagerness to see how I intend to stretch her limits once more, will know no bounds.

Her anticipation will be liquid and speed her back to our home.

For all her obedience and devotion she will be demanding.

I will feel challenged to satisfy all her needs and she will recognise the achievement when it is done.

She will know that no other could satisfy her so.

Though, mischievously, she will identify anyone that has the appearance of being able to and taunt me with how eager she is to make them to attempt to do so.

She will be totally open with me and neither hide or filter any thoughts, feelings, responses or actions from me.

She will do so, safe in the knowledge that while I can be assured of her candour,

I will never judge her.

Only those thoughts and actions that she tries not to share

will be considered transgressions.

She will know and understand that outside of those activities

that I have specifically directed her in, she has total freedom and will exercise that freedom with alacrity, never suppressing any desire or impulse.

She will know that this license in no way reduces

her right to exclusive access to my heart and desire.

She will know that I love her dearly and will return that depth of feeling.

She will have no more choice in this than I do.

She will be in my power and I in hers.

We each will be besotted with the core of the other

and this will transcend any other attraction.

This joy will last me the rest of my life.

Author Unknown

A Dominant Man

I am a dominant man.

I am just that.

I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part.

Not because I feel I am more intelligent, or wiser.

I am not dominant because of the strength or mass of my body.

I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women.

Yet to you, I am Master.

I am your Master only after earning your trust and I embrace your

submissiveness.

I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions.

You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions.

You tell me of the needs of your heart and body.

You have given me total access to your soul,

and I accept the responsibility and honor.

You are a woman. You are not weak or inferior because of it.

You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal.

I have the strength of body and mind

and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend and provide for you.

You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart.

Your belief in me gives me courage and direction.

Your strength disperses my doubt.

Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts.

We are not equal. We are halves of a whole.

We compliment each other and make each other complete.

My desire to dominate you is instinctive.

It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you

because you are secure in being totally feminine.

We each recognize and accept our worth,

and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs.

You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood.

You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion.

You expect a man to stand strong and be a man.

You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man.

In return you present control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty,

and the faithfulness of your heart.

You submit because I have earned your trust.

Because I have opened my heart and soul to you.

Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart

and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions.

And because I have proved worthy in your eyes,

you have given me the only true treasure of life:

you have given me dominance over you.

What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural

and the rarest gift a woman could give a man.

You have given me complete and

unshakable assurance of your commitment to me.

Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility.

I accept this from you with humility and joy.

I understand the rarity and purity of this gift.

I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind.

I dominate you only because you have allowed it.

I dominate only because you have allowed me to

and when I see your body kneel before me,

in my mind and heart you are raised above all other women,

and all the treasures of the earth.

What you give freely can not in reality be bought.

I am a submissive woman

i find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive

to my Master in a loving relationship.

i am not weak or stupid. i am a strong woman,

with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life.

i do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.

i will look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never

will i be more complete than when He is with me.

i know that He will protect my body, my mind, and my soul

with His strength and wisdom.

He is everything to me, as i am everything to Him.

His touch awakens me and His thoughts free me.

Only in serving Him do i find complete freedom and joy…

His punishments may be harsh, but i accept them thankfully,

knowing that He has my best interests always foremost in His mind.

If He desires my body for pleasure, i shall joyfully give it to Him

and take pleasure myself from knowing that i have brought Him happiness.

However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of O/our relationship.

The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt,

those are all parts of this relationship.

My body is His, and if He says i am beautiful, then i am.

No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in His eyes,

and because of that i hold my head high.

If He says i am His precious jewel,then i am that…a beautiful, sparkling gem.

If He says that i am His pet, His slut, His whore, then i am that..

as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be.

My mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know only as He can.

i have no secrets from Him… for secrets are a thing that would

keep me from being more perfectly His.

Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself…

and i do not want walls.

His lessons are not always ones i would seek on my own,

but they are lessons He has decided that i need, and so i learn from Him.

My soul is His, as bare to His touch as ever my skin could be

when i kneel naked at His feet.

Never a moment goes by when i do not feel His presence,

be He miles away or standing over me.

If i were to ever displease Him, His displeasure would be a blow to my soul,

worse punishment than any lashes could be.

The anguish of my soul that i feel when i disappoint Him

is harder to bear than any physical anguish i feel.
i am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend

His time and energy so freely on me.

i have the easier job, to feel, to experience,

to let myself go and abandon everything to Him.

i am His pleasure and His responsibility, and He takes both seriously .

i am a submissive woman.

i am proud to call myself that, my submission is a gift that i do not give lightly,

and can only be given to the One who can

appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to my Master who has that strength, will i give myself fully,

because i am strong and proud.

i am a submissive woman.

A Passionate Encounter...author unknown

A Passionate Encounter

She stood with baited breath awaiting his approval of what she had to offer. The moonlight cascading through the window illuminated her slender frame coupled with sensuous curves causing a tremor of sheer anticipation to run through him. The way her flaxen hair gently caressed the nape of her elegant neck evoked erotic images of taking her from behind; Her voluptuous bosom, peaked with perky round buds which so willingly offered themselves to be suckled; The smooth transition of her small waist into the flare of womanly hips coupled with long elegant legs.

With one smooth stride he crossed the threshold which separated them and swiftly pulled her into an embrace. Gently he probed her sweet, sensuous mouth with his tongue .. Allowing it to enter into the being of the goddess that was now his for the taking.

He subtly shifted his hand to probe the smooth mound she presented. Softly, she moaned into his mouth and her legs spread ever so slightly allowing him easier access to the now wet, warm, orifice.

Gently slipping a finger inside, he was greeted with an instantaneous gasp and the weakening of her knees. In a surge of passion he scooped her into his strong, chiseled arms and laid her down on the bed that would soon become a haven of unbridled lust.

Panting heavily, he hastily removed his pants that had become a prison for his throbbing member. As soon as it was freed, the object of his desire grasped it with dainty hands and began caressing it with the most delicate strokes. Swiftly losing all abandon, he let out a moan which caused her sex to convulse in a reaction of anticipation and become distinctly more saturated with her love juices.

Without missing a beat, she quickly flipped the script and placed the situation in her charge. Sitting up, she enveloped his manhood in that delightful mouth. Capturing it with the warmth and wetness of her mouth .. Sliding her tongue slowly from the base to its head. She gently massaged his balls with her light touch, placing him in a state of euphoria. Just as he felt he was approaching the point of no return, she slipped the entirety of his throbbing penis into her mouth, allowing it to hit the back of her throat whilst tickling the head with the tip of her tongue. He couldn’t hold back anymore and so with an animal-like groan he let loose the fruit of her labour. Not to be daunted, she quickly swallowed every drop of his love offering.

It seemed that her oral ministrations had served to whet the appetite of his carnal desires more, as even after a subsiding orgasm he still maintained a rigid erection. Unable to restrain further, he quickly flipped her over unto all fours; forcing her ass to point upwards, exposing her forbidden treasures. He thrust a finger into her causing her to squirm and push back against the invading member. Her moans were like a melody to his ears, so sweet .. so wanting. In breathy tones she begged him to penetrate her. Feeling somewhat troublesome, he replied with one word, “Beg.”

“Oh please John, I’m so wet for you..” she gasped out while pushing back against the two fingers he now teased her with. “That kind of begging isn’t going to get you anything. Beg like you really mean it”, he replied in harsh tones. “B-But”, she began, before he interrupted her with, “I guess this means you don’t want anything then. Fine, we’ll just stop right now.” At this point he proceeded to begin massaging her swollen clitoris with his thumb, pushing her further towards the edge.Evidently, this did the trick as she lost all her inhibitions and begged him to fuck her. “ Oh God, please John .. Please put your cock in me and fuck me hard”

No sooner had she uttered the words than he willingly complied with her request. In one stroke he buried his pecker to the hilt in her warm, wet opening. She moaned loudly and pushed her ass further up to allow him to penetrate her deeper. “Mmmm, yes! That’s it baby, fuck my little pussy” .. He responded with harder thrusts and a resounding slap on her ass. At this she whimpered a bit and thrust back against his rigid dick. Not missing a beat, John continued to pound her. In between strokes, each one being harder than its preceding, he asked, “Who’s pussy is this?” .. “Uh .. All .. Yours .. Baby. This is your pussy to fuck” Quickly he spun her around and put her to sit on his dick. “Ride it good bitch”, he said. At the use of this harsh word she realized that she became even more turned-on and quickly climbed aboard his raging hard-on.With her ample breasts now in his face, he could not resist latching his mouth to her hardened nipples. As she bounced on his cock, he spanked her ass and bit lightly on the nipple in his mouth. “Mmmm .. Yes that’s it baby. D’you like how I’m riding your dick? D’you like feeling my tight, wet pussy clenching around it?!” .. “Oh God yes, Jay!”, he replied. With that, she decided to tease him a bit and slowed down her pace. Sliding slowly to the top of his dick, until just the head remained in her, then sliding back down quickly. She could feel him begin to swell inside her and she new that he would soon cum, so looking deep into his eyes she begged him to take her from front.

He hoisted her up, still inside of her, and laid her down on the bed. This position allowed for him to go even deeper than before. Quickly he lifted her legs up unto his shoulders and began fucking her with reckless abandon .. Succumbing totally to his approaching orgasm, he lost all other thought. Soon enough he felt her vaginal walls begin to spasm around his dick as she clawed his back and loudly moaned his name. “Oh John .. I’m .. cumming!” At this, he could no longer hold back and he felt a tingling start from his balls moving straight up to his dick head before the first spasm hit and he began cumming. After about 8 more strokes, he collapsed, spent, beside her, his erection slowly diminishing. “Wow”, was all he could say, as he gently kissed her again and held her close. Gazing into his eyes, she whispered “I love you.” Before drifting off into a deep slumber.

My New Relationship -

A Love Letter

You are a woman of rare desire. Your need to be taken and used is found in so few females my love you know what a woman is capable of. You know what limits she can be brought to. You understand what women were were born to do with the men that love them. You crave the intense burning that comes to your insides when you are taken by your man and brought to the place where he will make you become as female as you were meant to be. I know that your nipples respond first as they swell with the blood your pounding heart brings to them. As they swell they become so sensitive and they tingle with this need to be touched and taken. If your man is a smart but loving man he will know that your tits are triggers that will fire and ignite explosions deep inside your soul which bring you to the top of the mountain my Woman.
As the other parts of your body slowly become engorged with more and more of your hot flowing blood, they will signal you that you are becoming that woman who drives men wild. More and more of you awakens to your precious hot blood flowing so hard through your female body making it so ready to be used, and even abused by the man who loves you so.
Your gut becomes so light and fluttery with the feelings and sensations of the woman who is in love with the joy that only her man who loves her can give her. You will ache for his touch. Its forcefulness may bring you so much faster to the top of the mountain. You know who he is and that knowledge brings these feelings to your female body so much faster then they might come to you with other men. Men who are selfish and interested only in what you can give them. He is the one who brings you to top of the mountain, and does not take you completely before you have arrived at the pinnacle of your own desires. He is smart enough to know that loving you so physically, and making you the center of his desires will not only bring you higher then ever before, but it will also make his pleasure so much more then most men even know is possible.
As he advances toward you and caresses your body your first thoughts are to be taken and taken hard. Yet he knows your chemistry and realizes from his knowledge of women and the nature of their needs that time is on his side. As he slowly builds the energy of his caress, your body becomes so much more capable of receiving this physical affection. As your body swells in the right places, you are slowly being prepared to be used as his sexual slave girl, a title you love to conceive when this precious time with him becomes yours to enjoy. Slowly, always slowly, every cell in your body is awakened to your femininity. Each skin cell is now so much more aware of its presence on the surface of your body. As more and more of you is slowly undressed by him, there is such a dynamic increase in the intensity of your skin to become an organ of love, passion, and desire.
Your breathing slows but deepens. Your chest begins to heave and your tits rise and fall with a heaviness. As the original triggers of your body's response you must understand his need to use these female organs of love and desire as the beginning of his quest to arouse you to the highest you have ever been taken. Other men may have used you again and again, but have you not felt taken and used to soon with these men because it is their pleasure that they have sought in the folds of your femininity. Hasn't your soul felt empty as you feel these other men use and take you so fast only to end in their successful release while you have assumed that this is what your experience was supposed to be.
Have I proven to you that waiting and prolonging your need only heightens the whole nature of the experience that is available to you as the woman who he choses to take and bring to her highest potential? Do you sometimes wish that he would not dally with your femininity and just drive to the point where you will both cum, maybe even together? Have you hoped that this time he will not delay the fulfillment of his own needs and desires, but will bring this to the down and dirty conclusion you have always experienced in the past? Yet now that he has taken you and made your pleasure his goal too that you have learned to enjoy the incredible things he can do to you that no other man has ever achieved with you.
As he waits for the walls of your pussy to expand with the hot blood that flows into those tissues you were born with that were designed to fill so taut, and then seep that rich slippery preparation into your sensual passage so that you can tolerate and accommodate his dry manhood so swollen with his own blood making it a formidable tool to be used to bring your femininity to its pinnacle as he finally takes you hard and so deep to touch the very core of your womanhood.
His mouth is your next source of his well thought out need to ravish your body and bring it to its peak. He kisses you so well. His lips so hot and wet, they bring you to the realization that his mind is totally thinking about you as he prepares you to be the chalice that receives his white hot sperm. You become the keeper of his very essence harbored inside your most sacred cavity. His head slowly travels with his lips which have just taken your lips and made your mouth so ready to be used by him in so many ways. If he is not yet hard he may propose, even "force" you to take his manhood into your mouth and allow you show him the depth of your commitment to him, and his love for you. This would be come after his lips touched your lips, and then your face and finally the sensitive skin of your neck which seems so eager to be ravished so quickly in the plan to slowly trigger one area at a time as he builds your body and soul to be taken and become the object of his desire to own and possess you.
As this man becomes so engrossed in your submission, and the pleasure that it brings him so naturally as more and more of you becomes subdued by this permitted mastery over you. There is a need so deep inside of you that becomes open and available to be enjoyed as it develops between you and your man. I would love to imagine that you would be prone to use your mouth to bring your man higher and higher. I have always enjoyed the spectacular scenario that a woman would enjoy her man so much that she would show this using her kiss, and lick, to caress his cock with her mouth and tongue. There is little more a woman can do that shows her adoration of her Master then to bring his cock into her mouth to bring it to life, as well worship its potential to bring her to her most female. This would be a glorious delight from any woman. To feel you begin to move toward my groin as I rested and put myself into your personal effort to bring my cock to life with your special attention to it. The feeling that has comes from appreciating the warmth and delight of your mouth reaching my
As his mouth kisses your face, and maybe even your eyes shut. It can only be speculated as to what he does to you and your need to be used by him. Do you begin to be drawn into your own desires and feel them being brought to life in your own body? Is it his kisses that make you lower your guard, and allow him the gentle access he needs to carry out his desires for you. Can a man's mouth do that to you or is it primarily only this man who ignites your inner female and makes you want to know him in such a biblical way. You know you are female. You know that his desire is to fill you with his hot wet sperm. Would you allow just any body to be here with you at this moment and take you so completely? Or is there something that this man gives you that the others do not. Would your body ignite like it is now if another man's lips caressed your face in the early stages of an impending ravishment? Are you even capable of expressing this? Could you stop another who had gotten this far with you? Of course these things are hard to say, and really there is no need to say them. I know in my heart I am not alone in your life, but I would hope that I am one of the ones who would be totally sought after and pursued in your quest to feel what the total experience of love and loving can attain in your own experiences as a woman.
I feel your surrender at the first kiss. I know this is not just permission for now, but a life long commitment to have this happen again and again, even if there are other men in your life. I want to be the one remembered, the one desired, the one hoped for, the one who is there in your mind when the others are given the access they have as these others float in and out of your life. I know this is only fantasy, but we both know fantasy can be so real at times especially if we need it to be. As my mouth takes yours I would hope you can imagine this as strongly as the physicality of the other parts of the love act we have experienced so often previously.
There is something so special about a woman who gives you access to her mouth. It cannot be as easily fantasized or even imagined unless it has truly occurred with that person. That is part of the magic two people feel when they get to the point of truly kissing in the beginning of a relationship. So many women will use the kiss as the pervue of things to come. Is there a magic there? Can he really kiss? Are his kisses the invitation he needs to hope that more will come of this? However, when the kiss has achieved the status of an acceptable love act, then there is so much more potential for it to succeed. Very little happens if the kiss does not succeed. There may be other compromises that will allow a man who does not kiss well to be accepted by a woman for adventures much more intimate then kissing, but I fear there will always be something missing if he does not impress her with his kissing. I must admit that kissing is not a science. It must be meaningful, and the man should take the initiative. A first kiss that falls short will never leave her mind. If it does bring her to her toes it will never be forgotten either. It should be gentle, yet firm. It can get even more intense as the kissing continues, but the first kiss must be measured. The way to a woman's heart is through her mouth.
My own kissing has been praised and dejected by different women. These women had much different ideas of what a good kiss should be so there could never be a proper preparation for kissing a woman. She either loves it or doesn't. It is her choice alone. Can you imagine a kiss that makes your toes curl. A soft kiss at first just the lips touching warm and moist. Then the hug that says, "I love you," and your tits crushed into my chest, softly at first, but then stronger as the kiss becomes more potent.
Then the gentle pressure on your lips by my tongue softly tapping for you to let me in. My tongue now enters and slips over your teeth first, comes into your mouth only to subdue your own tongue, and make you feel entered, and even a bit violated. Isn't that what makes a kiss as dynamic as it can be? When it is now more then a gentle touching of lips, yet becomes a powerful entry into one of your guarded portals. Isn't this where so much is decided and so much is allowed by the woman who succumbs and finally admits without saying a word that she submits and surrenders to her man of the moment. My tongue is now driven by the force of your surrender. You know I am pressing your lips as your head is held taut in my hands. My eyes look into yours just before you close them. I see the spirit that begs to be ravaged, even now, even in your hot wet mouth, which will bring to you the sensations the ravagement of your deepest female fountain will finally experience when the rape of your tied body will let the soul of your womanhood free to fly and experience the pleasure your submission has always promised.
Oh you excite me so. You bring me to the pinnacle by just being the woman you are. You have expressed and shown me on more then one occasion that your very core, your spirit, enjoys being the woman of my lust and desire. My passion is easily awakened by you with a single touch. Yet now you have secured yourself in my presence and have taken my advances like it was your special invitation to be used so exquisitely. My mind is reeling with the passion and desire that you express just with your eyes as I continue to use you. In my pants my cock is throbbing with the anticipation of using you like I want to, yet I am also so hungry to pleasure you with my loving you, and yes my using and even abusing you.
I love the look of fear in your face when I begin to leave your mouth and slowly prepare you to be mine so totally. I look at your heaving body and I am almost not able to continue because the anticipation is intense. I try to gather what would be the things that would drive you the wildest. I take great pride in making you more and more in need of me as you feel more and more passion and desire as what I do to you fires that little flame so deep inside you into a raging inferno wanting only to be used even more.
I begin to take you to the mountain top, knowing if you are mine, that I have total control, because you want me too. That is as exciting to me as the the throbbing in my pants has become.. Every touch of my hands to your body is a ripple of intense pleasure combined with the increasing excitement of hearing and watching you enjoying your female fate. The tension builds so sweetly. My hand slides over your face. The power is incredible. I savor its pleasure. I look at you as my woman, but my mind now says I own you, and I can do anything with you that brings me pleasure. You however, know full well in your heart that what I do to you will make you achieve your most intense sexual experience you have ever had my little slave girl.
My face plunges into your neck as I watch you writhe on the bed. I love preparing you like a special woman to be used in my ritual. There is a primitive desire to make you female by stripping the "skin" of clothing that allows you to walk the streets of this world without you being taken by so many authorities, some legal some not so legal. I slowly open buttons and unzip your the parts of your clothing that hold these garments to your female body. Your clothing is slowly stripped away as I make you move and roll to complete my task. I watch you slowly become more open to my eyes to enjoy you. each piece of clothing is another victory for me to enjoy. more and more of you becomes available to my gaze. Your soft song of submission has scintillated my ears knowing that as your groans become louder the more you are made ready to use and abuse my pet.
You have now been made naked, but your skin glows like a the hue of a marble statue as the dim light is reflected off of your glistening body. You are so ready to be used. Secured to the bed not because of any expected escape, but because it heightens your fear which actually intensifies your female need to be taken and used so completely. My insides ignite with the passion you have allowed, because of your need to be a woman chosen and then a woman elected to be mine. Your excitement at this juncture is very infectious.
My breathing becomes so much more deep as yours does too. My heart is pounding in my chest and it is easy to see that you are also flushed red with the strength of your coursing blood flow. The heat from this intense flow of blood is evident no matter where I touch you. I see your chest heave as your slow deep breathing brings your copious tits to their proper place in your impending ravagement. My mouth has brought the skin of your neck into its hot wetness and tasted your fear, wet on the surface of your skin. Looking over the landscape of your upper body, naked, and prepared to be taken so hard. Your copious tits are the first goal of my plan to ravage you, and bring you to the pinnacle of desire to be taken and used so completely. I only need to secure your wrists to the bed posts as I want to make you feel so captive and used. I know you love this too and I am so excited to do this to my woman. My whole body trembles with the possibility of a complete sexual experience with you my little slave girl. As I reach for your arms to set them in the soft silken ropes I feel the playful tug of your resistance. This excites us both.
My mouth boldly sucks and drags the tender skin of your neck into my mouth. I can feel you pull against the ropes that hold you so completely in place. Why is a woman's neck so sensitive to the soft kisses and caresses of my face and mouth into that sensitive treasure. Your head turns, wantonly exposing your neck to more and more of my ravishment. Your back arches a bit, raising your tits even more then your breathing does. Your hips seem to take on a renewed role as a woman so submissive, that she is suddenly finding herself involved in the conflagration of her insides as they also ignite and become so easily teased and controlled by this man. He has become unbridled in his lust for the position you have fostered in him in the past. Your body opens so easily to him, and his access will be challenged by you from time to time, but the research he has done has brought you here to be tied and then used so profoundly by this man of your choice. That knowledge has made you so human recently, and has had you so enthralled, You found it easy, and yet they did require your "expertise".
As I begin to kiss, lick and suck my way down from your chest I ask you frequently if you were born to be taken like this? You groan and answer so quickly as expected. "Yes..." Then I remind you in a seductive growl that you were born a woman, and that you were created in the womb to respond this way, to this kind of abuse. Your head turns away almost unable to look me in the eye, but your arms tied at the wrists to the bed posts at the head of the bed make you so unique. You have imagined this before, but never to experience it until now. Your chest is heaving. My face drives onto your chest, and my mouth seeks out your throbbing nipples. They are ripe and so ready for the ravagement I have in mind for them.
My mouth latches on to the right one which is closest. As I feel your soft flesh touch my lips I know I have invaded a very sensitive area. The taste has my lips tingling, but your areola must also be tingling from the fullness of the blood you have brought to it. Now as I draw in the entirety of your reddish brown nipple and areola into my hot wet mouth I know you feel the genuine energy it gives you to have me latched onto your sensitive flesh like this, using it for my pleasure, and bringing you to the Nirvana you have sought all your adult life. You feel so female as my mouth caresses your needful tit as I am doing. Then my right hand slides up to your other tit only to manhandle it as my pleasure toy. My fingers grab the whole body of it. The nipple drops between my fingers as I squeeze you feel the first of many ripples of deep pleasure that these glorious female orbs were meant to feel when they were being used by your man to bring you higher and higher up the mountain top.
I love to hear you gasp. I enjoy watching your head launch back as your mouth opens in response to you feeling the first waves of pleasure rushing through your mind as you think of the intense way you are being used and abused. It triggers those long sought after desires to be a woman so beautifully taken, and used so well, by a man who loves you and makes you know why every sinew in your bubbling groin were placed there to bring your legs open or closed as you might need them to be used in the near future for now my mouth is bringing new and more intense feelings rippling through your chest and into your already bubbling groin. My mouth opens and closes on your right tit
As I leave them, your tits looking like two swollen hands with one finger each pointing so dramatically as I look to your body to remind me what I am here to do to it. They seem to condemn me when my only desire is to bring you to the pinnacle of your sexual potential. Then your body appears to talk to me, asking me to do what I came here to do. "Take me," your body begs. "Take me. Take me and do with me as you want to do. Bring me to the pinnacle. Make me feel those feelings buried so deep in my psyche. Take those feelings out in the open so I can be who I really am."
Can I not do as I am asked? Can I not bring you to your sensual peak? Your tits heaving on your chest as my auditor commanding me not condemning me. I am at my peak bring you to your peak. My body is so fully alive. I am awakened to anything you might ask for and desire. From between your legs you call to me asking me to be the man you have always wanted. My mouth comes to your mons and I softly bite your tender flesh. As I had hoped your reflexes were at their finest. Your body shuddered. My face feels the tension in your loins. My tongue slides out and carefully feels the hood that covers your now throbbing clitoris. My face mashes into your blood swollen vulva and the faint smell of your rich slowly moving pussy waifs into my nostrils which bolsters my whole manhood into an attentive state which permits me to sense and feel so much more intensely then I have ever thought possible. With my hands on your naked hips and my face plugged into your sensual portal my Woman.
The wetness and the smell of your personal place makes me know where I am on your body. The knowledge becomes a strange mix of delight and raw passion. My face presses deeper into your groin and the pleasure quickens. My tongue slips out again, and this time it tastes the richness of your wetness. The sweet tangy flavor of your female portal sends wild imaginings to my mind and manhood. I continue to press my eager face into you and I feel your response as your hips push back and bask my face in you flow. I begin to eat your dripping wet female fruit ravenously. My eyes pop over your mons and I see where your head is reared back, your mouth open in a silent scream, and your hands into the covers gripping them tight as another delightful spasm ripples through your whole body. I love making you feel my tongue playing your clit like a sexual violin. Stroking your clit with long slow strokes of my tongue. I feel your whole body shudder and tremble so hard as my hands grip your hips and pull me deeper into your needful, dripping, wet pussy. Smashing my lips hard against your own blood filled outer love lips, my tongue splits your inner lips, and that sweet tangy flavor washes through my own lips and over my tongue, Onto the whole of my mouth, filling me with your taste. I love the way your body twists and turns trying to put more of my tongue on more of your cunt. The thrill of your body as you arch your back lifting your hips up into my face grinding,and twisting your Pleasure Pit so that my tongue and lips will mistreat them delightfully.
My mouth loves to see you struggle like this, knowing it makes you wild and so needful of the pleasure it dispenses. I hear your breathing and it excites me. I feel your body tremble and it excites me also to hear you breathing so hard. I love your submission and this makes me feel the full intensity of its giving as you respond so dynamically to my ministrations of your female sensualities. Can anything be expected to be better. Your submission is a beautiful gift given so delightfully. My tongue stiffens and explores your hot wet hole. My hands grab your hips and grip them harder then before. My face collides with your pussy lips and gouges your hot wet hole with my tongue. Your body arches as I rape your cunt with a hot wet tongue determined to touch you so deeply inside. Sweet and Tangy was the flavor that filled my mouth as your glorious goo came gushing onto the top of my tongue as it flowed so easily from your female fountain. Your bucking hips distract me slightly as my tongue wiggles inside your pulsating pussy. You are a superlative female my bucking little gusher. The flavor is so much more rich now as my twisting stiffened tongue curls through your flesh scooping up thick pockets of your sweet tangy slush. I hear myself gulping it as it gurgles down my throat. Your tropical fruit seems so ripe to my tongue. You could be so ready to be used so deliciously my Pet I think as My face is awash in your copious flow. Your need may not be able to withstand any further delay. You are truly ripe you sensual fruit i think again. Now to just take you as you would want to be taken and used so sordidly.
I slowly draw away and I feel the disappointment in your body as it straddles my face and cheeks. Your legs almost give up feeling I have left your whore hole forlorn and lonely. But we both know this is the calm before the storm. My manhood will soon bring you the tiny tornado that will make you so much more female. We are both thinking the pulsating wet walls of your cunt will soon be milking the manly "tit" that extends from under my belly and it will penetrate your depths, and ride your female groin like a ravishing dog, rushing into you so deep and tearing your sensitive flesh so hard as to allow it to feel the true nature of your femininity which is to take this ravenous animal and steal his rabid saliva, drawing it in to make your female spirit rise and sing its true love song. In turn you will also take your man and bring him to his peak and so that his little honey hound can plunge through your female cavern and ram his head against your eager cervix, hungry for the milky saliva only this dog can muster.
I come to your legs and easily swing them up and into position. Your hands take them from me and hold them under the knees. This turns your whore hole up like a flower to the sun. So red and juicy. Ripe and ready to be used and abused. Does your heart quicken so you can feel it in this position. Your submission seems to be exhibited with you in this pose. I feel its rich sense of giving and its need to taken and used. You display it like a woman just asking to be taken. Yes, taken and made so much more female by the abuse your gift will permit of my need to take you and use you so boldly. As I position myself to be your man, your lover, I cannot help but look into your eyes and see so much more of you then ever your naked display tells me of you. I see your need, your desire, your love for me as your owner and tormentor. This intensity of your trust and your desire, your passion and your pain, makes me feel so much more like making you feel every thrust and every parry, every waxing and every waining of my penetration deep into your aching swollen female chasm. Your pussy bleeds it delicious treasure even as we both pause before this ritual sacrifice will begin. Time seams to have stopped as we both pause before taking on this arduous task of sharing our love so physically. Your eyes smile, and for an instant I smile kneeling between your wide open legs read to commit my manhood to its task of making you so much female then if we did not do this together.
I reached for this manhood and lift it up into your female passion cove. The moisture easily makes the swollen head gleam in the light from the night stand. I hold it tighter and guide it more totally this time. It plugs into your moist indentation. The head is a perfect fit. It quickly fills your tight unstretched hole. But so much more needs to be taken in, I am swollen by the thundering heart in my chest. Initially you had pushed a little, but you are not easily able to reach your "fish lips" up to this waiting worm. Instead it must be entered into your waiting portal, so eager to take him and squeeze him for all it is worth. I grunt, and you feel the head press harder. Your head drops backward to the bed and your mouth opens just as your eyes close. I grunt again. and there is another response from you. You growl low and gasp a bit as well just at the end of that thrust. "I love fucking this woman," I think as I feel your warmth slowly swallow my throbbing man hood deeper and deeper into your roiling gut. I watch as my cock drives in. The first time is always the best. The extra energy it takes to make it go in has a great personal stimulation to it for both of us. Pushing it in has such strength to it. To know and understand what a woman is feeling as the fullness that this invasion of her hot pink flesh has begun to stimulate in her. It is a promise fulfilled.
Then as I look into your into your eyes I see that early stimulation. The pupils are dilated. Regardless of the color of your eyes they are dilated so full and open that your eyes are like deep dark pools I could jump into and swim in with the warm sweet honey that is now overflowing these pools of your eyes and and pouring out of your hot wet whore hole. It is a glorious gift you give me my slut. Have I pushed my pole in your soft "earth?" Can I claim you as my very own? Do I flap around like a flag from my pole proclaiming with each salient grunt that you are my woman. Should I awaken your deepest mammalian sexual needs and fuck you like an animal of can I whisper my human desire and passion for you as I violate your most sacred portal. This door to your sensual cathedral. As I bottom out can you feel my ball sack tough your ass cheeks so profanely Do they say whore or slave girl slut or Bitch. Are you made anything less then the woman I love and enjoy because my cock is buried so deep into your gut? Can you enjoy this profanity that makes you lay here so used and abused or are you feeling your spirit rise to leave your body as your submission is so well served by my throbbing cock.
Faster and faster deeper and deeper I am fucking you like a madman.
The deeper it goes the more intense is the experience. Further and further it slides into your rich moisture.
Almost your whole body rises and falls as this "dog" rams his head and body into your most intense need.
My own joy is wildly running through my body seeing you and feeling you respond as we both pleasure the other. I feel the energy coursing through my body and I am so eager to place that energy so deep inside your body my Woman. I continue to push and whip my tongue so hard into your spasming split, licking and sweeping through your hot wet blood swollen love lips. The sweet tangy taste of your rich wetness brings such pleasure, but fucking you is truly the most intense experience. We are both slamming each others body into each others groin. The sounds that clamor as our bodies slam together are enriched by the sweet noise of my piston pumping in and out of your hot, wet, hole.
This goes on for a long time if measured by my pleasure fucking you, but I could sense that you were ready to be cuming any minute now. I began to feel my own need to explode my load of hot white love deep into your pink pulsating chalice of love. I can feel my balls tighten in my groin. I begin to realize the sensation that we all wait for while doing this with our lover. My insides began to feel the whole rise of my manhood anticipating my sudden explosion which will come so intensely any minute. I see your face and feel your body tense. Then I feel mine going beyond any effort to control it. The rush of my spunk shooting up and out of my balls, then down the center of my cock. I scream just as you scream, then it shoots out in a delightful sense and rush of feelings and desire to fill you up with its hot wet spunk. I feel it shot out and I watch you take it. Your body trembles and shudders as we both feel the sweet pleasure of fucking each other. As it slows down I continue to pump you and you continue to meet my thrust. Your face is so relaxed and soon I am also so relaxed. I slowly settle onto your body. My cock is so sensitive. Your clutching pussy flesh still grabs me and milks my slowly dripping cock still deep in your cunt.
We begin to kiss and thank each other. My hands slip up to your face and hair brushing it away from your face and softly caressing your skin. Then I feel the need to thank you for the pleasure you have just given me so beautifully. My body slides off to your right and my mouth goes to your ear. I tell you how wonderful you are and how much I enjoyed the submission you have just given me. We enjoy each other as lovers and friends. Then enclosed in each others bodies we fall asleep delighted in the relationship we have established My Love.

Meeting....by: blueyedlilone

It's a warm spring day and we met at the park, where we had planned that I could leave my car for a few hours. I was very nervous, since this was the first time we had ever really spent any time together.

This day you arrived first and sat, patiently waiting for me when I pulled along side your truck. I swallowed hard before I got out of the car. I remembered your whispered directive to wear something easy to get into and smiled, I wore a knee length print skirt and black wrap top. I know how much you will love opening the neckline and seeing the black lacy bra and then matching panties I'm wearing underneath. You get out of the truck and come around and reach out for me....pulling me close to you, the kiss you give me leaves me breathless. Your hands move to the neckline of my top....parting it....your fingers trailing over the top of my breast along the lace of my bra....my breath catches and I feel myself getting wet when your finger slips inside the lace to brush my nipple.

Your hand goes to my bottom, pressing me close to you, knowing I can feel your erection, you break off the kiss...and look into my eyes....and without a word, you lead me to the truck, I get in, folding my hands in my lap nervously waiting for you to get in on the other side. Instead, you lean over me....kissing me again....and I move close to you, and I nuzzle your throat as you hold me, making sure I am at ease. Smiling down at me, you take my hands in yours....gently for a moment and then release them and close the door. Unhurriedly, you get in the truck, and start it....and begin to exit the park. I look at you....remembering all the talks...everything...and suddenly I lean over to you kissing your cheek....and then your jaw....your throat...my hands move over your chest and stomach, slowly caressing, stroking and scratching you as my lips move over your neck. Hearing a growl in your throat you slowly bring the truck to a stop in the middle of the parking lot...you take me in your arms kissing me deeply bringing a soft moan to my lips. Pulling back, I smile and whisper....drive. We laugh as you drive from the park....leaning over to you, I teasingly bite your ear. Feeling you tense I nuzzle closer my own body responding, my hands slide down over your chest, my nails lightly raking over your chest and nipple, my lips and tongue move slowly over your throat and cheek...back over to your ear my tongue flicks lightly before I nibble there, my hand moving down to your cock, slowly stroking...squeezing. Seeing an abandoned building you pull around into the back quickly and shutting off the truck, you take me in your arms kissing me, your lips moving sensuously over mine. I moan, squirming to get closer to you, my hands tugging your shirt, reaching up underneath. Your kiss deepens as my hands find flesh...moving over your body, your own hands begin to move over me and my heart pounds as you move up my leg slowly, as though waiting to make sure...it travels up myskirt to my hip, feeling the silk and lace of my panties. Pressing closer I moan, louder this time, your kisses arousing me even further, your fingers sliding over the crotch of my panties.. stroking me through the thin material, my hips move against your fingers, while my own fingers move over your shoulders...holding on. Your fingers slip gently inside the lace of my panties to my wetness...and our kiss hardens and deepens, your fingers spread my wetness over my pussy lips, teasing me more and more before dipping inside ever so slightly...and then a second time...more...and again...even more. My grip tightens even more on your shoulders feeling your finger move deeper inside me.....My hands move from your shoulders down....down your chest...and then down your stomach, tugging your shirt...and then down to your cock....my hand stroking your hardness through your pants. I feel your breath and a low growl as you pump your finger inside me harder....your kisses passionately arousing me, my body stiffens and shudders...and my wetness coats your fingers. Slowly, tenderly you kiss and nibble my lips, pulling back you smile at me... knowing.I follow you...your turn baby....and you sit back...allowing me to pleasure you.

My fingers opening your pants....tugging them down....as I kiss, nibble suck your lips, cheek, throat...moving lower as I take your cock in hand, stroking, I pause at your nipple...flicking, and drawing it into my mouth...as I stroke your shaft. My hand strokes up over the head of your cock and follow with my lips...drawing your cock into my mouth, sucking. My tongue circles the head slowly, once, twice...before moving down the shaft while my hand continues stroking you, and I come back up....taking you again...sucking deeply, following my hands strokings...my other hand moving to tug gently at your balls, lower to tease.....feeling you stiffen, I know I've gotten you nearly there...and I begin pumping your cock faster with my hand and lips, sucking, licking...faster as I taste precum leaking on my tongue...and more.....stroking you, squeezing you until I feel your cock suddenly harden and expand even more....and I feel your hand in my hair, holding me in place as you explode in my mouth. Your hand holds my head at your stomach as you catch your breath...you bend over...pressing a light kiss on my hair.

You snuggle me in your arms....for a while...and we know that this time is nearly over.

Pretty soon you must take me back to my car...until next time....

written by: blueyedlilone

Afternoon Playtime....written by: blueyedlilone

This afternoon when I came home from work...I was thinking about You, and thinking about showing you the naughty little slut that You want.
I came inside, already breathless with anticipation...sensual images flashing in my mind....of sucking Your hard cock, looking up into Your eyes, while You smile down at me with pleasure and pride...Your hand in my hair, holding me close, my breast in Your large hand....Your thumb teasing the nipple, Your hand cupping my pussy....before teasing the bud hidden in the folds of my lips.
Quickly I dropped my purse and kicked off my shoes, walking toward the bedroom. Swiftly, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them over my hips, leaving on the black thong as You asked...looking into the mirror, I pulled my shirt off over my head, ruffling my curly hair. Watching myself, head tilted, looking at what You see when You look at me. I reached behind me and unfastened the lacy black bra, and lowered it from my large breasts. Slowly, still watching myself in the mirror I cup my breasts in my hands, feeling the weight of them in my palms, watching my nipples harden, I brush my thumb across my nipples, and down my stomach....I turn, so that I can see my ass in the mirror, and run my hands over my cheeks. I breathe deep, thinking of You...Your desire...Your need for me and I feel a sudden rush of warmth between my thighs. Turning to face the mirror, I slip my fingers down inside my thong, over the smoothness of my pussy, before easing between my pussy lips...before I even reach my clit, I feel the warm, wetness. Sliding my finger deeper inside...I moan softly as , my other hand moves over my breast, tugging my nipple, teasing the hardness.
A blur of movement behind me and suddenly a silk blindfold is covering my eyes...my wrists are locked in a firm grip and I am tugged to the bed. Before I know it I'm lying on the bed, my wrists are bound over my head...I know it is You. Shh...You whisper, I feel Your finger cover my lips, slowly You draw Your finger down my lips, tracing them with the tip of Your finger...and gently part my lips....slipping Your finger inside my mouth, over the inside of my lips, over my teeth. My tongue seeks the tip of Your finger, circling it, before closing my lips around it, sucking. I feel more than hear Your quick indrawn breath, and Your lips brush my cheek, I feel Your finger slip once more inside my mouth, slowly in and out, while I suck. Your other hand moves over my body, slowly, caressing my skin, I feel Your lips follow and the finger is withdrawn. Your lips move down my body, stopping to tease my nipple, while Your other hand has reached my panties and begun stroking my wet pussy through the material. Restlessly my hips move up and down...in sync with Your fingers. I hear Your deep growl of approval at the need my body gives You as You tug the panties off. Suddenly I feel Your mouth covering my pussy, I thrash against You as Your tongue darts out to my clit. Your hands pull my legs apart farther as Your tongue teases my clit, I feel Your fingers slide into me, pumping against me. Your hand is soaked in my juices, as Your tongue assaults my throbbing cunt. You move quickly....harshly whispering Your need to me....I feel Your cock slide into me, filling me. I wrap my legs around Your waist, pulling You deep inside me, with long strokes You show me Your hunger. Muffling cries I bite into Your shoulder, I feel Your body thrust harder at my bite....tearing away, I cry out...Sir...I'm cumming....Growling low...cum, baby...cum! Your body locks with mine, and I feel Your cock pumping Your cum inside me!!Breathless, You cradle me in Your arms, holding me close...kissing my hair and eyes, You whisper Your love and pride in me. I nuzzle close, kissing Your throat.. You teasingly whisper to me, 'bite me, will you?' and we laugh softly together, snuggling.

Love, Your naughty girl

Written by: blueyedlilone

A Dream.....? written by: blueyedlilone

I went to bed last night already hot and aching with desire, thinking about what my Sir wanted me to do for Him. I was wearing a black silk nightie with matching panties...I slipped the thin spaghetti straps off my shoulders...Raising my arms over my head and crossing my wrists, as if bound, brings my breasts out from under the silk and into view, my nipples harden feeling the silk slide over them and closing my eyes blindfolds me for Your pleasure. My body moves restlessly, waiting to feel Your touch....suddenly I feel the bed dip and Your hands move over my shoulders down to my nipples....feeling Your slight pinch brings a rush of warm wetness to my pussy.
My fevered body arches again, feeling Your hands run over it...owning it, making it Yours.With a gasp, my hips move automatically in tune with Your hand stroking my pussy....spreading the lips, dipping inside to spread the wetness over my pussy lips, another wave of wetness floods over me.....Your voice rumbles with pleasure at the responses of my body to Your touch. Your fingers dip inside me once more and move slowly up over my pussy and stomach, leaving a trail of wetness to my nipple as You tease me with another slight pinch. I can feel Your cock growing hard along my hip...Your lips kiss my shoulder and Your hand cups my breast, making me feel cherished, keeping my eyes closed, I turn my head toward You...seeking.....Your lips come down on mine, soft as a whisper first....and then deepening as Your hard cock presses firmly against my hip, showing me Your desire.
I moan softly, moving toward You, but You stop me...soft laughter rumbling in Your chest, You thrust against me again, knowing the effect You are having on my body. I feel Your hand move lower to cup my pussy again....wetness soaking through Your fingers.....You show me Your pleasure at my heat by teasing my clit...and then slowly fucking me with Your fingers. Oh God, I think to myself....as Your cock thrusts against my hip again, more wetness coats Your fingers. Your lips come down hard on mine...kissing me deeply as You part my legs with Your hand and move to cover me with Your body....You kneel between my legs, and I can feel You watching me, You take Your cock....and gently slap it against my clit....I gasp sharply, arching upward. Your cock slap gently again...and again....and again and I begin to tremble with a need so great that I sob...Sir, please....Teasingly You whisper....Please what, kitten?Please, Sir...take me....I feel Your smile as You say...Take you where, kitten? Slapping my clit again harder, my body arches up more...begging. Sir, PLEASE FUCK ME! Oh, kitten, I will, You whisper softly.
I feel Your cock probing my entrance and greedily arch up, only to feel You pull back slightly...keeping the head brushing my hole. Body shaking, I whimper, my head thrashing back and forth, when suddenly I feel Your cock fill me!! Oh God yessssssssssssss!!! I can feel my cunt start to tighten and throb around Your cock already! Sir, I gasp..knowing, You command CUM NOW! My cunt tightens and throbs around Your cock as waves of pleasure course through me....shaken by the strength of my orgasm...I feel Your cock begin to slowly move inside me, I continue to cum, again and again. Your body slows, and You stroke my cheek brushing at tears I hadn't known were there.You ask me if I am ok....I whisper that I am. Good, You smile, because I'm not finished yet...and I feel Your cock begin to pump into me once again, my hips rising to meet You thrust for thrust! Your hand tightens in my hair, and I relish Your passion....I feel Your cock begin to throb inside me and I wrap my legs around You, pulling You even deeper inside my pussy and I feel Your body stiffen and tighten and I cry out! As I cum again with You, feeling You shoot Your hot cum into my cunt! Lovingly, You enfold me in Your arms as my trembling body relaxes.....Good night Sir....

written by: blueyedlilone