You are Mine

When you arrive at my door an envelope awaits you with a leather satchel hanging from the door "strip, in the satchel you will find a leather collar and a black thong put it on, come up the stairs and find me I am waiting" As you enter you see a bottle of wine and a wine glass waiting on the table. The hall and stairs are dark dancing with a faint light of the fireplace. Upstairs, I sit in plush chair between a corner shower and a large marble tub. Entering with eyes down, holding the base of my glass with the palm of your hand you kneel before me and kiss my feet. I dismiss you with a snap in the direction of the tub and instruct you to bathe me and prepare me for the evenings pleasures. You disrobe your Goddess and bathe me. Washing my long enveloping hair as you massage my scalp and body. My flesh now dry and kissed with the scent of lotion, a sheer robe is all that I desire you to dress me in this evening. I instruct you to go down to the dungeon kneel on all fours and wait for your Goddess.
I enter (wearing my black leather boots laced up my calves, a red lace bra and thong peaks out from under my leather corset my hair pulled back tightly into a ponytail) and find you restless but obedient. Eyes returning to the implements I have laid out on the table. I give your pretty little ass a smack commanding your "eyes down" as I press the naked flesh of my ass against your bare back. Running my fingers through your hair as we speak "I see you have noticed the toys for the evening, how do they make you feel?" your voice is soft and timid " Yes, Goddess. anxious Goddess." I giggle softly, sadistically " That is a good thing, I notice you cant take your eyes off of one' my voice growing sharper 'even as I commanded you to lower your eyes." I smack your ass a second time and you quickly lower your head. "Which one has you in its power." Your voice cracks as you express your fear to answer. " The scalpel Mistress, it frightens me and yet I want it to penetrate my flesh." I stand and walk over to the table bringing back a black leather blindfold "You are mine" I whisper into your ear as I lower the blindfold over your eyes and kiss your temple softly. You whisper a soft and submissive "yes Mistress, I am yours Mistress." I place your cuffs on each wrist and ankle chaining them to the anchors in the floor. With the rustling of the chain, the click of the lock in your collar and my fingers through your hair, your head lowers and your body relaxes and submits into the restraints. I prepare the implements and return to your limp welcoming body trembling slightly in fear. Tracing your thighs, up over your ass and down your back with my nails your body purrs at my touch as your head rolls side to side I hear a soft moan release from your lips. The intensity of my scratch becomes a deep hard slice sensation as a hot thick wetness releases from your back and down to your chest. With each slice you feel it penetrate your flesh, the warmth of its wetness as it paints your flesh, the sound of it dripping into hard stone floor. My blade finds your perfect little ass and you feel yourself release and begin to fly. A soft leather glove begins to trace your arms and face, along your wet flesh, over your ass and down your thighs. I spank you hard with the other side of the glove and it bites hard like a dozen needles kissing you at once. With that, The "A" I branded into your flesh comes to life with a vibrant red in a sea of tiny red stars on your ass. You moan and hiss in intense pleasurable pain and I giggle softly in return " You like my vampire gloves don't you sub?" All you feel now is your Mistress, the brilliant light that holds you and the wetness that dances along your flesh as my fingers use it as finger paint on your skin.
The palm of my hand makes a loud wet smack against your ass and you arch your back welcomingly and wanting more. Thick and heavy tails thud softly at first but with each strike the intensity grows against your tender wet back and ass. "Give me a number sub." you softly but firmly say " five Mistress, thank you Mistress." I bring the tails down hard against your flesh and your fingers find your chains and call out " 5 Mistress, Thank you Mistress" I kiss your flesh with the buffalo tails teasing you hesitating between its kisses knowing how it torments you. Your ass reaching out to me and the sound of it echoes against your flesh as I bring it down upon you again. You hiss and grip your chains but do not call out. "Such a good little sub" I say as I raise flogger but only to drop the tails onto your calves gently, tracing your body with its heavy powerful leather. Running it along your arms, back and off your ass I bring it back hard and it cracks as you tighten against its bite. "4 Mistress, 4 Mistress, thank you Mistress." The carved brand on your ass is now brilliant with a red outline and stars in an ice blue sky of flesh. I praise you again and we count them off until you have one final blow. I walk around your brilliantly colored body, running my fingers through your hair I caress you under the chin and bring your face up to me. I allow you to nuzzle into my red laced and now wet silk breathing in my sweet smell as I stroke your hair and praise your submission. I snap my finger and you lower your head again "last one" I whisper "so make it count." I rhythmically dance its tails against your back and ass until you raise your ass to me. I slice the tails against the back of your thighs and though you hesitate you call out "0 Mistress, Thank you Mistress." I remove your chains wrapping you in a blanket and with water bottle in hand you curl up into me with your head on my lap. I hold you and stroke your hair, you are safe and loved. Once able to get up I lead you upstairs and instruct you to remove my shoes and clothing as well as your thong. The hot water against your back and welted ass feels as soothing as it does painful as I clean you off and hold you under my chin in my safe arms. You ask me for a kiss and I look down to see a smiling face illuminating with a brilliant light. I kiss you tenderly and get you dried off but before I can I wrap you in a robe you are at the mirror examining your back and ass. You notice the branding right away and thank me but question where were all the cuts you know you felt at least a half a dozen. I explain that aside from the branding everything else was broken credit card and microwaved Carroll syrup. " Thank you Mistress" you say as I place the warm heavy robe around you as it gently bites you grazing your skin. I caress your face and kiss you deeply " You are mine" I say and you respond with a nod and that smile you smile. " Did you enjoy smelling the pleasure this evening has brought me?" I ask, you nod again this time with a fire in your eyes. I kiss you again softy and point to the ground where you kneel before me, dropping my towel with my hand against the back of your head I pull your face into my wet silk "clean your Mistress."

I dream of you

Its late and I just received a box of fantastic cigars from my submissive. I poor myself a glass of my favorite wine and with a good book and lap blanket in hand I am outside taking in the crisp evening air after an afternoon of rain. I carefully snip the cigar almost ritualistically taking in the cigar visually, its shape, color, size and manor in which it separates as I slice a clean perfect cut at its tip. I dip the freshly sliced tip into my wine just enough to whisper its smooth velvety wetness into the now penetrated cigar. I light a cedar wood match, the sound is almost ceremonial as the scratching hisses into a flame. I roll the cigar now between my lips and consume the tip in its entirety with the matches flame, with each puff the smoke increases until the tip is evenly lit and glowing with vibrant shades of reds and oranges. I  release the first puff into my wine glass and watch it dance and swirl against the glass and the ambrosia within. The smoke lingers fighting all laws of nature to disperse. They are now lovers and as I take a sip and breath the cigar smoke into my body I feel the two make love on my tongue and it is heaven. Wrapped in a blanket my mind paints the images of the words as I pull them from my my book creating the characters faces, the lights and sounds of the bar and the submissive boy behind the bar eagerly serving the Goddess he desires. The combination of the love making within my mouth, the crisp air on my skin and the words that transport me all fall away when I read the words "she pressed her fingers to her lips and said I can feel your desire. It scalds me. I know you want to kiss me and I'm afraid I wont be able to stop you." Everything else fades away and all I see is you, I am on my knees in the crisp night air not unlike tonight's, under the well lit night sky just off the freeway for all to see me worshiping my Masters cock. I look into your eyes and ask what my little one heart desires above all else, "Sir, may I please have a kiss before you fill me up and my kiss is no longer desirable to you". You looked at me with eyes of gentle confusion and asked "why do you hunger for my lips"? That wasn't the only time you asked me that question and it found a place in mind attaching itself to your memory..."why do you hunger for my lips". My cigar is now out and wine consumed and with that I feel the hour catch up with me and find my place in bed next to the dog and cat already asleep and wake up just enough to express their irritation that I have disturbed their rest. The wine makes for a smooth transition into sleep, so much so that the reality that it is a dream is as lost as I am within it. I am at a play party and have played here many times both as a Top and bottom, my hair giving my head space away. Those who know how I play recognize that and seek me out if my hair matches their mood. My hair is up a sign that I am in a Top head space, my hair is only down at a party to make it available to my Top to pull and quickly snap me into a primal mindset. I am with a bottom with whom I have played with many times before and know what it is she desires from our scene. I clean up the blood and cum from our area as she sips her water and we set a call time tomorrow when I will check in on her for after care. Cigar in hand I join my fellow Tops, the air is filled with leather, smoke and power.  I see you, walking through the crowd and they melt away into a blur and there is only you. I am hit with a primal energy and I find myself hunting you, I hunger for you and if I have my way you will be mine for the night. I lose sight of you as you walk through the tarp set up to block out the play from the vanilla world. The light is brilliant as it hits me leaving the tarp and I do not question it, We are in a business district with a small acre of grass and stones at the center of the buildings. Business men and women are rushing past me late for meeting and lunches not noticing my fetish attire but smiling at me and saying their hellos. The sun kisses your bald head and the light catches my eye and I have once again found you. The closer I get to you the greater your powerful energy grows around me, I am in Top space and want you for my toy. Just a touch away, your eyes find mine and you smile your smile and softly but firmly say "come here little one." I kneel at your feet my hair now down over a leather collar and kisses my soft blue nightie down my back. I feel your hand stroke my head and I am no longer Mistress I am only your little one. Your powerful hand throws my leg against your shoulder and as you first enter me consuming my silk, owning my body. My fingernails gently grip your neck and head as I lose my breath and for that moment the ability to stand as my back arches with a orgasmic like pain that is over too quickly. People walk by, I can feel their gaze but I feel nothing but sub space. I feel you not in a dream sense but with the true intensity of our past reality. I beg for your lips on mine and again you question me, I feel your lips on mine as your tongue dances along mine teasing me and I could cum from this kiss alone. I cry out a scream of ecstasy as I feel you cum inside me hard, your hand gripping my quivering calf tightly and I lose the strength to stand on my own. I lose track of time in your arms as you stroke my head watching people bustling around us. I feel a strange and subtle sensation like a veil being lifted. I sink into your chest and kiss it tenderly moving my way down your body with a hunger to worship your cock and drink you in for hours like I used to. The closer I get the thinner the veil becomes and reality is sinking in that this is dream. I fight it, I am not ready to wake up but it cannot be forced. Your gone now I am dressed again as a Top and am back within the circle of leather and smoke and finally in bed with the sun filling my room with the reality that you are not there. Only the wetness our visit remains and the words "why do you hunger for my kiss?" I roll over to find a message from you teasing me about my previous message and I smile knowing that you are not fully gone.
Once again it is that time for me to rest and though I know I will not get to return to my dreams of last night I welcome the rest it will bring and as I drift off I am brought again to to words "why do you hunger for my lips" and I am gone.

Spirit Guide

In the past when trying to see my spirit guide I would meditate and enter into a room and feel that my guide was near but Large eagle wings would covers my face and hide my eyes every time. I was unable to see anything but defined brilliant wings. With the help of a spiritual navigator I started in a meditative state and left my body and felt the freedom of being without a shell, I finally released and flew, through the apartment out into the parking lot, over the road and cars. I flew higher, past the Utah smog and into the night sky. I look bellow and saw the lights of the city, trees and the oceans. Higher and higher breaking through a burst of light and I find myself one with the stars, around the rings of Saturn around the sun feeling the warmth against my face. In the distance I see a black hole. Its incredible the swirling whites, blues, greens and every color in between surrounding this hole that draws me in. I feel drawn to it and compelled to let it consume me. I without hesitation soar through its marvel. I burst through the other side and its unlike anything Ive ever seen. The planets are large and spectacular. Brilliant colors and made of love and light. A planet pulls me in like a call home. I enter the planet and it feels welcoming and soothing no pollution or smog and the planet bursts with vibrant colors deep blue water crisp lush and green trees. Its incredible as I soar through the mountains and the trees vibrant with pink and orange as the sun sets in the east welcoming in the 2 brilliant and large moons from the west. Everything is natural organic and beautiful, everything but a very the large and breathtaking castle. I sore around the castle taking it all in. The windows all burst with stain glass. I soar around searching for an entry and see a double wooden door in the high center pillar. I settle on the north tower that connects to the center pillar. I feel the cool stone beneath my feet, I follow the path to the center pillar while taking in the surroundings the wonder the beauty. I enter through the heavy double doors and walk through the cathedral top hallway. The evening's final light filling the room with color, warmth and brilliance. Up ahead I see a spiral staircase leading down into a large room that awaits me. I follow the stair case down taking in the brilliance and the light streaming in from the stain glass. The room is filled with rugs of every shape and size from Native American leathers to woven Indi rugs. I feel the different textures under my feet as I walk towards the hallway of doors and high vaulted ceilings. The hallway is dark though I see every detail as I walk the long stretch past the doors of dark wood and metal handles. I see a spectacular and brilliant light coming from the door just ahead, As I stand before it the brilliant door highlighted in such light I can make out only one word on the door "Aiyana" and feel an overwhelming knowledge that I finally remembered my true name who I truly am its indescribable, I take a deep breath and push the heavy doors open. I enter the room that contains only a small bird in the corner. The heavy doors close behind me as though filling with a thick and powerful smoke like light it fills the room a brilliant pink with streams of white and blue. I look for the bird however the bird now gone and I take in the light and open my heart and mind to what ever I may see in this room. A dark shadow of a man and large mass next to it walks towards me. The color dissolves into the background though still prevalent no longer consuming my room and mind. The figure becomes more defined and clear. A faceless Native American man walks towards me with his hand on the back of a large magnificent and beautiful male lion. He presents the lion to me and with a hand over his chest disappears. I know this man, but it is not our time I am here to meet him, My guide, My Lion, my totem is a Lion. I feel surprised and yet a feeling that I already knew this knew him, I thank him for his guidance and love. I ask to be allowed to see him again feel his energy again Without a definitive answer I am drawn to him everything in my heart telling me to walk towards him. I approach my large and powerful lion and feel his hair tickle my face as he wraps his magnificent paw around my back and pulls me close I am consumed with heavy and powerful love that seems to ground me while his large paw and muscles are tightly around me. Hearing a loud and loving purr escape out of his chest and into mine. I step back still feeling him consume me. He sits proudly in front of me chest out and face focused and strong. I need not ask what to do or say we understand each other. I can feel it becoming time to leave him and though I feel sadness to part from him I feel strong and confident that he is not going far. He looks me in the eyes and turns to walk away. With every step he dissolves into the stonewall. I collect myself as the light begins to dissolve and turn towards the double doors. I walk through the doors and enter the hallway not really noticing much, my mind and heart still in the room. I begin up the staircase and exit the double doors leading me to star filled sky. The castle brilliantly lit up without lanterns or lights, a brilliant white. The surrounding land dark barely lit up by the large almost yellow moons. The sky breathtaking with stars and large indescribable planet so close I could almost touch it just by reaching out. I step out to the ledge of the North tower and into the nights sky. I am larger now somehow more brilliant myself. I sore through the night sky and into the atmosphere leaving the beautiful planet behind me. I make my way through black hole into our universe. I make my way to the planet my body calls home and find my way through mountains and city lights to my neighborhood. I fly through the parking lot and into my apartment and over my body. Exactly where I left it still breathing and motionless only a tear moves. I make my way over my body's head and poor myself into it feeling like a melon squeezing through a mustard jar I take it slowly not to throw myself into shock. My shoulders feel heavy my body now tight and full. It is hard to be back into a tight shell after being free. I am back, my eyes taking too long to adjust. I weep uncontrollably missing my castle my guide my home away from home. My guide told me he led me as far as the black hole and felt strongly I was able to continue on my own. Asked what I saw and told me the room filled with a pink and pale blue ora and a powerful energy was present.  I made my way to my book shelf and find the "Animal speak" book and look up my lion. The first thing I read is that eagles are lions earthly opponent. I research the name Aiyana to find it means eternally blooming and is a common Native American word and is common with all tribes so the name itself is faceless or without specific identifiers

Day at the beach

For 5 yrs. now my baby boy Smokey has been terrified of water in virtually every form. Sprinklers, standing, tubs, pools basically any water not in a dog dish he freaks out and has broken his fair share groomer baths. I wanted to see what he would do at the beach so today he and I went for some fun. He ran the beach, up the hills and in and out of the trees. I stepped into the water and he cautiously approached, sniffed it, touched a paw in it and bolted away. I laughed and looked away towards the family across the lake screaming a second later I heard what sounded like a one man stampede. I turned in time to see a flying dog leap past me past any footing in the water and was in deep. Having never done this it took him a minute to get his legs to work. The current was very strong and so excited he went with it swimming faster and further out than I could. I frantically ran, dove in and swam in the ice cold water swimming hard yelling for him. He finally looked back at me so far away with his tongue out the side of his mouth very pleased with himself realized my command and turned to obey. Paddling as hard as he could until he reached me and tackled me in the water dunking me in in his excitement. I was honestly still freaking out a bit for his safety as well as my own. We made it to a beach further down and walked back towards the car. I swear he would chest bump me if he could. He was stoked! Jumping, wiggling midair, and leaping around like an excited new born deer. Charging me, jumping on me and throwing his paws on each of my shoulders. We headed back to the car, Smokey was so excited he could hardly contain it. A car driving down the road luckily saw an excited Smokey running up to her when she stopped he stood up and looked in her window as if to say “you got to try that water stuff!”. She said he was too cute and I apologized a few dozen times. I popped my trunk with my keys to get his attention and he was off to the car. Circling it kicking up sand and dust and within moments my clean back seat looked like I held mud wrestling tournaments over the weekends in there. He had to show everyone what he did when we got home so excited he jumped onto Chelsea paws on her shoulders over and over he had to tell her everything. He is now past out cold at my feet and I am going to get me some ginger tea and enjoy the quiet.

Games

As kids we learned our greatest of life's lessons through play. We'd play house, one always self proclaimed dictator decides who is what role, what they say and is open to rewriting the script at anytime. We play teacher, Mommy, barbies or beauty salon. We decide the rules, who we will be and we can pause and stop whenever we want. As we get older we are programmed to loose the childlike excitement for creating our own realities and are programmed to fall in line, look straight ahead and blindly believe what we are taught and to not ask questions. Free thinking is unacceptable. we are allowed simulations of our childlike escapes in many expensive electronic forms. Transported by movies, TV and gaming systems to a world of fantasy and make believe. Some find peace in that (sheep's of the flock) "direct me, lead me and I will follow". Others rebel the only way they think they can(snapping turtles with hard shells) "I'll dress, act and speak with intent to shock. Tell me to go left and I will go right even if off a cliff just to prove I chose my own way!" My favorite though I am bias is the children at heart. Those that choose to open their eyes and see the wonders around them. Creating and saying a word of thanks for all they are given. They play as children do, creating realities they can step in and out of. Roles they create and get lost in to explore, learn amd even fly. They have a spirituality and sense of connectivity with the universe. An understanding that we create our worlds we can always grow and learn create and become. Put out what you take in and like Dr emoto and countless others have shown energy and thoughts alone can change our lives and put us on our chosen path. The hardest part is harnessing ones inner power. True sexuality demands the destruction of the ego. To face yourself, confront yourself all excuses aside. Most importantly lesson is to truly love yourself and in part trusting enough in yourself to let go. See yourself as human, grow where you can and look to your spirit guides. I am Aiyana. I am growing, I am creating, I am strong and I have only just begun.

California play

Just moved to California and what a difference it is here. Everyone plays at their own level and I respect that. My level of play and their level of play differ quite a bit. Finding that partner that doesn't see me as too extreme proved difficult. Through a fetish community website I met a Dom that goes by the name of Thoro. We exchanged emails while sizing each other up. Hearing that I am very hard core he was not deterred, he was old school trained and could meet my level of play. We met at a Starbucks down town and he wanted me within moments. Pushing me to leave with him however this was new experience for me. All Tops I've played with I knew previously and witnessed them play first hand. This was a man in a new city, no connections to anyone I knew and have never witnessed him play first hand. I text my sister the license plate, make and model of his car his picture and contact info. He suggested a sleazy hotel a few blocks away and after wieghing the pros and cons I decided I desired to feel my flesh come alive and needed to relinquish that control and just trust. I admit I do not enjoy humiliation or being treated like a whore per-say but I found the front desk clerk very amusing. We entered the office and I admittedly look much younger than I am and he was obviously much older, the clerk assumed we were father daughter. He very casually and sure of the fact asked if we wanted two queens or a queen and a cot. When Thor0 said just one queen thank you the desk clerk shot his eyes up in disgust. Looked at Thor0 and then over at me, looked me up and down and like a catty bitch clicked his tongue and shook his head and looked back at the receipt. I could hardly contain my laugh and once outside I explained my reaction to a fairly confused Top. I said with a strut "Come, take your slut to our room for the hour". He expressed he desired to do an inspection and I was again in new territory. We didn't do inspections in SLC, well not with those I played with. We knew every inch of each other and how the other played before we even negotiated. He instructed me to strip in front of him, place my hands behind my head and stand with my legs spread apart. His hands all over me, his mouth taking in my flesh, his teeth marking me in hidden places and consuming me. His fingers within my wet silk and tight unlubricated ass owning me, taking me and possessing any part of me that was still mine. Beating my breasts hard leaving black hand prints along my virgin flesh untouched in such a way before. I did not enjoy his rough handedness with my breasts my nipple bleeding and flesh blackened. His teeth in my back his hands striking my ass and thighs with only moments of breast play the discomfort was brief but intense. His hand on my lower back he instructed me to bend over the bed. This bed comforter was ridiculously childlike with bright colors, dinosaurs, Tonka trucks, flamingos, planes, trains and automobiles. Sub space was surprisingly not easy to come by. With every new position a new part of my body was devoured and possessed. Embracing my inner sexual kitten, arms stretched out before me, face smashed into that ridiculous comforter, ass stretched out as if welcoming his fingers into my sex. The contradicting sensation of his fingers consuming my wet silk, the invasion of my tight unlubricated ass and the welting of my once freshly tanned flesh now black and a deep maroon. Keeping myself honest, Sir is still the only man to ever make me cum but in the end he held me and expressed a desire to see me again. I was instructed that he will not only fuck me but push my boundaries and in that he was not going to hear anything but a code word and in that code word the fun and games would stop. He bid farewell to his little motel whore and drove away. Since that day I have found a procrastination to playing with him again, our scene being more flagellation and less exchange I admit I wasn’t that impressed. I will say I do not have all the facts in my possession given the nature of the scene; we shall see. When I approached Sir with the tale of thor0 and our scene he simply said “So Thor0, ummmm ya……” and left it at that. Days of pleading with him to expand what he meant by that. Feeling an anticipation as though I had a vibrator on my clit but unable to cum for his words. Leaving me waiting, wanting as Sir does so very well and like an orgasmic release I got my answer. Though it was nothing I didn’t already know the fact was that He knew it, He knew his little one. His critique so loving and spot on, pointing out that I was not impressed. That I should reflect on our(Sir and his little one) play VS with Thor0, could I tell him one occasion in which I remembered the blankets on his bed or clothes he was wearing. He could hear the distance in my words about Thor0 greatly differing from the connection with him, the lack of energy exchange and that I was to examine it and my state of mind at the time. Strange that even 700 miles away he can still create that feeling of a full scene release over text. In every way possible I continue to serve him and though only in small windows of availability He’s still Sir to his little one and in that I am blessed.

Sir and his little one

I am one who plays and fucks as a top, I will bottom but never really relinquishing control. Feeling the flogger cut through me heavy and thuddy it demands my immediate attention and I release. The sharp stinging of an implement such as a cane is not something Ive been able to really enjoy, I find I cant release. I enjoy the cigars burning my flesh, the needle piercing my flesh and hooks suspending me by my flesh. As a top in play I love returning that sensation of pleasure and pain. With sex with men (toys) I only top and they love to feel dominated, used and I love to deliver. I never cum with men(toys), I love to dominate them and make them beg for that which they want the most. I teas until they reach that ultimate release of pleasure. Toys are a delicious treat and so easy to dismiss once I am finished it sounds cold but please believe me it is not. Women require a more delicate approach with uhauls in toe, a suave and yet fragile balance to seduce and maintain distance from the empty drawer's found consumption. I am a soul of great passion and compassion, I give my shirt to the stranger on the street and cry during commercials. I believe that our bodies are simple pluming and transportation for the souls to experience as much of this life as we can take in. I connect with energy and souls not the shells and love everyone I have in my life and know that I guard myself against those I cant read, but in play I am primal fire of passion, sensual enthrallment and want to feel my transported shell come alive with pain and/or pleasure. Pain allows me to carry that Ecstasy with me for days at time. When I sit on or graze my bruises I am there all over again and find myself getting wet with every brush and shift in pressure along my welted flesh. I thought I knew this part of me, the switch that will bottom but prefers to top and will never and repeated never release into sub space, just cant be done. April,2012 I was sitting in the cafeteria at work, my friends having just gotten up to return to work from their 15min breaks leaving me alone with my phone for the rest of my lunch. A powerful soul approached me, I felt him before I saw him and when I finally found his gaze, this was no toy. A brawny, bald and powerful soul his eyes held me and in a powerful yet non threatening voice said "As to not offend you if I am wrong I will only say one word.... Fetlife". A charge filled me with such heat, a soul such as this that plays as I play. We sat and visited the rest of my lunch and surrendering my number I walked away with fantasies of this powerful Dom standing over my welted ass and wondering if I would SAM or welcome it sensually. Time passed and we exchanged photos and texts all the while he called me little one which i scoffed and dismissed teasing that I will not be dominated. We discussed playing in various senses of the word, I remember warning him that I do not cum with men so don't feel disappointed it wasn't personal. About 1am about a week after our introduction I was speaking on the phone with a friend. I received a text asking if I wanted to come over and talk with him away from prying work ears and without auto correct irritations. I remember the excitement of that night, his home the first thing you see off the freeway lit up like a stage with only a chain link fence, people walking around the complex and I didn't care. Though sex did not actually take place hours of sexual play, teasing and mind fucking took place with an audience of countless people and the police station just across the street. I remember he asked how well I took orders and ordered me to cum for him. For the first time I did not insure control or fight the idea of a man saying such a thing to me and felt myself cum around his large powerful fingers. the rest of the night is blur all i remember is sub space my head on his knee with his hand stroking my hair. I left feeling so lost within myself, where did I go? how did he do that? a curl in the corner of my lip thinking, this is going to be fun. A fear of the loss in self control would take over me at rare moments and I found myself drawing lines in the sand via text a few times to reassure more myself then anything that I was safe to trust this and he just allowed me that without judgement. Honest every step of the way I expressed myself to him how I felt, the head space and its esotericism to me and the excitement of the challenge he possessed within that for me, with every text I was safe to just be and was received without judgement. The following Saturday while a block away from a friends house to pick her up for work I received a text that he desired me, time was limited and to come. I found the phone in my hand reading the response that my friend could find a ride and I was now driving in the opposite direction. I entered his bedroom and at first fought sub space but I could only fight for so long. I have never felt such Ecstasy as I did when he entered me that first time, he was definitely not a toy. Children asleep downstairs I stayed quiet though my body screamed for him. Many different times in many different ways he took me that day, I came with every consumption and only the first time did we use a condom. With an unused condom pressed up against my face I for the first time ever didn't care about complete self control, and I was his little one. Between each rapture of my flesh he held me stroking my head and back with his hand and I did not fight it but welcomed it. So many firsts that day nearly sending me into a panic so I just allowed myself to revel and not over think. In the moments where my mind would get away from me and felt the twinge of "WTF was I thinking", he just allowed me to be panicked and in that I let go of it and trusted again. He asked me about why I have toys and not men, why I kick them out immediately after and what makes him so different. All I could say in response was that they did not challenge me, they were easy to use and toss aside but with Sir.... I was challenged and consumed within him it intrigued me and I wanted more. After days of trying to squeeze within his crazy schedule of demanding people in his life that i didn't feel gave enough in return I wanted to serve my Sir as dutifully as I could. In those days later I was invited over again to massage his sore body and was teased with promise of being filled and yet it was withheld. In the past I found no greater turn off or form of submission then to allow a man to enter my mouth, the idea of the penises state after a day of urination, sweat and god only knows what else... it was not acceptable and I would never. I found within the end of the massage my wanting lips welcoming him into me but only for a few moments before he in a powerful swift motion had me pinned, his dominant body over mine. I found myself pleading in a way that a voice in my head said "what are you doing you pathetic fool?" but i didn't care. My pleas were heard and out came the toy bag. Sharp stingy implements after another were revealed and I cringed at the sight of each one. I expressed that I did not like stingy play and would need a warm up. Sirs voice commanding and hypnotic, instructed that I assume the position and I only cringed and moved once. The command in his voice when I disobeyed and moved away from the sharp sting of the next strike over powered my body's discomfort and I found pleasure in my obedience, released and flew. Finding my body willingly reaching out towards the next strike welcoming it, wanting it, obeying my Sir. My ass now welted and on fire begging for Sir to consume me, take me, fill me up. He refused and when I obeyed and ceased my pleas he was inside me against my raw tenderized flesh, with the house empty I did not hold back. I came harder and flew higher then I have ever been. Trying to find my legs Sir looked at me and in an almost word for word to what I would say to my toys asked me if I enjoyed myself and to drive safe when I left there's the door. In a soft Sir voice asked how it felt to be on the other side. With any other person I would have felt upset by this but I found the lesson in my Sir's words and with a grin I stumbled out (as if I was on my second bowl) with a tender kiss he once again called me his little one and told me to text him when I was home safe. The next day I could not find a bruise in site though I could barely walk or sit. My eagerness and willingness to receive my Sirs blows, welcomed every strike to the inner flesh of my ass hidden away unless exposed. From that day on though not collared I was little one without question of his actions, I remember telling him if he so desired it, I would sit on the floor at his side at work in front of my coworkers and would not think twice. I found great pleasure in my flirtations and dates with other men or women while speaking to my sir simultaneously seeing the great differences in all three. Time became very limited for Sir and I wanted so to get in as much of this new part of me as I could. Almost a week later I was asked to come over and type a story he had written. I was only coming in a service capacity and my head space should be as such. Laptop in hand I knelt at his feet and tried to keep up with his fast pace as he read the story aloud, two-thousand something words later he was kind enough to allow me a rest for the night, my fingers not cooperating after a full day of typing at work as well, secretly becoming very turned on by Sirs story and forgetting to type lost in his words and imagery. I was instructed he desired a massage and I followed Sir up the stairs to serve him. I massaged his flesh putting aside my desire to be consumed by it, I was there to serve. Since that day outside I discovered that Sir enjoyed and was soothed by the way I massage and run my nails along his balls, and I found a desire in that to please him. His flesh exposed I massaged his body taking pleasure in his moans and the soft touch of his hand on my leg I needed nothing more. While rubbing his back I arched down and massaged his welcoming balls in my mouth. When asked what I was doing I was afraid I displeased him for not obeying but he allowed me to continue and for the second time ever(Sir being the only man I allowed to enter me that way and like sex in the past I refused the thought of not using a condom if I were to allow it and yet again the (deal breaking) condom was not present) I welcomed this man into my mouth. As if a form of worship I took great care to please him, two hours of worship and I could have continued for many more. I welcomed Sir into me filling me up as he released taking a pleasure I never thought possible welcoming him into me in such a way. My body only gagged once before my little one head space over powered my bodies natural reaction welcoming it and wanting it. I was dismissed with praise and did not know how to tell Sir that was first time in all reality pleasing a man in such a way and how I welcomed his praise in that. Throughout my time with Sir I was also pursuing his beautiful wife I named her my LT or little tease. She enjoys the control and torment of those who pursue her and knowing this from Sir I fed into that and it gave me pleasure knowing what it did to her. One morning I received a text from my LT saying she desired a tea and a massage but was too lazy laying in bed naked to get her a tea and what ever would she do about the massage. This time I played coy and wanted to hear her say that she wanted me. I was victorious and with tea and lotion in hand we made our way up to the bedroom. Now it is important to know a rule was in place we three were not allowed to tell what we have done or spoken(I could not tell Sir what LT and I had done or said nor could she tell him). So knowing her address and location of the bedroom proved a bit tricky but not a word was said. We visited for a moment and with a cheeky grin lifted her foot in my direction and said "Well get to it". This is going to be fun, I covered every inch of my lt's body teasing but only teasing. She was in my world now I want her to say the words, relinquish control and I was going to show her how naughty lt's were for waiting so long. Now on her stomach I spanked my naughty lt repeatedly leaving beautiful red hand prints along her exquisite bubbled ass. With the heat so fine and color so lovely she rolled over to expose her eyes glossed over and a smile so delicious I leaned in and kissed her. Taking her pierced nipples into my mouth I felt for her wet silk and found her in a puddle of that wanting. I slid my fingers in massaging her Gspot with my fingertips teasing her G spot her clit with the palm of my hand but only for a moment. A fresh hand print now on her inner thigh, the freshly red flesh in my hand as I squeezing, twisting and slowly released the flesh along my almost penetrating nails. I repeated this over and over again, pleasure then pain but keeping her in consistent anticipation alternating and combining pain with pleasure. Dark bruising forming along her thighs and ass my lips found her left breast just above the nipple and in this moment she was going to be mine and cum to me. Combining the pain of my mouth sucking her breast and my fingers lighting up her Gspot my palm massaging her clit my other hand through her hair. My little tease came to me and I felt her release finding delight in removing my lips to find a dark deep bruise on her exquisite breast. Breathing heavily I afford her no time to collect herself, I tease her overly sensitive silky wet clit running my nails over her bruised flesh causing such glorious shutters and moans of pleasure. My god she was so beautiful in that moment I will never forget the light that radiated from her. I whispered "to think you put this off for how long?" and kissed her. Still fully dressed I left the room, she tried to walk me down the stairs but could not move. I told her she should just stay in that moment I would text her later. While pulling out of the parking lot of their condo I received a text with one word....."Busted" it was from Sir. I tried to play coy but he told me to can the bull shit he is home his wife is spread eagle on the bed bruised with soaked sheets with a dopey grin on her face he knows I was there. He demanded I tell him everything after arguing the rules I was given her permission and with pleasure I described in great detail how he was able to find her the way he did finishing with "it was not my fault Sir she was naughty and needed to be punished". He reminded me I was his little one so why did she get such treatment and he was left wanting. I asked how I may serve him, my only response was get back over here suck me off and she will fuck you from behind. I returned as fast as my car would allow and once upstairs I was told that I was going to be punished and to strip and assume the position, I did not hesitate or argue. Unless you enjoy pain I do not recommend you go second with a switch because I was now in her world and she brought a very powerful man with very powerful implements. If you are like me and enjoy pain its the best move you could have made. Tandem topped and again the damn stingy toys striking my flesh I felt myself light up like a star just after dusk, after what feels like glorious hours of this I feel a sharp edge wood like object make its way between my now wet silk and hear my Sirs voice ask how I like the feel of his cock so close to penetrating me. I in a haze and without much thought replied that was not my Sirs cock, once the question of how I knew that is not your Sirs cock left his lips my hazy mind realized my near mistake and responded I know it is not because it is wooden and sharp my Sir would not posses anything so unpleasant. It must have been the right response because I felt a smooth deliciousness inside my welcoming aching pussy and then another popping my anal cherry, another first in another night of countless firsts. Feeling the alternating chest tightening pleasure between my sex filling me up to capacity my flesh still receiving the striking blows of paddles and crops I desired to remain like this forever if god would allow it. Hearing Lt throughout my punishment whisper the dominating things I said to her just moments before I was now her bitch and knew it. I was instructed to count off(to count off means you chose a number, for every strike that you consider good or need that second to process you count. once you reached your number the fun and games were over). I chose 5, until I called out a number Sir waled on me. One right after the other hard powerful blows that I carefully debated within myself do I want to be that much closer to this being over by calling out or can I cowboy up and take it with breath and in a small part I also wanted to please my Sir with each strike taking them as only his little one could. Once 5 was reached my Sir stood before me and asked what was it you came here to do? I grinned like a child on Christmas eve and said worship my Sirs Cock, Sir. Well get to it then. My body now assuming all fours I took Sir into me with great pleasure. After challenging lt's insistence to fist me, I was just too tight and Sir backing me up saying that yes I was indeed be too tight. I knew she would try no matter what we said. Her eagerness was painful but I focused on Sir inside me along my tongue, my lips, the texture of his balls VS cock and the pleasure it brought me as it never had before with any other. Lt admitted defeat and I now had an audience. It was a strange sensation my experience with Sir on this day, we were not connected. I was performing a service but his connection was locked within lt. Jealousy was not a factor just a small sense of loss but it did not effect me. Feeling him, hearing him and knowing this was a result of his little one and her Sir. It was an interesting feeling being watched by the man you are sucking off's wife watching you and only watching you. I found I enjoyed it, Looking up I see Sir kiss her passionately and with that Sir came inside me harder then Ive ever known him to cum. As usual one is not enough for me. I continue to worship his now exhausted cock and emptied balls until I feel them grow full and hard again and given time came again to his little one. I arrived at my Sirs home around 9am I left shortly after 12:30am. Our time together was as my friends put it right out of a porn, this would not be our only threesome or our only night out under the lights, Sir and I for all to see and I hope they will not be the last. When speaking with dear friends I trust about it they all find it hard to believe that could not have fallen in love given the circumstances and how did I not feel jealous. All I could do is to try to explain it like this. I love sir yes, but it is not in the way you label love. It is liken a mother with her children and husband, you love both however the type of love differs. It is the same with Sir and I. He is my first Sir, he has been many many firsts for me and I cant express what he has given me. I even found myself crying many times during and after our final morning together I was moving away from this experience. I have never loved so strongly or so purely however it is not a love that I am willing to bet anyone not in a DS relationship can fathom. I don't want to marry him, date him, I am not jealous when he tells me of other women I actually enjoy it or feel possessive when I do not hear from him in days. I am Sirs little one, I am a worry wart by nature always have been so I do have moments of concern i have upset him but he is patient and just reassures me that I am safe and still his little one. what a gift, I will always love my sir and what he has given me, and will miss him and my Little tease. I plan to make the trip to Utah as often as i am able to see my Sir and little tease until then I have been charged with the task of finding someone to fill the space I left behind. A very small part of me fears she will replace the spot he once held for his little one however as his little one my duty is to my Sir if he asks it of me I will obey and I find pleasure in knowing he is being served and pleasured in my absence what more could a little one ask for. I will not find a replacement for my "old man" however I desire the pain against my flesh the community in which to grown and possibly a new Sir to serve and explore this new found side of Aiyana.