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."
Monday, January 7, 2013
Are you out there
As a child of small town Ut USA you are taught many things, Joseph Smith was the true prophet, you know this church to be true and you must pay 10 cents to every whole dollar you have earned doing chores or you wont go to heaven. Before I knew my middle name I was on the pulpit proclaiming my knowledge of such things because I feared getting in trouble for embarrassing my mother and father. As you get older you learn of the pilgrims and saints and that whatever inconsistencies and questions enter your heart, all will be answered through prayer and faith. If you still question you are unworthy and lack faith so you don't ask to save your soul from those damning questions. I remember those damning questions all too well, why did my father believe hitting me was a punishment? how long did I have to pretend it was? As I grew older and learned of marriage and the evils of homosexuality I remember fantasizing and wishing I was born in the days of Brigham Young and had sister wives and a husband to kiss and touch. By fifth grade I already knew who I wanted to have for my sister wife and looking back she and I entered a DS relationship and her name was Stephany. Stephany was a year ahead of me in school and I was her secret. She controlled our entire relationship where we played, who could know and I found bliss having that time to not be responsible for everything and just be.
I remember walking through the grocery store with my mother and saw women and their daughters dressed like pioneers with terrible tennis shoes. I told my mother I thought they were actresses in a church play. She explained, they were wicked flds Mormons and perverted gods words to be polygamists. I was admittedly excited to hear people were still doing this. Fast forward to my late teens/early twenties, I discovered old bdsm movies, porn and books and again felt I was born in the wrong era. I thought there was something wrong with me, I left the church and in doing so turned my back on my entire family, people couldn't understand the way I was attracted to souls and not the plumbing. I couldn't tell anyone I fantasized about wearing leather and being a Mistress while at the same time having a large man spank me as he fucks me hard. I wanted to find someone who knew what bdsm even was. The first question I asked everyone upon introduction "what do you think of when you see a red hanky?" I had the hanky code memorized. Fast forward to a month before my Thirtieth birthday, six years into the underground bdsm community in SLC and going through a divorce. Like the transition from one chapter to another while sitting in the cafeteria at work the Universe put its pen to my flesh. Twenty years of fantasies in what I never thought possible now a four and a half month inscription, and the best chapter to date. A final fast forward to date and I have to wonder, are you out there? Was that my bridges of Madison County moment or just the appetizer to your banquet. Are you out there?
I remember walking through the grocery store with my mother and saw women and their daughters dressed like pioneers with terrible tennis shoes. I told my mother I thought they were actresses in a church play. She explained, they were wicked flds Mormons and perverted gods words to be polygamists. I was admittedly excited to hear people were still doing this. Fast forward to my late teens/early twenties, I discovered old bdsm movies, porn and books and again felt I was born in the wrong era. I thought there was something wrong with me, I left the church and in doing so turned my back on my entire family, people couldn't understand the way I was attracted to souls and not the plumbing. I couldn't tell anyone I fantasized about wearing leather and being a Mistress while at the same time having a large man spank me as he fucks me hard. I wanted to find someone who knew what bdsm even was. The first question I asked everyone upon introduction "what do you think of when you see a red hanky?" I had the hanky code memorized. Fast forward to a month before my Thirtieth birthday, six years into the underground bdsm community in SLC and going through a divorce. Like the transition from one chapter to another while sitting in the cafeteria at work the Universe put its pen to my flesh. Twenty years of fantasies in what I never thought possible now a four and a half month inscription, and the best chapter to date. A final fast forward to date and I have to wonder, are you out there? Was that my bridges of Madison County moment or just the appetizer to your banquet. Are you out there?
Are you out there
As a child of small town Ut USA you are taught many things, Joseph Smith was the true prophet, you know this church to be true and you must pay 10 cents to every whole dollar you have earned doing chores or you wont go to heaven. Before I knew my middle name I was on the pulpit proclaiming my knowledge of such things because I feared getting in trouble for embarrassing my mother and father. As you get older you learn of the pilgrims and saints and that whatever inconsistencies and questions enter your heart, all will be answered through prayer and faith. If you still question you are unworthy and lack faith so you don't ask to save your soul from those damning questions. I remember those damning questions all too well, why did my father believe hitting me was a punishment? how long did I have to pretend it was? As I grew older and learned of marriage and the evils of homosexuality I remember fantasizing and wishing I was born in the days of Brigham Young and had sister wives and a husband to kiss and touch. By fifth grade I already knew who I wanted to have for my sister wife and looking back she and I entered a DS relationship and her name was Stephany. Stephany was a year ahead of me in school and I was her secret. She controlled our entire relationship where we played, who could know and I found bliss having that time to not be responsible for everything and just be.
I remember walking through the grocery store with my mother and saw women and their daughters dressed like pioneers with terrible tennis shoes. I told my mother I thought they were actresses in a church play. She explained, they were wicked flds Mormons and perverted gods words to be polygamists. I was admittedly excited to hear people were still doing this. Fast forward to my late teens/early twenties, I discovered old bdsm movies, porn and books and again felt I was born in the wrong era. I thought there was something wrong with me, I left the church and in doing so turned my back on my entire family, people couldn't understand the way I was attracted to souls and not the plumbing. I couldn't tell anyone I fantasized about wearing leather and being a Mistress while at the same time having a large man spank me as he fucks me hard. I wanted to find someone who knew what bdsm even was. The first question I asked everyone upon introduction "what do you think of when you see a red hanky?" I had the hanky code memorized. Fast forward to a month before my Thirtieth birthday, six years into the underground bdsm community in SLC and going through a divorce. Like the transition from one chapter to another while sitting in the cafeteria at work the Universe put its pen to my flesh. Twenty years of fantasies in what I never thought possible now a four and a half month inscription, and the best chapter to date. A final fast forward to date and I have to wonder, are you out there? Was that my bridges of Madison County moment or just the appetizer to your banquet. Are you out there?
I remember walking through the grocery store with my mother and saw women and their daughters dressed like pioneers with terrible tennis shoes. I told my mother I thought they were actresses in a church play. She explained, they were wicked flds Mormons and perverted gods words to be polygamists. I was admittedly excited to hear people were still doing this. Fast forward to my late teens/early twenties, I discovered old bdsm movies, porn and books and again felt I was born in the wrong era. I thought there was something wrong with me, I left the church and in doing so turned my back on my entire family, people couldn't understand the way I was attracted to souls and not the plumbing. I couldn't tell anyone I fantasized about wearing leather and being a Mistress while at the same time having a large man spank me as he fucks me hard. I wanted to find someone who knew what bdsm even was. The first question I asked everyone upon introduction "what do you think of when you see a red hanky?" I had the hanky code memorized. Fast forward to a month before my Thirtieth birthday, six years into the underground bdsm community in SLC and going through a divorce. Like the transition from one chapter to another while sitting in the cafeteria at work the Universe put its pen to my flesh. Twenty years of fantasies in what I never thought possible now a four and a half month inscription, and the best chapter to date. A final fast forward to date and I have to wonder, are you out there? Was that my bridges of Madison County moment or just the appetizer to your banquet. Are you out there?
If you know me
If you desire to know me to love me as your friend, playmate, lover or something more I open my heart to you with only this to say. Do not confuse my service with subservience nor my respect for submission. No matter the hat I wear I will always address you as Sir/Goddess or by that which you hold title to. I am new to submission and found that place inside me through an incredible Top who knew me and loved me and allowed me to explore. When I bottom it is rarely out of desire to submit but more the primal stirring of a caged lion. The retreat back into my tight cage is where the submission lies and I find aftercare soothes the vulnerable creature I become. I take pride in my kink family and find pleasure rolling up my sleeves and joining them in the play and the service. Do not confuse my pleasure in service to my family with your newly found flag inserted proudly in my ass to be possessed and passed around. Please understand as well if I bring up my past experiences within this lifestyle it is merely to communicate my side of where we are both coming from. Most importantly do not allow my dyslexic mind and Picasso inspired shell to fool you. If you take the time to listen I will paint for you the words that others would only speak, I am silly and witty and powerful if you listen. When I am heard my flustered words and nerve drop away and I flow like milk and honey over your imagination and mind and we can talk for hours without realizing time has past. Let me be who I am and you will find a powerful and loyal traveler at your side. Connect your spirit with mine when we play and we will light up a room. Abuse that service and assume I will obey or force my hand and I may roll my eyes and give in to you but it will be the last. Call on me respectfully and engage me in negotiation or courtship and you will find in the future you wont need ask, I will offer it freely. I play as a Top and bottom in many forms: spiritual, playful, sexual, primal and all of the above or at times just the spiritual or playful. Connect with me as I bottom and I can release and fly, if I cant feel you I remain in my shell to DM my own scene. If you desire to know me to love me as your friend, playmate, lover or something more I am here with a desire to know you.
At your service
Remember, I instruct her, this is unobtrusive service. You are invisible, your hands are to be at a military rest position unless otherwise in use, when serving your hand is to remain under the plate/glass unless you are placing it on the table, do not allow your hand to touch theirs. Do not engage the guests and only short answers unless it is expressed that you speak freely, do not let me down I am responsible for you. She nods nervously and I can tell she has been practicing in the short while since I was in her home grooming her for this evening. The Mistress of the house has gone to bed before her guests arrive and like a spinning plate act I have everything moving smoothly, it is my duty to perform and reflect well on She whom I am serving. My sweet aid is cursing under her breath pleading that we only need a third of the baguette and she should be allowed to stop. I refuse her this request having this baguette specially made for this evening I want it cut to its entirety. I took great care in preparations, pre-ordering, diets checked and everything She desired achieved no matter how many stores I needed to go to. she grumbles on cursing the knife she chose out of drawer and whimpers that her arms are growing tired.
The spaghetti is ready and I shake my head at the my disbelief that this is my first dish I prepare for my new family. After going over ideas with Ma'am I jokingly suggested it thinking it would be dismissed, oh how she reads me like a book and finds that part of me that resists and draws it out of me. Busily I Slice and prepare the vegetables for dinner, I offer to trade knives with my now grumbling little aid and she is in my ear liken a little sister would complaining that I somehow withheld this knife from her and proceeds to moan and sigh orgasmically as it now makes little work of the baguette. My hungry little aid is now licking the glass jars and sneaking bites of food as I put the finishing touches on dinner. The guests are arriving and I can hear Ma'am greet them warmly looking amazing in Her long elegant dress. Dinner is ready promptly at 6 and Her guests take their seats. The baguettes with sun-dried tom, capers and feta, spinach salad with raspberry vinaigrette, and a slice of my spaghetti pie. Though a double edge sword I find such pleasure in service such as this, the structure, the ritual. The pride in my service and creating an evening of pleasure as only a whisper in the room. It is not subservience or submission but respect at its most potent. My sweet aid is making me proud as she takes each glass out nervously the way she was trained. As Ma'am's guests dine and visit we prepare the dessert and insure that glasses are filled and Ma'am's guests are wanting for nothing. My sailor mouthed little aid releases a string of profanities and blasphemous words from the kitchen and Ma'am is at her side disapprovingly. "Perhaps a wooden spoon" someone suggested, I forget who;). Now on display my little aid is draped across the table and disciplined for all to see.
Dessert is presented with fruits, marshmallows and pecans I crushed myself with three choices of chocolate fondue(white,dark and milk). I quietly try to clean as to not disturb the guests and feel a soft hand caress my welted ass and a whisper in my ear that I was to read and the first one up so I should hurry. Oh my goodness, I think to myself having just played the night before until the wee hours of the morning, my back and ass deliciously bruised but nothing compared to my silk. My tender silk came and flooded with such pleasures of orgasms, such intense orgasms that I myself lost count around thirty or was it forty. I obediently sat at the table presented for all to see as my little aid crept under the table to awaken my exhausted sex as I read "Fight Club, chapter Two" The room was almost spinning and the painful pleasures of the wand teased my eyes away from the page long enough to lose my place I don't know how many times. How sensually awkward I felt feeling their eyes upon me, my vulgar pussy in this angels face and trying to serve Her well and at least get past the first few words before I submitted to the painful pleasures. I was dismissed after cleaning up the mess in which I created under the table and finished cleaning with my fantastic aid at my side.
I was honored with an invitation to dine on the brilliant words of an amazing soul. I assumed my place on the floor having not been invited onto the furniture and lost myself in words and orgasms of the readers. I dined on the words and was found filled by its end and reflected on them as I was dismissed again to the kitchen to finish.
Car now packed and kitchen cleaned, dishes hand washed and food put away I stand at a military rest and time loses its place for me. I am not sure if I was there for a minute or a few hours but I basked in evenings triumphs and awaited orders as Ma'am and her guests visited and enjoyed each other. We were invited to sit on chairs behind the party and listen as they shared stories and memories.
The evening carried on, the guests trickled off and with the arrival of that amazing souls significant other and my laughing at my sweet aid's almost peep show execution of answering the door I danced with karma as she draws to my attention after they departed that the peep show was mine. Forgetting to button my own top I introduced myself to a perplexed man at my appearance and did understand why, then he left and it was made clear...oooops. What a pleasure the night was and I feel as though I found a sister like friend in this sailor mouthed girl that entered this position reminding me repeatedly that she cant even make Roman noodles and not surprisingly she made me very proud.
The spaghetti is ready and I shake my head at the my disbelief that this is my first dish I prepare for my new family. After going over ideas with Ma'am I jokingly suggested it thinking it would be dismissed, oh how she reads me like a book and finds that part of me that resists and draws it out of me. Busily I Slice and prepare the vegetables for dinner, I offer to trade knives with my now grumbling little aid and she is in my ear liken a little sister would complaining that I somehow withheld this knife from her and proceeds to moan and sigh orgasmically as it now makes little work of the baguette. My hungry little aid is now licking the glass jars and sneaking bites of food as I put the finishing touches on dinner. The guests are arriving and I can hear Ma'am greet them warmly looking amazing in Her long elegant dress. Dinner is ready promptly at 6 and Her guests take their seats. The baguettes with sun-dried tom, capers and feta, spinach salad with raspberry vinaigrette, and a slice of my spaghetti pie. Though a double edge sword I find such pleasure in service such as this, the structure, the ritual. The pride in my service and creating an evening of pleasure as only a whisper in the room. It is not subservience or submission but respect at its most potent. My sweet aid is making me proud as she takes each glass out nervously the way she was trained. As Ma'am's guests dine and visit we prepare the dessert and insure that glasses are filled and Ma'am's guests are wanting for nothing. My sailor mouthed little aid releases a string of profanities and blasphemous words from the kitchen and Ma'am is at her side disapprovingly. "Perhaps a wooden spoon" someone suggested, I forget who;). Now on display my little aid is draped across the table and disciplined for all to see.
Dessert is presented with fruits, marshmallows and pecans I crushed myself with three choices of chocolate fondue(white,dark and milk). I quietly try to clean as to not disturb the guests and feel a soft hand caress my welted ass and a whisper in my ear that I was to read and the first one up so I should hurry. Oh my goodness, I think to myself having just played the night before until the wee hours of the morning, my back and ass deliciously bruised but nothing compared to my silk. My tender silk came and flooded with such pleasures of orgasms, such intense orgasms that I myself lost count around thirty or was it forty. I obediently sat at the table presented for all to see as my little aid crept under the table to awaken my exhausted sex as I read "Fight Club, chapter Two" The room was almost spinning and the painful pleasures of the wand teased my eyes away from the page long enough to lose my place I don't know how many times. How sensually awkward I felt feeling their eyes upon me, my vulgar pussy in this angels face and trying to serve Her well and at least get past the first few words before I submitted to the painful pleasures. I was dismissed after cleaning up the mess in which I created under the table and finished cleaning with my fantastic aid at my side.
I was honored with an invitation to dine on the brilliant words of an amazing soul. I assumed my place on the floor having not been invited onto the furniture and lost myself in words and orgasms of the readers. I dined on the words and was found filled by its end and reflected on them as I was dismissed again to the kitchen to finish.
Car now packed and kitchen cleaned, dishes hand washed and food put away I stand at a military rest and time loses its place for me. I am not sure if I was there for a minute or a few hours but I basked in evenings triumphs and awaited orders as Ma'am and her guests visited and enjoyed each other. We were invited to sit on chairs behind the party and listen as they shared stories and memories.
The evening carried on, the guests trickled off and with the arrival of that amazing souls significant other and my laughing at my sweet aid's almost peep show execution of answering the door I danced with karma as she draws to my attention after they departed that the peep show was mine. Forgetting to button my own top I introduced myself to a perplexed man at my appearance and did understand why, then he left and it was made clear...oooops. What a pleasure the night was and I feel as though I found a sister like friend in this sailor mouthed girl that entered this position reminding me repeatedly that she cant even make Roman noodles and not surprisingly she made me very proud.
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