First meetings are special. About half the times they are disappointing. about a fourth are indifferent. About a fifth are good. The last one in twenty is great, marvelous, wonderful, the beginning of a long relationship. And of those there is one rare one where I say goodbye and long to just stay, fuck work, to hell with a responsible life, just take me!
I've just had one of these. A woman, again in another country.
In the morning on the ferry, coming in towards my destination I prepare myself to meet her. A history of messages and chats are behind us. I get up. shower, find the razor, check there is no stubble left anywhere on my body. Put on my make-up, eyes, lips, a small touch of color to my nipples. Then no clothes at all, just the fake-fur coat. Overnight bag packed I sit down on the deck in the lobby area and wait for the boat (it's a big boat, maybe I'm supposed to call it a ship) to dock.
Finally we start to depart. In mid january there aren't to many of us. Over the gangway into the terminal building, down the stairs - I freeze - there she is. At the bottom of the stairs. She is tall, must be around six feet - and she is wearing high heels - a six foot woman in high heels - that's a very self-confident woman. She is blonde - the icy looking kind - impervious, eyes quitly fastening on me. I yield. I go from excited anticipation to total slave in a second. My cunt goes from moist to dripping, my nipples pucker up and become hard. Suddenly my breasts are so heavy, I become so conscious of the way they move as I quietly walk down the last steps and stop before her.
Her hand moves towards me, she opens two buttons on my coat and a steady, strong hand moves past the coat ang takes hold of my right breast. At this point I have lost all sense of time and it just feels like she weighs, probes, examines my breasts for a long, long time.
She is quiet. Not a word passes her lips. She takes my overnight bag and with a trow of her head she indicates that I shall follow her. I do. Into a big black car. She still doesn't speak. She turns to the right rather than in towards the city and after a short drive we arrive at one of these old, almost mansion like villas that just reek of serious money.
She gets out of the car and with another throw of the head indicates, no, commands me to follow.
Around the corner. Before the steps up to the entrance she comes to me, unbutttons the coat, takes it off me. I am naked except for my shoes.
Her first words to me: "get down, crawl, follow me"
All saturday, all sunday I never really get up unless you consider the hours I spent hanging from the ceiling.I suppose I was upright then.
Two days of all the usual. All the usual wonderful moments of submissive bliss that is. My skin is marked by angry red stripes. Welts are rising.
The usual. So why was this so special?
It was sunday the middle of the day sometime. I was lying on a narrow bench. Hands secured under the bench. Gagged. Pillow under my ass. Legs stretched wide. Crotch open, accessible, vulnerable.
The cane. Bamboo I think. Over my cunt. Hard. Again and again. Right in the slit. My asshole, my slit, my clit. The world disappears, the room is gone, she is gone. There is only me and the pain. there is only my cunt. It lasts for ever. i cry, my tears are running, my vision blurred, and then: explosion - I come - she doesn't stop - I come again, and again.
That old question, Am I a masochist has finally found it's answer:
I am a masochist, I am a pain-slut.
tirsdag 25. januar 2011
torsdag 20. januar 2011
intelligent, educated, self confident woman and slave. A paradox?
Sometimes when I have made the effort to sort through the many time-wasters on the collarme website, do I come across someone really worthwhile and promising people. I have met some of them for real-life encounters, and some develop into close friends within a dom-slave framework of course.
My problem is that I sometimes get a response saying that people have a problem understanding how I, who come through as an intelligent, modern, self-confident woman, also can be a slave. The two mind sets seem to be in conflict.
How can I explain this?
Yes, I am intelligent. I'm no genius or particalarily brilliant, but I do posess the kind of intelligence you find a lot of in any university. I do have a Masters degree. I work and I perform well in my job. I have friends who are much like myself. I love to be with them, talk about current issues and generally solve the worlds problems :)
Sometimes I go into slave-mode. It is almost as if I change personality. It is important to explain that this side of me is no less real, no less me, than the other side.
I become this all female sexual being with a total craving for being handled, commanded, punished, used, exhibited, humiliated. Whipped, caned, restrained, manipulated. A total desire to crawl before my masters, naked, available, obedient and subservient to his/hers/their wishes.
This is the sexual me.
A servant, object, piece of property, slave.
You may well ask, how do I reconcile the two?
I don't!
I live them out separate. This is actually much easier than it sounds.
When I have come to the point with someone where we have agreed to meet, there is generally two ways to do it. We meet, we go to restaurants or other more or less public places. We get to know each other, become friends if we're lucky, and maybe from then go into a master/slave mode.
The other way is that my master/s pick their slave up at the airport, railwaystation, busdepot, whatever. I am dressed according to instructions, greet my betters subserviently and politely, a quick, descreet inspection follows, I am transported in some fashion to my temporary home, my clothes are packed away.
From the first moment I am a slave whith all that it entails.
My problem is that I sometimes get a response saying that people have a problem understanding how I, who come through as an intelligent, modern, self-confident woman, also can be a slave. The two mind sets seem to be in conflict.
How can I explain this?
Yes, I am intelligent. I'm no genius or particalarily brilliant, but I do posess the kind of intelligence you find a lot of in any university. I do have a Masters degree. I work and I perform well in my job. I have friends who are much like myself. I love to be with them, talk about current issues and generally solve the worlds problems :)
Sometimes I go into slave-mode. It is almost as if I change personality. It is important to explain that this side of me is no less real, no less me, than the other side.
I become this all female sexual being with a total craving for being handled, commanded, punished, used, exhibited, humiliated. Whipped, caned, restrained, manipulated. A total desire to crawl before my masters, naked, available, obedient and subservient to his/hers/their wishes.
This is the sexual me.
A servant, object, piece of property, slave.
You may well ask, how do I reconcile the two?
I don't!
I live them out separate. This is actually much easier than it sounds.
When I have come to the point with someone where we have agreed to meet, there is generally two ways to do it. We meet, we go to restaurants or other more or less public places. We get to know each other, become friends if we're lucky, and maybe from then go into a master/slave mode.
The other way is that my master/s pick their slave up at the airport, railwaystation, busdepot, whatever. I am dressed according to instructions, greet my betters subserviently and politely, a quick, descreet inspection follows, I am transported in some fashion to my temporary home, my clothes are packed away.
From the first moment I am a slave whith all that it entails.
tirsdag 23. november 2010
A true Masochist? Me?
Yes. Things do happen that indicates that I enjoy the pain itself. That is I enjoy the feelings it generates in my body. Pain is pain - it hurts. But what happens when I'm lying naked in front of someone who wants to hear and see me cry, and who has the instruments to provoke that reaction in me? I start getting excited - it all happens - I get moist, my nipples grow and feel like they are going to burst - I fear the coming pain and I long for the pain.
I have been many times now right at the edge.. the edge of oblivion..opf disappearing into the pain and the orgasm that just puts me into that incredible state of just being a body - and nothing else -
I dream of falling off that edge.
I have been many times now right at the edge.. the edge of oblivion..opf disappearing into the pain and the orgasm that just puts me into that incredible state of just being a body - and nothing else -
I dream of falling off that edge.
torsdag 14. oktober 2010
On Display
The other day I was chatting with somebody and started talking about once when for the first time ever I was displayed to an audience.
It was an incredibly sexy experience and I will try to tell it as I remember it. It's some years ago, but it's still a delightful memory, firmly imprinted on my mind:
I had gotten to know Theo, accepted him as my Master, and he brought me to his home in France. He has a lovely house there, and one of its' best features is a big terrace, partly covered by a huge vine growing over a loggia. The terrace is secluded from probing eyes and curious neighbors.
After a couple of weeks alone with Theo in the house, where he worked at forming me to his needs and desires he one day suggested inviting some friends over for a party. We talked about it and he explained in broad outlines what he wanted to do at the party.
You have to understand something about the situation. Theo lives in the countryside. The French countryside is different than in many other countries because it has a fairly large population. There is only a four, five minute drive between villages many places and when you are up in the mountains and look out over the coastal plains you see the land scattered with small towns and villages. The circle of friends that Theo wanted to invite lived in an area from the italian border to the spanish and quite a bit inland. In practice this meant that a full party meant the whole weekend, all guests being housed in the house, plus one couple who took a hotelroom close by.
People strated to arrive friday evening. Quite a few had driven quite far and arrived late. A little food and some littkle socializing in the kitchen was all that happened. Everybody kept their clothes on and the conversation centered on the new museum in Bilbao as I seem to remember. Most people knew each other from before, only I and a german couple that Theo knew from Berlin were new. Very fast everybody was included and it was all very pleasant.
Saturday it all started. It would be an exaggeration to say that I had slept much that night, my feet and hands had been secured just enough so that it was impossible for me to touch myself where i wanted to touch.
In the morning Theo paid a lot of attention to dressing me. I ended up with silk stockings fastened to a garter belt. Actually the first time in my life I ever wore such a contraption, it felt strange. I had no panties on and my sex had been very carefully shaved and was very smooth I remember looking in the mirror and feeling a bit embarrassed because my sex was swollen and the slit glistened with moisture. I got a bra on with half-cups which lifted my breasts and left my nipples exposed.
Then Theo proceeded to secure my arms behind my back hand to opposite elbow and firmly secured there. It had the effect of pressing my chest forward and leaving my hands where they didn't interfere with whatever anybody wanted to do to me. It didn't take a genius to understand the purpose of that.
Suddenly Theo scooped some ice cubes from a bowl and rubbed my crotch with them. It had a shocking but also a very calming effect on me.
To finish the masterpiece I was draped in a dress that had no sleeves. It was low-cut showing a bit of cleavage in a silk/cotton material that draped itself easily over my body down to mid-thigh.
Breakfast was served on the terrace and it looked like a perfectly ordinary breafast scene. The only thing a little odd about it were five girls and a boy who were sitting on the floor being fed morsels from their masters' tables.
I remember looking out at the scene standing by Theos side as he called for everyones' attention. I was so excited and I was slowly disappearing into a trance-like condition. I remember hearing Theos words like they were coming from very far away:
"My dear, dear friends. I have asked you to come here today to meet a most delightful little slavegirl. This is Julie. She is twenty-two and claimed to be a slave-nature when we met. I have had the chance to get to know her and it is with great pleasure I can tell you that she is a very gracious, sweet-natured and intelligent little thing who loves our kind of games and all it entails"
By this time the tingling in my body made it almost impossible to stand still and I started making little movements and small whimpering noises. Theo laughed a little and stroked my head
-shush little girl, shush-
"As you can see, she is a redhead. I can assure you it is natural, the proof of it has been removed but I trust you will take my word for it. She is as you can see, lightly freckled and her skin has that wonderful, almost translucent quality frequently found in redheads. She is a hundred and sixtythree centimeters tall and weighs in at fiftyone kilos. As you can see, from the knees down, her legs are a little short and stubby. This is quite honestly the only negative feature I have been able to find in her body. Have patience and you will see for yourselves."
He turne towards me and said gently: "My dear, would you turn around, please - good - bend over a little. Thank you dear, hold it there"
I feel his hands lifting the dress slowly and with a clear sense of showmanship. "Oh -la-la, what a sight for the gods."
Suddenly I jump from a hard slap to my behind, not from the pain, just the surprise.
"Now ladies and gentlemen see how her skin colors beautifully just from a small slap. One of the many advantages of the redheads tender skin. Julie, please spread you legs a little my dear, like that, good. Bend over a little more, good, that's fine. Now my friends, in between here - relax girl - you can see her cunt - clearly our little Julie is excited with the proceedings it is her own secretions you can here sloshing around."
I felt so embarrassed as they all laughed.
"Turn araound dear, spread you legs, we all would like to admire your cunt in its full glory. Good, very good - now dear Friends the swollen state of her sex and the abundant wetness is of course situatinal and not part of her normal apearance. The noticably pronounced pudenda is however constant and its worth understanding that her slit is normally fairly open. Her inner labia are generally visible. (He spread my cuntlips) She is easily excited and actaually surprisingly moist almost constantly."
He was massaging my slit with the heel of his hand and there was this really loud whooping sound when he took his hand away. Again everybody laughed heartily
He lifted the dress over my head and I could see looks of appreciation from the guests. I felt strangely proud. (I actaully felt prouder there and then than I did when I got my master's degree)
He pinched my nipples and pulled them out hard to make them firmer and more visible over the bracups.
"She uses a C-cup and her nipples are very very sensitive. Aren't they my love?"
He squeezed the nipples hard and made me squirm. It wasn't enough and he suddenly squeezed and twisted so hard that it really hurt and it brought tears to my eyes.
"I think we shall remove this my dear and let your breasts free. Like that. Mybe you could run in place for us my dear, yes, like that, a little faster. There ladies and Gentlemen and slaves, that wonderful bounce certainly must convince you of the firm consistancy of her breasts and indeed of her flesh in general"
After a few more exercises in the same vein came the moment I had been waiting for with eager anticipation but also considerable trepidation.
" Now ladies and gentlemen, we also need to understand something about her pain tolerance and also that supremely aesthetic quality: beauty under the cane! I will use this slender bamboo cane on her breasts. Such a simple but yet effective and handy piece of equipment. A few cuts across her breasts, and a few across her nipples if my aim is good will undoubtedly do the trick."
It did the trick.
I could have gone on to tell you what happened after Theo proclaimed that everybody was of course free to examine me for themselves, but I am getting tired of writing now.
Love,
Julie
It was an incredibly sexy experience and I will try to tell it as I remember it. It's some years ago, but it's still a delightful memory, firmly imprinted on my mind:
I had gotten to know Theo, accepted him as my Master, and he brought me to his home in France. He has a lovely house there, and one of its' best features is a big terrace, partly covered by a huge vine growing over a loggia. The terrace is secluded from probing eyes and curious neighbors.
After a couple of weeks alone with Theo in the house, where he worked at forming me to his needs and desires he one day suggested inviting some friends over for a party. We talked about it and he explained in broad outlines what he wanted to do at the party.
You have to understand something about the situation. Theo lives in the countryside. The French countryside is different than in many other countries because it has a fairly large population. There is only a four, five minute drive between villages many places and when you are up in the mountains and look out over the coastal plains you see the land scattered with small towns and villages. The circle of friends that Theo wanted to invite lived in an area from the italian border to the spanish and quite a bit inland. In practice this meant that a full party meant the whole weekend, all guests being housed in the house, plus one couple who took a hotelroom close by.
People strated to arrive friday evening. Quite a few had driven quite far and arrived late. A little food and some littkle socializing in the kitchen was all that happened. Everybody kept their clothes on and the conversation centered on the new museum in Bilbao as I seem to remember. Most people knew each other from before, only I and a german couple that Theo knew from Berlin were new. Very fast everybody was included and it was all very pleasant.
Saturday it all started. It would be an exaggeration to say that I had slept much that night, my feet and hands had been secured just enough so that it was impossible for me to touch myself where i wanted to touch.
In the morning Theo paid a lot of attention to dressing me. I ended up with silk stockings fastened to a garter belt. Actually the first time in my life I ever wore such a contraption, it felt strange. I had no panties on and my sex had been very carefully shaved and was very smooth I remember looking in the mirror and feeling a bit embarrassed because my sex was swollen and the slit glistened with moisture. I got a bra on with half-cups which lifted my breasts and left my nipples exposed.
Then Theo proceeded to secure my arms behind my back hand to opposite elbow and firmly secured there. It had the effect of pressing my chest forward and leaving my hands where they didn't interfere with whatever anybody wanted to do to me. It didn't take a genius to understand the purpose of that.
Suddenly Theo scooped some ice cubes from a bowl and rubbed my crotch with them. It had a shocking but also a very calming effect on me.
To finish the masterpiece I was draped in a dress that had no sleeves. It was low-cut showing a bit of cleavage in a silk/cotton material that draped itself easily over my body down to mid-thigh.
Breakfast was served on the terrace and it looked like a perfectly ordinary breafast scene. The only thing a little odd about it were five girls and a boy who were sitting on the floor being fed morsels from their masters' tables.
I remember looking out at the scene standing by Theos side as he called for everyones' attention. I was so excited and I was slowly disappearing into a trance-like condition. I remember hearing Theos words like they were coming from very far away:
"My dear, dear friends. I have asked you to come here today to meet a most delightful little slavegirl. This is Julie. She is twenty-two and claimed to be a slave-nature when we met. I have had the chance to get to know her and it is with great pleasure I can tell you that she is a very gracious, sweet-natured and intelligent little thing who loves our kind of games and all it entails"
By this time the tingling in my body made it almost impossible to stand still and I started making little movements and small whimpering noises. Theo laughed a little and stroked my head
-shush little girl, shush-
"As you can see, she is a redhead. I can assure you it is natural, the proof of it has been removed but I trust you will take my word for it. She is as you can see, lightly freckled and her skin has that wonderful, almost translucent quality frequently found in redheads. She is a hundred and sixtythree centimeters tall and weighs in at fiftyone kilos. As you can see, from the knees down, her legs are a little short and stubby. This is quite honestly the only negative feature I have been able to find in her body. Have patience and you will see for yourselves."
He turne towards me and said gently: "My dear, would you turn around, please - good - bend over a little. Thank you dear, hold it there"
I feel his hands lifting the dress slowly and with a clear sense of showmanship. "Oh -la-la, what a sight for the gods."
Suddenly I jump from a hard slap to my behind, not from the pain, just the surprise.
"Now ladies and gentlemen see how her skin colors beautifully just from a small slap. One of the many advantages of the redheads tender skin. Julie, please spread you legs a little my dear, like that, good. Bend over a little more, good, that's fine. Now my friends, in between here - relax girl - you can see her cunt - clearly our little Julie is excited with the proceedings it is her own secretions you can here sloshing around."
I felt so embarrassed as they all laughed.
"Turn araound dear, spread you legs, we all would like to admire your cunt in its full glory. Good, very good - now dear Friends the swollen state of her sex and the abundant wetness is of course situatinal and not part of her normal apearance. The noticably pronounced pudenda is however constant and its worth understanding that her slit is normally fairly open. Her inner labia are generally visible. (He spread my cuntlips) She is easily excited and actaually surprisingly moist almost constantly."
He was massaging my slit with the heel of his hand and there was this really loud whooping sound when he took his hand away. Again everybody laughed heartily
He lifted the dress over my head and I could see looks of appreciation from the guests. I felt strangely proud. (I actaully felt prouder there and then than I did when I got my master's degree)
He pinched my nipples and pulled them out hard to make them firmer and more visible over the bracups.
"She uses a C-cup and her nipples are very very sensitive. Aren't they my love?"
He squeezed the nipples hard and made me squirm. It wasn't enough and he suddenly squeezed and twisted so hard that it really hurt and it brought tears to my eyes.
"I think we shall remove this my dear and let your breasts free. Like that. Mybe you could run in place for us my dear, yes, like that, a little faster. There ladies and Gentlemen and slaves, that wonderful bounce certainly must convince you of the firm consistancy of her breasts and indeed of her flesh in general"
After a few more exercises in the same vein came the moment I had been waiting for with eager anticipation but also considerable trepidation.
" Now ladies and gentlemen, we also need to understand something about her pain tolerance and also that supremely aesthetic quality: beauty under the cane! I will use this slender bamboo cane on her breasts. Such a simple but yet effective and handy piece of equipment. A few cuts across her breasts, and a few across her nipples if my aim is good will undoubtedly do the trick."
It did the trick.
I could have gone on to tell you what happened after Theo proclaimed that everybody was of course free to examine me for themselves, but I am getting tired of writing now.
Love,
Julie
onsdag 6. oktober 2010
A morning on collarme
So I've spent yet another unproductive morning on Cm. Not that I am really looking much for new dominants given my calendar is pretty much full anyway. I think the reason I'm there at all is that elusive dream, meeting the perfect Owner. The one who I just see is the one to take me out of my present life and enslave me forever. Seeing a message from him/her/them and get that feeling of a weightless head, like a helium-filled baloon pulling me up towards the clouds, and job, profession, daily worries all become unimportant and meaningless.
All this is at the back of my mind, and I am the one insisting upon reality! Life is a paradox.
Instead i get all those messages that I don't even bother answering anymore, impolite as that may be. All those that talk of slavery, obedience, cages, pain and so on and so on....
I get messages from people who seem to be looking more for an unpaid maid than a sexual and emotional connection. In fact the need for an emotional connection seems to elude most people who proclaim their dominance and willingness to "own" another human very loudly. If people have no emotional attachment to any of their posessions, they are not my kind.
Another thing, and now I am really going to reveal what a snob I am. I may be a slavenature, but i'm also a snob!
Why are there so many people from the lower social-economic demographic on Cm.?
Why are there so many representatives of the idiot side of the culture war here?
Just wondering, that's all....
All this is at the back of my mind, and I am the one insisting upon reality! Life is a paradox.
Instead i get all those messages that I don't even bother answering anymore, impolite as that may be. All those that talk of slavery, obedience, cages, pain and so on and so on....
I get messages from people who seem to be looking more for an unpaid maid than a sexual and emotional connection. In fact the need for an emotional connection seems to elude most people who proclaim their dominance and willingness to "own" another human very loudly. If people have no emotional attachment to any of their posessions, they are not my kind.
Another thing, and now I am really going to reveal what a snob I am. I may be a slavenature, but i'm also a snob!
Why are there so many people from the lower social-economic demographic on Cm.?
Why are there so many representatives of the idiot side of the culture war here?
Just wondering, that's all....
tirsdag 5. oktober 2010
DREAMING
I dream. Night-dream and day-dream. The day dreams are the interesting ones.
I am always naked. My breats are feeling heavy, in my belly there are ants running around. My pussy is moist, soon wet. I am on my knees, thighs spread, my hands are resting on the floor beside me, palms up. my nipples are puckered, bigger than normal and getting hard.
I shiver in anticipation.
In my mind I feel the enormous relief and lightness that comes fromthe ultimate freedom. The real freedom of not acting, thinking, meaning, Just being. Being owned. Being ruled by another.
Just yielding to owners quiet friendly voiced orders. Formulated as requests, but never leaving any doubt that they are precise instructions.
-Lean back, please, and push your hips forward - he says quietly. I would never dream of not doing as he says, because he has by his words decided what I will do.
-Good little girl, he says. He grabs my crotch and feels the smooth skin of the freshly shaved cuntflesh. I delight in feeling the pressure of his firm hand and give a little noise of contentment as I feel two fingers pressing decisively into my cunt.
Leaning back with body and soul in perfect warm happy contentment that my master is taking his pleasure with me I relax and I am about to sink into a state of soft, warm, fluffy happiness when I scream as the sharp cane cuts across my breasts, hurting a nipple with a hard, painfull sting, bringing tears to my eyes and small whimpers to my mouth.
It is followed by a series of cuts criss crossing my belly. He hits hard today, very hard. I know bellyflesh will rise into angry red welts in a few minutes.
the tears are running now and i am crying for real now, and I know this excites my master and that makes me happy.
Suddenly the caning stops, my legs are forced even wider apart and I feel my master entering me and filling my cunt and my lower belly with his cock and I feel every inch of my cuntflesh being massaged and rubbed by his cock and again the special feeling of happiness at being used by my master fills me.
Writing this makes me wet and I will go somewhere and masturbate. All for now folks, hope you enjoyed it!
I am always naked. My breats are feeling heavy, in my belly there are ants running around. My pussy is moist, soon wet. I am on my knees, thighs spread, my hands are resting on the floor beside me, palms up. my nipples are puckered, bigger than normal and getting hard.
I shiver in anticipation.
In my mind I feel the enormous relief and lightness that comes fromthe ultimate freedom. The real freedom of not acting, thinking, meaning, Just being. Being owned. Being ruled by another.
Just yielding to owners quiet friendly voiced orders. Formulated as requests, but never leaving any doubt that they are precise instructions.
-Lean back, please, and push your hips forward - he says quietly. I would never dream of not doing as he says, because he has by his words decided what I will do.
-Good little girl, he says. He grabs my crotch and feels the smooth skin of the freshly shaved cuntflesh. I delight in feeling the pressure of his firm hand and give a little noise of contentment as I feel two fingers pressing decisively into my cunt.
Leaning back with body and soul in perfect warm happy contentment that my master is taking his pleasure with me I relax and I am about to sink into a state of soft, warm, fluffy happiness when I scream as the sharp cane cuts across my breasts, hurting a nipple with a hard, painfull sting, bringing tears to my eyes and small whimpers to my mouth.
It is followed by a series of cuts criss crossing my belly. He hits hard today, very hard. I know bellyflesh will rise into angry red welts in a few minutes.
the tears are running now and i am crying for real now, and I know this excites my master and that makes me happy.
Suddenly the caning stops, my legs are forced even wider apart and I feel my master entering me and filling my cunt and my lower belly with his cock and I feel every inch of my cuntflesh being massaged and rubbed by his cock and again the special feeling of happiness at being used by my master fills me.
Writing this makes me wet and I will go somewhere and masturbate. All for now folks, hope you enjoyed it!
onsdag 15. september 2010
Impotent dominant men
There are some. I have met a few. Before anybody assumes anything - two impotent doms I know are among the greatest doms and most wonderful lovers I know. They are both older, one i know had a bout with prostate cancer. They are both perfectly at ease with their impotence and they know how to deal with me in ways which really makes it unimportant wheather I suck on a hard or a soft penis. I don't mind.
The problem is the man who becomes a so-called dominant and a sadist because he seeks revenge on the whole female sex for his own inadequasies.
Normally i succeed in sussing out the type before I actually meet with them, but this weekend it happened.
A fairly attractive man, good looking and dresses well. has an incompetent hairdresser, but that's not his fault. Well modulated voice, a tiny bit high-pitched. All in all he makes a good first impression as we met in a restaurant. He makes me show myself playing it dangerously close to being discovered bu others and it turns quite exciting. We change information about ourselves and I feel I get to know him a little.
He appears quite commanding, a bit arrogant (quite a few doms are, Its not at all a turn off) We talk about limits and safewords, signals. I get real horny and when he asks I almost leap up to follow him home.
He lives in a small house, he undresses me and leaves me naked on the porch and goes in, locking the door. Once he is inside he turns on the outside lamp really illuminating me, I become highly visible to anybody passing on the street. I kneel down partly covered by the railing, but clearly still visible from the street. An elderly couple out for a stroll pass, see me, hesitate and move on. By the time he lets me in I am practically dripping!
He takes a flogger and warms me all over, by this time he is excited himself and he presses me down on my knees before him, he drops his pants and underpants. He has a mid sized cock, it is semi-hard. He grabs my head commands my moth open to maximum capacity and proceeds to face-fuck me. Hard. And then I start noticing after a while that he is getting softer and softer.
I start to suck hard and for a short while the cock responds, but then - it just goes to sleep!
That is when he gets angry. Its wednesday today. It hurts to walk. I have a terribly bluish-yellowish eye, my entire body is covered in welts and also takes on the complete spectrum of the rainbow colors. He never responded to my safewords or my hand signals.
It was exciting. It ended up being painfilled misery.
I have been with him for the last time.
Shit, its so hard to pick the right ones!!
He seemed so perfect when we corresponded in advance.
The problem is the man who becomes a so-called dominant and a sadist because he seeks revenge on the whole female sex for his own inadequasies.
Normally i succeed in sussing out the type before I actually meet with them, but this weekend it happened.
A fairly attractive man, good looking and dresses well. has an incompetent hairdresser, but that's not his fault. Well modulated voice, a tiny bit high-pitched. All in all he makes a good first impression as we met in a restaurant. He makes me show myself playing it dangerously close to being discovered bu others and it turns quite exciting. We change information about ourselves and I feel I get to know him a little.
He appears quite commanding, a bit arrogant (quite a few doms are, Its not at all a turn off) We talk about limits and safewords, signals. I get real horny and when he asks I almost leap up to follow him home.
He lives in a small house, he undresses me and leaves me naked on the porch and goes in, locking the door. Once he is inside he turns on the outside lamp really illuminating me, I become highly visible to anybody passing on the street. I kneel down partly covered by the railing, but clearly still visible from the street. An elderly couple out for a stroll pass, see me, hesitate and move on. By the time he lets me in I am practically dripping!
He takes a flogger and warms me all over, by this time he is excited himself and he presses me down on my knees before him, he drops his pants and underpants. He has a mid sized cock, it is semi-hard. He grabs my head commands my moth open to maximum capacity and proceeds to face-fuck me. Hard. And then I start noticing after a while that he is getting softer and softer.
I start to suck hard and for a short while the cock responds, but then - it just goes to sleep!
That is when he gets angry. Its wednesday today. It hurts to walk. I have a terribly bluish-yellowish eye, my entire body is covered in welts and also takes on the complete spectrum of the rainbow colors. He never responded to my safewords or my hand signals.
It was exciting. It ended up being painfilled misery.
I have been with him for the last time.
Shit, its so hard to pick the right ones!!
He seemed so perfect when we corresponded in advance.
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