Age DOES play a part...

I was watching Harry Potter on TV today Yes, I know. Such a shocker! But it started me thinking how in all of the fantasy books and stories regarding wizards and users of magic, the strongest, most knowledgeable wizards/witches are those that are older. It's not just that they're stronger. It's that they're wiser and have more control over powers uncomprehensible by those of a younger age.

In the light of this discovery, it turns my attention to real life. It makes me think of those like myself that seek out people older than me to be with, to tie myself with. This very thing is the reason why I prefer to be with someone/people older than myself. That is not to say there aren't those few who are close to my age that I won't be with, but those people are few and far between. I have a very difficult time dealing with the follies of youth. While I understand that I myself have been there and done those foolish things, I prefer to be with someone who can right me when my ship has turned itself in the wrong direction.

Someone who is my age is very rarely going to be able to show me the error of my way because I have little faith that they truly know the right way. That sounds so wrong now that I've written it out, but it's true. If someone is trying to give me advice and they HAVEN'T been down a path similar to mine or the direction I'm heading in, how can they truly understand?

If I am speaking with someone who is older than me, I can be almost certain they've had something similar happen to them at one point in time. They are wiser than I am. They have more control over themself (at least they should have but that is another story entirely). If I have seen the actions of said elder and know them to be of an honorable nature, with my best interest at heart and not just wanting me to do something that may be bad for me but good for them, then I will willingly, without hesitation go that route. Those that do not have my best interest at heart may at first seem sincere, but they always out themselves in the end. The ones that have been in my life the longest are the ones I've realized are there to stay and I couldn't be less happy about it.

I've come to realize over the past month or so how truly lucky I am to have those around me that accept me for the promiscuous piece of gooey girly flesh that I am. There have been those that have tried to mold me in the shape they wished me to be, which is not what I am. Those people are no longer a part of my life. Those that accept me for who I am and love me for being me are the only ones I wish to be surrounded by. In return I guarantee to be the same with them.

If you can be with me while I'm in a sex swing, holding my head up so I don't bend the swing in half while someone else does various dirty things to me, and love me through it all, then you're doing a good job. ;)

Life Is Splended

Someone mentioned to me today that I seem to be extroardinarily happy. After thinking on it for a while, I realized how true this is. The epiphanies I've had recently have re-awakened me, so to speak. I am surrounded by some of the most wonderful people a girl could ever wish for.

My life isn't perfect, nor will it ever be, but for the moment, I am working to better myself and create a business with my associates that could turn into my (dare I say it?) dream job. I have also decided to get a tattoo. The design has yet to be worked out but it will be something small, in a place that I can keep from showing at work so as not to get into trouble there. Depending on how my day job goes, I will be trying to get back into school for spring quarter next year. So, between that and my day job (providing it still exists by the first of the year), the business I'm taking part in, my family and those closest to me kink-wise, I'm a very busy person recently.

Life for me is going well right now. I feel truly happy with where I stand with my loved ones and I just want to say thank you to those that have lifted me up recently and shown me again who I really am. I love you.

The Attunement

The girl traverses through the forest, having left the hilltop behind her with the little girl in her arms and the slave at her side carrying the lead to beastie's cage.

The forest is dark due to the thick foliage of the trees overhead and the air has a comforting feel to it that puts them all at ease, even the beast. Ahead, they see a light amongst the crowding darkness and decide to head towards it. There's no feeling of fear that something dangerous awaits them even though there should be in this unknown place.

Walking towards the light, the trees thin out and they see a beach ahead of them, with the full moon shining brightly overhead. Just outside the tree line, they find an area that has comfortable looking seating and, in unison, they each take a seat with beastie's cage beside them.

They wait patiently, not knowing what is coming but that it will behoove them to do so. Softly, each of them hears a whisper that seems as though someone is standing right beside them except they know there is no one there. This whisper continues and slowly their surprise turns into contentment. Each of them starts to feel fuzzy and warm, as if they are surrounded by their favorite blanket and their eyes start to droop, their heads lolling to the side as they fall into a slumber not of their making.

Upon waking, the girl looks around and notices her companions are not to be seen. This bothers her greatly as she knows that they were there just before she closed her eyes. She looks up to the sky to also find the moon in a different position than it was before. She wonders out loud if perhaps she fell asleep and is startled by the voice that responds. "Yes, my precious girl, you did fall asleep, with a bit of help from me, that is."

She starts and turns to find a shimmering figure walking towards her. As the person draws closer, she can see it is a woman with hair so dark as to almost be made of the sky with pieces shimmering as if the stars have gathered here and there. Her gown is shear, almost as if light from the moon adorns her voluptuous figure. Her eyes are hypnotic, drawing the girl’s attention over and over as she tries to pay attention to the ladies words.

"Where have my companions gone?" she asks the woman.

"They are where they always were. Where they should be. They are all you. You are not multiple people, so why should they stand beside you and not within you?" As the lady responds, she glides toward the girl, almost seeming to dance softly.

"But it is hard to remember a time when they weren't beside me," she says. The girl begins to sway softly in time with the lady’s movements which also appear to mirror the waves of the ocean not too far from them.

"That is because you lost your way for a time. You are finding the path back to where you should be. Back to me and those that love you and wish nothing but the best for you." The lady draws near to the girl and extends her hand. The girl stands and takes it, not knowing where she's going but knowing it doesn't matter, that she is safe as long as the lady is with her.

The lady takes her to a tent further down the beach and leads her inside. From the outside, the tent looks like it is only big enough for two people. On the inside, it opens up to impossibly large depths. Unbeknownst to the girl, they have entered the lady's realm.

The girl stares in amazement at the opulence spread before her and is rendered speechless, her mouth gaping a bit. The lady chuckles, her sultry voice causing the girl to shiver slightly in arousal which draws her attention back to the lady.

The lady smiles at her and turns to continue their journey. She leads the girl to a bedroom fit for a queen. The four poster bed in the center of the room appears as though it has been made from four trees growing just the right distance apart with the curtain rods being connecting branches between them and the bedframe being the same thing. The bedding looks as though it is clouds drawn down from the heavens just for them.

The girl stammers and tries to suggest that she isn't good enough for luxury such as this but the lady's voice fills the girl's head again and she quiets down, letting the lady lead her where she will.

The lady lies down on the bed, drawing the girl to her and kissing her so deeply the girls head spins with arousal. Whispers fill the girls mind as the kiss continues; driving her to heights she had only previously dreamed about. The lady's voice becomes the prominent whisper, advising her she should show the lady how she displays love for those closest to her.

Needing very little encouragement, she releases herself from the kiss, trailing kisses down the lady's neck, down her chest to her breasts. She lingers here, her tongue caressing, her teeth nibbling, her mouth suckling before continuing her journey downwards. Her arms trail down the lady's arms and sides, caressing and creating patterns that swirl across her skin.

The girl takes her time, wanting to make this as perfect as she can until finally she reaches the lady's epicenter, the place she most revers on a woman. She breathes the lady's smell in deeply before plunging into her depths, using her tongue, her lips, her fingers to please as best she can.

Suddenly, she feels hands touch her from behind and she stops her ministrations on the lady, uncertain what she should do. The lady's voice in her head lets her know only that it is the Green Man. She tells the girl that he wishes to own her as well but that it's a good thing. Neither of them are jealous creatures and they desire to share what each of them enjoys.

The girl is overjoyed to hear this and begins anew to display her affections. The Green Man's hand reaches down, feeling between her thighs, to find her significantly ready for him. Positioning himself correctly, he plunges into her, filling her up, taking her, claiming her. She moans into the lady, not able to contain herself.

They spend several hours like this, her pleasing them and they, in turn, pleasing her before snuggling down onto the bed with the girl between them. The lady strokes her hair and the Green man strokes her side. "You have done well, sweet girl," the lady tells her. "You are my child, a child of the moon and sea, the darkness and the forest. You were made for sex. I expect nothing from you other than to love those close to you and show them the way you showed me. In doing this, you please me. There will be other ways for you to display your love for me but those things shall be revealed in time as will the ways you will display your love for the Green Man."

The girl smiles softly, snuggling against them both. She asks the lady if there is a name she can refer to her by when she speaks to others of her. "You may refer to me as The Lady, until such a time as I determine that I shall give you a proper name to use for me. You are not ready for that just yet. You are only beginning on your journey," the lady replies.

"Yes my lady," she murmurs as sleep overtakes her with both the lady's and the Green Man's voices whispering her to the land of dreams.

The girl wakes to find herself at the edge of the woods on a pallet of moss with the sunrise greeting her over the edge of the ocean. She sits up, stretches and yawns and welcomes the new day with a smile. She stands up and looks around to find a path before her that had not been there the night before. She steps onto it and her following stride is full of surety and purpose.

Where the Wilde Things Are

The beginnings are always the most difficult. This is not the beginning for us, though. Always, we have flitted together like two wild things touching to see where we stand and then away we go again. It's a dance between us. The time between this duet and the last has been too far apart and it is telling in the hug we share upon meeting.

As always, my place is behind and slightly to the right of you. It's never a thing of words between us. It simply is. Off we go to start our visit and I am told there is a surprise. I wait as patiently as I can, knowing that you will show me when you feel the time is right. There are a number of scenarios that go through my head during this time as you know my deepest, darkest desires. Desires I have seldom mentioned to anyone.

You mention a dungeon and I am giddy, thinking you are taking me somewhere public. There is another thought threading its way through my psyche wondering how you can do what I know we always do in a public place such as that and so I stay reserved, waiting to see. Very shortly I will find out exactly how wrong I was in my original assessment of your hint.

The house we pull up to is out of site of the road and is gorgeous. I'm glad I've decided to wear a dress and heels. It would not do me well to be seen at less than my best at your side.

We are led in and introduced. As soon as we have finished this, you lead me downstairs to the dungeon, which is indeed impressive. It appears this is to be a private play party. I am told to strip, which is done immediately, and then I am blindfolded and led to a stand which has cuffs attached for the wrists and ankles, causing my hands to be bound above my head and my legs to be spread wide.

My breathing immediately shallows in anticipation and desire. It has been too long since I have been in an environment which breathed as this one does. I feel the lash of your whip across my back and ass, causing me to make those chirps and squeals I'm well known for. I hear someone enter and sounds of approval come from those entering. You ask me if I can still handle as intense a session as I used to. I answer breathlessly that there is only one way to find out. Your amused laughter lets me know I have done well thus far.

You keep up your ministrations until you are satisfied that I am well warmed up for the continuation of the evening. You release me, not taking off the blindfold, and lead me over to the couch nearby and place me on my knees between the legs of the host for the evening, advising that I should be pleasing him since has been so gracious. I proceed with much excitement because it has been so long since I could be as free as you are allowing me to be tonight.

After a time, I am pulled away and led next to the host, to his spouse, who is eagerly awaiting my attentions. Here, I am in my element. Here I am confident in my abilities. Here, I am yours and must obey the instructions given me. You have my complete trust. I and the other girl provide the evening’s entertainment. I please her downstairs and then we are led upstairs where I am taken to a swing. Once placed in the swing, I now have the ability of being pleasing to more than one person.

Between her and others between my legs and my mouth pleasing others, I begin to lose track of time. I am floating and happily being used by you as you see fit those that appreciate what I have to give. At least I am floating until the swing turns under me and I almost fall halfway out. Luckily you are right there to catch me, showing me that you are watching over me.

The evening continues until you decide it is time for us to head home. The following days after this continue with a freedom I seldom am able to achieve. The time when I have to leave comes with a sadness that takes me by surprise and it is then I vow to not let our dance go with so long an interlude again.

There is more I might add to this but some of those memories I feel are mine alone to keep and should be kept that way. Maybe one day you'll be privy to them, but that won't be today.

Post-Dragon*Con Memories

Ok, so, it's a week past the beginning of DragonCon and I'm just now getting to writing my blog about it. It's taken me this long just to come back down to earth and to reality enough to write many of the memorable things that happened. For those that don't pay attention, I LOVE DragonCon. It. Is. Awesome.

Friends picked me up Thursday morning and we all headed down to check in to the hotel, get our badges and settle in for the evening and prepare ourselves for the weekend. When we got in line for our badges, the pre-register line was approximately 2/3 of the way full. About five-ten minutes of standing there, they called the first initial of my last name as one of the empty lines so I was able to skip ahead, much to the dismay of my line buddies.

After badge procurement came food... and then drinking. I didn't drink THAT much but I did drink enough. I followed my roomies down to the balcony of the Hyatt (where we stayed at this year) and generally caroused with them. During the course of the evening, people came and went. One particular person, who will henceforth be known as psychohosebeast, began talking to me and seemed an interesting sort of fellow. He asked me to go to his room and get his cigarettes while he went to the restroom. I do NOT like doing this type of thing for strangers but as my friends were right there, I figured things would be ok. I couldn't find the guys stuff, so I came back down to give him his key, only to find all of my friends had left.

I couldn't just leave with the guy's room key, so I waited for him to get back. This is when things got weird. There was some kid (early twenties if that and golly if I don't feel old referring to someone as "kid") that was hitting on psycho dude. At first psycho dude referred to the kid as if he didn't know him from Adam. As the night wore on, he started referring to the kid as his nephew... Things continued in their strangeness and I continued to look for a way to relieve myself of the situation without causing more of one. Finally he zoned out and I was able to sneak off and find the nice gentlemen in suits that helped run the hotel to escort the guy back to his room.

So. By the time I made it back to my room, it was 6am. What a slam-bang start to this year's Dragon*Con, eh? So, I wake up at 9:30 after sleeping on the floor because it was the first open spot I could find and I'm still not quite sober. The peeps in the adjoining room were up and awake so I drug myself over to their room and grabbed a spot in the bed. I finally caught another hour’s worth of sleep and after a shower and some protein (the kind made of ham... really yummy ham I might add); I started feeling more humanish again. At least as human as I ever feel that is.

After speaking with my friends about them NOT EVER LEAVING ME WITH THE CRAZY PERSON AGAIN, we figured out that they had mistaken my leaving for me going back to the room, not what had happened. All in the clear again, I headed down with my buddy to check out the dealers rooms right after they opened. This is where the biggest highlight of the weekend presented itself. I. Got. To. Meet. TOM SAVINI!!!!!! goes off into a fit of puddly school girl squeeing This man is the most H.A.W.T and awesome fantastical person I have ever met. goes into another fit of fangirl squeeism Not only did I meet him, but I also got my picture taken with him. I think I wet my panties at that point.

Then it was time to wander. I wander a LOT during Dragon*Con. I don't take tons of pics like others do but I do get a few here and there. Friday night was the FetLife Meet & Greet, held at Trader Vic's. I have nothing but good things to say about Owynn who put the entire thing together. Trader Vic's on the other hand... didn't listen when they were told how many people would be showing up and then proceeded to put us on the patio. In the humidity. Where the smokers could smoke. Seeing as how I had been around smokers the night before and my asthma had hated me for that, it was becoming especially intolerant of the combination of smokers and humidity this night.

I retreated inside and found a nice comfy seat on the stairs just inside the doors where some wonderful people stopped and sat and chatted with me. I also got the most wonderful foot rub of the entire weekend. After a bit inside, I was asked to come back outside, so I did for a bit, before I had to retreat inside again. This time I took some peeps in with me and we found a nice comfy seat on the floor and talked for a good long while before realizing the meet and greet was over and heading upstairs to find more comfortable seating.

After good company, it was time to head to bed and start day 3 of Dragon*Con. Saturday morning, a friend and I went to the walk of fame, you know, where all the famous peeps are, and I was able to meet the crew of Eureka & Warehouse 13 (more awesome people btw). Afterwards I went to the Tom Savini panel, which was AWESOME (I'll have to count later how many times I've said awesome in this blog). The only drawback was that I developed a headache at some point during it, so I went back to the room afterwards and laid down to try to get over it. Afterwards, I got some most excellent snuggleage from a wonderful friend.

I headed off to the FetLife panel only to end up with another headache, this one because of someone's perfume. I was escorted back to my room to make sure I got there ok (the headache was verging on a migraine). This sucked because I was so looking forward to the panel and getting to know more kinky people. This ended Saturday on a slow note.

Sunday was another day for people watching and seeing panels on DCTV that had lines entirely too long for my patience to handle. I got more awesome cuddles on this day, because yes, I am addicted to touch. I know this makes people VERY sad to hear. That night was the pirate’s ball, held in the Westin, which I had never been in before. I fell into love/lust with this hotel the instant I stepped into it. My friends and I stayed at the ball a short time before heading off to explore the hotel.

This hotel is reportedly the tallest hotel in the western hemisphere with 70 floors of guest rooms. The hotel is a tower essentially with all of the rooms facing outwards. This means there are no views from the hallways. The hotel employees were very nice and let us go up to the 72nd floor, where the hotel restaurant (the Sun Dial) is located. The elevators open up to a conservatory floor with telescopes to view the city with and poles which have labels on them to show you which direction you are looking.

It was night and the lights of the city shown very brightly, like glittering jewels out into the distance. Looking out at the city from such a great height was an experience I won't forget for a lonnnng time. It had a very heady and arousing effect on me. Apparently I also became frisky after getting back downstairs. The evening is a bit blurry after going up to that restaurant. On thinking of it later, I realized I just might have a fetish for heights. LOL.

Monday was uneventful as that was the day I came back home and started having to reintegrate myself into the real world. It took me most of the week but I think I'm mostly there finally. There are moments that were not spoken of here, out of respect for the involved parties. I know that this will disappoint a few people but that is how it is. I'm sure there are also other things I've missed but that tends to happen from time to time.

To some people, this may not seem like a very interesting spectacle and there is no adequate description of Dragon*Con. It is something one must experience to understand. It is not purely science fiction. It is for geeks of every variety. This was also only my experience from my perspective so take that as you well.
nods and bows out of the room

What to Say?

Writing. What to write? How to write it? When to say it? Will what I write offend anyone in my close circle?

These are the questions that run through my head each time I sit down to write out my thoughts and feelings. Sometimes I can border on the cold hearted bitch side of the line and I prefer not to be that way. To not do so, I filter everything I say or write, trying to find the best wording to get across my point without seeming scathing or downright rude. What I think and feel are my own and are not anyone else's opinions and thoughts and feelings. What I say will not be approved by all. This is not why I write.

I write because I have to. No, it's more than that. I NEED to write. It comes from the depths of my soul. It comes from a spot that is sacred to me that can be harmed by no person. It just is. I have been told when writing, not to fear that my words will upset someone because I won't be able to have everyone in the world like me. I know this. It is a realization I have come to terms with. That doesn't mean I can't try to say what I want but also do it in such a way that it shouldn't be considered offensive. Anyone that finds my writings offensive can just fuck off.

Ok. Now down to the nitty gritty of tonight's session. I find myself being tugged along an unknown spiritual path with no way of knowing how to even begin. I don't know how to describe it other than as a tug to my soul. It is a need, a pull; a... words fail me yet again when trying to describe it. I've felt it for years, off and on. I've never really mentioned it until now because it would go away for a time and then come back, only to go away again. The tugging now is becoming adamant that I pay attention. That I not let my feelings of sounding insane sway me from finding the path that leads me out of the mist of ignorance.

It is going to take much work to achieve what is needed. I know this. I accept it. I welcome it with open arms. Now if I could just find the damned door that opens to the right path. I've felt so long that I'm missing something. That there is something I am supposed to be doing. It gnaws at my brain, gaining ground on my giving attention to it. It is not so much the "What is my purpose?" question, as most people think of it. This is different. This feels more like a task. Or a quest of some sort. Only I haven't been given the assignment. I'm supposed to find it before I can accomplish it and it has sat dormant too long and so now it is smacking me upside the head saying that NOW is the time to do what I need to do.

I don't know where this is leading or what the end result will be, but I'm sure it will be full of adventure and wonders I never could have imagined when I was younger or even now.

A Moment of Time with You

It's a Thursday night and I find myself alone, once again, sitting in front of the computer with the TV going for background noise. I decide that I can't let this become a habit and shut down the computer in search of more captivating activities.

Shoes and jacket on, I head down to the coffee shop on the corner, not far from my house. It's a small town and everything is close together, making it easier for some things and more difficult for others. The good part about it is that it is a tourist attraction and so we do get a nice variety of people which keeps things interesting.

I let the staff know I want my usual and find my seat in the corner of the shop, watching people as they pass through town, on their way to the inn or the bed-and-breakfast on the edge of town. Cuddled against the chill of the evening, they never see my jealousy at their nearness with each other.

The sunset here rivals any that could be found anywhere. At least that is the way I feel about it as I watch the pinks and purples swirl together at the edge of the sky. Becoming absorbed in my thoughts and the colors of the sky, I don't realize you've entered until you're sitting across from me, watching me, waiting to see how long it will take me to come out of my reverie.

Startled, I squeal, nearly upending the table along with myself and the chair I'm sitting in. You laughingly help to make sure nothing falls off and let me regain my composure before speaking. The energy that is always between us seems to crackle in the silence, sparking and pulling us towards each other.

It felt like it had been way too long since you had visited last, and indeed, it had been longer between this and the last one than is normal. I try to catch my breath, having difficulty with that as I always do when I'm near you. I refresh my memory of you, letting my eyes roam over your smiling face, your eyes shining so brightly, full of mirth and happiness. Your hair is longer than I remember it being last, so rich and full of life. I love to run my hands through it, letting its softness trail over my skin.

"You look healthy," I say softly, not sure if I should proceed further or what has happened to you while you've been gone. I never am, but it's one of the things that draw me to you. Your vitality is something that amazes me and I love the stories you tell of your travels and those you encounter along the way.

"I am. You look like you could use some company." You look at me appraisingly, as always, seeing more of me than anyone else ever has or ever cared to. I've never known how you could know me so well even though we get these too short moments with each other. You suggest going back to my place and I only now realize your baggage sitting beside your chair.

Remembering my manners, I get up and throw away my now empty cup, turning to pick up some of your bags. You give me the look you always do, letting me know I'm making things too difficult again, then lift up the handles and start rolling them towards the door, expecting me to follow. I always follow you. I could do nothing else where you are concerned.

We walk back to the house and I turn on the light in the foyer before stepping back to let you through the door. Setting down your bags, you close the door and turn to me, the burn in your eyes showing brightly now that we're alone. My hands move of their own accord, caressing the sides of your face, and then I move in to hug you, my face pressing into your neck, breathing in the smell of you.

I shudder with the depth of emotion I feel at being this close to you once again. Your smell invades me and takes over until I can smell nothing else but your scent. The scent that takes me under so deeply I feel like I'll never resurface. Your arms wrap around me and hold me close; giving me the touch I need so badly and get so rarely. My need and my desire for you climb to the surface so quickly I am swept away by them. Only your hand, which has crept up to grab a handful of hair at the base of my neck, reminds me where I am.

You pull my head back, reaching in to kiss me deeply, that simple act taking me, making me yours. Your lips seem softer than I remember and I lose myself even further into the kiss, letting you take it where you will. I am yours, with every breath, with every touch. "It doesn't matter where you go or who you are with. I am yours," I whisper, knowing it to be the deepest truth there could ever be.

"I love you," you whisper back, knowing those are just the words I needed to hear, before pulling back and taking your bags into the bedroom. I gather myself and head to the kitchen to make tea for us, pulling out your favorite snacks that I keep on hand for those impromptu visits you are known for making.

Setting the tea on the table, we get settled on the couch, snuggling against each other and filling each other in on what has happened during our time apart. This only makes the hunger for you stronger, but that is what you expected and you keep the conversation going until you can see I won't last much longer.

Taking my hands, you stand and pull me up, leading me to the bedroom. We walk through the door and you close the door behind us and tell me to change into the outfit you have placed in the bathroom. I walk in to find a gown of the most diaphanous fabric I have ever laid eyes on, hanging on the bathroom door. It shimmers in the light, such a dark red as though it were made of rubies.

In awe of your abilities to find such beautiful things, I change and then head back into the bedroom. The smell of fresh cut roses washes over me and the soft light of strategically placed candles washes over the room, creating dancing shadows in the air and against the walls. It makes it difficult to tell what is real and what is not. This is how you intended it and I make my way to the bed, not knowing which direction you will come from.

To my surprise, you are already on the bed, my hands feeling your soft skin first and then I see the glint of your eyes further up. "If you want me, come and get me my love," you say, teasing me with your voice. Knowing this for what it is, I plan on taking my time, teasing you ever bit as much as you tease and tantalize me.

My hands caress your legs, trailing kisses upwards behind them. My hair flows down and hides my face from you, leaving you to guess what will come next. I caress and kiss my way up your stomach, finding every inch of you has been uncovered while I was changing. The feel of you so soft under my fingers, I linger as long as I can before I have to move forward, to feel more of you. Every inch is as soft as or softer than the last.

I inch ever forward until I reach your lips and, kneeling over you, I kiss you deeply and passionately, showing my desire for you with my actions. No words are needed here in this room. I kiss my way down the side of your face to your neck. My teeth trail against pale skin, sinking in softly and causing you to moan and arch against me, your arms wrapping around me and holding me there.

I add a growl to the bite and feel you quiver under me, the scent of your arousal overcoming the roses. My right hand trails down to your breast, finding your nipple hard and erect already. My mouth follows, finding the nipple and licking it with the tip of my tongue before sucking on it, making you moan more under me.

My hand continues its path downwards, finding your nexus and lightly, my fingers play over you and cause you to squirm. My fingers move in closer to find you wet and ready, your clit firm and begging for attention. Knowing this, my mouth moves down to help my fingers. My fingers move to give my mouth room, making a place for them inside your pussy.

I lick and stroke your clit with my tongue, my fingers finding that special spot inside that you like them to touch so well. I know when I've found the right spot by your reactions. Your muscles clench my fingers as you arch against me, your hands in my hair, holding me fast against you. Your breathing quickens and your moans become mixed with whimpers as you rise higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge. Tonight is about you and I intend to make you enjoy every moment.

You get ever so close and I pull back, watching your breathing slow just a bit before beginning my assault anew, taking you ever higher. My left hand trails back up to your breast, caressing your nipple, causing more sensations to melt you further.

I continue teasing you until finally you can't take it anymore and growl at me to finish it. I plunge my fingers inside, stroking that spot as my mouth and tongue attack your clit, taking on a furious pace. You quickly ride to the edge and then over, bucking against me, your hands tangled in my hair and your cries lifting into the night air.

I continue, taking you over the edge again and again until I can feel you tiring and then I slowly bring you back down, letting you float as long as you wish. I snuggle against you, softly moving your hair out of your face and kissing your cheek. "You are wonderful and I am so lucky to have these moments with you. I love you," I tell you, my eyes drooping with sleepiness and knowing that the time you are with me will be filled with wonderful and spontaneous unforgettable moments like this.

Catching Up Gets Longwinded

Oh. My. Gawds. I'm 29 years old. Where has time gone? 30 is right around the corner and I don't feel like a "youngin" anymore. As far as birthdays go though, it's not been the most thrilling. I pulled a muscle in my upper back so I was laid up on the couch, taking all sorts of medications to help and being waited on hand and foot by my husband.

Then a couple days later, he MADE me a cake. Strawberry with strawberry icing. My almost favorite of favorites cake (my grandmother makes my absolute favorite and he doesn't have that recipe so I can't really hold that against him). I was actually saddened by the fact that his cake was better than the last two I had made. I blame it on the oven. Then, this weekend, he bought me the expansion to one of my games as my birthday present.

Looking back, aside from back/neck/shoulder area muscle spasms so bad I was crying, I actually had a damned good birthday. Not to mention all the most awesome people on twitter wishing me happy birthday. TwistedDave made me a present too, that I can't get until I see him next. Oh. And there is also the fact that I was given my Quest last night to join Lady Ru'etha's circle of chosen. I am very happy and excited and thrilled about this. (Did I mention I'm totally psyched about it?)

I know that I have been very lax about being on FetLife recently and I know that my writings seemed to have gotten farther and fewer between. That will be changing. I will be writing at the very least, once a week. Most likely more. This is a good thing.

I also found out today that I'll be getting my annual review this coming Tuesday. I was a little nervous about it before because of some upheaval during the past year. I also realize that I was able to dig up several things I have done well to add to my review but now that I have the actual date, nervousness is setting in. I can't help but worry if I didn't do something I should have or if I did something I shouldn't have or if I did something incorrectly. I know the saying is that no news is good news; however, with no input, I still worry greatly over my performance. I guess we'll see how it goes.

I have decided that I'm actually 22 this year, not 29, that way I can go back to 21 next year and stay there for the next undeterminable amount of years to come. In the last year and a half, I have had soooo much happen. I broke up with someone. I became a mother. I got a girlfriend and a boyfriend (at the same time and yes they are current). My circle of friends stood up to show me how much they care for me.

Lady Ru'etha was very truly right in saying that I have a lot of upheaval and calm all at the same time. I have no idea quite how I manage to walk the wire that keeps everything in check. I just know that perspective is everything and in so many ways, my life is more full than I could have ever hoped for when I was younger. I love my life. I love my friends and I love those of you that are closer to me than just friends. You know who you are. Thank you.

And with that having been said, this has turned into a longer writing than I had intended. I guess that's what happens when I don't write for long periods of time. I am ending it here for tonight and will meet you all again the next time I log in. Good night and stay safe, wherever you are.

Dinner and a Feast of the Sensations

It has jokingly been said by people that my phone is a growth, as it is always at my side. Little do they know that I have it at my side so I don't miss a phone call. This day in particular, I would have cried had I missed a call as it is the day I received the call saying you are coming into town and I should be prepared and waiting for you when you arrive.

I successfully escaped my cubicle early that afternoon and head home to ready myself. After bathing and taking care of the other necessities, I pull out the pink knee length dress you bought for my birthday. The fabric feels so soft against my skin and I love to wear it. Next to come are the thigh highs, which are so silky I have to take my time, luxuriating in the texture as they caress my legs.

I pull my hair up on both sides, so that it stays up and out of my face, showing off my slender neck along with the necklace and earrings. For this evening, I have chosen a slender necklace with a circle in the middle, attached to the necklace by two more circles. The earrings are almost dream catchers, with only minor differences and both the earrings and necklace are made of silver so they glitter in the soft light.

You have advised me to not wear any perfume as you prefer my natural scent. With such having been done, I head to the kitchen to finish making dinner as I know you'll be hungry when you arrive. I had started a pot roast that morning, with potatoes, onions and carrots. Checking on it, I find that it will be ready just in time.

The key in the lock cues me in to you opening the door and I turn with the ladle still in my hand from where I had served dinner. Setting it down, I turn to find myself caught up in your arms, your kiss setting my lips aflame, the heat travelling through my system. Letting me loose, you pull out my chair, seating me before seating yourself.

I wait for you to eat first and seeing your smile, I know that you are enjoying it and that I may eat as well. We talk and let dinner settle before I excuse myself to powder my nose. I hear shuffling from the other room and guess that you are bringing your stuff in and getting comfortable.

I finish cleaning up from dinner and head to the bedroom to find you have indeed gotten yourself comfortable, transforming it into the perfect place for fantasies to be created and brought to life. Candles lit provide a warmth no electric light can bring to a room. Soft sheets adorn the bed with other necessities set off to the side, on the bench against the wall.

Closing the door to shut out the rest of the world, I turn back to you. You walk over and your hands caress either side of my face, weaving themselves into my hair and bringing my eyes up to yours. Ever so softly, you reach back and touch my button. Instantly I am yours, pliable and soft, entranced by your touch and your voice. You order me to strip down to my thigh highs and heels and face the wall. I have no will to defy you and so I do, my hand bracing myself against the wall.

You are behind me now, your hands gathering memories of how my skin feels before you come in closer, your cock bouncing against my ass cheek with your excitement. You place the blindfold over my eyes, taking that sense away from me ad whispering, you tell me of how you had imagined yourself in one of my stories, of how you enjoyed that image very much. Your hand hits my ass cheek just as you bite my neck, taking me in a way that few would understand.

I am led to the bed and turned before being shoved onto it. Ever so slowly, you start taking my chakra powers, taking each drop and draining my will so that there is nothing left but you. You become my will. Combinations of sensations override my ability to reason and I am left a floating quivering mass of jelly. Then the sensations subside.

You explain everything you are doing and will do as you are doing them. Next comes the cupping. The sensation is intense and causes me to float higher, no will left but for yours. The ability to say yes Sir or no Sir you have left for my safety. You slide the cups around on my back creating interspersing circles of flesh, before finally removing them, each one letting out a soft "POP" as the suction is released.

You roll me onto my back, drawing the chakra symbols before lighting each one on fire and then wiping it out, giving me my powers back each time. The last one lights my nipples on fire, which I find a fascinating sight. It seems like this one lasts for a long time, even though I know it only lasts a moment before it too is wiped away.

Lying on the bed beside me, you stroke my hair and kiss me deeply, your hand going between my thighs, feeling how wet I am. You get up and change position so that you can taste me, licking in thick, long, sure strokes. Seeing your cock so close, I reach over and take the length of you into my mouth, my tongue undulating around it, sucking on you as I do so. I can't help but try to drive you as crazy as you are driving me.

Finally, you back away and lie down on the bed, cueing me in as to what you want next. Crawling slowly up from the bottom of the bed, I let my hair drag across your legs, the sensation of that combining with my hands softly making their way up your thighs before stroking you for a moment. I climb on top, glowing from the energy exchange. Your cock feels so good embedded deeply inside me that I don't want to stop. That feeling of fullness can't be found any other way than having you inside me.

I rock just right so that you are hitting that spot that sends me over the top every time and can't stop myself from coming, my juices flowing down your cock, my energy wafting out and over you, carrying you over the edge with me.

Floating and drifting, we finally come back to earth to find there are chocolates and wine waiting on our attentions with more energy shared betwixt us in the process, before finally we curl up together, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

The Task

Knowing my task for the day must be accomplished before the end of the work day, I make my way to the bathroom on the floor of the building that is empty. My mind is already distanced from my surroundings as I enter the girls restroom and head to the stall with the most room. My hand is already sliding down my skirt as I enter, forgetting to lock the door behind me.

I raise my knee length skirt to my waist and pull my panties down to my knees. My eyes close as I place my hand against the cool tile wall to hold myself as my other hand reaches down between my legs, my fingers working my clit slowly at first as my imagination takes over. The feel of the silken thigh highs only increases my pleasure as my dampness increases.

Trying to keep quiet just in case anyone does happen to walk in is not working well as my fingers make wet sounds deep within my pussy, causing my clit to rise up and let me know it is there, aching to be touched and stroked. I oblige, making more wet sounds as my pleasure increases.

Suddenly, just as my frenzy is increasing, I hear the stall open and footsteps walk up behind me. I instantly freeze and turn my head to see who has interrupted my task. A blindfold is placed over my eyes before I can ascertain who it is and a hand pushes my head to face the wall once more. The blindfold is tied so that I cannot see anything and then hands reach down to undo the buttons on my blouse, exposing me to the cool air surrounding us. My nipples harden, and I can feel my thighs become increasingly damp.

"Did you think I would miss this, my precious? I know you too well and know what time you would choose to do this. I'm the one that made the suggestion. Do you not remember?" I shake my head, trying to remember when it was said, and fail, realizing it must have been placed as a post-hypnotic suggestion. This causes the reaction he was expecting has his hand reaches down to caress my ass cheek and he chuckles, hearing my sharp intake of air.

He gives me a light tap on first one cheek and then the other before settling in to make my ass the nice red color he prefers. Not knowing if he's locked the door or not makes everything that much sharper, that much more pleasurable and my moans turn to whimpers as I stand there, taking the ministrations of his hands.

His hands stop to carress each cheek, moving down to my thighs and then up the inside, checking my wetness to verify my reactions. "Good girl. You have responded VERY well. I think it's time for a treat." I hear him unbuckle his belt, unzip his zipper and then the slither of his pants as they slide down his legs.

My hips move of their own accord, rotating back towards him, as if urging him to hurry and fill me, ease the aching he has created. I feel his hands steady my hips, his cock pressing against my ass crack as he leans against me. "We're doing this in MY time, little one. Not yours. Remember who is in charge. Who is ALWAYS in charge."

"You, Sir. I am yours to do with as you will. I belong to you." I still my body, knowing he is waiting for my obedience before continuing. "Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience." I repeat my mantra over and over, standing still with him continuing to press his cock against me, reigning my impatience in with all of my will.

He moves, sliding his cock down and into me, thrusting hard and taking me fast, with no hesitation, no reluctance, no compassion to any discomfort I may be feeling. My moans and whimpers spur his passion as he continues to thrust, taking me and claiming me as his own. He pushes me against the tile, continuing to fuck me, causing me to cry out and push against him, losing any control of myself. He stirs the slut in me to beg him for more, to beg him never to stop.

He does not stop, even after causing me to cum for him over and over again, my cries reverbrating throughout the room. Eventually the only thing I can do is to beg him to take his pleasure of me. I am his to use, his to do with as he wishes. He growls in my ear, signalling me that he is getting close to his release and thrusts faster and harder than he had before. He moves my blouse off of my shoulder and bites down hard, causing me to cry out and cum again, my muscles clenching him as he cums as well.

Spent, we stand there for a few minutes, catching our breath. Finally he moves, taking a cloth over to the sink and wetting it. He brings it back, wiping me down, cleaning me up so that I can return to work as presentable as we can make me. Sitting me on the counter, he looks at me. "I guess it's a good thing I remembered to lock the doors, isn't it, my precious?"

Giggling, I blush. "Yes, Sir, I believe it is." My cheeks are flushed and my eyes are glassy as I look at him and smile the lopsided smile of afterglow. "Now then. YOU need to get back to work, and I have errands that must be completed. Be a good girla nd work hard for the rest of the day. Perhaps we can find another treat for you to have this evening?" He reaches down and kisses me deeply before letting me go and leaving the restroom.

I wait a few moments and then leave, taking the stairs back down to my floor, so that I have an excuse for the flushed cheeks. Everyone asks why I'm smiling so brightly. If only they knew.

Words of Affirmation

I was preparing myself for bed this evening when it struck me that I simply must write what I'm thinking or else I would never get to sleep. So here I am, instead of heading to bed, typing this out. Tomorrow's going to be a fun day.

You never know how your words will affect someone. For some people, words of affirmation aren't just a want. They are a necessity. Take me, for example. If all you do is critisize me, saying you love me won't do jack shit for me. In fact, all it will do is make me want to be around you less and less. If however, that 'I love you' is interspersed with words of affirmation, then I know everything is indeed hunky dory and I will continue on my merry way, striving to reach perfection as hard as I can. If you constantly call me a brat or say my work needs improvement, my attitude and the quality of whatever work I am doing will lower to those standards. If you tell me that I did a wonderful job, even if one or two small things were done incorrectly and that you know I can do better next time, I will strive to achieve that level that you wish for me.

When I am in what I call my submissive mode, I am a serious good girl. I want to please and be pleasing. If all I get is critisism, or if I don't realize it is said in play, then I will take it seriously and believe that I have failed in my duties to please and be pleasing. I do not like humiliation. Sometimes critisism can be used as a humiliation tactic. Be careful of this when playing with someone who does not do well with humiliation as it can hurt more than being hit beyond the pain threshold.

I say all of this simply to urge you to say something nice to someone around you at least once a day. You never know how it might brighten their spirits and raise them from whatever depths they may be in.

There. I think I can go to bed now. Good night everyone and pleasant dreams.

One Wish

You know that question about what would you most wish to do before you die, so that you don't have any regrets? Well, I've thought about this many times over the years, and I've come to realize there really is only one thing that I have a burning desire to do that I haven't done yet.

I want to be an attendant of a masquerade ball. A real one with fancy rennessaince outfits with masks and everything. That is what I want the most. I wouldn't want to go with anyone because I wouldn't want to know who anyone was. I would want to see if I could discover those I know closely, on my own. I also wouldn't want them to know what I'd be wearing. I think a large part of the fun of it would be the anonymity. The possibilities abound within this landscape. Now this isn't to say I don't want those close to me there... Just that I want to be able to find them out in my own way. grins and pictures the many various ways this could be possible

I've never had the opportunity to be a part of something like this and it just... well, I could die a happy woman if I had that chance.

Frolicon: The Extended Post (Maybe a bit TLDR after all...)

So many things happened in 40 hours that I'm hard pressed to write it all in something that isn't TLDR. I suppose that with this being the case, I'll just have to hit the highlights of my weekend and since it would take me all week to put everyone's names in here, please don't be offended if you are mentioned specifically. Those who were involved know who they are and I hope they know by now how much I love and appreciate them.

I got there Thursday night after work and was immediately immersed into a group of people that are some of the most wonderful that I have the greatest fortune to be close to. On top of that, I ran into another person that I'm thrilled to say I'm close to.

That night ended up blurring into a daze as bite after bite was placed upon my neck and nails were dug into my back and kilts danced in front of my eyes. Ah, kilts, they are a marvelous invention. There was also the elevator moment when I got pressed against the back of it and ravished for the short time we were alone (YUMMY!). And then a bite was placed upon my neck and a growl accompanying it sent my mind into a spin and that was when I officially became a puddle of melty girly goo. We trailed downstairs to the white couch of comfyness with me sitting in the floor up against one of my favorite people. About that time, a couple of other people I am happy to have met wandered by and stopped to cuddle for a few minutes before heading to bed. That was a lovely and wonderful surprise as well.

(I notice that I seem to be saying wonderful a lot. You'll just have to deal with that because there are only so many synonyms one can come up with for that word and my brain isn't functioning enough to think of them right now.)

I ended up being almost literally poured into bed that night and the following morning woke up still blissful from the previous evenings events. Much teasing was had between myself and another that day with more nails and more biting throughout the day involved. Then there was the accidental trancing of the waitress at dinner which resulted in the mishandling of my drink order and caused much laughter once we realized what happened.

A bit later there was the accidental trancing (or not so accidental on his part, I'm not sure about that yet, although I'm coming to suspect it not to be quite so accidental as I might have thought previously giggles and melts again) of the evening between someone and myself and also play time in the dungeon/play party with someone that caused me to go from puddle of melty girly goo to multiple puddle of melty girly goo and I had to be helped to the room because there was no way I would have made it on my own.

I had thought that night that I was still at least somewhat together, but that apparently isn't the case because I squee glomped someone when I thought I only snuggled up to them (which is perfectly ok, mind you) and then someone else fondled my breasticles and I have no working memory of that happening either! Ah well. The things that happen when we're all mind fuzzy happy. giggles

Saturday morning was a bit melancholy for me as I knew I had to go home that afternoon and leave the warm happiness I had become so close to so quickly. Before I left, though, there was some private trance time that was had which was QUITE enjoyable, if I do say so myself. And then to top it off, the shower after.. just.. mmmmm giggles and gets distracted Oh wait.. continues writing

I got my last minute cuddle time in with everyone while I could and said my goodbyes and made my way home. And even as long as this post is, there is still MORE that was not even put into this.

Frolicon

Oh wow. What can I say about this weekend? I had to come home yesterday but I got to stay from Thursday through yesterday morning/mid day and the experiences I had were just absolutely delicious.

I don't know how much I can speak of here and so I won't mention much until I've found out what is ok to post and what isn't. What I can say though, is that I actually classified myself as a multiple puddle of melty girly goo because I couldn't keep my feet on mutliple occasions. Luckily I had some awesome people holding me up and kept me from just completely becoming one with the floor.

This reaction is NOT due to any drinking or anything like that either. It's all due to stimuation of the mind/body in a few different ways, but combined into an exotic blend of feelings that causes the mind to become fuzzy and the bones to melt and is just... There is no truly descriptive way to make someone who hasn't been there understand.

I don't think I've ever squeed as much or squeaked/chirped/whimpered/moaned/made other yummy noises as I did this weekend.. at least not in memorable history. I remember at one point, I got into an elevator at the hotel and was like "YAY! Happy people!" The response I got was "YAY! Sexy people!" So I responded "YAY! Shiny, happy, sexy people!" The general consensus from everyone was one of agreement so I squeed. As this was a rather unexpected reaction, it caused much laughter to ensue which just made things even better. I also got to renew acquaintances with a wonderful friend I hadn't seen in a long time.

I am SOOOO grateful for those that are close to me and for those that I became close/er to this weekend and I hope that those people understand how truly special they are to me.

The whole experience was very unforgetable and I know for a fact that I will be going over certain things that happened and just reliving them a bit in my head for my own enjoyment and shiverage for quite a while.

Speaking of which... trails off as she gets distracted by memories of the weekend

The Meeting Place

Sitting on the couch, the girl puts on her headphones and starts the recording that will lead her on a journey of self discovery and who knows what other wonderous events.

The recording starts by taking her to her safe place, as it always does, reassuring her that no one can hurt her here, that she is where she belongs, that she is home.

From there it leads to a path in a garden with a three tiered fountain on the right and a grove of oak trees on the left. The leaves on the trees are the warm color of fall, with a carpet of them already on the ground.

She walks off the path and into the grove, the leaves crinkling under her bare feet. In the middle of the grove, is a clearing with a blanket already laid down in the center.

The sky above is clear blue with the sun shining bright and warm. On the blanket, is a picnic basket filled with delicious finger foods and something to drink.

Seeming as if it was put there just for her, she settles herself with her gossamer robes surrounding her and begins to partake of the light feast.

Once she has assuaged her hunger, she lies back on the blanket and doses until she notices a shadow fall across her. Looking up, she sees a man standing there. On any normal day, in any other place, she would have been frightened. Here and now, she is comforted by his presence and knows he does not mean her harm.

He settles himself beside her, lieing on his side and curling himself around her. His touch feels as familiar as her own skin, as if she has known him for the entirety of her life. Even his antlers are normal in her eyes and only make him unique, not strange or weird.

He reaches down, cupping her face and she closes her eyes, leaning into his palm. Then he moves down, over the gossamr that is her gown, trailing his hands lightly ever further down until he reaches the end of her clothing. His hand caresses her legs, now under the gown with her, touching bare skin.

She moves to take off he gown but is settled back down with a look before she has even really begun to move. His hands are continuing up her legs, hovering over her mound before moving up to her stomach, resting there, creating heat where before there was a coolness.

Reaching her breast, his hand lingers, caressing first one nipple and then the other, rolling them between finger and thumb and flicking them with a finger.Moving to kneel over her, he sits her up and pulls the gown off of her, revealing all of her naked beauty to his gaze. He motions for her to lie back down and he drinks in his fill with his eyes of that which he craves most at this moment.

She closes her eyes and is startled by the flick of a tongue on her nipple, before his mouth closes over it and sucks, his tongue continuing its ministrations on her nipple. Knowing how upset she can be about being unbalanced, he moves to the other breast, to give that nipple the same attention he gave the first

He kisses down her stomach to her thighs and then moves back up to her mound, before spreading her legs wide and taking his fill of her nexus, causing her to writhe and buck beneath him, crying out as she reaches the crest of the wave and then falls over the edge, her soul shattering into a million pieces before coming back together in one cosmic explosion after another.

When he feels she is ready for him, he finishes lapping up her musky essence and moves to kneel between her legs, positioning himself and thrusting into her, causing her to cry out yet again as he fills her so completely that she can feel every throb of his cock.

Writhing under him, she can't seem to stay still. She must have movement. Her motions spurs him on and he thrusts harder, faster, deeper, until he loses his rhythm as he gets closer to his own pinnacle.As he topples over the edge, the sound of his orgasm is exquisite to her ears and causes her to come with him.

Time passes and eventually he knows he has to let her go until the next time they can meet in this spot, their very own, that no other can touch. He reaches down and kisses her softly, and she can feel the soft fur of his face brushing hers, comforting her.

Slowly she makes her way back to her safe place and the back to consciousness. She wonders at what happened, but does not question it, only knows that it was meant to be, as every other time was. As the next time will be when it happens.

Lady Ru'etha's Chakra for Women

I don't profess to be all that experienced with hypnosis and I cannot say that my experience will be the same as anyone else who has/will listen to this cd made by the wonderful Lady Ru'etha. This is only my recounting of what I thought of my first listening of it.

The cd comes with two parts, the first taking you to your safe place. The second part is more about the surrender.

I remember maybe half of the first part and then the next thing I remember is towards the end of the second part and being very, ahem, excited. Her voice, leading me through opening my chakras, giving my power to her and then taking me through to the end which was a mindblowing orgasm the likes of which I don't usually have by myself were just yummy.

I can't say if I fell asleep or if I went into trance or exactly what happened during the parts I don't remember, but I do know that after it was over, my brain was very scattered for a while. Even now I still have a warm fuzzy feeling that hasn't dissipated entirely.

All in all, I give it a HUGE thumbs up!

The Rainbow on the Horizon

It is time once again to delve into the world of the girl, beastie, little one and Slave. The last we read, they had made their way into the mists, forging ahead into the unkown. Since then, they have made their way along the path set before them, seeing ways branching off into different directions and as always, deciphering at each crossing, which way was best for them at that point. They crossed a valley, through more woods and suddenly they came upon a pinnacle. Looking back, they saw how their path had twisted and turned with the decisions made. Looking forward, they see it twists and turns more but they also see friends, mentors, lovers, and others who will help them along the way.

They look at each other and the little girl looks at slave, who is holding her and says, "We aren't alone, are we?"

Slave looks down at the little one in her arms, "No sweet, we aren't. Some people cross our path and only stay for a short time. They have something to teach us in that moment and then it is time for them to move on. There are others though, that all we need to do is say the word and they will be at our side in a heartbeat, ready to defend us to the death. We are very lucky to have people such as this at our side."

Beastie, normally ferocious in her appetites, looks nervously about. "But what about me? I have needs just as you do, Slave."

The girl looks at Slave and then Beastie. "Beastie, your needs will be met in time. Right now we are learning. You will get what you need, but you must be patient. I know this has been a difficult path for you to take, for you to lay your head down and trust us, especially me as I have proven myself unworthy time and again."

The little girl asks Slave to let her down and she walks over to the girl and looks up at her. "Will you pick me up, please?"

The girl picks her up, kissing her forehead and in response the little girl says, "You are worthy or I wouldn't have let you pick me up. We love you. The others waiting for us love you and believe you worthy or they would not stand beside us as they do. Yes we have been hurt by the ones who don't understand us. There will be more that don't understand but I know that we are safe with the ones that surround us and protect us from the ones that wish us harm." With this, the little girl puts her arms around the girl's neck and buries her head in her shoulder.

The girl looks at Slave, both startled, as they've never heard the little girl speak as much as she just had. Slave looks at the girl appraisaingly. "You know what she says is true."

Looking around, she looks at the path they are standing beside. "We shouldn't linger when the future waiting for us is so much brighter than we once thought it would be."

And with that, they started down the path towards their friends, protectors and loved ones with a lighter step than they had had in a long time.

The Unknown

A bundle of nervous energy, the girl knocked on the door and sought entrance into the plane of the unknown. What waited for her on the other side was something she had no clue about but knew she needed to be a part of. Something, nay someone, was on the other side of that door that had things to teach her. Things that would further her continuance down her path of self awareness and knowledge once known that must be taught to her again. There was so much in store for her that she wasn't made aware of. She only knew that she was scared of making the wrong move and messing everything up.

She couldn't remember worrying about her actions as she was doing at this time and, biting her lip, she stepped forward, analyzing every move, every word and answer spoken. She could only hope and remember that things would work out as they should. She had been spurred on towards some unseen future and what would be would be.

With this in mind, she set her eyes on walking through the door that was opening in front of her and making the most of the journey ahead.

Meat Loaf (And not the one that you eat, although you could if he let you get close enough...)

Today being Monday, brought much work for me to do and so I brought out my iPod since I move faster with music in my ear. I wasn't paying attention to what was playing when the following set of lyrics caught my interest and made me stop and listen. In fact, I actually had to rewind it and listen again:

"On a hot summer night.
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Will he offer me his mouth?
Yes
Will he offer me his teeth?
Yes
Wlll he offer me his jaws?
Yes
Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes
Again. Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes
And will he starve without me?
Yes
And does he love me?
Yes
Yes
On a hot summer night.
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Yes
I bet you say that to all the boys."

I'm not sure why this caught my ear, but it very much so struck a cord within me and I thought about what my answer would be if this were asked of me. Actually, there was no thought. The first feeling when I heard it was a resounding YES! Although the last sentence is untrue for me, the rest of it struck home with a ferocity I was very surprised about and so I felt I should put it here. Why? I don't know. Just a feeling.

The Urge to Write

There are times when the urge to write becomes overwhelming, when feelings inside must be brought to the surface or overflow into the nothingness that resides inside, to fill it to overflowing as well. when this happens, my fingers type the words that must be said to bring all back to balance once more. Sometimes nonsense, sometimes great sense, but all the time parts of me appear for others to read. I cannot help what must be written, only that if it were not to be written I might possibly go insane.

The need, the desire, the hunger to surrender is strong. Sometimes so strong as to make one almost do something stupid before logic is regained and the sense of what should and should not be done. What can be accomplished must be comprehended before one can set forth upon the task created for them and when such is said and done, only then can the path be stepped upon. Only then can one stride forth with surety and confidence in their steps. When the path is taken with fear and uncertainty, the chances of success slim almost beyond reach.

Mentally bound, not yet broken, but bent with hunger and need, the girl waits for that which is most needed and not yet found. Once found, made whole will she be once more. Almost had but found to be out of reach, she stumbled blindly until once more the light shined upon her fevered brow, calming her back to lucidity, bringing her down into herself again to regain knowledge of what once she knew and almost forgot. Such dreams she dreamt while in this stupor, the likes of none she had ever seen before. Finally awake, she finds herself still yearning for that which she found she never had to begin with and would never have lest the heavens open up and let her join those ranks of ones more deserving than herself.

And so I stumble, seeking that which I knew before to be true and find once more to be so as well. Friends undeserved keep me from falling into such pits as would find me lost beyond repair and for that I can find no way of showing how truly grateful I am to them.

Time will tell all things true and false. One only must find patience to see it through to the end.

On the Subject of Women...

I've always been awkward around other women. I don't know why but it seems like unless sex is involved, I don't know how to act. Men, I know how to act around them. I know how to be a guy. In my close circle of buddies, I have come to be known as just one of the guys, so I find it strange that I've started making friends with several of the more girly types recently. I don't consider it a bad thing. It's just.. well, it's odd for me.

I guess I've never been very comfortable around women because they judge each other on a very different level than Men judge women. With a guy, it usually has to do with how good the girl could be in bed or she's cool if she hangs out with them and talks about other girls. Now that's not to say its that way with every guy or girl. Let me just say that now, before I get someone who's offended because I stereotyped every male or female out there. But it is difficult to find a man who is more into what you think than how good you are in bed. I would talk about the girly side of things here, but I don't know that I think so much like other women, so I guess I would have to leave that to others to say how they judge each other.

I do know that women can be and are very sneaky with each other. Maybe my problem is that I just don't trust them. I've seen too many times where a girl has her eyes set on a guy thats with another girl and so she gets in good with the girl just so she can steal the guy away from her. I've also seen it where one woman trusts another and thinks she is her best buddy, then the one she trusted turns around and tells all about some secret that was discussed in private and while the one that told the secret thought she told it to someone who would keep it as such, well this girl finds herself on the outs with everyone in the circle of friends she shares with the other girl.

I do have one or two females I consider myself very close to. I believe I am very lucky to know them. I guess I just find myself wishing I had a female that I could call up and say, "Hey, what are you doing tonight? Nothing? Good, then you're coming over here to hang out with me and Mini-me." Is it so much to ask for a female friend that thinks like a guy? LOL

This wasn't really what I wanted to write about tonight, but then again, I guess it was because this is what came out when I sat down to let everything flow through my fingertips and out to everyone here.

Webs weaved with no thought in mind...

What I want to say, I dare not speak for fear of bringing it into the light. There are some things which are better off left in the dark for to bring them out where they can be seen would cause a mess of trouble that I could not deal with at this time. I have too many colours on my palate to be able to add any others without creating a stain of brown across the canvas of my dreamscape.

My hopes and desires at this time are a jumbled ball of tangled yarn that must be gone through, one knot at a time. Wires have been crossed that must be uncrossed and glitter cleaned from the spiderwebbed crevices of my shadowed mind, glued particles must be unstuck and properly placed in their respectful cubbies.

Now if I could just find the path that leads out of these tangled briers and back onto the grassy plains, that would be a miracle indeed.

Yet more ramblings of a wandering mind

Words whispered from lips parted with love fill memories created by times long past covered with dust to be stirred and relived time and again as the heart warms in rememberance. Life moves on and wounds no longer bleed. Scars fade and pain does not seem so close as to take every breath with each beat of one's heart. The past cannot be revived or made into something new. One must move on with their head up and heart free to take in new experiences, whether it be to hurt once more or to be filled to overflowing with the love of the one they are meant to be with.

Paths cross and stars align only to go separate ways again. Sometimes the way is straight and things can be seen ahead only for the way to become twisted and tangled in undergrowth once more with only each step being shown as it is taken. To work through that undergrowth can seem to take forever, to bog one's self down and then, suddenly, the way is clear once more. Sometimes we must let go to gain ground and others we must cling tight to who we are to survive.

The grip of emotions can often crush those not strong enough to withstand the tides that the moon carries forth. If one can ride the waves to the crest and down again, they can often see that things are not as bad as they once seemed and that they can make it if they simply hold steady to who and what they are.

The Dancer

Her long, dark hair sways in time to her movements as the jewels at the corners of her green eyes wink in the light and other gems shimmer, showing hidden designs woven into her hair. Silks flow from her shoulders, the sleeves drifting around her arms as the bracelets on her wrists create a melody all their own. Bells jingle from the sash tied around her waist and the gown wavers in such a way that it seems almost nonexistent in the soft lighting of the room. More bells caress her ankles as her feet move, carying her across the floor.

She sways and moves to the music, lost in its melody, her eyes closed and her jaw slack, as though she's unaware she's even moving at all. Her head tilts back, revealing soft white skin at the nape of her neck as the song changes rhythm, to a more seductive tune. Her hips sway more, back and forth as she slowly traverses her way from one end of the room around to the other and back across. This pattern repeats, over and over, softly swaying, gliding to the melodies that present themselves to her supple form.

Her arms come up now, as though she is dancing with someone, her back curving in like she is being held close. The dance continues and you see her nipples harden and almost pierce the fabric as her head tilts to the side more. One could swear they could see the formation of teeth marks on her neck.

She moans and her knees bend slightly, yet the dancing does not stop. Her back arches and now she's gliding across the floor on her toes. it doesn't seem possible but her nipples harden even more as teeth marks appear on the underside of each breast. The garment catches between her thighs, sticking to them with a wetness that causes the fabric to darken and stay in place, hindering her movements.

Lifting the silks up and over her head, she lets them trail out of her hands behind her. She heads to the bed, the music changing to a soft steady melody, sultry and sensual. Sitting on the edge, legs splayed, she tilts her head back, her hair cascading in a river behind her to pool on the bed.

She feels this invisible intruder slide between her legs, his teeth marking her thighs, biting each one before moving to her center, his teeth scraping her clit before his tongue deftly dances across it, sending her into uncontrollable shivers and moans. His fingers work their way inside her to play with that special spot that sends her over the edge too quickly for her to realize that he's done it.

After ensuring she is ready for him, he stands up and bends over her, his teeth marking her neck again as he thrusts inside her swiftly and deeply. Her breathing quickens, causing her breasts to lift and fall rapidly. She collapses onto the bed, her hands moving down her sides to her thighs, spreading her legs even farther apart than they already were.

The music changes again, becoming more primal. Barely any movent in the beginning, her writhing becomes more obvious, her sighs turning into moans. He continues thrusting, taking her, his cock penetrating the very core of her being, causing her to cry out over and over.

He retreats just far enough that he can flip her over and re-enters her from behind, winding her long hair around his hand and pulling her steadfast against him, he thrusts quick and furious, taking his pleasure from her, making her his, showing her that she belongs to him. He reaches under her and his hand almost seems to vibrate against her clit, causing her to buck against him, plunging him even deeper into her depths, again and again and again.

By the time she has drenched him, her wetness running down his thighs and he has decided it is time. He pulls out of her, moves her to the middle of the bed and angles himself between her thighs again, this time entering her softly and slowly, building it up between them again, higher this time than she has ever felt. When she feels as if she can stand no more and begs him for release, he grants it to her.

He plunges his fangs into her neck at the same time that his cock drives into her, sending her flying, no longer aware of anything but him, but his cock taking her. Then he too is flying, coming inside of her, claiming what is his.

She awakens the next morning, alone in her bed as she usually is, but this day feels different. She lies there a few minutes more, wondering if everything she remembered happening the night before was just a dream. Shaking her head, she gets up and heads to the bathroom for her shower.

Looking into the mirror, she sees the marks on her neck, breast and thighs. "No, sweetheart, that was no dream," she hears whispered into her ear.

The Mists

The girl looks to the hand holding beastie's cage then looks to the other hand which is holding slave's hand. Slave's other arm curled around the little girl, holding her tightly so they don't lose each other in the mist that surrounds them. At times the mists fades and everything around them is clearly seen. At others it creeps in, clouding everything so nothing can be seen.

During the clear moments, they pass others heading their way and even reach out to speak with them. When the mists crowd in close and cool, they are lost again but for the hands holding each other.

They long for the mists to clear long enough to find a place to settle. A place where they are not alone.

Beastie crowds close to the bars where the girl is holding the cage pulling it alongside her and says, "I want more than two hours. Two hours is not enough time to assuage this hunger, this need, and you know that."

"Yes, beastie, I am aware of that, but we have to make do with what we have at this time. There will be a time for more, you must be patient," the girl replies.

Beastie snarls. "Patience is NOT one of my virtues and you KNOW that!"

The girl stops, and looks at beastie. "While I know this, you are simply going to have to deal with it. I can only do so much to get what we all need and I have to deal the cards I am delt and have delt to us. We will get what is needed somehow, someway. It simply takes time and dealing with things that must be delt with. You will survive. We all will." And having said this, she turns forward and starts walking again, heading forward into the unknown and leaving the past behind.

O.M.G. What a Night!

I did not realize how truly much I needed a good beating until last night. To everyone involved, I want to thank you. I am currently relishing the lingering effects, including those of yummy soreness when I sit down. I can't tell you how many times I've wiggled while sitting, just to remind myself of last night. giggles

And now that the night is over, I find myself wanting more. It was way too long before this that I had had a good beating. Between the metal claws/scratching, violet wands, hands, dragon's tail, fangs/biting, bewbie kisses, water bottles (those who were involved will know what I'm talking about with this one), hair pulling, kissing, pressure point pressing, and just general wonderful yummyness of the atmosphere/energy involved, I am a very happy kitten.

Just... well.. thank you. giggles and goes back to wiggling in her seat

Taken

You grab my hair, twisting it, pulling it, dragging me to my knees. My eyes close, my body melts and I become putty in your hands by this mere act.

You thrust your cock into my open and waiting mouth, forcing me to take all of you, sucking and licking, my tongue writhing around your cock as I swallow you whole. You fuck my face, taking my mouth as though it were my cunt, pounding fierce and hard.

Having had enough of this, you pull me up by the hair you still hold in your grasp, and bend me over the table, flipping up my skirt with your other hand and gruffly spanking each cheek before ripping my panties off as if they were made of paper. I feel the roughness of your hand as it caresses my ass, slipping down between my thighs to find that I am leaking with wetness, proving my excitement to you.

Satisfied that I am indeed ready for you, you position yourself behind me, sliding the head of your cock up and down my wet slit, moistening it before you thrust in, hard and demanding, taking what is yours. It always has been and always will be yours. Thrusting, taking me, pulling my hair back and causing me to arch backwards into you, I cry out, needing more and more, giving you more and more.

You slow, then stop, pulling out and releasing my hair before moving away, leaving me standing there, a sopping mess between my legs. Quivering, I do not move, as I know that would only take away the pleasure. I feel the paddle, cold against my skin and know that I must stand and take each swat without complaint. One, two, three strikes, fast and furious, turning my ass red and making it sting. Four, five, six more swats and I am whimpering. I can't help it. I whimper in time with each hit, my ass heedlessly pushing into the hits, wanting, needing, craving more.

Suddenly, without warning, the paddle is gone, replaced by your cock, thrusting into my cunt again, taking more of what I freely give. I no longer have control of myself. That is now in your hands and you take it all.

Fucking the cunt that belongs to you, you take it and you claim it as you have reached the end of what you care to give me and release your cum into the cunt that is spasming around your cock, milking it for all it will give and more, always more.

Finally, you finish, and pulling away, you lift me up as I no longer have the ability to stand. You move us to the couch because it is closer than the bed and slowly lower us to it, curling me up in your lap, holding me tight until I return from depths unknown, until I am back in reality and understand with a certainty that I am yours, that you will bring out of me all that you can and more than I could ever dream of.

Randomness Once More

When one looks at the future, do they see all the opportunities available, or do they see lost chances and shattered hopes? Do they see where they came from and where they could end up? Do they try to see the results of their choices before they make them?

I have come a long way from the girl I used to be, and yet I still have a long way to go. I still have so much to learn, about myself and the world. I want to learn everything. I ache to know the touch of another against my skin again, beating and tapping with a rhythim that is all our own and no one elses.

I want to kneel before him, bow my head and know I am his. I am only me. I don't know how to be any other way. there are times when I feel I don't deserve all the good things that come my way. There are times when I wonder why people like me, what it is they see in me that makes them want to be around me.

There are times when I have a profound realization of something about myself that is obvious to everyone around me and yet to me, I had no clue about it. There are times when I am surprised by someone when they thank me for doing something to help them when all I was doing was what I felt was right.

How is it that I make the right moves and don't realize I'm doing it? How is it that I can bend to another's will so easily and not think twice about it? Sometimes it seems like I've entered a dance where I don't know any of the steps and yet I'm making every move right. Then there are other times when it seems like all I do is stumble and crack my head against the floor time and again.

How is it that I speak those things that I should not have knowledge of? How is it that I can help and give advice without realizing what I am doing?

There are days when all I want to do is stick my head under a pillow and not talk to anyone ever again. And then there are days when I crave more, more, more. Always more. I crave to know everything, how something works, what makes it tick.

Feelings move me. Feelings captured in time with the use of a word here or a look there. The slightest touch that is full of feeling can bring me to my knees faster than almost anything else I know. One look and I'm a quivering mass of jelly at the feet of the right person. One whispered comment and I shudder, unable to help myself.

Right now I want more. I need more. I must have more. Mind, spirit, flesh.. all want more. The only question I have right now is how to get more. What will bring me what I need? How do I travel this path so laiden with obstacles that one misstep will cause me to tumble from the cliff?

The darkness shadows the light and the leaves are dappled in the sun while the wind sighs and makes it's presence known. The path littered with rocks and limbs long since broken by storms create havoc with bare feet trying to find their way across the landscape to that which is yearned for and indeed necessary for survival and yet these feet keep traveling despite the scrapes and bruises caused from unseen foes hidden amongst the litter scattered before them.

Training

I've come to the realization that in my training with kink, most has been done in private with a bit of play in public dungeons/parties being done here and there. With this having been said, the majority of what I have done has involved sex of some kind.

I found that I've come to expect sex to be part of it and if it is not involved, I'm rather disappointed. It's almost a let down. I have been trained to give pleasure, and in fact enjoy it. (For some reason I have just come to this realization, although I'm sure to those that have been with me, it's an obvious) I feel I haven't done my job if the other person is not satisfied. For those that I trust implicitly, there isn't much I wouldn't do.

I recently had an experience that left me empty, where someone spanked me because I asked for it, so that they could make me happy. Not once during the entire thing did I feel from them that they enjoyed it and there was no sex after. It was the worst experience I have had to date. When I asked the person later how they felt about it, they said they knew it made me happy. That was the WRONG answer and left me feeling worse than I had before. I never cry after a scene, but I cried the next day after this one.

I want to please. To please someone else is to be pleased myself. To someone who doesn't understand this concept, I could not explain it with enough finesse to make them understand. It simply is the way I am and who I am. If I answer "If that is your desire," it means that if you are happy with it/doing it/about it, then I am happy too.

I don't really know why I'm writing about this today, except that perhaps I just needed to put it in writing, to express myself as best I can, and today this is how I need to express myself.

My Intro Into Kink

I had turned eighteen not too long prior and we decided it was time to meet in person. I drove eight hours to meet you. It had rained on the way and, as I neared your house, I was pulled over because I was speeding. It was 2am and I had no idea where I was so of course I started crying at the cop. He took pity on me and warned me about the speed limit before driving off. Finally, I made it to your house. I left the car on the street and handed you the keys, shaking from weariness and nerves as I wasn't sure what you would think of me.

You had set up the massage table in preparation for my arrival and after you had made sure my car wasn't illegally parked, you came in and ordered me to strip and lie down on the table. Thoroughly relaxing me from your masterful ministrations of massage, you picked up my now limp form and carried me to bed. Before this, I had warned you about my snoring. You were soon to find this out for yourself as I promptly fell asleep as soon as my head it the pillow. I woke up to you between my legs, cock hard and wanting, getting ready to enter me and use me. That certainly stopped the snoring... of course it is hard to snore if there is a cock in your mouth.

The next day we spent getting to know each other in person. You tied me up, beat me, whipped me, put clothespins on my nipples and used the bull whip to take the clothespins off. You tied me into a swing and fucked me silly. You introduced me to paddles and floggers and various other implements of torture. A bit later, several other submissives came over to go to a munch/play party with us. This was to be the first one I had ever attended and you planned on properly introducing me to what fun they can be. Once we were all dressed that evening, we headed over to the house the munch was being held at and helped the hostess finish preparing before others arrived. The evening held food and merriment with demos, one including one of the other submissives that had come along with us. As I recall, you had her cumming on command and she was a squirter. That was soo much fun to watch. I was on my best behavior partially because I was unsure of myself, but mostly because I wanted to make you look as good as possible with my behavior.

There was another eighteen year old female there as well, except that she classified herself as a Domme and even had her submissive with her. Two eighteen year olds being at a munch caused one lady's (and I say lady very lightly here) panties to wad up and she tried to assert herself later on saying that we should never have been allowed there, even though she herself stated that she had been involved in kink by the time she was eighteen. After some shared words, she ended up removing herself from this group. It was no worse off for that having happened either.

Over all, the party was a big hit and later on we headed our separate ways for the evening. The next day, several of the girls came back to the house and we decided to have play time before I had to leave and go back home. One of the submissives that had gone to the party with had brought her husband over to the house. You handed me a strap-on and dared me to fuck him in the ass. I was very unsure of this as it wasn't something I had ever done (of course before this weekend, there truly wasn't much I HAD done) and I wasn't sure if it would even be anything I liked but you knew how I was and still am about challenges.

So, I equipped said strap-on and proceeded to anally fuck the other submissive's husband. My first experience topping another and I found it to be a rather intriguing experience. After I finished with him, he wasn't finished and so he and the other submissive disappeared for a good while. After more play time, it was time to prepare to go home. We took the ferry, another first for me, and went to eat before sending me off for an eight hour drive back home.

This was my first experience in a truly kinky atmosphere and it only made me hunger for more, so much more...

Desires

Let me love you, please you, tease you, dive you crazy with arousal.
Remind me that I am yours with a word, a look, a touch, a sound, a feeling.
Drive me crazy, make me explode into a million different stars and then bring me back together in an order that makes me better than I was before.
Show me dreams, desires and hungers I never knew I had.
Make me more than I ever was before.

Sweet Moments

Drowning in desire, I kneel before you, awaiting your next command. Hands come down, surrounding the sides of my face as you lift my head to look up at your face.

"I love you, my little one. NEVER forget that."

"And I love you, Master. You are my One. I will never forget THAT."

You kiss me hard, showing your desire for me in one long breathtaking kiss. We finally break for air after so long that I don't know where you begin and I end. You pull me to my feet and lead me to the bedroom where I see you've laid out everything, prepared everything for us.

You lay me on the bed, face down, with my arms and feet to each corner of the bed. Next comes the cuffs, followed by the rope, binding me so that I have only a little room to wiggle. And now, you're blindfolding me, making it tight so that I can't wiggle out of it, even though I wouldn't do that to begin with. I enjoy it to much to try to get out of it.

You move your hands across my body, trailing them down my arms to my back, then to my hips and ass, trailing your fingers around the bottom, where my ass cheeks meet my legs, in that oh so sensitive crease, then down my legs, thighs to my calves, ankles and then my feet. Then you move back up, your hands stopping to knead my inner thighs, getting so close to my nexus but never touching. You continue upwards to my shoulders, petting my head a bit afterwards.

I feel you move off of the bed and hear you move to the implements you have laid out. I can't hear which one you choose, so I lie still and await whatever you decide to do next. I am yours and at your mercy, as I should be.

I feel the fingers of suede trail down my back, teasing, tempting, hinting at the things to come. You swing, and I feel the flogger hit my back, causing the air to "ooomph" out of me, and I sigh happily. It's been too long since last we played. You continue flogging my back, buttocks and thighs until I've relaxed and warmed up enough for you to move on to the next choice. Then you stop and move away from me again.

I realize you've chozen the paddle when I feel the rabbit fur caress my butt cheeks and thighs before you turn the paddle over and start lightly smacking one cheek and then the other, moving to my inner thighs and then, SURPRISE! You smack my left cheek hard, causing me to eep. The rabbit fur caresses me again and I feel the hardness of the paddle rest for a second before it smacks down on the spot where it rested.

I can tell it's been a long time since we played because I start floating, just on that little bit of play. You continue paddling until my ass is nice and pink. After that, you move away again. You're gone so long this time, I start to vaguely wonder where you've gone. I'm not worried about it though because I trust you. If you want to leave me tied up, you will, but you will be back. Of that I have no fear.

I can feel the coldness of the cane as it presses into my thigh, preparing me. Then the stinginess comes with each thwack as it hits, driving me higher and higher, chirps bursting from my lips, my hips straining to reach the next hit.

Suddenly it stops, replaced by more softness, rubbing those stinging stripes on my ass and thighs. This is replaced by your hand, caressing me and reaching, touching my nexus, you can feel how dripping wet I am.

Satisfied with that, you move away again, your hand replaced with a wharteberg wheel across my back, moving up and down, side to side, and crossways before moving down to my ass. Shivering, I sigh and moan with desire. You continue moving down to my ass, which is VERY sensitive now. Lightly teasing, this part is more about pleasure than pain. You want to drive me wild, make me ache for you and only you. You're succeeding well.

My soft moans turn into small whimpers and chirps. You've decided I've gone far enough and it's time for more. You loosen up the restraints on my legs just enough that I can pull them under me and get into position, with my ass in the air, to which you have to help me in order to accomplish this.

Once done, I feel you get onto the bed, my breathing shallow with need and desire. With you between my legs, I can feel the head of your cock just barely touching my opening as you savor the moment before thrusting your cock into me, taking me, claiming me as yours and yours alone. Your cock slides smoothly inside because of how wet I am and you start thrusting so hard and fast that the only sound is our breathing and my moaning and the slap of flesh against flesh.

So ready am I for you, that it only takes moments before I cum, gushing over your cock, my voice loud in your ears as you continue thrusting, causing me to fall over that edge over and over again.

Finally, I can feel you getting close, your control slipping, until you fall over the edge as well, thrusting wild and furious, out of control.

You rest for a few minutes, catching your breath, before getting off the bed, removing the cuffs and then crawling into bed and curling me up beside you.

Its a while longer before I come back down from the clouds to find you there, your arms wrapped around me, breathing softly into my neck.

"Welcome back precious."

"Thank you, Master. For everything. I love you."

"And I love you too, little one."