Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Long Hair


I already wrote about the role My Hair plays in kink for me.  My new sub, jester, does have a hair kink. He actually listed it second as reasons he wanted to serve me. So for this week, I let my imagination run a little.


She kneeled next to her bed. She was careful to brush her long brown hair to her side. She just couldnt stop fidgeting. Her hand kept finding themselves combing through the long locks. He would return soon. She knew that she must be as he left her. She could hear the door open exposing her bedroom to the emty house. Excitement ran through her veins wondering what he would ask her to do and how he may chose to use her.

He sat in the chair in the corner. He was still sipping coffee from his mug. He seemed relaxed. She stole a glance in his direction that revealed him enjoying the view of the tall green grass and the pony that grazed across the front yard. He was so handsome. Her hair fell across her face and she instantly brushed it behind her ear. She could feel his gaze pressing down on her. She knew that he had seen her movement. Her fingers twirled some of the hair that rested on the floor at her side. She stared at the floor a few inches ahead of her. Her fingers moved faster.

"Stand."

His voice is firm. She wonders if he is mad. In that moment she only knows that his commands will be obeyed immediately or she will be truly sorry. She finds her feet beneath her against the carpet, with little thought of how she stood. Her stomach felt tight with anicipation and the wetness made her fear being unable to stand still. she was combing her fingers through her hair, using its soft touch to calm her thoughts when she felt the heat of his touch on her arm. It was a firm grip, and he pulled her down over his knees. He sat comfortably on the edge of the bed.

"You will be punished. Tell me what you did. And you better get this right".

Her mind raced. She knew she would never break a rule or do anything to anger Master. What could he mean? Her hands both stroked her hair, one hand following the other.

"Sir, I dont know what I have done. Please tell me so I may be better."

"You know better than to tease me by playing with your hair"

He hands fell still at her sides. The urge to touch her hair grew. She put her hands together, suddenly aware that she wasnt quite sure what they should be doing.

She felt his strong grip on her arm as ot pulled her off balence and over his knees. She felt the broad pain of her ribs hitting his leg. She didnt reqlly have time to register why the pain was there before she felt a swift slap of his hand on her bottom.

She counted each strike, just as he had trained her to do. Black tears ran down her face as her mind faught her body. Her body would push and try to rise off his lap but the geeture was stopped by his hand pressing into her back. She struggled to keep her hands still. She knew she didnt want to het her hands in the way but just couldnt seem to keep them stretched above her as they should be.

After 35 strikes from Masters hand, the blows stopped. He still held her in place. She waited. She flexed her hands open then closed waiting for the next blow. His hand carressed her red bottom, before pulling her bavk to her feet by her beautiful long locks.

It was her hair that got her into trouble. Too many times she had teased him, playing with her hair in public, knowing that the sight would leave him hard, even if it meant a spanking when he got home later. Sometimes it was just an absent minded gesture. He may just spank that habit out of her.




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Thursday, September 1, 2016

The Jester

Thank you to comments from all who have chimed in so far, but a special thank you to Lady Grey who suggested the winning nickname, The Jester.

Our little jester is making us laugh already. He wants to know if Casanova and I and him can have a kinky 3 way.



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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

7 minutes of heaven, for male subs : Game

I thought everyone had already played or atleast heard of this game.

You may have already heard of 7 munutes in heaven, where you get 7 minutes to do ANYTHING you want to the poor victim. My victim is usually bound and blindfolded for this. Some of you may be thinking the obvious. But you can use him anyway you please whenever you want. Why set a timer for 7 minutes, when you do wicked things to him quite often? You would be right to ask this. (It is nice to let him know the torture will continue until the timer saves him, but that is not the game) 

The twist is...
I give him permission to cum when I set the timer. I tell him that if he does not cum in those 7 minutes that he will be denied that privilige. And if/when he comes does not mean my playtime is over. I will continue to play with and torture his sensitive post orgasm cock until that timer dings. Lets just hope we arent having too much fun to hear the timer.

If I feel generous I will let him see the timer and let him know how much time remains. If I feel more sadistic, I will make him guess. 

Friday, August 26, 2016

Assignments / Tasks


 As many of you may have noticed, I have been priviliged enough to own men here in my presence and internationally. Regardless of our relationship tasks and assignments play an important role. I do love assigning something to a sub that affects his whole day. It doesnt have to change how he does anything just a subtle reminder that he is mine and willing to serve me. I have accepted assignments or tasks from two men over my whole life, and yes Casanova is one of them. I do enjoy knowing that Casanova will be looking forward to my reports on those tasks. My submissive side enjoys giving him that control. My Dominant side enjoys knowing that he is doing this just because "I said so".  Sometimes a task is sexual in nature sometimes it is juat a list of things that he should have done in a given time frame.  My new sub does have some assignmets waiting in que for him. Once we get some of the bumps smoothed out in our methods of communication I am sure that he will feel a daily presence from me.



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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

A New Sub

I accepted a new sub yesterday. I am in shock. How did this even happen so quickly? I wasnt looking for a new sub. He is a friend that I have talked to and teased for years. We had started to talk more often in recent weeks. I still dont know what I will call him. It seems that my subs have a habit of all starting their first name with the letter "J".  I have a few nicknames for him but they hardly seem appropriate. I told Casanova and a few close friends last night before writing this post.

Any ideas for what I may call this sub on my blog?
He has the exact same first name as my ex sub.


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Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Femdom Erotica


I knock on the door. It's my house, but I knock to give him a moment to present himself properly when I enter. I open the door to find him naked standing next to the tv. His hands are behind his back. His feet are shoulder width apart. Black sweatpants lay in the floor behind him. I walk through the house checking to see that all of his chores are done. He remains perfectly still awaiting my aproval.

"Slave, come lay on my bed" I called out across the house.

I propped myself against the wall and watched him crawl into the bed. He put the wrist cuffs on  himself. I put the ankle restaints in him. I took off my white button up shirt, exposing my green tank too and cleavage. I watched as his errection grew. Then I laid next to him, moving my long brown hair out of the way. I put my hand on his shoulder and whisered in his ear " you are mine. You Belong To Me. I am going to enjoy you every last bit of you. Now be a good boy and tell me your safe word "

"Vicroria"

"very good"

I slide my hand over that soft skin covering his cock. I place  a gentle kiss on the tip of his dick. Then  I lick down the length of it teasing his cock, enjoying watching it under my touch. Seeing it glisten in the light, covered in my spit, made me want to see it twitch shooting cum into the air.

I allowed just half of it in my mouth, exploring every crevice with my tongue.  Enjoying the feel of that hard flesh in my mouth I closed my eyes and moan as I suck. The bed shifts as he gently pulls at his restraints. I smile as I touch my teeth to the head of his cock in a gentle bite. I make eye contact with him. I can see lust,joy, and shock in his eyes. I resume sucking. My hands massaging the along the shaft as my mouth moves back. My toungue rubbing against the head of his cock before I plunge it back into my mouth. I push it down my throat swallowing around it. Then gently touch my teeth to him again with every but if his cock in my mouth and throat. I resume sucking and stroking his cock. I feel my own desire growing in my stomach making my panties way. I moan around his cock.

I stand up. I look down at the man laying in my bed, tied down and helpless. He is sexy, and the sight of him bound there with his cock exposed nearly seems too perfect. I take off my jeans, showing that my panties match the tank top. I know he is watching as I pull the tank top off. The black bra follows my other clothes to a pile in the floor. I slip the panties down next.

I crawl from the foot of the bed over his naked body. I whisper "Don't forget the rules, or I my flogger will remind you later"

"Yes Miss Lily"

I let him watch happily as I lower myself into him. I move my body to music that only I can hear in my head. My hands move down my body, across his stomach, over his chest,and through his hair. I notice his breathing seems a bit faster. I reach down and twist his left nipple. I bite my lip. I tilt my head back and moan.My hair grazes his balls. I feel my first orgasm wash over me, followed my another soon after like waves crashing on the shore.

"May I cum?"

"No"

I continue moving my hips to the same dance, torturing him a few more agonizing seconds. I watch him beneath me trying to keep control and avoid a beating later. I stop. I roll off him. I run my fingers through my hair.

I turn facing away from him before returning to my dance, using his body for my pleasure. I tap my fingers against his balls. Time passes quickly. Soon he asks again.

Please may I cum?

Yes, cum for me

I feel his hot explosion inside me. I roll off of his body again.

I lick and suck his cock, making him moan, yell, and squirm. I run my tongue over the head of his dick a little more quickly.

I hear "Please, please please mistress" in his strained voice.

I stop. I crawl up his body. Place one hand on each cheek and kiss him. Pushing some of his cum into his mouth with my tongue. I hold him until I am done kissing him.

"Good boy. I am proud of you."

I cuddle next to him a few moments before I allow him out of bed.

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wishy washy

I have wrote this and deleted it atleast three times. While I feel brave I am going to push publish. I love to write. Most of my experience is either as a mistress or a bottom in bedroom kink. I consider myself a switch because I drift somewhere between submissive fantasy and domanant dreams. Casanova is my switch. We are doing well although work is making our contact a little less frequent than it has been in previous months. A friend of mine who reads my blog has pointed out that my writing has been more from a submissive view over the past few weeks. I have given Casanova the dominant role over the past few weeks. I feel the need to let my readers know that my role switching with Casanova affects my writing. A burst of depression has stolen my desire to write recently but I am sure it will return soon. Today I am posting a  femdom erotica piece for those of you who miss that.

 I am open to suggestions from my readers.  Should I start labeling stuff M/f vs F/m ?

Also, thank you to those of you who read.
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Saturday, August 6, 2016

Sir, Please Open my Cage.





She felt his eyes on her. She tensed her stomach under his gaze and stretched her hands up toward the top bars. She moved elegantly almost like a dance. She twirled on her toes, knowing her hair would surround her as she spun. She was careful not to touch any of those cold metal bars that surrounded her. She knew exactly how much room she had to move almost like her cage was just another part of her.

He watched her muscles move beneath her bare skin. He  was proud to own such a beautiful specimen.

She stopped twirling, lightly touching the bars on each side of her. She met his gaze with a smile. She brushed her long hair behind her, exposing her breasts. Seeing the lust in his eyes made her heart full with happiness and beat a little faster. She closed those last few steps and waited for him to get closer. She twirled a lock of hair between her fingers, admiring the man walking closer.

"You are a beautiful little minx" he said still enjoying the sight of the beautiful naked girl moving around her cage. He touched the key in his pocket. He knew her eyes would follow his hands.

She released the bars of the cage. He wondered if the memory of the electricity surging through the metal bars at his sadistic will made her move. He couldn't hide the smile.

"Oh my, you are stunning" she purred. Don't you want to come in here and play with your little sex doll?" She backed away from the door, stopping just an inch away from the back wall. Her eyes never left his, daring him to just enter her little box.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Now, you know better" He said in a stern voice.

"Please. I'm bored. Come play with me."

She ran her fingers through her hair. Her hands moved over her skin. She twisted her nipples teasing him. She moaned and whined "please come play with me. You would enjoy yourself. I promise."

"What will you do for me after I unlock that cage?" He asked

"Anything you want" She paused. "Everything you want" She spun around giving him a glance of every inch of her beautiful body. "I would love to show you how I can make you moan" then she licked one of the metal bars.

He was just inches away from  the lock. The key was in his hand. She could hear him push it into the lock. Buzz Buzz Buzz . His call phone was ringing. He looked at it. His eyes showed a hint of frustration as he took the call walking away. Before he left he waved, showing the key in his hand and giving her one last lustful look.

She had taken her clothes off waiting for him hours ago. She had tied them to the bars and now she hung from her clothes. Naked, upside down, and posing she waved and winked just before he turned his back for the last time leaving the room.

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Thursday, August 4, 2016

deleted post

I have deleted "Master and Slave"
It was written to show that different people get different meaning from religion. It was poorly written on my part. I do not intend to convince anyone of my viewpoint through the use of religion. I apologise to anyone who took offense.

Thank you


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Monday, August 1, 2016

Panties Pictures, Erotica

Finally something I wrote based on me daydreaing of a sexy man who takes beautiful pictures.


"How does it feel knowing you are about to be fucked deeper than you have ever been fucked before?" He said just above a whisper.

We were standing in the Hotel lobby. There were people everywhere. Infact I am nearly sure the older gentleman in the business suit behind us heard exactly what he said. I knew my eyes for a little wider hearing him say that. I had seen a few pictures of his well endowed equipment when we first met months ago but I had'nt really thought about his size since then. We talked daily. He was funny and the phone sex was good. Oh my god. His voice was unbelievable!

"Oh fuck. It sounds painful, but exciting. Let's go find out" I whispered back

He smiled. It was that purely manly smile that screamed dirty thoughts. We had already paid for the room and checked in. We both had several bags to carry up to the room. He was a gentleman and took my large bag filled with clothes.

"509"
We walked in and there was plenty of room. A beautiful view. A large bed, reminding me what would come later.

"I will go get the ice." He offered before leaving.

That gave me time to go to the bathroom and make sure my make up looked perfect. I hid the makeup bag in the nightstand drawer, sure that I would need it again. I got my red robe from my bag. I started taking off my clothes. There was no need to hide in the restroom since he would see my the expensive spray tan that covered every inch of my skin later tonight. I was putting on the red stilettos when he returned with ice.  He looked something between shocked and happy. I instantly regretted the decision to undress so quickly.

"Ready to get started already? Wow you do look amazing, doll. Would you like a drink first?"

"Yes a drink would be great" I replied. I was thankful for the red silk robe that covered my lingerie. I sat on the chair by the bed while he used the table to mix some drinks. I didn't bother watching to see what was in it. I took my drink and drank half of it in one gulp. He took a few small sips from his drink. It only took him a few moments to get ready himself. My eyes were glued to him. His hands showed proof that he was a contractor Monday through Friday. His short nails and callused hands could not lie.

"Ok, give me your drink doll" he demanded with his hand out to take the drink. "You have had enough for now. You can have more later"

"Yes" I stammered as I handed him the cup.

He stood there waiting. I took a deep breathe wondering if this part would be easier with a photographer whom I didn't know whom I would not be having sex with later. I stood and removed the robe, handing it to him. He took it with a professional smile and dropped it in the floor. I say back in my chair with my legs crossed, my arms propped on the sides. He raised his camera took a few pictures. Then he ran his fingers through my hair. He put his hand on my back, over my bra step pulling my body to the angle he wanted. Then he did the same with his hand on my knee. He took a few more pictures.

"Walk over there" he pointed to the window with the view.

I did as told. I reached the window and took a moment to enjoy the view. Then I turned around. I decided to lean on the wall just next to the window. He clicked a few more pictures before he sat his camera on the bed. His hands took my wrists and placed my hands where he wanted them. I smiled thinking of his nickname for me. He called me doll, saying I am as pretty as a porcelin will and he loved he idea of me being his personal sex doll. How fitting that I let him move me and pose me as he wishes. I wonder if he has thought of a sex doll fantasy since we have been here. He clicks more pictures. I can't get his words out of my head.

 I should go kiss him. I freeze. Fuck. What's wrong with me? We have kissed before. Why do I feel like my feet won't obey? He approached me, putting long strands of pearl necklaces on me. I touch his arm. I lean forward to him. Our lips almost touch. Almost. Then I whisper in his ear "How does it feel to play with your doll? ... knowing you might fuck her later."

He smiled. His eyes moved down my body. His hands followed. The heat of his hands on my skin felt amazing. He kissed me with his hands resting on my hips. I put one hand on his stomach as I wrapped my arm around him leaning into his body and could feel how tense he was.

"I want you on the bed."

I smiled and asked "How would you like me?"

"On your back. Lay with your head here." He patted the foot of the bed.

I did as told.

"No, move closer to the headboard" he ordered.

I obeyed. I propped my feet on the wall and arched my back and ardently played  with the necklaces he had put on me. His camera clicked away. I rolled onto my side. The camera kept clicking. I laid on my stomach. I sat on the edge of the bed. I posed me everyway imaginable. I was even certain that some of them could not possibly yield a decent picture. I changed into two other lingerie ensembles behind the closed bathroom door. I fixed my hair and make up a dozen times. We repeated posing here and there and everywhere.
............

It had  been fairly evident that he was adjusting his waistband on his pants, keeping the proof of his errection less obvious. I smiled knowing that he was enjoying the evening. It made me very happy that he got hard while taking my picture.

"I need a few more pictures, then the real fun begins" he smiled.

"How do you want me?" I was scraping for ideas of a new pose. The sun was going down. We had been busy for atleast four hours.

"Take your bra off and stand by the window" he didn't even look up. He was adjusting his camera settings.

I stood by the window and took my bra off, tossing it at his feet. He watched as I moved my long brown hair to keep my lack of pasties a secret. My hair reached just above my belly button. I was careful not to move too much as I asked "How does this look?"

He smiled. And answered by raising his camera and snapping a few pictures.

Then he pushed my hair all to my left side and behind my back. He pushed me against the wall and we kissed passionately. He smiled, looked down at me and said "now go lay on the bed, and ask me to please help you put of those panties"

"Oh," I walked to the bed wearing emerald green heels and matching panties with black lace trim. I laid down and found the bed to be comfortable. "Come here and please help me take off these panties" I said.

He sat the camera down on the table. He unclasped the shoe straps and removed them one at a time. His hands explored over my perfectly tan legs as they slowly moved up , then over my thighs and hips before he grabbed the panties and pulled them off. I suddenly felt shy knowing I was completely  naked and he was still wearing his clothes. I could feel the heat of his gaze.


He kissed my left hip. My stomach tensed. His eyes met mine for a second and he moved his hands over my hips across the curve of my waist and squeezed my breasts. "Take off your shirt" I orderred him. He laid on my stomach, kissed me, melting away my shyness. Then he used his arms to push his torso up, like a push up. He used one arm to pull his shirt over his head. He kissed me again. He kissed my neck,  collarbone, and shoulder before he took my nipple in his mouth and gently bit. I squirmed beneath his touch. His mouth kisses down my stomach. His tongue found that place that made me unable to be still. A few seconds later and I in estacy and ready for him to stop. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop but "Please, please, please, please" is all that came out. "Please, please, please," my rushed voice pleaded again. Finally he stopped. His eyes met mine. "Please fuck me" Fuck. Did I just say that? It was me, wow. I can't beleive I just fucking said that. "Please, you're gonna make me scream if you don't stop"

He smiled. "You can scream all you want." Then he returned to what he was doing.

I squeezed the blanket in my hands, squeeled, and tried to concentrate on keeping my stomach tight. I really wanted to look as perfect as his pictures would portray me to be later. I really didn't want to scream. I had lost count of the orgasms that crashed over me making thoughts short and choppy and counting impossible. I screamed. My hands covered my mouth. And muffled screams continued. I wiggled and squirmed.

I was suddenly trying to catch my breathe. Laying on my back, watching him unbutton his pants.

"No wait!" I blurted.

He froze. His green eyes were truly stunning. He was perfectly still waiting for my word.

"Over there," I breathily explained. "Sit over there first." I pointed to the chair.

He backed away without touching me and say in the chair. His hand slowly stroking himself. He had long passed his twenties. Experience showed in his eyes. He was in better shape than most 25 year old men. I picked up his camera and adjusted the focus,  then captured the image that made my heart skip a beat. "I expect a copy of that one later" I told him as I gently placed his camera back on the table.

He smiled, "we'll see"

I knelt in front of him. And wrapped my hand around it before putting it in my mouth. It looks wider than my wrist. Maybe the same size as his wrist. I explored every inch and curve with my tonge. I moaned as I sucked and moved it in and out of my mouth. I enjoyed feeling his hard flesh against my toungue, between my teeth, and in my hand. I wanted see it glistening and wet. I pushed in deeper in my mouth and swallowed around it, slowly swallowing it down my throught. Then slowly pulling it out of my mouth to admire the sight. I have him a smile before I returned to sucking and moaning. I enjoyed myself, occasionally looking up to catch a glimpse of those green eyes watching me, until my jaw began to ache from me forcing my mouth to open wide enough not to really bite with teeth.

I stood and ran my fingers through my hair. He stood. He gestured at the bed. I whispered "How do you want me?"


I could just almost see him considering his options behind those eyes. "On your hands and knees"

I crawled to the middle of the bed. He kneeled behind me. I felt his hands on my hips as he slowly pushed himself deep into me. We both took deep breathes. My hands reached to the headboard and I slowly lowered myself to my stomach. He slapped my ass. We found a rythym of him thrusting and me pushing my hips to him that made us both softly curse the stars under our breathe.

Hearing him say "oh fuck" just above a whisper just may be one of the sexiest sounds I have ever heard.

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