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opheliathemuse
post Aug 1 2006, 12:00 AM
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Yes, it was nice.
I love how it says this topic was started by me. Bwahaha.
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battygurl
post Jul 31 2006, 12:30 AM
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Gah, tes that was amazing!


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tesao
post Jul 30 2006, 04:38 AM
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It was his mother's bed. Let's start with that. Sure, we've made love in many bizarre places before, from the board room at his office to the leather table at the salon where I get biweekly massages. But this was his mother's bed, and it was in her bedroom, and she wasn't that far away. For my comfort, she would have had to be in Guam, or at the very least out at her country club. In reality, she was downstairs on her patio drinking mimosas with her friends, the tinkling sound of her laughter coming through the open window.

Daniel said, "Just close your eyes, and block out everything else."

How could I? Not only was his mother within hearing range, but her 200 guests, invited to a sumptuous garden party, were drunkenly milling around the mansion, exploring. And now her youngest son wanted to take me in the middle of the afternoon, in her bedroom, on her expensive white satin sheets.

"Someone will hear us," I hissed.

"Not unless you scream," Daniel assured me. He's never one for false words of comfort. "Now, close your eyes, baby, and keep them closed." This time, because of his tone of voice, I obeyed. "Hands over your head," he told me next. I did that, too, and felt the familiar bite of cold metal on my skin as he slid a set of handcuffs around my wrists. Like an American Express card, Daniel rarely leaves home without them. He kissed me, and with my lips still parted, he slipped his tie into my mouth and tied it behind my head. "That should help ease your worries."

I was done for, and I knew it. Gagging me meant that he thought I wouldn't be able to remain quiet on my own.

"Aren't you the slightest bit turned on, Rebecca?" he asked, sounding coy since I obviously couldn't respond. "Aren't you a little bit excited?" The weight on the bed shifted as he stood up. I guessed that he was undressing, and I tensed, listening -- first for his mother, and then as I heard him unbuckle his belt and the hiss-soft sound of the leather as he pulled it through the loops. What had I gotten myself into?

"Not answering, Becca?" he asked, teasing. "Then I'll have to find out for myself." He lifted my floral silk party dress, slid my lacy panties aside, and felt the wetness between my legs.

He sighed. "I know my baby, don't I? Now roll over."

This was easier said than done, but I maneuvered myself on the pillows and thickly feathered duvet until I was face down, my wrists slightly twisted in the handcuff chains.

"You might want to put your face in the pillow, sweetheart, 'cause this is going to hurt."

I made some sort of desperate, mewing sound against the gag, and he responded as if he understood, as if he could decode the worried sound of my words, blurred even as they were against the silken gag.

"It has to hurt, Becca. You know that, baby. It always has to hurt."

Lowering my head, I reminded myself that I could have avoided the whole mess. Daniel always gives me choices. He'd told me not to wear panties, I'd ignored him, and this was the punishment to fit the crime. If I'd followed his instructions in the first place, he would undoubtedly have chosen a less frightening place to make love -- somewhere out in the gargantuan backyard, hidden by a miniature palm tree or lost among the honeysuckle vines. Now, not only were we in his mother's boudoir; he was going to exact his punishment on me with his belt.

"Ten," he said, and I swallowed hard. "Ten here. We'll take care of the rest later."

I wasn't worried about that. In the privacy of our apartment, I can withstand almost anything. Daniel knows this, and because of this fact he rarely lets me get away with being disciplined at home. I didn't have much time to contemplate the future, however, because he was off, striking the first blow with the belt on my naked ass and then lining up the second and third before the first sparks of pain had even properly registered.

As I drew in a gasp, he climbed onto the bed and plunged inside me. His cock sought out the wetness he'd already found with his probing fingers, and it told him everything he needed to know. That despite my protests and attempts to talk him out of the humiliating games he plays with me, I live for them as much as he does.

He struck the fourth and fifth blows while he was fucking me, pulling back to catch the lowest, roundest part of my ass, and then driving his cock between my thighs, so that the pain was lost against the pleasure of the ride.

"Told you how to dress today, baby. Should have listened to me."

But then, of course, I wouldn't be getting this. The feel of his throbbing cock inside me, perfectly balanced with the pain from the belt.

"When I'm done," he said, coming close to me now that he was whispering, his breath hot against my skin. "When I'm done thrashing you, I'm going to fuck your ass."

My lips started forming begging sounds and I pulled on the chains on my wrists, as if that could possibly help me. The metal made music against the brass railing of the headboard.

"Quiet, baby," he said, "you're the one making all the noise, and I thought you didn't want to be caught."

I tried to obey, hoping that if I were really good for the remainder of the session he might ease up, forget the rest until later. How could he fuck my ass now? When I had to go down and have dinner with his mother and a few hundred of her closest friends. When he knew it would make me cry.

He blocked my worries by continuing with the discipline, pulling my long hair so that I arched my back, and then slapping my ass in an almost friendly way with the belt. Heating me up with it. I felt the wetness in my cunt spread out to my thighs, and he took advantage of the slippery juices, diving back in me, driving back in me, and then placing the head of his cock on my asshole.

I tensed, and he sensed it, not entering me, but moving away, standing by the bed to finish the job. The belt licked at my skin, and I could picture the blows in my head, the neatness of them, overlapping lines that would be purplish later if I looked at them in the mirror.

He gave me more than ten. He always does. Naming the reasons. How I didn't hold still, didn't behave correctly, didn't accept my punishment like a well-chastised girl should. I never get it right. It's why he loves me.

And then, because he'd told me he would, because he never lies, he climbed back onto the bed and took me, sliding his cock between the cheeks of my ass and then pushing forward, making me grit my teeth, making me grip into the cold metal of the headboard, wrap my fingers around the curlicues of brass, trying to gain some sense of stability when everything in my world was swirling around in weightlessness.

Daniel found a rhythm that went dark and velvety in my head, taking me to faraway places with his cock, with the heat that was still in my skin, with the shame that colored my face and made me shut my eyes together even more tightly.

He whispered things to me while he fucked me, told me how pretty I looked captured to the bed. Captured so simply and purely to his mother's bed. The whole fantasy was mixed up, messed up, twisted and dirty, and it made me come, as he must have known it would. Made me come in a series of rapid bucking movements that almost drove him out of me. He held on, though; he's a fighter. He kept on going until it was his turn, until he gripped my arms, bit my shoulder hard through the silky fabric of my dress, and hissed, "Dirty girl. Such a dirty girl. Coming in my mother's bed."

Daniel cradled me afterward, brushed my hair out of my eyes, slid the cuffs off and rubbed the skin on my wrists. He kissed my blushing cheeks and my forehead and the tip of my nose and then whispered to me of how long he'd planned it, how much thought had gone into this tryst. How I couldn't have avoided it if I'd wanted to.

I never can. It's why I love him.




Alison Tyler
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themasochistmuse
post Jul 25 2006, 10:03 AM
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Drat- my fault, I should've just used my photobucket account instead. :s

Hopefully this shows:

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(crosses fingers) hopefully it works now. tongue.gif I always name all my drawings like they're my babies, haha... this one's called "Dominant in Nature."
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tesao
post Jul 24 2006, 11:23 PM
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olha, que coisa mais linda.....
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MM: nothing shows up. just a note that says IPB Image.
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themasochistmuse
post Jul 23 2006, 07:08 PM
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Cute outfit on the drawing of the dom chic, but the actual drawing I dont like... the way it's drawn, just... bleh, personally. I do like bdsm art, but I like the type that look artsy and not just plain out dirty/a joke... personally, that's how I view that drawing. I have no clue why, and I dont mean to offend- do you know of any other sites with different bdsm drawings/art?

I myself, do somewhat "erotic" art... here's one from a while back:

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(I apologize if it's not fully work safe- but if you're at work, you shouldnt be in the "Fun with Floggers" section anyway, haha)
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tesao
post Jul 23 2006, 05:01 AM
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okay. now for something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT:

Hot As Blazes
by N.T. Morley

Megan is bound to the St. Andrew's cross, nude, writhing. Loud moans escape her slightly parted lips. Her pale flesh is crisscrossed with angry red marks. Patrick stands behind her, his body pressed against Megan's.

Megan feels the hardness of his body against her back, feels his hand on her throbbing ass, feels the bulge of his cock through his tight leather pants. Feels the heat of his breath on her neck.

Patrick reaches down and gently squeezes her right ass-cheek, making her entire body spasm in pain. He squeezes again and Megan issues a long, moaning sob, shuddering as he moves his hand to her left ass-cheek and squeezes that, as well. The welts on that side are not as sensitive: Patrick is right-handed. So he squeezes harder, and Megan's yelp is at least as loud as when he touched her right cheek.

Patrick coils his left arm around Megan's slender body and pulls her torso back, away from the X-shaped cross and against him. Her wrists pull against the heavily padded restraints. Patrick slips his left hand, which holds the leather flogger, up to her slight breasts. They are still sensitive and pink from their earlier flogging, and Megan gasps and twists in his grasp as he runs his fingertips along the welts and then dangles the thick leather strands of the flogger over her breasts. Her breasts are slick with sweat as he strokes them. It is warm in the dungeon, the better for the comfort of a naked victim. But to Patrick, who's dressed all leather, it feels hot as blazes.

A shiver goes through Megan's body. The padded straps which keep Megan upright are still secure, but Patrick checks to make sure they're not chafing. They aren't.

Patrick takes the whip away and hangs it from his belt. He puts his right arm around her, too, and pulls his body against hers in a violent embrace, pressing the long bulge of his cock into the crack of her ass. She groans as his leather pants rub against her whip welts. Patrick's hands close around Megan's small breasts and he squeezes, gently at first and then harder, bringing another moan from her full lips. He pinches her nipples and she spasms, her head flung backwards suddenly. He presses his lips to hers, parting her full lips with his tongue, and kisses her forcefully, taking her as a whimper issues from her mouth.

"More than you can take?" he whispers when his lips pull away from Megan's, after his teeth have nipped at her lower lip.

"No," she says. She's not defiant, he knows -- just a pain slut. He wishes he could see her eyes behind that blindfold, see the smile in them that he knows is there, the pleasure at her own suffering.

Patrick steps back, giving Megan's ass one last squeeze. He steps back and lifts the whip.

He watches Megan's body twitch in anticipation of the first blow. The strands swish by, close to her ass but just out of reach. She lets out a deep breath. He strikes as her lungs empty.

Patrick gives it to her with all the skill and viscera in his body. He whips her left cheek until her gasps and moans of mingled agony and ecstasy have turned to full-fledged screams, until he knows he's driven her to the limit. He then switches to her right, whipping with hard, thumping strokes so that her whole naked body spasms with each blow.

Then he drops the whip, pushes his body up against hers and puts his arm around her waist again so he can pull her ass back, making her moan as the leather slides against her. With her legs spread wide like that, she's forced to hang helpless in midair, her pussy exposed. The lips are flushed deep pink and swollen. Patrick teases her lips apart and slips two fingers inside her. Megan's juice dribbles down over Patrick's hand. He slides three fingers as deep as they'll go into her. His other arm goes around her so he can rub her clit. Megan usually can't come while she's standing like this -- but he senses tonight will be an exception.

He works Megan's clitoris until she totters on the brink of orgasm, her head thrown back. She starts, as if surprised, when Patrick presses her mouth to his.

Megan's tongue darts out from between her lips and then her groan is muffled by Patrick's mouth. She comes, hard, pumping her body against his. Patrick holds her for long minutes after she's done, the two of them sweating together as Megan's breathing returns to normal.

"More than you can take?" Patrick asks her.

"Exactly what I can take," she tells him. "Take me to bed."

And she kisses him, passionately, her mouth hot as blazes.


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pepper
post Jul 21 2006, 08:01 PM
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um...wtf?
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jack67
post Jul 21 2006, 04:40 PM
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IPB Image

I love the art on this site...
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tesao
post Jul 21 2006, 07:19 AM
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i can't believe that of all of my favourite threads, one was gone completely, and the other two haven't been posted to in forever!!!

i think i might just have to put in a bdsm story here......

i'll have to go and look for one. it may be a repeat, but hey. so is the actual sex act sometimes. biggrin.gif
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jack67
post Jun 22 2006, 10:05 PM
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Try the new link
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pepper
post Jun 22 2006, 10:02 PM
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oh eww! gah, i looked! icky.
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jack67
post Jun 22 2006, 10:00 PM
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I like the cartoon images on this site:

http://www.femdomart.net/
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seraphine
post Jun 19 2006, 05:56 PM
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Pepper, that just sounds downright titillating... Do tell us more. ;)
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pepper
post Jun 19 2006, 01:04 AM
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OMG!!!! an old playmate just emailed me with some explicate instructions that i am to follow. what i may and may not do and how to document it to prove to him that i've followed orders. oh. i don't get to see him until the fall either. the suspence will just be the End of me. that and the list of restrictions. OMG, i love a dirty, evil, nasty, controlling, mean, dominating monster of a man. gah.
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venetia
post Jun 16 2006, 11:40 PM
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I agree with Jack. In my relationship we do stuff like this because it's us, not because we're in roles. If being in a role is fun for you then by all means go for it - but there's no law that says you can't just smack each other around a little for the fun of it, and even giggle your ass off while you do.

Personally I like that moment in sex where you're doing something crazy and then you both suddenly stop laughing.
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jack67
post Jun 16 2006, 01:08 PM
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quote:plaidmoosetoes

thanks runnergirl... in the past with other dudes, any experimentation with domination or whatever always pretty much ended in hysterical giggling... like, to dominate or submit you have to be in kind of a role, you know? and it's hard to stay in that without laughing. any tips on that, anyone?
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Do you have to assume a role? Role playing can be fun but why not just smack an ass? Just be yourself only a little more or less agressive?
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auralpoison
post Jun 10 2006, 01:58 AM
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*bump*


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venusindisguise
post Jun 8 2006, 06:00 PM
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I think I'm going to have to visit this thread more often... I've been trying to get the boy used to the idea that I am not a delicate flower that must be handled with care. Things are going pretty slowly...BUT! Lastnight the night ended with beautiful red hand slap/spanking marks on my arse! Fab-u!
He is a bit of a shy-guy and our 'ship has been a sailing slowly, but we're getting there. I'm more dominant in day-to-day life, so I think the bedroom switch is a bit tough.
Next step? Bringing my mini-whip into the bedroom, and maybe putting to use those handcuffs he has.
Talk to yall later!
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opheliathemuse
post May 10 2006, 05:53 PM
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plaidmoosetoes, from my experience, you only have to believe the person. Are they naturally a dominant person? A submissive? If you have a sub domming, it will seem off, of course. If you are naturally a dom, then it will feel strange to sub. For example, I only really like a few generalized roles, and not talking during coitus. It makes it more believable for me. It takes practice. If he can carry off verbal play, then fine.
It's all what feels right to you. Don't be afraid of your own fantasies, is what I suppose I'm saying. That way you can access what makes you feel good more quickly and build on it. Maybe you're expecting too much of yourself. Start smaller? Just with a spanking, or a bite?


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