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Yes, Just -Kinky is back under new management and with a brand new, refreshing, look at BDSM and Fetish erotica , catering for those who have a kinkier outlook on life. Just-Kinky is part of the Just-Erotica group offering perhaps the best erotic playground on the internet.
As well as a well stocked library (courtesy of Angie's Erotic Pen) we have a Kinsters Chat Room and The Kinksters Forums. We are also building some exciting and novel Lounges; a Kinksters Dating Site; and a Shopping Centre for those looking to lavish themselves on all things Fetish.
Just-Kinky is a free site, and by free we mean no touting for donations! There are also no membership registration and login-in requirements (we have no wish to either monitor or control our visitors) We are committed to giving you quality BDSM erotica without the drama, rancour and gender or racial prejudices that similar sites practice.
If you enjoy being Kinky and being free to Jab your Kink then you will feel at home with us.
Yes, Just -Kinky is back under new management and with a brand new, refreshing, look at BDSM and Fetish erotica , catering for those who have a kinkier outlook on life. Just-Kinky is part of the Just-Erotica group offering perhaps the best erotic playground on the internet.
As well as a well stocked library (courtesy of Angie's Erotic Pen) we have a Kinsters Chat Room and The Kinksters Forums. We are also building some exciting and novel Lounges; a Kinksters Dating Site; and a Shopping Centre for those looking to lavish themselves on all things Fetish.
Just-Kinky is a free site, and by free we mean no touting for donations! There are also no membership registration and login-in requirements (we have no wish to either monitor or control our visitors) We are committed to giving you quality BDSM erotica without the drama, rancour and gender or racial prejudices that similar sites practice.
If you enjoy being Kinky and being free to Jab your Kink then you will feel at home with us.
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The Just-Kinky website contains stories, information, links, images and videos of sexually explicit material. If you are under the age of 18, if such material offends you or if it's illegal to view such material in your community please do not continue.
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There are many styles of kink that people engage in, but they all have one thing in common: they are activities that take place between consenting adults. Contrary to stereotype, neither SM nor BDSM encompasses or condones abuse, nor do these activities necessarily relate to sex or sexuality, for that is not the exclusive realm in which BDSM plays out. So let us take a look at what BDSM is, and what it is not.
BDSM - The Umbrella Term
BDSM is an acronym combined of several phrases: bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. This term evolved in the early-mid '90s in internet newsgroups as a quick catchphrase to designate any of a myriad of kinky activities which or may not have to do with traditional SM (sadomasochism).
No acronym is ideal for capturing the totality of wiitwd ("what it is that we do") - the "BDSM" phrase does not speak directly to the interests of the fetish community, for instance - but in recent years it has come to be a term in common parlance among the alternative lifestyle population in America. When a person identifies themselves as "being into BDSM" this does not, of itself, pinpoint their interests in any of the activities that come under that umbrella.
To understand exactly what kind of a kink a person has, you have to have dialog with them. In the same manner, some people refer to themselves as "SMers", even if their interest has nothing to do, strictly, with the sensation-oriented play that sadomasochism tends to focus on. BDSM and SM are often used interchangeably. These are terms commonly used to describe one's general interest in kinky activities, and perhaps also one's affiliation with the BDSM community at large.
Who Are These Perverts, Anyway?
The Kinsey Institute New Report on Sex reports that 5-10% of the adult U.S. population engages in SM activities on at least an occasional basis. As the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom notes at their website, "You do not have to be afraid of people who engage in SM. SM players are doctors, lawyers, teachers, construction workers, secretaries, and everything else you can imagine."
As a population, kinksters have not yet been studied in the depth that other sexual minorities have been. Nevertheless, there is a growing body of work by psychologists, sexologists and sociologists that takes a considered look at people who routinely engage in BDSM. As sociologist Gini Graham Scott observes in her book Erotic Power, "A vast variety of people with a diverse range of erotic interests participate in sadomasochism. Their backgrounds, activities and attitudes are quite unlike the social stereotype that depicts sadomasochism as a form of violence, mischief, or mayhem perpetrated by the psychologically unstable who seek to hurt others or to be hurt themselves....At the core of the community are mostly sensible, rational, respectable, otherwise quite ordinary people. Thus, quite unlike its public image, the community is a warm, close and supportive one."
Safe, Sane, Consensual
In 1983 the term "safe, sane and consensual" was first used in a flyer for the Gay Men's SM Association (GMSMA) in New York to describe the types of activities that SM-identified folk were engaging in. The phrase rapidly caught on nation-wide, because it accurately captures the defining aspects of our BDSM interactions. People educate themselves about safety, they distinguish between fantasy and reality, and they negotiate consensual agreements as to the activities they engage in. SSC was never intended to be a dogmatic yardstick for scene behaviour. Rather, it reflects the philosophy that adults take responsibility for themselves; they make choices using common sense about risk and safety; and that they do this consensually.
Sadomasochism
"SM" used to be the only phrase applied to wiitwd, but lately the language of kink has become more differentiated than it once was. In traditional usage, the term sadist meant someone who derives sexual pleasure from inflicting pain; masochist meant someone who gets sexual pleasure from receiving it. In contemporary usage, SM is a general term referencing the broad spectrum of sensation play: i.e., interactions where one person does an activity that gives sensation to the partner.
In SM the person doing the action is called the top; the person being done unto is the bottom. Activities that top and bottom engage in may or may not be pain, and may or may not be sexual - what is fairly constant, however, is that the sensation (of whatever sort) generally carries at least some degree of erotic charge to it. For instance, stroking someone's skin lightly with a feather is SM sensation play. So is running an ice cube over someone's chest, or dripping hot wax on it, or tickling, spanking, or flogging. SM can range from light, innocuous sensations to the brutally fierce - all depending, of course, on the mutual agreement of the partners involved.
The American Psychiatric Association has determined that sadomasochism is a healthy form of sexual expression (see NCSF sidebar for more information).
Sociologists Weinberg and Kamel [3] have noted that "Much S&M involves very little pain. Rather, many sadomasochists prefer acts such as verbal humiliation or abuse, cross-dressing, being tied up (bondage), mild spankings where no severe discomfort is involved, and the like. Often it is the notion of being helpless and subject to the will of another that is sexually titillating..." Or as Havelock Ellis [4] observed, "The essence of sadomasochism is not so much 'pain' as the overwhelming of one's senses - emotionally more than physically."
Dominance and Submission
Dominance and submission, or D/s as it is often called, is about the psychology of control. In D/s the person exerting control is called the dominant; the one being controlled is the submissive. Parties negotiate the degree and limits of the control being exercised. Submission is not taken from an unwilling person, but is given as part of a negotiated exchange of power between the two partners.
SM and D/s are distinctively different forms of play: a person can engage in D/s and never experience or inflict pain or other sensations. It is not necessary for these forms to mix, although frequently they do. SM often incorporates some degree of D/s, and D/s often incorporates some degree of SM.
While SM activities most often revolve around a "scene" or finite encounter, D/s may just as readily extend out beyond the limits of a scene and into the daily life of the participants on an ongoing basis. D/s can become the prevailing dynamic of a loving adult relationship, predicated upon explicit agreements about who has what authority and power, and who is obedient to whom. It has been observed that many vanilla (non-kinky) relationships revolve around a core of D/s, although it is not conscious, mindful or negotiated as such. When it is negotiated and consented to, as it is in the BDSM community, both parties are empowered to shape the relationship as they wish it to be. There are many variations and styles of D/s relationships. Common to them all is a mutual agreement about how much control is exercised by the dominant, and how much autonomy is maintained or given up by the submissive.
Master/slave
A Master/slave relationship is the most controlling of D/s relationships. While a submissive retains control over at least some aspect of his or her life, if not most aspects, in consensual slavery this is not the case. This is a relationship based on agreements about absolute control and obedience which is exercised on a 24/7 basis.
The word "slave" has a great deal of charge to it and many people use the term in their D/s for the eroticism inherent in it ("I want to be your love slave, Master!"). I use the term much more narrowly defined than that. Elsewhere on this site I write in depth about consensual slavery, and the unique demands of this kind of D/s relationship. I think there are clear distinctions to be made between submission and slavery, most notably the fact that slavery is not about submission per se, but about obedience across the board. In my experience a slave is not a "super-sub", but a different creature entirely who may not even exhibit submissive behaviours traditionally found in the D/s realm. To read more about consensual slavery, see essays elsewhere in this BDSM section on Slavery.
Other Kinks
The World O' Kink is vast, and BDSM interests many. I cannot do justice to them in this short essay. Suffice it to say that there are websites, interest groups, educational workshops and social events that cater to the specialized interests of BDSM subgroups. Some of the more popular include:
Bondage - getting restrained or tied up
Fetish - the wearing or admiring of fetish clothing or gear, these being items for which individuals have a fetish (one classic is the traditional high-heeled shoe) - or clothing which evokes an erotic charge and so becomes fetishized. This ranges from skin-tight latex to leather, to corsetry to other exotic erotic fashions.
Role play - pick a character, craft a scenario, and interact with your partner in role.
Discipline - revolves around an authority figure correcting an errant person, often in a domestic setting. Frequently expressed in role-play forms such as: strict governess/delinquent school boy or stern aunt/naughty nephew.
Animal play - no, this is not play with animals, but with people who are role-playing animals. Commonly expressed in the roles of pet owner and pet, or trainer and beast. Popular animals are dogs, cats, large felines, and ponies, though any creature imaginable can be role-played.
WHAT IT IS NOT
SM is Not Criminal Behaviour
Sadomasochism, responsibly conducted between consenting adults, is not criminal behaviour. Unfortunately, serial murderers, rapists, child molesters and other pathological types are sometimes portrayed by popular media as having a kinship with SM or the SM community. It seems that people who engage in non-consensual sex and hurt their victims are thought by the uninformed to be "typical" of the kink community by virtue of the fact that their offensive and illegal activities include sex and pain.
In reality, the SM community abhors individuals who engage in non-consensual activities. That is not what consensual SM is about, or the consensual power exchange found in D/s. BDSM requires communication, honesty, trust and consent, and people participating in kink often spend a great deal of effort cultivating these skills and values. Persons committing crimes that include pathological behaviours are as far outside the pale of the BDSM community as they are outside the bounds of mainstream society.
SM is Not Abuse
BDSM organizations have spent a great deal of thought defining ways in which SM differs from abuse, and creating checklists and information pamphlets elaborating on these attributes. Many of these items are works in progress, and some do not take into consideration all the varieties of behaviour that are acceptable between consenting partners within the range of D/s relationships.
Rather than reference these lists and material, then, I offer my own minimum definitions about the ways in which SM differs from abuse. While I am not speaking for any organization or group beyond myself, it is worth noting that these definitions are in keeping with current community thought regarding SM versus abuse, and reflect a commonality of kinky experience.
1. Trust, honesty and communication are central to an SM relationship. Broken trust, manipulation or dishonesty, and abortive communications are central to an abusive relationship.
2. SM interactions leave all parties feeling good about what just happened. Abusive interactions leave at least one person feeling awful about what just happened.
3. Both parties give conscious, informed consent to what is happening in SM. At least one party in an abusive circumstance is not consenting to what is happening.
SM is Not Non-Consensual
Of all the factors distinguishing SM from abuse or criminal behaviours, there is one thing above all that cannot be stressed enough: CONSENT. No one who is abused consents to be emotionally damaged, or verbally or physically attacked. No one who is criminally assaulted agrees to such a violation of their person. Such actions are unwarranted, uninvited and unwanted boundary transgressions, and these are not things the victim of abusers or criminals gives consent to.
In SM, it is important to note that while some activities may appear to be violent or pushing of boundaries, it is the existence of consent that makes all the difference in the world. If there is no consent, there will be no SM interaction. With the presence of consent, the dynamic is one of two adults sharing an exchange that brings them both pleasures. A kinksters on the receiving end of a consensual paddling is no more being abused or assaulted than a football player on the receiving end of a tackle.
Both parties have consented to physical contact in the welcome pursuit of their activity of choice.
BDSM - The Umbrella Term
BDSM is an acronym combined of several phrases: bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. This term evolved in the early-mid '90s in internet newsgroups as a quick catchphrase to designate any of a myriad of kinky activities which or may not have to do with traditional SM (sadomasochism).
No acronym is ideal for capturing the totality of wiitwd ("what it is that we do") - the "BDSM" phrase does not speak directly to the interests of the fetish community, for instance - but in recent years it has come to be a term in common parlance among the alternative lifestyle population in America. When a person identifies themselves as "being into BDSM" this does not, of itself, pinpoint their interests in any of the activities that come under that umbrella.
To understand exactly what kind of a kink a person has, you have to have dialog with them. In the same manner, some people refer to themselves as "SMers", even if their interest has nothing to do, strictly, with the sensation-oriented play that sadomasochism tends to focus on. BDSM and SM are often used interchangeably. These are terms commonly used to describe one's general interest in kinky activities, and perhaps also one's affiliation with the BDSM community at large.
Who Are These Perverts, Anyway?
The Kinsey Institute New Report on Sex reports that 5-10% of the adult U.S. population engages in SM activities on at least an occasional basis. As the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom notes at their website, "You do not have to be afraid of people who engage in SM. SM players are doctors, lawyers, teachers, construction workers, secretaries, and everything else you can imagine."
As a population, kinksters have not yet been studied in the depth that other sexual minorities have been. Nevertheless, there is a growing body of work by psychologists, sexologists and sociologists that takes a considered look at people who routinely engage in BDSM. As sociologist Gini Graham Scott observes in her book Erotic Power, "A vast variety of people with a diverse range of erotic interests participate in sadomasochism. Their backgrounds, activities and attitudes are quite unlike the social stereotype that depicts sadomasochism as a form of violence, mischief, or mayhem perpetrated by the psychologically unstable who seek to hurt others or to be hurt themselves....At the core of the community are mostly sensible, rational, respectable, otherwise quite ordinary people. Thus, quite unlike its public image, the community is a warm, close and supportive one."
Safe, Sane, Consensual
In 1983 the term "safe, sane and consensual" was first used in a flyer for the Gay Men's SM Association (GMSMA) in New York to describe the types of activities that SM-identified folk were engaging in. The phrase rapidly caught on nation-wide, because it accurately captures the defining aspects of our BDSM interactions. People educate themselves about safety, they distinguish between fantasy and reality, and they negotiate consensual agreements as to the activities they engage in. SSC was never intended to be a dogmatic yardstick for scene behaviour. Rather, it reflects the philosophy that adults take responsibility for themselves; they make choices using common sense about risk and safety; and that they do this consensually.
Sadomasochism
"SM" used to be the only phrase applied to wiitwd, but lately the language of kink has become more differentiated than it once was. In traditional usage, the term sadist meant someone who derives sexual pleasure from inflicting pain; masochist meant someone who gets sexual pleasure from receiving it. In contemporary usage, SM is a general term referencing the broad spectrum of sensation play: i.e., interactions where one person does an activity that gives sensation to the partner.
In SM the person doing the action is called the top; the person being done unto is the bottom. Activities that top and bottom engage in may or may not be pain, and may or may not be sexual - what is fairly constant, however, is that the sensation (of whatever sort) generally carries at least some degree of erotic charge to it. For instance, stroking someone's skin lightly with a feather is SM sensation play. So is running an ice cube over someone's chest, or dripping hot wax on it, or tickling, spanking, or flogging. SM can range from light, innocuous sensations to the brutally fierce - all depending, of course, on the mutual agreement of the partners involved.
The American Psychiatric Association has determined that sadomasochism is a healthy form of sexual expression (see NCSF sidebar for more information).
Sociologists Weinberg and Kamel [3] have noted that "Much S&M involves very little pain. Rather, many sadomasochists prefer acts such as verbal humiliation or abuse, cross-dressing, being tied up (bondage), mild spankings where no severe discomfort is involved, and the like. Often it is the notion of being helpless and subject to the will of another that is sexually titillating..." Or as Havelock Ellis [4] observed, "The essence of sadomasochism is not so much 'pain' as the overwhelming of one's senses - emotionally more than physically."
Dominance and Submission
Dominance and submission, or D/s as it is often called, is about the psychology of control. In D/s the person exerting control is called the dominant; the one being controlled is the submissive. Parties negotiate the degree and limits of the control being exercised. Submission is not taken from an unwilling person, but is given as part of a negotiated exchange of power between the two partners.
SM and D/s are distinctively different forms of play: a person can engage in D/s and never experience or inflict pain or other sensations. It is not necessary for these forms to mix, although frequently they do. SM often incorporates some degree of D/s, and D/s often incorporates some degree of SM.
While SM activities most often revolve around a "scene" or finite encounter, D/s may just as readily extend out beyond the limits of a scene and into the daily life of the participants on an ongoing basis. D/s can become the prevailing dynamic of a loving adult relationship, predicated upon explicit agreements about who has what authority and power, and who is obedient to whom. It has been observed that many vanilla (non-kinky) relationships revolve around a core of D/s, although it is not conscious, mindful or negotiated as such. When it is negotiated and consented to, as it is in the BDSM community, both parties are empowered to shape the relationship as they wish it to be. There are many variations and styles of D/s relationships. Common to them all is a mutual agreement about how much control is exercised by the dominant, and how much autonomy is maintained or given up by the submissive.
Master/slave
A Master/slave relationship is the most controlling of D/s relationships. While a submissive retains control over at least some aspect of his or her life, if not most aspects, in consensual slavery this is not the case. This is a relationship based on agreements about absolute control and obedience which is exercised on a 24/7 basis.
The word "slave" has a great deal of charge to it and many people use the term in their D/s for the eroticism inherent in it ("I want to be your love slave, Master!"). I use the term much more narrowly defined than that. Elsewhere on this site I write in depth about consensual slavery, and the unique demands of this kind of D/s relationship. I think there are clear distinctions to be made between submission and slavery, most notably the fact that slavery is not about submission per se, but about obedience across the board. In my experience a slave is not a "super-sub", but a different creature entirely who may not even exhibit submissive behaviours traditionally found in the D/s realm. To read more about consensual slavery, see essays elsewhere in this BDSM section on Slavery.
Other Kinks
The World O' Kink is vast, and BDSM interests many. I cannot do justice to them in this short essay. Suffice it to say that there are websites, interest groups, educational workshops and social events that cater to the specialized interests of BDSM subgroups. Some of the more popular include:
Bondage - getting restrained or tied up
Fetish - the wearing or admiring of fetish clothing or gear, these being items for which individuals have a fetish (one classic is the traditional high-heeled shoe) - or clothing which evokes an erotic charge and so becomes fetishized. This ranges from skin-tight latex to leather, to corsetry to other exotic erotic fashions.
Role play - pick a character, craft a scenario, and interact with your partner in role.
Discipline - revolves around an authority figure correcting an errant person, often in a domestic setting. Frequently expressed in role-play forms such as: strict governess/delinquent school boy or stern aunt/naughty nephew.
Animal play - no, this is not play with animals, but with people who are role-playing animals. Commonly expressed in the roles of pet owner and pet, or trainer and beast. Popular animals are dogs, cats, large felines, and ponies, though any creature imaginable can be role-played.
WHAT IT IS NOT
SM is Not Criminal Behaviour
Sadomasochism, responsibly conducted between consenting adults, is not criminal behaviour. Unfortunately, serial murderers, rapists, child molesters and other pathological types are sometimes portrayed by popular media as having a kinship with SM or the SM community. It seems that people who engage in non-consensual sex and hurt their victims are thought by the uninformed to be "typical" of the kink community by virtue of the fact that their offensive and illegal activities include sex and pain.
In reality, the SM community abhors individuals who engage in non-consensual activities. That is not what consensual SM is about, or the consensual power exchange found in D/s. BDSM requires communication, honesty, trust and consent, and people participating in kink often spend a great deal of effort cultivating these skills and values. Persons committing crimes that include pathological behaviours are as far outside the pale of the BDSM community as they are outside the bounds of mainstream society.
SM is Not Abuse
BDSM organizations have spent a great deal of thought defining ways in which SM differs from abuse, and creating checklists and information pamphlets elaborating on these attributes. Many of these items are works in progress, and some do not take into consideration all the varieties of behaviour that are acceptable between consenting partners within the range of D/s relationships.
Rather than reference these lists and material, then, I offer my own minimum definitions about the ways in which SM differs from abuse. While I am not speaking for any organization or group beyond myself, it is worth noting that these definitions are in keeping with current community thought regarding SM versus abuse, and reflect a commonality of kinky experience.
1. Trust, honesty and communication are central to an SM relationship. Broken trust, manipulation or dishonesty, and abortive communications are central to an abusive relationship.
2. SM interactions leave all parties feeling good about what just happened. Abusive interactions leave at least one person feeling awful about what just happened.
3. Both parties give conscious, informed consent to what is happening in SM. At least one party in an abusive circumstance is not consenting to what is happening.
SM is Not Non-Consensual
Of all the factors distinguishing SM from abuse or criminal behaviours, there is one thing above all that cannot be stressed enough: CONSENT. No one who is abused consents to be emotionally damaged, or verbally or physically attacked. No one who is criminally assaulted agrees to such a violation of their person. Such actions are unwarranted, uninvited and unwanted boundary transgressions, and these are not things the victim of abusers or criminals gives consent to.
In SM, it is important to note that while some activities may appear to be violent or pushing of boundaries, it is the existence of consent that makes all the difference in the world. If there is no consent, there will be no SM interaction. With the presence of consent, the dynamic is one of two adults sharing an exchange that brings them both pleasures. A kinksters on the receiving end of a consensual paddling is no more being abused or assaulted than a football player on the receiving end of a tackle.
Both parties have consented to physical contact in the welcome pursuit of their activity of choice.
I love blindfolds. In a seeming dichotomy, they let me slip into a place removed from the scene that’s going on, and yet be engaged in it on an even more intimate level by touch, scent & sound.
Usually, I have no fear of “what’s going to happen” when I am blindfolded. In a way I feel safer, cocooned in a blindfold.
One night at our local play party, the ex blindfolded me. He frequently did so when we played, knowing it allows me to wander away from the crowd around us into that special drifty headspace. This time, he blindfolded me at the door, before we got inside the playspace, before I had a chance to greet my friends, to check out who was there, to feel…comfortable.
This was something new.
He told me not to speak to anyone. He led me in, mute and blind, and made his way through the room, stopping to chat with this or that person, being greeted, telling people when they made to greet me that I was invisible.
Isn’t that what we believe when we are children? If I can’t see you, you can’t see me. Finally he sat me down at a table, arranged me just so (legs open, hands on my thighs.) Admonishing me again not to speak, he left my side. I don’t know how long he was gone, but it seemed forever.
I was alone, blind and mute and exposed. I felt the wetness quivering between my legs. I strained to hear and make out the voices of my friends in the cacophony of sound that is a FLOG party. I felt people near me, felt the brush of cloth against my arm or leg occasionally, caught the scent of candles and leather and latex…perfume.
I did not feel invisible whatsoever. I felt…in a spotlight. On center stage. I felt everyone looking at me. But still, I felt safe, contained and anonymous inside my cocoon.
He came back, touched my hand, adjusted the blindfold, his hands warm and familiar. Then, without a word, he grabbed a handful of my hair and drug me to my feet. Suddenly I wasn’t so sure it was him. The hand felt…wrong. Too large, too hard, too forceful. But it had to be him, right? I’d felt his hand caress me, felt his male body near mine…
And I was not happily drifting anymore but a little uncertain, off balance. Nervous. Why couldn’t I know by his feel or scent if it was him? Baby seals know their mothers out of thousands of other seals just by their smell right from birth–how could I not know my husband of 12 years?
I was led, or more accurately, propelled, up to the front of the room. I knew it was the front because I could hear the sounds of play going on around me more clearly now. The slap of a flogger on flesh, a moan, a whimper. He turned me around and pushed me back against a piece of equipment. It’s funny the places your mind goes when you can’t see.
I struggled desperately to figure out which piece of equipment it was that I was on…concluded finally that it was the hangman’s gallows. He tied my hands straight up over my head then, leaving my ankles free.
And then, in total silence…he allowed people to come up and touch me. Pinches, slaps, caresses, the flutter of fingers over my throbbing, wet pussy. I moaned and writhed, trying to stay silent.
And then…a slap in the face.
I was snapped out of my safe space and suddenly, everything was menacing, frightening. I went from happy drifty again to terrified. I had no idea who had slapped me. Or if it would happen again.
And for the next however-much-time-it-lasted I never knew when it would happen again. Hands, warm, cold, small, large…spanking, slapping thighs gently or hard, but never true impact play…softly caressing. Until the face slap. I would know just before it happened because suddenly my chin would be grabbed and held and before I could draw a breath, the slap would land…a sharp stinging slap or a small one. And different hands, always different hands.
Sometimes my chin would be grabbed and I would whimper, jerk in the person’s hand, anticipating the blow–only to have it never land. I would be released.
The entire scene was played out in silence, mine and theirs. I never knew who all had touched and slapped me up there. He brought me down and took the blindfold off, but never told me who he had allowed to use me that way. And they never said.
I often masturbate to a blindfold fantasy as well. In it I am blindfolded and laying on my side.
Various men fuck me from behind, never touching me anywhere but there, their cock/my cunt. Anonymously thrusting into me until they come. Sometimes, when A is in just this position, I close my eyes and then I have the fantasy in reality: I see and feel him thrusting into me…an anonymous “him”, a cock in my hole. Just that imagery is enough to send me over the edge.
Raw, anonymous, blind.
Usually, I have no fear of “what’s going to happen” when I am blindfolded. In a way I feel safer, cocooned in a blindfold.
One night at our local play party, the ex blindfolded me. He frequently did so when we played, knowing it allows me to wander away from the crowd around us into that special drifty headspace. This time, he blindfolded me at the door, before we got inside the playspace, before I had a chance to greet my friends, to check out who was there, to feel…comfortable.
This was something new.
He told me not to speak to anyone. He led me in, mute and blind, and made his way through the room, stopping to chat with this or that person, being greeted, telling people when they made to greet me that I was invisible.
Isn’t that what we believe when we are children? If I can’t see you, you can’t see me. Finally he sat me down at a table, arranged me just so (legs open, hands on my thighs.) Admonishing me again not to speak, he left my side. I don’t know how long he was gone, but it seemed forever.
I was alone, blind and mute and exposed. I felt the wetness quivering between my legs. I strained to hear and make out the voices of my friends in the cacophony of sound that is a FLOG party. I felt people near me, felt the brush of cloth against my arm or leg occasionally, caught the scent of candles and leather and latex…perfume.
I did not feel invisible whatsoever. I felt…in a spotlight. On center stage. I felt everyone looking at me. But still, I felt safe, contained and anonymous inside my cocoon.
He came back, touched my hand, adjusted the blindfold, his hands warm and familiar. Then, without a word, he grabbed a handful of my hair and drug me to my feet. Suddenly I wasn’t so sure it was him. The hand felt…wrong. Too large, too hard, too forceful. But it had to be him, right? I’d felt his hand caress me, felt his male body near mine…
And I was not happily drifting anymore but a little uncertain, off balance. Nervous. Why couldn’t I know by his feel or scent if it was him? Baby seals know their mothers out of thousands of other seals just by their smell right from birth–how could I not know my husband of 12 years?
I was led, or more accurately, propelled, up to the front of the room. I knew it was the front because I could hear the sounds of play going on around me more clearly now. The slap of a flogger on flesh, a moan, a whimper. He turned me around and pushed me back against a piece of equipment. It’s funny the places your mind goes when you can’t see.
I struggled desperately to figure out which piece of equipment it was that I was on…concluded finally that it was the hangman’s gallows. He tied my hands straight up over my head then, leaving my ankles free.
And then, in total silence…he allowed people to come up and touch me. Pinches, slaps, caresses, the flutter of fingers over my throbbing, wet pussy. I moaned and writhed, trying to stay silent.
And then…a slap in the face.
I was snapped out of my safe space and suddenly, everything was menacing, frightening. I went from happy drifty again to terrified. I had no idea who had slapped me. Or if it would happen again.
And for the next however-much-time-it-lasted I never knew when it would happen again. Hands, warm, cold, small, large…spanking, slapping thighs gently or hard, but never true impact play…softly caressing. Until the face slap. I would know just before it happened because suddenly my chin would be grabbed and held and before I could draw a breath, the slap would land…a sharp stinging slap or a small one. And different hands, always different hands.
Sometimes my chin would be grabbed and I would whimper, jerk in the person’s hand, anticipating the blow–only to have it never land. I would be released.
The entire scene was played out in silence, mine and theirs. I never knew who all had touched and slapped me up there. He brought me down and took the blindfold off, but never told me who he had allowed to use me that way. And they never said.
I often masturbate to a blindfold fantasy as well. In it I am blindfolded and laying on my side.
Various men fuck me from behind, never touching me anywhere but there, their cock/my cunt. Anonymously thrusting into me until they come. Sometimes, when A is in just this position, I close my eyes and then I have the fantasy in reality: I see and feel him thrusting into me…an anonymous “him”, a cock in my hole. Just that imagery is enough to send me over the edge.
Raw, anonymous, blind.
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You would like my dungeon, I know you would. A place where you can live out your most depraved fantasies.
It’s no use shaking your head girl, I know you, you don’t fool me. Your family might think you are a paragon of virtue but I know the real you.
Your friends might think you are all sweetness and light; but I know you better.
That’s it, shift uncomfortably in your seat, smooth down your conservative length skirt; try to look as though you don’t know what I am talking about, but I know you girl.
I know what goes through that mind of yours when you are alone with your thoughts; when you are sitting by yourself in the cafe taking a break.
I know where your mind strays. I know where your mind wanders when you are on the bus on your way home after work.
Most of all I know where your thoughts are when you climb between the sheets of your bed at night and your hand slides slowly down your naked body to the waistband of your panties. I know what you are thinking as you teasingly slide your hand inside and your fingers make contact with your sex.
I know you girl.
I know that your thoughts run riot as you begin to masturbate yourself.
“What, you even deny masturbating?”
Don’t make me laugh girl. I know you. I know where your fantasies take you as you approach your orgasm; as your body starts to shake; as your mouth lets out its gasps and moans; as you cry out in fulfilment. And afterwards? I know what your desire still is.
So come on then; come to my dungeon. Be honest with yourself and be honest with me, you want to come to my dungeon. So come on then.
“What will it be like?” You ask.
I think you already know that; you already know what’s waiting inside for you as you stand outside the door. But first you must strip; everything comes off; all your clothes, the lot. Only the Maitresse is allowed the dignity of being clothed in the dungeon. So everything comes off; even your jewellery; everything comes off, dumped in a heap outside the door.
The only thing you will take inside with you that first time will be your dignity; and believe me girl, when you leave that room even that will have been stripped from you.
So come inside, and don’t walk with your arms in front of your body and your hands coyly covering your groin; get your hands behind your back girl. I know what a pussy looks like; I have one myself. My dungeon is not the place for shyness; here you will be exposed in ways your never thought possible.
I will show you around. I will start with the wall racks, I want you to see all my implements of pain and pleasure; I want you to see the range of restraints I have, the chains and the cuffs; I want you to see my clamps, those metal instruments that I will affix to your nipples. I want you to see my whips and canes; my riding crops; my floggers and my paddles. I will watch your face as I show you them. I know that in your mind you will already be tasting them against your soft white flesh.
I will show you my St Andrews Cross; make you stand in front of it and look at the restraints fixed to it; the restraints that will bind you. I might even bind you there and then and take advantage of your exposed back, but on second thoughts, ‘no’. For your first time I have something very special for you.
I will show you my bench. Yes it looks odd doesn’t it; a bit like one of those benches you find in a gymnasium, but this one is different. You would kneel on the lower bench and prostrate your body on the rest of the leather covered frame, placing your neck in the special rest. Then I would bring up the clamp that fixes across the back of your neck, locking your head into place. Your wrist would be restrained next, cuffed to the sides. Then it would be your thighs that would be strapped firmly into place against the frame.
I am sure you get the picture now don’t you; your bottom and rear exposed and vulnerable. After a good spanking with a paddle I might put on my strap-on. You know what a strap-on is don’t you? I don’t need to tell you how girls can have girl on girl fun with one of them, do I? I have a nice big thick black one; I call it Mr Negro. You will know once you see it why I have given it that name.
“Never had one used on you?”
It will be an experience you will never forget.
But I have something else to show you; a special table. Yes, that’s it. The strong, sturdy oak bench covered in padded black leather. Come on lie down on it; it will be cold at first but you will soon get used to it.
“What are those ropes and pulleys you can see coming down from the ceiling?” You ask yourself.
You will soon find out; you will soon start to realise what it’s all about when I take the first of the two spreader bars and fasten the cuff attachments to your wrists, then attach two of the ropes to its ends.
“Still puzzled?”
You won’t be when I start to adjust the pulleys, raising the bar into the air and taking your arms with it.
It will be your legs next; first the spreader bar and then the raising of them into the air. You will have the full picture now; naked; restrained and exposed. Exposed to an extent that perhaps only your doctor has seen. Now you feel uncomfortable as I stand in front of you and pull your hips down so that your bottom is neatly perched on the edge of the table; stand between your wide open legs looking down at you; looking at your gaping pussy; looking at every fold and crevice.
You also feel a little afraid now. You don’t really know me; you don’t know what I am capable of doing, and of course no one else knows you are here. You couldn’t say to your best friend “I am going to a dungeon,” could you. So you have no idea what is coming next; no idea what I am about to do.
But I know what I am going to do. I know exactly what I intend doing. I am going to strip you of your dignity first. I am going to degrade you. It’s not that I don’t like you; I do, but I have to show you up for what you really are.
As you lie there I stroke you and touch you intimately; it’s my way of saying to you “I can do anything I want to you and you can’t do anything about it.”
“You won’t mind if I bring one or two friends in to have a look at you?” I ask you.
Your face is a picture; you look horrified, mortified even. For a moment there is silence; you have been rendered speechless. Perhaps you think I am joking? But I don’t joke. Suddenly you can hear voices outside the room; men talking; men laughing and joking. Men that I have selected specially for you. They too are stripping; stripping for you; stripping to help me take your dignity.
One by one they file into the room; all six of them. Men you have never seen before; men you would not normally pass the time of day with but men, nevertheless, that are going to get to know you as intimately as any man can. One by one they gather round the table, standing with me in a semi-circle around you and looking down at you.
You don’t need to ask what they are thinking, you can see for yourself from the reactions; you can see for yourself their penis’ stiffening; their penis’ hardening from the excitement of seeing you. You know what men like that are like; dirty and depraved, interested in only one thing. You start to mouth something as their hands alight on your body; you want to tell them to stop but you realise how useless it would be. You couldn’t stop them even if you were able too; men like that don’t take no for answer, especially when you are naked and bound the way you are.
All you can do is lie there silently feeling repulsed as they stroke you; as they touch your breasts; as they explore your most intimate places. No place on your body is left untouched by them. Their talk and their language repulses you also; dirty words; filthy words; depraved words, as they talk about your body. Worst of all though is their talk about what they are going to do you; how they are going to use you; how they are going to satisfy their lusts with you. And you see that they mean it; you can see their full erections now; all shapes, sizes and thickness, all ready for you.
You look up at me. I can see you silently pleading “Don’t let them fuck me.” You are saying.
Of course I will not let them. I am not into rape. A woman has the right to say no; you have the right to say no to them. But will you? Will you say no?
Of course you will, no self respecting woman is going to allow men to fuck her this way; men she has never even seen before; men she knows nothing about. You will say no won’t you?
But will you?
When one of the men leans over and kisses you gently on the lips as he fondles your breasts and whispers in your ear “I want to fuck you, can I?” Will you tell him no?
You think you will. But what if I taste you first? I love to taste my slutty girls. I love to go down on their sweet pussies and run my tongue over their clitty; run my tongue through the crevices of their labia; delve my tongue inside their opening and feel their juices flooding against my lips. I like also to slip my fingers deep inside their tight vagina, slide in deep until I find that g-spot. Will you say no then?
You may have experienced a man that way; you may have cum from the hand and tongue of a man before but women do it better. A woman knows her intimate parts better than a man does and a woman knows how to please a woman better than a man.
Would you still say no then? Would you still say no if he asked you again as I made you cum? Would you still say no to having his cock inside you then?
Perhaps you might. But you wouldn’t after what I planned for you next.
You would watch me go to the rack and select a flogger. Have you ever felt the leather strands of a flogger against your naked flesh? Have you ever felt those sharp stings? Do you know what it’s like to experience that excruciating pain? Your thighs; your bottom, even between your legs would feel the gentle lashings of those thongs. I would pay particular attention to your pussy. Your labia lips would already be wet and swollen from the attention of my tongue. Imagine the feel of those leather strands against you.
Would you still say no then, as he kissed you and asked if he could put his cock inside your tight pussy?
You might but next time you wouldn’t say no. I can assure you of that.
Once again you would watch me go over to the racks. I would tease and taunt you as I picked up various instruments. I know that you would be watching; wondering what I would select for you. What do you fear most I wonder?
I know what you fear most. I know what everyone fears most. I am not a Maitresse for nothing!
My single-tailed whip would make you say yes. It’s just a pearl handled instrument with a simple, single strand of leather, knotted at the end; just a simple instrument of pain but a very effective instrument. The lashes seem easy to take at first but then as lashed flesh gets struck again and again the pain gets worse; eventually the flesh will start to cut, but it rarely gets to that stage.
You will soon realise that the only way to stop the pain is to have something to buffer the lashes; something that stands between you and the whip. A man. A man standing between your thighs.
You know you have to say yes now don’t you? Even if his cock has to be inside you; even if he has to fuck you; even if he has to use you like a whore. You have no alternative but to say yes. As he leans over you once again and runs his hands over your breasts; as he kisses you gently and he asks to fuck you again you finally give in and whisper “Yes”.
“What was that?” He will ask to be certain.
“Yes.” You will say a little louder.
“Yes to what?” He will tease.
“YES, FUCK ME.” You will scream, as your stinging bottom gets worse.
And that is all that he would be waiting for; all that they would be waiting for and all I was waiting to hear from your lips. Your invitation to the men to fuck you. I can nod to them now; give them my approval. You have consented to letting six men; six strangers; six dirty and depraved males use you like a whore.
I would stand and watch; watch as one by one they satisfied themselves with your pussy; watch their cocks thrust in and out of your cunt; watch as they emptied their cum inside you, watch as each one pulled out for the next man to take his place. Watch as cock after cock pushed back the cum dribbling from your pussy as they entered. Watch as your dignity evaporated into the air.
You would try to hold back from taking any form of pleasure from them but it wouldn’t last; you would start to enjoy their cocks inside you; soon start to enjoy that thick, long flesh inside you. But most of all you would be unable to hold back the slut within you; you know and I know that deep down inside you are a whore.
By the time the last one had taken his pleasure with you the first would be ready to take you again. I told you that I had selected them specially; they are by no means Adonis’, in fact they are most unattractive but they are selected for their staying power. They rarely get the opportunity to fuck a young, slim, and attractive women like yourself so they will make sure they have their fill of you.
But I know that secretly you will be pleased; secretly you will be thankful that they did manage to go round and round again. You have a lot of pent up lust inside you; lust that has built up over the years; lust that is now being satisfied and once they had finished it would be your turn to pleasure me.
Yes you heard right; pleasure me. I expect my sluts to pleasure me. Your arms will be lowered and your hands released from the spreader bar and I will climb on the table. As I lower myself down on your face you will know what is expected of you. You may have not pleasured another woman before but you will pleasure me; your tongue will touch every part of me; it will delve into every cleft and fold of flesh; it will lift the hood of flesh over my clitty and tease me; it will dig deep inside my opening and you will enjoy the rush of juices that flow over your lips. You will bring me to climax and my juices will flood your face and flow down your cheeks.
You know what I will do to you if you don’t satisfy me don’t you? You know that I will be merciless with my riding crop on your already tender bottom, don’t you?
And as you pleasure me be prepared for the men to take turns with you again. Men get excited at seeing a woman pleasure another woman and these men will. They will get erections again and will take their pleasure of your already well-fucked pussy again. But I know that you won’t complain; deep down inside it has always been a secret desire of yours to pleasure another woman while getting fucked at the same time.
Once they have finished with you; once we have all finished with you, you may go. The men will take you to the shower room; you don’t want to leave smelling like a well-fucked whore do you? The men will join you as well; they won’t want to go home to their wives smelling of you. Don’t be surprised if they fuck you again either; a shower can revitalise a man very quickly and the sight of a naked woman alongside them will be arousing. So just because you are out of the dungeon don’t think they can’t touch you again; they are entitled to make you touch your toes and fuck you from behind.
When you are dressed and composed you will come and join me for a few moments so that I can consult my diary and book you in for your next appointment.
“You won’t want to come back?”
Don’t make me laugh girl; I know you. You’re a whore, a filthy slut, and you need someone like me. You will come back time and time again.
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So when are you going to come to my dungeon?
YES YOU!
I can see you there in front of your computer screen, with one hand on the mouse and it’s cursor on the red exit button. You have one eye on the door in case anyone comes into the room. I know you. They may think that you are writing a report but I know that you are reading this; I know what you are thinking. I know that your panties are damp you filthy little whore. So come on then slut, you know where I am, come and join me.
“Will it be like with that woman?”
Wait and see. Not every session in my dungeon is the same. I will know within minutes of meeting you what you really want; what you really need. One thing you can be sure of though; no one leaves my dungeon the same way they came in.
So come on.
My dungeon awaits you.
It’s no use shaking your head girl, I know you, you don’t fool me. Your family might think you are a paragon of virtue but I know the real you.
Your friends might think you are all sweetness and light; but I know you better.
That’s it, shift uncomfortably in your seat, smooth down your conservative length skirt; try to look as though you don’t know what I am talking about, but I know you girl.
I know what goes through that mind of yours when you are alone with your thoughts; when you are sitting by yourself in the cafe taking a break.
I know where your mind strays. I know where your mind wanders when you are on the bus on your way home after work.
Most of all I know where your thoughts are when you climb between the sheets of your bed at night and your hand slides slowly down your naked body to the waistband of your panties. I know what you are thinking as you teasingly slide your hand inside and your fingers make contact with your sex.
I know you girl.
I know that your thoughts run riot as you begin to masturbate yourself.
“What, you even deny masturbating?”
Don’t make me laugh girl. I know you. I know where your fantasies take you as you approach your orgasm; as your body starts to shake; as your mouth lets out its gasps and moans; as you cry out in fulfilment. And afterwards? I know what your desire still is.
So come on then; come to my dungeon. Be honest with yourself and be honest with me, you want to come to my dungeon. So come on then.
“What will it be like?” You ask.
I think you already know that; you already know what’s waiting inside for you as you stand outside the door. But first you must strip; everything comes off; all your clothes, the lot. Only the Maitresse is allowed the dignity of being clothed in the dungeon. So everything comes off; even your jewellery; everything comes off, dumped in a heap outside the door.
The only thing you will take inside with you that first time will be your dignity; and believe me girl, when you leave that room even that will have been stripped from you.
So come inside, and don’t walk with your arms in front of your body and your hands coyly covering your groin; get your hands behind your back girl. I know what a pussy looks like; I have one myself. My dungeon is not the place for shyness; here you will be exposed in ways your never thought possible.
I will show you around. I will start with the wall racks, I want you to see all my implements of pain and pleasure; I want you to see the range of restraints I have, the chains and the cuffs; I want you to see my clamps, those metal instruments that I will affix to your nipples. I want you to see my whips and canes; my riding crops; my floggers and my paddles. I will watch your face as I show you them. I know that in your mind you will already be tasting them against your soft white flesh.
I will show you my St Andrews Cross; make you stand in front of it and look at the restraints fixed to it; the restraints that will bind you. I might even bind you there and then and take advantage of your exposed back, but on second thoughts, ‘no’. For your first time I have something very special for you.
I will show you my bench. Yes it looks odd doesn’t it; a bit like one of those benches you find in a gymnasium, but this one is different. You would kneel on the lower bench and prostrate your body on the rest of the leather covered frame, placing your neck in the special rest. Then I would bring up the clamp that fixes across the back of your neck, locking your head into place. Your wrist would be restrained next, cuffed to the sides. Then it would be your thighs that would be strapped firmly into place against the frame.
I am sure you get the picture now don’t you; your bottom and rear exposed and vulnerable. After a good spanking with a paddle I might put on my strap-on. You know what a strap-on is don’t you? I don’t need to tell you how girls can have girl on girl fun with one of them, do I? I have a nice big thick black one; I call it Mr Negro. You will know once you see it why I have given it that name.
“Never had one used on you?”
It will be an experience you will never forget.
But I have something else to show you; a special table. Yes, that’s it. The strong, sturdy oak bench covered in padded black leather. Come on lie down on it; it will be cold at first but you will soon get used to it.
“What are those ropes and pulleys you can see coming down from the ceiling?” You ask yourself.
You will soon find out; you will soon start to realise what it’s all about when I take the first of the two spreader bars and fasten the cuff attachments to your wrists, then attach two of the ropes to its ends.
“Still puzzled?”
You won’t be when I start to adjust the pulleys, raising the bar into the air and taking your arms with it.
It will be your legs next; first the spreader bar and then the raising of them into the air. You will have the full picture now; naked; restrained and exposed. Exposed to an extent that perhaps only your doctor has seen. Now you feel uncomfortable as I stand in front of you and pull your hips down so that your bottom is neatly perched on the edge of the table; stand between your wide open legs looking down at you; looking at your gaping pussy; looking at every fold and crevice.
You also feel a little afraid now. You don’t really know me; you don’t know what I am capable of doing, and of course no one else knows you are here. You couldn’t say to your best friend “I am going to a dungeon,” could you. So you have no idea what is coming next; no idea what I am about to do.
But I know what I am going to do. I know exactly what I intend doing. I am going to strip you of your dignity first. I am going to degrade you. It’s not that I don’t like you; I do, but I have to show you up for what you really are.
As you lie there I stroke you and touch you intimately; it’s my way of saying to you “I can do anything I want to you and you can’t do anything about it.”
“You won’t mind if I bring one or two friends in to have a look at you?” I ask you.
Your face is a picture; you look horrified, mortified even. For a moment there is silence; you have been rendered speechless. Perhaps you think I am joking? But I don’t joke. Suddenly you can hear voices outside the room; men talking; men laughing and joking. Men that I have selected specially for you. They too are stripping; stripping for you; stripping to help me take your dignity.
One by one they file into the room; all six of them. Men you have never seen before; men you would not normally pass the time of day with but men, nevertheless, that are going to get to know you as intimately as any man can. One by one they gather round the table, standing with me in a semi-circle around you and looking down at you.
You don’t need to ask what they are thinking, you can see for yourself from the reactions; you can see for yourself their penis’ stiffening; their penis’ hardening from the excitement of seeing you. You know what men like that are like; dirty and depraved, interested in only one thing. You start to mouth something as their hands alight on your body; you want to tell them to stop but you realise how useless it would be. You couldn’t stop them even if you were able too; men like that don’t take no for answer, especially when you are naked and bound the way you are.
All you can do is lie there silently feeling repulsed as they stroke you; as they touch your breasts; as they explore your most intimate places. No place on your body is left untouched by them. Their talk and their language repulses you also; dirty words; filthy words; depraved words, as they talk about your body. Worst of all though is their talk about what they are going to do you; how they are going to use you; how they are going to satisfy their lusts with you. And you see that they mean it; you can see their full erections now; all shapes, sizes and thickness, all ready for you.
You look up at me. I can see you silently pleading “Don’t let them fuck me.” You are saying.
Of course I will not let them. I am not into rape. A woman has the right to say no; you have the right to say no to them. But will you? Will you say no?
Of course you will, no self respecting woman is going to allow men to fuck her this way; men she has never even seen before; men she knows nothing about. You will say no won’t you?
But will you?
When one of the men leans over and kisses you gently on the lips as he fondles your breasts and whispers in your ear “I want to fuck you, can I?” Will you tell him no?
You think you will. But what if I taste you first? I love to taste my slutty girls. I love to go down on their sweet pussies and run my tongue over their clitty; run my tongue through the crevices of their labia; delve my tongue inside their opening and feel their juices flooding against my lips. I like also to slip my fingers deep inside their tight vagina, slide in deep until I find that g-spot. Will you say no then?
You may have experienced a man that way; you may have cum from the hand and tongue of a man before but women do it better. A woman knows her intimate parts better than a man does and a woman knows how to please a woman better than a man.
Would you still say no then? Would you still say no if he asked you again as I made you cum? Would you still say no to having his cock inside you then?
Perhaps you might. But you wouldn’t after what I planned for you next.
You would watch me go to the rack and select a flogger. Have you ever felt the leather strands of a flogger against your naked flesh? Have you ever felt those sharp stings? Do you know what it’s like to experience that excruciating pain? Your thighs; your bottom, even between your legs would feel the gentle lashings of those thongs. I would pay particular attention to your pussy. Your labia lips would already be wet and swollen from the attention of my tongue. Imagine the feel of those leather strands against you.
Would you still say no then, as he kissed you and asked if he could put his cock inside your tight pussy?
You might but next time you wouldn’t say no. I can assure you of that.
Once again you would watch me go over to the racks. I would tease and taunt you as I picked up various instruments. I know that you would be watching; wondering what I would select for you. What do you fear most I wonder?
I know what you fear most. I know what everyone fears most. I am not a Maitresse for nothing!
My single-tailed whip would make you say yes. It’s just a pearl handled instrument with a simple, single strand of leather, knotted at the end; just a simple instrument of pain but a very effective instrument. The lashes seem easy to take at first but then as lashed flesh gets struck again and again the pain gets worse; eventually the flesh will start to cut, but it rarely gets to that stage.
You will soon realise that the only way to stop the pain is to have something to buffer the lashes; something that stands between you and the whip. A man. A man standing between your thighs.
You know you have to say yes now don’t you? Even if his cock has to be inside you; even if he has to fuck you; even if he has to use you like a whore. You have no alternative but to say yes. As he leans over you once again and runs his hands over your breasts; as he kisses you gently and he asks to fuck you again you finally give in and whisper “Yes”.
“What was that?” He will ask to be certain.
“Yes.” You will say a little louder.
“Yes to what?” He will tease.
“YES, FUCK ME.” You will scream, as your stinging bottom gets worse.
And that is all that he would be waiting for; all that they would be waiting for and all I was waiting to hear from your lips. Your invitation to the men to fuck you. I can nod to them now; give them my approval. You have consented to letting six men; six strangers; six dirty and depraved males use you like a whore.
I would stand and watch; watch as one by one they satisfied themselves with your pussy; watch their cocks thrust in and out of your cunt; watch as they emptied their cum inside you, watch as each one pulled out for the next man to take his place. Watch as cock after cock pushed back the cum dribbling from your pussy as they entered. Watch as your dignity evaporated into the air.
You would try to hold back from taking any form of pleasure from them but it wouldn’t last; you would start to enjoy their cocks inside you; soon start to enjoy that thick, long flesh inside you. But most of all you would be unable to hold back the slut within you; you know and I know that deep down inside you are a whore.
By the time the last one had taken his pleasure with you the first would be ready to take you again. I told you that I had selected them specially; they are by no means Adonis’, in fact they are most unattractive but they are selected for their staying power. They rarely get the opportunity to fuck a young, slim, and attractive women like yourself so they will make sure they have their fill of you.
But I know that secretly you will be pleased; secretly you will be thankful that they did manage to go round and round again. You have a lot of pent up lust inside you; lust that has built up over the years; lust that is now being satisfied and once they had finished it would be your turn to pleasure me.
Yes you heard right; pleasure me. I expect my sluts to pleasure me. Your arms will be lowered and your hands released from the spreader bar and I will climb on the table. As I lower myself down on your face you will know what is expected of you. You may have not pleasured another woman before but you will pleasure me; your tongue will touch every part of me; it will delve into every cleft and fold of flesh; it will lift the hood of flesh over my clitty and tease me; it will dig deep inside my opening and you will enjoy the rush of juices that flow over your lips. You will bring me to climax and my juices will flood your face and flow down your cheeks.
You know what I will do to you if you don’t satisfy me don’t you? You know that I will be merciless with my riding crop on your already tender bottom, don’t you?
And as you pleasure me be prepared for the men to take turns with you again. Men get excited at seeing a woman pleasure another woman and these men will. They will get erections again and will take their pleasure of your already well-fucked pussy again. But I know that you won’t complain; deep down inside it has always been a secret desire of yours to pleasure another woman while getting fucked at the same time.
Once they have finished with you; once we have all finished with you, you may go. The men will take you to the shower room; you don’t want to leave smelling like a well-fucked whore do you? The men will join you as well; they won’t want to go home to their wives smelling of you. Don’t be surprised if they fuck you again either; a shower can revitalise a man very quickly and the sight of a naked woman alongside them will be arousing. So just because you are out of the dungeon don’t think they can’t touch you again; they are entitled to make you touch your toes and fuck you from behind.
When you are dressed and composed you will come and join me for a few moments so that I can consult my diary and book you in for your next appointment.
“You won’t want to come back?”
Don’t make me laugh girl; I know you. You’re a whore, a filthy slut, and you need someone like me. You will come back time and time again.
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So when are you going to come to my dungeon?
YES YOU!
I can see you there in front of your computer screen, with one hand on the mouse and it’s cursor on the red exit button. You have one eye on the door in case anyone comes into the room. I know you. They may think that you are writing a report but I know that you are reading this; I know what you are thinking. I know that your panties are damp you filthy little whore. So come on then slut, you know where I am, come and join me.
“Will it be like with that woman?”
Wait and see. Not every session in my dungeon is the same. I will know within minutes of meeting you what you really want; what you really need. One thing you can be sure of though; no one leaves my dungeon the same way they came in.
So come on.
My dungeon awaits you.
Welcome.
My name is J........... Forget it.
To you I am either Maitresse or Mistress. I don't mind what term you use as long as you understand that I am the BOSS. You are beneath me in every way.
I am a professional Dominatrix with years of experience with both males and females. I have my own dungeon with a well established clientelle and I travel all over the world.
That said, I am here for your pleasure. I enjoy introducing adults to the world of BDSM and I also enjoy teaching. I have trained countless ladies and gents in the art of being Dom's and Domme's and of course, many a Submissive has enjoyed being put through their paces and put in their places!
So what is it that you want to know then?
What is it that you want to try?
Don't be afraid to ask me. I don't bite (not unless you beg me to!)
My name is J........... Forget it.
To you I am either Maitresse or Mistress. I don't mind what term you use as long as you understand that I am the BOSS. You are beneath me in every way.
I am a professional Dominatrix with years of experience with both males and females. I have my own dungeon with a well established clientelle and I travel all over the world.
That said, I am here for your pleasure. I enjoy introducing adults to the world of BDSM and I also enjoy teaching. I have trained countless ladies and gents in the art of being Dom's and Domme's and of course, many a Submissive has enjoyed being put through their paces and put in their places!
So what is it that you want to know then?
What is it that you want to try?
Don't be afraid to ask me. I don't bite (not unless you beg me to!)
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Welcome.
I have been a Dom for almost all of my adult life and have had many D/S relationships over the years. I met Lace a few years ago while she was still a studen and our relationship developed to the point where we married just over a year ago.
We have our own 'Dungeon' room at home which we share with another D/S couple. I also have two other Submissives females.
Although I am not looking to add to my stable, Lace and I are available to answer your questions and give advice to any who are seeking or who are interested in venturing into the world of BDSM.
I have been a Dom for almost all of my adult life and have had many D/S relationships over the years. I met Lace a few years ago while she was still a studen and our relationship developed to the point where we married just over a year ago.
We have our own 'Dungeon' room at home which we share with another D/S couple. I also have two other Submissives females.
Although I am not looking to add to my stable, Lace and I are available to answer your questions and give advice to any who are seeking or who are interested in venturing into the world of BDSM.
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