My husband was a serious coffee drinker, he would drink several pots per day. I, on the other hand have always been a tea drinker. We would sit at the kitchen table and look out at the empty field as we chatted about non consequential subjects.
For the last six years I have sat at the same table with the same cup looking out at the same field. I went through five years of pure hell after he passed and not only have I been alone I have been ripped off numerous as well as being taken advantage of.
Last year began to break that cycle for me and things have been getting better. I am once again attempting to sell my home as well as my rv. I am so ready to have the financial burden of the properties off my shoulders.
I am looking at a serious downsize as I do not need 2800 sq. ft of living space that has two floors. I am no spring chicken so a small ranch will serve me well. I have never been one hard to please and fancy I can live without. I like nice things but I do not need gold toilets and sinks.
There are so many of us in this world, yes you I am talking to you, the person that has no partner or any companionship in your life. After being alone for the last six years I finally realized why I was alone.
The last six years has given me time to heal, grow, learn about myself, find myself and be myself. This is the year that I will meet the one that is to brighten my days and fill my nights.
Im quite comfortable being alone and enjoy my solitude for the most part. Yes, I do get lonely at times but that to passes. If you enjoy your own company then you can be more enjoyable to others.
I have learned so much since I became a widow and I understand how so many others feel. Losing a spouse is sandwiched between losing a child and losing a parent. I have lost a child, husband and both of my parents so I am well versed in death.
I have felt at times that giving up any hope to meet another man was all I had but I no longer feel that way. I will meet someone and yes we will mesh and yes life will be exciting once again.
Yes, you will have the right person come into your life at the right time and not a minute before. We can not force anything, only wait for it to come to us. Sometimes, the road goes from smooth to bumpy to serious pot holes but in the end you will make it and you will be bestowed with happiness, just dont give up.
““If I am what I have, and if I lose what I have, who then am I?”
Nothing can drive one closer to his own insanity than a haunting memory refusing its own death
The night air was cool and felt good as it took over the daytime heat. The sound of the screaming of those on the carnival rides was the first sound they heard as they walked up to the fair entrance. The bells and whistles of the games being played by adults trying to win a stuffed animal for their child reminded her of a time long ago.
They walked into an open barn and inside was the kids 4H club entries of the largest squash, largest pumpkin, the best all around vegetable display and so on. Inside, she was overcome with the flood of memories that came to her.
As a child she had belonged to the 4H club and she had entered into the dressage category for horses. She also had grown vegetables and she enjoyed the fun that came with staying at the fairgrounds with her group.
The sites, sounds and smells brought back so many childhood memories and she remembered how everything tasted. Fairground food is among a food group of its own as the fresh squeezed lemonade draws the bees and the funnel cake draws the crowds.
They were in their own world of memories as they walked the barns and show rings. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around to the exit on the side of the barn. Like two young kids they began to kiss and their hands began to roam.
He was so turned on he couldnt help but grind his hardon into her pelvic area. Both of them sexually excited as they fought the sexual frustration that comes with not being able to have sex when you want.
He turned her around and lifted her dress seeking out her panties. Grabbing the waist band of her panties he pulled them down to her knees as he forced her to bend over. Unzipping his pants his cock flew out with a mind of its own as it sought out her wetness.
Finding his target he plunged his hardness into over and over, deeper and deeper as they both began to orgasm together. When they were done he pulled up her panties and turned her around and kissed her.
He took her by the hand and they walked back onto the midway and they found themselves in front of the ferris wheel. They got on and sat close to each other as their seats rocked back and forth.
Once they were close to the top they began to make out again and his fingers found her nipples and her hand found his rock hard cock. She stopped kissing him and bent over and took his cock in her mouth.
She stroked his cock while she used her mouth to bring him to a quick and unexpected orgasm. She licked his cock clean and she sat up and they looked at each other and busted out laughing.
- Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
What is it you are afraid of? You watch me from a distance and you try to hack into my email and other accounts. You think I dont know its you? Well, think again because it wasn’t to hard to put the pieces together.
Do you think I am waiting for you to get tired of the lame ass relationship you have? I am not one bit jealous if that is what you are thinking. She is nothing but young, dumb and a fuck to you.
You arent going to marry her and give her babies now are you? Do you think she doesnt want a family of her own because she possibly claims she doesnt want that. You stay in something that is comfortable and safe.
If you wanted her so badly why do you keep track of everything I do online? As far as my passwords, even you are not smart enough to figure them out. I no longer am waiting for you to show your face because I no longer care if you ever do step up.
You either think you are to good for me or you’re to damn insecure to meet me. If I wanted to hurt you I could have long ago. Im not impressed by you or admire you because to me you are just another swinging dick.
I know its you on my facebook, skype, trying to get the passwords to my yahoo and other accounts. You are so vain you think some of the stories I write are about you but you are wrong. I have a very rich imagination and I have plenty of fantasies to write about.
I would so love it if you would meet me and see if there is anything between us. What do you have to fear? Come on, be the man your papa raised you to be. I wont beg and I wont ask you again.I would appreciate it if you would realize how you hurt me leading me on like you have.
I want to move on with my life and let myself be open to others. Im tired of being alone and waiting for you to accept what is, akai ito or unmei no akai ito and yes it is meant to be and deep down you accept it but still fear it.
Did you ever sit back and let moments of melancholy overcome you? Did you ever feel a sadness come over you when you finally accepted the fact that the feelings you had for someone were misguided?
Did you ever feel let down because someone you looked up to was no one to look up to at all? Did you ever feel the cloak of emotions come over you so strongly that tears escaped your eyes?
Did you ever feel so damn foolish that you cannot even look at yourself in the mirror? Did you wonder what did you ever do to have someone want to hurt you emotionally? Why of all people did he pick you to play cat and mouse with?
How did the connection between the two of even begin? Did he not find you online and he has never let go? Did he find you so fascinating he couldnt help but want to creep on you and watch you from a distant?
He finds her so amusing and interesting but he is to fearful of her rejection as he knows she will reject him if she doesnt like him. She has no desire to be part of his personal circus with the press and she has no desire to live the fancy and expensive life.
He enjoys the fruit of his younger girlfriend but he thirsts for intelligent life form elsewhere. His girlfriend isnt stupid but the age difference brings with it many age related differences.
There will come a time when his desire to meet her overcomes any fear he may have. He will finally feel the attraction between the two of them. He will finally know what it is like to surrender your heart to someone and feel safe doing so.
There comes a time when we have to delete people from our lives, maybe they be family or friend. I tend to give people to many chances and all I get is screwed over in the end. I dont have room in my life for people that want to hurt me.
I have finally reached the point that I no longer have any desire to meet or be with someone that is so full of himself I want to puke. He played me twice in the past year but that is over now.
He has a girlfriend and he has no business chatting with anyone as long as he is fucking this chick every two weeks. He wants his cake and eat it to but I will have none of that shit. He doesnt want to end what he has going with her but he also wants to play on the side.
He told me he had respect for me but he doesnt know what the word even means. He gets a kick out of leading people on just to feed his own lame ass ego. Am I pissed? Damn right I am because I dont deserve to be lead on only to be dropped on my face.
O well, good luck and enjoy your games you play online, and no Im not going to feed your ego by posting anything on my fb for you to remark to. You are no man, no you are a little boy that needs to grow the fuck up because you have lost my interest and any respect I ever felt for you.
Looking back my life has changed so much in the past five years. Three years ago I quit smoking cigarettes and a year ago I quit smoking weed for pain. I hate it when something or someone can control me so I took control and stopped two of my vices.
I am no longer involved in the bdsm world and I no longer allow my son or his girlfriend to disrespect me. I had to tell them to leave my home because they refuse to treat me with the respect I am do.
They ended up going to Texas unannounced on someones door step they met online playing League of Legends. My son ended up punching the husband in the face and now he is dealing with assault charges.
He didnt agree with the parents spanking their 3 and 5 year old. My son and Erica both claim to have been abused. Erica may have but my son has never been abused in any way shape or form.
My son thinks I owe him and I have no idea why and he can justify anything he does to anyone. My daughter will be moving to MSU the end of August so it will be just me and my pets.
Im finally getting into a groove that will allow me to have a relationship that will be healthy and happy. I dont have time for games online or the bullshit of those that are too insecure to let go of a relationship that is going no where.
For the lame ass fool that thinks he is so damn smart and you know who you are go fuck yourself. I am too much of a real woman and obviously to much for you to handle as you prefer those ten years younger because they can be played so easily.
Dont read anything I write or look at my pictures because you have no intention of ever meeting me so dont follow me online. Maybe one day you will be able to handle a real woman but obviously not at this time. FYI, it hurts when someone leads you on and tells you they want you and they insist on you repeating the same thing over and over to them.
You follow me online and chat with me a year ago when you were living with your girlfriend. Now, a year later you are contacting me again and you tell me you no longer live with your girlfriend you just fuck her every other week.
You have either gotten comfortable with your current situation or you just arent ready to accept the fact that your relationship is nothing but a waste of time. If you two were meant to be together you wouldn’t have moved out or she moved out.
You chat with me for days in a row then you disappear yet you say you respect me. Why did you contact me at all if you had no intention of ever meeting me? I dont care if you are boning her I would meet you just not fuck you while you are fucking her.
If you werent attracted to me you would never have followed me online like you have for so long. What are you waiting for? What are you afraid of? I either like you or I dont and I think you fear that I wont like you.
You are wasting time and time is something we dont really have alot of. Do something that will impress me, try meeting me in public instead of hiding behind a computer. I think you owe me at least that much.
Dont bother looking for me on any bdsm sites and I have deleted my website as well. I am no longer involved in the lifestyle and trying to adapt to the vanilla world. I think you understand what I am experiencing as you have been involved in the vanilla world for so long. I do not believe you have ever experienced a submissive female to the full extend of the meaning.
I really have no desire to be with a submissive male but that seems to be the majority of men in this world. I asked a friend to help me change a tire and he kept telling me it wouldnt go on.
Im like for fucks sake do I have to do everything? He was trying to put the tire on backward and I am just standing there thinking to myself, what the fuck???? I am forever being let down by men and Im so over the bullshit.
I have someone who chatted with me a year ago, we were going to meet and he disappeared into thin air. Ok, if you’re going to be an asshole dont bother me because you are involved, married or living with someone.
It’s now a year later and he was back contacting me on skype. Of course he never shows his face and gets a kick out of being mysterious. True form he has done the same thing again about a month ago was our last chat.
He is obviously intrigued by me but he is hanging onto a relationship going nowhere fast. He told me he wanted me and he wanted me to say the same back to him like three times. What is the point of asking someone about their feelings when you have no intention of meeting them face to face.
He thinks he is all that but he isnt because a man doesnt lead a woman on and he doesnt sneak behind his girlfriends back visiting bdsm sites. He will never find what he is looking for on those sites and he isnt bright enough to see what stands before him is his soulmate.
Why do you want to lead me on only to drop me flat? I do not deserve to be treated that way and you know it. Get your shit together and move forward instead of staying in the same situation day after day. You show me not an ounce of respect even though you say you respect me.
I’ve come along way in the past five years and I am finally ready to give my all to someone who wants to give me their all. My kids are gone and its just me and my pets which opens my life up for a relationship.
You follow me and think about me everyday almost and you lie next to her wondering how you’re going to end it with her without hurting her. She will be fine and its time for you to follow your personal desires.
You chatted with me a year ago and now that you are no longer living with her you are back. Maybe that all changed and you got married who knows? It’s not fair of you to put me in a position that I have to declare my desire for you over and over.
Then you disappear and I dont hear from you, not sure what you think you are doing but it is really mean and unkind to lead someone on with no intention of meeting her. You told me you respected me, well I do not feel respected in the least.
Im just not sure how many people I am chatting with, one or two? Stop with the games get focused and leave what doesnt serve you.
You have been following online for what, 5-6 years now? Not sure if there are one or two of you but whom ever has been chatting with me on skype its time to step up. You think I dont know you are still playing with your girlfriend?
You think I am not aware that she is in your arms while I am in your mind? You think I dont know that you are fucking her with me on your mind? You are so afraid to let me in and I am afraid of you as well.
I am opening myself up to you but I will not be your doormat or second fuck. I just refuse to share my body with you and your girlfriend. I have no problem with meeting you,spending time with you but I will not fuck you unless its a one on one relationship.
I really wish you would either work things out with her , which by the way wont last but do what you must. You and I are twin flames and soul mates so deny it all you want I will never be far from your mind.
Her life had been filled with strife and loss and the only constant in her life was her secret admirers online. They followed her wanting to know everything about her and the more they read her writings the more they wanted to experience her.
It had been a very hot day and she was laying out completely naked soaking up the sun. She thought about rubbing suntan oil all over his body and the very thought of massaging his ass and cock got her wet.
She fantasized about kissing him and getting him excited physically and the thought of mounting him was uncontrollable. They had the privacy of the beach by themselves which made it more appealing to slip him inside of her.
She guided him into her as she leaned over and brushed her nipples against his lips, taunting him to suck and lick them. She began moving slowly back and forth digging her nails into his hands.
She moved back and forth rubbing her clit on his lower abdomen and he let go of her hands only to dig his fingers into her ass cheeks. She screamed out as her orgasm began to build and this got him beyond aroused.
He grabbed her and flipped her off of him and onto all fours and he positioned himself behind her with his knees pushing her legs farther apart. Once positioned comfortably he guided his rock hard cock into her wetness.
Grabbing her hips he thrust into her with an unexpected tightness for a woman of her age. They rocked together and he teased her clit with one of his free hands which made them cum together.
After their explosive orgasms they fell back on the sand laughing and holding hands. He brought her hand up to his lips and gently kissed her hand. They looked deep into each others eyes and the unspoken truth that kept them connected finally revealed itself.
Some of us have experienced some very painful relationship issues and those lessons have taught us to be very self protective. I have tried for a very long time to let go of all of the disappointment and loss in my life.
Yes, I am wiser and will never allow anyone to use me like I once was. My husband was a submissive, needy as hell and always looking to be more and have more then he was entitled to.
I am now trying to learn to open up and let people in, let people see the real me, let them into my private world and private moments. There is someone I have been drawn to for literally years but we have yet to meet.
What I want from him cannot be purchased only given freely and I do believe he is doing some healing himself. He is a good person that deserves to be treated in a way that makes him wake up with a smile and a lift in his step.
He is a very hard worker and always on the go but its time for him to slow just a bit and smell the roses. It has finally reached the point that both of us need to open up and be somewhat accepting of another.
At first I danced around this person but I have learned a strong person is only strong when they can let their guard down. If I never allow myself to open up than I can never grow as a person or be open to healthy relationships.
My life has done a 360 this month and I look at life much differently than I did at one time. I have walked away from a part of my life because I no longer need to feel control. I have made some substantial changes in my and I am ready to close doors.
The last material connection I have to my husband is our home and I have lowered the price just to get out of here. My rv I have done the same thing with, just lowered the price to get rid of it.
I dont know what my future holds but getting away from negative energies is my prime goal. When you divorce or become a widow it is always best to move on and leave all the pain behind.
Once I can totally let go of my past I will move on to happier times and a healthier life. I will be able to unload unwanted and unneeded painful reminders of where I have been. Then and only then will I be able to continue writing and sharing my fantasies.
So many dates start with dinner then a movie and so many also end up in bed with the person. She so wanted to meet him but she wasn’t the type of woman that dinner and a movie moved her.
She was a woman that enjoyed animals and the outdoors and she prefered their first date be something that required comfortable clothing. No fancy suits, dresses or heels just two people getting to know each other without the pressure that comes with wanting to look like a professional.
She was more than happy to walk her dogs in the park, go the festivals, fairs simple things. She found dates to be more interesting when she could be herself and be comfortable in the environment.
She knew one day the right man would come into her life and she could picture herself walking up to him and place her hands on his face. She brought her lips to his and kissed him gently.
Her hands roamed his face, neck and chest and she could see herself slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She could feel the warmth of his skin and a simple kiss turned into a serious make out session for these two.
They couldn’t get enough of each other as the attraction was something neither of them had felt in a long time. She wanted to have sex but she refused to be someones sloppy seconds. She made him aware that to fuck her he had to commit to a one on one sexual relationship.
She didnt want to control him but she respected herself to much to let any man use her for a semen depository. Once he was willing to commit to her sexually then he would experience a sexual experience that would be so damn exciting.
In her mind’s eye she could see herself removing his clothing piece by piece. She loved the feel of his body and she liked running her hands over his ass. He had a nice hard on and that so turned her on.
She couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her and the two of them rocking together. She couldn’t wait for the day that they would finally consummate their relationship. As long as he had his freedom and she did as well both would find a very satisfying time together.
Her biggest fear was that he would fall in love with her like so many others. She wasn’t one to hurt others intentionally but when pushed she had no choice. Her sub had crossed the line and she had to cut him free.
He had fallen for her and he had fallen hard. He was married but in his mind he would do as he so pleased and if that included cheating on his wife he would do that. He would come visit her and he tried to buy her love.
He bought her all types of kinky gifts and he thought spending money on her and buying her gifts was the way to her heart. She wasn’t a material person and no she would have nothing to do with him physically.
She kept telling him that she was his domme and nothing more. She refused to involve herself with a submissive as she had no respect for subs. He wasn’t attractive to her in the least bit and she tried not to hurt him.
He finally woke up and realized that they would never have a vanilla relationship. He like so many other subs male and female looked for love in the bdsm world. The vanilla world held no love for them or so they thought.
She considered him a friend and nothing more and he finally realized that she was true to her word. She was never going to have an exclusive relationship with him. Not only was he not attractive to her he suffered from erectile dysfunction as well.
She was to sexual of a woman to settle for a man that had a cock that wouldn’t get hard. She was glad that her sub finally went on his way as he really offered her nothing. Now her alpha man turned her on and excited her.
She hadnt felt anything like this since she was in her teens and it seemed so foreign. They continued to play their cat and mouse game but one day soon they would be meet .Then and only then would like know for sure if they had an undeniable attraction.
He had experienced so many skanky women around the world and he had fun doing it for a while but then he got bored. Sure, he wanted sex as often as he could get it but he got tired of women of that caliber.
He finally had reached the point in his life that he wanted more than sex, he wanted to meet someone that mentally excited him. He wanted, no he needed a challenge and he found the perfect woman.
She was dominant as himself and his desire to flex his mental muscle was exciting as hell. The attraction between the two of them was strong, powerful and comfortable. He appreciated the fact that she had worked damn hard her entire life, raised two kids by herself for the last five years and she was intelligent.
Her strength was obvious as she was steadfast in her opinions and she danced to her own beat. She wasnt needy, didnt want to marry, didnt want more children and sure as hell refused to let anyone clip her wings.
She had no desire to control a partner but her alpha counterpart tried to flex his control over her. What the alpha male didnt realize is she had played him. They chatted on skype and neither knew what each other looked like, he had looked at old pics of her and yes she had changed a bit with age. He on the other hand refused to show himself which was fine because when they had first met she was curious of his appearance but no longer.
She sat back thinking about how superficial all of us are when it comes to dating. We are stimulated by the appearance of someone. All of us judge by appearance and by doing so we tend to close the door before we allow that person to walk through the door.
She was no longer interested in his appearance because she enjoyed chatting with him regardless of his appearance. She already knew he was a very strong alpha male but trying to control her was a joke.
The banter between the two of them was funny and the respect between each other was obvious. He told her he wanted her and asked her if she wanted him. He wanted her to say it not once, not twice but over and over.
She sat back and laughed at him because he thought he was in total control of her. He had to know that he controlled her because that fed the part of his ego that enjoyed control. She knew a strong woman knows she can feed another’s desires without losing herself.
She strung him along because she needed to know if he really was interested in her or just her pussy. He had said the words she needed to hear and when he asked her to say she wanted him she had danced around the words.
She knew how long to string him along before his frustration level was so that he threatened to delete her or funnier yet he threatened to ban her for a week, roflmao. He would come and go and she wouldn’t hear from him for days so to ban her was no biggy.
She finally admitted to him she was attracted to him mentally but she didnt know physically if there was attraction. She let him think that she had given in to him but what he didnt know was she had been the coach and he was her player.
So many underestimated her and thought her to be just another run of the mill female until they talked to her. She wasn’t the type of woman that wanted anyone to clipping her wings. She needed to soar at her own pace and she refused to let anyone tell her what to do.
Being a grown woman she had no need or desire to control anyone. She wanted her mate to grow and she was secure enough to want him to travel, feel free to do as he pleased without the bitching.
She didnt want anything more from a male than companionship occasionally and great sex. She was not one that would allow jealousy to enter her mind or deal with jealousy of a mate.
She wasn’t the type to be in a relationship with someone and cheat with another. If she desired to date someone else she would definitely say so. She knew if her head was being turned then it was time to end the relationship.
It was obvious these two were drawn to each other but the alpha male felt the need to flex his muscle. She knew the way to deal with a male like him is to feed his fantasy of controlling her. She was secure enough to let him think that he was controlling her and that was the secret to their relationship. As long as he believed he was in control things went smoothly.
If we knew each other’s secrets, what comforts we should find.
No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.
There are no secrets better kept than the secrets everybody guesses.
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown
He was gifted beyond his years and he was able to make quite a nice living which spilled over into his life of retirement. He had held the top scorer position in his sport for the last decade or so but even that to was coming to an end.
He sat back and watched the up and coming player finally passed him in most scores. This was hard on his ego for sure as the take over goal would take him out of the limelight as far as the record holder.
He was quite proud of his sporting accomplishments as he should be but along the way he became arrogant and full of himself. He had been snatched up early in his career and he was a household name. But now that he will be losing the title of number one, life wasn’t looking so pretty.
He knew one day this would happen but he didnt realize how much it would affect him psychologically. His life had many ups and downs and he had it all at one time which encompassed his place in the sporting world, friends and families.
Like so many that play a sport end up retiring do to medical reasons and he was no different. His life was coming full circle and he was starting to realize what was really important in his life.
He realized that all of the material things he had wanted he had purchased long ago, he had traveled to almost every country he wanted to, he had married, raised a family and divorced and he will want to find someone to enjoy his golden years with.
He enjoyed being single and not having to answer to anyone but why couldn’t he have that and a great relationship? Why did he or should he have to answer to anyone? Why couldn’t he just enjoy someones company without all of the commitment/ownership that comes with trying to build a relationship.
So there he sat lost in his fantasy as he watched the bottom of the white satin nightgown flapping in the wind. The moon was full and he could see her erect nipples through the material. Her long blonde hair was being blown by the wind as well.
It was as if she had come out of his dream and into his real life. She glanced at him and smiled as she began to walk towards him. She took his hands and held them to her breast as she licked his earlobe.
She couldn’t help but rub his cock and the stiffness turned her on so much. She became quite wet and he was enjoying feeling her nipples, down her abdomen and between her legs. He was so turned on he was about to bust a nut with little or no help what so ever.
She sat on his desk and had him sit in the chair and scoot up to the desk. She lifted her tight gown as she rested her legs on his shoulders. She grabbed his head and forced his face into her wetness.
She was so excited she couldnt wait to cum and he had her on the edge. He backed off of her and reached to pull her up. He took her hand and led her to the couch and he undid his belt and zipper and pulled down his pants.
His rock hard erection wanted nothing more than to rest in a nice warm, wet place. He slipped between her legs spreading them apart with the strength of his inner thighs. He positioned himself and he entered her with a rush of excitement he had never experienced before.
She wanted him so badly but she would not allow him to treat her the way he had treated so many others, I mean seriously she thought to herself. No she wasn’t going to be a piece of ass, a fun time, a quick lay.
He was so taken aback at her rejection of him he literally turned three shades of red in embarrassment. He apologized to her and asked her to please excuse his behavior. She was just as guilty as he was but he felt it be important to be a gentleman.
She pushed him off of her and she told him that he wouldn’t treat her the way he treated so many young ignorant girls he was boning or had boned.
The one thing she did know about him is his greatest desire was going to come true.
He wanted to be a coach like so many other players when they retire. This would happen soon enough as he had been working towards a coaching position. He was also getting tired of skanky women, cheap pieces of ass and ignorant women. Actually he was sick of ignorant people in general.
He was like so many others as he fed off of the attention of his fans. He was famous but he didnt realize how empty he would feel once he no longer held records. That is why he wanted to coach, so he could feel that winners adrenaline rush again.
He loved the power he got from being famous and at one time getting any piece of ass he wanted was part of his life. He did a fuckathon and got his fill of random pussy but he finally realized that quality not quantity was important.
His life was going to go through several drastic moves and one would be his involvement with an older, more mature woman who would teach him much and his employment status would change and he would once again dazzle the world with his skill and talent.
She walked up to him and kissed him hard as she let her hand drift down to his cock. She began to fondle him as she kissed him. She told him he was going to give her what she wanted and that was cock.
She wanted him to fuck her and she ordered him to do so. He was taken aback because the women he had fucked never would ask for cock even if they did give up pussy. Women just didnt ask for sexual favors because they werent secure enough.
She had gotten his cock beyond rock hard and she whispered into his ear come with me my dear. She took him by the hand and lead him over to his desk. She bent over the desk and lifted her dress and spread her legs wide.
She told him to spank her hard and then fuck her like the true slut that she was. She had turned him on so much but he never expected her to ask for a spanking. He loved spanking bare asses and hers was no exception.
He spanked her ass until it was beat red and then he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her further over the desk. Here she was legs spread, ass red waiting to be fucked deep hard and fast.
He finally had her exactly where he wanted her and he put his cock into and then drove his cock as far into her as possible. He couldnt help but ride her like the true filly that she was.This was a wonderful fantasy of his and one day he would make it come true.
The roar of the crowd brought him back to reality and he looked up at the tv to see the player being praised for beating his record. He sat alone because he just couldn’t bare to have anyone see him feeling so deflated. He ended up getting a bit of solice from the fact that he doubted anyone would hold the record he had held for so long. Yes, he may no longer be the player with the most goals but he was a player that held records for years and he doubted anyone would ever beat those records.
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
Today was going to be fun and exciting and sexy of course. As she slipped her foot into the right pant leg of her new latex suit her mind began to wonder. She slipped her left leg into the suit and zipped it on over her hips.
She positioned her breast so they were not only comfortable but made themselves quite desirable as well. She zipped up the suit and slipped on her thigh high leather boots. She brushed her hair and put it up in a bun and she added the slightest bit of makeup but it was just enough to enhance her beauty.
Her bimbo whore cross dresser was ready and willing to do anything his mistress requested of him. He was a kinky fucker who would try anything new and he even had begged his mistress to be her human toilet.
The mistress was totally disgusted by the thought of anyone being a human toilet and nada, nope she wasn’t going engage in “distasteful unpleasantries.” She would never stoop below her own standards regardless of how much someone wanted her to do it.
She had clients that would pay her handsomely if she would piss on him and then sit on a queens throne so she could piss in his mouth and drink every bit of her sweet nectar. She didn’t see it that way and she made it clear she would not engage in acts of that nature.
The mistresses bimbo whore would be used as she saw fit and she did have a couple of clients that wanted to be forced to suck cock. Why do they call it forced bi? No one is being forced, its all a mind fuck that people like.
They like a strong female telling to remove their clothing and come over to her. They got off on how easy it was for the mistress to call them a cum sucking useless little bit that should be wearing panties and sitting in the corner sucking on his thumb.
Her clients just loved that and so enjoyed when she humiliated and disgraced them. They obviously tie their childroom experiences into adult fetishes. If you listen when people talk they will tell you all about themselves and how they are tied to their fetish.
She had a lot of cross dressing clients and that was an easy one explain. As children we are immediately put into m/f group. We are to dress a certain way and to play a certain way and moms/sisters clothing was a definite no no. So many little boys get turned on by the feel of stockings or panties and that is how their fetish begins.
The stockings shimmered a little bit in the light as the pair of stockings were hanging over the show door. He couldn’t help but sneak a touch and it shot a jolt through his body. His little adolescent cock got rock hard.
He double checked the door to be sure it was locked and he slid the stocking down through his hands. He unzipped his pants and he began to rub his cock on the stocking and before he had even realized it he had cum all over the stockings, his pants and his hands.
He cleaned himself up and the stocking and he hoped his sister would never know what he had done to her stocking. Every chance he got he would masturbate on her stockings and the experience was so pleasurable that it followed him into adulthood.
She had a client later that afternoon who wanted to do the forced bi thing so she had her bimbo whore dress the part. She was to wear her red wig, red lipstick, panties, stockings and garter. She was ordered to sit in the chair in front of the stockade and the client was ordered to lie on the spanking bench and his head through the stockade.
She ordered the bimbo to get his little clitty hard so her client could suck on it. The bimbo began to get hard the more he thought about getting a blow job. The thought of another sucking his cock never bothered him and he was even open to getting fucked in her pussy hole.
As the bimbo’s cock got hard he held his cock up straight and forced it into the mouth of the client. The client was ordered to suck the cock and get better drink every bit of the cum juice. The bimbo wanted nothing more than to let his wad go but he knew he better not unless he was given the ok.
His cock and balls ached because he wanted to cum so bad and he began to ask the mistress if he could please cum. After him begging her for what seemed like an hour she gave permission for the bimbo to cum.
The client wasn’t prepared for how fast and warm the cum was and as it shot into the back of his throat. He licked every drop and while he was doing that told him what a pathetic piece of shit of a man he was and he instantly got rock hard again.
He loved coming to see her because she said exactly what he liked to hear and she treated him exactly like he wanted to be treated. He had been with plenty of women but not a single one of them got him as excited as this mistress did.
She ordered her bimbo to come to the back of the spanking bench and she ordered him to fuck her client. Her bimbo did exactly that and they both wore masks that covered their eyes so the fantasy got more intense when one cannot see.
She was glad she had covered the spanking bench with a small blanket because her client just shot his wad all over the bench and so did the bimbo. He ordered the bimblo to get a warm cloth and to clean the client.
She ordered him to put the small blanket into the wash and to be sure to add bleach. Her client heard the timer go off and that was his que that the session was over. He dressed himself and handed her the fee they had agreed upon and he gave her a fifty dollar tip for which she thanked him as she walked him to the door.
Its been one of those days, the kind of day you just want to close your eyes and forget. You walk over to the bar and pour yourself a scotch neat and you turn and head towards the sofa.
You sit down and loosen your tie and take a healthy drink of your drink. You kick back and remove your shoes and lift your legs with the leg lift. You find yourself getting very comfortable and you begin to think about one of your favorite fantasies.
You are lieing back in the chair with your feet up and you feel your cock twitch. She is so attractive and intelligent and you can see her cherry red lips and you begin to wonder how those lips would feel on your cock.
You rub your hardness and decide to undo your belt and let your stiff cock spring free. In your mind you can see her lovely breasts and the desire to touch and suck on her nipples is extremely powerful.
You begin to stroke your cock as you imagine her sitting on your chair facing you. You imagine her telling you to guide your hardness into her wetness. The thought of such an act is extremely alluring.
You can see her riding your cock and she rides you right into a field of orgasmic sensations. This woman just keeps you thinking about sex all of the time and you can see her getting up from the chair.
She orders you to lie back in your chair and she then places her clit just above your lips and she orders you to lick her until she cums. You begin to stroke and suck on her clit while you finger her pussy.
She is stroking your cock and she decides to turn around so she can suck your cock as you suck on her clit. Both of you are extremely sexual and you are so enjoying yourself as she squirts as you cum and together.
Before you know you you fall asleep in your chair but not before putting your cock away. You find yourself being woken up by your secretary and you have that cheshire cat smile on your face, only you know why.
Isn’t it funny how you can wrap up a twenty five year relationship in a matter of under a minute? Ask anyone how long it would take them to sign divorce papers and they will tell you under five minutes, that is if things are cut and dried.
We meet someone, our heart skips a beat, we decide to marry, raise a family and what happens so often is we lose respect for our partner. We learn all about our partner’s shortcomings as well as strengths.
We know how to really piss off our partner or how to make them really happy. Over the years you learn how to deal with your partner’s every emotion. We come to know our partner so well, or so we think.
Our marriage has become predictable and boring as hell and even our sex life is nothing more than an achieved orgasm, which of course any man can give himself and if he’s really good he can gain a stroke as he switches hands.
You watch the 11:00 pm news, go to bed without any excitement, wake up, go to work and do it all again the next day. You wake up thinking about how you, at one time, you didn’t want to go to sleep and miss a single moment of your partner’s life but now you would prefer not to even see your partner.
You wake up and out of nowhere you ask yourself “who is this person” lying next to you. You wonder what went wrong and how you ended up on one side of the bed. You go to work not looking to cheat or even to meet anyone exciting.
Then, wam out of the blue you meet someone that knocks your sox off. You get that giddy, silly feeling and everything about you changes. People around you notice you smiling and getting lost in thought.
People have no idea you, you of all people would ever have an affair let alone glance at someone that draws your attention. You are perfect in every way, you work, pay the bills, fuck the wife once every three months, if you are lucky.
You find yourself emotionally fucked up over someone and you want to be with that person all of the time. You begin to meet this new person as often as you can and then you find that you have gotten yourself all wrapped up in fantasizing and thinking about this person.
Finally, you find yourself wanting to help the person out not only emotionally but financially and physically and you so want to taste that person. You find yourself masturbating to the vision of that person in your mind.
You find yourself rubbing one off in the bathroom at work and you find yourself horny all of the time. The two of you make the decision to cross over and the passion and excitement in the bedroom is awesome.
You begin to steal moments away which have lead to months and one day lieing in a hotel bed in France with the rain beating against the window she asks the question. The question we do not want to hear or deal with but we knew it was going to eventually be asked and the unspoken words have finally escaped the lips.
When are you getting a divorce? Now the relationship is no longer fun and games but serious decisions have to be made. What we really want is a hall pass, a chance to go out with other people and find the passion in life once again.
We cannot blame our mate for the staleness of our marriage and we cannot blame them for how dead we feel inside. We are so taken by that giddy feeling that we want nothing more than to be with that person that lights up our lives.
We forget about how we used to feel about our mate and we begin to plan a major change in our relationship. We move out of our home into an apartment or even in with the person of our affection.
So you have let yourself stray from the marital relationship and the person was or is probably younger than you. That person made you feel young once again and they make you feel desirable and who doesn’t like to feel desirable?
To move out gives you a chance to be by yourself, coming home to an empty house or maybe a pet, you grab a frozen dinner, microwave and watch tv. You crack a beer or have a glass of wine and you reflect.
When you first move out you are like a kid in a candy store as you display your personality through the way you have decorated your apartment. You give a key to the new person in your life and over time you realize you have fucked up.
You do not want to marry this person and you do not like the way they have all of these little annoying habits. The sex which was once fantastic has also slowed down quite a bit. Once again you have to make a decision that you do not want to deal with.
You know you do not want to go back home but you also know you do not want the new person to have a key let alone much of your time any longer. When the other person realizes that the relationship is going nowhere they begin to look for a new partner while you are trying to figure out how to end the relationship.
You are someone trying to capture a time long ago lived and you find you do not enjoy reliving those days. Once enjoying being a professional soccer player in his youth he now plays golf-a safe geriatric game that is personally challenging and you can even play with yourself.
You make it through three months of monogamous dating and your lives have fallen into a pattern. It always seems that one person wants the fun but no commitment while the other one wants a commitment around the third month.
You no longer enjoy going to the bar, clubbing, partying of any kind and all you want is to meet that one person that will complete you. You want more than giddy and silly feelings you want that one person that is literally your better half.
You now are not only dealing with a soon to be x you are now dealing with the soon to be gone snatch. You finally realize you want to be alone, you need to be alone and you find yourself spending a lot of time alone.
You go through a growth period of finding yourself. You are not the same person you were a year ago and you wont be the same person a year from now. You reach a point that you want a friend, a friend that you can enjoy spending time with. You don’t look for sex you look for depth in a person, someone intelligent, funny, warm, caring, considerate, a great cook and a great fuck.
This person will not be someone younger than you they may be around your age or around ten years older. You find this person to be on your level in every way and when you think about that person your heart feels something it hasnt felt in a very long time.
You find yourself having feelings on a deep, mature level and you really want to kick back and enjoy your so called golden years with someone that makes you laugh, makes you feel happy.
Isn’t that the way things usually happen?
For every good reason there is to lie, there is a better reason to tell the truth.
I’m for truth, no matter who tells it. I’m for justice, no matter who it’s for or against.
How many of you woke up to the other side of your bed empty? How many of you woke up holding a pillow close to your chest? Maybe some of you are glad that the other side of the bed is empty and some of you I am sure miss the body that used to fill that space.
Today, is the fifth anniversary of my husband’s death. He died ten days after his birthday. I cannot describe how I feel as it is a strange feeling as we were going through a divorce.
We were one month away from making things final when we found out he only had a month to live. Of course I was very angry at the things he did to me during the divorce but karma stepped in and I did the right thing.
I brought him home and to be honest it felt just like it did when we were together. Empty is how I felt and I flipped my shit when he died. I totally had a mental breakdown. I was actually losing my shit during the divorce and his death was the only string left that needed to be pulled, if you know what I mean.
It feels so strange and the only thing I can say is I truly do wonder if I will have someone in my life that helps be to forget April 26, 2011. I do miss the feel of a body next to me as sleeping with someone by your side is comforting.
I miss the man that was to become my very best of friends. I miss the man that was with me during every positive and negative thing in my life for the past 21 years I believe. As you can tell my marriage didnt mean much as I do not even know for sure how long we had been married. I do remember that we married June 3, 1994.
I have had to struggle for the first 3/12 yrs after he died. I had lost my kids to the state because I just could not take care of them mentally. Im not proud to have to admit that but not to be honest then I couldn’t tell you my story.
After my husband died I was so mentally scrambled and couldn’t even take care of my pets. I had severe depression suck me up like the dirt in the carpet. I had to go through hoops to get the kids back but I finally did get them back.
Because my daughter was actually taken away from me she qualified for a grant to help her through college. It was terrible when they took her away and my heart was broken to watch her cry as they drove away.
She had to stay with this foster family for about two weeks before I could get her back. It is amazing how something good can always come from something bad? She got help with college so yes something good happened out of something terrible.
My son was in the hospital battling depression as well as being bipolar.I had to drive an hour one way to see him every Saturday for several hours. He got a lot of help but he also held alot inside about his dad.
So here I sit trying to pick up all of the pieces that I have become, trying to find a part of me that is settled.I so wish to find that quiet place inside that one feels safe and secure and one feels like they are home again.
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Food plays a large part of our lives besides nourishing our bodies. Meetings at lunch or dinner are shared and deals are sealed over a meal. Our family memories are surrounded by food as well.
I always looked forward to Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners with my family. Im referring to the family that raised me and knew me back when. I so enjoyed the camaraderie that was part of the occasion.
Those dinners were a time of family uniting for a few hours and catching up on everyone’s lives. Dinner was made by my grandmother who was the best southern cook in southeastern Michigan.
I am so glad I learned how to cook and the smells, o yes those smells remind of my grandmother. I am a damn good cook but I could never hold a candle to my grandmother. My ability to cook is being passed down to both of my children and my son has laid claim to my cast iron skillet.
Food seems to be part of almost every special occasion in our lives starting with our marriage. If you were one of those people that had a wedding with many guests then of course dinner was served.
Remember when you gave or received your engagement ring? Did you receive it over dinner or celebrate with a meal to follow? How many special occasions have you been to that involved food?
So many women today do not know how to cook so they are unable to teach their children. This is such a shame because traditional cooking brings forth traditional foods made by your mother, father, or grandparents.
I have yet to meet a man that didnt enjoy a home cooked meal as home cooking is so much better than eating at a restaurant. I do feel sorry for those that spend hours on end traveling and living out of hotels and eating take out.
If you want to put a smile on a man’s face then cook him a meal at home and of course men always like two things that is a home cooked meal and pussy and if you do not agree with me then you do not know men.
She enjoyed wearing ladies clothing and she also enjoyed the feeling of being an attractive woman. She took hormones to grow small breasts which she enjoyed having nipple torture performed on.
The mistress showed her where the bathroom was and told her to feel free to change from her male street clothing into her lavender bra, crop top, mini skirt, garter belt, stockings and high heels.
She was very tall and thin and her legs went clear up to her ass and were quite shapely. She cleaned up nicely for a cross dresser and didnt wear those tacky wigs. She had good taste in clothing as well as shoes.
Amanda enjoyed the feel of being helpless and when the mistress put the wrist cuffs on her and hooked her to the ceiling eye bolts Amanda being to get excited. The mistress put the spreader bar on each of her ankles and Amanda’s little clitty got extremely excited.
The mistress pulled up Amanda’s skirt and she put clothespins on Amanda’s little clitty and also on her nipples. Amanda really enjoyed cbt and her clitty loved the sensation that came with the violet wand and the tens unit.
The mistress flicked her nipples and pinched her tiny breasts and Amanda was so enjoying the feeling. The mistress turned and walked to her toy closet and she removed the tens unit and walked back to Amanda.
She attached new electrode pads to the tens unit and removed the clear covering on the sticky part of the pads. She then put the tens unit pads on Amanda’s jewel bag and on her clitty as well.
The four electrodes were placed strategically to provide the full effect to the groin area. It was funny how some of her clients enjoyed the tens unit pads put on either side of their asshole. The mistress would have them bend over and spread their cheeks so she could watch their asshole dance with every pulse of electricity.
Amanda also enjoyed the violet wand so the mistress once again opened up her toy closet and took out the violet wand and its attachments. She plugged it in then sat it down and turned her attention back to the tens unit.
She turned on the unit and turned it up slowly just to give a nice little pulsing of electricity. Picking up the violet wand and turning it on she talked to Amanda as she put the wand to Amanda’s nipples.
She was thoroughly enjoying the two sensations and the mistress would go from her breasts to her balls. She would increase the intensity every few minutes and Amanda’s little clitty began to grow.
She got extremely excited from the sensations but she didn’t want release. The mistress would do little things to make the clitty real hard and then she would do things that made the clitty go limp again.
This form of tease and denial drove Amanda crazy but she would get no release as she had told the mistress at the beginning of the session that there would be no release requested. Mistress was always good at listening to her clients desires and she knew that Amanda would really enjoy a release but that would have to wait until the next session.
The alarm went off and the session was over and mistress told Amanda to return to the bathroom and transform herself back into the vanilla world male that she really was. She also told Amanda that she could have had an awesome release but she had told mistress that she didn’t want one.
Amanda was driven to the sexual edge over and over without the release. This build up drove her to fantasize about what the mistress would do to give her the awesome release she had spoken about.
She knew that she would have to schedule another appointment soon with this mistress. She had really enjoyed her session and she enjoyed the mistress as she let Amanda be herself and there was no judgement.
The mistress understood the psyche of people especially those in the bdsm world and she accepted everyone for who they really were. She knew that everyone had secret desires and she was glad to feed those desires.
I bet most of you have no idea how truly remarkable the penis is. Even though the human penis isnt like most others as there is no bone and the erection is accomplished by blood flow only.
The human penis also is the only penis that has a mushroom head. Did you ever stop to think why the penis has been designed the way it is? I bet you didnt know that a woman can get pregnant from a man she has never had sex with!
Sounds impossible right? Nope, quite possible and has happened as well. When a female has unprotected sex with one male and he leaves his semen in her that semen has a life span of up to five days in the female body.
If she then has sex with another male that sperm can lodge itself onto the penis, especially the men who have that shar pei penis. Dont know what a shar pei penis is? Its an uncircumsized penis, all that extra skin reminds me of a shar pei dog.
The first man’s semen lodges itself on the second males penis and if that second male has sex with another female without cleaning himself of course, there is a possibility of that piggy back sperm being transferred into the woman.
I also bet you have no idea why the male penis has a mushroom shaped head??? Of course you dont as most people have no idea. The shape of the head gives the male the ability to push out any other mans sperm.
When the male thrusts the head of his penis has the same affect as a bullet. When a bullet hits its target the bullet pushes aside the material it is penetrating. I am sure many of you think “what woman would have unprotected sex with a male she doesnt know or has just met”?
In today’s world women and men have no respect for their bodies and sex is nothing but a quick hook up. Many women use sex as a way to trap a man and many find out that men wont marry you if you do get pregnant.
Do you really want a connection with someone you have no desire to spend the rest of your life with? Do you really want to take a chance of being a mother or father at this stage of your life? Do you want to feel a commitment to a child that was created out of a one night stand?
I dont think you do but I do think you might think twice before hooking up for an unprotected quicky. Im sure you will not be stupid enough to use the condom that has been in your wallet for months.
Hopefully, you have the good sense to use a newly purchased condom that you have had in your hand and your hand only. Im sure you would never trust a woman to give you a condom as she may have put holes in it.
For those of you that have been smart enough to use protection be smart enough to dispose of that used condom. Do not trust any female with a used condom as they can easily take the semen from the condom and insert it into herself.
A smart man or woman not only don’t have random sex they have protected sex. Once the male has finished with his orgasm he should go into the bathroom and remove the condom and wave by by to it and its contents as he flushes it down the toilet.
Also, avoid the condom breaking during sex by giving extra room at the tip of the condom for the sperm. Giving that extra room gives you added protection in case the condom moves up the penis. That extra room for the sperm will also keep the head of the penis from breaking through the end.
Now you probably wonder why I have brought up the subject of the lovely male penis and I will tell you why. I hear to many young people doing hook ups and never see the person again and I think being knowledgeable can help keep you safe.
This bisexual male dom had enjoyed his female submissives and slaves for many years but he always desired to play with male submissives and slaves as well. He knew one way to get a new submissive into his corner was to tell them about his new toy, Aneros Vice Vibrating Silicone Male G-spot Stimulator.
Every male in the world new about the fantastic orgasm with toy gave and it was a wonderful ploy to use. At a party this dom had ran across a submissive that he felt would fit right into his stable.
He told the sub about his new toy and the sub told the dom he would so love to explore the feel of the aneros. The dom invited him over to play and the sub accepted. They left the party in separate cars and the sub followed the dom to his dungeon.
Once inside the dom ordered his slave to prepare a warm enema for his sub and had the sub follow her into the bathroom. The slave had been ordered to administer the enama and then clean the submissive up and deliver him to the dom.
The dom ordered the sub to position himself on the spanking bench because he was going to suck the dom’s cock. While he sucked the cock the dom’s slave would be sliding the aneros into the well lubricated asshole of the sub.
The aneros had a vibrator that had different speeds and the slave would adjust the speeds accordingly. The dom walked to the front of the spanking bench and turned around exposing his asshole to the sub.
The dom ordered the sub to lick his balls and asshole while fondling his cock. The sub did as he was ordered and while doing so the dom’s female submissive put on her strapon. She slipped a condom on the strapon and walked up to the well lubed as of the submissive.
She slipped the head of the strapon into the subs ass and slowly worked the entire length of the cock into the subs ass. She started out gently but then began to fuck him fast, deep and hard.
The deeper she went the more excited he got and asked the dom if he could suck his cock, no he didnt ask he literally begged. The dom turned around and ordered the sub to open his mouth and the dom put his hand on the back of the subs head and forced his cock into the subs mouth.
He kept forcing his cock deeper and deeper into the subs mouth until he literally began to choke. While the male dom worked the front of the sub his female submissive removed the strapon and replaced it with the aneros.
The dom was really close to exploding in the subs mouth so his submissive increased the speed of the aneros so the submissive would cum at the same time as the dom. Both men began to moan and shoot their loads, the dom shooting his into the subs mouth and the sub shooting his onto the cloth covering the spanking bench.
Once both men had extinguished every ounce of energy they had they both cleaned themselves up and thanked each other for a wonderful time. The slave saw the submissive to the door and placed the dom’s business card into his hand and told him call anytime and expect to be called at anytime.
I’ve worked damn hard my entire life and one thing I am not is predictable. Yes, I am reliable and yes if I say I will do something I do it but predictable, no. That is what happens to bury a relationship six feet under.
When you become predictable the spontaneity in the relationship leaves. When you get up the same time everyday including the weekends, when you leave for work the same day everyday, when you come home from work at the same time everyday without surprising your mate with something like flowers, candy, a kinky sex partner that is predictable.
I notice men that are well off are really predictable and they need to work for one of two reasons. They need to feel the competition of winning or they use work to lose themselves so they dont have to deal with how unhappy they truly are.
Ask a wealthy man how much a loaf of bread cost or a gallon of milk and they have no idea. Ask their wives and you get a blank stare as they have no idea as well. I see so many men go to work and hide themselves in it so they do not have to deal with their personal problems.
When your sex life becomes predictable then you are in for trouble. If you already know how your sex life will start and end then you are in need of some serious spicing up in the bedroom. This is why relationships derail most of the time. She is to tired and just goes through the motions without thinking twice.
Being predictable becomes a way of life and that is how two people fall into a groove, a groove that takes them down the divorce road. You have to keep the laughter in a relationship and the mental stimulation going.
You cannot do this by being predictable or never switching up your life. You cannot keep a relationship alive when both people fall into patterns that never change, not even a bit. I once was in a predictable marriage but I will never be in a predictable relationship again because I now know that predictable kills a relationship.
I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my lace panties very lady like then placed my feet on the bed rails, I was exposed fully and began to touch the delicate flesh of my exposed pleasure point. He stood across the room with a huge hard on and a smile that was startling as he walked over to me and placed his hands on me knees as he knelt. He slowly pushed be back and buried his face into the wetness that was dripping from me, he licked and tugged, sucked and slurped and as I began to cum he would back off and tease me and start all over again. He finally let me explode as he entered me with his finger and slowly kissed my belly and worked his way to my nipples leaving me to feel the head of his cock at the entrance of my door. He began to kiss my neck and attempted to enter me and found it was not as easy as he would have thought, no this woman was serious about no sex for three years and her va j j told that truth. Trying to get into this pussy was like getting into fort knox, not happening without a hole lot of tnt and he had all he needed plus more.
He kissed me on the lips slipping his tongue into my mouth very slowly and passionately as he finally entered me, this gave me the urge to suck in a breath of air like it was my last. The feel of his cock inside me was unbelievable and the way he moved, he knew not to move to fast or too slow and we looked deep into each other eyes as if to say, yes, darling I am home finally I am home.
Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence.
Getting rid of a delusion makes us wiser than getting hold of a truth.
When my husband had his leg amputated it was a whirlwind of emotions and changes. My husband had a pain in his leg which lead to a hospital visit which lead to a lazy Dr. not taking care of his patient but instead took care of his golf handicap.
Because of a Dr.s neglect the double aneurysm behind my husbands knee didn’t get diagnosed in time to stop gangrene from taking over his foot. One would think gangrene is the skin turning a shade of green but it isn’t. The tissue dies and turns black and has a terribly repulsive odor.
The Dr. finally showed up and examined my husband’s leg. The Dr. came up to me and told me he was going to have to amputate my husband’s foot. He acted like he was asking if I would care for a cup of coffee.
My mind went into overdrive and out of control emotionally. I didn’t trust this Dr. who didn’t care enough about his patients to come in off of the golf course to check on them. I told him I wanted a second opinion and that I wanted him transferred to another hospital.
He nonchalantly agreed, like he had a choice-NOT. He said once I got the second opinion that my husband would be transferred back and the Dr. would amputate his foot. This Dr. didn’t give a shit that he was about to change the life of not just a man but his family as well.
My husbands employer had filed bankruptcy and another company was in the process of purchasing the business. The new company was under no obligation to hire any of the displaced employees.
They offered my husband a position after the amputation, that’s if he could return to work within 90 days. This was going to be impossible so my husband lost his job of 43 yrs. Being a main boss in the business he lost his “power”, his benefits, his pension was reduced to 1/5 of what he was entitled to and his long term disability he had paid for for all of those years was now gone.
Rewind to the second hospital opinion which was unbelievably worse than the first Dr.s diagnosis. The second Dr.s opinion was at that point he was unable to save the foot let alone the leg and my husband’s life.
The Dr. ordered my husband’s system to be flooded with the most potent antibiotics so hopefully the gangrene would be limited to the foot area. My husband went into the hospital on April 27th and by May 10th his leg had been amputated and he was transferred to a local hospital for two weeks of therapy and his first fitting for his prosthetic.
I brought him home and put him in bed, gave him his pain meds and went to the living room and sat down. I sat back and closed my eyes trying to make sense of everything that happened when all of a sudden my husband screamed out in pain.
He was having “phantom pains” which is when the body sends signals to the mind relaying that the body is feeling pain. It doesn’t matter if his leg was gone his body was still feeling pain or so it thought.
I knew he was devastated at his losses, not only physically but mentally and financially as well. I knew he felt like he was nothing but a burden and that he had no desire to live. I knew he was feeling all of this yet I couldn’t grasp how deep his pain was.
He had been home a week and I decided that it was important to literally get back on the horse and have sex immediately. It took some work on my part but I was able to make him hard enough for me to ride him.
We both had an orgasm which was needed by both of us and it confirmed to him that he was still capable of getting an erect penis. He was capable of having sex, not like he used to but at least he could still have sex.
“The Biggest Problem in Communication Is the Illusion That It Has Taken Place”
“I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.”
“Originality is nothing but judicious imitation.”
She was in a melancholy mood as her past decided that Easter sunday would be the day that she would once again walk down memory lane. She decided that a bubble bath would relax her and possibly giver her the escape she so badly needed.
Walking into the bathroom she looked forward to the smell of the green bubble bath, Vitabath. The smell alone reminded her of her long gone aunt who she had been extremely close to before Legionnaires disease took her to meet her maker.
Her aunt had given her a bottle of Vitabath many years ago and the aroma was so pleasing to her. She turned on the hot water and then the cold to make the water temperature acceptable to her touch.
She squirted several shots of the bubble bath into the hot water and she stood watching the bubbles appear. Stepping back she placed one hand on the tie of her robe and untied it and pushed it off her shoulders.
She then placed the robe on the granite counter top in the bathroom and then she removed her shirt, sports bra and then her panties. She only wore panties when she took her dogs for a walk and there was no rhyme or reason for it.
She slowly put one toe into the water to be sure it wasn’t to hot and then she stepped into the bubble rich water. Slowly sitting down and leaning back in her jacuzzi bathtub made memories flood her brain like storm waters overflowing a sewer drain.
As she looked up into the recessed lighting memories of dead bees came back to her. The memory came as a reminder of some of the things her husband had done when he was alive. The bees had made their way into the attic area above the bathroom and her husband had climbed the roof to find the entrance that bees had found their way into their home.
He sealed up the entrance and the remaining bees died and fell into the lense of the recessed lighting. Her mind flooded with memories and the next thought was of the day she brought her husband home from the hospital.
She had been forced into making literally a life or death decision regarding her husband. She had to decide if she would allow the Dr. to remove her husband’s foot or have him transferred to another hospital for a second decision.
The Dr. told her the news, which seemed to get worse than the information from the first Dr.not only did the Dr. tell her he wasn’t able to safe the foot let alone her husband’s leg but he would do the best he could.
She watched her husband wheeled into the operating room and the doom that came over her was suffocating. She had no idea if her husband would live let alone have any part of his leg. Hours past and the Dr. came out to tell her that her husband had survived the surgery and that the Dr. was able to safe the leg above the knee joint.
This was great news as the knee joint made it so much easier to learn to walk with a prosthetic. She sat in the tub and slid down under the water in an attempt to drown out the memories but they continued to flood her brain.
She remembered the day she brought her husband home and she remembered the solemn mood that both of them were in. He had no idea the decisions she had to make in an effort to keep him alive and he would never know the heart wrenching decisions that she had made.
She was able to escape from the memories long enough to wash her hair and body and shave the parts that were in need. She then turned on the jets and positioned herself so the jets would shoot water through the opening in her upper thighs.
The water rushed through and like every other time she had a very fast and satisfying orgasm. Once the spasms stopped she let the water out of the tub as she stood up and dried her body.
She glanced through the bathroom door and for a reason she could not fathom, the wood floor in her bedroom brought her back to the day her husband came home. She could literally see herself lifting her husband’s frail body and putting him in their bed. The pain that shot through her body was ignored until she had him safely in the bed.
Little had she known that she had ruptured two discs in her lower back while she lifted her husband. She didn’t care about herself as much as she did about the man before her, the man that she would never know.
The loss of his leg was like a cancer that ate away at their lives together. Even though they didnt marry for love they cared deeply about each other. It broke her heart to see before her a broken man, a man that would never be the same by a long shot.
This Easter Sunday was like every other Easter Sunday since she had married as Easter was only a few weeks from her husband’s birthday and ten days later the eminent death of a man taken control of by leukemia.
She usually made a ham for Easter and a lovely dinner but not this year, no this year would be vastly different. Her only daughter was doing an internship in Washington D. C. with the attorney general’s office and her son was a picky eater. She had decided to make no dinner for the two of them and instead chose to eat a frozen meal of swedish meatballs and noodles.
She preferred cooking to going out to eat or to eat frozen food items but just in case she got sick and couldn’t cook for herself she had several frozen meals in the freezer. The sadness that comes with memories of those long gone overshadowed every other emotion she had.
She had lost everyone she had ever known her as a child and the man that she created children with. She didn’t feel sorry for herself, just a sense of loss so deep and so controlling she had no idea how to crawl out of the depths of the memories.
She so needed someone to wrap their arms around her and give her some comfort but there was no one in her life that could give her what she needed. She missed sex like crazy and she missed the smell of a man, the feel of his body, the feel of an erect penis pushing against her lower back in the early hours of the morning.
She missed so much but she knew when the time was right the man that was to be part of her remaining years would walk into her life. She knew that both of them had something special to offer each other but until that day she would walk by herself and walk down memory lane while she nursed a part of her that was filled with loss and one day found.
He woke up one day and found himself to be a very famous young man. He had dated his wife since he was a young teen and his dreams always included her. They married and moved to another country because of his talent.
He was unlike the typical man in so many ways but he was also as typical as many men. He wanted to have children and especially a daughter. He produced four sons but he would never produce the daughter that he so wanted.
As the years past by him, he and his wife grew apart and even though they both loved their children, money had afforded them the ability to send their children to boarding school. His wife loved to dance and opened her own dancing school as well as chased her dreams as a clothing designer.
Little did she know that she was no designer and because of her husband’s fame doors opened for her. Finally, their marriage took a crash landing that she barely survived but she did end up finding her way once again.
He loved the feel of freedom and he so enjoyed all of the random sex he had without worrying about a controlling wife in the background. He traveled extensively and he tasted many women from around the world.
He dated famous women as well as the non famous and he learned more about sex than he had ever experienced. He was a kinky fucker in many ways but he had yet to meet that one woman that would challenge him mentally, teach him sexually and take him back to a carefree life.
During the boring years of his faltering marriage he spent many hours on the internet watching porn and flirting with ladies on dating sites. To his surprise he found a woman that was very sexual as well as sensual and he found himself returning to chat with her over and over.
As the years past this one lady was always in the back of his mind and he could never completely shut her out. He found himself intimidated by her because she was so unlike all of the other ladies he had spent time with.
He was used to buying anything and anybody but this woman he could never buy at any price and that made her so much more desirable to him. He wanted to be with her so bad and he wanted to know if she really was the one woman that he had waited for his adult life.
He was aware that she wasn’t young and she wasn’t thin like so many of the ladies he had laid. He knew she was a strong, independent woman that would turn and walk away without a second thought.
He so feared rejection and he had been taught early in life that men were to be the controllers in the world. His wife was somewhat timid and she always felt inferior to the other women her husband worked with. She wasn’t pretty like the others and she felt that her husband was more attracted to other women.
The truth was he loved his wife and never had any thoughts of cheating on her until the latter years of their marriage. Now that he was divorced and had played the field for the last year he found himself quite a lonely man.
He wanted more than strange and random sex, he wanted a partner, a friend, a lover. He wanted the woman that would allow him to be himself and keep him stimulated sexually as well as mentally.
Deep down he knew the woman but he was to afraid of her rejection to move forward. She sat back and knew all of this but she was unable to do anything about it. She knew one day they would meet and on that day both of them would see their worlds change for the better.
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”
“All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.”
She was ten minutes early for their meeting and this gave her the advantage to pick where they would sit in the restaurant. She walked slowly yet methodically toward the booth in the furthest corner.
She slipped into the booth and ordered a coke as she sat and waited for him to meet her. She was someone that got annoyed by those that set appointments and were late and she didnt tolerate waiting.
He walked through the door and she instantly could tell he had a feminine side that he kept hidden from the world. It was something tacit between the two of them as he didnt have to tell her about his secret desires.
He could tell immediately that she knew his deepest, darkest secret and he felt that she also knew he was wearing panties and a bra under his clothing. He had this desire to have breasts and had even gone as far as to take hormones so he had “little girl” breasts.
He was a tall and very thin man which made it easy to find ladies clothing that fit him. He also got so physically excited when his cute little nipples were tortured and his breasts flogged.
He had no desire to be a woman full time and his cock still got hard when he got excited. His only desire was to have someone play with him in a private and safe environment. This appointment would hopefully turn out in his favor and she would do a session with him.
She greeted him in a warm and friendly manner and she was very good at communicating with others. She made him feel accepted and comfortable and he felt that he could let down his guard and show her who he really was.
They chatted and she told him a bit about herself and he confided in her about his secrets, which of course she already knew about. She had had so many sessions that she had learned so much from and reading peoples “dirty little secrets” was child’s play to her.
She never insulted or made fun of any of her clients because like them, she had her own dirty little secrets. Her kids knew she was a pro domme as well as her sub but her neighbors and friends had no idea.
To look at her one would never know that she had a closet full of black leather outfits and thigh high boots. No one would ever guess that her basement was her private dungeon with a closet full of toys as well as a spanking bench, stockade, sybian and other furniture that was used in her sessions.
She was the only pro domme in her area that had top of the line equipment as well as her own dungeon. She had a website that was obviously filled with pictures of her sessions but she never showed the faces of her clients.
When people visited her site they read the warnings she had posted about meeting anyone at a motel or hotel. She put warnings out for those that did decide to meet someone at a hotel and how to protect themselves.
She was more concerned with the safety of a person than the money she made from sessions and people could tell that she was no scammer. There were so many young girls using bdsm as a way to scam people.They would put a price on their services only to accept so much less as the money was all they truly cared about.
A real domme never compromises on her set prices and this domme was no different. She was a pro and she would walk away from doing a session rather than settle for less than her pricing. Her clients knew how much her sessions were before they met and yes she had several who tried to get her to take less but they failed.
She spoke with her sissy cross dresser and she had him follower her to her dungeon. She let him into the dungeon and ordered him to remove his clothing. She showed him the restroom and told him he could change into his feminine clothing.
It only took him a short time to put on his sissy bra, panties, sweater, skirt and high heels. She complimented him on high long legs and like any sissy that made him feel fantastic.
She put the wrist cuffs on him and hooked each wrist to the eye hooks in the ceiling and then she put the spreader bar between his legs and hooked each end around her ankles. Once in bondage the domme put clothes pins on the sissy’s nipples and then she put on miniature clothes pins.
The pain was so enjoyable but the sissy wanted to feel more pain so the domme put the pads of a tens unit on each nipple and his balls. She then took the violet wand and on the lowest setting touched each nipple and the sissy’s balls.
As she increased the intensity of the sissy’s cock responded with an up and down movement. When the cock gets excited it will do a twitching movement and that is what this sissy’s cock was doing.
For the remainder of the session the domme slowly increased the intensity of the tens unit as well as the violet wand. Finally, the alarm went off letting both of them know that their session had come to an end.
The sissy went into the restroom and changed back into his male clothing and once she was back into the dungeon play area she thanked the domme. She gave the domme payment for the session and also gave her a very nice tip.
This sissy had found the perfect place to feed her fetish and she knew that she would be back to see this domme. The next visit she would request that the domme giver her the release she so badly wanted during her first visit but had made it clear she didnt want release at the first visit.
The sissy thanked the domme and the domme walked the sissy to the door and gave her the standard good bye hug. The domme was a warm and friendly person to everyone and that included her clients. She told the sissy to feel free to contact her again for another session and she would schedule her and the sissy left as graciously as she had entered the dungeon earlier.
She had been contacted by so many slaves, they didn’t even bother to give a proper introduction, they just sent her emails asking her to take them as her slave. Of course all of them said the same thing.
They promised to do whatever the Mistress ordered yet they had no experience as a true slave as the lack of branding proved that. So many wanna be slaves and wanna be real time mistresses were online looking for a hook up of one type or another but most were financially motivated.
The slaves were looking for a lover as well as the mistresses and the submissives had fallen into the same category. To many people couldn’t find love in the vanilla world so they reached out into the bdsm world. These foolish individuals threw caution to the wind in hopes that they would be loved and not used, which of course was plain bullshit.
The mistress was out on a lovely Saturday afternoon running errands and doing a bit of shopping. To look at her you would never know that she was a mistress in the world of bdsm and she never announced it to anyone.
She happened to be some new black leather outfits and the sales representative was happy to help her. He was interesting enough to have a conversation with and as he handed her different outfits to try on he got the nerve to address her as mistress.
She smiled at him and asked him how did he know she was a mistress and he responded “by the excellent choice of garmets mistress.”
The conversation starting out quite innocently and lead from one topic to another. He asked her if she was in need of a slave and she asked him if he was offering to fill that spot. He of course said yes and she just laughed and asked him what were his qualifications.
He said that he three years of being a slave but his mistress had been in a terrible accident which left her in the care of a nursing facility. Without having a mistress to serve he said that he was and lost. She told him that so many wanted to be her slave but none of them were real slaves. He said “mistress if you allow me I will show you my SLR number.
The mistress was truly impressed as she had never met a single slave that had a SLR number. He told her he would gladly hand over all of the ownership documentation that would prove that she owned him, that’s if she would accept him.
Together, they picked out several outfits that suited her quite well and looked awesome on her. He had excellent taste in womens attire and he had been trained quite well by his last mistress.
He always stood to her side slightly behind her and he only addressed her when she asked for him to respond. He asked her if he could take her to lunch as his break was starting in a few minutes.
They agreed on a nice local restaurant that afforded them privacy which they wanted so they could continue their conversation. He asked for permission to address her and she have him permission to do so
He asked if she would care to see his SLRN and she said yes. He turned around and faced the front of the restaurant so no one would see what he was doing. He lifted up the back of his shirt just enough to pull down his belted pants a few inches.
Just below his pant line was a tattoo that showed is slave number. He told her that she could confirm the number on the TSR as he was a registered slave. She believed him but she had learned long ago never to trust anyone’s word as she had turned into a “show me or blow me” type of person.
She went online to the TSR and looked up his number and just as he said he was registered. She ordered him to tuck his shirt back in and to set down. They chatted and ordered a lovely lunch and to her surprise he was well versed regarding food.
He had ordered some homemade pasta with truffles and tossed in truffle oil. That was an appetizer they both enjoyed tremendously as they spoke of his service to her. He went down the list of his skills and the things he had done for his mistress.
He made it clear he would do what was asked of him and he would go above and beyond her wishes if she would take him on. They finished their lunch with an agreement that he would come by her home after he finished his day job.
He showed up at her home on time and he entered her home with the demeanor of a true slave. He stood before her and waited for her to give him orders that he would happily follow. She introduced him to her sub and she ordered him to remove his clothing.
He stood before her naked, totally shaved from the neck down and he was in very good physical shape. She asked him to turn around so she could show her sub what a real slave was. The slave was quite impressed with the tattoo and asked the mistress if he could could show the proof of a true sub to the slave.
She then looked at her sub and ordered him to get naked, of course he was to remove each piece of clothing and fold it neatly and place it on the empty chair to his left.
He did as ordered and then said to the slave “ I admire your tattoo but I think my pierced balls have a much nicer appearance as the cuffs are made of white gold and a gift from mistress.
The slave smiled as told the sub that he thought the handcuffs were very nice and quit fitting for a sub. He then turned to his new mistress with his head bowed waiting for further orders. The mistress told him to sit on the ottoman and she then had her sub stand in front of the slave.
She then ordered the slave to suck the cock of the sub and massage his balls as he did so. She was quite entertained by the willingness of the slave as well as the moans and groans that escaped her sub. Just before he was ready to cum she ordered the slave to stop and then she had the sub turn around and bend over.
The sub was then ordered to lick the subs asshole and stroke his cock at the same time. As the sub bent over she ordered him to fondle the cock of the slave. It was the perfect “circle jerk” in many ways and both of them were extremely excited which she could tell by the hardness of both of their cocks.
She ordered them to communicate with one another on when they were ready to cum as she had ordered them to cum at the same time. Both of them began moaning and asking if each other were ready to unload their load and as they both said yes, the mistress allowed them to shoot their cum on the floor.
Once both had came she ordered the slave to clean up the floor and the sub was to follow her into the bathroom. She ordered the sub to fill the tub and once filled to get into it and relax while he waited for the slave. She ordered her slave to wash her sub and once done he was to shower. Once washed and dried the sub was ordered to go to bed and to relax and the slave was ordered into the cage under her bed that had stayed empty for many years.
You like the music she chooses, you like the tempo and you wish you could sway with her naked body next to yours. She has a taste in music that feeds your own musical hunger and you wish you could talk to her about it.
You follow her online and you read everything she writes in hopes that you will be brought closer to her just by reading her thoughts. You have realized that no matter how far or how wide you travel you just cannot find that one woman that will fill her shoes.
There is something so alluring about this lady and you just cannot turn and walk away. You must read and reread every word she writes and you wonder how much of what she writes is fantasy? how much reality?
You wish you could smell her hair after she has taken a shower and you wish you could touch her skin and feel how soft she feels. You want to touch her body in seductive ways and you want her to seduce you in all of your glory.
This woman is what a real woman surely is and she can fulfill every fantasy that you have ever thought about. She can also fulfill every fantasy you have yet to even begin to think about.
You wonder what her lips would feel like on yours and you wonder how her hands would feel roaming your body. You so wish you could be with her and let her shove you up against the wall and tear at your clothing.
You want to feel her hands on your stiff cock and you want to feel her rub your balls as she strokes you into ecstasy. This woman has power like no other woman and the fascination you hold for her is so controlling.
He had thought about his sexually motivated fantasies for ever so long. His wife no longer had any sexual interest in him and he refused to “force” her to have a sexual relationship with him.
He did enjoy the feeling of satin panties against his cock and balls and the feeling of ladies stockings was also so arousing to him. He decided to look online and see if he could find a domme that would play with him without being a danger to him.
So many domme’s online didn’t have their own play space and they played at hotels or motels. This wasn’t a safe way to play as it wasn’t only not safe it also was not considered private.
Most of the so called domme’s online were girls in their twenties looking to make a quick buck without producing the results their clients really wanted. He had read the ads and gone through them and finally found a domme that interested him.
She was his age, mature and experienced along with having her own play space which was private and safe. He set up an appointment with her and they met at the local restaurant where they shared a meal. They discussed what his fantasies where and what she was willing to do for him.
He followed her back to her place and just like he said when describing his fantasy, she had made sure there was a nice array of her panties and stockings for him to try on. He wanted her to “catch” him putting on her delicate items and then tell him what she was going to do to him and his little clitty.
She put the wrist cuffs on him and hooked him to the eyelets in the ceiling while she put the spreader between his ankles. He stood before her in her panties and stockings and she knew he enjoyed cbt so she pulled out the violet wand.
She teased his balls and asshole with the violet wand and then she decided to put the tens unit to work on his balls. The sensation of the violet wand and the tens unit was quite invigorating.
She pulled the panties down to his knees and then she ordered him to turn around and she shoved a plug up his ass. She then put the prostate attachment on the magic wand and she pulled out the plug and replaced it with the magic wand attachment.
She turned it on low and slowly increased the power and the more his prostate got massaged the more excited he became. He would move his ass faster and faster as the massager hit that one spot that was so fucking hot.
He loved the feeling and his cock began to get hard as he pictured himself cumming with the wand up his ass. She took him to the edge of orgasm and then she removed the massager.
She then placed the hummingbird attachment to the wand and once she placed the latex gloves upon her hands she squirted some lubricant into the palm of her hand and warmed it up.
She then took his cock in her hand and stroked him in an attempt to make him harder so he would easily come when the hummingbird was put in place. The magic wand was a wonderful way to get a quick orgasm as no man could last more than thirty seconds.
She turned on the wand and slowly increased the speed of it until she could hear his soft groans and moans. She quickened the speed and the next thing she knew he was having the orgasm that he so desired.
She removed the wand and took the toys that she had used on him over to the sink where she washed them and disinfected them with bleach. She then let the warm water flow over the wash cloth and she walked over to him and wiped his ass, balls and cock until they were clean.
She then dried him and removed the wrist cuffs as well as the spreader bar. He was a happy man for sure and the orgasm was so intense it knocked him on his ass and he was ready for a nap.
She hugged him as she did with all of her clients and she wished him a safe trip home and told him to think about their session. She wanted him to contact her later and tell her how she could improve his next session. She always wanted her clients to experience their desires and she wanted to give them what they so wished for.
“We must be willing to get rid of the life we planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”
A weak man has doubts before a decision, a strong man has them afterwards.
“Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.”
She new it was going to be a hectic day as her mind wondered to teaching her guards that she was serious and focused. Her uniforms were washed and ironed by the prisoners and they always made sure that the right amount of starch was ironed into the uniform.
She removed her night gown and put on the crisp grey uniform top and then she slipped on the matching grey skirt. She had numerous metals for her bravery during the war and she wore them proudly.
She brushed her teeth and put her hair in a tight bun that actually pulled her skin back from her face. She had a wicked grin on her face as she thought about those that she would punish severely.
She left the safety of her apartment and headed to her office and she expected her guards to be dressed in uniform and to be waiting in line for her approval. She was always driven by her own chauffeur and he knew what was behind this woman.
She wasn’t a cruel or hateful woman but she was firm in discipline and she demanded the utmost respect. He saw her gentle nature come out when she was taking her dogs out for a ride in the country.
He was the only one that ever got a glimpse of her gentle side an but he also knew how mean she could be. She gave sadist a new meaning, a richer, deeper meaning that went past the bone to the marrow.
She had one guard that didnt realize how dangerous it could be to steal from the warden and she crossed that line. She had gone into the wardens office when the secretary was away and the warden was doing rounds.
The warden had a beautiful brooch she had received from a dear friend years ago. The brooch meant so much to the warden. The warden would hold it in the palm of her hand daily and draw strength from it.
The guard had admired the brooch for as long as she worked at the camp and she couldn’t help but be seduced by its beauty. She sneaked into the wardens office and she picked up the brooch. She could feel the strength coming from it and she wrapped her fingers around it as she exited the office quickly.
She assumed no one would know who took the brooch and she felt safe and satisfied that no one would point a finger at her. She went about her daily duties and she even walked passed the warden several times during the day.
The end of the work day neared and all of the guards put their batons and handcuffs in their lockers. They chatted with each other as they headed towards to the exit gate and none of them expected what was yet to come.
The warden stood at the end of the hall by the exit gate and as her guards came into site she straightened her top and got ready for the interrogation of the group. She ordered them to line up with their hands by their sides and feet together.
She had them stand an arms length away from each other so she could walk around them during the inspection. None of them knew that the warden had e.s.p. and yes she knew things before they happened.
To get them off guard and to be relaxed the warden started her inspection by telling the guards that she appreciated all of their hard work. She went on to tell them that she was going to award three of them with gift certificates to show her appreciation.
As she told them about the certificates and the criteria she followed to pick the winners she walked up and down the line of guards. She looked at each one intently without their knowledge.
She told them that one of the criteria was honesty and the importance of being honest with the world around them as well as to themselves. She told them that honesty was a display of character and without honesty they had nothing.
She then asked them if they would turn in their friend or work associate if they knew that they had stolen something. She watched their faces as some of them looked puzzled, some looked as if they were trying to decide and some of them looked confident in their reply.
She walked the line of guards and asked each and everyone how they would respond to the question. She felt the nervousness of the guards as she worked her way down the line. She watched them as some shifted back and fourth, some bit their fingernails and one in particular was slightly sweating.
She stood before them and announced the three winners and had them leave the line and stand in front of her. She thanked them for their commitment to her and handed them the gift cards. As they looked at the value of the gift card they were quite shocked to see the amount on the card.
She demanded dedication from her guards and she excused the three winners. She then went to the end of the line and told them that she believed in rewarding dedication and punishing those that were not totally dedicated to her.
As she walked the line of guards she handed them an envelope to show them that they were appreciated as well. They also were surprised to receive what they thought to be a thank you card.
She told every other guard to turn around and open the envelope, they could look at what was in it but not remove it. The guards looked inside their envelope and they were surprised at the amount on the gift card they received as it was unexpected.
All of them them received a gift card except one and her envelope had a smaller envelope inside it. She then ordered them all to face her and she asked each and everyone of them what would they do to discipline a thief.
Some said cut off the hand of the thief, some said tar and feather the thief, some said to use a ruler on the palms of the thief’s hands and some said strip the guilty one naked and use her body any way they felt to.
She ordered the thief to stand next to her and to open her envelope. The guard did as she was ordered and she pulled out the smaller envelope. The warden ordered her to open the smaller envelope.
The expression on her face told the remainder guards that she was in serious trouble. She took out the card and it said only one word. The warden ordered her to turn the card around and show her fellow guards.
They looked at the card and all of the gasped at the shock of what they read. The card said THIEF in large, bold red letters. The guard holding the card felt the embarrassment rise to her face which she knew was red by now.
She ordered the guard to follow her to a new piece of punishment equipment that the warden had specially made. She had the other guards follow her as well and to stand and watch. She walked up to the guilty one and walked up to her and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt.
She them grabbed the shirt and pulled it open as the buttons flew everywhere. She then ripped off the matching skirt and the guard stood in front of everyone in panties and a bra. She walked up to the guard and patted her on the ass as she used her other hand to go into the front of the bra.
Inside of the bra she found her beloved brooch and took it out. She showed it to the other guards and all of them sucked in their breath. They knew how important that brooch was to the warden.
They couldn’t believe one of their own would steal from the warden and especially steal something so important. The brooch was made of diamonds, rubies and emeralds and it was a very expensive piece of jewelry.
The warden didnt care about the financial value because that meant nothing to her. The brooch held someone more valuable than money could buy. The brooch was given to her by her dieing best friend when she was on her death bed.
She truly believed that the brooch had powers that protected her and surrounded her with angels. Her best friend had told her to hold the brooch everyday and she would feel the presence of her best friend.
She shook off the thoughts of memory lane and she cut off the bra of the guard and tossed it aside. She then ripped off the panties and through them aside as well leaving the guard naked.
She then put handcuffs on her wrists and ankles and she made sure the spreader bar had her legs spread quite a distant apart. She then put nipple clamps on her and blindfolded her.
She then pulled out her tens unit and attached the pads on her labias and on each side of her asshole. She then whispered in her ear “I hate thieves and liars and you will beg or mercy.”
She then turned on the tens unit and she could tell the guard was uncomfortable. She planned on making the guard real uncomfortable at best.She increased the intensity which made the guard squirm.
She then increased to the maximum strength and the guard begged for mercy, just as the warden had told her she would. She left the tens unit on and used the violet wand on her nipples.
By the time she was done with the guard the guard was crying and filled with shame. The warden undid the cuffs and removed the spreader bar and the tens unit pads. She asked the guard did she have anything to say. The guard told her she was sorry and would never steal from her again and pleaded for mercy.The warden ordered her to leave her site and she had two guards escort her out. She was forced to leave the prison naked and cold.
The guards could feel the embarrassment the guard had felt and they also felt her shame as well. The warden had been easy on her in the other guards opinion but none of the would ever think of stealing from the warden.
The remainder of the week was quiet and the guards did their jobs to the utmost of perfection. Even the prisoners felt something had happened that was strange and unusual.
The warden went home for the weekend and she had been dealing with several prisoners that she had thrown in the hole. Their behavior was unacceptable and she had to decide how to teach them a lesson they would never forget.
She thought about it all weekend and when she returned to the prison on Monday her first order of business was dealing with the several undesirables. She ordered them to be brought to her office and to wait outside her office.
They were all macho men or so they thought and the warden decided to take away some of that macho bullshit. She had a spare room attached to her office and inside she had a prisoner standing behind a video cam.
Her cam was set up to interrupt any program showing in the recreation area. Most of the prisoners would be watching tv to pass their time. None of them were ready for what they would be seeing shortly.
The warden chuckled to herself and she was getting great pleasure out of knowing how humiliated the asshole prisoners would be. Her spare room had a large selection of whips, chains and bad things.
She had the prisoners follow her into her spare room telling them to get prepared.She removed the handcuffs from one of the prisoners but she left on the ankle shackles. She ordered the other prisoner to remove his shirt.
They were being video taped and she had ordered the video photographer to flip the switch so everyone could watch on the tv. Those watching tv already were trying to figure out what they were watching.
They had been watching the basketball game but now before them was several of the prisoners. These prisoners were feared by all in the prison and the watchers didnt know what to expect.
The warden ordered the prisoner to rip off the shirt and take down the pants of the prisoner. She ordered him to remove his shoes, sox and underwear which he did with much hesitation.
She walked up to the prisoner removing the clothing and put a blindfold over his eyes. She then had all three of them follow her to the spanking bench. She put the one prisoner in the stockade and had him position himself on the spanking bench.
The one prisoner that was standing naked was ordered to stand in front of the stockade. The third prisoner was ordered to get naked and to stand behind the spanking bench. The prisoner on the spanking bench was the leader of the bad asses in the prison.
The badass was going to find out how much of a badass the warden was. She had total control over these three and they would learn to behave themselves. The other prisoners sat and watched the show and had no problem heckling.
They found it funny that such macho guys were being forced to perform bisexual acts that were yet to come. The video photographer had been ordered to film up close any oral or anal actions.
She ordered the one behind the spanking bench to lube up the asshole of the one on the bench. He refused to do as he was told so the warden touched his balls with a cattle prod.The pain shot through him and the next time he was ordered to do something he did it.
He lubed up the asshole and he was given a large plug to shove into the asshole, which of course he did. He was then ordered to walk to the front of the bench and stroke the other prisoners cock until he was good and hard.
The prisoner felt so embarrassed and then he was ordered to stroke the cock of the other one. Both of them stood at the front of the spanking bench stroking each other as the entire prison watched.
They couldn’t help but get hard and the one in the stockade was ordered to open his mouth. He refused so the warden put the cattle prod to his balls which made him open his mouth wide.
The other prisoner positioned himself in front of the stockade and the other prisoner was ordered to guide the hard cock into the open mouth. He was ordered to suck the cock while the other one was ordered to lick the balls.
After some time the one prisoner came in the open mouth and the other one had stroked his hardness until he was milked dry. The open mouth was ordered to drink every drop of cum and lick the cock clean.
He did as he was told and the other prisoner was told to stand behind the spanking bench. He did as he was told and the other guard was ordered to suck the limp cock until it was hard.
He refused and the warden took out her bull whip and whipped the prisoner until he begged her to stop. He told her he would suck the cock if only she would stop with the cattle prod as well.
He dropped down onto his knees and sucked the cock until it was good and hard. Then she ordered the plug removed from the asshole and the hard cock to take its place. She ordered him to drive his cock deep into the asshole.
The lube would help the cock to slide in but the size of the cock and the length would be painful. He grabbed the ass cheeks after positioning his cock into the opening of the asshole. He then drove his hard cock into the asshole driving it further and further in with each thrust.
The one getting fucked cried out in pain and kept saying no over and over while being filmed. The entire prison started clapping and stamping their feet in delight to see such a macho asshole be taught a lesson.
The warden left the three of them and she told them she would return in time. She returned with a tray of fruit and cheese and she walked to the front of the spanking bench and grabbed the hair of Mr. Macho.
She had a strawberry in her hand and she told him to open wide for the berry, which he did. His mouth was very dry from his outcries and the berry was nice and juicy and felt good in his mouth.
She walked over to the container that had all of the sybian attachments and she chose the dildo that was about 2 1/2″ in diameter.She showed it to the macho man and she told him that he would be sitting on the dildo in short time.
He wasnt prepared for such a large toy up his ass but the warden didnt care as she had all of the bullshit she was going to take from him. She ordered one of the other prisoners to undo the straps on his legs, middle and arms.
He was rude and a real smart ass and the warden wasn’t going to tolerate his abusive behavior. She had the video photographer set up the cam to get an up close and personal video of the rude asshole riding the biggest dick he had ever seen.
She put handcuffs on him and placed his arms over a pole that was about five feet long. She had it pushed up against the back of his neck and he couldnt move his arms once he had been handcuffed to the pole.
She had the other two inmates stand on each side of the macho man and she had them force him down on his knees. The sybian was moved into position and the two inmates were ordered to pull his cheeks apart.
They did as they were told because they didnt want to me the next ones to have the dildo rip their asshole apart. The warden walked up to the macho man and she pushed him back onto the dildo.
Inch by inch she forced him down until the dildo was all the way up his ass. He had been begging her to stop but she refused to give in an inch. She then forced part of a banana into his mouth and she said to him “enjoy the ride” as she began to turn the knob on the sybian.
The sybian not only went back and forth it also rotated and the warden would increase both the speed and the circular motion. It was not in the least an enjoyable experience for the rider but the entire prison was enjoying the show.
She then ordered the other two inmates to get on their knees, she ordered one to get move behind the other one and to push him down on all fours. She then ordered the one to lube up the ass of the other one.
Once lubed she ordered the one to put his cock in the ass of the other while macho man watched. She ordered the fucking to be a real fucking with deep penetration and thrust after thrust.
The video that was being made would be a great source of humiliation for years to come. The warden moved the tv that was on a rolling tv table in front of the macho man and she removed the cover over the screen.
To the macho man’s deep humiliation and embarrassment he saw not only himself but also the other two inmates. The warden asked him how he enjoyed being a popular actor and if he thought his career would take off.
The warden let out a devious laugh and then she slapped the macho man across the face. She had punished the three of them for two days and nights and they were totally exhausted and beyond humiliated.
The warden finally ordered them to get dressed and to return to the cell block. She told them if she had any trouble from them she would make the next visit to her playroom much more painful and embarrasing.
“When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be.”
Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.
|“The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering.”|
Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.
“The universe doesn’t like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.”
If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.
“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”
“You see what power is – holding someone else’s fear in your hand and showing it to them”
“I am not concerned that you have fallen- I am concerned that you arise”
“I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.”
“No man’s level of intelligence should be measured by the color of his skin, his words shall always lead him above those that judge him harshly.” Kimberly
“any man more right than his neighbors constitutes a majority of one already.”
The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches but to reveal to him his own.
He had planned a trip to visit his mistress for quite some time. The weather was great for travel and his wife was out of town for several days. He had spoken to his mistress daily and he always thought about what they would do as far as playing.
His mistress had been extremely busy with school as she had returned to college to keep busy and keep her mind sharp. She had two temporary ischemic attacks which affected her short term memory.
She thought about her sub and she was always concerned about his health but she had difficulty remembering dates and times of important appointments. When she first told her sub about the memory loss he wasn’t so sure she was being honest with him.
He did some research and found it true about short term memory loss as a possible side affect of a t.i.a. His mistress hated the memory loss and she always felt like a failure when she would forget something important like her subs dr. appointment.
The sub could buy her beautiful gifts of candy, flowers, diamonds and he would take her out to dinner and to a show. He also enjoyed going to the local bdsm public parties and he watched over his mistress like a hawk over its babies.
The mistress wanted to do something special for her sub so she planned on making him a lovely homemade dinner with desert. This was something that no one could ever put a price tag on as it was a heart felt gesture.
She was also planning on sending her son out for several hours so she could play with her sub. She was hoping that her sub brought the stand for her stockade as she had planned on using the stockade during their play time.
She was planning on positioning her sub on the spanking bench so she had easy access to his ass. She was planning on giving him a good spanking and then she was going to take his virgin ass with a strapon.
Her sub had purchased a small strapon cock that would slide up his ass perfectly without pain. He watched her with anticipation as she changed the cock she had in her strapon to the smaller one.
This is something he had wanted to try for a very long time but he was always afraid it would be extremely painful. His mistress would never hurt him and he knew that but in the back of his mind the fear hung on.
She grabbed the bottle of lubricant and lubed up his ass as well as the strapon and she positioned herself behind him. She slipped the strapon into his ass ever so slowly and she took her sweet time in inserting the entire cock into his ass.
She had rendered her sub helpless as she had him strapped down to the spanking bench and she had put a blindfold on him as well. He was left at her mercy and he was enjoying himself so much.
She grabbed his hips and she slowly worked the strapon in and out of his tight ass until he was loosened up. She then began to fuck him deep and quickened her pace and her sub was so enjoying the experience.
She took a break from his ass and attached a parachute to his cock and added weights. The pulling down on his balls would make his orgasm so much more intense than anything he had ever felt.
She turned back to his ass and his cock and balls were fitting nicely through the hole on the spanking bench. She had added quite a few weights to the parachute and he could feel the pulling which felt quite exciting.
As she slipped the cock back into his ass and fucked him good his cock got rock hard and he could feel an orgasm building. She kept thrusting into his ass and finally a rush of an immense orgasm took over his body.
His entire body shook with the strongest orgasm he had ever felt and his mistress kept fucking his ass until he was left with nothing to expel. She undid the straps and removed the blindfold and took her sub to her jacuzzi bathtub.
She ran the hot water and the bubble bath and she sat on the toilet as her sub stepped into the tub. She took the loofah and soaped it up and washed her sub and then she washed his hair.
She rinsed him off and then helped him out of the tub and dried him off. She then lead her sub to her bed and had him slip under the covers for a well needed nap. He was used to running all day but today he would allow himself to fall into a wonderfully relaxing nap. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a dream which mirrored his playtime earlier that day.
“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you.
A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…”
“If you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything.”
“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”