Friday 29 January 2010

The Spanking Ad...

I read and reread His ad.  For some reason, the thought of enduring a bare-assed, over-the-knee spanking turned me on like nothing else.  I decided to respond to His ad, I wanted to begin a dialog and see where this would go.  I wanted to know more…my pussy was so freaking hot and wet…

All I could envision was going to a random office somewhere in one of those little office parks.  It was a rainy day or like today, cold, wet and snowing…there was little to no traffic around.  I pull into the parking lot and park in front of His office door.  I took a deep breath and another quick look in the mirror to make sure everything was as it should look.

I hurried to the door of the office and opened the door.  He had no receptionist, He was a one-man operation.  I could hear Him in the other room, His inner, main office.

“Is that you Victoria?”  He asked from the distance.

“Yes, yes, it is Victoria,” I replied.  I took off my coat and put it on the reception chair nearest his main office door.  He came to the inner office door and stood there.

“Come on in, my dear.  It’s time for your session,” He told me.  I left the coat on the chair and entered the inner office.  He went and locked the door to the outside…locking me in.  I was so sexually charged, so turned on…I could hardly stand there and wait on Him to return.  I set my purse on one of the chairs in front of His massive oak desk.  I stood there and waited for Him to join me.  He came in and shut the inner office door behind Him.  He touched my arm as He turned the other chair in front of His desk around to face me where I was standing.

“Stand right here, Victoria,” He instructed me.  I turned more to face Him.  “I see you’re wearing a nice dress as I requested.  What about underneath the dress?  Are you wearing the panties and thigh high hose I instructed you to wear?”

“Yes, Sir, I am,” I replied.  He reached out and touched my arm, pulling me to Him.  His fingers lingered at the hem of my dress.

“You know I’m going to check to see if you’re wearing specifically what I asked you to wear?” He half-asked, half told me.

“Yes, Sir, I know you will check to see if I did as I was told,” I replied.  The fingers on His left hand lifted the hem of my dress exposing what was underneath.  He studied the panties I had on…as well as the thigh highs.  I could feel the wetness between my legs growing.  I knew the crotch of my panties had to be soaked by now…I ached to have Him touch me, touch my pussy.

“Well, you got the thigh highs right, but these aren’t the panties I specifically instructed you to wear.  What explanation do you have for me?” He insisted.  I felt my face grow hot.  I couldn’t have put on the wrong panties.  He specifically told me He wanted me to wear the black, lace, silk, French cut panties…that’s what I had on.

“I don’t understand, Sir.  You told me to wear the Black, lace, French…”

“No, I told you to wear the red ones.  I gave you three pairs of panties exactly alike when we met for lunch and I told you that I would let you know what pair I wanted you to wear today.  I specifically told you to wear the RED panties today,” He said with a very stern, almost fierce tone to His voice.

“Yes, Sir,” I said and started to tremble.  What in the world?  I wasn’t scared of this Man, I knew He had told me to wear the black panties, but now He had changed His mind and I was supposed to be wearing the red panties.  Good grief, was there no pleasing this Man?

“You must suffer the punishment, dear Victoria, for not following my instructions explicitly.  You realize you must make good on your transgression?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

“Hold your dress up so I can take your panties off of you,” He instructed me.  I took the hem of my dress, holding it up so He had full access to pulling my panties down.

He took his time and placing His fingers in the elastic waist band of my black panties, He very slowly began to pull the panties down.  I sucked in a breath; I was so fucking turned-on I was about to orgasm right there standing before Him, on Him.  I could feel His warm breath on my bare abdomen…how could He not smell my sex?  I was so wet, so hot…I wanted Him to run His fingers between my legs…I wanted Him to touch my womanly delights…I wanted Him to fuck me, fuck me anyway He wanted and could…

I felt myself trembling…I couldn’t control my trembling…I was so turned on, I felt as though I were having an out-of-body experience.

He pulled my panties down to my knees and then down to my ankles…

“Step out of the panties, Victoria,” He told me.  I obeyed.  There I was standing before Him in His office…I was holding my dress up to expose my now bare pussy and ass…my thigh highs exposed, still wearing my high-heeled shoes…I don’t know when I’ve felt so exposed and turned on.

“Come here, Victoria,” He instructed.  He placed the panties on His desk and was now sitting with his knees together…He pulled me to the side of His legs…

“Bend over, Victoria, bend over my lap,” He said.  I began to bend over his lap while his hands moved to place me right where He wanted me.  “That’s a girl, yes, lay with your full weight across My legs.”  I did as I was told.  I could feel my womanly juices running down the insides of my thighs…I wanted Him to touch my pussy, touch me, make me cum…

He placed His left hand on my shoulder blades as though to hold me down and then I felt His right hand resting just on the middle of my ass cheeks.  And then before I knew it what was happening, He spanked my bare ass cheeks with a firm hand…the sound was deafening but thoroughly electric.  The pain was instant but it hurt so good…another smack of His hand…I couldn’t help but flinch and jump…first one ass cheek then the other received one firm spank after another…I was wiggling and squirming as He administered each spank…I felt the tears fill my eyes…I felt my pussy throbbing with excitement, with the agony of needing a sexual release…

“Let it all out, Victoria, let go,” He told me with a softer tone to His voice…I was so close to orgasm I could taste it…I felt His hard cock pressing into my belly…surely He wanted me as much as I wanted Him right this very minute…right?

Another spank on first one ass cheek and then the other…my ass was on fire…my pussy was on fire…I was in pure spanking heaven…or is that spanking hell?

“Do you understand why you’re being spanked, Victoria?” He asked quietly as He continued to paddle my bare behind with His hand.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

“Do you want a release, Victoria?” He asked.

“Yessss, yes, Sir,” I managed to mumble.

“What my dear?  I don’t believe I heard you?” He asked a little more stern.  Another spank on my bare bottom…

“Yes, Sir, I want a release,” I replied where He could hear me.

“Good, girl,” He said and I felt His hand slip between my legs.  I felt His fingers inserting into my hot, swollen, wet pussy…He began to finger fuck me, my ass cheeks on fire from my bare-assed spanking…I was in heaven, fuck my pussy, yes fuck my pussy…

“That’s a girl, give it to Me, give me that orgasm,” He said in a wicked voice.  It didn’t take me long to beg…

“Please, Sir, May I cum?” I asked as I tried to hold off cumming on His fingers…

“Yes, you may, Victoria,” He told me as He fucked my pussy with His fingers…it felt like He had His whole hand in my pussy…He had more than one finger in there…I didn’t care, I wanted His whole hand in my pussy, making me cum…and cum I did…He flicked a finger across my swollen clit while fucking me with three of His other fingers…I started cumming and the juices flowing all over His hand…

I was moaning and groaning, wiggling and squirming on His lap…wave after wave of my orgasm washing over me as He held me firmly on His lap.  My bare ass dancing around until I finally had given all I had to give.

I don’t know how long I lay across His lap…I finally gathered my wits enough to ask permission to get up.

“Permission granted Victoria,” He told me as He helped me up off of His lap.  His hand was covered in my pussy juices.  He sat there with a wicked smile on His face.

“Now, Victoria, lick my fingers clean,” He instructed me. “Get down on your knees before me and lick My hand and fingers.”  I did as I was told.  I took His hand in my mine and began to lick my pussy juices from His fingers.  He reached around with His other hand and pulled my dress up again to reveal my bare ass.  I could feel the heat still lingering there from my spanking.  I loved the taste of my juices on His fingers.  I wanted to please Him as He had pleasured me…

He then pushed me back and pulled my chin up to look at Him.

“Now, Victoria, I want you to suck my cock.  I want you to make love to My cock with your mouth.  Can you do that?” He asked.  I was ecstatic, I wanted to see His cock, I wanted to suck His cock…I wanted to take His load of cum in my mouth and swallow every drop!  He had never bared Himself to me before, this was an ultimate treat.  I sat back on my heels and waited for Him to stand up and unzip.  I was so thirsty for His jism…I could feel my own excitement growing again…

He unzipped and then dropped His trousers and then ever so slowly lowered His boxers to reveal a raging hard-on.  He let His trousers and boxers fall to the floor and then He sat back down in his chair.  He positioned himself where His ass cheeks were on the edge of the chair allowing His hard cock an optimal angle.

“Now, suck me, Victoria, suck my cock,” He instructed.  I took to my task immediately…I took His hard shaft in my hand and began to lick up and down the shaft, licking around the rim…taking the whole head of His cock into my mouth…He had a nice sized cock…though it seemed to be swelling with each flick of my tongue.  I wanted to please Him; I wanted to show Him I was good cock-sucker.

I could feel my pussy growing hot again, I sucked the best I could, I made love to His cock…I wanted to taste Him, I wanted His load of cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste Him…

His hips started moving ever so slightly and then His hips started thrusting forward into my hot, little mouth.

“You have a wicked mouth, Victoria, suck My cock, bring My boiling load of cum up from My balls,” He hissed at me as I continued sucking His cock like there was no tomorrow.  I held His cock with one hand while I dipped my fingers into my hot, wet pussy, covering my fingers with my juices…having lubed up my fingers, I then found His ass crack just over the edge of the chair, while holding onto His cock with my hungry mouth, I began to feel into His crack to find His ass hole…it didn’t take me long to work first one finger and then the other into His ass crack and then into His ass hole…I then began to suck even harder on His cock while I inserted my finger into His ass hole moving my finger to massage His prostate…I had no sooner found the magic spot when He grabbed my head and heal me down on His hardness…I felt His legs tense and then the hot splash of His jism filling my mouth and throat.

I sucked Him every drop out of Him…I removed my finger and sat back as He sat back in the chair trying to regain some composure.  I stood up and went over to the sink at the far end of the office and washed my hands.  Then I picked up my purse and headed to the door.  I never said a word, I unlocked the door and let myself out.  I left Him there, completely spent in the chair…

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Wednesday 6 January 2010

Faithful Obedience

I fall more in love with Madam P every day.  As Madam and I settle into our life of consensual slavery, my inner Universe continues to expand in ways I could never have dreamed possible.  I find myself more and more focused on Madam.  I’m having some difficulty putting into words exactly what it is that I’m experiencing.  This feels like a rush of… bliss or of peace.  A quiet takes over me when I think of Madam.  I feel my consciousness reach out into the world when we’re apart, feeling for her presence, her movements somewhere out there.  I feel connected to Madam at all times, as if by an invisible unbreakable cord of pure love.

Yesterday when I got home from work, I had barely walked in the door and hung my coat in the closet when Madam called me into her office.  There was Madam sitting at her desk, absent mindedly playing a computer video game.  She pointed to the floor beside her and said, “I want you to sit here beside me.”  I didn’t ask why.  I didn’t whine that I just walked in from work and want to do this or that.  I didn’t drag my feet or heave a sigh.  With a glad heart I said, “Yes Madam” and I took my place on the floor at Madam’s feet.  As I sat there listening to the music coming from Madam’s computer game, with my head resting on Madam’s lap, I allowed every single fragment of my awareness to focus on Madam.  I let my entire being go; I held nothing in reserve.  I thought no thoughts.  I desired nothing except one single thing: to be pleasing to Madam.  In that pure moment frozen in time, everything inside of me became pure bliss, flowing through me into Madam.

That moment, sitting on the floor at Madam’s feet listening to her play a video game, is the pure essence of what it is that I get out of being Madam’s consensual slave.  Everything it is that we do comes down to one pure experience for me: the experience of being obedient.  I’m discovering that nothing charges my battery like the experience of being obedient to Madam’s every request.  Being obedient fills me with joy, bliss and peace.  Obedience turns me on, gets me white hot with sexual desire and keeps me there without end.  Every bit of slave training from this point forward, I now understand, is really just obedience training.  (That is to say, that’s what it’s about for me; I can’t speak for Madam’s experience.)

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a total pervert.  I still like a good beating and endorphin rush; I’m still a total humiliation whore.  I still love sensory deprivation and being tied up for hours at a time.  But nothing feeds my soul or reaches the core of who I am like an opportunity to demonstrate my obedience to Madam.

Now here’s a confession, something that I feel bad about.  Last night Madam P gave me a HUGE opportunity to demonstrate my absolute obedience and I totally disobeyed her.  Here’s what happened.  First let me just say that I don’t like bugs.  Okay, I tend to be kind of terrified of bugs.  So, there was this creepy beetle thing on the ceiling.  Madam courageously climbed onto a chair as I stood behind her to make sure she didn’t fall, and she tried to grab the beetle with a tissue.  Well, the beetle broke free and jumped for it.  Before the bug had a chance to run away across the floor, I stomped the life out of the bastard.  Madam then picked up the beetle with the tissue she still held in her hand and she told me to eat the beetle.  (Did I mention that I’m vegetarian and have been for nearly 24 years?)  What I absolutely, positively should have done is to tip my head back and open my mouth and wait for Madam to decide what she was going to do.  I should have trusted and obeyed.  Instead I stood there staring at Madam, not sure whether to believe the seriousness of her request (Madam is also vegetarian), while in my mind I weighed the gravity of simply refusing and accepting whatever punishment Madam deemed just.  Madam P totally let me off the hook, laughed and took the bug to the trash.  I was a little upset and shaken, not so much because Madam told me to eat the bug, but because I realized that I’m not trained nearly well enough to trust and obey when told to do something I really, really don’t want to do (like eat a bug.)  I feel bad about that.

I look forward to the day that Madam has me trained so well that I completely surrender when she tells me to do something that I really, really DO NOT WANT TO DO, whether she actually intends for me to follow through our not.  I desire to be so well trained that I just open my mouth and close my eyes and wait for Madam to decide how serious she is in such a circumstance.  I’m sorry I failed you last night, Madam P.

Missy

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The submissive speaks: The semiotics of visuality in virtual BDSM fantasy play.

The paper explores the mutually-constituted relations between avatars, space, and artifacts depicted in players’ profile portraits in a Second Life BDSM community. The significance of these images is not simply their representation of the lifestyle; they also convey the entertainment and interactive significance of virtual BDSM fantasy play. Through 3D game technology and photographic conventions, participants of BDSM community collectively construct a grammar and symbolism of power and submission through institutional structures (BDSM communities and lifestyle practices), enforced roles (dominance and submission, master/mistress and slave), and virtual photographic technologies (in-game instant snapshots). In the process, the spectator consciously and unconsciously participates in the power dynamics that these portraits depict.

Bardzell, S. (2006). The submissive speaks: The semiotics of visuality in virtual BDSM fantasy play. Proceedings of the 2006 ACM SIGGRAPH symposium on Videogames, p.99-102, 30-31 July 2006, Boston, United States of America.

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