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| 22 Dec 11 | A Collar Discarded....Part 2 | (22 Dec 11, 12:12 PM by Feline34) |
| The day had passed frustratingly slowly, every minute had seemed to drag into hours as I sat and watched the time ease its way to this moment. At last I was setting foot on the path that would hopefully lead me back to him. [more...] | ||
| 18 Dec 11 | A collar discarded part 1 (2) | (18 Dec 11, 4:30 PM by NimueBanditQueen) |
| The coarseness of the ropes around the creamy white softness of my skin, digging in deep and setting my nerves on fire made me feel as though I were alive again. Wriggling on the hard surface and attempting to shift my weight lower, jutting my hips higher into the air, wanting to expose myself to him, to offer him my sweetly curved ass for whatever pleasure took him I recognised the burgeoning feeling of satisfaction and arousal that only he could give me. I thought to myself that it had been too long, that I had needed this badly. That the impulses that drove me, that maintained my devotion had [more...] | ||
| 9 Dec 11 | Come outside..... (2) | (9 Dec 11, 9:19 PM by FluffySub) |
| Come outside he said beckoning to me, take a step outside he said and forget, Don't look back at your safety net, Focus he said as he led me [more...] | ||
| 8 Dec 11 | In memory of my First Dom. (5) | (9 Dec 11, 6:05 PM by faucils) |
| It all started with an awareness, whether it was his or mine I do not know. I do know that he captured me very quickly even with the few moments that we were together and the very few words that were exchanged. Soon I was watching out for him, felt my stomach somersault when I saw him. It did not take long with him, he was someone that had no need to announce his presence, he did not need to shout to be heard, he could and would talk quietly and still hold peoples attention. He was as I used to describe him, quietly dangerous. By that I do not mean that he was threatening in a physical sense nor [more...] | ||
| 4 Dec 11 | Stumbled upon this,almost impossible to achieve. (7) | (4 Dec 11, 6:19 PM by Litany) |
| I stumbled on this and whilst I found the ideals to be what every girl would want and dream of (submissive girls that is!) it sets a nigh on impossible standard and expectation of any man. It is not easy to be a Dom with such high expectations set, could not help but wonder if that is why so many fail to be what we want them to be? Because our ideals are set far too high? [more...] | ||
| 3 Dec 11 | What you leave behind.... (21) | (4 Dec 11, 1:30 AM by Litany) |
| I find myself sat here after a conversation with a so called "caring" Dom with tears rolling down my face and emotionally upset. So called Dom asking many personal questions with regards to what I learned and endured with my first Dom who I was with for 9 years has made me look once again at the negatives and positives of that relationship. He meant the world to me and I would have given anything to him. He was enough for me in every sense that I could possibly hope for. I was not enough for him though. That was one of the things that this so called Dom brought to the fore. The pain that this has [more...] | ||
| 18 Sep 11 | To be continued by who wants to carry it on... (5) | (29 Nov 11, 9:25 PM by Feline34) |
| Waking up stretching, my hands reach out for the warm body that has lain by my side all through the night, fingers brushing across the empty space cooled with the long absence of his body I sigh missing the sound of his breathing and the comfort he offers. [more...] | ||
| 13 Sep 11 | The Encounter (8) | (14 Sep 11, 5:57 AM by Shypeachybottom) |
| The soft murmer of voices greet me as I step in through the door, feeling the draft making my skirt flutter against my silk clad legs as it closes gently behind me. Quickly glancing around I take in my surroundings, the soft glow of candlelight reflecting off glasses as they are raised to lips, full and sensous sipping the deep red wine, staining them crimson. Stepping quickly and lithely, I speak with the Maitre De, checking the bookings he smiles up at me and leads me through the restaurant to a table set for one. Pulling out me seat for me I settle comfortably. The candlelight turning my hair [more...] | ||
