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	I am a female submissive, property of a Dom hoping to find a female domme or switch. Preferably slim.

I look in the mirror at the bruses.
They really are lovely.
She had a hard time.
I am small.
Small boned, small bottomed, small statured.

She is tall.
Even tying me standing to the cross,
I didn't present a very good target.

But still she managed.
(smile)

I felt the thud of the flog agaisnt my back.
A massage, really.
Then it moved lower. Harder.
And then the sweet, wicked little cane.
Stinging, like a bee.
And the lovely singletail, flicking, seeking, popping like a firecracker.

Ah, but her her hand. Wide and angular.

I was wet. So wet.
Her fingers slipped in side me to check.

But she wouldn't let me come.

And she unhooked me from the cross.
I did not want to come down.
She laid me on the floor, and then across her lap.

Spanking and spanking and spanking.
Both my pussy and my ass.

It was heaven.

I tried to raise up for each slap.

And still she wouldn't let me come.

(sigh.)

This morning, the lovely bruises.

I long for more.

A meeting.

A 'real' meeting.
Not just for drinks, this time.

I am breathless.
I tingle.

I am wet and my nipples are hard.

What to expect?
Nothing. Everything.

I crave...
Nothing. Everything.

Silly questions.
What to wear?

Anticipation.
Fear.
Ecstasy.
Pain.
Rapture.
Delight.
Joy.
Blessed.
Humiliation.

Leap. And a net will appear.

I hate to beg.
I am not the sort of woman who begs.
I am proud.
I am a lady.
I stand up straight.
I am attractive.
I hate the fact that I am so weak as to beg.
I hate that I need certain feelings so badly that I resort to begging, pleading, bargaining, in order to experience them.

A whipping falls into 'segments' for me. There is the first segment...

Those first few strokes on my white flesh. It hurts. Each crack of the lash leaves a welt. It's sting makes me gasp. The pain blinds me momentarily.

Then the endorphins kick in. I find myself raising my ass to meet each stroke. I begin to worry that each delicious stroke might be the last.

And this is when the begging begins.

Please...another.
Please...I will do anything for you.
Please....I am yours.
Please...use me anyway you wish.
Please...anything.
Please...don't stop.
Please. Please. Please.

I am humiliated that the words leave my mouth.
I forbid them...and yet, they come.

And then another stage sets in.
My mind becomes blank. All I can think about is how much I want another stroke.
I stop raising my ass.
Each stinging stroke seems directly tied to my clitoris. It swells as do the lips of my cunt.
I come close to an orgasim.
But he whispers in my ear that I may not.

And my begging lessens to one word:
"More".

Untill finally even that word stops escaping from my lips.

Yet, the words still burn in my brain.
Please. I will do anything you want. But please do not stop.

And finally the words stop.

And he whispers in my ears:
"What are your safewords?"

And I cannot remember them. The only words that come out are:
"Please, please don't stop."
And I sob them.

He covers me gently with a blanket and strokes my hair while I come back from the brink.

I know when he's ready he will choose a hole and stick his cock into it.

And I will begin to beg him again. To promise anything for him not to stop. To use me mercilessly untill he is sated.

I will again become a writhing whore, a faceless piece of ass, not any better than some 5 dollar hooker on the street.

I hate to beg.

Sigh. We met with 'Her' last night. And I must say, I am one happy little slut. We met Her at a restaurant and by the time we got there, when I got out of the car, my Dom had noticed that I was so wet there was a dollar sized spot on the upolstery

She is beautiful and strong and wildly experienced...everything I had hoped. At the end of our meeting my Dom said she had permission to use me wildly. I was so greatful I almost came right there.

I am the luckiest girl on the planet.

Because He is gone so much, this is a delightful way to keep me in shape. I so miss pain and humiliation when he's gone for these long periods. Let's face it....self service is just not the same.

Because he's leaving today, and because I was so very excited, he didn't miss the opportunity to stop on the way home, tie me across the car hood and take a good 'thudder' across my ass. It was lovely because there was flowing water nearby and giant eucalyptus trees over head. The smell was intoxicating and the sound of the rushing water drowned my screams.

The perfect end to the perfect evening.

I've been a member of CM for about a week now. The mail has been stupifying. So many letters!

And yet none truly 'captured' me. Most were one liners, certainly nothing offered to set them out from the crowd, nothing to make me burn with desire.

With great trepidation I began contacting 'Others'. It is hard for me to 'reach out' and express myself, to make my needs known. I am a sub, after all. My needs don't matter.

Mostly I wrote to those People whose pictures showed me their eyes. For aren't eyes the windows to the soul?

And the responses that I received have been wonderful. Thank you. You have given me some confidence in my one remaining power.

I read each one, entered into conversations both written and on the phone. My Dom then spoke to them and sorted through.

There was one voice that sung out to both of us. A Domme that lives within an hour or two. Her appeal came for different reasons of course. For him, it is someone intelligent to talk to. Safe and sane, that he felt he could begin to trust placing me in their hands.

For me, it was more emotional. (lol) I am still a sub, of course! There is an almost visceral, joyous fullness in my belly. I am distracted and exited. She is quite beautiful and her power seems extraodinary.

We have made arrangements for a meeting next Saturday night. I tingle. Delicious anticipation.

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