Fitznicely

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	The sensuous, undeniable hug of rope holding ankles and wrists...the prickle of a pinwheel rolling over sensetive skin...the helpless thrashing and squealing as a feather torments...the hiss of breath and the wide eyed stare as hot wax drips...the almost silent prayers as the razor sharp blade plays around a nipple...the panicked gasp as orgasm approaches, knowing that a dozen or more biting clothespegs are about to be ripped off in unison... The rich, beautiful music of submission is a rare and wondrous delight to my ears.I dont need to be served. I am perfectly capable of fetching my own drinks, making my own dinner, balancing my own books and making myself comfortable. I accept service with grace, happiness and an understanding that this is the natural order of things. My ancestry says much about my style of Dominance 500 years of island fishermen and farmers, make me decisive, self reliant and hardy in adversity. 200 years of men who were bred to rule a country has given me the gift of natural leadership and the humility of someone who recognises the worth of the obesience being offered, and an understanding of the importance of my duty to lead well.I prefer to think of my girls as prized posessions, they are cared for, protected, encouraged, supported, nurtured and learn the value of dignity under my leadership.In return, I expect obedience, respect and honour. If you disappoint me, you will be disciplined. I dont pull punches. You will want to please me.I have been aware of my Dominant nature for around 20 years, using most of that time to philosophise, theorise and practise, in order to hone my skills and harness the inner demon which I know makes me frightening at times, but also helps me focus and extract the most pleasure from a slave.I have a wicked sense of humour, meaning I like to tease and play. I enjoy a good laugh, but I also know very well that life can be hard and painful sometimes. You will find my shoulder is broad and my ear is always ready.If youre looking for a bastard who promises to whip the crap out of you for merely meeting His eye, some Domlier-than-thou Uber Dominant Master, keep looking, cos I aint it.If youre looking for a naturally dominant Man who can take you in hand, make you a better person, while also teaching you the reality of consensual slavery, Ill look forward to hearing from you.

If you don't have the balls to talk to me directly, you don't get to play with my toys.

So proud of my slutty bimbo princess in training. Switch that silly brain of yours off, sweet, dumb princess, and take me in your butt like a good girl :)

I can't believe I remembered my password!!

Hello everybody. I haven't been here for ages, because I have a life and stuff and I'm not constantly attempting to cheat on my partner! What a weakling freak I am!

RIP Informed Consent, you were better than this place by far...

If anyone would like to contact me, look for Fitznicely on Let Fife or Informed Consent.

I own your body

Lie still, listen

I can make you squirm and dance for Me, just with My voice.

You know it, it entrances you, you can't help yourself.

You feel it in your cunt when I tell you all the things I'm going to do to you

I know how wet you get when I call you My whore, My cunt, Mine

I know you moisten for Me when I tell you to get on your knees and present yourself

I love how I can make you jump just with a simple touch...there! Yess

I'm going to make you moan and shake and squirm

I know how sensitive you get when I run just a single fingertip over your body...in circles around your hardening nipple...over your belly, making the muscles twitch, down, down, over your hip and up over your thigh

I know how good it feels for you when I lie beside you, My erection hard against your thigh, and whisper in your ear how good it feels to slide inside you

I know how desperate you are to feel Me use you, to feel it all drip from you when I'm done with you

Touch yourself now, run just one finger around your clit, moan for Me. Ache for Me. Tremble for Me. Yes.

Take yourself to the edge. Don't cum...stop

Calm, calm.

Your cum is Mine. I tell you when

Now, play again.

No, you can't cum yet. I tell you when

That's My cum, My cunt. You obey.

Stop....yes

Now you're ready to feel Me. Now you're ready to jump under my barest touch. Now every nerve ending is lit up for pleasure and even a tiny brush...like that....even the smallest touch makes you want Me in you, makes you want to cum so bad

You want relief. I know how desperately you ache for your cum

I want you to suffer for me

Play again.

Take yourself right to the brink....now STOP

Good girl. Calm down.

I know you hate to beg. I know you bite your lip to stop from pleading. But I know you are. I know you're begging Me right now to let you go over the edge and find relief. Maybe I'll let you next time.

Maybe you'll fetch Me a drink.

We should go for a walk.

I want you to feel that ache in your clit.

I want to put my hand on your arse in a crowd and know you tremble for your cum. My cunt. My horny, juicy, helpless cunt.

Play with yourself.

Yes, yes, now you beg. I hear those tiny whispers, pleading.

You know I've tormented you all day like this. Maybe I should stop you again and again and again and again.

Maybe I should just fuck you, use that special position where you can feel nothing and I can feel everything

You want to be nothing but an object for Me to take My pleasure in.

You ARE an object for Me to take My pleasure inside

Cum

Breathlessly, she pushes back onto him, on her hands and knees, eyes screwed shut, on the verge of orgasm for the who-cares-fuck-me'th time...

He grimaces with effort as he slams his cock into her, sweat dripping into his eyes, fingernails digging into her hips and he pulls her hard onto him, revelling in the moans, yips and gasps as he takes her to that place where she can't stop cumming.

As he feels his sap rising, he pulls away, throwing himself to the bed, gasping for breath, waiting for the throbbing to subside a little, hyper aware of her still on hands and knees, her mottled red and black bruised and welted arse high, waiting for him to put it back in and fuck her some more, but he has other ideas.

They've played hard for months and they've talked, in those quiet times with her snivelling on his lap, about what they want from this. She's mused on how far she could go, how good it feels to let him be in control...but something always feels incomplete to him, and he suspects she knows it too. There's one step to go. He's ready, right now, to take it. The difference this time is he doesn't care if she's ready too...

"Baby...come on...fuck me again....I need you inside me"

He doesn't answer, steadying his breath, just lying there, solidifying plans and wiping sweat away, enjoying the animal scent of their fucking, smiling at the thought of what he's about to do.

"I want to tie you up"

She sprawls, arching her back, crawling around to face him and heading for his lap, wanting to suck their combined juices from him. Instead of letting her, though, he holds her head with one hand and pushes it down to the bed.

"I'm going to tie you up. Now"

She moans with lust, writhing, trying to extract her head from under his hand. He considers telling her to assume the position - hands behind back, ankles together - but then dismisses the idea. It's highly unlikely she'd obey anyway. She only follows orders when she wants to. It's been a bone of contention and a reason for many of her canings since they began.

In many ways, she's dictated, or at least guided the development of their play, and their growing relationship. He has reached the point now where it has to end. And it ends tonight. He's supposed ot be the one in charge, dammit, and he's spent many a night recently kicking himself for letting her make the running for so long. OK, it's been immensely enjoyable, but there was still that *something* missing. Time to redress the balance.

He sits up, pushing her head further into the bed, then scoots to the side of the bed and stands, taking a second or two to find his balance, then wandering purposefully towards their play chest, swigging deeply from the sports bottle of water sitting on top of it. Popping the lid back on, he throws it to her while he rummages for the ropes he'll need.

"Have a drink, babe, you're not gonna be able to again for a while"

She lies, watching him gather stuff from the chest, taking small sips and wondering what he's got in mind. They've not really done much bondage, and then just the standard stuff - hogtie, spreadeagle, handcuffs. She sees two lengths of neatly coiled rope in his one hand and her mind fils with happy fantasies. She loves him dominating her, she cums so hard when he tells her what a bitch, what a dirty cunt she is. She wants more. He makes her feel like a bitch in heat when he gets that stern tone in his voice and tells her to bend over his knee, or the back of the armchair. He's made her sob and howl, bark and whine. He gives her every bit of dominance she asks.

Her eyes follow him as he walks back to the bed, blinking as he throws the rope so it lands just in front of her nose. For a moment, she thinks she spots something different in his mood...something...harsher. She opens her mouth to persuade him to tie her wrists to her ankless while she's on her back, the forward hogtie that she adores, when he can piledrive that awesome cock into her and fill her up completely while she cums so fucking hard. He clamps his hand over her mouth quickly, and her eyes widen in surprise. This isn't like him, something IS different!

"Silence, cunt"

What the...? He doesn't call her that unless he's inside her. She's puzzled and starting to feel a little hurt. She's not used to him being so crude oustide of sex.

He takes her hands and places them at the small of her back, uncoiling the rope. She lets her hands fall back down beside her, smiling up at him, cheekily.

He takes her wrists again, this time holding them both together in one hand. She tries to pull away, but he holds her tight. It pinches a little as she sqirms and she lets out a little "Ow".

"If you don't want it to hurt, stay still"

"Arsehole"

She pulls more, but his large hands are plenty strong enough to hold her in place. He wraps the rope around her with his free hand, cinching it tight and tying it off swiftly. With her fingertips, she feels for the knot, but it seems to be missing. She twists to take a look, reaching her arms around to her thigh, looking down. The git has tied it out of her reach! She won't be undo-ing this one.

"Hey, I can't get out!"

"Well duh,"

"Git"

"Ha!"

He grasps one ankle and she kicks out with the other, landing a good blow on his chest. He grunts and jumps on top of her, swinging his leg over her and sitting on her legs, facing her feet. She kicks out pathetically, only able to flail from the knees. Realising she can reach his arse with her bound hands, she reaches down and gets her nails in, taking two big chunks of flesh and pinching with all ten fingers. He laughs. He fucking laughs! And he binds her ankles easily, tying the knot at the front, where he knows she can't get to it.

She feels the weight lift off her and she twists onto her side, seeing him stand over her. Her eyes take the long journey from his feet to his face, taking in his wilting but still impressive cock, the flattened stomach she hadn't realised was quite that toned until now, the hairless torso and the stern face.

He hops down from the bed and looks at her, hands on his hips, and she suddenly realises that its not such a comical pose as she used to think. She looks into his eyes and there's a purpose there that she's not sure she likes.

"Baby?"

WHACK!

Her face exlodes with the sting of the slap, it takes a while for her to comprehend what he's done. Fire burns on her cheek as lies still, stunned.

"Silence means silence, cunt. I let you off once"

"Wha..?"

CRACK!

Her ears ring and she feels a trickle of hot wet run from a suddenly sore spot on her lip. Despite herself, her bottom lip starts to quiver, but she catches herself, her resolve hardening. The fucker hasn't played this rough before and she doesn't like it. He split her lip, the bastard! But for the life of her, she doesn't want another slap, so she bites her tongue and satisfies herself by glaring at him and pulling at the ropes energetically.

"Stop that and lie on your side, facing me"

"F..."

She stops herself in time, hoping he'll mistake the planned "fuck you" for exertion. She carries right on trying to escape though. Fuck him indeed!

Instead of repeating himself, he simply kneels on the bed and grasps her side as she flops away from him, rolling to face him in the process of getting as far away as she can.

She tries to keep rolling, but he has her in a firm grip. It hurts to move away. Letting out a sigh, she stops fighting, waiting for her time. Leaning her head to the bed, she's faced with the dots of blood from her cut lip, and just for an instant, she's scared. What is this? What's the big idea? He's always cared for her, the pain has always been on her terms. She thought he understood.

"Those tits look so good. You know, I've been wanting to cum over them for a long time,"

No way! She hates him cumming on her tits, getting her all gooey and sticky and smelly...It's not fair, she daren't talk. Her face still stings, but there's no way she's letting him wank over her. She struggles, grunting and wincing, flopping in his grip, taking the pain as his fingers bite into the flesh of her belly. She manages to squirm onto her front, but he flips her back to her side, easily.

With a rising sense of panic, she sees that he's got his cock in his other hand, massaging it back to life and pointing it right at her. She writhes harder, squirming like crazy. He is NOT shooting that crap over her tits!

He moans slightly as he holds her in place, now and again losing a little grip on her and having to turn her back to face him.

"You may talk now, I won't slap you again. For now"

"Fuck you, you bastard. Let me go! You know I don't like you coming on my body!"

"And?"

"Just fuck me, OK? You've got me all tied up, just use me, shoot inside me, you don't want to waste that on your own hand when I'm all helpless like this, do you?"

"You know what? I fancy wanking over your tits,"

"No, come on, fuck me, pl..."

"Please? Ha! Did you want to say please? Are you actually pleading with me now?"

"Cunt"

"You know, that's actually very horny. I don't think I can last much longer"

He speeds up his stroke, gripping her tight now. She pulls at the ropes around her wrists, knowing now that it's going to happen no matter what she does or says.

And then something clicks in her head. She suddenly realises the reality of her situation. In a flash, it dawns on her that it doesn't matter what she wants, that he'll take his pleasure, he'll make her do things his way, no matter what she wants. No matter how hard she tries to persuade him differently. This is new. This isn't how it's been.

In a daze, she feels the hot spunk land on her tits as he grunts and groans his orgasm over her. She looks up at him, marvelling, finally feeling the big picture. Finally connecting the last dot.

He looks down at her, triumphant and spent, grinning widely at the sight of his cum dripping from her nipple onto the bed.

She gazes up at him, all thought of fight gone. It doesn't matter that she's bound. It doesn't matter that the restraints are physical right now. She knows that even when he takes the ropes off, he'll be in charge. By doing just exactly what he wants, he's proved to her that she's not the one dictating the pace anymore. He's took his own pleasure and she was helpless to change his mind. He's proved, in the most intimate and succinct way she could imagine that what she wants no longer matters. She knows she will have to please him now, that she will live to serve him and her wishes will be his to indulge or ignore. Her mind clears completely and she feels at peace for the first time.

"You OK?"

"Yes Master"

She'd had a few puzzled glances already.

It was only to be expected though, having her coat zipped all the way up when it was such a warm day, the first warm day of the year, too.

"Darling!"

Startled away from her musing over the shelves of cereals, she looked towards the man a few metres ahead of her and hurried to his side, tottering in the unfamiliar heels.

"Sorry, I was..."
"Doesn't matter, keep up,or..."

She flinched, subconsciously half raising her hand to the collar of her coat. In a whisper only they could hear, she murmered

"Yes Sir,"

Strong hands guiding the rapidly filling cart, he moved on around the aisles of the supermarket, while she scooted from side to side, gathering essentials and the odd treat in response to his orders...

bread - no, not that one, the one from the bottom shelf...chocolate bars, the ones he liked and she didn't...washing powder...clothes pegs...do we need them? Oh yes, they'll be used...

The blushes spread across her face as she obediently picked things and placed them in the cart, bending at the waist when he told her to fetch things from low down, starkly aware of the utter inadequacy of the tiny skirt and of the potential show she was giving to anyone behind her - or at least the one man she knew was behind her.

She could feel his eyes on her as she bent, a prickle of goosebumps on her thighs, a whisper of dampness between her legs, the uncompromising pinch and rasp as the small but terribly effective clamps grazed along the inside of her coat.

At one point, glancing swiftly along one empty aisle, he drew her close, kissing her sweetly on the nose and lifting a hand between them, pinching the zip between two fingers and tugging it down until it reached a point just above her navel. She froze, pressed against him tightly, looking up pleadingly into his amused eyes.

"Sir! Please! Please don't, I'll be good. I'll be such a good girl. Please,"
"I know you will. See now, all I have to do is take one step back..."

He rocked back on one heel, moving his body inches away from her, allowing her bare breasts to sag free of the safety of both his chest and her coat, the chain connecting them jingling quietly.

Holding the position for just a second, he pressed up tight against her once more and, kissing her deeply, slid the zip back to the top, pausing to fondle one tightly pinched nipple.

She let out a breath in relief and thanked him profusely in the same tiny whisper.

They toured the store for maybe only half an hour, but to her it felt like days, watching the faces of everyone they passed, dreading the moment when one of them realised she wore nothing but the coat, tiny skirt, ridiculous platform heels and those damn clamps.

At the checkout, she laboured swiftly, unloading the cart onto the conveyor and back again as the cashier swiped each item. As he paid, she busied herself packing carrier bags, trying not to think of what she was putting on show by neglecting her attire for so long.

As she packed, she slowly became aware of just how much of their new purchases could be used in the play session she knew was coming up...bananas, chillis, clothes pegs, ice cream, chocolate sauce, cable ties, steel wool, map pins...the blush returned to her face furiously and she avoided looking at the cashier as he paid, taking his time and flirting with the girl as she processed his card.

At the car, he helped her transfer the bags into the boot and sent her to return the cart. Holding onto the thing, she finally felt some stability and elegance returning to her walk and she made sure to trot away from him with a sassy wiggle in her stride.

When she returned, he had the backseat door open for her. She drew level with him and he looked her up and down, still with the sadistic amusement clear on his face.

"Turn around and face the car,"

As she did, he grasped first one wrist then the other, and she felt the cold steel of his cuffs secure themselves, holding her arms helplessly behind her back. Turning her around to face him, he leisurely toyed with the coat zip, teasing it down, inch by inch, until the chain between her breasts was clearly visible.

"Get in, then, girl!"

She turned again, bending awkwardly, sliding her bum down onto the car seat and swivelling her legs in.

When he was sure she was inside and passably comfortable, he swung the door closed and strolled to the driver's side. As he prepared to drive off, a middle aged couple walked past. She looked at them as they took one glance, then another through the window at her. She smiled nervously, catching the woman's scandalised stare.

Then he gunned the engine and drew slowly out of the parking space.

"I think we're going to need more petrol before we get home,"

She groaned.

Just because I'm a Dom, doesn't mean a) I want to Dom you and b) I'm a bastard.

I'm primarily here to make friends, which means if I like your profile, I'll write something nice, light and friendly. What you won't get off me is "Kneel now bitch".

In play, sure, I'm a bastard. I like it and I like the effect it has on a girl, but let's be friends first...then I'll beat you :)

(Does Orgasm Imply Consent?)

The tight ropes chafe at your wrists as I tug them tight behind your back and knot them firmly to the harness that runs over your shoulders and between your small, perky breasts. You fight me, frustrated, totally unable to escape the biting rope.

Reaching around you, I take hold of your jiggling breasts and squeeze them mercilessly, making you grunt and gasp. You squirm in my arms, twisting and writhing, so desperate to get away, but you can't.

I maul you, uncaring fingers pinching at your nipples, then I twist you round and grab hold of one pigtail, pshing down so you're bent double at my waist. With my free hand, I tug up the tiny skirt and rain swift spanks down on your ass while you stumble and squeal in protest.

With your ass nicely reddened, as you begin to sniffle, I walk you forward towards the bed, dragging you by the hair and throwing you onto the pale hotel sheets. You sprawl, landing like a sack of rags, legs flailing, arms pulling furiously at the uncompromising ropes which hold them tight and high in the middle of your back.

Yanking down my jeans and underwear, I free my rampant cock and climb onto the bed between your legs.

Lifting you easily onto your knees, I pierce your helpless, unready fuck hole and laugh at the yowl of pain this elicits. Your torso twists from side to side, screams muffled by the bedspread as your face bounces deeper into the bedding with each rough, hard thrust of my cock.

I feel you wetten, despite yourself as I take you, balls slapping against your shaved crotch as I plough deep with each pumping.

When I hear your cries of protest start to become groans and lustful pleading, I flip you easily, letting you see the face of your captor, but your eyes are squeezed tightly shut, so I slap your face until you open them, staring venom into my face as I fuck you deeply and with no concern for you.

I hold your legs wide apart as I ram my cock into you over and over, speeding up and piledriving it inside you, watching the animal hatred fight with unbearable lust as you soak my cock with the betraying juices of your excitement.

with a gasping cry of "FUCKING BASTARD", you cum on me, bucking and grinding yourself onto my invading member. I slap you again, harder, as your involuntary, unwanted orgasms rip through your slut body, yeilding yourself to me despite the shame and vitriol in your eyes.

I feel my own seed rise and pull out of your sopping hole. With two swift jerks, I jet a load of hot white cum all over your belly, wiping the last few drops on your inner thigh. Reaching beside me, I grab for another length of rope, holding your ankles together between my knees, I wrap the rope once, twice , three times around them and knot them tight.

you lie there, spitting curses at me, flopping and writhing like a fish on the shore, my spunk smearing all over the bed as you flop and twist, trying to escape, but knowing it's futile. I stand watching you, the turn away, disinterested in your cries of hatred and pleading sobs for mercy, heading for the bathroom to clean up, then to the minibar to grab a drink while I watch your defiled body fling itself around, waiting for the lfe to return to my wilting cock, at which point you will experience what I like to call "round two"

Knotty knotty knot knot!

I have discovered the joys of rope bondage. Way overdue, seeing as I've had 40ft of rope just sitting coiled and ready to go for about four years now.

I can see why people get obsessed. It's wonderful :)

Ack ack ack!

I think this is what they mean by being in "the zone"

Already used up and exhausted one slave, but am terribly frustrated because I could just keep on going. Worst thing is, I don't think my body's up to it anymore than my slave's is.

I think a week in a dungeon and a production line of willing victims MIGHT quell the flames.

Maybe not though.

You never know, might win the lottery tonight, buy a farm and turn it into one big kink complex.

Oh god, that'd be great, wouldn't it? Rolling fields and gravel tracks to run your ponygirls, converted stables full of every diabolic device you could imagine, a barn, kitted out as the most awesome fetish club, with rooms brimming with leather and rubber, uniforms and corsets and flimsy nightwear, faint screams and howls filling the air as guests and residents take full advantage of everything on offer.

Jeez, I hope my numbers come up tonight.

Failing that, if there's a kinky developer out there that's interested in building this, I'm open for consultancy work :D

My dream scene right now would be....rather painful, long, varied and awesome.

Whips, ropes, wax, forced orgasms, crawling, whimpering, crying, begging, spanking, faceslapping, reducing some poor bitch to abject ecstatic misery, breaking her utterly........

Domspace in 3...2...

The stables:

Beside a stall is a girl, dressed in nothing but leather straps, with a latex horse's head covering hers, underneath which is a ballgag, strapped tight.

Reins secure her to the wooden bar of the stall gate, the hooves on her hands and feet mean she stands pretty and helpless, occasionally testing the length of her rein, stomping and moaning, every inch the feisty pony.

I take her rein and release it easily from the bar, pulling at it and drawing her to me, where I propel her forward with a swift rap from the crop in my free hand. With a muffled whinny, she shoots forward ahead of me, the blinders meaning she can only see in front of her, while I encourage her forward with crop and a chuck of her reins.

She trots on ahead and I finally draw her to a halt beside the cart she's to be attached to.

Manouevering the pony into position, securing her wrists and elbows behind her back and padlocking her into the pulling harness of the cart, I clip bells to her collar and nipples, enjoying the delicate sound of their jingling as she continues to stomp and snort.

Getting up onto the seat of the cart, I take the signal whip from it's holster and secure the reins in my free hand. with a flick of the reins and a snap of the whip, we're off. Her prancing ahead, pulling me along gracefully, jingling and trotting happily, me feeling like the lord of the manor, being pulled by my beautiful, obedient pony.

You kneel at my feet, stripped to the waist, the too small skirt hiked up into your lap so far that I can see the cleft of your sex.

Your hands wriggle behind your back, making the cuffs chain jingle a little. You know there's no way out of them though.

Your eyes are staring up, mesmerised by the flame as I hold it to the wick ofthe plain white candle. I, too, watch, entranced as the wick catches fire and the lighter flame plays around it, hypnotically.

Slowly, I raise the candle and let the lighter go out. I rock the candle from side to side, twirling it between thumb and forefinger, encouraging it to eat at the wax as the flame steadies and takes hold. Tiny dribbles leak from the tip of the candle, like the dribbles of juice that you so love when they seep from my dick as I let you play with it.

I blink as i feel a rush of air on my face and hear the tiniest little "poof", and the flame leans towards me and goes out in a fraction of a second. Looking past the black carbon smoke, I see your face, eyes twinkling with glee, mouth still pursed from the blow that extinguished the flame.

Quietly I whisper, "You fucking little bitch. Do that again and I'll gag you,"

Again, patiently, I set the lighter flame to the wick and it swiftly catches, as if it, too is eager to drop it's white, hot melt onto you.

I play the candle in my fingers again, leaning it to one side, as the wax begins its journey down the length. Again, I feel the puff of air on my face and the flame dies again.

"Oh you brat! OK, you want to play a game, then? Let's see..."

I reach beside me, into my little bag of tricks that you dread so much and pull out the panel gag, the one you've never worn before and hoped not to, the thick ballshaped peg which should fill your mouth looks so daunting! And the hole inthe middle which lets you breathe just looks totally inadequate. You're sure if I put that on you, you'd suffocate...

I pinch a nipple roughly, making you gasp. As you do, I slip the ball into your involuntarily open mouth. The "MMph" as I hold the panel against your lips is music to my ears, as is the pitiful attempts to apologise as i reach behind your head and buckle the gag tightly onto you.

You breathe deeply in hissing long breaths, fighting the urge to panic, getting used to having your mouth full of rubber, trying to find a comfortable place for your tongue, wrapping it around and around the invasive gag like a cock head, knowing full well you have no way of shifting it so much as an inch out of your mouth.

Defeated, you raise your eyes to me again, pleading with a look, which subsides as you see the steely gaze, tinged with the amusement that always makes you blush.

"Now, bitch, you'll play my game. This time, I want you to try to blow it out. If you do, I will reward you by making you cum. If you can't blow it out...well it'll just keep dripping wax all over your lovely tits, won't it?"

With slow patient deliberation, I raise the candle way above your head and light it once more, chuckling as you huff ineffectually through the little hole.

Wax starts to run in earnest, and a tiny pool forms under the lit head. leaning you back with my free hand, I aim the candle deliberately at the soft curve of your right breast, angling the candle sharply and smiling broadly as the hiss of swiftly drawn breath as the hit liquid hits your sensetive skin, hardening almost immediately into a white crust. Two more drip follow swiftly and you gasp into the gag and the pinprick searing pain strikes through your chest.

I level the candle out and you watch the flame intently, almost forgetting in near panic that you're supposed to be trying to blow it out. Your eyes widen in anticipation as you realise another reservoir of melting wax must be forming in the tip of the candle that's being held just out of reach. You lean back further and huff and huff again and again, frustrated that nothing seems to touch that devilish glow.

Smiling a secretive smile, I lower the candle towards your skin, moving it towards me slightly and tipping it again. I watch the small stream of wax fal from the candle as if in slow motion, following its trail through the air and letting out a triumphant little laugh as it coats your nipple directly. You let out a long anguished squeak and squeeze your eyes tight shut as the pain sears through you again, flinching away from me as best you can, which isn't much.

Opening them again, the first thing you see is a tiny pall of black smoke. Uncomprehendingly, you see the flame has gone out, and look up at me. The gust of air from your pained squeak has extinguished the flame, as I planned it would.

Smiling broadly, I place the candle to one side and take your chin in my hand.

"What a clever little fuck you are tonight, girl. Well done...Now, your reward..."

I reach down between your legs and flex two fingers forward, slipping them into you as you moan, helpless and squirming as I begin to reward you...

A scene from a while back. Recalled and written about while I updated my Alt profile (wayyy overdue LOL):

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I began slowly, steadily spanking her arse, preparing her for the journey ahead.

Settling into a good rhythm, one cheek then the next, as she lay on her front, twitching, yelping and sighing in turns as I reddened her buttocks to a fine burgundy.

Eventually, judging that she could take a harder beating, I switched to spanking with both hands simultaneously, telling her to prepare for several hard and fast spanks.

I delivered ten double handed blows to her glowing cheeks, then took her in my arms as she fought me, writhing in pain and yowling. As she calmed down, I took a big dildo from my toybag and slid it into her pouting, engorged pussy, delving deep and pumping hard until she came, quick and noisily.

I then began to spank her even harder, pounding one cheek then the next, not quite as hard as I could, but close. My manhood engorged lustfully at her moans and gasps as she slipped into the trance I knew she'd experience after a while, as i continued the heavy thudding blows to her glowing, tortured, dancing arse cheeks.

Every now and then I would pause, rub her bottom gentle and pump the dildo into her over and over until she came again, helplessly and profoudly, giving herself completely to my dominance and control.

The aim of the scene was to make her cry, profoundly and beautifully, and as hard as I was hitting her, it was never going to happen while I simply spanked her. I took out my rattan cane and, preparing her with several more involuntary orgasms, began caning her now obviously bruised ass.

As the first few strokes ended, she begged me to stop, saying it was too much. I took her in my arms and stoked her wet cheeks, telling her what a good girl she was and how proud I was of her resilience. I reminded her that her tears and her bruised bottom were the goal we wished to achieve and she agreed that I should continue with the cane.

Again and again, my strokes rained down on her dancing arse, pausing every six strokes to fuck her with the dildo and watch her cum while still sobbing...

At least half an hour passed like this, steadily caning and fucking the poor sobbing wreck of a slave.

Sadly, real world issues meant we had to stop then, and I took her up in my arms and cuddled her, stroking her tear stained face, kissing her tenderly and telling her how well she'd done. She looked up at me with dreamy eyes, and I knew she was floating on air, aching so badly, but totally fulfilled.

the bruisess only lasted about four days, but she was buzzing and on top of the world for a good couple of weeks.

A wonderful scene!

I'm thinking it was a bad idea to consider learning some new rope techniques.

Finding it rather...ahem...hard to come down from Domspace...

A postscript to that there profile:

While I'm definitely looking for new girls, resident and non-resident, what I'm looking for in the first place is friendships. With luck and time, I'm guessing one of these friendships might grow quite organically into a mutual desire for her to join my family.

But that's something to be considered as it happens. Who knows, it might already be happening! Time will tell :)

What I'd really enjoy is good conversation with some new friends who share my love of kink and perversion. After a long time raising kids, it's time to reclaim a social life!

Aha!

I've finally found the time to update my profile description. It's been the same for three years now and it was feeling just a little out of date.

Also, the new pics on my profile have been approved! All stripes delivered by yours truly.

For anyone who says they're pretty tame, spanking and caning have never been my main focus, I like to keep my girls bums as sensitive as possible.

I don't want them to get to the point where 20 30 or 50 lashes can be shrugged off, and I don't see any merit in having a girl who's able to take hundreds of strokes without breaking a sweat. To me, that's just a waste of all those fine, erotic, natural reactions like squirming, squealing, trying to fight back, running away, crying, wailing, begging me not to cane, spank, drip wax, make her cum again, etc etc.

Oh the delicious despair of a rarely beaten slut!

(Any comments, critiques, praise or verbal abuse gladly received, thank you!)

Woke up this morning covered in pussy, which is a lot less exciting than it sounds.

Really need to get back to the gym. Have lost a load of weight recently, and the new regime means it's still falling off me, but now I need to tone up all these out of practise muscles.

Never know when you're going to need 'em...and regaining the ability to shag for an hour nonstop instead of the half hour I'm managing recently could be a distinct advantage :)

If you were to pack a case for a fun weekend away, what would be your first three choices? For me, it would have to be

a) My trusty riding crop. No prizes for guessing why ;)

b) At least 10m of rope. Those girls can get awful slippery if you don't truss 'em up right.

c) A candle. She can bring the lighter, I like the idea of her facilitating her own torture :)

Ack Ack Ack!

A curse on all overfriendly ex-girlfriends!

An appreciation:

I know you'll never read this, persuading you to join this site would be pointless, but I want to tell the world how happy I was to meet you yesterday.

It's been a long frustrating three months - all the rushed phone calls, all the emails and pictures back and forth, but now I've had you in my hands, the wait has been worth it.

You are all I've been looking for and a little bit more, even though there's less of you than your predecessor: smaller, younger, quick, cute, compliant and open to all the new ideas I have in store for you. Even the kids think you're adorable!

Welcome to my world, I can't wait to take you out and show you off to everyone :)

While I can understand the desire to get stuffed in all three holes at once, LOOKING like a bowling ball really isn't necessary.

Please. Diet.

* * * Update * * *

Amusingly, I've had a good dose of feedback from people who think this post was aimed at them - In answer:

- Nope, I don't trawl CM profiles looking for people to slag off
- Nope it wasn't aimed at you, or anyone else on CM
- You seriously think you're important enough for me to waste time on people who are, after all, complete strangers?
- It's MY journal and I'll put what I like on here

Now, that's an end to the subject.

On a lighter note, still feeling like trussing someone up and playing their body like a musical instrument. Let's see what tomorrow brings :)

Seriously feeling the desire to gag someone, truss 'em up tight and make 'em cum lots. Any takers? LOL

It's that time of the year again...

Happy Yule, Merry Christmas, Wonderful Whatever.

May you all receive everything you wished for this Holiday.

I sometimes wonder...

Is it better to be respected on this site, or thought of as a big ole slut?

You know...

Some people are at their most hilarious when they're at their most insane.

Good riddance to bad rubbish, we're not missing you.

Been away a lot, I know. Health issues... What's new? Improving health, a better life-view, hopefully the end of the tunnel. And, very happily, the spectre of a very nasty part of our lives, where a seriously creepy bastard had got inside my girl's head, is finally at an end. I'm not going into it all here, but suffice to say definitive steps have been taken to ensure he won't be a part of our lives anymore.

36...Thirty....Six....

I was born over three and a half decades ago.

That's taking some getting used to...

A word on Family and Responsibility: Wht I do reflects on my family: If I'm an asshole, people pity them, if I impress, people treat them with respect. If My girl is horrible to someone, people think "That poor man" or "He can't be much use if he puts up with that", if she impresses people, they look at us and see a relationship they'd like to have. If my kids misbehave, we're bad parents. If they behave, we're good parents. I, as the head of my household, take responsibility for my family. I ensure we stay strong, healthy and an asset to each other. I make sure none of us bring shame upon the family, that we always do our best and act beyond reproach. THIS is what Dominance means to Me.

One week into my medication and I've already lost 7lbs! I got into a pair of jeans on Wednesday that didn't come near me on Saturday...I'm LOVING this diabetes lark... But look, it's a serious condition, I know that. If I don't regulate myself JUST so, I could lose my eyesight, feet, and ultimately my life. Well, that's not gonna happen. I'd like to think that the self control I have as a good Dom means that regulating my health should be easy. OK, I know I've not done wonderfully up to now, or else I'd not have the Diabetes in the first place, but now I have the assistance and motivation to achieve what I should have done years ago. ~~~~ I've been thinking on the subject of the nature of my Dominance lately... What I try to do is encourage and support, nurture and protect. THIS, I'd say, is the best way to Dominate - leading your slave to personal excellence, having someone well groomed, intelligent, proud, well read, cultured, fit and healthy on your leash should be a source of pride - My aim is to have a slave that makes other girls jealous and other men want her. Knowing that it's My hard work that's got her to that point is AWESOME! I'm kinda discouraged by all the meathead Dom/mes on here whose idea of Dominance is how hard they can hit, how much money they can get out of their slaves, or how badly they can treat them. This is bullshit. OK, forget for a moment that lovely old cliche that submission is a gift...the plain fact is that Dominance is NOT an excuse to abuse. Abusive fuckers are abusive fuckers, and calling yourself Master, Sir, Goddess, All High Poohbah doesn't make up for the fact that you should be hung up from the highest gibbet. ~~~~ A word now on topping from the bottom. This is NOT My bag. Oh i know it's normal, that every so-called sub on here assumes and expects to have their needs met and the Dom to be there just to give them their jollies, leave 'em with a nice set of bruises...but know this...you play with Me, I AM IN CHARGE. Try it on with Me and you'll find yourself in the corner, ignored, until your attitude changes.

Rock on!

Cracking night out last nite, despite the psycho ex scaring my friends! Changed my profile pic for one taken on the nite and frankly one of the better pics I think I've ever had taken LOL.

In other news, this week I was diagnosed as diabetic.

Immediately, I've had a bit of a life overhaul, eating better and exercising more...And yesterday was my first day of blood-sugar regulating drugs.

My god, it's like a shot in the arm! I have so much more energy now...and I'm more lucid, faster mentally...I said when I got the results that I wanted this to be a positive thing, but I never expected to benefit THIS quickly!

Time to enhance My family... It's something I've been thinking about for a while now, the idea not only of having some fresh meat to mould, but as a treat for My girl (Darkmoonkat), too. Ideally I'm looking for someone around My girl's age - 29 - who is willing to relocate. Looks and size are not as important as enthusiasm and commitment. Initial contact will be on-site, including cam to cam in the first instance, eventual non-scene meetings in public. Applicants with no pic on their profile, please include one in your first mail, full body preferable. Clothed please. I will have plenty of opportunity to see the rest of you in good time. There will be a trial period of no less than six months where W/we will get to know each other. This give U/us a chance to vet your compatibility and gain your trust and respect, which, of course, will be necessary if you're to become one of My family. It also gives you the opportunity to reassure yourself that coming to live as My slave is what you really want. Duties will be mostly traditional household duties - washing, cleaning, etc. I'm not looking for a cook. It's My kitchen! Sexual service isn't necessarily required. We can negotiate that as time goes on. SM-wise, you should be ready to expect more than a little pain, medium to long-term bondage, public humiliation, petplay, pony play and private daytime flogging/spanking/edge sessions. Your free time will be negotiable, based on the quality of your service, and will be completely ungoverned. I'm lookng forward to hearing from you!

New pics!

Snaps of a few of O/our toys and a pic of My girl DARKMOONKAT on her knees.

Being "inbetween jobs" is very much the double edged sword: On one hand, you have no money to do ANYTHING... On the other, I get to spend as much time as I like with My girl... I'm planning a kink-raid on the nearest hardware store...need to re-stock on the essentials...rope, chains, padlocks, clothepegs, pliers... And, with the girl's b'day coming up...let's say some of her presents shouldn't be opened in innocent company :)

I'm becoming quite a fan of this Recent journals thing...I'm actually surprised what people use their journals for...great long "OneTrueWay" lists of how they think life should be led, complaining about how many crappy mails they're getting, some terriffic stories of playparties, encounters and experiences that, I'll be honest, sometimes leave me a tad green around the edges. Me, I'm just going to fuck with your paranoia gland... I'M WATCHING YOU!!!!!

AArgh! The Message Boards ain't working! What the fuck!?

So My girl starts getting CMail from someone who can't count, accusing me of cradlesnatching - to put it mildly...

I'm thinking...report the guy for libel, or slander, or whatever it is...but really he's just too funny, flailing around, throwing wild accusations and trying to get a reaction...

Even more funny are his likes and dislikes...this from a male switch....who doesn't like...CBT, strapons, watersports, collars, or pretty much anything else I associate with male submission.

Bizarre, but I guess that's what you can expect from a guy who's only on here to jerk off on cam.

Minor hilarity to be had, spotting so-called subbies who avoid their "Masters" and chat other Doms up at all hours... Honesty and trust are EVERYTHING in any relationship. If you don't have that, everything you do is a lie.

Patiently *ahem* waiting for My girl to "find her subbie voice" and come up with some kind of text for her profile...

She's getting a steady stream of Cmails from Doms - Most, naturally, since her pic was approved, commenting on her chest....

See, I have a theory...that once she's filled in her profile text, the mails will increase exponentially. I have a theory that most so-called Doms here preferto steal or headhunt those slaves who are already serving...I'm expecting it's the old chest-thumping "I'm better then Him" game.

Pfft...Bring it on, boys.

In other news....I have a plan to take U/us away for a dungeon weekend. Just need the money for it now....

Third time of trying and all my profile pics are in order. bloody rules! I like making them, but dammit, don't expect me to follow them... Well, after three weeks of various degrees of pain, I've finally been to the docs to get my hand seen to. Blood pressure's up, might be arthritis. Not as bad a diagnosis as I'd been imagining, so all's good. AND! My girl's joined CM! I leave such decisions to her as a rule, no real interest in regulating her online time....but I did persuade her to makea profile here so she could think about joining in with My play on the Message Boards... OMG, the HILARIOUS Cmails she's had already...keep it going all you pseudo Doms and wannabe's. she'smine and only mine. LOL Be sure to check out DARKMOONKAT. My good pussy!

BIIG profile update. My one-line description really wasn't satisfying, tho it WAS accurate....

Thing is, because I'm primarily on CM for the Forums, I don't see the need to advertise Myself. Hell, even if I was looking for new subs, I wouldn't advertise, BUT, the darn thing looks sparse and uninteresting, I felt compelled to expand a little, JUST a little, mind...

And there's a new main pic on the way, if it gets approved. It's one of these lineart cartoons from websites that add filters like that to pics you upload. I guess it's a test of CM's approval process.

Well, back to the world...

So, looking around, I'm getting the impression this Journal thing is here to complain about people.

Sorry, I can't. Everyone I've spoken to so far has been lovely.

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