LittleFireBall

What happened to all the Dominate Men, the Masters, Sirs and Daddy's? The Strong take charge in control, confident MEN???? The Men were MEN and the women adored, looked up and had someone they could trust, respect and follow???

When did this culture become just fucking/sucking/spank/whip/humiliate! Lost is the imagination and play, lost is the true meaning of trustful Master/slave, Sir/submissive, Daddy/babygirl. Sad really, I miss my world of BDSM, I miss looking up to someone I know wouldn't let me fall, and Whom i would never let down at any cost.. If I wanted just kinky sex, Id easily find that anywhere, in general men are horny and will play along just to be fucked! BUT DAMNIT I WANT MORE out of life! I want, and need to be His lady and slut, to fulfill His every whim and fantasy is a bonus and a pleasure. To be wanted and needed, to know He is the one in control and does so with sure confidence!

Gone are the real Men??

From a darkened sleep He wakes me, my first thoughts.. Oh no what could have I had done to warrant this.. Though the awakening seems pleasant this to worries me. At first tis just a sweet kiss to my cheek and a caressing hand upon my breast, a humming sound escapes my lips. Do I dare open my eyes for this May just be just a dream. 

I would never betray him, for He is my m'Lord and heart. I have no wants and needs to stray, for He feeds my soul with all I could ever ask. To be betray Him would be to betray myself. Do not ask me if I'm looking for clearly I am not.. Do not ask if I am happy for it is plain to see... Do not say He is lucky, for luck is nothing when fate has steped in... I am not owned, I am engulfed and consumed.. There is nothing I would not do for Him.

As I slip behind you while you sit at your desk, I lean down tracing my lips softly behind your ear then quietly, I whisper "my love I want you" I run my hands ever so slowly down your chest freeing every button as I go, till my fingers touch only flesh, burning a trail as I slowly tease them lower still. I step in front of you standing proud and nude, lowering my self till I am kneeling in front of you. Reaching out I free your ever ready cock, oh how I wet I am at the thought of even just taking it in my mouth..

eyes locked, I lean in and trace my tongue around the tip and ease it in my mouth, taking my time as I slowly take it all in. I am not hurried or sloppy, just loving and teasing as I suck and lick. Making love to your hard cock with my mouth. All the while my eyes are locked to yours.. When I know you can't hold back anymore I slowly raise, straddling your lap I settle my wet pussy over you.. Gentle and lovely I slid down on your cock feeling you fill me inch by hot inch.. Smelling our musky sex fill the air, as beads of sweat glisten across our skin. Raising up and down on your cock building tempo till I can't take it any more.. I look into your eyes and cry "baby Im going to cum.." I feel you spasm as you find your release too.. Breathing hard and dizzy I collapse into your arms.. Dampened flesh on flesh.. I wrap myself around you and whisper "I love you"

I am but a Butterfly, that take gently to the wind. my wings of colour do take flight, please feel free to watch and wonder....

I be a Fae creature born with fairy blood... I hide behind the willow tree in the enchanted woods, tis I who hides, yes and seeks... but to be caught would then true magic see

I shall raise above myself today, and so above the world. I shall not taste the bitter earth, I will not let it taint my heart nor stain my sweet blessed soul. Looking down from heavens cloud I can see the world go by, I'll sit and wait till I know He is mine.... To fill in my many hours, I'll catch my own moon and stars because I know I can, I will sit and wait till the very end... when I Finally do descend, and land into his hand, I know I shall be safe at last because it is He who can.

Your coldness stills my beating heart! I am pushed away to stand in shame.. Yet I know my worth and what I am, I know and can.. Who am I without one to sever but a child of lost hopes and breathless pouts. Shall I raise or bow my head.. Take heed if not you, then who instead?..

The words trust me... What do they really mean? Does one not need to trust in ones self first? or is trusting in another the true first step in trusting ones self..?? I really have no answers to those questions, but life is all about learning and I am learning to trust.

He says, say my name, how can he not hear me screaming it my mind. How did he not know I could never truly belong to another when I was and am only his. How is it that time and space have stood still while the rest of life rushed by. How? I wonder if he understands how my life just changed by his single reach through to many dusty clouds. How can I put my soul back to sleep when he has now woken me so from a world so deep, How can I pretend I am here, when I am now with him.... How? Oh I am scared to feel again but more so not to try.. I will hold back nothing and take this jump, but only because I trust in him to not let me fall, and hurt. Trust in him because only He knows my mind and heart. 

i give to you ......... my heart, my soul, my body, my mind... i give to you it all.. i give to you my service and servitude. i surrender total control.

on my chair, recounting the days events, feeling the heated blush on my cheeks as I begin to write about how it all started. I take a second

and close my eyes, and go back, back to early yesterday...

It sit anxiously at my desk, paying close attention to the time. I note that there is less than 10 more minutes until my next visualization schedule

starts. I slowly fix up my desk, to leave for the lunch break. A few co workers come over to my desk and ask if I am joining them for lunch, I tell them to

save me a seat, as I just have to finish of my last report and make a stop to the ladies room. It is now 3 minutes to 12. I get up from my desk, tuck in my chair, open

the drawer that contains the envelope. My hand is shaky as I pick up the envelop and make my way to the ladies room. I walk down the hall, come to the

door with the sign that indicates Women's Washroom. I push open the heavy door, and walk into the washroom. The walls are covered in a white tile, to my right,

I face a large vanity with lights hanging over the mirror. There are four wash basins sitting on the vanity, with dainty soaps sitting between them. I turn to my left

and face 4 regular stalls and a handicap stall. I push the second last stall door open, timidly step into, and close the green door behind me, I turn to lock the door.

I double check to ensure that the metal bar is completely pushed over, ensuring that I would afford myself the best privacy. I turn to face the toilet, I take the envelope and

place it on the back of the white toilet. I take another look at my watch and see that it is in fact noon. The hour of visualization starts. And so, I?pull up my skirt,

and push aside my pink lace panties. I bring my right hand down to my clit. I can feel the warmth emitting onto my

hand. With my two fingers I slowly start to rub in a circular motion, I close my eyes, tilt my head back and let it rest on the stall door. I go back to the night

my Master had me blindfolded, with His large cock in my mouth, violating my mouth right down into the back of my throat. I remember how much I gagged, how my eyes

watered, how my Master's pubic hair was brushed against my face. I rub harder and faster against my clit, which is now throbbing, I put my thumb on my clit and rub as I plunge

my middle finger into my now wet pussy. I can feel my lips pulsating with each thrust from my finger, the sound of my hands hitting against my wet vagina echoes in the

empty restroom. Moans slowly begin to escape my lips, I bite my lower lip and am close to my first orgasm I hear someone come into the washroom, I stop only for a second.

I know if my Master were there, He would instruct me to continue. I shuffle my feet a bit, to be closer to the toilet, I can feel my?skirt start to slide down lower, as I open my legs even

more. My finger never leaving my pussy, I go back to masturbating With eyes closed, lips tightly pressed, imaging Master's cock in my slutty little mouth, I wiggle my fingers in and out

of my pussy and make myself cum. My hand is dripping with my juices. I grab some toilet paper, whip off my hand, run it over my pussy and clit. The paper is now covered in my

wet pussy juices. I pick up the envelop and put in it my pocket. I sit down to pee, I exhale, wipe myself clean once more. I get up, pull up my panties, fix my skirt. I open the stall door and walk towards the vanity, where a co worker stands, reapplying her lipstick. I smile politely, turn on the water and wash my hands. I take

some soap, and as I lather my hands, I wonder if the woman can see the glow on my face, the hint of red in my cheeks that give away what I was just doing in the stall. I take

some paper towel, dry off my hands, and leave the bathroom...

It is a little after 2pm. I know that I am late in starting my next visualization schedule, but I had to deal with an irate client. So this little break I am taking to complete

my task comes to be a real treat. I quickly make my way to the bathroom, making polite gestures to my coworkers as they pass me. With the envelop in hand

I walk back into the same restroom, and make my way to the same stall. I close the door and lock it behind me, and proceed to place the envelop down on the back of the

toilet seat. I hike up my skirt?, and pull my panties down to my knees. It is noticeable on my panties that earlier I had cum, since my panties were showing

wet stains right at the crotch. I close my eyes and picture my Masters cock back in my mouth. I can hear the sound of my spit lapping in my mouth and my gagging and chocking muffling

through my Masters cock. I bring my hand down to my pussy and vigorously begin to thrust it in and out. I remember my Master tell me not to drop His hard cock, and I in doing so, I feel

my pussy twitch more and more. I bite my lower lip as I begin to moan and whine at the pleasure my Master is allowing me to have while at work. I look fiercely at the envelope,

knowing what it stands for, knowing what it will entitle me. I think more of my Master's cock, and of the second penny I am earning today. Not having realized it, I had put in another

finger into my pussy, and now stand there fucking myself with three finger. I plunge deeper and harder and faster, and bring myself to a bursting orgasm It leaks right down to my knees

and rests on my panties. My hands are covered in myself once more. I grab the toilet paper, clean off my hand, clean off the dripping pussy, and the little puddle that has managed to

drip down to my panties. I pull my panties and down my skirt. I grab the envelop, place it back in my pocket. Exit the stall, walk over to the vanity, wash my hands, dry them off with

paper towel and leave the bathroom.

It is now 5 past 4pm. I had to return to my desk to get the envelop, since I in my hurry to complete my task at work, I had forgotten the envelop at my desk. With my envelop in hand, I

make my way back to the bathroom. But am stopped by a co worker, they make idle chit chat and probe about the envelope. I insist it is just something I was planning on writing a quick

note on, since I was unable to find my post its. I excuse myself abruptly and make my way to the bathroom. My stall is preoccupied. I hurry into the middle stall, close the door and lock it.

In the new stall, I feel as though I am in foreign land, I ensure it is locked. I look at the green door, exhale, turn to face the toilet, lay down my envelop and proceed to pull down my panties.

I hear the woman in the next stall flush, I have my panties at my knees. I hear her leave the stall and walk to the sink, I begin to rub my clit, the water turns on, as I imagine my Master's

hard cock waiting for me. The water turns off, there is silence in the bathroom, if anyone cared to listen, they would hear my heavy panting, hear the sound of my fingers slapping

in and out of my wet pussy. I thrust hard and fast, I am almost going to scream. The door closes outside and I cum hard. At this point, I need to remove my panties, since they are

housing the scent of my juices and are wet from the previous two orgasms I had had. I use it to whip myself clean. I grab the envelope, open the stall door, wake over to the sink and wash my hands.

I put my wet panties into my other pocket. As I walk out the door, my coworker stops me to ask me if I am okay, since I look feverish, I answer that I am politely and walk back to my desk.

I put my panties in my purse, as well as the envelope. I quietly recite my mantra, adding the 3 more orgasms I was given by my Master today.