redmist

Well well...

Curiosity got the better of me, and i find myself re-activating my account here to see if the place i first started my journey in 2008 is still alive and kicking.

I'm disappointed to find very little has changed...

So nearly 5 years on and i'm a lot more experianced, how i ever survived those first few months is beyond me i was so blasay and unawares back then, however i was lucky to make some good contacts who taught me how to stay safe. For that i will be forever grateful.

These days, i am experianced and very self aware. I have learned lessons, discivered delights and had a great time doing so.

I know what i like, what i can cope with, what my limits are and how far to dance the line between Dominant and Submissive.

What i'm not is a slave, i am not a sex toy for a quick thrill and i will push you further than you will me. I am strong willed and have high expectations.

I will require proof of who you are and in some cases references.

Lets make this very simple:

I will not pack my bags and become your live in slave

I will not come stay with you for two weeks and be your maid

I will not meet randomly

I will not fulfill your fantasies behind your wifes back

I will not pay you for your services

I will happy block any ill mannered persons.

Please remember first and foremost i am a person, your cock does not interest me. If you want to capture my attention i suggest you use your brain. Intellect arouses me more than anything else.

Good luck!

Freshen up

I hate family gatherings at the best of times but my best friend was getting married and I was her bridesmaid. Luckily she wasn't one for frills so my dress was simple, knee length black with a cream sash around the waist.

We were in some respects like sisters, i was part of her family, i knew everyone there, but i also knew how two faced they were and well i was singe and divorced and a prime target for their gossip.

I could hear the comments now "Do you think you will remarry?" and the ideal reply in my mind was "not unless i am dragged by the hair, kicking screaming and slapped til i agree" but then that thought just excited me but not as much as seeing the horror etched on their faces would.

But then when you called me a few weeks prior and i moaned about the day of terror ahead, you kindly suggested joining me just to make the day easier for me you said. You had such a caring side to you at times, and so i jumped at the chance my invite was for plus guest after all.

As the cars dropped us at the church there you were in your suit, i melted. Thoughts of screwing you in the church went through my mind.

Even now as i prepared to walk behind my friend, my lust for you was at an all time high and the fact you looked utterly amazing, a devil with the face of an angel really didn't help.

You came over kissed my cheek and whispered that i looked fantastic, and that you couldn't wait to get me in the hotel room that night. That was it, my knickers were soaked.

The wedding was amazing, the bride radiant, the groom well he was always going to be a dick but still these things couldn't be helped.

As we arrived at the hotel, i could feel your eyes upon me they were burning like fire. You joined me as soon as i had fixed the brides dress and she was being passed from pillar to post like a toy everyone had to touch.

You slipped your arm around my waist, and we walked through the crowd, several introduced themselves and you made small talk, ever the gentleman.

I giggled when you told an elderly relative who commented on how close you were holding me to you that you didn't want anyone to pinch me and do terrible things to me, for her part she blushed and looked a little confused. I should have known then you had a devious plan.

The meal went smoothly, when we sat chatting between courses your hand was on my thigh, your fingers, running gently over the top of my skirt. Then came the speeches, and your hand slipped under my skirt, everyone's eyes were on the best man as you slid by skirt up and pushed my legs apart, sliding your hand over my knickers caressing slowly, teasing me, searching for my clit beneath the lace and finding it oh so easily, you rubbed and rubbed.

I could feel the heat burning in my cheeks as I became more and more aroused, I glanced at you, and your eyes caught mine and you winked, there was no way you were going to stop, in fact you were rubbing harder and faster. I whispered to your ear as silently as I could, begging you to stop, you knew I was close, and in return you smiled and increased the intensity.

The orgasm was intense, I closed my eyes hoping no one would see as I shuddered when a loud roar and round of applause lit the room at the punch line of the best mans speech and I exhaled. Clapping the best man I regained my composure, you leaned in close, and whispered that I had a lucky escape but you had more in store for me.

When the speeches had done, I excused myself from the party with the excuse I needed to go freshen up before the evenings events.

Taking my hand you lead me to the room you had reserved in the hotel. The lift doors had only just closed when you pinned me by the throat and told me there was nothing fresh in what was about to happen.

On entering the room, you started to kiss my shoulders, you look amazing you said as you started t unzip the dress, it dropped to the floor with ease, revealing as you had earlier suspected, black underwear and suspenders with flesh toned suspenders.

Within seconds I was again in your clutches pushed down onto the bed face down, your hand twisted in my hair the other loosening your tie, leaning in close to me I could see a dark look was in your eyes.

“You had your pleasure, now it's time for mine” kissing me harshly, you tore the knickers I was wearing from me, they may as well have been paper for how easy they came away from me. Kicking my legs apart you thrust your fingers into me, to my shame 3 slid in with ease.

“You are a wet little thing aren't you” but then you knew I would be still, pushing harder and harder you inserted a forth finger and then your thumb, within minutes your whole fist was inside me, pumping hard.

Letting go of my hair you slid you hand over my mouth, I had been moaning and I was getting louder as you increased your intensity, I thought stupidly you were just trying to quieten me but I was wrong, you slid your hand over my mouth and nose, blocking the airways.

I wanted to fight, to push you away but my mind was conflicting, I wanted the pleasure of your fisting but I knew if I tried to fight back that would stop.

I knew your temper and today was not a day to push you, returning to the wedding with a cut lip and swollen nose was not a good idea,.

“Not fighting today, that is a first” you hissed, “c'mon you know you want to, you know its only time before the dizziness kicks in and the light headedness takes over as the oxygen runs out”

I stayed still, and true to your words the room span and I blacked out.

When I came around I felt you inside of me, I was a little disorientated at first but there was no mistaking what you were doing, you were now fucking me hard, my pussy was clearly filled with something as you raped my ass.

“Welcome back” you laughed as you carried on. I could only have been out for minute but you were fast, you had to have had this planned.

My arms were secure behind my back. You knew I would fight at this point, you knew my anger would come with the adrenaline.

Not that I could over power you, though you knew if you had me rendered helpless I would be fuming and you could torment me all the more. But helpless I was, as you carried on taking your pleasure.

You carried on tormenting me, fucking me both anally and vaginally taking me close and stopping each time. I hating you about now, I spat abuse at you, it was all I could do, but the angrier the abuse the more your delight.

Eventually you cam hard in my cunt, pulling me to my feet you dragged me to the bathroom, pushing me into the bath.

I knew what was coming, and you knew I hated you all the more for it as you pissed all over me and I cried.

You turned the shower on at that point,at first the water was icey cold soaking me through, as teh water warmed you joined me in the shower. Untying my binds and lathering my body in soft soap suds, while I sobbed uncontrollably.

The anger leaving me as you became tender, pulling me close, holding me to you whispering how proud of me you were.

You were washing my hair as I came slowly back to reality, my breathing and sobbing easing.as the water run the soap away you kissed me gently and reminded me we had an evening reception to attend, now that I had freshened up.

I really do enjoy this site, it gives me no end of entertainment. That said entertainment really is not the reason am using the site.

WHY AM I HERE?

Thats pretty simple, i am looking to converse and engage with like minded individuals who like real time bdsm activities. I am not here to waste my time with online married game players. I am a switch, i mix in the local BDSM scene, i do not meet people for random sex and one night stands, i happen to have a lot of self respect and i am not cheap nasty whore.

Game players, please dont waste your time. I pick you out so fast your feet do not have time to touch the floor.

Married men - please dont bother me, why would i be interested in anyone who is unfaithful to their partner, i have strong morals and so i would sooner tll your wife what a sleeze you are than spend any time on you.

Still reading, whilst i do switch, i love cute boys to submit to me, i love to get into your head and under your skin, i love to torment, tease and deny and occasionally hurt.

However this said i do not feminise you and have no desire to. Whilst i am happy that it is an area many enjoy i do prefer to keep a boy male at all times, having you in womes underwear does nothing for me.

When i sub, i need a strong confident man, someone who need not be arrogant but who can set a fire in me and have me bend to his will. If you think shouting at me will get you anywhere please walk on by.

I have a passion for rope, if you see my pictures you will see i am spoilt by a very good friend who is an excellent rigger.

Happy to chat but genuine folks only please.

If i do not respond to your message, please accept my apologies, it will man i have read your profile and feel we would not be a match on any level.

Call me greedy, call me confused but actually i would say its more i am complex.

I will happily admit i want everything, i enjoy so very much but getting what i want deep down is proving difficult. I have some great play mates, each of them has their own uniqueness to me and i adore them in their own way but no one completes me.

Accepting that actually i am a switch has taken some doing, i do find it hard to fully submit to anyone. I have a fiery nature and letting go completely and trusting and desiring to serve another is difficult for me. I love to please, i love to play and i will be devoted to the person i am with at the time but then i come away and feel nothing. The scene has ended and i am back to being me. Submissive me - the side that needs to be cared for, adored, fed constant attention, a side which will let the odd person close to me, a side where i can be emotional and let go. A side that loves sensation and touch from the right person at the right time. Once i am secure with that person and you scratch deeper i have a dark side, a side which craves pain, fear, sexual violence to be broken and then repaired again. I like to fight, to be physically put into my place, i like the anger and aggresion that this kind of play brings out in me as i fight you off of me to flow freely. To get inside my head and have me on edge, never knowing just how far you will push me, if the day will end with me as a quivering wreck, wrapped in your arms as you tell me it's all ok.

As a top and yes i say top i dont see myself as domme in anyway, i am completely different. I like to play in peoples heads, i like to push their thoughts, play with their fantasies, take their fears and torment them. I love to tease and deny. To have a sub in chastity, have him ask for permission for sexual release, to humiliate and degrade.

To be served and have things made easy for me. To feel the power over another as they ask for permission to please me. To guide them safely and wisely as they grow and discover, to be there for them. this is still a side i too am discovering but i am enjoying every minute of it.

What is it i want. A Dom, someone who is strong mentally and physically who is quietly assertive and who can have me do whatever he wants though both force and choice. He has to be sure of himself or at the very least not allow me to see any self doubt. A sub, a toy to dress and play with.

Maybe i want to much...

Recently i was asked am i submissive by nature my reply took some thought but here it is -

I am not submissive by nature, i aim to please the one who i am with, and though mostly polite i can at times be very defensive and on rare occassions, given enough cause, aggressive. I am free spirited and opinionated but i have learnt to curve the way i express myself and no do so with respect.

My submission is brought forward by the right person, it is emotional, physical, mental and sexual. Though many have and will see me play this is exactly what it is, Play.

There is a vast difference between playing with a top/dom(me) and submitting to someone.

I am complex beyond words, i do not fit into a tick chart, i am not stereotypical, i am merely the person behind the mask.

The purity of snow

The snow was falling, it had been for days, and the outside was covered in a glistening white blanket.
I sat watching from the window, in my own little world as the flakes landed softly. It had been a lazy day, I was contemplating the night ahead, I had soaked myself to warm through and now sat a million miles from reality in an old t-shirt he had once given me and a pair of flimsy shorts.

“I said are you listening” his voice made me jump, I hadn’t heard him come in, let alone what he had been saying.

And then my head was pulled back I was dragged from the window by my hair, his hand swiping my face, “now do I have your attention?”
The blood tricked from my mouth as I looked into his eyes. I knew this look, I knew I had enraged him but anger engulfed me, I spat at him and sneered “well it seems that way” knowing then I had done the wrong thing I couldn’t help myself and went on to anger him further snarling at him “but is that the best you can do, drag me away so I give you my attention”.

I saw his hand, coming at me but still I stared my eyes fixed on his, the pain ripped through my cheek, it glowed in colour instantly but I kept my eyes on him, I saw the evil in his, evil but still masked with devotion, he knew me as well as I knew him and he wasn’t about to let my defiance go unpunished. There was silence while we stared at one another neither looking away from the other, until he let go and turned his back and started to walk away.

“Was the snow pretty my angel,” his voice calm, like nothing had occurred, I stood frozen to the spot unsure of if I should reply.
“I’m sorry I murmured, I didn’t hear you, I don’t know what came over me” he carried on walking out of the room and down the stairs, I heard the kitchen door.

Unsure of what had just occurred I followed his lead, through the kitchen door and into the middle of the room, but I couldn’t see him.

Bang! The door slammed behind me, without even moving I knew I had played into his hands I knew he was behind me.

The cold metal at my throat of a Sharpe blade confirmed this, teasingly he pulled it gently across my throat, then turning the blade point downwards he cut open the t-shirt I wore, tormenting my skin with the point of the blade leaving a line where it had scratched me.
Carrying on passed the t-shirt the blade went down to the shorts and made easy work of them.
Stood naked, I knew then I had made a mistake and now I would pay the Price.

My hair was wrapped tightly in his fist, his blade still scratching at my skin, teasing me, his breathing becoming harder, faster.

“You never answered my question, is the snow pretty my angel?” he whispered in my eat.

I closed my eyes and a tear rolled down my face.

Dragging me to the door, he opened it, I struggled with all my being, “please no, please stop, don’t do this. I spotted his bag, my eyes drawn naturally to it and he laughed, “Oh my angel wants her toys; your wish is my command. Grabbing the bag with the knife still in his hand and my hair in his other he pulled me out into the garden my pleas falling on deaf ears.

Dropping the bag he told me not to move, but my instincts got the better of me and I ran, he just laughed, “run angel run, your footprints give you away and there is no where to go I can wait”

He was right, though I was hidden from his sight I had never thought of the prints I would leave behind nor the freezing temperatures and it was so very cold.

I walked slowly back to him, knowing I had sealed my fate.

“Give me your hand” his voice was calm and steady and I gave him it, turning me around he secured my wrists behind my back.

He walked around me, tilting my face so my eyes met his gaze, his hand came then, swift and hard, 3 maybe 4 times, the blood which had stopped exploded again, pouring from my mouth, the crimson droplets hitting the snow. He hit me again and I dropped to my knees but he joined me pushing my legs apart, rubbing at my clit, my mind now in turmoil, what was he doing? Was he really pleasuring me?

He rubbed harder, as I became aroused I closed my eyes forgetting the bleeding lips and leaning back on to him.

 Whilst lost in my pleasure he attached clamps to my erect nipples pulling the chain and placing it between my teeth. “Don’t let it drop and remain on your knees” his voice harsh again.
 He took the leather twase from his bag and started to beat me with it, blow after blow, my body jerked and with every jerk the clamps pulled at my nipples. I tried to cry out but then I dropped the chain he had placed in my mouth, this angered him more and he kicked me down into the snow. Pushing my face into the snow, I struggled put it was no use.

There was no escape.

 Holding me down with his body weight he fucked my pussy with his hand, there was no kindness to it he wanted to hurt me, he was enjoying it. He took his arm and wrapped it tightly around my throat as he gained his balance and began to fuck me, harder and harder, choking me as he went. Pumping himself into me hard and harsh, he cam hard and I finally breathed. But he had not done. He delved into his bag taking out a candle and matches, he lit the candle and let the wax melt pouring it onto my shivering body whilst intermittently cutting my flesh with his knife.

Lay helpless facedown in the snow exhausted and whimpering, begging him to stop, my pleas went unnoticed as he leaned in close and kissed my neck and I once again felt his hardness against me. Grabbing a handful of snow, he pushed it into my anus the penetrating me himself, teasing the end of himself in and out knowing how much it hurt before thrusting deep into my ass, all the time whispering “but angel you liked the snow”

  Have you met someone who's fiercely independent, or just loves everything that's out of the ordinary, and yearn for their devotion?

The key to sharing a wild soul is to make him or her feel like they can be freer with you than with anybody else.

Free spirits don't like the idea of being judged. Once you start judging them, they feel it's a personal attack and will back off and may even vanish so be careful with your words and actions. But once you meet him/her on the same level (learn to accept them) they can become the most extraordinary individual you ever met.

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