I have no idea where to start.
I have no idea why I am here.
Someone asked me to come and sit with them.
A friend.
I look around at everyone in the room.
I wonder what brought them all here.
For me it was a need.
For me it was a desire to learn.
Little did I know I would never want to leave again.
Little did I know this was the world I had been searching for.
Little did I know the friends I would meet would last in my mind.
The need to have my world turned upside down.
To be lost in the throws of a Dominants underworld.
To have my deepest darkest secrets forced to be revealed.
To give up those secrets to my one and only.
To think that possibly this would be the moment I am looking for.
Only to be forced to go much higher.
How did it all come together?
It moved so quickly.
My world changed so fast.
His hand came swiftly down upon my posterior.
Constantly talking about training.
How he could send me to new heights.
I believed.
He never let me down.
His job was only to make me succumb to his wishes.
To lay down my belongings to him.
To submit.
To be a slave.
To be enslaved by a Master that great there are no words for.
Tying me up.
Twisted my nipples.
Clamping the hard buds tight.
My moans of desire reaching his ears, as he plays onward.
Spreading my thighs.
Tightening the restraints.
Kneeling before him.
Succumbing to his every need.
Answering his every desire.
Serving him.
Talking to him.
Listening to him.
Taking whatever he would give me for just a moment of his time.
Never asking for more than I could give.
But always striving to make me more.
That is what my Master is.
My desire.
My love.
My need.
My world.
Moving inside me.
Bringing us closer.
Pulling me down you kiss my lips.
The lights are brighter.
Senses heightened.
Breathing faster.
WE are closer than we have ever been before.
Take my hand now.
Bring me to that far off land.
Where horses run free.
The sun never sets.
Flowers blossom.
Where there are no worries.
There are no cares.
Just you and me.
Running wild and free.
Pumping.
In and out.
Twisting.
My finger in her cunt.
Hearing.
Her beg for more.
Tight.
Little pussy around my fingers.
Command.
Her to cum.
Screams.
Out my name as she submits to me.
Up.
On my knees.
Thrusting.
Into her with one long driving force of my cock
Sweet.
Bliss as her walls tighten around me.
Whimpers.
Escape from her sweet lips.
Need.
Drips from every ounce of her.
Feel.
Her release building.
Smells.
The sweet scent of sex.
Driving.
Me onward as I pound in her tight little hole.
Begging.
For her release.
Teasing.
Her with no, not yet, my love.
Whines.
Her needs much too strong.
Pleasure.
That I can make her wait.
Closer.
To the edge I reach.
Now.
I whisper against her ear.
Blessed.
Sweet light before my eyes.
Walls.
Contracting around my cock.
Spilling.
My seed into her awaiting womb.
Holding.
Her tight to my pounding heart..
Cries.
Against my chest.
Trembles.
With answered pleasures.
Strokes.
Her hair, so soft and thick, back from her face.
Pleasure.
That this is my sweet slave.
Can you see me.
Am I even here.
You profess your love to me time and time again.
Where are you when I need you most?
I wait for you day after day.
I will be there you say.
Your voice a silent whisper.
I am here.
Where?
I can not see you.
Feel me you say.
I close my eyes drifting once again.
Your precious sweet dominance cascading over me like water.
Warm fingers seeking to find my most inner thoughts.
Gentle reassuring your touch astounds my senses.
You are not even here yet I feel you.
The bright light which is you pulls me from my sadness.
I look upon you and all your beauty.
Your strength fills my soul.
I am yours and no one, not even I can take that away.
Once again I find the place I have for you.
Special and hidden as your slave.
I open my eyes.
No you are not here.
No I can not see you.
But yes you fill the ever growing part of my soul which is you.
May I…
Look upon your greatness?
See you in all your glory?
Kneel at your feet?
Serve you?
Bring you pleasure?
Tell everyone I am yours?
May I be your slave?
And in return will you….
Show me what I have been missing?
Calm all my fears?
Tell me all I need to know?
Teach me about my world?
Never let me down?
Always be there?
Bring me to my highest point?
Let me down gently?
Reprimand me when I misbehave?
Praise me when I am good?
Always be there for me?
Will you be my Master?
You ask for all of me.
Yet I can only give a little.
You come close.
I draw back.
You touch me.
I cringe.
I need you.
But I do not know how to proceed.
You command me.
I become angry.
You understand.
You are patient.
You are kind.
You stand waiting for me to take my place.
But time and time again I push you away.
How much longer can I go on?
But here I sit tonight.
Alone.
Wondering what you are doing.
Have you thought of me?
Is this the night you give up on me?
Take me.
Make me yours.
Those words so ready to spill from my lips.
Yet I sit here washing away my tears with words.
Pouring out my desires on paper.
Will I ever be able to make that trip again?
Will I ever be able to see my dreams come to life?
You wrapped your arms around me.
Held me so close I could not breathe.
I could not think.
Pleasing you my only thought.
I broke my word tonight.
I let you in my heart.
I showed you places I promised you would never see again.
What is this hold you have on me?
You never asked me to do your bidding.
Only start again as your friend.
I closed my eyes for just a moment to feel your closeness.
My mistake.
You landed on me like a hawk on its prey.
Devouring what little restraint I had.
Yet so tenderly and so gently you tore at my soul.
You found the special place I have for you.
Made it apart of my world again.
Drowning me in your presence.
Overcoming me with your love.
I am nothing without you.
My life is made whole again because of you.
Only one question still remains.
Will it be your hand I take to lead me through my journey?
Can you see me.
Am I even here.
You profess your love to me time and time again.
Where are you when I need you most?
I wait for you day after day.
I will be there you say.
Your voice a silent whisper.
I am here.
Where?
I can not see you.
Feel me you say.
I close my eyes drifting once again.
Your precious sweet dominance cascading over me like water.
Warm fingers seeking to find my most inner thoughts.
Gentle reassuring your touch astounds my senses.
You are not even here yet I feel you.
The bright light which is you pulls me from my sadness.
I look upon you and all your beauty.
Your strength fills my soul.
I am yours and no one, not even I can take that away.
Once again I find the place I have for you.
Special and hidden as your slave.
I open my eyes.
No you are not here.
No I can not see you.
But yes you fill the ever growing part of my soul which is you.
You’ve undone these shackles.
You rubbed the redness away.
Kissed away my tears.
Led me away to your castle.
Placed me on a feather soft bed.
Stroked my cheek.
Told me how much you loved me.
Then laid down beside me.
Wrapped your arms around me.
Pulled me to your chest.
Stroked back my soft hair.
And there in your warm embrace.
My ear against your heart.
I slept like a princess in your arms.
You have finally set me free.
Did you hear my whisper?
I tried to hide it.
Wanted to pretend it didn’t happen.
I couldn’t hide what I needed to say.
What I felt in my heart.
To tell you what my body, mind and soul crave.
We weren’t supposed to get this close again.
Friendship was all it was to be.
Starting over not an option.
Just please tell me if you did hear it,
Did you mind?
Can I call you Master?
Whips and chains and pain.
Feelings to hard to be described.
It’s all in the name of the game.
Different worlds we all collide.
Gentle and nourishing.
Harsh and degrading.
It’s about our needs.
It’s about satisfying what we crave.
Giving into the world of BDSM.
We all have different lives.
Yet we all meet when the sun goes down.
Wearing our best.
In dark rooms we share our desires.
Whisper words in a language only we can understand.
Share our feelings in a way only known to us.
We are all friends for life because we share a common ground.
Welcome to the world of D/s.
Like a mother with her baby sill in the womb you carried me for months.
Whispering to me in the dead of night all the wonderful things you will show me and teach me.
Months of listening and soaking in everything brought us to this point.
And when that fateful night began who knew the bliss would follow.
Slowly and with practiced ease you delivered me into this world.
You gave birth to me.
With a kiss and a swat on the ass.
I was given a name and pronounced yours.
You promised to show me the world.
Be there when I needed you.
Sheild me.
Help me grow.
You fed me with your love.
Taught me I must crawl before I can walk.
Guided me from a baby to childhood.
Teaching me with your words.
Tasks used as a part of my training.
Ever understanding the needs of his student.
And when I had learned what I was taught.
You would bring me out to show me off.
Behind you I stand frightened.
You take my hand and pull me out into the open.
And show me where and how to play.
Greedily I soak up everything you show me.
Putting to use all I have learned.
Sometimes in such a hurry have to make me stop, make me breathe.
Slow me down so that I could enjoy.
But always with soothing words and comforting hugs.
Through the time we have spent together I have grown into a submissive woman.
I still have much to learn.
My lessons will never end.
But….
Only in your light I am able to shine.
I have learned my place.
I have applied my lessons.
I am apart of you.
I am an example of you when you are not here.
I know who I am.
I know who I belong to.
I am here to make you proud.
My teacher.
My soul mate.
My lover.
My Master.
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Remember these are rough copies. However, enjoy them for the story that's coming out, not so much the errors. Saving Rebecca: Chapter Two A shiver of anticipation raced through Rebecca’s body as she kneeled naked and waiting for her Mistress’ command, “Next time I ask you a question you might think of not giving me a smart assed answer.” Rebecca’s head was down, but she knew Mistress had a smile on her face. Although, her own face did not dare change she was happy to take the cat if it made her smile, “Yes, Mistress.” Marla’s voice lowered, she paced a circle around Rebecca with long fluid steps. She could smell the sweet scent of her Mistress’ boots and longed to press her nose to the soft material. For this, she did not have to wait long, Marla stopped right in front of Rebecca. Slowly she raised her eyes, taking in the breathtaking site of her Mistress’ perfectly golden tanned thigh peeking from the floor length black chiffon skirt that she wore. “Rub your nose in it, Rebecca. Smell that leather.” It was heaven. She pressed her nose hard against the leather, wrapped her hands around her Mistress’ flexed leather covered calf. She inhaled deeply, one, two, three times before the harsh tales of the cat tickled across her naked back. It didn’t matter, she sunk deeper into her head space, relishing any contact her Mistress would have with her. This morning the tickles weren’t enough, she squirmed, her tongue snaked out and tasted the black leather, her sex dripped wantonly as she arched her back to beg for the bite of her most hated torture device. After last night she needed this. Needed to sink as deeply into subspace as her mind would allow. The tendrils of the cat danced across her flesh, goosebumps pricked her and then the first of many taps landed on her back. Greedily, Rebecca rubbed her cheek along the leather, her clit jumped, her thighs spread, all she wanted to do was bow before her Mistress and take the blows. But, that would be hard on Mistress’ back, making her bend to reach her submissive, “You seem more ready than usual, love.” Mistress’ voice broke through her fading thoughts. All Rebecca could do was nod and whisper, “Please.” “I love it when you are like this. All needy and begging. Watching your tongue on my boots as you worship them excites me so much, love.” Tears of pleasure pricked Rebecca’s eyes, but she knew there would be time for tears later. She worked her tongue up the boot to where it ended just below her knee, but when her tongue touched the soft flesh above, a hard smack from the knots stung her cool flesh brought her back down again. “Stand up.” Mistress snapped. Rebecca’s hair was now firmly in her grasp as she was pulled to standing. Reverently, Rebecca lowered her head as Mistress turned her towards the St. Andrews Cross. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine, the scent of the leather covered cross laid claim to her senses. She planted one foot and then the other on the foot holds. Marla ran her hands over Rebecca’s back and she relaxed the front of her body against the cross. Her hands were warm, soft, gentle and pure pleasure as they danced slowly and quickly across Rebecca’s heated flesh. She raised her own arms and Mistress soon followed suit to wrap them firmly in the leather straps, “Prepping you has always been my favorite, love.” Marla stroked at Rebecca’s hair the pulled it over her shoulder. “I love to watch as your body relaxes with each moment.” Mistress’ skirt brushed against her bottom and Rebecca’s head fell forward. Thoughts began to fade, cold or hot no longer existed. “I know how much you don’t want to be warmed up this morning, so I’ll keep it short. Your nightmares last night had me concerned.” Rebecca’s chest tightened, her Mistress brushed over her back with her nails this time, the muscles followed the lead of the nails and she sighed. For a moment she scrambled to fight for the conscious level to respond to her Mistress, “Don’t fight it Rebecca.” Marla said quietly, “There is nothing you need to do but stand here and let me heal you.” Rebecca’s breathing slowed, her eyes fluttered closed and she gave herself up to her capable Mistress. Marla watched as the last thread of fight evaporated from Rebecca. This calm relaxed state of hers was Marla’s favorite time. In Rebecca’s subspace Marla could do anything to her, take her farther than she had ever gone before and Rebecca would not so much as squeak out a reply. This morning was different. Everything that Rebecca had gone through that horrible night so many years ago had been brought up in Rebecca’s nightmares and thrashing. Marla had fought to hold onto Rebecca, whispering soothing words. Words of encouragement to bring her back, but it seemed nothing had helped. She knew at that moment Rebecca would be craving anything that would take her mind off of what had happened. Rebecca also knew the affects of subspace. How vulnerable and open it left a person. She herself had felt the same way on so many occasions with her own head space during play. Marla took a deep breath and smiled at her favorite toy. The sheer beauty of an instrument that was so precisely honed that it could bring pain or pleasure depending on strength and pace. She smiled to herself and dragged the long tails up her subjects buttocks, over her back and allowed the tendrils to fall over the shoulders. Communication was over. Rebecca had no need to hear her words. Marla could already feel the energy emanating from her submissive, she moved to the side, pulled her arm back and let the tendrils fly. Satisfied with the way the knots slapped against Rebecca’s back she continued with short strokes that made her heady with power. Soft strokes that she knew teased and tantalized the juices from her lover. Her skin began to show the familiar signs of pinking with little dots of red where her strikes landed more harshly. Sweat beaded her brow, the morning sun shining through the window, illuminating her path. Mid day would be approaching soon and what a way to begin the morning. Her worries and fears for her beautiful submissive faded with each lovely strike to her flesh. The ability to control her own excitement as she fully concentrated on the task at hand. Becoming more wrapped up in the moment she changed sides, increased her fervor. Her breath came raggedly while Rebecca’s remained even and shallow. It was as though Marla was barely caressing her. She loved the sound of the tails as they flew through the air, when they landed it penetrated her soul sinking her deeper into her own space. Finally, there was nothing left, but reddened flesh, purple and black knotted tendrils flying through the air. She lowered the strikes to redden the plump ass in front of her. There she could hit harder and still not bring a peep from her submissive. Rebecca’s back was her favorite so it didn’t take long for her to move back upwards. Marla’s thighs were wet as she rained down pleasurable and painful strikes. Rhythm was everything. Controlling intensity. Marla craved more though. She craved to hear her lover whimper. Craved to watch her shudder, her limbs weaken. The cat was wonderful but it wouldn’t bring out her desired effect. She dropped the whip to the ground and pressed her nails deeply into Rebecca’s back. The flesh was hot, blood pumped to the surface making her nails drive deeply into flesh that was normally supple and firm. “I want to hurt you, Rebecca. The way you need it.” Her long sharp nails grated down Rebecca’s back. This time she did arch, arch into her like a cat in heat. Her head remained forward, she knew too heavy to rise, too quiet to respond. Long red streaks replaced the reddened flesh, her nails ran over Rebecca’s ass. She was losing that small edge of control, getting wrapped up in the moment, she tried to calm her fervor as she squatted down in front of her sub and lightly ran her nails back upward over her back. Rebecca did whimper then. It wasn’t enough. Just what they both needed. Marla leaned forward, dug her nails into Rebecca’s ribs and bit down feircly on her shoulder. She was rewarded for her efforts, Rebecca’s head shot up and a groan emanated the quiet of the room. She grinned a wicked feeling of excitement coursing through her. “That’s it baby girl, just let it go.” She reached back a hand and slapped Rebecca’s ass as hard as she could. Rebecca cried out once and her head fell forward again. Marla reached to the side of the cross and grabbed the mahogany paddle with its evil holes. She reached back and starting off lightly began to pinken her ass. She loved to watch the firm flesh give and then bounce back with each stroke. The strikes rained down harder until she heard Rebecca’s breathing heighten. Her squirms let Marla know that it was becoming increasiningly uncomfortable. She needed her to cry. Rebecca needed to cry. That was what this was for. The harder she hit though the more determined Rebecca seemed not to cry. Marla tossed the paddle down, “Going to be stubborn huh girl?” Rebecca’s knees faultered and Marla grinned as she lifted the still warm handle of her cat. Now that Rebecca’s back had had a chance to cool this would be the perfect punishing tool. Without so much as a word of warning she let the tails fly. Over and over again she marred the beautiful flesh of Rebecca’s back. This time there was no varying of pace, no moving the whip in different locations to prolong the event. Soon Mistress heard the first whimper of pain. She glimpsed more fluid slide down her darling sub’s thighs. And she rained down that much harder on her, her strokes quickened, intensified until she heard the first sob break through and then another, until Rebecca’s shoulders were shaking and her sobs filled the bright room. Marla’s tension broke and she dropped the cat and pressed her body against Rebecca’s. Her head fell back against her shoulder, tears streaming down her face. “That’s it baby girl. Just let it out. I know how hard all of this has been for you over the years.” This only made her cry harder. Marla’s palms cascaded ever so gently down Rebecca’s sides. “Mistress, please, let me please you.” Marla’s pussy jumped at the thought of having her subs head between her thighs, sucking her clit. The girl had an amazing tongue that could be replaced by no other. “Of course dear.” Marla released the straps and Rebecca immediately slid to the ground. She took a few steps back. Rebecca turned and crawled quickly to her Mistress, pushing her skirts aside and nuzzling between her thighs until the sweet scent of her Mistress told her she was home.
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