Testing my Submissive

               I’ve wanted to do this for some time now, but never have I trained a submissive as natural as  Jade. Her pale, pale skin is almost translucent, her almost naturally blonde hair, almost white in its pureness, flows thickly down her back. Her eyes, the color of a calm sea, look up at me, reflecting her love and desire to please. I have been training her for about six months now. No submissive has ever tried to please me as well as she. When I first met her, she had no idea her potential, she only knew that innately, her place was to serve. She knew she received no pleasure herself unless she had provided pleasure to her partner. Because of this, I am careful to tell her how good she is, how beautiful, how much she does, indeed, please me.

               Today, though, is her gift to me. Proof, not that I need it, of her absolute trust in my protection, my guidance and my love. She has dressed to my specifications – heels, a low cut, sexy dress and nothing else. We arrive at the club. I place my hand on her back, gently pushing her through the door. She has thirty seconds to look around and get her bearings, then I place the blindfold over her eyes. She will wear this for the next two hours. I ask if she is ready and nods her head. She will not speak unless I give permission and then, she will only answer a question which requires more than a nod or shake of the head. She grasps my hand tightly and I know she is afraid but also trusts me and my decisions. I take her small face in my hands and kiss her deeply. She responds immediately, wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in. She may be a natural submissive, but not even I could train her to control her blatant sexuality – not that I would want to!

               I lead her into the club and glance around. At least ten other men are seated, drink in hand, watching. I have invited them here for this purpose. I step behind Jade and unzip her dress. She gasps a bit and trembles, but steps out the dress. Her body practically glows in its paleness. Her tits are full, heavy, tipped with pink large nipples. Her waist tapers in, but not too much. I, like most men, prefer women with a bit of meat rather than harsh bones. Her ass is rounded and, even in this low light, has a tinge of pink thanks to the spanking of this morning. I guide her forward and her gait is a bit awkward, partially from the heels, partially from her blindness, and partially from the rather large plug I have placed up her ass. That ass is mine and while I am willing to share her mouth and pussy, I will not share her most private of parts. I know the plug is a little too large and that it causes her discomfort, but that’s exactly what I planned – a constant reminder of my control. She whimpered when I pushed it in her, even cried a little when I told her she would wear it the rest of the day, but offered no complaint. In fact, she thanked me.

               I walk her to the prepared room. She kneels on the soft rug and I unzip my fly. Her mouth is on me almost before I can get my dick all the way free. God her hot mouth is awesome and I almost loose it immediately. Her tongue darts around the tip of my shaft and her lips lock around me in a tight circle. She cups my balls and sucks me down her throat. I grab her hair and force her mouth down on me, fucking her face. She moans, but I know it’s with pleasure. Within a minute I shoot my load down her throat. She laps it up, swallowing all of it, and keeps her lips on me until I pull her away.

               Now it begins. I’ve told her that she will swallow my cum at the beginning of her ordeal and then I will use a different hole at the end. My cum will signify both her beginning and her ending.

               The first of the men is at the door. I motion to him and he steps forward. Jade gropes for my hand and I gather her hair into a ponytail. I won’t let go of her, just as I promised. I will touch her in some way constantly, so she knows I am with her. I tell her to open her mouth and the man steps forward. She accepts him into her mouth and blows him. I love watching her lips around a man’s dick. He is a rather small man, so I know she can easily accept him. When he is about to cum he tells me and I instruct him to pull out. He sprays over her tits and she flinches at the heat and humiliation. Two more men follow and repeat the man’s performance. By now, I know her jaw is aching so I tell the next to put on a condom. I have her lie down on the bed. I hold her ankles up high so he has easy access her to pussy. By this time, I’m hard again, so I have her take my dick in her mouth while this next man, a large black man, fucks her pussy. I love the contrast between his dark, dark skin and her whiteness. The man is huge, but she is dripping wet and he easily slides in. I pull my dick out of her mouth and she moans in displeasure, still, I can tell by her smile that she is loving being fucked by this guy. He tells me he’s about to cum so I have him pull out, take off the condom and spray her belly. Her skin is a sticky mess now and I love it. I have her turn over and get on her knees. The next three guys fuck her doggy style and spray her ass and back.

               By now she is trembling, not just from excitement but also from exhaustion. She’s had enough. I begin to twist her plug and she cringes, knowing what’s coming. Without warning, I yank it out of her and plunge my dick all the way into her anus. She is crying now, but accepts the pain. If she were to say her safe word, I would stop. If I felt that she couldn’t take it, I’d stop even if she didn’t say her word. All the men who just used her stand around us, watching, playing with themselves. A few will orgasm a second time. It’s too much and I loosen my load deep within her. I replace the plug. She begins to pull away but I slap her ass and she remains in position.

               I give her a few minutes to recover, then I have her stand in a corner. The floor is bare concrete with a drain in the corner. I have arranged for two buckets – one of warm water, the other of soapy water – to be placed there. Then, each of the men who enjoyed her grabs a sponge and washes her body. I keep my hand on her neck so she knows I am with her. The men enjoy cleaning her, feeling her as they go, playing with her tits, her ass, her pussy. Once they finish I wave them away and they all leave us alone. I hold her and she buries her face in my neck, kissing me and whimpering.

               “You have made me very proud, Jade.”

               She looks up, smiles and kisses me. I reach down and squeeze her ass checks and she deepens her kiss. I know she is sore, tired, tender, yet she still responds to my touch. I pick up her dress and pull it over her head. I lead her out of the club and then take off her blindfold. She smiles at me, but still does not speak.

               “Tell me,” I say, “how do you feel?”

               She pauses and then says, “Accomplished. I was able to do all you asked of me despite my fears.”

               “And did you also find pleasure?”

               “Yes, my lord and master. I hold your cum inside of me. How could that not please me?”

Gaia

Woman

I am your world.

Without me, the earth crumbles

wiped out with an infusion of testosterone

and fear. 

Dominance only and a struggle of arrogance.

I am softness and possibilities

I am temperance and tolerance.

You may breathe in the sweetness of my atmosphere

And fill your lungs with lemon and patchouli and lavender and musk.

You may taste the quenching waters of my honeyed stream

And fill your cells with joyous refreshment.

You may scale my mound of Venus

And fill your spirit with strength and purpose.

I am the Gaia sent here to rejuvenate,

To nourish the minds and bodies of children,

To comfort and encourage the old,

To stimulate and motivate the static.

I am the giver of pleasure and retribution.

I am the provider of dreams and nightmares.

I am the holder of secrets and fears.

I am the hope of the desperate and needy.

I am Woman.

Dare you to take this and post the results.

BDSM Quix'

You Scored as SwitchUrban Dictionary: Switch- A person who facilitates between dominant and submissive roles within sexual relations. Switch 96% Experimental 93% Submissive 93% Exhibitionist / Voyeur 86% Bondage 82% Masochist 68% Dominant 57% Sadist 54%

TPE - Total Power Exchange

The term TPE is often used in BDSM, but I have found that it is generally misunderstood. Total - complete. Power - control. Exchange - offering something of yours for something in return.

Most people, even those in the lifestyle, simply see this as the submissive giving control of his or her body over tho the dominant. While this is, in fact, true, this does not constitute an exchange, but rather a gift. The other side of the coin which is often overlooked is that the dominant also gives control to the submissive. (For simplicity's sake, I'm going to use the masculine as the dominant and the feminine as the submissive.)

Think of it this way. You are in an office. You are the Boss's right hand man. You present ideas to your boss. She has given you the control, the ability, the duty to come up with ideas and to institute them - but only based upon her

approval. The Boss says Yes or No. If the Boss says NO, then the idea is dropped. If the Boss says YES, run with it. You, the right hand man, now have control of the situation.

This, in essence, is a TPE. In actuality, the Boss is the submissive. She listens to the Dominant's ideas, schemes, plans, desires. He, then, has given her control of agreeing with his ideas or vetoing them. She has given him control of coming up with the ideas. Thus, an exchange of power.

Learning Domestic Discipline - Trust

I have asked for this. I have signed an agreement. We wrote the agreement together so I have no right to complain, therefore, being a practical, I won't. Today, I will begin my training as his Domesticated Wife. I don't work outside of my home since Mr. has a very good salary. We have no children, nor do we want any. Our marriage was becoming stagnant and Mr. was becoming more and more irritated with my crabby attitude, so he suggested this change. I read all the research on Domestic Discipline and I came up with a few adjustments, he came up with a few adjustments, and now here we are. The first day of "boot camp".

We are starting with Attitude Adjustment rather than physical discipline. That will come later in the week. For now, I need to learn that as his wife, my duty is not only to love him (which I have for most of my life!) but also to please him and trust him. His duty is to love me and provide for my safety, security and well-being. To begin this, He has taken away all of my clothing. He's locking it away in one of the three spare bedrooms (yes, we have a beautiful, big house). He has the key so there is no way I can get to anything. He has also installed a lock on his dressing room so I can't even get to his clothes! I am, basically, a modest woman and the idea of being totally nude even in my own home fills me with fear and humiliation. Still, I need to learn to trust his judgement. I am terrified that someone will see me - through a window, an unexpected visitor. I am also humiliated that I am nude and he is totally dressed. I want to hide, but this is all part of my training - a training I agreed to. I just didn't realize it would be so hard.

I begin to make bread, a regular Sunday activity. Mr. stands behind me and touches me. I want to push his hands away, but I don't. He presses my back and my boobs are now covered in flour. He touches me, runs his hands down my back. I'm panting. His fingers trail to my slit and he chuckles, feeling the wetness. He kisses the back of my neck and I moan. He dips his fingers into my honey and worries my clit. I close my eyes and explode into his hand. He laughs, slaps my bottom and whispers, "You've made me happy, Lisa."

For some reason, these words, more than the orgasm I just experienced, warms me and brings me pleasure.

"Keep this up and you'll be earning back your clothing in no time," he assures me. He snags a cookie from the jar and leaves me to finish kneading my bread.

I now understand why he took away my clothes. Perhaps enforced nudity isn't so bad after all.

Library Finds

I love libraries. Dark corners, tall shelves, treasures yet to be discovered. Words which meant everything to someone at some time in some place. A private message from the author of far away to me. Luckily, He is also a library lover. We meet at the local university often. I spend hours and hours there. Researching, reading, wandering the stacks.Still, I must be ready for him. He is a professor and I I am his. He knows where to find me. When he is teaching, I am here. When he finishes lectures, we play hide and seek. He finds me. Then, I show him I am ready for him. If he is pleased, he takes me to a secluded part of the three story library. A place where few, if any travel. I open for him. For his viewing, for his use, for his pleasure. Some days, he takes me. Hard. Fast. No words. He fills me, uses me then leaves. Other days, I simply flash for him. Sometimes, he takes his hand or belt and disciplines me if I am not properly attired or prepared for him. I am to wear a dress - always. stockings or bare legs, heels. I am not to wear panties unless specifically instructed to do so. I am large breasted, so a bra or some kind of support is often required. He prefers satin or silk or a tightly laced corset. He allows me the luxury of spending my days writing, reading, studying, researching. He asks little of me. I am please to give him what he desires. Most days.

Not Sexy - Sexy

Not sexy - a trip to they gyno for the annual spread and scrape.
Sexy - a clean bill of health

Not sexy - cleaning house
Sexy - having a partner to help clean the house in the nude.

Not sexy - going to the dentist
Sexy - a dazzling smile

Not sexy - nasty, cold, rainy days
Sexy - Rainy days with a partner











Not sexy - rudeness
Sexy - Manners

Not sexy - random cursing
Sexy - a strong vocabulary with a few harsh terms thrown in at just the right time










Not sexy - Dirt
Sexy - bodies covered in dirt with a mutual purpose

It is Time for Discipline

No mercy. Just discipline. Like it or not. No wrong has been done, time time has still come.

You need it. I need it. Now, all that is left is for me to decide and you to endure.

Nudity is Underrated

Yes, it's cold out. I don't care. You are not going out anyway are you? No. I didn't think so. I've turned the heat up to 78 so you'll be fine. Take your clothes off. Do it now than come into the kitchen.

That's better. Now I'm going to lock the door to the bedroom so you can't go scurrying in there to retrieve any clothes. You have no choice but to remain nude until I unlock the door. Yes, I'm going to be nude as well. No more hiding behind clothes or make-up or anything. We are going to have a day, at least, of soul bearing nakedness. Yes, I know you're uncomfortable with your body, but you will become more comfortable as the day goes on. I think you're lovely.


Good. Now come over her. I want to touch you, smell you, look at you. That's it. you're relaxing now, smiling more. I love your smile. Let me massage your shoulders. Today, it's all about you and me and us. No more hiding.

I don't like my body anymore. I don't like being nude except in the dark or at least dimly lit room. The years and a desk job have not been kind to my backside. He, though, looks fabulous! Working at the gym as a personal trainer has certainly kept his body in perfect condition. But I promised that I'd let him call all the shots today. I had no idea he'd want me to remain naked all day long. My god I think even my toes are blushing.

Did his eyes really go that dark? He certainly is looking at me like I'm a delicious ham sandwich and he's a starving Christian. Maybe I'm not as unattractive as I thought. His hands feel so good on my shoulders. I feel the tension slipping out of me. Maybe he's right. Duh! Of course he's right. I should have trusted him. Nudity is underrated. 

Spanking Day

I've looked forward to this day all week. I always do. Most people hate Mondays, but not me. Monday is Spanking day. A day that I spend naked, nothing more than an object of beauty and sexuality. I am no longer a professional, nor do I have the worries of today's worlds. I am free of all work, all stress, all concerns. I am beauty and I simply have one decision to make - yes or no. I choose yes.

The day begins with a shower, shaving my legs, arms, cat. I lotion up with delightfully scented cream. Then, I go to the parlour. This room is only used on Mondays. It is my sanctuary. Heavy red velvet curtains cover the windows, a plush red carpet for my bare feet. A large winged leather chair for Him, a love seat, a liquor cabinet, a small table with two straight backed chairs, a chaise lounge. Inside the closet lie the toys he may choose to use. Once I enter, I am his. I eat what and when he tells me, I drink at his discretion, I use the restroom only when given permission. I make no decisions.

He is waiting for me, seated on one of the straight back chairs. He folds the paper he was reading and smiles at me. I smile in return. He turns his chair slightly and I position myself over his lap. He begins slowly, softly and I sigh. Really, this is more of a massage than a spanking. I do not think of what is to come, I focus on the pleasure of the moment. He increases his force, but not his speed. I feel a sting now and relax into his hand. My pussy is beginning to swell and my nipples are tightening. My hands are braced on the carpet. I will not remove them. If I do, that is his signal to stop. I curl my fingers into the plushness as he continues. His hand hard, unforgiving. My honey is flowing now and I am biting my lip, but I  have yet to cry real tears. He knows this and will not stop until I do or if I lift my hands.

His hands cover my bottom, the tops of my thighs, the famous sit spot. I know not where the next blow will land but I am grateful for each one. My skin is on fire and my mind is floating. Pain and pleasure merge into peace. Tears cover my face and suddenly I am in his arms. He kisses my tears and holds me. He tells me that I am beautiful, I am perfect, I am his. I am at peace.