My "Images" (a term I stole from Suki) are short ideas, images,
and sketches originally written for the amusement of and offered
as tribute to my Liege and Lady. They were always longer and never
so well crafted as Suki's short masterpieces, and over time, my
Images files began to include various email excerpts and other works
in progress or ideas for works and became more journal than art,
so some juxtapositions may seem odd.
Some of my Images follow. They are generally cruel and
nonconsensual and of interest only to sickphuxs, so please
read no further if such doesn't appeal to you.
The Images are impurely the products of a warped imagination, and
should not be seen as a reflection of the scene, nor should they be
imitated by anyone not interested in a protracted term as the ward
of the state.
Steven S. Davis
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"Chain Letter"
Hello,
What follows may perhaps interest or amuse. If not for
the fantasies/idea/discussion within, then perhaps as
an example (if an exceptionally convoluted one) of how my
correspondence tends to develop.
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Hello,
I'm not sure how many of my friends this will end up
pissing off. None, I hope, and I certainly hope that
that you're not one of them.
A sort of a BDSM chain letter which I hope may interest and/or
amuse you.
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Hello,
Since I would not in the least mind ending up with our
taped mouths touching (that will be explained below),
I thought perhaps I'd share this piece (it might be
called a "chain letter" of a sort (but the chains beings
more BDSM chains)) with you:
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Hello,
I was writing an extension to you partly based on the
idea I'd shared with you when I got an email from someone
else concerning an Image I'd written and decided to
attach what I wrote to you in my response to her and
now what I'm sending you is taken from what I sent to
her.
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Hello,
[snip remark about a practical touch in an Image]
It's fun sometimes to include things which make the fantasy seem real
(even if it isn't; I'm reminded of something I saw in a show about
the making of "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid", about how they
tried to be very scrupulous about reloading their pistols - so that
at a big scene at the end when Sundance fires one gun sixteen or
seventeen times without reloading the audience will be more likely
to overlook that little detail).
I just finished a little piece, nothing very much, that I'm sending
to a friend which includes a line about "real fantasies" and
"unreal fantasies", rather awkward designations, I realize. They
each have their fun aspects (and it can be fun trying to make
unreal fantasies into real ones; what *would* one need to do to be
able to drive up to the place where a playparty was being held with
a naked submissive tied to the top of the hood of the car ?, after
which the car would be parked someplace which put the submissive
on display; well, one thing you'd have to do is know everyone who
will be there well enough to know that there will be *no* unkind
remarks concerning the submissive (unkind suggestions about what
to do to him or her, but no remark suggesting anything other than
lust for the submissive and envy of his or her dominant).
I know that some people remark that as they get more into real
BDSM their interest in "unreal" fantasies disappears (for example
I know people who started with NC fantasies but they all changed
to consensual after they did consensual BDSM. I find that I still
like both real and unreal, consensual and NC, but I do notice that
when I'm exchanging fantasies with RL BDSMers safety issues and other
practical stuff comes up, which don't when I'm coming up with fantasies
about people I presume to be all vanilla.
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Just as a FWIW, here's the little piece I was just working on.
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Hello,
Well, now, *this* is a fantasy based on a thought.
It's fun for me, hopefully pleasant for you (even
if some parts of it maybe aren't to your taste) and
perhaps at least some parts of it are to some of
my femdom friends (I'm not including your name when
sharing it) and that I had the idea(s) not objectionable
to your master.
Your master and my mistress meet and hit it off
and decide to have a little fun, and decide that
you and I should take turns trying to make each
other come while being forbidden to come ourselves.
No warnings of dire punishment, those ideas are
nice in "unreal fantasies" but in "real fantasies"
they won't work because I wouldn't be able to be
really imaginative in what I did to your nipples
and clit with my fingers and tongue if I knew that
making you come would get you a real punishment
(now, knowing that you'd get a stern spanking
as play punishment would encourage me ;-> ) and
I hope that knowing that I dread the idea of being
punished (much more so than I do the idea of being
tortured) would take some of the spirit out of your
efforts on me. But a certain degree of friendly
competition could be interesting.
But neither of our dominants is really interested
in having us make each other come, just in us both
getting driven out of our respective minds. Then
they'd put us on two beds and tie us down facing each
other (we'd be kissing if they weren't mean enough
to tape both our mouths) and then they each decide
to fuck our asses. Not much either of us can do at
this point except watch each other's eyes. Not much
we can do either when they decide to switch places
and my Lady uses her strapon on you and your Master his
cock on me.
And nothing much either of us can do if after the
refractory period from this fun is past, they decide
to take the strap to use both, alternating which of
us they us they use, sometimes using my back and your
ass or your back and my ass, until they are sufficiently
horny that they decide it's time for fucking and decide
to fuck each other, taking time out from pleasuring
each other to work on our wabbly bits enough to rev
us up but going back to finish each other off and
smirk happily at our frustration. After which your
master finishes you off (ah, it's not that kind of
fantasy; make that "brings you to big multiple orgasms"
while my Mistress and I watch and she plays with me
but is she ever going to allow me release ? Certainly,
when it pleases her... whenever that may be.
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[earlier message]
Hello,
Actually was a thought, this time, not a fantasy.
Just thought I'd inflict it on you. No need for
any response (I know how busy you are), and I know
that most of it doesn't really have much applicability
to your life (though I suppose maledoms could use
strap-ons; your master could, if he wished, put
one on his thigh and "invite" you to sit astride
his leg), though I would be interested in what you
think of the idea that the right to rape is central
to "deep" D&S.
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Hello,
[ Referencing an SSBF discussion on why strap-ons are a common
femdom topic/toy]
It occurred to me that one difference in male and female slaves
is that women can be completely - well, that's not true, and
"more completely" is a silly phrase. It occurred to me that
women can, to a greater extent than men, be deprived of any
choice in sex (it's another topic, and of course any OTW type
discussion is hazardous, and we do need to recognize that
people have limits, but one thing that I'd argue is part of
"deep" D&S is surrender of sexual control, which includes
giving up control of one's sexual pleasure and also giving
up control of one's sexual availability; of course, not having
control over sexual availability doesn't mean not liking the
sex one has or not wanting to have it, but, IMO, it does mean
that a situation in which one would not want to have sex is
one that may arise, or, to put it more bluntly, that in a
"deep" D&S situation one is subject to rape (and then there's
the issue of is it meaningful to be subject to rape if you
know that rape will never happen, or if one has to sometimes
be raped to make the fact of being subject to rape real)).
Anyway....
A female slave who doesn't choose to have sex can clearly
be taken despite her nonparticipation. A male slave of
a woman can't - unless the woman uses a strap-on. So I
suspect that an aspect of the prominence of strap-ons in
femdom is the way that they strip men of a layer of control
over their sexuality that they would otherwise have. If
I'm spread on my back and my dominant wants to take me,
my participation is required in a way that a woman slave's
would not be (there is also the issue of my perhaps wanting
to participate and being unable to do so, which may perhaps
be a third issue); if I'm spread face down and bound and
my dominant approaches me wearing a strap-on, I have no
control over what happens. And having no control is something
that's very alluring for submissives (even if it sometimes
means it isn't pleasant for them (again, there's the issue
of whether, for a particular submissive, it sometimes being
something he or she absolutely does not want or enjoy, is
something needed for him or her to believe he or she has
no control and to enjoy having no control, or whether for
a particular slave such a reality would be shattering and
if so and therefore the slave couldn't really be taken
without his or her agreement and if so does he or she actually
have control, there's are issues depending on the individuals
involved)). And, of course, dominants sort of enjoy being
the one with control over the submissive's sexual pleasure
and access.
All of which might be extremely obvious, and some of which
may be be stuff which a lot of BDSMers wouldn't want to
hear or would absolutely reject (I'm not sure how many
people, even those who do "deep" D&S (and who often are
at odds with other BDSMers), would like the idea that
rape, or the right and ability to rape, is central to what
they do). But it struck me this weekend and I thought I'd
share it.
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[ I started a reply to an email from a femdom friend
with a typo and then made the most of it ;-> ]
Hood morning,
Hmmm... well that could be a simple typo, or I could be wondering
about your local temperature (a couple days ago someone at Hill AFB
explaining why they needed us to expedite some sweatshirts said
it had turned cold there, and I saw on the news today snow in the
Rockie Mountain region), or I could have somewhere in my mind been
thinking about being hooded by a dom (that's actually not real
likely since I'm actually sort of uncomfortable with the idea of
being hooded (by which I mean having something placed over my head
which totally covers it and blocks my vision completely; I might
find wearing a leather hood with openings for my eyes and mouth
a little silly but I don't imagine feeling the low level distress
I imagine at being bound and hooded (especially when a gag is added;
if the idea of me in low level distress (that is, uncomfortable and
anxious) is pleasing to you, then perhaps you'd enjoy the idea of
me with my hands tied behind me and a heavy cloth bag squeezed
snugly over my head and a large ball gag pushed through it into
my mouth, the strap of the gag around my head helping to secure
the already secure bag over my head (so there really isn't any need
to tie that rope around the base of the bag around my neck, really
there isn't, ma'am, ah, ma'am, I did mention that I get tense when
things are around my neck and that I have just a small bit (that's
all) of claustrophobia, so that hood is going to get me tense and
the rope around my neck will scare more more and the thick bag
making the air sort of stale and my jaw aching from that gawddamn
big ballgag (BTW, this bag doesn't taste real good) which won't
let me breath through the mouth, and not being able to see you
for either reassurance of your presence or the support of knowing
that you are enjoying this, well, this is all going to make me
very nervous (well, OK, scared) and uncomfortable {hmphh ow}, ah,
well, OK, as long as you know... Gets stuffy in here quickly...
hope she doesn't mean to keep me here for long... has it been long,
feels like it's been long.... Hope she doesn't think my squirming
around is me trying to get free, I just squirm and pull at my ropes
when I'm tense. Like now. Awfully hot in this hood, being naked
and sitting in a room with open windows (Ma'am looked nice in that
sweater, I wish I could still see her) doesn't really help that much,
just makes my skin cold while I sweat and the sweat makes the bag wetter
and it's even harder to breathe... I sure hope she takes this off me
soon).
Anyway, good morning.
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A little something I just remembered that I forgot....
I was going to add a comment that it probably wasn't
the case that I wouldn't think about being hooded because
I think I would really dislike being hooded, since I don't
think I'd like being blindfolded or gagged either (Nymph
wasn't in to them so I've no actual experience) yet they
find their ways into my fantasies often enough (of late the
idea of a domme rather forcefully grabbing my head and
taping over my mouth has been a frequent thought, though
FWIW I know the source of that, it came from the fantasy
of being "double date dommed", when another dom and his sub
where playing with me and my domme and the two of them
were working on us alternately and sometimes making us
do sexual things with each other, and at one point they
taped our mouths and tied us with our faces very close
together; since then a number of thoughts of my head/face
being grabbed and womanhandled and my mouth taped (sometimes
with comments about "I'll tell when you can use this mouth
again") have played through my head).
Anyway, I seldom ever have fantasies of being hooded
(today's typo sort of pushed me in that direction)
which I think I would quite dislike, but do often have
fantasies of gags and blindfolds though I would also
dislike those (though if it gets my domme to hold
my face and head in her hands it's something I might
think a fair trade). Probably a simple enough
explanation, that I dislike the idea of the blindfold
and the gag, but the hood scares me.
But my dominant knowing what scares me doesn't (well,
not much). What does scare me is her wanting to
use it and being unable to because I was scared,
or, worse, her trying to and then feeling bad about
it if she had to rescue me when I freaked (perhaps
because she left me in it long enough for the building
fear (and the dampening cloth and the increasing stale
smelling air) to overcome me, which is OK if she wants
me to panic and then calm me but not so OK if she feels
bad about letting me panic).
Whether the fear of the panic would make the whole situation
much worse for me, I don't know, but I suspect that it would.
Fear of the hood would be bad enough, the fear of failure
and shame over causing my dom distress would make the whole
situation harder to bear.
I know, of course, that much of this is, again, that issue
of trusting the dominant. Not just trusting her not to
let me get hurt, but trusting her to know what she wanted
to do and how to do it, and trusting her to be accepting
of my efforts even if I fail (the fact that I don't believe
that the submissive can fail in that circumstance - if I
were domming such a scene and it didn't go the way I wanted
I'd regard that as purely my failure - is of no help to me,
since as a submissive I absolutely do not want my dom to
fail and if she does that's my failure (yes, I know, it's
that same old song for me; being a switch (sort of; sadist
and submissive) has me accepting the standard wisdom that
the top is always responsible for everything when I'm topping,
but when I'm submitting I concur with the "minority report"
that the submissive is equally responsible (actually, in my
heart of hearts - well, in the submissive ventricle of it -
I believe the D&S joke about how the submissive is always the
one at fault)).
Sorry if this one note singing of mine becomes a bit tiresome
at times.
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Two quick ideas:
1) The man is in the chair, very securely bound. The
snug thick black hood clings to his face; even without
the ball gag put in his mouth through the gag and
the cord around his neck it wouldn't come off easily
and there's nothing he could do to get it off his head.
She lounges in her soft chair watching him squirm naked
in his hard one, enjoying the creaking of the wood as he
pulls at his bonds, knowing both that it's nervousness
and not defiance that makes him pull at them, and that
even if he were seriously trying to get free, he never
could (well, not before she'd zap him; he knew that she
knew that he knew - they're a very knowledgeable couple -
that she kept pepper spray and a stun gun handy, not
because she ever expected to need them but to reassure
him that no matter how he might react in pain and fury
she could put him down and in a way she'd be willing to
use (he didn't trust that she'd shoot him, and she'd
shown a willingness to use the pepper spray and stun gun
on him by tying him to a post and then using them on him
(said demonstration being partly for his benefit, and
partly cause she had fun doing it))), that despite the
chair's delightful creaks both it and the ropes would
hold.
She knows the hood and rope and gag have him frightened
and that his fear is growing the longer he sits. As it
happens something else grows when he's frightened, a fact
she finds very convenient. It also grows at the sound of
her high heels on the hard floor around him, which is why
she likes to slip on her shoes and walk slow circles
around him from time to time, and also why she attached
those hearing aids to the hood, so he could hear her
approach through the thick cloth, and also hear anything
she said to him, however softly (that she could turn off
the hearing aids and then the pieces in his ears would
work as earplugs and help to take away his external
sensory input was a nice side benefit). As she circled
him once again she taunted him that he seemed so scared.
"It must be so hard for you in that hot stuffy hood", she
said. Stroking his cock, she added "and it's so hard for
me out here, isn't it boy ? I think I'll play with my toy
now", she purred as she straddled his lap and slid his
cock inside her and moved on his lap. "I'm going to take
my time with you, boy, I'm going to that this be long and
slow and won't you enjoy that. Or wouldn't you, except
that I'm not letting you out of that hood until after I'm
fully satisfied. So if the idea of breathing cool clear
air again, of breathing without having to struggle hard to
pull the air through that thick hot, wet, cloth pressing your
face, if that appeals to you, you'd better stay good and hard.
Go limp on me - for any reason, got that, slut ? - before I'm
satisfied and I'll leave that hood on you all night. Understood ?
Good, a nice grunt in the affirmative. Now you just stay right
there, boy, while I dance on your pole".
2) She likes the way he goes up on his toes each times she brings
the strap across his ass. With his wrists in those straps
above his head and ankles locked in the spreader bar which is
attached to the rings in the floor, it's about the only movement
he can make.
But after a while it becomes less amusing, so she decides to
make it more interesting for them both. She ties a cord around
his balls and tied that to the spreader bar, pulling the cord
taut, so that as she resumes the strapping of his ass, his moving
up on his toes stretches his scrotum. The quite audible difference
in his grunts after that is sufficient change to amuse her, for
the time being.
But the night is young.
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Coda (hmmm, coda on putting him in coma ?...nah)
> > But the night is young.
>
> and he is full of life.
For the time being. But she has plenty of time, and he's not
going anyplace, so she can work on draining the energy out of him.
If she wants to do that with slow, relentless, merciless measured
torture, slowly squeezing out of him his last ounces of strength and
courage until she lays smugly all but actually licking her chops
on the trembling husk of a man, and whispers to him "You did very
dear, I took every ounce of your energy, now you lay and rest and
I'll take care of you and get you back to snuff - well, dear, maybe
that's not a word you want to hear from me, make that back to being
yourself: just so I can do this to you again, of course", that's
one of her options. And, of course, another is torturing him for
a while and then using him as a sex toy until he's all used up.
Either way, he's her meal, his energy all hers to consume.
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I'm not usually very gothic. But the above lines led my mind
this way:
"Vampire love"
> > For the time being. But she has plenty of time, and he's not
> > going anyplace, so she can work on draining the energy out of him.
> > If she wants to do that with slow, relentless, merciless measured
> > torture, slowly squeezing out of him his last ounces of strength and
> > courage until she lays smugly all but actually licking her chops
> > on the trembling husk of a man, and whispers to him "You did very
> > dear, I took every ounce of your energy, now you lay and rest and
> > I'll take care of you and get you back to snuff - well, dear, maybe
> > that's not a word you want to hear from me, make that back to being
> > yourself: just so I can do this to you again, of course", that's
> > one of her options. And, of course, another is torturing him for
> > a while and then using him as a sex toy until he's all used up.
> >
> > Either way, he's her meal, his energy all hers to consume.
On people as sustenance:
I was thinking recently about the apparent oddity of enjoying the idea
that someone feels, quite unabashedly, "I'm more important than you,
and my pleasure and happiness and satisfaction is more important
than yours". Of course, probably most people feel that way about
most other people. The key is being able to agree with this person
and be happy about it (I saw a bit of a discussion about submission
vs love a little bit ago, and I think this is probably one of the
key distinctions between vanilla love and D&S, however loving -
the mutual acceptance of fundamental selfishness; sounds rather
awful, even when speaking to someone I think will understand that
it's not about being uncaring or unkind or even unloving, but about
each partner accepting - and being gladdened by the acceptance of -
the dom's greater importance (which is I think, for many people,
far harder for the dom to accept than it is for the sub (after
all, in love people are expected to consider their partners more
important, so what the sub does isn't so special; it's that the
dominant is able to do the same and allow the sub to grant the dom
preeminence that's special, and a special gift to the sub); FWIW,
I think one issue in my pitching is that while I can be a top and
a sadist I have a hard time being a dominant - perhaps in truth
I can't really be a dominant - because I can't accept/embrace
my own superiority nor give the gift of that acceptance to my
submissive.
But the submissive doesn't want to feel unimportant. Or at
least I most certainly do not. I quite enjoy the idea of her
accepting the superiority of her needs over mine. But I want
to be something that is very important to her. I want to be
the snowshoe hare to her Canadian lynx, the thing without which
she can't survive. Well, actually, no, I don't, because I'm
far too practical for that and know that no one should ever be
so dependent on another and I would not want someone I cared
about to need me so badly. But it's still quite a hot idea.
Being her sustenance. Sort of like a vampire fantasy in which
in the modern world hunting is much too dangerous, so she needs
to find someone special on whom she can feed (I'm going to make
up my own vampire legend now - why not, Ann Rice did ? - and assume
that vampires can survive on pig's blood and cow's blood and other
things available from slaughterhouses, *if*, and only if, they
can regularly add a little human blood. And so my vampire needs
me; she may be more important than me, but without me she can't
go on, or at least without me there would be the grave (so to
speak) difficulty and danger of finding someone on whom she
could feed w/o attracting dangerous attention. I'm the most
important thing in her life, after herself, and she's going to
be sure to keep me for as long as possible. Willingly if she
possibly can, but by force if she must (the idea of being kept
chained because though she knows I don't want to leave, we both
know that she wouldn't let me if I did want to, and the chains
remind me of that and of how vital I am to her (and guard against
my ever having an impulsive or frightened moment), is a quite
warming one. The one time she'd ever take my life would be
if I were going to escape her, in which case she'd feast on me.
Otherwise, she keeps me as her special gourmet treat (oh, and
since pain and fear and arousal can all produce different blood
chemistry and different tastes (a bit of adrenaline or endorphin
or testosterone for spicing her meal), she will of course, tease
and torture me to her taste).
[ I'm sure women who have had their partners threaten to kill
them if they ever left find it not in the least erotic, but
the fantasy is hot however cold the reality might be]
One little addition to this fantasy - she won't bring me across
because vampires can't feed on each other (hey, my mythology,
remember) and she needs me mortal to be her meal. Only if/when
she's going to lose her meal will she bring me over, so she doesn't
lose me entirely. And after that, I spend eternity as a cuckold,
because the feeding is the primary physical and intimate things
vampires do, and hereafter I must watch her feeding on mortals,
with her enjoying my longing for her bite.
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Followup thoughts to some femdom porn images:
1) A brief image of a woman straddling a bound man,
fucking him while pulling on a cord tied to the rope
around his neck.
I certainly hope that she came, of course, after a nice long
fun ride. And perhaps after she came - and after she rested
clinging to him for a nice while - she untied him and slipped
a rope around her neck and cuffed her hands behind her and
knelt by his feet. Not, he knows, seeking to switch, but
offering him vengeance should he want to take it.
Knowing that he's going to take the rope and the handcuffs
off and ask if he has served well and if she says "yes"
ask if he might claim his own reward, and if she says
"yes", carry her to her bed and lay her gently down and
cover her face with kisses before starting to work his
way down her body to her cunt and make her come again.
2. A woman has a man's cock between her high heels and crops
his tip till he comes:
Perhaps what I might I might prefer to see is two favored femdoms
(if it's not too presumptuous for a submale to even entertain the
concept of "favored femdoms") eyeing me imperiously, then looking at
each other and giggling before they grab me and drag me away with them
and taking me to one of their playspaces, stripping me, and tying
me to the floor, then leaving me there while they socialize a bit
while eyeing me and giving each other wicked looks before they
start talking about things they might do to me, and finally they
huddle and whisper and flip a coin and the loser doesn't seem too
unhappy as she lays down and removes some of her clothes and starts
stroking herself while the other puts my cock between her high heels
(my scrotum under her heels) and starts to crop my cock while her friend
masturbates watching her friend's flushed face as she beats my meat
and shifts her feet to torture my ball sack and enjoying by squirms
and gasps and cries while I'm shifting my view between both their
pretty faces twisted with desire and struggling with the pain as
the masturbating woman starts calling out "hit him harder" and
her friend complies and my screams egg them both on until the masturbating
woman comes and her coming is more than the other can stand and she
drops the crop and jumps over me and straddles me and demands that
I service her and I do, not terribly well perhaps but she's so close
it doesn't matter and soon she comes, hard, and the two of them
lay across me cuddling and stroking each other and, every so often,
me, and after a long while and a short nap they both kiss me and
say "that was wonderful", and then the woman who lost the coin
toss examines my cock and gently strokes it and says "Ohh, she
certainly did a job on you" and smiles sweetly and slips on her
high heels and picks up the crop, and says, "My turn" as she
sits with my cock between her feet and her friend takes her spot
on the sofa and starts to masturbate as her friend grinds my
balls under her feet and takes some trial swings with the crop
and smiles at me both lovingly and wickedly as she says "This
is going to be sooo much fun".
3. Regarding a forced foot kissing scene:
I wonder if it would in fact be pleasing to a doome
- what an intriguing typo -
to do a reverse Adrianne on a man, and let him get his face very close
to her feet, and remind him that the honor and pleasure of kissing them
would not be his no matter how good a friend he was to her, how much
he tried to help her, how much he sought to please her (even if sometimes
successfully) or how submissive he might feel in response to her, nor
even how much she enjoyed topping him. Until he found himself able to
say "Please, ma'am, please accept my submission" - knowing that at
that point being her friend and trying to do good for and to her
of his own accord was no longer enough, then he was yours and what he
does is no longer his choice, it's hers - then he may not kiss her feet.
Not even if as he lay bound on the floor by her chair she decided
to rub his face with a silk-sheathed toe.
4. Regarding the chance to be close to a domme's pretty panties
and how to earn that:
I might implore you ma'am, that if you'd just favor me so I'd
kiss you all over and the kiss you again everyplace you reacted
to especially well and then keep using my lips and tongue and
my fingertips on the spots you like most, so slowly and gently
at first and then faster and more firmly as matters proceed and
you grow more and more demanding until you're slumped and
hot and wet and happy.
But we both know that you can have all that from me, and whatever
else you want, without making any deals with me. We both know
that I have zero bargaining power, that what you do with or to me
and what you grant to or withhold from me is entirely your choice
and there's nothing I can do about it save to hope that it pleases
you to grant me pleasure, or to torture me by making me chose
one, as for example holding a pretty pair of panties and asking
me what I'd rather have my face stroked with, your hair or your
panties. And how I'd so hope that while striking my face with your
hair you might perhaps kiss me, and how I'd not dare even hope
that while granting me such a wonderful gift you might let your
other hands creep down to where you could stroke my face with
your hair (your face now back far enough to enjoy my rapture)
while your panties stroked my cock.
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It's a long way to go for a kinky thought, but....
Quick kinky thought: I didn't mention, since a) it's minor
b) I couldn't think of a way to eroticize it that I burned
myself sometimes last week. Silly thing, I fried some eggs
and after putting them on the plate sought to scrap some stuff
loose that was sticking to the pan, and in the process got the
pan too close to my body and it touched me high on the stomach.
Nothing at first, but as a precaution I rubbed liquid Vitamin E
on it. Which worked, I guess, because there never was any pain,
though in a day or so a nasty welt developed, which is scabbing
off now a bit at a time (I'm resisting the urge to hurry it)).
I wasn't able to think of anything to say about the burn, aside
from the observation that cooking in just my boxers may not be
smart, and that it's rather a waste of a burning when no one
will enjoy it.
I still can't find much erotic in the event. Somehow the
idea that my dominant would have me scramble her some
eggs and move them from the pan directly to her plate,
the take the hot pan and press it against my bare skin
just doesn't seem like much fun for anyone.
But it did occur to me (when recalling Elke Summer
burning herself while frying bacon in the nude) that
possibly the idea of a camping trip to some remote
and private spot, and my Lady instructing me to fry
some bacon, and telling me to strip before doing so,
and having me standing over a low gas stove frying bacon
in a pan while my legs were in a wide spreader bar
and my wrists were handcuffed in front of me, possibly,
for my protection, making me wear some leather chaps
to protect my legs (but keeping me unprotected elsewhere,
either from bacon splatter (hmmm, would frying sausage
be more appropriate ?) in from to me or signal whips
behind me (signaling me that my Lady wants her breakfast
sooner rather than later (or maybe just want me moving
closer to the stove and not trying to cook by leaning
as far forward as possible; or maybe that she just likes
whipping my ass)). Maybe the sound of frying meat and
the gasps of the when bits of splattering grease find
their mark might perhaps be amusing to a femdom ?
And maybe later rubbing the area thoroughly in soothing
lotions of her choice might not seem unpleasant to her ?
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