Giving Myself

Here I stand naked and vunerable

freely giving myself to you

My heart, body and soul

are all for you

Here I stand, giving me all to you

Take me as I am

Love me as I stand

for I am not perfect

I am just me

Here I stand with a heart full of love

waiting to unveil it

for my one true love

I promise to always please

perhaps beg on my knees

For all my love is for you

Here I stand, take me as I am.

Giving myself freely to you.

copyright 2005 lac

Oral Release

Brushing past each other
On several occasions
Catching the whiff of your CK Obsession
Reaching beyond my nose to stir my passion
With your signature backward glance
I know the feeling is mutual
How long shall we maintain this dance?
Is this deceit meant to be perpetual?
I just wonder
My anticipation ripping my heart asunder

At last here we are
Away from the prying eyes of the world
Stealing the moment as best we dare
Our craving for each other begins to unfold
Reveling in the beauty of our nudity
Your wet softness, my turgidity

Your nipples harden upon my touch
Goose bumps gracing my caress
In between your silken thighs, I watch
As your delicate fingers flick and tease in your wetness
The fragrance of you intoxicating the man in me

I kneel before your temple of pleasure
And I’m lost to the moment
Licking the wetness from your fine fingers
Letting my lower lips rub over your swollen ones
Your back arches as the liquid fire in my tongue
Burns deep through the wetness into your sexual soul
Teasing them, spreading them, sucking on them
Your moans testimonial to the pleasure you receive
Reaching deeper into soft juicy pinkness
Working my tongue in and out deep and fast
I explore for nectar, your juice of life

Ass bucking….thrusting forward smearing my face
I feel the warmth, the fragrance, the delicious creamy mess
Painting the art of our collective passion
Upon the canvass of my face
As I take your erect pink clit in my mouth
And through it sucking away the sexual frustration
The lost time, the unfulfilled desires of years upon years


Suddenly, my head is gripped in a vice
My eyes, my ears, mouth and nose all trapped
Prisoners of passion in your sex triangle
Yet the force of your soul rending orgasmic scream
Ripples through out your body…
Resonating through mine, fuelling my own release

One moment later, we lay spent in each others arms
United in our defeat of sexual deprivation
In our mutual fulfillment, our sexual bliss
don-2005

A Kiss

A Kiss

A feeble meager effort
Are these words of mind
Inadequate echoes
Aloud with promise
But painfully empty
In the face of what can be expressed
Only
With a kiss

Each heart must know this
Or remain awkwardly at odds with love's pleasure
Until the magnetic pull of loves irresistible propensity
Draws us to the full circle of love's intensity
Love's measure
Learn and practice well
This perfect language, reader
For only in such timeless silence
Can the truth of love be known
Beyond the spoken threshold of love's alliance
Where two stilled lips
At last
Come home to rest
And bless their own
With a kiss
John Christopher 1990

Sir Suspension Shows No Mercy-

When I first saw his message in my inbox, I thought his handle, Sir Suspension, was rather pretentious. I had been actively searching the BDSM dating websites and chatlines for months, looking for a compatible Dom, but I wasn’t getting the right results. I corresponded with some interesting people along the way but few of them were looking for a monogamous relationship. That was my bottom line, and I wasn’t going to compromise.

I had had a few boyfriends before marrying my husband James, who loved to spank me. It was a playful element before we wed, but as the years passed he took us deeper and deeper into kinky sex. Often he would come home with sexy garments he wanted me to wear – a harness that surrounded my breasts, open crotch pvc panties, a strange cuff that bound my arms together behind my back from wrist to elbow.

At first I went along with his requests for his sake, but I soon found myself hungry for more. From spanking my ass with his hand, he moved to a flogger across my back and my thighs. Then he started spanking my pussy after tying my legs open with my silk scarves. Sometimes he would get carried away with his flogger and slapping and I would find myself transported, sky-high. It was a delicious, floating sensation. I felt that there was nothing I wouldn’t accept from him as long as it took me to that place.

Then one day he came home and said that he wanted to start training other submissives. He called them slaves. He said that a woman from work had confided in him that she wanted to learn how to surrender and had guessed that he was a dominant. I was shocked to hear that he had already told her that he was happy to take her on.

We had terrible fights and he tried to prove to me that it was all part of the scene – but I didn’t feel we were in a scene. I thought we were in a marriage. Sadly, we ended up getting divorced. I dated a few fellows but I found their romantic attentions very, well, boring. All that affectionate petting and soft kissing left much to be desired.

But a lot of men on the kinky dating sites were like my husband – they wanted me to be one of their stable. But I wanted love. Love and pleasure and pain. Anyway, as I was saying about Sir Suspension, I thought his name seemed silly, but he wrote me a very powerful email. It said:

"There can be no ecstasy without an emotional connection. I am not looking for every submissive, I am looking for one woman who is strong enough to surrender to me and to my dark ways. Don’t respond if you don’t feel you can handle something intense and personal."

As soon as I read that, I felt that he was talking right to me, and even though he signed it Sir Suspension. I wrote back:

"I am also looking for one man, one who is strong enough to make me completely forget myself and who wants me to belong to only him." I just signed it "Janice."

The next email he sent me his phone number and asked me to call anytime after 6:00pm. That gave me the impression that he really wasn’t married, that he really was single. I called the same night and it was a very exciting conversation. His voice was low, controlled, sexy. We made a date for the next night.

When I arrived at the café, wearing the bright yellow scarf I told him would be my distinguishing item, he greeted me right away and handed me a single rose. Something about the gesture brought a tear to my eye and he enveloped me in his hug. We clicked from the very first minute.

He took me to a table in the back of the café and we talked for a couple of hours. "I’m sick of so much coffee," he said, "would you be comfortable coming to my place and I’ll cook us dinner?"

I didn’t hesitate. We walked a couple of blocks to his lovely apartment where he sautéed us some delicious omelets. He put on some Barry White, as corny as that sounds, and we started to slow dance. I cuddled into his generous body but within a minute he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, descending onto my neck with an aggressive sucking action, then swallowing my ear. I squirmed inside his arms but he held me off-balance, making me immediately dependent on his grasp. I moaned uncontrollably, surprised and excited by the speed with which he had aroused me.

He scooped me up in his arms and walked down the hall to the very last room. I clung to him, unsure what was about to happen but already certain I could safely put myself into his hands. He pushed the door open and we entered a dark room. I couldn’t distinguish anything familiar.

"Do you want me to blindfold you, Janice?"

I shook my head no. I felt that I wanted to be fully aware of this first experience with Sir.

He carefully put me down in the middle of the room, steadying me until I was standing on my feet staring into his eyes with unspoken questions. He pulled out a strap and bound my wrists behind my back, closing the strap with a Velcro fastener. He rotated me until I was facing him and then, looking deep in my eyes, he unbuttoned my jersey, button by button. It was a simple act, but the manner in which he did it, the dominance that he projected onto even the most mundane action, made my legs tremble.

He pulled my jersey open and then mercilessly grabbed both of my nipples through the stretchy material of my bra. I felt a flood of moisture between my legs as I cried out "Yes, yes please!"

He knelt down behind me and I tried to twist my head to see what he was doing. He ran his hands from the back of my ankles, past my knees where he stopped to pinch the sensitive skin, and up my thighs under my skirt. He slapped my thighs lightly but repeatedly – so many times, in fact, that it began to really sting. I switched from leg to leg and he stopped.

"Don’t move, Janice. Don’t move one muscle unless I tell you to."

He resumed slapping the back of my thighs and then he stuck one hand in between my legs and slapped back and forth on my inner thighs. "Open your legs, please" he said, and I shuffled my feet about a foot apart.

With the back of his hand he slapped upwards against my pussy, his knuckles jarring me with increasing force. Bursts of tingling were replaced by heavy throbbing. I was finding it difficult to stand up.

"Do you want some support, Janice?" he asked me, just as I felt my legs would give out.
"Please," I answered breathlessly.

He reached up and grabbed hold of my panties, pulling them down to my ankles in one movement. Taking the hem of my skirt, he tucked it into the waistband. My ass and pussy were exposed and I twisted my body in embarrassment.

Then I watched him walk a couple of feet to the side of the room where he opened a closet door. Inside he seemed to press a button and I could hear a small motor whirling. I looked up towards where the sound was coming from to see a contraction of straps and netting descending from the ceiling. I was amazed.

He placed a main piece of the devise behind my butt and pulled me gently backwards. I sat in it – much like a sling swing - and he brought the strong netting under and around me. He slipped another thick strap under my ankles and then, pulling on my hair, brought me horizontal to the floor. Using a third wide swath, he supported my neck and head. I was held safely in the three places before he started adding all sorts of restraints around my knees and torso. As he worked around me, he stopped to pinch and twist my nipples or to roughly grab the flesh around my clit.
I was totally immobilized, hanging inside this mass of straps and netting, fully available to his every whim. He swung me around so that my head was near him and reached over my shoulder to grab the flesh of my breasts. He squeezed them so hard that I began to weep, but also to pump my hips with the excitement of it all. I couldn’t see what he was doing behind my head, although I could hear the sound of material and zippers.

Pulling on my hair, he drew my head backwards and began to beat my cheeks with his erection. He had removed all his clothes and from my position suspended on my back, I looked up at him standing behind my head and saw his long throbbing rod descend again and again on my face. I turned my head from side to side to avoid this humiliation, but he reminded me softly, "I said not to move, Janice."

Trying to lie still as he rubbed his bulging cockhead over my eyes, I felt my neck stretched back to its limits. "Open your mouth for me," he said, and I automatically complied. He shoved his cock deep into my throat and as I choked and gagged, he immediately came with great spurts. He pulled back out of me, spraying my eyes, my face, my tits with his cum cream.

I thought I could sense from his breathing that even he was surprised at the speed with which he had cum. He gasped a few times but then moved around to my side. With one hand he clutched my nipple and with the other he squeezed my clit. He pressed both nuggets and twisted them until I was nearly out of my mind. Then he began to slap my pussy and my tits at the same time and I was overwhelmed with waves of orgasm, as I sobbed with the sensations.

He left me suspended and restrained as I slowly recovered. It took me several minutes to realize that the sweet sadistic man was now wiping down my body with hot towels. "Now do you understand my name?" he asked me with a soft smile.

"Yes, Sir Suspension. Now I understand."
By Shoshana

Master To Be...

She kneels in front of Him as He stands in His bedroom doorway, still in his business suit and tie. She is kneeling just inside the door to His bedroom. Her arms are behind her back handcuffed. The only article of clothing adorning her body is a sheer white maid's outfit and black heels and His collar. Her Masters' cock immediately hardens at the sight of his Pet, clearly visible through his pants.

She looks up into his crystal blue eyes with a teasing grin as she notices his arousal. "hello Master Tom" she whispers. His eyes shine with admiration as he looks down at her. "hello, my pet" he replies. He walks right up to her, her face cock level, she leans forward and rubs her face in his crotch, her teeth grazling over his pants on the outline of his hard cock. She hears Him inhale deeply at her touch. He slowly unzips his pants and his cock springs forth onto her face. She inhales deeply at His scent, knowing she has been yearing it all day, His scent and taste. She licks her lips and looks up at her Master as she takes his swollen cock into her mouth. Her tongue slipping around him as her lips wrap firmly around his hard cock. He moans out as his cock slips further down to his Pets throat. His hands move to the back of her head and he pushes his cock deep into her willing, hot mouth. In and out she sucks his cock hungrily, wanting & needing to please her Master. She hears Him groan out " I love fucking your mouth Pet, suck it harder Pet." She willingly complies.

She takes Him deeper and sucks Him harder, tasting His precum in her mouth. Her lips tighten as she feels Him ready to cum. His hands guide her head to His desired pace. He starts filling her mouth with his seed, she readily swallows it all. Her Mastesr steps back and smiles down "such a nice surprise Pet, well done." She only nods in reply. He helps her to her feet and leads her to His bed. He knows now, this is the night.

This is the night she is to be His forever. He cuffs her hands to His bed and leaves her legs free, knowing He won't be teasing her for long on this night. He removes his clothing revealing his athletic body. He slips onto the bed between her legs, craving the taste of His Pets' pussy. He hungrily dives into her nice, trimmed pussy that is His now to own. He licks her, sucks her and teases her clit, feeling her nub swell in His mouth. She squirms continously under his experienced mouth. He feels her ready to climax and moves away. He slides up her body and looks into her eyes. "Pet, tonite is the night you will belong to me and only to me. I will own you and you will be my Pet. Do you understand?" She replies, "yes, I want to be with you always Master Tom." He slowly guides his swollen cock to her entrance, ready to take her for the first time. Her wet pussy craving His cock and needing Him to be inside of her. He pushes His cock into her tight pussy, both gasping in surprise at the exquisite feel of each other. He pushes his cock all the way in her and holds it there, she feels him pulsing inside of her. He slowly pushes in and out of her tight pussy, craving her tight warmth. He pinches her nipples as he rides her. Faster He pushes deep inside of her, her hips grinding on His cock. Both needing and wanting to become one with each other, her pussy muscles tighten and He orders her not to cum until He allows. She whimpers in mixed frustration, needing to cum but knowing she must obey. His cock thrusts deeper into her, unable to go any deeper. His cock explodes in her and He groans out in pleasure, then he gives her His permission to cum. She screams out as she lets go and cums all over His cock, grinding harder and faster. Screaming out "Thank you Sir Tom", losing her breath as the mind blowing orgasm consumes her body.

He collapses on her as their sweatty bodies lay there in sweet rapture. Knowing she belongs to Him. Knowing He is now Master Tom, Sir Tom.

Bring Me To Life- Evanescence

Watch Video:

BRING ME TO LIFE (Evanescence)

Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com