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7/4/2009 1:33:56 PM |
The realm of BDSM is constantly evolving. Always in flux. This is especially true now, as more people seek to embrace and explore their sensuality.
I began exploring this world about 15 years ago, 5 years before I purchased my first computer. At that time, I began to wonder exactly how many people of color were drawn here. It seemed that whenever I attended functions, I was alone.
When I found the internet, I discovered an entirely different culture. I had assumed that with the PC and internet making it easier for people to communicate with like-minded individuals, that I would find a thriving community of people like myself, all eager to connect, to form a fellowship.
I found the exact opposite. I found that the internet breeds mistrust and skepticism. In the physical world, people are most often treated with basic respect until they prove it was not deserved. In the cyber realm, things are much different. In my personal opinion, the internet is a form of communication, nothing more. It is not a seperate reality. Yet so many people behave in a way which is much different than they would when dealing with others face to face.
I also found that there seems to be a much broader use of the terms 'dominant' and 'submissive', especially when used in 'personal ads'. It is not uncommon to see an ad posted by a woman who seeks a black dominant, although when asked, she will say she is not a submissive. She merely wants a partner (or playmate in most cases) who is rough in bed. On the opposite side, we have men who call themselves dominant, yet thier idea of dominance is being able to order a woman to service them sexually, without being expected to offer anything in return.
My views on BDSM are much different. My personal opinion is that the bond between dominant and submissive, when both are committed to the relationship, can be much stronger than the traditional union between adults. Pulling someone's hair and forcing them to service you does not necessarily make you a dominant. Aggressive? Yes. But there is a great deal of responsibility that goes along with being a dominant, by the BDSM definition of the term.
While I do defend anyone's right to practice BDSM in a manner that suits them, I do believe there is more to being a submissive than enjoying being called a 'nasty slut', and there is more to being a dominant than being able to say 'yo bitch, lick dees nuts'.The realm of BDSM is constantly evolving. Always in flux. This is especially true now, as more
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8/1/2008 1:13:35 AM |
Checking In - She hung up the phone, sat down and went back to watching her movie. It was 9 PM. Just 2 hours and her shift would be over. She wore her dark brown hair curly today. Black eyeliner framed her big blue eyes. She wore a black top that fit snuggly around her very large breasts. Her black skirt covered shapely, fat thighs and fell just above her knees. As she sat down, she could tell that her black silk panties were soaked. She was having a hard time focusing her thoughts. Her loneliness had become much more intense lately and increased her sexual hunger. She was extremely horny. She was about to go to the bathroom and masturbate for the fourth time of the day, when he walked through the door. He was a husky, black man. His head was shaved. He had light brown eyes. A mustache and goatee, peppered with grey, framed beautiful full lips. She stood, smoothed her skirt and moved to the desk as she spoke in her deep Appalachian accent. 'Hey there. Can I help you?' He smiled as he spoke in a deep, somewhat commanding voice. 'Hi. Do you have any rooms available?' Her voice was shaky as she responded. 'How many in your party?' He smiled again, his eyes falling to her ample cleavage. 'Just me.' She looked down, her cheeks flushing a bit. 'Smoking or non?' 'Non-smoking please.' 'I have a King Suite with fireplace and jacuzzi on the 5th floor. It's $79.99 a night. I can take you up and show it to you if you like.' 'Yes. I'd like to see it, please'. She smiled and locked the register. She grabbed the room key, stepped around the desk and walked toward the elevator, deliberately swaying her hips as he followed. They stepped into the elevator. She pushed the '5' button and the elevator started heading up. She could tell she was trembling. She was very nervous. She tried to talk to him to calm herself. 'Are you in town long?' 'Yes, I'll be here for about 5 days.' 'Oh. If you stay that long, I know I can give you a special rate, but you can't tell nobody.' She chuckled a little as she smiled. He looked at her and smiled himself. 'Would you really do that for me?' 'Oh yes sir. I would.' They stepped out of the elevator and he followed her to the room. She unlocked the door, held it open for him and closed it behind them once they were inside. He looked around the room for a few moments. He was facing away from her as he spoke. 'This is very nice.' She smiled as she spoke. 'I'm glad you like it.'He turned and began walking toward her. She began trembling as she backed away. She felt the bed behind her. She was trapped. He stopped just a few inches away from her as he whispered. 'You're a nasty, fat, white whore. Aren't you?' She tilted her head and looked into his eyes, speaking softly. 'I can be.' He reached out with his right hand, lifting her top and pulling her bra up at the same time. Her big, heavy breasts fell free. She moaned softly as he squeezed her big tits roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples as they became erect. Her turned her around, so she was facing the bed. He pushed her gently so she fell forward, her palms down on the bed. He kicked at her feet, forcing them apart so her legs were spread. Then he lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down around her knees. She trembled as she heard him unzip his pants. She pushed back as she felt the head of his thick, black cock stretching her fat, wet, aching cunt open. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting roughly as she moaned and cried out. Her fat tits bounced and slapped together as he slammed his thick, black cock into her. She spoke in a whisper. 'Please hurt me.' He fucked her hard and fast. Her fat cunt began to spasm as her juices ran down her thighs, soaking his cock and balls as she cried out in orgasm. He moaned loudly as he exploded inside her, filling her fat, sticky cunt with his hot, thick cum. He pulled out of her and zipped his pants. He helped her stand and turned her to face him. He pulled her bra and top back down. She adjusted her breasts in her bra as he spoke. 'I'll take the room, for the full five days. But I have two requests.' She smiled as she spoke. 'What would that be?' He squeezed her breasts gently as he spoke. 'First, you leave your panties here with me. And second, you bring my credit card back to me when you get off tonight.' She placed her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as she stepped out her of panties. She knelt down, picking them up, and handed them to him, along with the room key. He handed her his credit card and walked her to the door. She walked back to the elevator. Her legs were weak, she was trembling all over. She stepped into the elevator and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes, moaning softly as she squeezed her large breasts. She smiled as she felt his cum running down her thighs. The elevator started on it's way down. It was 9:30 PM. Less than 2 hours and her shift would be over.
Checking In - She hung up the phone, sat down and went back to watching her movie. It was 9 PM
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12/28/2007 7:12:29 AM |
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Happy New Year!To those of you who have subscribed to my Journal, thank you. Your kind words make writing these works of fiction even more enjoyable.However, it is with a saddened heart that I must announce that I will no longer post my works here.Apparently, one of my stories was removed by CollarMe, although I have yet to receive anything from the CollarMe Admin to indicate exactly what the problem was.I can only assume that someone read the story in question, but they didn't appreciate or recognize a good 'mind fuck', as one of my subscribers called it.If you, the person who reported that story, happen to be reading this, here is a clue:When a loaded gun is fired, it goes *BANG* - not *CLICK*.Those of you who read the story know exactly what I am referring to.Again, thank you all for your compliments and words of support.I wish you all nothing but the best for 2008!Happy New Year!To those of you who have subscribed to my Journal, thank you. Your kind words m
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12/16/2007 7:56:41 AM |
Scarlett Scream
The Beast hungers.
Tonight the Beast will feed well.
Oh yes.
This one is such easy prey. We'd followed her routine for weeks. We'd watched. We'd stalked. We'd adored her from a safe distance.
This one is such a lovely specimen. An unsoiled canvass on which to create. Her hair, her eyes glowing through the darkness, her flesh. This one was exquisite. Her large breasts, the curve of her hips, her round ass, her full thighs. The Beast will be most pleased with this one. Oh yes.
All is as planned. We enter through the garage door, protected by the darkness as she enjoys her late night walk. We switch off the breaker to the kitchen, she always follows this path when she returns. We crouch in the nook just outside the kitchen door. We wait.
She is home. She stops. Her heart beat pounding in our ears. She knows. Something is wrong. She senses our presence, our cold, our darkness envelopes her. She feels her way through the darkness, toward the laundry room, to the breaker box. Cornered.
We move. She knows. It is too late.
We loop the leather belt around her neck, then cover her mouth with our left hand. Our claws sinking into her flesh. She tries to scream. Oh how she tries. She can feel our breath on the back of her neck as we bare our fangs, hissing in The Voice.
'Quiet girl. We own you now. We will hurt you, but you shall be free.'
She struggles. We pull the belt tighter. She gasps for air.
'Oh yes. Resist us if you will. But you are ours. Know this.'
We move her to the bedroom. Perfect. Soft, silky. Crying for blood. Oh yes.
We hold her tightly as we speak.
'Undress yourself.'
She does as we command. Removing her clothing. The jiggle of her breasts, free from her bra, intoxicating. Her large, soft ass pushing against us as she steps out of her sweats and thong panties.
We remove the rope from our coat pocket, looping it around her wrists. We lay her on the bed, on her back and tie the rope to the railing at the foot of the bed frame. We tie the free end of the belt to the railing as well.
We take the restraints from our coat pocket, attaching one to each leg at the knee. More rope, looped through the rings on the restraints and tied to the railing at the foot of the bed frame. She is open, her soft, fat thighs spread wide for us. Neatly trimmed fur adorns her plump cvnt. Oh yes.
We stand over her, drinking in her beauty. She whimpers, pleading with her eyes. She speaks to us. Her breathing labored. Gasping for air between each word.
'What do you want? Please don't hurt me.'
We smile. Drawing the dagger from it's scabbard. Holding it firmly to her throat.
'Do not scream, girl. Or we will allow your blood to flow. Oh yes.'
We lay the dagger between her fleshy breasts. We remove our bag from over our shoulders. We open it and place the five candles about the room, lighting them as we are required. The golden flame fills the room. He is with us now.
We remove our clothing. The glow of the flame dances on our chocolate flesh. His power consumes us. His strength is now ours. Oh yes.
We gaze upon her. A tear rolls down her cheek. She is betrayed. She knows we are aware. Our nostrils flare as we inhale the scent. The scent of sweat. The aroma of hunger and of lust. The scent of her nectar flowing from her fat, wet cvnt. We smile as we pick up the dagger. We drag it, tip down, from her navel to her clit. Swollen. Erect. We tease it with the dagger blade. She moves, pulling the belt tighter around her throat.
We smile as we part her swollen cvnt lips. A small, wet eclipse has formed under her ass. We push the tip of the dagger against the puckered bud of her anus. She shakes her head violently, her scream muffled by the noose. We drag the dagger upward, stopping at our true destination. We enter carefully, the blade sliding slowly into her wetness. She remains still. Oh yes.
We leave the dagger in it's place as we caress her cheek. Her eyes dance with fear. We stand, moving to her head. Our cock turgid, engorged with the blood of lust. We place it against her lips. She succumbs, taking us into her mouth, gasping for breath as we fuck our whore.
We pull out, covering her beautiful face with our seed. Spilling our essence. Coating her with our lust, our sin. We remove the dagger from within her womanhood slowly. Her thighs begin to tremble. The wet eclipse grows larger. She groans.
Our nostrils flare. The air fills with the familiar, pungent odor as her hot stream arcs upward and stains the headboard. Her hips undulate as her orgasm passes and she feels her warm piss run down her thighs. Again she is betrayed. The wet eclipse is full. This one is a dirty whore. The Beast is most pleased with this one. Oh yes.
We remove the belt from her throat. She sucks in the air she so longs for. Her heavy breasts bounce as she coughs. We remove the ropes which secure her thighs. We roll her over. Securing the ropes once again. Pulling her thighs forward, her big ass exposed, unprotected.
We pick up the belt. We begin to create. Our canvass yields to our will, allowing our work to take shape. The welts rising, the scent of blood. Her cries the finale to The Master's Grand Concerto. Each note plunging us deeper into the abyss. Oh yes.
We move behind her, plunging our aching cock deep into her. She cries out. Her muscles squeeze, pulling us deeper inside her as we force her face against the mattress. She struggles. We pull her hair, freeing her, allowing her to breathe. We continue thrusting, stretching her open. Her cries, our reward.
We remove the restraints from her legs and push her to the bed. We roll her onto her back. We slide inside her wetness with ease. We place the dagger at her throat and look into those dazzling eyes. We pull the dagger downward, breaking the skin. She cries out. Her essence flows. Oh yes.
We plunge deeply into her as our lips meet her neck, as we taste her life. She wraps her legs around our waist. Her wet cvnt squeezes us, begging. We grant her wish. We fill her womb with our seed. Her moans, our reward. We arch our back, looking up to the heavens, her essence stains our lips. We cry out before plunging our tongue into her mouth, sharing her essence, becoming One, bound by blood.
We collapse onto the bed next to her. She rolls onto her side, her ass pressed firmly against us. She lifts her leg. We slip inside her wetness with ease. Our hand caresses her breasts as it moves upward to our true destination. Her muscles squeeze our swollen, black cock as we squeeze her throat.
She sighs softly.
The Beast hungers no more.
Tonight the Beast has fed well.
Oh yes.
Scarlett Scream
The Beast hungers.
Tonight the Beast will feed well.
Oh yes.
This one is s
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7/25/2007 1:22:44 AM |
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He closed the door behind himself as he entered the hallway. He absently sat his briefcase on the table. He was still very upset about this morning.
The night before had been wonderful. She had come home before he had. She was nude, preparing dinner when he came in. As soon as his plate was ready, she took her position, sitting on the table, his plate between her fat thighs. She remained there, as he fed her.
After dinner he tied her up tightly and comfortably on the sofa. She laid there, lost in her bonds as he finished the day's paperwork.
Finally they'd gone to bed. Her leash fastened securely to the headboard as he'd fucked her roughly, repeatedly. She'd fallen asleep with his cock still hard, still inside her.
Then there was her confession this morning. The wedding was only 3 months away. She had forgotten to finalize the order for her gown. She'd called the boutique and they had told her that they couldn't guarantee her gown would arrive in time for the wedding.
He was furious. He'd been reminding her constantly for the last 2 months. How could she have forgotten something so important? She kept insisting it wasn't her fault. She begged him not to be angry with her. She had called, she just hadn't spoken to the right person. When she hadn't heard anything for a few days, she called back. By then it was too late.
He had told her that she would be punished. She refused and stormed from the house. She had broken one of the most important rules of their union. She had agreed to accept punishment without anger.
He was about to place the bouquet of roses on the sofa when he saw her run down the hallway. He hadn't even heard the door open. He walked down the hallway to the bedroom, carrying the roses. He stopped at the foot of the bed, gazing at her silently.
She was already nude, kneeling on the bed, her hands cupping her large, firm breasts. His riding crop was on the bed in front of her. She was sobbing uncontrollably.
'Please don't be angry with me Master. I tried to stop it. I really did. But it was too late. Whip me Master.. please whip me..'
She turned her back toward him and assumed her punishment position. Her large ass high, her arms outstretched, her head on the bed, turned to one side. He picked up the crop without speaking and began administering her punsihment. The crop raising red welts on her large, soft ass.
He reached their preset number of punishment strokes. She turned immediately.. wrapping her arms around him, kissing him passionately. She began unfastening his pants, pulling him toward her.
'Fuck me, Master. Use your whore, please!!'
He'd seen her like this before. Her need to be cleansed through punishment, then soiled confirming she was still his slut.
He plunged into her. Her fat pussy swollen with lust, soaked as always after a whipping. She wrapped her large thighs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He pounded harder, faster..
'Oh Master.. I love you.. don't ever stop loving me..'
He thrusted harder.. kissing her softly then looking in her eyes as he spoke to her..
'I adore you, princess. I always have.. I always will..'
She cried out as her muscles clamped down.. her juices spraying forth.. soaking his cock and balls.. He groaned as his hot seed splashed inside her.. coating her walls..
He collapsed next to her.. holding her close as they drifted off to sleep.
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Her sudden movement startled him. He woke to find her sitting straight up in the bed. She was shivering. She picked up her clothes, dressed quickly and ran toward the door..
'I'm late Master.. I have to leave now..'
He glanced at the clock.. it was 9 am.. she was right.. He got up and followed her to the living room..
He called out.. 'princess...'
He opened the front door.. but her car was already speeding down the street.. As he closed the door.. the phone began ringing. He ran to the kitchen to answer.
'Hello..'
'Is this Eric Swann?'
'Yes. It is.'
'Mr. Swann, are you a relative of Amanda Kennison?'
'She's my fiance`. Who is this?'
'Mr. Swann, I'm Jack Reynolds with the Coral Heights police department. Ms. Kennison was killed in a car accident yesterday afternoon. I'm very sorry. Your name and number were the only contact information we found in the vehicle. We've been trying to reach you, but your phone line has been busy. We also sent a car by your home last night, but no one answered...'
He dropped the phone.. Off in the distance he heard a faint voice... 'Mr. Swann? Mr. Swann??'
He walked to the bedroom. The bed was made.. obviously not slept in. He went back to the living room and found the bouquet of roses on the sofa. He went to the front door and found it was locked...
He sat.. slowly.. his back to the front door.. He saw it right away.. The silver locket he had given to her for her birthday.. It was on the floor. He had put it in his jacket pocket, intending to take it to the jeweler's to have the clasp fixed.. He began to cry.. calling her..
'princess...'
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It was almost over. He'd read the headstone for what he'd decided was the last time. He slipped his hand into his pocket and was startled by what sounded like a child's laughter. He turned and saw the little girl just as she wrapped her arms around his legs. He knelt down to speak to her.
'Hi.. are you lost? Where is your mommy?'
The little girl kissed his cheek, wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear..
'Please don't be angry with me Master. I tried to stop it. I really did. But it was too late.'
He stood quickly... in time to see a woman coming toward him.. calling out.. 'princess? princess, where are you?? There you are!'
The woman picked the little girl up quickly.
'Amy, don't you ever do that again! I'm sorry. We didn't mean to intrude. She wanted to visit the woman who...'
She stopped speaking when she read the headstone. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she spoke.
'I'm so sorry. You must be her fiance`. She saved Amy's life. Our kitten got out. Amy chased her and was already in the street before I could get there. Your fiance` tried to stop.. but it was too late.. she swerved into the other lane and was hit by an oncoming car..'
He removed his hand from his pocket..
'Amy.. I had a princess. This belonged to her. She wanted you to have it.'
He placed the locket into the little girl's tiny hand and whispered in her ear...
'I'm not angry princess. I adore you'.
The woman turned to walk away as Amy wriggled free and ran back.. wrapping her arms around his legs and whispering...
'Thank you, Master. I adore you.'
The end
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This is a work of fiction. Regardless of what one believes about life after a loved one's passing.. one thing is true..
We never know when our time here will be up. Make every effort to tell the person you love how you feel everyday.. a phone call, an email.
The last words you speak to them before parting, could be just that. The last words you speak to them.
Be WellI
He closed the door behind himself as he entered the hallway. He absently sat his briefcase
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