Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The crafting of Art

We had known each other for a long time. It was one of those friendly hi, how are you in passing relationships.  One day we ended up at the same place at the same time waiting on other people and started talking.  It turned out we didn't know very much about each other.  He told me about his work, his girlfriend and some of his hobbies.  I told him about my work, my lack of significant others and my hobbies.
"A Domme! I would love to serve you sometime."
Suddenly I was thinking of this guy in a totally new light.  I knew he had no experience but I saw a lot of potential.  Clearly, and i know i was denying this for years, he was very into me.  Also, he has this enthusiam, and seemed very willing to open himself up.  I smirked at him and let it pass.  Taking on an inexperienced submissive was a big task and not sure I wanted to take on so much responsibility in regards to this guy.
The next day I a text from him. "I think you're AWESOME. Please consider it.."
The next day I received another text "I want to learn, I promise I will be worth your while."  I wondered how he was so sure of himself.  That night I called him and we talked for a very long time.  By the end of that conversation I had few worries.  We agreed to the first weekend of the next month.
He came to my house dressed in his normal casual jeans and a band teeshirt and chuck taylor sneakers.  He was wearing a hat and he smiled at me his boyish grin.  I brought him into my play room downstairs in the basement. I had paperwork on the table for him to look over and sign.  I always began a session with this formal paperwork. I found it helped the submissive to move into the seriousness I demanded.  He had to read over everything and understand what was expected by me and it also gave him opportunity to state his feelings formally.  This was the transition every subbie needed.  He read over the document as I sat across the table from him.  He slipped his hat off and ran his hand across his stubbly crew cut as he read.  I picked up the hat and walked over to the closet across the room, i opened it and placed it on a shelf, leaving the door open.  He looked up at me.
"Everything you have brought with you, every article of clothing, wallet, and anything else from your idenity before this week will go on a shelf in here. I will lock the closet until sunday night. I want you to symbolically think of placing your concerns, fears and reservations in here too."
He nodded thoughtfully, glanced down at the paperwork and signed the final page.  He looked up at me and smiled.  "Thank you".
 I kept the play room warm because my Domme "uniforms" usually did not include a lot of fabric and I detested feeling cold as I worked and the underground room was naturally chilly without heat. I had him strip off all his clothing and place it on the shelf in the closet. He was not overly confident, in fact he was shy.  He had a nice cock that was instantly hard as he stripped off his clothing.  He kept his hands in front of himself as if to hide his hard on.  I liked this modesty, it made me think of him as submissive immediately.  I also liked his hard on, i meant I probably wouldn't have him take the Viagra I kept on hand. I liked my submissive males hard at all times.
He stood facing me naked.  He had his eyes downturned.  I realized that this boy was already a natural submissive and this is why he had wanted this session so badly.  He had never had a chance to explore this side of himself. I knew this was going to be a cathartic weekend for him.  I knew that he would be changed, for the better, after we completed this weekend of training.  
I explained that I needed to do some preparation, change out of my everyday clothes and spend a few minutes preparing my mind as well.  I spoke to him softly "Art, I am going up stairs for about 20 minutes, I want you to kneel here and prepare your mind.  Think of this as mediation.  This is when you need to release your preconceived ideas, relax and let go of all your past, fears and hang ups. I am going to call down to you when I am ready.  I am going to ask "Are you ready to serve Me?".  If you need more time that is OK.  The correct answer will be either "No" or "Yes Goddess".  You can take as much time as you need.  This will be the last time you may say no to be before you are released Sunday.  When your mind is prepared 100%, symbolically place all your "mental stuff" in the closet and lock the door.  I want you to hang the key on this hook.  I will never stop you from getting your your belongings. If you open this door though,  this will be release from our contract and our session will end.  Do you understand Art?
He replied "Yes Goddess, I understand."

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Patient Husband

He was waiting for his wife to come out of the coffee shop. He was annoyed.  She had called minutes after he got home from work.  He had just changed out of his suit and was pouring a glass of wine when the phone rang.  Another late meeting.  She seemed to have meeting or conferences to attend every weekend now.  He was starting to worry a little.  In so many ways she was the perfect wife, she was always so agreeable, a great hostess for business meetings, she looked great.  In fact as she aged she became more and more attractive.  He had thoughts so but it was confirmed last year at a holiday party when more then one drunken friend came up and commented about how good she looked.
Tonight he was annoyed.  He sat in the car outside the shop and waited.  He glanced at his watch.  Her test said twenty more minutes.  He didn't understand why she hadn't driven her own car down here...or maybe he did.  He noticed a seedy looking bar across the street, a row of Harley's lined up out front. Leaning against the wall was a woman who was clearly "working".  She was a tall and willowy black girl, wearing short shorts and a red tube top and impossibly high platform heels.  He saw her talking to a guy.  Were they negotiating?  Was this man preparing to pick a hole?  Was she telling him her price for a blow job...    
He looked at the woman's plump mouth and imagined her sucking his cock.  His dick instantly hardened.  His dick always did that, it never took much and he was ready to go.  He entertained the thought of having her suck his dick while he was waiting.  He closed his eyes and tugged at his cock through his pants.  A sound made him open his eyes and look over, the tall black hooker was gone and another hooker and two guys were walking out of the bar and toward the corner of the building.  This girl has a full ripe body, with a thick ass and round heavy tits.  His dick throbbed at the sight of this woman. She was his "type".  She tossed her long straight blonde hair over one shoulder and smiled her whore red mouth at the "johns".  He imagined this petite bombshell on her knees in front of him as he unzipped his pants and began stroking in earnest.  Despite his best intentions he was always so attracted to dirty women.
The bombshell took one guy around the corner and stood underneath a street light and dropped to her knees.  The second guy stood "look out".   I think she likes an audience, it's like she is on stage underneath that light.  She positioned herself between the guys feet and raised up her miniskirt so that her bald, pantiless crotch was on display.  Then she licked her lips and glanced out to the street and smiled.  Did she just look right at me?  

Monday, November 12, 2012

Paying for IT.

He jerked back and pulled his thick glistening ebony cock from her hungry pussy... 'You owe me bitch! No more cock for you unless you pay!"  Kathleen was pushing her hips back and moaning and writhing. "Please no please don't stop.. i want that big black cock.. please!"  He smirked and watched her aching juicy hole clinch and open..."  Then you'll be paying!  I want all that jewelry, off it goes bitch!"  She immediately stripped off her necklace, bracelet and sparkly diamond anniversary earrings and threw it into a pile on the bed.  He moved his pelvis forward and she felt the heat of his cock near her pussy, she pushed her hips back toward him and he jerked it away.  She squealed and begged "please please gimme that dick, i wanna feel it swell and burst in my cunt! PLEASE!"  Still hidden, quietly watching your wife from the closet, you wondered if the neighbors would hear her desperate pleading.  Then the big black stud laid his body over hers, gripped a handful of her hair and yanked her face sideways toward his full moist lips. "the wedding ring too bitch!" he growled.  Before he let go of her hair Kathleen had added the band and engagement ring to the pile of gold... 

Thursday, November 01, 2012

Tormenting Him

He was not a delicate man, some might call him burly.  He kept his head shaved and spent two hours a day at the gym… sometimes three or more when he really needed to let go.  He worked on Wall Street during the week trading.  He had to take his big and tall suits to the Chinese guy off Canal to get everything altered.  Clothing was not made for a giant like him.  On Saturday nights he worked as a bouncer at a little VIP’s only night club uptown.  When he got off at 4 am he went to the 24 hour fitness to work out before bed.  Sundays he slept late.  But that was his schedule before.

Today he is naked.  He on his knees.  He has a thick leather dog collar around his thick neck.  He is shaking a little.  His hands clasp each other behind his back.  There is a short leather leash attached to his neck by 8 inches of shiny chrome chain that hangs down his back and is nestled in his ass crack.  It is only long enough so that the leather loop for the handler dangles an inch below the crevasse where his balls hang.  She has hung a silver bell to the loop and he has been told not to ring it.  He has his mouth open and his tongue is reaching out.  She is teasing him. 

She is by no means a giant and next to him she is a sliver of a woman.  But in this moment she is monumental goddess.  She has knee high patent leather high heeled boots that add five inches to her stature.  She wears fishnets and a sheer black and red baby doll nighty.  Her breasts spill out of the top of the bodice and her ass is skillfully hidden behind the hem of the sheer fabric.  She is standing in front of him and for thirty minutes she has been brushing her body against his, leaning forward and resting her breasts against his face and even bending over and placing her ass crack carefully against the tip of that reaching out tongue.  He doesn't want to ring the bell and he knows he can not close his mouth or bring his tongue in or he will not get her reward.  Drool is streaming down his face and dribbling down his chin.  It has made shiny stripes on his smooth chest and droplets are disappearing into his tuft of fur above his cock.  His cock is angrily reaching up toward her, veins pulsating and gobs of precum are dripping off the tip like rage motivated tears…