Wednesday, December 3, 2008

This time of year

This time of year, Christmas time, reminds me of a time when I was approached by a woman I know who needed a stress reliever. This happened about 8 years ago. Wow, time flies when you are having fun. I had met this woman online via a BDSM site. She was quite a bit older then me, as a matter of fact, I think she was old enough to be my mother. We chatted for a few weeks before meeting for lunch one day. She was charming, funny and attentive. A very beautiful woman. I remember first meeting her, she looked me up and down and commented on how young I looked. I smiled and replied, doesn't matter what my age is, what matters is how well you will take my bare hand on your ass. Needless to say, we shared many laughs during that Christmas. We both came to the conclusion at that first lunch that we would never go beyond a friendship. She had a hard time being anything other then friends with a man who was her sons age. She worked 2 jobs during Christmas. Her full time job and a part time job at the mall for Christmas money.

I got an email from her one morning asking for a favor. Being the nice guy I was and thinking a friend needs help, who am I to turn down a friend. Especially someone as hot as she is. I'm thinking she wants me to help her bring a tree home, or hang some lights. I responded said sure, what is it you need help with. Her email reply was her phone number and a request to call her as soon as I could. Fumbling for the phone, I called her back. It was like I just heard my name on the radio for a contest and I had 30 seconds to call. She was laughing when she answered the phone and commented that I was quick. "I hope your not so quick in other things you do." Did I mention she LOVED to tease and torment the fuck out of me? Yes we both agreed to keep it a friendship, but that didn't mean we could tease one another. After a few more flirts, I finally asked her out of frustration what she wanted help with. After a moment of silence, I growled (something I am good at with submissives) "Spit it out, I do not have all day!"

I could here her take in a deep breath and then she held it. "I need a release."

"What sort of release?" More silence. "Look, I don't have all day and I do not have patience for a woman who wants something but is then silent." Sometimes you just know what someone wants but they cant or don't want to say it.

Another deep breath. "My part time job is very stressful with all the customers and manager on my back. I have an employee meeting and I am too stressed to go to it. I need a release. I need you to give me a good hard discipline spanking to relieve the stress. Can you please help me?" I so love a woman that begs and pleads. Damn she had me hook line and sinker. Friend? Hell yes I will be a friend and help a friend in need.

Now it was my turn to take a deep breath. Ok, here is a woman I lust over and she is pleading with me to spank her ass. Oh but wait. There is a submissive who is with me. A sub who I enjoy spending time with. A sub I am being a mentor to, helping her, giving her a place to stay because her current situation is bad. So instead of quickly replying yes I will, I tell my friend she must seek permission from the submissive staying with me.

Hey, look, yes I am an asshole, yes I am the Dominate, yes I am strict and stern, but I am also nice and considerate of others. I think that is what makes me a good Dom. Plus a humiliating a submissive into asking another for permission to receive a spanking from me works too. My submissive spoke with her, I heard her giggle a few times, did I mention she was younger and in college? She came back to me in about 5 mins, handed me the phone and asked me with her cute girly eyes if she could watch, said it loud enough that the friend on the phone could hear her. The gasp that came through the phone was loud enough we all heard it. Hell I think the neighbor next door heard it. I smiled, put the phone to my ear and replied, "Did you hear that?" With a chuckle I winked at my submissive.

And another deep breath. "Oh please, I don't know if I can let her watch. Maybe this was a bad idea."

I laughed my evil laugh. For those who have heard it, is the hair standing up on your neck now remembering that laugh? Good. I growled, "I will see you in 10 minutes and YES, she will be watching." I gave her directions to my place and hung up. 10 minutes on the dot, there was a knock at the door. I answered the door, looking at the top of my friends head. This was a side I had never seen. She always met me eye to eye. Now I was seeing the submissive in her. She mumbled a nervous hello and asked permission to enter. Stepping aside, I allow her in. Let me paint the picture before me. She came in the door, turned and stood 2 feet from me. I had to push her in a little more, just so I could shut the door. A woman, who was about 5'4" and 100 pounds on a wet day stood before me, back to me, dressed in black jeans and a red sweater. Her long brown hair was in a pony tail, her sweet perfume flooded my nostrils. I walked around in front of her, she was still looking at the floor. Her hands were crossed in front of her, fingers locked together. You could smell the nervousness. Her perfume could not hide it. I looked over her shoulder to my submissive and motioned with my hand for her to take my friend by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. My submissive grabbed her clammy wet hands and lead her down the hall to the bedroom. I came in a few minutes later to find my friend still standing, head lowered, hands in front of her and stiff as a board. My submissive was quietly standing in the corner. Her corner, a corner she knew all too well. That's a different post. I used my hand, picked her chin up so our eyes could meet. I asked her to take a deep breath and relax. We discussed how much she wanted, a safe word, and what the limits were. A simple bare handed spanking, no sexual contact and no safe word needed. I was to use my own judgement on how many and how long and how hard to administer the spanking. I sat on the edge of the bed, told her to pull her jeans down to the ankles, including panties and lay across my left knee. She looked like a nervous 19yo virgin. She was trembling. I took her cold clammy hands in mine, firmly squeezed them and told her to take a deep breath. "This is what you want. Everything will be fine."

She laid herself across my knee, her elbows and hands on my bed. I placed my left arm across her back to hold her in place, left hand holding her waist to keep her from sliding off. My right hand rubbed and caressed her firm tight ass. I asked once more if she wanted a safe word. She shook her head. I told her I wanted a word response. "No Sir, I do not need one."

The first swat was soft and gentle. She second and third were a little firmer. The fourth and fifth were across the back of her thighs. A little rubbing, a little pinching, a smile and laugh, I looked over at my submissive who was standing in her corner, red faced. The sixth swat came more forceful then the others. That's when I felt my friend relax. Her body turned warm, she laid her face on the bed, and her chest rose and fell with long deep breaths. Body actions tell you everything. She wanted it hard. Then I remember her asking, I want a discipline spanking. I asked, "Have you been a mean bitch to the customers at work?" "Yes Sir I have been. I am sorry Sir."

After about 30 minutes, she stood, her ass red and welted. The nerves in her legs and ass were on fire. The goose bumps were like mountains. She stood before me, pulled her panties and jeans up. she gritted her teeth as the rough denim pulled across her legs. She smiled at me. Thanked me and kissed my lips. I walked her to the door and as I opened the door, she turned to me, thanked me once more and smiled. As she walked out the door, I swatted her ass once more. I returned to my room and found my submissive still standing in the corner. We discussed what happened, enjoyed a moment, which I wont go into and went about our day.

The next morning, about 6am, there was a knock on the door. Grumbling as I went to the door, I peered through the peep hole and saw my friend standing there. I opened the door and asked why she was banging on my door at 6 in the morning. She asked to come in, but didn't wait for my response. She had a spring in her step, a broad smile and looked like a little girl who just got her first Barbi. "Why are you in such a good mood?" I asked as I closed the door. When I turned around, she was standing on her tip toes and her lips met mine. Not expecting this I resisted slightly, but gave in when I felt her tongue on my lips. After the kiss, she pulled away, thanked me many time for yesterday and said, "I couldn't wait, I had to come as soon as I could to show you." She turned and bounced down the hall to my bed room. I called after her, "Show me what?" When I entered my bedroom, she was bent over my bed, her pants around her ankles, no panties on. What was before me was art. Beautiful art. Her ass and back of her legs was a beautiful mix of purples and reds. Several hand prints were visible still. I reached out and gently touched the bruises. The day before, her skin was soft and smooth. Today her ass was welted, hot and tender. I admired my handy work, pun intended, and smiled broadly.

She stood, pulled her pants up, kissed me once more and walked out. As I bid her a good day and swatted her once more, sorry, couldn't resist. I smiled, shut the door behind her and turned to go take a shower. I said to myself, "What a good friend I am."

I will inflict the pain, but I will kiss away the tears.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Thinking back.....

I was just sitting here rereading my first post on here and reflecting back on my experiences when something hit me. I know I posted about reading a story and it peaking my interests, but it goes back further then that. I believe I was 18 or 19 at the time. I was in college and worked part time for a Doctor in my hometown. When I say working, I did odd jobs for him, helped his wife in the garden etc. His wife was my first crush. An older woman, nice big firm tits. She stood 5ft on a tall day and she wore a size 2. Her tits were a 38d. I remember these things because I went through her under ware drawer once. Yes I know. I was a little deviant in my youth. Hell I still am, just wiser and more fucked up. I remember one summer, his wife and I had been working in the garden. It was a early in the summer so it wasn't too hot just yet. We had come in for a bite to eat. After eating, she was laying on the sofa complaining of her back hurting. I asked her if she needed a back rub to which she replied that would be great. I walk over to the sofa, kneel down and start gently rubbing her shoulders. Yes I know, that isn't her back but remember I was young. Let me get on with the story, I am getting to her back. Sheesh. Anyhow, she responds by telling me how good that felt but that the stiffness was in her lower back from all the bending over we were doing in the garden. Her big tits weren't helping I am sure, but she never said that. So I moved down her back and started a slow deep rub on her back. After a few minutes I noticed she was gently humping the sofa. I could see her hips rising and lowering. I got daring, rested one hand on the back of her thigh while still rubbing her back. She didn't tell me to stop or move my hand. I moved my hand higher and then finally under her shorts and instantly sank 2 fingers into her dripping wet pussy. She instantly reached back, grabbing my wrist firmly and began humping my fingers. My other hand reached forward and started groping at her breasts. I remember looking down at the tent in my shorts and seeing my cock pressed against the side of the sofa. Just as she was reaching for my cock, the phone rang, scaring us both. She jumped up, hurried to the phone and answered it. I bolted out of the room. I was scared and nervous. Later that day, we were back in the garden and working away. Neither of us saying anything about what happened. She went into the garden shed for something. She hollered out for me to come help her with something. Reluctantly I went to help, but when I walked in there, she was standing there with her hands on her hips. She said we need to talk about what happened a while ago. She was telling me how wrong that was, I am younger then her, she is married blah blah blah. All I could think about were my fingers in her cunt and now I wanted my cock in her cunt. I walked towards her, grabbing her by the shoulders to kiss her, but she pulled away and slapped me across the face. Instantly she began to apologize and said she didn't mean to. She leaned into me, wrapped her arms around me and began sobbing telling me how her husband doesn't make love to her anymore. All he wants to do is fuck and get his cock sucked. I smiled and wanted to say, whats wrong with that? While I had my arms around her, my cock started growing again. She reached into my shorts and began to stroke it gently. She looked up at me and told me how she loves to be taken by a big strong man. She looked me in the eyes and growled at me to fuck her like an animal. Picking her up and throwing her down on a bag of fertilizer, I ripped her shorts from her body. She clawed at my back as I thrust into her.

Not wanting this to be a porn story, I will tell you that when it was said and done, she was cooing and nuzzling against me. Thinking back to that, I now realize that she was/is a submissive. She has the traits and characteristics of one. If I could go back to then with the knowledge I have now, who knows where that would have gone. A couple of years went by after that day before we had another fling. Her and her husband had started a business on their land and I was working for them. One day she asked me to help her with something at the house, away from the business. When I walked into her garage, she was immediately on her knees and trying to get my cock out. She was rough with me and responded when I was rough with her. Long story short, remembering back, that was my first time as a Dominate. My first experience with a submissive. The bad thing is, I didn't know it at the time. If I could go back to that day in the living room, while rubbing her back, things would be a lot different.

Thinking back.......... Man, the power I had at such an early age.

I will inflict the pain, but I will kiss away the tears.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Mind fuck

So here I sit today at work, trying to accomplish something and the only thing running through my head is ways to manipulate and control a submissive. A good mind fuck always works. I don't think there is a set way to control the mind. For me, it all hinges on the sub, the time of day, whats going on in the scene etc etc. Many times it depends on my mood. I remember one time when I was with my first submissive we were staying in a hotel and I had used all the rope I had at the time to tie and bind her body. Hands behind her back, elbows pulled together. I even used another rope to make a arm binder by wrapping from her wrists to above her elbows. I used smaller rope, 1/8in to be exact, and bound her big tits up. I went a little tighter then normal and turned them a nice dark shade of purple. I remember her tits being cold to the touch. But her nipples were still sensitive. Nothing like using a wheel on them to really get the nerves to fire off. I used more rope on her legs, tied her ankles and knees together. I contemplated hog tieing her, but then I wouldn't be able to look into her eyes for what was coming afterwards. She had a 3in collar on with rings front and back. I took some rope, tripled it up and tied it to the front ring on the collar, ran it down between her legs, pulled it tightly like I was saddling a horse and tied it to the back ring of the collar. That smooth nylon rope in her wet slit and on her throbbing clit caused her a lot of discomfort. Poor thing wanted to cum so bad. We maybe not poor thing. Denial is such a great thing. Anyhow, on to the mind fuck of all of this. Once she was bound nice and tight, I got out my knife and flashed the blade in her eyes. Letting her see it. She was not into edge or knife play and instantly began squirming and pleading with me. "Please no knife" "I cant do a knife" The tears and fear in her eyes was true and sincere. Nothing like a good mind fuck. I said, don't be scared, I am not going to cut you. Taking the cold steel and using it to wipe away a tear sliding down her cheek, she clenched her eyes shut and begged more. The snot building in her nose and making it difficult for her to breath through her nose cause her to open her mouth for a breath. Well, to stop the begging, I stuffed one of her stockings in her mouth and growled, "no more whining"

At the end of the scene, she was licking my knife. She soon discovered that I was not out to cut her or hurt her with the knife. I was using the knife to tickle her skin. The get the nerve endings to fire off. I used the knife to cut all the rope off of her. Except for the rope that bound her tits. Needless to say, after that day, when unpacking the toy bag for play, she ALWAYS laid the knife out next to the flogger as her way of saying, the knife is my #2 favorite item now. Nothing like a good mind fuck to push the limits of a submissive.

I will inflict the pain, but I will kiss away the tears.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

My first post

Today is the day I finally decided to start my first blog. I asked a very close friend what site she uses for her blog and she recommended this. I shouldn't call her a close friend. She is one of the few women in my life that has a place in my heart forever. She is a true friend when it comes to a lifestyle I enjoy. That lifestyle is BDSM. If you are reading this, I am sure you know what I am talking about. If you do not, then keep checking back because that is the purpose of my blog.

First off, let me give you a little background on me. I am a 36yo man, living in Central KY. I am married to a wonderful woman, my lover and best friend. I am a Dominate by nature. I discovered this lifestyle some 12 years ago surfing the Internet. I remember reading a story one time about a man who was controlling a woman in her everyday life. He controlled every aspect about her. Her clothing, her food, when she went to bed, when she woke, etc etc.... Reading this story peaked my interest and I thought, hey I can do that. I can get into that. I started surfing, finding chat rooms on AOL and speaking to like minded people. I met a few people offline but the first one to really open my eyes to the inner sanctum of the lifestyle was a submissive from Nashville. She took me to my first munch, to my first play party and even to my first fair where I bought my first flogger. I still have that flogger today. It was at my first party that I became aware of my Dominate tendencies. I was only there observing, I even think I was wearing a name tag that designated me as a switch. I had been there for an hour or so when I noticed a Domme was trying to find someone to lace her corset for her. I approached her and asked if I could give it a try. As I was trying to tighten the strings she would not stand still as she was having social hour. Turning and twisting, chatting up other people. Finally I grabbed her firmly by her arms, pulled her tight against my body and through clenched teeth, I told her to stand still so I could finish what I am doing. She turned to face me, asked my name and excused herself. She returned with a Dominate tag, with my name on it and told me that I am a Dominate, should be labeled as such and if anyone EVER tried to tell me different to refer them to her. Later that night we chatted, laughed and shared many thoughts and ideas. One of her thoughts were that she only sees me as a Dominate, that the fire is in my eyes, the growl in my voice and the way I conduct and hold myself. I told me that she has not ever seen someone as natural as me in this role.

So, now that you know a little about me, I will end this post for now. Check back soon as I will be adding more later. I hope to talk more about myself, my thoughts, my opinions, the lifestyle, maybe even share a few stories.

Thank you for reading this and I hope you come back and learn more.



I will inflict the pain, but I will kiss away the tears.