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● Happy Birthday, Baby -- fiction

Happy Birthday, Baby         . .    a story with a little D/s flavor  . . . . . . . . . .  ©Quinn2014

Today is Avery’s birthday and  I’ve told him one of his gifts is a night of hot sex, doing whatever he wants —anything. I want to make him happy. At his house we have drinks and make out with  music on  and  the lights low.

'Your gift of doing whatever I want–-I love it, love you for that, honey.’ he said.

I’m turned on already, with the kissing and his hands to my breasts and pussy, now with my clothing half-off.  We’ve done some different things at times but I don’t know what he has in mind–I can hardly wait to find out ! He stood, pulling me to my feet, fondling my ass under my panties.  I’m so ready for this, right now !

‘I’ll be right back, honey.’ he said, as he pressed his thumb to tease my clit. He quickly returned, holding the special vibrator he got for me on my birthday–it’s quite powerful!  He makes me keep it at his house.‘
'What I want  tonight is for you to strip naked and  make yourself have an orgasm with this vibrator while I watch you.  That’s what I want for my birthday, sweetie.’ He sipped from his drink as he  settled into his club chair with a big grin. 

I felt kind of self-conscious, no one has ever watched me before, but the drinks and my growing arousal made my shyness fade away. The thought excited me, and I want to make him happy for his birthday.  I’d removed my shoes and top when his best friend, our neighbor Zack, suddenly came in  and sat on the sofa facing me – what’s he doing here ?

 Avery said  ‘You’re going to put on a show for both of us. This is what I want for my birthday gift.'
I guess I looked alarmed because he said   ‘No backing out now, honey!'
'No, no backing out.  Whatever you want, Avery – it’s your day.’

I quickly evaluated the situation. I had promised to do whatever he wanted, and I’ve always liked Zack, he’s a great guy.  I can do this, it’s not a problem.  Zack was grinning ear to ear.
Avery handed me his drink, telling me to gulp down the remainder. I did so, feeling warm and ‘sparkly’, really getting into it now,  feeling  sexy and ‘bad’. 

‘Ok, let’s’ go. . drop your skirt, then the bra, squeeze your boobs for us.  Now come up here close to us and drop those panties, baby,  spread your legs. . that's it, oh yeah, yeah !’
I was naked except for my black thigh-highs-–he wanted those to stay on. I was getting more aroused by the minute, and both of them had obvious hard-ons. Zack now had custody of the vibrator  and  I approached  to get it  from him.

‘Pay attention, honey.” Avery said. ‘I’ll be giving you  directions of what  to do for me, for us. First, stay where you are, close in front of Zack, that lucky so-and-so,  let him just look at you for a minute.’  Avery unzipped to free his cock in an impressive throbbing erection.  I adore his cock!
'Sure, whatever you say, it’s your day’ I said. My pussy was throbbing and I haven’t even started yet.

Zack squeezed my boobs, then trailed his hands down to my hips and down, then up my inner thighs, lingering. .
Oh  good lord ! Then he unzipped as well, his cock throbbing as it pointed to me.
‘You like this?’ You want this?  Oh yeah, you do !'  he said with a laugh.  Good god!  I had no idea he was so huge, and thick too. Wow! Both men immediately began stroking their erections.

Avery instructed me ‘Ok, do it for us - get busy, as they say. One more thing—don’t cum for 5 minutes.  We want a good show.  So come on,  get nasty for us!‘

When I touched the buzzing vibrator to myself...oh sweet lord!  I doubted if I could last even one minute.

‘Oh baby, that’s real nice, aren’t you nasty, yeah ..now switch it off.  Look at Zack, see how much his cock wants you.
I know you want him too, it’s only natural.  Now switch it back on, show us you’re  a nasty slut– get down and dirty.’ (oh god yes – I do want his cock ! I wanna be so nasty for him,  I want him to fuck me ! I want them both !) 

‘Switch it off.   Now  I want you  to give my man  Zack  a lap dance,  make it good. ’
He laughed as we both turned to him with puzzled looks, but Zack quickly turned me around, pulling me to a sitting position on him.  I could feel his throbbing cock growing even bigger under me, with its head near its natural target. I was visibly trembling from excitement.

‘Grind him,  you’re a dirty-girl,  do a dirty-girl lap dance for him, baby.  Do it.’
I couldn’t even think straight anymore.  As I ground and pressed into his cock, frantic with desire, he slid a couple fingers into me from below.  I was a nasty girl, a dirty nasty girl, and  I liked it ! t felt so good and natural.

‘Keep that thing buzzing, baby. Go ahead, Zack, go for it!  Take it–-fuck her good !'
But Zack was already pushing that huge cock into me, whispering – ’I’ve been dying to fuck you since the first time
I saw you, and I know you want me too . You want it bad,  you need it,  you need this‘ —as he claimed me with a force hard. and deep. (yes!  oh god– yes, yes!)

Avery was now standing close watching with a big smile, still stroking his cock. He took control of the vibrator, applying it with his expert touch, and within just seconds a tidal wave overtook me. My head was spinning and
I screamed and shuddered as Zack shot his hot load with great force, his hands holding me down tightly. I’ve never had an orgasm so intense! 

‘Oh yeah, just perfect, cumming for us like a big ole nasty whore!’ Avery said. ‘Now open up and stick out your tongue, you  slut.‘

I was weak and shaky, coming down, as Avery gave my tongue a long sensual, sexy lick, then slid his cock along my tongue, deep to the back of my throat,.  He held it there, making me gag.  He’d never made me gag on purpose before, but this is ‘his day, his way’. It clearly excited him.  Actually, it excited me too, while I struggled for air.
I liked him telling me what to do to please him and then doing whatever he wanted,  doing whatever he told me to do-- feeling his power over me. It was a new feeling  and  I liked it.  I liked it a lot!

Avery stopped fucking my throat and told Zack to keep me in position and hold my legs opened, and to not allow me to move. His cock was still twitching inside me–it didn’t want to leave yet!  Avery skillfully applied the vibrator on target.  It was now uncomfortable, somewhat painful, but he didn’t let up. He knew me, knew if he persisted another orgasm wasn’t far behind.
It worked its quick magic-- he saw the signs and said ‘come on, baby, come on, cum for us again!’ 

It didn’t matter what he said, it was happening anyway.  I couldn’t move and was reduced to moaning like an animal, helpless, cumming a second, then third time.  ‘Forced’ is the term for it, I think. . I was their fucktoy.
Immediately Avery put his cock to my mouth again, vigorously pushing it down my throat. He began thrusting hard, then harder, more fiercely into my throat than ever before, grunting  with each thrust of conquest.  I didn’t know he had that in him,--his strength and power really excited me, even as I struggled for breath again.  I pulled him close, then closer, tighter, with my hands to his ass. 

‘What a nasty girl,  2 cocks and you want more ! You’re a cock-whore,  that’s what you are’, he said.
Zack slid a finger into my ass, twirling it, while whispering ’cock-whore’ and ’dirty slut’ in my ear. That made me so damn hot for his huge cock again!  So yes, it seems that I am indeed a cock-whore!

Avery vigorously shot his load into my throat, grunting happily as it seemed to just keep on flowing.  He pulled out quickly to squirt the remainder onto my boobs and belly; he likes to watch his cum squirting onto me, marking me as his.  I  am  his.  I love his sweet cum dripping all over me.
'Happy Birthday, baby!’

‘It’s still my day and I want something more now- anything that I wanted, you promised. What I want now is for you to tell Zack to come back over here tomorrow, and any other time he wishes, so I can watch him fuck you again, and again.  And one more thing...’
He whispered to me the additional requirement.  His words made me flush with a sudden new excitement.

I repeated to Zack— ‘I want you to come back tomorrow and any other day you wish, to fuck me in front of Avery.’
He could not stop smiling ! I repeated Avery’s whispered words – ‘and tomorrow and any other day you wish,  you are to bring another man to fuck me after you fuck me.’

‘Oh yeah ! Sure thing, baby--you bet! See you and your hungry pussy tomorrow.  I’m gonna fuck you until you scream for mercy, but no mercy!  I don't stop.  When I finally let you loose, my buddy is gonna fuck that pussy long and hard too.  We are gonna use you up, girl !   How does that sound to you, Avery?  You are one twisted dude– but gotta love it!’
‘Yes, yes –great ! That’s just what I want. I can hardly wait.!  Thanks,  Zack, thanks so much for making my birthday so memorable.  See ya tomorrow.’ 

I was sitting on the floor now, resting against the wall after my intense workout.
Avery put  his cock to my mouth, demanding it be licked clean. When he did that once before, I didn’t like it then, and still don’t-- but he wants it, so I do it.  I promised, for his birthday, whatever he wants.  I want nothing more than to make him happy.  I love him !

He told me to fetch a beer, and we rested for a while, sitting against the wall, sharing the bottle.
I saw that his cock was waking up and growing, and he told me to spread my legs open so he could see my pussy, dripping with Zack’s cum. He dipped his fingers in the slippery cum and teased my clit. 

‘How’s my Good Girl doing ? The night isn’t over yet, it’s still my birthday. Now turn around for me, sweetness.
I need to fuck my dirty little slut, doggy style– you know,  like you’re a dog.  So get on your hands and knees with your sweet little ass up high—my Good Girl  cock-whore.'

I did as told-–whatever he tells me to do, I do. There was something about him saying  ‘Good Girl’  that had a definite strange effect, making me tremble and feel floaty and dizzy, with the butterflies.  I don’t know why.
It was a new and exciting feeling, one equally powerful and pleasurable--like a 'high’ that I never wanted to come down from. 

With his hands gripping my pelvis, lifting it, he plowed his hot cock into me with a force I’d never known.
The ‘doggy-style’ feels so primal to me, raw and animalistic,  just pure fucking.  I love him just taking me like that,  being his fuck-hole.  That’s what he wants now and I want it too, to make him happy this way. When he shot his cum deep into me, he pulled out to watch the remainder splatter my on ass and back, ‘marking me’ as he likes to do.

‘You’re mine.  Mine.  All MINE.’  he said.  ‘Happy birthday to me !’

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. . . .  an  excerpt  from  the  sequel  'Later  That  Same  Day' .
a deep look into the  planned, methodical seduction .of  a woman in love  

into  absolute  submissive  servitude  to the man  she  thought  she  knew  

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Avery handed me a glass of orange juice and a towel as I recuperated from our intense session of  ‘birthday sex’.     
 I gave him  a  long  kiss and said ‘Happy Birthday, honey.  I  love you,  Avery.’

‘Love you too, my sweet little slut.  Drink your juice.  Thank you for giving yourself over to me tonight for my pleasure - the perfect gift ! It showed me that you have the necessary ability, as well as the desire, to make me happy, to please me.  The ability is so important ! You enjoy pleasing me, don’t you?

’Yes,  I  do. Very  much.’

‘Of course you do.  Tomorrow when Zack and his friend come here to fuck you, I will be always close,  supervising and directing the activity.  No one will harm you– it’s all good.  But you shall do whatever the guys want, for my entertainment, that will please me.  And you want to please me, you want this, don’t you !  I can see it.  A whore at heart’, he laughed.

I had already been picturing tomorrow’s fuck-fest.  I’ve never fucked more than one man on any day, before tonight. The thing of Avery wanting to watch someone else fuck me and being right there close– I don’t  really understand it,  but it made me hot when it happened.    And tomorrow Zack will fuck me again, with that big hot cock, then his friend will fuck me, whoever he is . . anonymous slut whore sex with the other two men watching.
Thinking of this had me excited and aroused again. So I suppose  that did make me a whore at heart.  His  whore.

‘Go  make me a  drink, baby. Make  one  for  yourself  too, and make ’em strong.’

‘Sure,  Avery.  Anything  for  you.’

When I returned he had a small velvet bag that I’d never seen before. He quickly drank his whiskey, staring at me as I drained about half of my orange juice and vodka.  Something about the look on his face told  me to finish my drink although I didn’t really want  all of  it.

‘Good, very  good.   Do you have to use the bathroom ?’

I did, and headed that way.  When I turned to shut the door, there was Avery, keeping it open with  his body wedged by the door and wall.

‘You need to piss,  so go  ahead  and  piss. I’m  going  to  watch.’

‘Come on  Avery, how about a little privacy ?’

‘N O.  You don’t need privacy from me.  I want to watch you piss and I will, even though you are embarrassed.  Anything  I wanted,  you said.  Do  it.  Do it now.’

True, I was embarrassed  but I badly needed to piss. There was something about doing as ordered that gave me an unfamiliar excited feeling, like an accomplishment, that I was making  him  happy.

‘Very good,  that’s my good girl.'

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             Later That Same Day  - The complete story on my other blog :: 
 https://bluebump.wordpress.com/2015/07/12/later-that-same-day/

●A Memorable First Date with Dom - D/s fiction

  (D/s fiction)        ©Quinn  2011/2015   

I am  dressed to meet you in the  manner  you  require-–appropriate for  an  elegant  public place but with ease of access for you, at your whim. I am excited to be with you and greatly anticipating  the  evening !

I‘m wearing a nice black Evan Picone blazer over a collarless scooped-necked buttoned red blouse which shows a hint of my ample cleavage. My black skirt is a modest  enough length– 3″ above the knee, with buttons up one side and a generous slit concealed in the back.  For you I wear black suede heels, simple with a flower of studded black leather.  They are uncomfortable –I do not like  wearing  heels– but I know they look  good and  I know you will like that I wore them for you. Under it all,  black  thigh-highs [as always]  and a corset-thong  set in red and  black.

I see your obvious approval  of my clothing when you first  lay eyes on me  and  that in itself  excites me.  A  good start to the evening.  During dinner you tell me in a low voice to un-do  three buttons of the skirt,  unseen under the table, as well as the top  two buttons of the blouse.   We are in a secluded booth away from other diners, but you will not embarrass me or yourself by  taking my compliance too far in public.

Instead you progress verbally, telling me that you would un-do another two blouse buttons, exposing my pushed-up breasts for your visual consumption. You tell me you would then have me spread my legs in their  black thigh-highs, as I un-do more skirt buttons,  exposing my  barely-covered  pussy area. 
And  you  state what you  would do with the exposed whore before you, were we not in a  public place.  I am quite excited– I  just want  to leave from the restaurant right now to be taken  and  claimed by your dominance !
But you take your sweet time,  dawdling over dessert and coffee.  You are making me crazy, Sir!  Of course, it’s all calculated on your part, secure in your authority over me, and delighting in your ability to provoke reactions in me. 

After what seems like forever  we are at last in your hotel room. You circle me with your strong arms and kiss me deeply. I am already wet from my arousal at dinner and the kiss arouses me further yet, with butterfly flip-flops in my  stomach.
You pull  away, taking  in the whole picture visually, then order me to sit on the bed  and do as you’d said at dinner, undoing more buttons. I comply, with four on the blouse and sixon the skirt,  with my legs spread, to expose my assets for  your approval. 

Slut–you  say,  smiling. You slut whore. Are you a slut  whore–my  slut  whore?‘

'Yes,  Sir.’   {I  like it  when a  Dom  calls  me  a  slut  and  whore,  it  gets  me  hot !}

You remove your jacket and tie, loosen your collar, remove your belt. Your hard-on is obvious in your pants.  You know that I am staring there and you smile to yourself; a sly smile, as if  thinking  of a private joke.  You are aware of my desire to  please you with  a passionate cock-sucking,  but  you have made it clear beforehand  that I must earn the privilege of pleasing  you in that way,  as  a preface to earning the  privilege of you fucking me.

You delight in the thought of creating difficulty for me, to test my resolve. Because you have taken me as your submissive,  I know and have implicitly agreed to the reality that you can,  and probably will, throw any number of challenges my way–just because you can and it amuses  you. 

    I feel that you can see into my head when you  tell me that  you sense a particular fear I have -- a fear and desire in darkness at the same time – to experience anal. You seem to already know that I am an  ‘ass-virgin’,  and run with it.  

You say:  Remove your clothing – except for the thigh-highs, thong and corset – and lay face down on my bed.   Do not  look at me.  Do as told. 

I comply, of course, with growing  anticipating mixed with a definite anxiety,  almost  a dread. 
I  trust  in my deepest  heart you  would never  want to harm me—I  know it.  But still I am afraid of anal. I’ve always been somewhat  repulsed by the thought of it, and I am afraid it will hurt more than I can  take, and not be at all erotic  for me – disappointing him. I know most men want this activity, for the tightness as well as it being the ultimate domination act.  For these reasons, wanting to please my Dom, I want  to  be  able  to  do  this  for  him.

I lie there, legs spread, waiting . . and waiting. You are silent, but I hear you removing your clothing.  You pour a drink. You put on some music. I do not look your way or speak but I wish you would just get on with it, get it over with.
I am ordered to  ‘assume the position' – face- down–ass -up.

I hear you behind me on the  bed, at the vee between my spread  legs.  I am both excited and scared, anxious.  You lean over me, your knees spreading my thighs further and the tip of your cock  in contact with a  cheek. You  whisper  to my  ear, lowly:

Do you truly want to please me, to surrender and submit to me–will you do whatever I want of you?

A  whispered  answer :  ‘Yes  Sir.’

Say  it out  loud,  you say.

‘Yes, Sir,  I  do,  I will,  Sir.’  

Good Girl.  You want to be my Good Girl,  don’t you?  My Good Girl who earns what she wants from  me ?

‘Yes,  Sir, I’m a Good Girl !’

You sit  back,  playing  with my ass cheeks, spreading  them some, then slapping  my ass  a  few  times.

You like  that,  don’t  you, slut ?

‘Yes,  Sir.’

Tell  me  truthfully,  you do not  really  want  me  to  fuck your ass,  do you?

‘No,  Sir.‘              You strike my  ass  sharply  several  times.

Then you were dishonest when you agreed that you would do anything I wanted. Is that a correct statement?

‘No, it’s not. I do want to please you, very much. I answered honestly. You make it seem like I'm lying to you. S I R.’

A  hand is  placed to the  small of my back for restraint and the other hand spanks  me  hard  and  fast.  Not an  erotic  spank,  but  punishing  strikes,  stinging  and  burning.

You  were warned of consequences for running that sassy mouth,  slut. .  (the  strikes  continue.)  I  will  not  tolerate  your disrespect  or  lying. . .this  goes  without  saying.

Silent tears are streaking  my  face at  the  punishing  pain,  and  that  you  are  already displeased  with  me.

‘Yes, Sir. Thank  you.  Sir. . I’m  sorry, Sir, for insolence and disrespect.  I’m sorry, please forgive me,  Sir.’

It matters little to me if you are sorry–words are easy. Understand that your integrity is damaged  from your  disrespect of me.  You  shall  take  a lesson  from  this– you  say.   Now  turn  over  and  sit up.

The  strikes have  stopped;  my skin is on fire.  I sit up, the tears still  flowing.  You  hold  me  close  and  whisper :

No  more  tears.  Be  a  Good Girl.   We  move  on  now.

‘Yes,  Sir,  thank   you,  Sir.  Thank   you.’

You  kiss me  again,  a real ‘make-out’ kiss  that  fuels  a new  surge in my  arousal.  

‘Sir,  permission  to  speak  freely?’

Yes,  tell me what you want me to know.

‘Sir,  may  I   pleasure  you  now  by   sucking  your  cock?  Sir?’

You reply : Oh,  you will – I require it,  to be sure,  but  you’re not there yet. 

[Fuck !  what do I have to do for that ??— but it stays in my head this  time.

I almost sassed again as a reflex,  but manage to hold my tongue. I learn! ] 

You say :  I wanted to test your resolve of sincerity with a commitment to submit to an anal fuck.  We will address that later, be assured. There is something  else  that presents a barrier of fear for you.  I believe I know what it is, but you are to tell me.  What do you think I will require of you in your submission,  for you to earn my approval?  You are to tell me.  Now.

I don’t know what to do. I do not want to say it,  as that will guarantee it happening.  I’m starting to rethink this whole thing –why in hell does he need to make it all so difficult and dramatic?  I just want to suck his beautiful cock to bring him pleasure, and to have him fuck me however he  wishes.  That’s a good deal to me !

I am waiting:  you  say.  Tell  me. Now.

I’m trying to decide  yay or nay, with your pressure on me muddling my head.

Stand up:  you say,  taking my arm to lead me to a short hallway.

   Do you refuse  to comply  with my order to tell me?

‘I just can’t, Sir.’   I feel like I’m near tears again,  fighting hard to control it. 

With your grip  firm on my arm and your gaze straight,  excluding me, I am led down the hall  and  told to strip naked and put my face to  the wall.  Your tone of voice is  even,  a measured  control  in your displeasure.  You release your grip and speak softly to me, your face  inches  from  mine  as you apply a blindfold.  I love blindfolds  but  this  is different--it is not  erotic now. In  fact it starts a fear bouncing  wildly in my head.  I don’t  dare  speak.

You say:  You made an agreement to surrender your will to me. I accepted,  and it is mine now,  mine–if you are my submissive. You trust me in my knowledge and judgment to make all decisions, in thiat I know best what to do in my natural dominance. Is this an accurate  statement?.

‘Yes, Sir.’

Say  that  again.

‘Yes  Sir,  that  is  accurate.’

Do  you  wish  to  have  me  as  your  Dom — your   Master?

‘Yes,  Sir,  please.  I  do.'

Very  well  then,  you  will  accept  my  decisions.
‘Yes, Sir,  I  will.’

And   you  acknowledge  the  disrespect  of  not  complying   with  my  order?

'Yes,  Sir,  I  admit  that.’

You  command  me  to  turn  around.

I’m startled by a quick sharp slap to my face. .followed by a deep kiss and your hard cock  grinding on me.. oh god. . Another much harder slap, followed by a quick but skillful tease of my clit.  as you kiss me again . . oh god please - just fuck me now !  

You  say:  Disrespect pays a price.  It is necessary that you learn and evolve from your mistakes.  So listen closely to me now, and understand. Lace your fingers together behind your head, like a cop would tell you. You are not to speak until spoken to, nor move from that position until I am done with the punishment, and permit you to move and speak.  Tell me you  understand.

 

‘Yes,  Sir,  I understand,  Sir.’   I am led into a room off the hall.

I'm a little frightened. . and suddenly aroused as well !  I can hear you moving about, then  hear nothing for what seems a long time. I am becoming uncomfortable holding the assigned pose but determined to keep to your order, not from fear  but in my absolute need to please  you.

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.  .  .  . .  then   it   happens .  .  .

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You say : You know you needed for this to happen. You have  earned punishment, and you are feeling  very humiliated now-- good, I want that !  You need that, but this also arouses you in  a  confusing way.  You need this. You need it and you want it. You love it and crave it!  Tell me.  Tell me.  Say  it now, slut,  tell me.

‘Oh god– Yes, Sir ! Yes Sir! . . oh god  yes,  yes,  I do need  it,  yes---please !  I love  it, I need it !  I do. Master,  I’m helpless in my surrender to you,  Sir. .  . thank you !‘ 

I know the truth --there is no hiding from you. You know me. I am Yours.  You knew that I needed this,  you knew it when I myself did not.  I crave your approval, your  touch– I need you above all that I know and  I tremble  before your rightful  dominance.  I feel so intensely close to  you now, totally possessed  and  owned. . .  complete.

‘‘Thank  you,  thank  you.  Sir.’

You  kiss  me  and  say  you  are  so  proud  of  your  Good  Girl. 

I’m  glowing.  ‘Thank   you,  Sir!’ 

Good  Girl– my  best Good Girl.  Yes. . yes, my  sweet whore– my slut whore - you are Mine.  Your purpose is to please me and serve me as I wish- I am your Master!  You belong to me, I own you. You  are  Mine.   

As you pronounced your ownership of me, I watched your beautiful cock grow and point to heaven in response to what thosewords defined in you,   a manifestation of your total power.
And those words shot me like a hot arrow, branding me to my core. . . an immediate trembling  explosion of utter and pure happiness.

You continued :

You will kneel to me now, to honor my rightful dominance with your absolute surrender in  submission.  Prove to me you are worthy to please  me.  Get on your knees to me and suck my  cock,  love my cock, worship my cock,  the  way I tell you– and  do  not stop until  told. 
Put your hands behind your neck,  with your fingers laced as before.  You will do as I say, at all times, because you want nothing more than to please me,  to be my Good Girl.  If you perform  to my liking,  as I trust you shall,  I will allow you to cum,  when I want it from you. This is only  the beginning ! 

 ’Oh thank you, yes, for allowing me  your cock.  I want nothing more in this world than to please and serve you,  to honor you,  I need it.  Thank  you,  Master. . . My  Master.’
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..................  author’s note :  What ‘it’ was –her fear &  her experience -- is  intentionally  not  specified, and  not necessarily what you may assume.  The  reader can use  her/his own  point  of reference.

♥ A submissive's creed - 2 variations

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D/s 101 Get to know the basics of bdsm before you begin. What on earth is D/s? What does it mean and is it for you? Dom/sub 101 is my attempt at explaining it all as simply as possible.

The Healthy Submissive A submissive  realizes and acknowledges that she functions AT HER BEST in relation to another person in  the nonsexual aspects of being submissive: "am I sick because I yearn to depend on, and follow the lead of a man stronger than myself?

Submission Submission is an action of personal strength. To overcome internal resistance the submissive must control their desire or need to maintain personal control in the creation and delivery of all personal decisions. They must overcome....

Submission From Strength I simply want other submissives and dominants to know that subservience and submission are two different kettles of fish.

Submissive Frenzies Submissive Frenzies are a state or condition that many if not all submissives will experience at one time or another.

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D/s 101 Get to know the basics of bdsm before you begin. What on earth is D/s? What does it mean and is it for you? Dom/sub 101 is my attempt at explaining it all as simply as possible. Domination and submission: A Dom's Point of View When I look around the web, and listen to people talk on IRC, I am amazed at the wealth of information that abounds on BDSM...in all of its flavors and varieties. Much of this information tends to be technique oriented..."how to flog" or "using clothes pins." There is nothing wrong with that... Advice to a Novice Dominant How does a new Dominant begin with a sub? This is a fantastic article which will help the newbies out there wanting to dominate me. I also encourage ALL Dom/Dommes to visit this page. There are some very good points regarding Dominance. Dom/sub 101 is my attempt at explaining it all as simply as possible. Points to Ponder - More Advice for Dominants Eight interesting points to think about regarding dominance. #1. If you have to lie about yourself in order to get someone to submit to you, they did not submit to you. Qualities of a Successful Dom Very few people actually have what it takes to be successful dominants, and real dominants are actually quite rare, as many more people have the desire to dominate someone sadomasochistically than have the ability to do it well. To dominate someone full-time and in person requires a lot of very hard work on the dominant's part; a successful dominant does this hard work because the rewards, for him, are worth it. New Master's Creed (The Modern Master) The Modern Master recognises His responsibility that in accepting the gift of submission  from His slave/submissive, He has obligations.

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