It was late Sunday night when i decided to perform my task as my Master had assigned to me. Knowing how difficult and trying things had been in my life recently, and being the kind, understanding Master that He is, He has assigned to me a most enjoyable task of bathing and pleasuring myself…with my wrists firmly tied together.
So, excited to begin my task, i first found a soft black scarf that i had had for years, not minding if i got it wet and then i went into my bathroom to begin the tub around 9:30pm that night when everything had calmed down for the evening. i did have bubbles and i also brought my container of sea salt to the tub as well. After adding the bubbles, i let the water run and the tub filled and began to bubble nicely. i decided to bring in a glass of our newest wine purchase (Bully Hill, Felicity) with me. i lit up my favorite lemon grass candle and tied up my hair. i slowly disrobed from my full length red and black silk robe (my favorite…worn in honor of my Master) and stepped gently into the tub…almost a bit too hot for my liking, but i liked the way it licked at my skin like little fiery flames. i began to feel the excitement already building inside me. So, wincing, i forced myself into the hot water and eased my body all the way in until it covered me all the way up to my breasts…and they were bobbing nicely in the hot water. i opened the container of sea salt and begin spreading it all over my body, part by part, rubbing the rough granules in, feeling it refresh my skin. Every so often, sipping the chilled, full bodied wine and loving how when it slid slowly down my throat, i felt it warm my insides as much as the water was warming me on the outside. i was quite pleased with the selection. By now, the scent of the candle had completely filled the room and all my senses seemed to be heightened. When i had finished with the sea salt, my skin from head to toe felt soft and was glowing a beautiful rosy red. Although, i had never combined using the sea salt scrub with bubbles, i had rather enjoyed it nicely. i laid back for a moment, letting the heat sink into my body, feeling small beads of sweat lightly cover my forehead. › Continue reading
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Lynn wasn’t a fitness freak, but did like to stay trim. There were fancier gyms around, but the Y offered a good value, and with kids at home, and no husband, she had to watch what she spent. Besides, the expensive gyms didn’t have a pool, and if you went there, you had to dress the part. Here, old sweats and a t shirt were fine. The Y had undergone some remodeling too, and had nice weight rooms, separated with the free weights in one, and the machines in another. Lynn was making the rounds on the machines, having a good slow workout She would take a swim, shower, and then off to home, where the twins would be waiting. She rode the stationary bike to a slowdown, wiping the sweat from her forehead, under the dark curls of her short light brown hair. She got off the bike , and caught her reflection in the big mirrors. Not bad, for a thirtysomething mother of twin teens. She paused a moment to look, as she was alone. › Continue reading
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“Author’s Note: This is the second and concluding part of a series on light domination. It features bondage, control and lesbian d/s, but no pain or humiliation. If the themes featured in this story don’t offend you, read on and enjoy.
It would be nice if you read the first part for context, but in case you are in a hurry and are champing at the bit, here is an executive summary of the action so far:
Abigail is haunted by erotic dreams of submission and bondage. She follows her destiny to the Blindfold, an establishment that caters to more extreme sexual tastes. There she meets the owner, Alex, and ends the night in his arms. That night, she begins to learn her true sexual self, a self that she had suspected but never truly understood. In this part, her journey of sensual discovery continues.” › Continue reading
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“edited by angel love”
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I knew it would take a long time to get over the death of my Dom Carl and my fellow sister in the lifestyle, Monica. For five years I had given myself freely to Carl when he and Monica took me in and I began to cohabitate with them. Carl and Monica both satisfied my desires for submission and love in every way I could have asked for.
Carl treated us both equally as our Master in every respect. That included sex, Domination, love, caring and when needed discipline. The three of us shared the same bedroom and the same king sized bed. Whoever slept in the middle that night was the lucky one depending on your perspective I guess. › Continue reading
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During the first hour of our drive back from Philadelphia to my home on the Jersey shore, Beth was totally silent. She wore a blue denim skirt, no stockings, a bright red pull-over with a gold Seton Hall University emblem on the front, and sneakers without socks. From the way her nipples protruded nicely into the pull-over, I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. Perhaps 15 minutes into the trip, without a word, she threw the sneakers into the back seat. Ignoring me totally, she curled her feet under her buttocks and put on the same, sullen look she had started out with. I sensed her mind was buzzing like a bee in a bottle. I also knew she would have to come out of this on her own. › Continue reading
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