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March 3rd, 2007The Room
I entered the room unobtrusively. Being as shy as I am, public gatherings of any type caused me great deal of stress and anxiety. I scanned the room casually trying to appear at ease. Then I saw her. Striding across the room, looking like the goddess Aphrodite, whom as a mere mortal I could not deign to approach. My eyes were drawn by her legs, and a visage so lovely, it would make a bishop kick out a stained-glass window, renounce his vows, and end up in sexual addiction therapy.
Trying to appear engaged in the conversation and not as the stalker I was, I surrestipoulsy joined the group and started to profane intense interest in the origin of cosmetics. She startled me, by speaking directly to me, mentioning that it was refreshing to see a man so sexually confident as to admit an interest in cosmetics. It was obvious to me that she recognized my ploy. Smiling, she suggested I sit with her to continue our conversation in a semblance of privacy.
With a pounding heart and a mouth so dry I could not speak, I just nodded my head like a buffoon bobble head parody of a politician and quickly agreed. As we sat, she turned and smiled and said my name is MsKate. Blushing, I replied stammering out my name is Asia. MsKate asked if she made me nervous. I replied I felt like the French must’ve felt watching the Germans march up the Champ D’Elyse.
She asked “the question is do you want to be conquered or you going to put up a good fight?” Mesmerized by this lovely apparition I was slow to respond to her playful banter. She suddenly stated she was cold and to cover up my lack of mental acuity, quickly pulled a blanket over the two of us, insulating us into our own private world.
Ace and Blooky strolled over with Jemmie tottering unsteadily beside them. Jemmie is a sweet girl, but what was she thinking with those monstrous implants? Is she turned quickly; she blotted out the sun, as if there was a sudden eclipse.
All of a sudden under the blanket, I felt MsKate’s fingernails lightly caress my thigh. She whispered in my ear “MsAlly has a rule in this room; you’re not allowed to wear pants. I think you’re going to need some… reeducation”, and giggled softly. I protested I was wearing shorts, and did not know about the rules. She arched an eyebrow and replied that shorts were an abbreviation for short pants.
“What do you think Ace? I think this boy needs punishing.” As they continued conversing, I felt her hand wandering, probing my defenses. I squirmed uneasily and Jemmie asked if I was alright. I replied I thought I might be coming down with something, that I was aching and felt almost sickly. And then, I’m not sure but I thought I saw her put panties in her purse.
And then, her hand found the opening she had been searching for. I felt so…. violated, invaded. I knew how the Chinese must’ve felt when they saw the Mongols breaching the Great Wall. My defenses were shattered, my clothes ripped asunder. The tattered remnants dropped to my feet.
MsKate stood and extended her hand. “Would you like to dance?” She stood there smiling, waiting, and knowing full well my predicament. I sat there helpless, covered just by the blanket, and hampered by lack of blood flow. MsKate started to slowly writhe, and sensually sway her hips.
Tiffy and C.G. and Marikiss came over and a crowd soon gathered. I felt like a cobra watching a snake charmer. Miss Kate kept her eyes locked on mine, smiling an enigmatic smile, knowing exactly what she was doing. Her body was undulating, teasing, provoking, and causing a ripple of reactions around the room.
It was a sensuous dance such as I’d never seen. Faces were flushed, breathing was heightened, all conversations stopped. It was as if we all were frozen in time and space. Captured by her spell and her dance, we were helpless victims of the moment. And then…. she stopped.
There was a peculiar stillness, like a black hole in time. Everyone was afraid to move, to inadvertently erase the memory of her movements.
The next thing I know everything went black. I guess the lack of blood flow to my brain, had caused me to lose consciousness. When I came to, she was bent over me with a worried look on her face. She was tracing my lips with her finger, and I could smell a sweet succulent scintillating scent. Through the foggy recesses of my mind I tried to place it.
Was it ambrosia? Was it nirvana or nectar of the gods? But then I knew. She had dipped her finger in herself and used it as smelling salts to revive me. As long as I live, I will never forget that heavenly aroma. I knew it would haunt me until the day I died.
She sat back down beside me, and the party seemed to ebb and flow around us. People were stealing glances at her but afraid to approach her. It was as if she and I were in our own little world.
She cuddled up next to me under the blanket, firmly grasping me in her hand. “I think you’ve learned not to question me now, and I hope if we ever meet again, you will behave appropriately. I hope you’ve learned your lesson, and that my punishment wasn’t too …hard on you.” And she giggled at her pun.
She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. As she kissed, she stroked my rigidity, matching the rhythms of her tongue, with the rhythms of her hand. She gathered my clothes and stuffed them in her purse and gave me one final squeeze with her hand. And then she left.
I was dazed and in a state of confusion. Conflicting emotions ran through me. I felt like an object. I had been used like a toy. I felt violated, I felt invaded, I, I… wondered if she would ever sit with me again.
asia
Hannah’s Naughty Realm
March 2nd, 2007Well for those of you that didn’t know it already March 1st is National Pig Day! That’s right the little piggies have their own day. So to all the piggies out there thank you for being you!
‘There are also many indoor activities you can do to celebrate pig day. First of all, try and stick to a pink theme for the day (clothes, decorations, paper plates etc.)’ LOL play funny piggy games.
Oh and it’s also the year of the pig if you follow Chinese astrology - so it looks like the piggies are going to be out and about all year long!
Don’t forget be good piggies and shower your Mistresses with gifts!
Hannah
New Column***The male Mind
February 20th, 2007New column by men for men - LOL if you’d like to be considered just send an email with your work and we’ll let you know.
The first installment of ‘The male Mind’ is by sissyboy mike
Black Mailed into Slavery
When I walked through the door after work today I found several of my wife’s co-workers in our living room. Some of them I recognized, some I did not. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I saw the wicked smile my wife had on her face. I said hi to everyone and my wife, Hannah, told me to push play on the DVD player and sit down to enjoy the show.
I was expecting a chick-flick or something like that, but to my surprise it was me on the TV. Hannah paused the movie, and told everyone that she had suspected someone of snooping around her underwear drawer and had set up a hidden camera to catch the pervert. I knew I was busted, and tried to get up off the couch, but Hannah told me, in a very stern voice, to sit back down. I knew not to cross her, so I did as she said. She pushed play on the remote and the room full of her girlfriends all snickered when I pulled a pair of my wife’s panties out of the drawer and slowly started to sniff them and savor the freshly laundered scent, and the feel of the fabric on my face. I knew what I was about to do next, but I was hoping the camera angle would work to my favor; it didn’t. On the TV I slowly unzipped my pants and started pulling them down. I cringed and my wife’s friends all laughed when they realized that I was wearing another pair of panties under my work clothes. Hannah paused the DVD again and said, “let’s see what this pathetic fucker has on under those clothes today, shall we”. With that she told me to stand up and drop them. Everyone had already just saw me wearing panties so I thought, what the hell, and started doing as I was told. When I got my pants unzipped my wife reached over and just yanked them down to my ankles. There I was, standing before several of my wife’s friends wearing a pink thong. Everyone started laughing and then my wife pulled out our camera and snapped a picture. She told me that if I did not do exactly as she said that she would send this picture to everyone I work with, including my boss. It took a minute for what she was saying to sink in, but once it did, I knew things would never again be the same. I was now a slave and could only hope that my wife could find it in her heart to go easy on me. I would come to find out just how angry and bitter my wife was at being deceived.
Hannah asked me if I remembered what I did next on the video, and I lowered my head and told her that, yes, I did remember. She told me to enlighten our guests and walk over to the DVD and push play so that everyone could see. I reluctantly did this and everyone cheered when on the TV I started to rub the crotch of the panties. I laid down on the bed and pulled aside the panties and started stroking my cock. One of the ladies sitting in the room with us said, “I think that’s the smallest one I have ever seen.” The room erupted in laughter as my face turned a bright shade of red. My wife said, “Yes, I never wanted to hurt his feelings before, but now I could care less. I only married this worthless piece of shit because he could give me a comfortable life. Ever since we were married the only satisfaction I got was from his tongue and my own hand.”
I could not believe my ears. My own wife had completely turned on me in front of all her friends. Little did I know that this was only the beginning of a long life of pure Hell at the hands of these lovely ladies.
Tune in next time for the next chapter in my life of slavery at the hands of my wife Hannah and her friends.
Guest Mistress - Ms Carmen
February 13th, 2007Marathon
I awaken with a start, unsure for a moment where I am in the darkness. I hear the sound again, a low moan, almost a whimper. A smile spreads across my face as I remember, and I slide quickly from the bed, grabbing a sheer black robe to cover my nakedness. Then I laugh quietly to myself and let the robe slide to the floor. No need.
Moving through the darkness, my hand finds the doorframe, and I enter the next room, silently. A few loud cracks come from the faint red glow in the fireplace, the remains of a roaring fire from only a few hours ago. Aside from the fireplace, the room contains only a king size bed and a large overstuffed chair. Heavy draperies cover the windows. There is a small side table next to the bed. I can barely see all of this in the very faint light of the fireplace, but I don’t need to; I am very familiar with this room. My focus is on the center of the bed, the origin of the quiet moaning and whimpering which awakened me. As my eyes adjust in the darkness I can see the figure more clearly. It is a naked man, spread eagle on the bed, wrists bound to the bedposts, and ankles bound by restraints stretching to each of the posts on the footboard. He is blindfolded.
“Chilly?” He is startled by my voice; he hadn’t sensed my presence. I build up the fire quickly and move to the side table where a number of instruments and sex toys are laid out neatly.
“What shall we play now?” I whisper and the man whimpers slightly. In the light of the fire, now blazing, I see his cock begin to twitch and harden. I grab a long feather from the table and run it up and down across his thighs, speaking quietly, watching his cock respond. When it is fully erect, I grab it tightly and hold it, not moving. The prisoner gasps, then another moan escapes his lips. I squeeze, release. He whispers, hoarsely: “Oh, god, please.”
With a tiny laugh I begin to stroke his cock, up and down, steady firm strokes. No stopping, no hesitation. I feel the heat under my hand, the throbbing, the raging desire which is coursing through his body as he moves from side to side, then goes rigid with fear that he is going to release, knowing he can’t, knowing his punishment will be severe.
Continuing to stroke, I bend close to his face, “You better stop that. You better just control yourself, little man.” He goes even more rigid and I know he is right there, right at the edge, ready to explode.
I remove my hand from his cock.
He gives an anguished, exhausted cry and I watch with deep pleasure as his body trembles. His cock still stretches upward, hard, unyielding, as precum seeps from the head, pathetically. Weary from long hours (has it really been days?), my broken prisoner whines and whispers … “please.. Mistress … PLEASE!”
Laughing, I move toward the door, realizing that I’m famished. Time for a snack! I turn back to him, my hand on the doorframe, listening to his whining, realizing he is actually crying!
“I’ll be back in about 20 minutes. Then we’ll play some more!” As I head to the kitchen, his sobs bringing a smile to my lips.
Ms Carmen
Tia’s Cock Tales
February 11th, 2007Good Vibrations
Ok, so Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and you’re still racking your brain as to what sort of gift to give her, aren’t you? You know the candy and flowers thing is sort of cliche’ and you don’t want to be a typical putz. Lingerie? Well, that would be great but let’s face it, those teddies are really more for your pleasure than hers, aren’t they?
She’s a tech-savvy girl, you say? She loves her cell phone and uses her iPod religiously? Well, how about an OhMiBod? Now she can “cum” and go to her favorite tunes. Fun for both of you! Program her iPod with your favorite sexy tunes and let her plug into your “good vibrations”. Now that’s what I call inventive. Not sure where to get one? Here’s the link: www.ohmibod.com She will think you actually gave it some thought, not to mention the fact that you may get some great sex out of it. Plus, if you’re a shrimp dick boy she’ll actually appreciate it’s size.
Don’t forget to thank your Mistress
Hannah’s Naughty Realm
February 1st, 2007I found this bit of dishy information at Gridskippers for all of you that live in NYC - read on!
So we already wrote about great cruising spots in New York for the city’s gay men, but what about the heteros? They need some spots for public sex as well. Lucky for them there are loads of secluded and semi hidden spots for couples of any sexual orientation to get it on. Here are some great public sex spots for when home is too far away or just too private for your liking.
Click after the jump for our road-tested hot spots!
Tia’s Cock Tales
January 29th, 2007I ran across this article the other day and thought you might enjoy it, all you tech-savvy gorillas with your notebooks, cell phones and blackberries. Here are a few quotes from the article along with my thoughts on the subject. Enjoy.
A new report by mobile phone retailer, Dial-a-Phone of the UK reveals:
” For women, a month without sex would certainly be a punishment - but for some this outweighs the nightmare inconvenience of never having a mobile phone. “ Come on guys, what is this saying about your prowess? Any man should be humiliated and ashamed when reading this. Tuck your dick between your legs and hang your head boys, she prefers her cell phone to having sex with YOU. Here’s an idea…foreplay by phone. Call her up and get nasty on the phone, maybe that will improve your chances. But, I doubt it.
“When given the choice of being celibate for a month rather than giving up their mobile phone, almost a quarter of women said they would - compared to zero men.”
Again, do I have to say it? Astounding. Maybe you should set yourself on vibrate, that might get her attention.
• “30% of men and a staggering 42.5% of women would consider answering their phone during sex “ Wow, that’s just sick and wrong. Then again, it brings a whole new meaning to the threesome, doesn’t it?
• “24% of women would rather give up sex than their mobile phone for a month” Ok, we get it, guys SUCK and we’d rather have our phones.
• “4 in 5 people have used their picture phones to take intimate pictures of their partners!” (I believe this of course, but I also think a lot of you boys got that first camera phone and immediately took a picture of your dick, didn’t you? I bet your momma would be proud!)
• “Brits send on average of 12 texts before they go on a first date!”
• “4 in 5 people answer their mobile phones during a first date” Now what they failed to mention here is that most of us women have a friend who is supposed to call us at some point during the date. If the date is going well, we make the call short. If you’re a loser scumbag we make an excuse like a family emergency or something and head for the nearest exit.
• 11% of under 34s have been dumped by text message (I bet your loser ass was one of them, huh?)
All I can say is I would bet that we as Americans are even worse than the Brits. You see them everywhere, using those opposable thumbs that distinguish us from the apes. Standing in line at the bank, or in restaurants, even in class at school. We would rather text each other across the room than speak face to face. Soon, I imagine all of us just grunting at each other like cave dwellers while we pass on the street, cell phone clutched tightly in our fists.
So what would you say to a service that offered free porn to your phone every day? Ah yes, just as I thought, there go those thumbs!
Later boys,
Tia
Dear Ms Lilith
January 24th, 2007Hello everyone! Here is a letter from a pathetic fucktard loser seeking My advice .
Remember , if you have a question or would like to know about something that you probably otherwise would not …you may email it to me at begforlillith@yahoo.com . All identities have been changed to protect the utterly pathetic (Unless of course you would Like for me to use your real name , that is)
Enjoy!
(Subject - HELP!!!!!!!!!!)
Dear Mistress Lilith ,
Hi! I want to take this time to write to you and get your expertise and opinion on my current relationship situation . You see , for over a year now …I think my wife has been seeing other men behind my back .
She goes out with “her girlfriends” nearly Every evening wearing some of the sexiest clothing I have never even seen any of it before..but she bought it all with my credit card Also, she doesn’t return home until later in the afternoon the next day usually complaining of aches and pains from something she calls well Almost does but for some reason she stops herself in mid-sentence and replaces it with “high intensity gym workouts” with her trainer. She must forget what she was going to say or something and then miraculousely remembers the words.
Wow, I know Women love shopping but why in the world did it take her TWO days to go grocery shopping last weekend ?!?
Does this mean that she is cheating on me ? She can’t do that can she ? How could she want another man When we do it , she doesn’t say anything at all and even looks bored !
Why is it that she won’t start moaning anymore when I put it in her ? I even tried to put it in her while she was asleep this morning and …well, I don’t know if she was having a nightmare or What but she said something that sounded like “Ech! Get the fuck off of me!!!” and it nearly knocked me off of the bed because she just pushed me Off of her!
I really think there is Something she is not telling me , so just in case she Is cheating on me …I have already hidden a few pairs of her panties that she has which are my favorites (well , when I am able to get them out of the clothes hamper of course) so that Just in case she Is cheating on me and decides to run off with some jerk she hardly even know , then at least I will have those to remember her by . ::sigh:: Is there no hope for me ? Please help !!
- C.
Baton Rouge , LA
ps - Do you think 5 inches is small ? She seems to , but maybe she was just kidding!
Dear Loser ,
ROFLMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you serious ? You think your dear wifey is cheating on a prize like *you* ??? What , with such a hardy sexual appetite and a strong penchant for ‘doing it’ with her and all ?
And My oh my! What woman *wouldn’t* want to have her pathetic ,flaccid tool of a husband drooling all over her and fondling her in her sleep as he is attempting to ‘put it into her’ ? LMAO!!!!
…First of all , your approach to such a feeble attempt to convey a raunchy X-rated sentence surely fails you . Your poor poor wife , being subjected to such activities as having to ‘do it with you’ ..To shame !
As for her going out with her “Girlfriends” every night, that is not very likely at all ..now granted though , she may have met Him (Or them..most likely the latter) through one of her best girlfriends (Trust me when I say this) as that is quite common in situations similar to yours . You see , it is safe to assume that they each have such a solid level of communication amidst each other ..an unspoken bond if you will..that her girlfriend …feeling sorry for her , took her out and let her meet some REAL men !!
Now That’s a caring girlfriend ! Looking out for your wife’s best interest AND introducing her to those Real cocks !
As for your panty-thieving…sure , steal her panties ..Go for it !
I don’t know how I have this ability ..but I bet you anything that your “thing that you like to put in her and make her start moaning” was as hard as a rock the entire time you were writing this ! Uh ohhhh , I think I just heard her walk in downstairs..and oh look at the mess in your lap !
Quick ! Hide the panties in your mouth ..something tells me that in the near future that won’t be the Only thing you will be forced to stuff into your mouth! Hahahahahaha!!!
~Ms Lilith
P.S. - Your grammar and typing errors were absolutely Atrocious ! Its called punctuation ..check it out sometime , fucktard .
P.P.S. - As you see , I did not comment on your lack of size …I am sure that the universal laughter of Women as a whole is enough to answer *that* question !!
LOL
Guest Mistress (Ms Nicole)
January 23rd, 2007Every week or so we are going to have a guest Mistress write an article on whatever she’s in the mood for - here is a piece from Ms Nicole
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You watch me as I get ready to go out. I’m at my dressing table, nothing on but a silk garter belt and seamed stockings. And my 5” inch strappy sandals of course. Then I walk over to my closet and get out my thin white silk dress. The halter top one that I don’t wear a bra with, or usually panties for that matter. And as usual, I put it on without the benefit of underwear. And I might as well be wearing nothing for all it hides.
You know I’m going out. And I’m going dancing. And you know I’m going to get laid. By a man who is bigger and better than you. And I’m going to come home and tell you every blow-by-blow detail of it. And I’m going to be smelling of sex. Sex with him. And you will hang on every word I say while you are stroking that pathetic little clit of yours. And if you’re lucky, very lucky, I might just let you lick my cum-filled pussy. That’s right, eat my creamy pie. Let me squirt a strange man’s cum into your mouth. But we’ll see….
By the way, don’t wait up, ok sweetie?
Ava’s Carnival of Kink
January 23rd, 2007Welcome to my first contribution to Our Goddess Hannah’s clever brainchild, “Sexy Gazette”!
I am Miz Ava, a phone Mistress who enjoys any opportunity to press a playmate’s buttons and guide him or her on a journey of sexual exploration. The psychological aspects of BDSM have fascinated me for quite some time, and in the last several years, I have been increasing my knowledge, skills and practice in this realm both in my offline life as well as through phone sessions with submissives.
Where did this interest come from? Some of my phone clients have asked me this question fairly often. In all honesty, I know it has always been my nature to seek control and order in my world and there is a big rush that overcomes me when I am able to exert my control over a submissive. It is not simply about “making” someone do something for me, (though that is a kick in and of itself!), rather this need I have stems from a desire to educate and guide a person toward discovery and enlightenment. Pretty lofty aspirations, to be sure, but such worthwhile ones in my book.
Being a dominant female takes on many different aspects. Every domme has her own style, which is what makes BDSM such a wonderful way to explore various parts of one’s personality and serve as an amazing outlet for sexual expression, for both domme and her sub. I consider myself to be the kind of domme who thrives on using psychological and cognitive tools to bring a sub to a place of increased submission, desire, sexual awareness, and personal insights.
Perhaps this is a reflection of the educator in me, but I do so feel most proud when I have the opportunity to guide a submissive into a state of increased consciousness of the self and the world in which we live.
There are many ways to achieve these objectives. More so in recent times, I have been further exploring the techniques of incorporating various degress of pain into sexually charged sessions. I have also been discussing this with clients and in my blog; using elements of physical pain in BDSM is not at all about “punishment” for punishments sake, nor is it a means to satisfy some sort of depraved aggression within me.
Rather, I am finding that implementing a delicate balance between pleasure and pain causes an even greater awareness to be raised for the submissive and this not only enhances the physical pleasures received but also teaches he or she about their own mental and physical capacities.
I also find it very valuable to ask lots of questions and for many of my clients, it is not uncommon for me to assign them “homework” to be completed in between sessions. Again, the teacher in me simply cannot resist!
I would love to open up a dialogue about various thoughts and insights you may have regarding the ways pain and pleasure can and have been used together to encourage your growth as a submissive. Please feel free to include any thoughts on this in the comments section below and I will be happy to disuss this further.
Until next time,
Miz Ava
