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My desire was painful ... and her back: I like to fuck, right? Tell me, dirty, tell me what excites you, turns you tell me, tell me you've never seen a woman as I am willing, wet as I am, you would like to touch me, touch me like you say, I've never seen a woman I. And you might say to yourself and never fuck with a woman like me.

I must say that the "already" hurt. Probably was right, so.

I truth is that at least he felt like he was talking, I ate with their eyes, stretched their hands, who had no bound. And I noticed the tie back again. Approached me and sat on the floor.

and how was your trip? do you do? until we have the room booked? The rate includes breakfast? for I have arrived later than planned because the subway is ... an innocuous conversation, if not because I was tied and we were both naked. And my sex returning to the idle state, despite the proximity of it, for erection and conversation are not supported.

That silent, looking at me, opens her legs, showing her sex: Look good, imagine what these suck, imagine that I open myself to you, you notice my swollen clitoris between your lips, look good, right? just thinking about how you feel with it, just imagine your desire me hot, get wet, I melt, I melt ... I like to play with me, you want to make you run between my tits, look at that tits, dark nipples that look, look at my eyes now, he would say as he approached me. And of course, and I turned myself to be able ... must say that not only fit, if not a pain in the ass of prognosis.

Come, I'll show you've never seen it, do not untie the hands, but if you promise not to pounce on me, not bind you to the chair. You can get as close as you want, but if I play, the game was finished, I get up I'm leaving and I do not really more.

He lay in bed, one hand on her tits, the other between her legs open, stroking it for me, as I spoke. Look at me, watch me, I like, watch me play, I see splicing warms my hopes that I open my legs, I look good, I expected to see me as I come, and directs her sex into light the lamp ... Of course, the scene warmed me, but I like seeing the face of the woman at the time of pleasure, and I said:

- Sonia, please, as before, that gave you light in the face ... - - by? here had already lost the profile of Mistress;
- Well because I like your face, and I remember at the moment, one sex is sex is sex (although my blog followers know that's not true, if it is true that this is what I thought at this time), and a face in the moment of pleasure is a reminder ...

He did, put his head on the pillow, looking from the light and me, his features became fixed, while the hand up the pace, until his whole body tensed like a bow before you start spasms of pleasure. His face contracted relaxed in a mixture of happiness and lust soon his face was calm, how to be her, to be conscious. He opened his eyes and smiled ... would have been acting? but the flush on the chest, dark nipples showed me that

I sat on the bed beside him, wanting to approach her, hug her, but my hands were tied and my penis was a threat (and obscene discomfort) at the time.

He looked at me, alternating between the eyes and legs, like making a question

- How have you been?
- As you see, sonia, as I am
- And you'll do with this?
- For nothing, you want to do?
- You make a straw before me, as I've made it before you?
- Well, well, you habiendote and run, and looking at me, because it would cost me a little start, but yeah, I would make
- As suplicame hands free you so you can masturbate
- Now do not get it, untie and is already
- No, suplicame you do, tell me you're hot as a cat in heat, tell me that he wants to fuck and as you can not, then you run to me, thinking of me, dreaming of me, thinking that I have.
- Sonia, let's do it easy, untie me and you're
- I command you if you want to run, I beg you
- To see if I understand it, I beg you to order, or command me that if I beg you want to run
- That last
- Because I do not want to run, I can live well with the heater, it is the first in my life
- For it, so just play
- The game just because you do not want to do?
- Nooo just play because I've run, and it's almost time.

I told you if you want to take, I beseech thee, do not want to run, not pleas me, for nothing, is part of the game.

Now, I wonder how get that bar in his pants he said, smiling ...

and here ended the game

November 2009

- Are you afraid of sharp objects? asked
- If I point to the eyes, do not
- Go to the English Court and buy pajamas. No need to be branded

I had met a week before the Internet. I was looking for a housekeeper, she was announced as the dominant ... so we had exchanged two or three emails, set the rules of the game of domination / submission ... It lasted three hours, outside this period there was neither loves nor submissive.

For those not familiar with this type of games (I myself confused, until a month ago, with sadomasochism), a little explanation. First, there need be no physical pain, whips, leather ... is simply a covenant between two people, which set rules. The basis is that, within the game, the Master ordered, and the submissive obeys. And you have previously set rules to decide which is what allowed the Master orders, and that is what is off limits. For example, the Master may order the submissive that makes you a blowjob and swallow the semen, but if you set a rule that no urophilia, he can not order him to swallow pee

Our rules were very lights (to say the experts, go fuck submission!): No or urophilia coprophilia. No marks on the skin or in case of punishment, spanking acceptable if given by hand. She asked me if I could tie, and said that only the wrists, not the legs or other body parts.

I also wonder if you could use cable ties, and he said no, he could only tie with strips of cloth (because if not fixed in advance, could have used duct tape, or tape ...). And remember a word, pronounced, so the game was in our case was "forest." She told me that if uttered not see again.

And she added a condition: the game is the game, it is clear that I command and you obey. Outside the game are equal, but only agrees to meet with one condition: that never, never ask me to fuck.

The men you know, before fucking much promise, after having fucked, nothing promised. So what he promised him, thinking that have reaped the most green.

Set the rules, we set the scene: a nice hotel room, four or five stars, with security service, between seven and ten in the evening. And I added another condition: what you eat and drink comes from the minibar or room service. It is more expensive but safer. I had met online, had not seen before, only knew his age, twenty long. She knew little more or less the same for me ... well over twice her age, email and a good conversationalist. We had talked on the phone, and that was it.

She said she would arrive at seven, to prepare and prepare the room, I arrived at seven-fifteen, and she would be, and start the game.

Arrive at the agreed time, ask the key to the room, wondering if anyone has come and I say no, I'm the first ...? .... call, out of coverage. Seven and a quarter, half past seven ... I stood eight limit, if the eight had not come, left the room. If you arrive later, did not want me there as a submissive stupid.

Was presented at seven-thirty and five, I go with your card, a normal girl, rather than beautiful, attractive. Very marked features, high cheekbones, green eyes, slightly freckled, medium brown hair, not very high. She was wearing boots, a dark gray opaque tights, short denim skirt, a top, a kind of tube beige sleeveless, which clung to her body and revealed a bright cleavage and a short jacket, bolero-style of black similipiel. Without being beautiful, well dressed, with the fitting clothing would have made San Antonio fall into the sin of the flesh ...

- Hello, long time waiting for?
- Because since shortly before a quarter past seven, I said, a bit pissed
- As andate out, you take something, and again at eight, I'm going to prepare the room

neither an excuse nor a comment ...

And in the hotel lobby, waiting time, my temper grew ...

At eight o'clock call, I opened, dressed alike, darkened room with candles, incense and soft music that came out of speakers that had been brought.

I seemed to spend three villages were going to make a game of domination / submission, not a party of seduction. But at the same time, admired the "mise en scène"

Go, go to the bathroom, you put on pajamas, and come you ate.

I did, and with infinite curiosity. He took a colored ribbon from her purse, which were equipped with adjustable wrist with velcro, put her hands behind her back and joined the bands between them with what seemed to be a climbing carabiner. He had a real professional!

- And where shall I wear?
- To see if we understand, the questions here I do, you just shut up and talk if I ask you (the truth is I have submissive little experience). By asking, you're here in the middle, standing, and we'll see when we started. I had already lost an hour of play, and began to lose the second ...

He went to the bathroom with toiletries, latch the door closed, I heard the shower, and after an interminable time (standing alone in a hotel room in pajamas and with their hands tied behind their backs, the minutes are made endless) appeared. He had showered, had removed her bra, he could see the dark nipples standing out on top, and had more makeup, accentuated eyes and blood red lips. Opinion that no red lips did not fit well, was not his style.

- Start?
- Start

(Continued)

For the first ended in a fantasy blowjob 20 euros made by a Venezuelan 20 years, whom God had not given the Don.

Don will talk about the other day.

I remember the situation, it said in my previous post.

And I can not know what will be your choice ... I'll never know if the next corner I ask you to stop the car and to kiss your feet, all the fingers, like a cock, or will the next curve, and the next , and the next, until we get home, and give me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

It makes me horny to think that I'll never know until you left at home, which has decided

B. For it was the option), there was not a hint of game. It's strange, because he had given to understand that yes, although their role was submissive, that something would ... but no.

Curious ...

But what I take away is no previous dreams, when everything was a potential, a maelstrom of ideas that more exciting. And that, I thank her.

And now, for newbies like me, is the trickiest part ... I am, if I want to get into that?. Master or submissive?.

I asked the question, I answered out of the blue, without hesitation, submissive.

I liked the idea of ​​being unable to make any decisions, not having to make any decisions. It is generally assumed that men are the ones who decide: get well, now your up now on all fours in front of the mirror in the closet ... and women (or at least some) it falls a bit short if they are not directed. And timidly, very timidly down to eat, while watching to see if I go mad. They do not know whether or not to touch my ass ...

So in general, though not explicit, it was me (sometimes very driven, it must be said) who said what, how, when and where.

And made me horny to think that for once I should not take the first step, or the second ... if he would tell me how submissive wear, where, what to do ...

But, meditating a bit, I'm not so sure.

I also like the idea of ​​having nothing else to worry about than my own pleasure. In fact it is one of the things I like about the massage. She is there for me to reach my pleasure, in a preparation of almost an hour ... there do not worry about anything, the girl is an animated object, are oil-filled hands that glide over my skin, hands in a point in time come to life to give me pleasure.

So a session in which I am not master is there to dislike.

Now, by which to start? it used to be a master, I would like to be submissive for once.

and here is the first experience, I wish to prove, that makes me fantasize that I put, we

One of these days I'm going to dinner with the person who introduced me to this.

We left at other times, we talked a lot, sex, habits of me and her, everything divine and the human lot.

But we have not touched. I tried, though without much conviction, largely because it assumes that men must take the first step. And I have departed with affection, but I have strayed.

That's the situation ... I guess that, given the ongoing sexual friendship we have, one day, she decides, we will begin.

But it could be at the next exit, which makes five ...

So I have proposed to extend the game of "if but" being your submissive for the next time we go out together.

So she can choose not to be touched, and is simply a dinner of friends with your hands to yourself, or you can say, stand on this corner, Toccata and empálmate through the pants, but I not look at me, or you can say eat me a little, five minutes, and short, which I generate a Eggs pain prognosis (that, too, will the game).

And I can not know what will be your choice ... I'll never know if the next corner I ask you to stop the car and to kiss your feet, all the fingers, like a cock, or will the next curve, and the next , and the next, until we get home, and give me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

It makes me horny to think that I'll never know until you left at home, which has decided

Inaugurated a new category: submission, domination, a field that has been explained to the author of this blog and that has interested ... maybe this is the first post of a series, that is the only one.

Submission, domination ... it's an RPG

In this post we start with disquisitions, and ends tomorrow with a fantasy for beginners (and beginners)

And now begins the post itself

Well I am on the first triad of angelic ranks.

For those who have not put on heavenly things, the layman, the angels are angels. And point, no more than talk. We all have our guardian angel, wings singed enough, by the way, and we know of the existence of the archangels, rather than anything of the Annunciation.

But it is a world far more complex than that:

There are nine levels of angels, arranged in three triples, ordered the most powerful: the Seraphim to Angel walking (well, the wings, in this case)

· Seraphim
· Cherubs
· Thrones

· Dominions
· Virtues
· Powers

· Prince
· Archangels
· Angel

and I, unknowingly, I had remained in the first triad of young love Los Angeles, Archangels clothed me with their wings shake the first time I ran into a woman, the principalities of the first passion.

Come on, Jack, knight and king of love.

But none of the rest ...

And suddenly, for reasons that are irrelevant, I discover that there is much more than what is seen with the naked eye.

Powers, Virtues, Dominions ...

Powers pass over now with the help of Pfizer, we can all do not talk about (or with) the Virtues, and Dominations I focus on ...

The domination of a Master (and forgive you write in capital letters, as they do, and speedily will I, if I dare and let me) on another person.

In an RPG that can go as far as you want. It may be love for a while, or it can be love for life. I know some Amos, ordinary people by all accounts, they were married, that his wife withdrew from the labor market to raise their children, and especially to his daughters on respect for the Master.

These are full-time Masters and instead require full dedication of the other (forgive me, not like the other ... is called the slave? The slave? The submissive / a? The wife?). And if he / submissive / the rebels, hit or kill, depending.

And they are also the part-time Masters in a game purely sexual. Those who agree with your partner to play domination and submission for a while, may be a while in bed can be a field day: "Stay here, put your hands on the mower, and do not give the back while you entitled to. Do not want to hear to enjoy "

You have to define not only who's who (who I love, who submissive), but certain rules. With punishments? in pain? where we want to go? clearly are agreed before the game ...

I thought, oh, woe is me, oh wretched, when I proposed a set of these, which was associated with pain. And I said no, without investigating further, when my teacher was an expert lover, I probably would have blown up a level. And I confounded with dominance and submission sadism and masochism. And although you probably can not exist without domination sadism, if there can be no domination sadism sadism ... if causing physical pain is understood. domination of the submissive by the master implies a certain sadism: you are my slave, your pleasure matters little to me, you'll have when I want. I can pray, I beg and I can decide.

And now, for newbies like me, is the trickiest part ... I am, if I want to get into that?. Master or submissive?.

(Continued)