Edge Play
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Posted:Sep 18, 2019 9:20 am
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2019 9:49 pm 2664 Views
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Warning....This might be offensive some and erotic others. It is a total act of fiction, If you are unfamiliar with edge , please look it up before reading this as you might be tempted leave negative comments. Thank you.
Your Master knows you best.
You have been his for the past six years. I remember this because I have met you several times over the past six months with you never having a clue what your Master had planned for you.
See I was solicited by your Master get know you. Not intimately, but as a stranger in passing you might recognize if we were ever properly introduced. I was not give you name, and not hold any type of conversation with you. Simple greetings at the munches or if we * accidentally * bumped into each other at the store.
Six months of planning to achieve one one night of edge . take you point where thinking was a foreign concept. Movement was a distant memory as paralysis consumed you.
Your Master knows you best
Over the last six years, you have provided your Master with the fulfillment of every single desire he has requested from you. Tonight he will repay you. He knows your fantasies and has provided you with the only one he could not achieve by himself.
Crouching in your closet, I wait for you come home. As I hear the key slide into the lock, hairs stand on end. This is the moment, point in time will forever be scared into your mind. But it will be a beautiful scar, one you will be able think back on and will leave you drenched from the memory.
I have prearranged tape and zip-ties, ski mask and gloves are on, pulse is pounding and cock is hard. Your fantasy is about come true. guidelines were very thorough, hurt you, but don't break you. A bloody lip or black eye is fine, but nothing broken.
The door unlatches and you enter your home without a sound. Moving the couch remove your coat. You lay it across the back of the next the purse you have placed there. I can see all of this from the crack the closet door. The vantage point I was instructed be when you arrived.
The phone your purse rings. I know this is your Master calling, because this was his design. As you lean over the couch retrieve your phone from your purse, I pounce. Bursting from the closet with the speed of a predator, I grab your waist and throw you onto the couch face up. A scream escaping from your throat as I deftly place duct tape across your mouth. knee your stomach, I press all weight into you to prevent you from taking in a breath to scream again.Your hands are flailing at and as I gain control, I can see the fear in your eyes.
Your Master knows you best
But I am not your Master, and as you recognize I have a different shape than him, different eye color, and weigh a significant more than he does, panic sets as the last fleeting hope this was your Master, playing a game with you escapes your soul. This is real. This is happening you. This is not all how you thought it would be. You are scared. Tears welling up in your eyes as helplessness overcomes you.
Your brain kicks in. It's fight or flight time. You raise a knee in an attempt dislodge weight from you. I expected this and instantly thrust fist into your chest, knocking the wind from you. As you lie gasping for air, weight still baring down on your stomach, I pull a set of zip-tie cuffs from back pocket and wrangle your hands into them. Cinching them tightly as a message you are going nowhere.
"Turn over you slut" I yell as I manhandle you onto your stomach.
With weight off of you, you scramble get up, only be met with knee being jammed into your ribs. You collapse onto your stomach and I force knee into the center of you back. I pull another set of tie-wraps from back pocket and bind your feet together. I now have you fully secured and I snatch you up from the couch and throw your flailing body across shoulder.
Down the hall and the bedroom we go. I lean over and set you on the edge of the bed. I see you crying as you try communicate through the tape covers your mouth.
"Shut the fuck up" I grunt as I strike your face with the back of hand, knocking you onto your back.
I fling your legs around and throw myself on top of you, knees to each side. I pull you hands above your head and and bring my face within inches of yours. The slightest bit of blood running from your nose. I breathe heavily on you so you can smell the liquor I consumed before you got here. I want you to remember this smell and associate it with this memory for the rest of your life.
As I raise my head up, I take the shirt you are wearing by the neck and rip it open. I do the same with your bra leaving you exposed and bare. I pull the knife from my pocket and open it's long blade only inches from your face.
"If you move one little bit, I will gut you BITCH"
Your body tenses and you can see in my eyes I will do what I say. You remain motionless as I slide the knife down and start cutting at your pants. I remove only as much as I need order put cock inside. I undo belt and unzip pants and maneuver myself into position.
I can see it now. The resignation in your eyes, the helplessness.
I drive myself inside you. I hear a muffled scream as I force my way into your pussy. Your tears streaming down your face only fuel pound you harder. I ask you if you will scream if I remove the tape from your mouth and you shake your head no. So with one quick movement, I rip it from your face. Catching your breath, you remain silent and I go back work.
Your Master knows you best
I know this, because as he enters the room smiling, he catches your eye and instantly recognize this was all for you. Tears begin flow a steady stream down your face. I release your hands and you bring them mask and remove it, with look of "I know you", written all over your face.
I start remove myself from you only be met by resistance from your knees as you look him and say...
Can he finish Master?
BK
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Why do I piss on you?
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Posted:Sep 18, 2019 9:14 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2022 12:16 pm 2390 Views
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It has been part of protocol, for as long as I can remember, if I take on a new slave, I piss on her. It has become part of ritual. As the years have passed, and I have put more thought into it, I have also made this a requirement for any sub I may take on. The biggest question I get (and sometimes the reason it takes so long for a sub commit,) is Why?
There is no simple answer this, so I will try explain in the best way I know how.
Take just a second close your eyes, go ahead, this gives you the opportunity create a blank canvas. empty your mind of everything and delve into the way I think for just a moment.
Picture times square.
Now picture it with no electronic billboards.
Now picture it with no vehicles.
Now picture it with only a couple of people.
Now take away the buildings, the lights and the paved roads.
Strip away any semblance our modern time and now just picture it as it was when it was created.
This vision should now be of man and earth in their natural state.
No clothes, no shoes, no vocabulary.
Just primal. The way we were created.
Run by our instincts, and our urges.
We know very little about ourselves. we know we must eat to stay alive.
We know we must stay warm in Winter.
We know we must fuck for pleasure and to procreate.
We know what is ours, should remain ours, and we will fight keep it.
This brings point. If someone tries take whats mine, I will fight tooth and nail to keep it. Not because society has told it is the right thing do, but because on a primal level, "what's mine is mine!!"
Protecting what is mine can happen before the fact, or after the fact. Other our kingdom have figured this . why haven't we? It is very common for an animal mark their territory. essence, protecting what is theirs before the fact.
Since I am taking on the responsibility of a new sub, protecting her is part and parcel of the joy of being her Dom.
Now, putting primal tendencies aside for a moment, lets look this from another perspective.
virtually all vanilla relationships, the last thing a woman will give up her partner is anal sex. the Vanilla world, even if a woman loves anal, she will hold back giving gift until she is sure her partner understands just how special gift really is. It symbolizes her trust him and her willingness please him (even if she doesn't like it,) it is her way of saying "take entire body and do with it what you please." I have experienced this over and over again in vanilla relationships as I am sure you have as well.
Now, a kink relationship, anal sex is the norm. It is almost expected as part of a healthy sexual relationship. So how far does a woman have go give her Dom/Master the same level of submission the vanilla woman above just gave? Well eyes, this is it.
Kneeling before , eyes down, patiently waiting in the moment before flow begins. The anxiety and excitement coursing through your body as you anticipate what's coming next.
As stream begins, you feel the warmth of piss wash over you. Once the initial shock is over, you feel connected. Connected this moment and connected .
I am marking you as mine. fulfilling primal urges, and connecting you a way no other has. This experience will stand as the day you gave yourself completely . The day you became mine.
So for anyone who ask me why.... I hope this helps.
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Patience
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Posted:Sep 18, 2019 9:14 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2022 12:17 pm 2383 Views
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Some people have it and some people don't. I'm not sure if it's something you are innately born with, or if it is something is impressed upon you during your developmental years.
In scenario ** 1 **, I was born lacking. Akin being born without an appendage, one must learn develop ways deal with this handicap. Managing this affliction becomes a daily chore. The constant reminders keep yourself check by not honking the horn in traffic, by not pushing by someone in front of you because they're walking too slowly, by not making impulse purchases when you're in line the store, and by not rushing into relationships without enough information to ensure the relationship has a chance of success.
scenario** 2 **, I was left developmentally challenged. If your parents are supposed provide you with Direction and set the example, then I was doomed from the moment I was conceived. Never ones set an example, I was left own devices and only nurtured the things in myself I saw as deficient. Having never considered impulsiveness as a weakness, it wasn't until I was late into formative years I looked patience a different light.
No matter what the reason, as a Young Man I realized I lacked patience. I it ** "demon" **.
Now I've spent entire life with demon. It's never been Tamed, I've only found better ways of dealing with its ferocity.
The first of these ways is experience. I've found the more experience I have any particular scenario, the more I can give into impulsiveness and be certain I'm making the correct decision.
The second of these ways is information. The more information from past I have rely on, the quicker the decision I can make.
And the third and most important way I have learned deal with demon is gut.
gut is well aware of previous experience and the of information I gathered in those experiences. It steers clear of Danger. It protects from making horrible mistakes by signaling I might be heading down the wrong Path.
It also gently nudges the right direction when impulse wants consume me I always refer gut. What does gut say? Does it say proceed or does they stop? gut is as decisive as I have become with age. Decisiveness is not a handicap. It is born from many years of information and experience. When gut talks, I listen even if it's against better judgement. This is not say I don't use brain in decisions. brain is often tilted in One Direction and gut the other. Unfortunately, with ability overthinking, if brain is ultimately left with the decision, it can often be detriment. Leaving me hopelessly wishing I had listened gut.
Having said all of this it should be understood I'm an advocate for patience. Those who have it should exercise it and make good choices based on their ability think things through. I would also be remiss if I didn't say on occasion gut had let down. I will however say it is let down far fewer times brain has.
When it comes this lifestyle and experiencing the platforms have opened up our lifestyle the masses, I have learned one thing. You can speak any of people and your brain or your heart will tell you one thing, but your gut will, more often than not, be more aware of the correct decision than either of the other two.
BK
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Attention continued....
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Posted:Sep 13, 2019 8:58 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2019 9:54 pm 2538 Views
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I a trail of wetness behind as I drag the ice down your body, between your breast I slow, moving , and then the other, stopping just outside your aureola. Watching it shrink as your nipples become hard. I lift my head and position the Ice above your display of arousal without touching it. My breath melting the ice a single forms and falls from my lips. As it lands, you let a little gasp and your back arches ever so slightly,
** I notice **
I see your ankles pulling against the bindings, the rope digging into your flesh as you try to bring your thighs closer together. You want to relieve the pressure building in your pussy. I watch as you squirm. I see your torment at not being able to see, not being able to react. You don't realize that you are reacting, Your senses are on high alert, and your body is reacting just the way I had anticipated. You begin to settle down as you discern that you have no control. Your brain starts to process this as acceptance. I see you become at peace with this,
** I notice **
My mouth now hovers over your pussy and you once again feel my breath coming down on you in waves. It's hotter than before, heavier than before and you comprehend that your submission has brought me this point. Your willingness give so freely. Now it is my turn, give back, thank you, take you over the top. My tongue slides from between my lips and, with it's wetness, touches your clit ever so lightly and then it is pulled back with no notice. Your hips rise, begging for another touch. Your lips pursed together, your holding your breath,
** I notice **
I offer you my tongue again, this time with a little flick. You moan, thrusting your hips up, eager for more . I can taste you now as your juices begin flow more freely. My breath still heavy on you. my excitement evident you, even without your sense of vision. I place my fingers on the folds of your now soaked pussy and spread them, opening myself up a whole new world of possibilities. The bindings no longer pulling against you as you want open yourself me,
** I notice **
I remind myself that tonight, there is no penetration, my natural instinct to use you, brushed to the side, as I journey with you deeper into the recesses of self control. Lips spread, I once again make . Your swollen clit is large and inviting. a few light flicks and I feel you start tremble. Not the usual jerking you have right before you orgasm, but a low rumbling as it ascends towards climax. I take your clit and suck it between my lips, past my teeth, and caress it with my tongue and you finally speak. Not to tell me how it feels, not to moan again, but to ask me if you can cum. Our gentle night together has brought you to this point quickly. I say yes, and I feel your body convulse. Your legs tighten, your fist clench, your whole body becoming rigid as you let a scream so powerful I think you are in pain. I remove your blindfold and see a single tear escape from your eye, and before I have a chance ask if you are okay, your lips part and you whisper, "Thank you". And right then I realize,
** You noticed **
Thank you for your patience in waiting for this. I had get myself back in the right frame of mind. Hope your not disappointed.
BK
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Attention
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Posted:Sep 13, 2019 8:57 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2019 9:54 pm 2693 Views
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I've decided that today, you won't get to feel my cock penetrate you as you have asked. Today is about my control, my dominance, my ability to manipulate your senses.
Today is the day I exercise my self control, exercise my knowledge of your body, and exercise my focus.
That's why I've brought you here blindfolded. you didn't know I changed the sheets to satin. Your first sensation as I lower you to the bed is smooth and frictionless. Your bare skin feeling a stir as you are placed into position.
I reach down and gently take your hand. As you feel the roughness of the rope slide over your wrist, I see an ever so slight rise in your chest. undetectable by most, but to me,
** I notice. **
I raise your arm slowly and secure you to the headboard the way I have done so many times before. This time, being gentle. This time, taking my time. This time, drinking in your beauty as I tie the intricate knots. One step at a time, you are splayed out before me, Your nipples becoming firm, even without my touch, my breath, my teeth. Becoming hard with anticipation,
** I notice. **
Tonight, there will be no flogger, no clamps, no penetration. Tonight, there will be the whisper of my breath and the touch of my fingers. You don't know this. Mentally you are preparing for the pain that you so easily associate with pleasure. And as you do, I see the first glistening of wetness, escape the folds of your pussy. You're becoming wet expectancy,
** I notice. **
The cube of ice between my teeth begs to be lowered onto your now erect nipples. Instead, I exercise my patience, I lower my head next to yours, and with the softest of touches, the ice, melting from my breath is placed behind your ear. Still between my teeth, you feel the intoxicating mixture of the warmth of my breath mixed with the chill of the ice, as I drag it slowly across your neckline to the other side. A barely audible groan escapes from your lips,
** I notice. **
To be continued.......
BK
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Growth
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Posted:Sep 13, 2019 8:56 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2019 9:55 pm 2373 Views
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Tonight's session was intense
your tears staining the sheets
Your ass and legs crimson
from the sting of my whip
Gag muffled screams fill the air
violent jerking against the bindings
Your body heaving against the sobs
eyes squeezed shut as you steel yourself
for another blow.
I pull your head up
looking for the quit in you
I remove your gag
so you can ask me to stop
nothing
I know you are at your limit
I ask
are you done?
You reply "No Sir"
I ask
Why?
You reply "I want to grow"
I am taken in by your beauty
Your eagerness to grow
in your submissiveness and loyalty
I lay down my whip
Watching you tonight
has given me clarity
Tonight
I was the one growing.
My pride in my submissive has never been stronger.
BK
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Perfect
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Posted:Sep 13, 2019 8:54 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 10:32 am 2427 Views
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The day we were introduced, You reached your hand shake mine and feeling your soft skin, I couldn't help but think, "I would love bind those wrists".
I remember you were wearing a blue top with cute little straps, leaving your slender arms visible, and I couldn't hep but think, "I would love to pull them above your head, and place them in a hook, leaving you hanging there for my use".
When everyone decided to go swimming, I watched as you shimmed of your khaki shorts, your ass barely covered by the bathing suit you had on beneath, I couldn't help thinking, "That ass would be a perfect canvas for my markings".
As you came of the water, glistening from the lucky drops of water that managed hold on this perfect creation, I couldn't help but think, "Those drops of water were beads of sweat born from a consuming night of arousal for both of us".
And then it happened. I remember it like it was yesterday. I approached you and said "We could wake up tomorrow with some dirty little secrets" You hesitated for just second and I thought for sure you were going dismiss me and my feeble attempt at a pick up . Instead you answered questioningly "and maybe some bruises?" And I couldn't help but think, "This is the woman will steal my heart"
Now.... later, you are fulfilling my fantasies quicker than I can imagine them. You are the perfect submissive, in and of the bedroom. Always a lady and forever MINE.
BK
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The Line
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Posted:Sep 13, 2019 8:06 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 10:32 am 2311 Views
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I can read your body, I can't read your mind.
There is a point in our sessions where you go from enjoying what I doing, tolerating it.
You have been conditioned to think that enduring more will show me more clearly your level of submission. That you should get gratification from pleasing me. I responsible for this conditioning. I taught you that digging deeper would make me prouder.
Well that's not all....
Everything I have just said is true, but there is more. Much more.
I know you now. I know what you can endure willingly, and I know what you can suffer beyond that. I've seen the single tear escape from your eye as you up at me and see me smiling.
I can read your body, I can't read your mind.
There is no more training for me do here. No more boundaries for me push in this area. You have proven yourself time and time again. This is where I wanted you be and you have come so far.
From this point forward, this area is for enjoyment. For both of us revel in the glow of an accomplishment reached. We will always fondly on this as a goal we set together and managed because of our dedication, to the goal, and to each other.
But it's not as easy as you might think. Now I need to search for that place where the dynamic tips. Bring you to the edge, where you enjoy, but not venture into the abyss of toleration. Like searching for a single buoy in the middle of the ocean, I will need help.
Just a word, just a single word to let me know that you are dancing on the edge.
Your body gives me signals I have learned to read quite well. But this is mental.
I can read your body, I can't read your mind.
Please help me find that * *
I have become a much gentler over the last few and I happy that way. be honest, I have gotten a very good response using a gentler approach and as it is well within my comfort zone, I will continue along this path. For those of you might comment that I * soft *, please refrain. I let you do things your way without comment, please do me the courtesy of doing the .
BK
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Dominance
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Posted:Sep 13, 2019 7:59 pm
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2022 12:14 pm 2579 Views
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Tonight I more Dominant than in days past. You will see me at my sternest and be especially vigilant is following my commands.
You have seen me like this before, strong, commanding and not as tolerant as most other days.
You march forward to meet what lies in wait for you tonight as your brain retreats to it's safe place.
The place where you tell yourself that I will not give you more than you can handle and to trust me to know where that is.
I'm rough tonight as I bind you. Not my gentle self that you have known for so long.
Ropes tighter around your wrist, legs pulled farther apart, more secure than you remembered.
You * feel * the strength in my hands, you sense the urgency in me as I get you exactly where I want you.
We have been here before. You know what is in store and have mixed emotions about what lies ahead.
Tonight I don't start with the gentle thud of my flogger. I don't rub your ass softly as I usually do.
You feel the sting of my cane
Sharp
Well placed
Angry across your skin
Instinctively calling out "1"
You tense
Reset
Prepare
Another strike
Searing Pain
Instant subspace
You say "2"
No chance to reboot
A flurry of strikes that make you reel
Always counting
Always hoping for the end
Pain
Sting
Whelps
I see you reach the edge.
I unbind you, grant you your freedom and force you your knees.
With hands on your lap as you have been taught, you open wide for me.
I do not begin mildly as I so often do, I push my cock beyond the confines of your mouth and into your throat.
You gag and it ads my feeling of Dominance. I let you breathe and repeat this my erection is as hard as a diamond.
A cocktail of authority and testosterone coursing through my veins.
Forcefully, I throw you on the bed and fuck you. I am not making love tonight.
You don't feel the connection between us in that way. Tonight is different.
You know what I need.
I want to use you
Own you
Control you
Fuck you
Your pleasure means nothing to me tonight. Tonight is all about * me * and you understand this.
I need this
Desire this
Want this
This level of control defines me
Eager to please, you accept that tonight, you are my fucktoy. My cumdumpster, my useless and nothing more.
You know that to enjoy all of the gentler nights, you must concede to night such as these.
It is who we are. You are my perfect partner. The one that understands my passion and desires to grow with me.
I am done
Spent
The hunger for control in me ebbed
sated
for now.....
BK
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Stability
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Posted:Sep 13, 2019 7:56 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 10:32 am 2260 Views
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My offer stands and I resolute
I will offer you my strength
it doesn't make you weak borrow
It forges you and molds you
I offer you my assurance
build you
steady you
I offer you my maturity
help you see
avoid mistakes
I offer you my consistency
reassure you
comfort you
I offer you my solidity
stop you from wavering
to prevent your insecurity
To give you the stability you deserve.
BK
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