The Pickup….
I fantasize about going out with You to get drinks. We go to a small, inexpensive bar and start drinking, enjoying each other’s company. We both notice a very attractive young lady walk into the bar and she immediately gain both our interests. We look at each other and have similar thoughts about getting with her. You, of course, are looking at how You can use her to Your advantage, I’m thinking about how I can fuck her. We both keep looking at her and we catch her eye and she seems to be interested or at least she appears to want to engage in conversation. You, being the natural aggressor, motions to her to come join us and she comes over. We introduce ourselves and start conversing. She asks us if we’re a couple and You say yes but tell her You enjoy having sex with women. She smiles when You say that, seemingly interested in you. You also tell her that I’m Your bitch and do what You say. She smiled and seemed even more interested in speaking. Continue reading “The Pickup….”
The screams coming out of my mouth are music to Her ears. As She has me tied from the ceiling with my arms extended over me, She has FULL access to my body. My flesh is Hers. She has that sparkle in Her eye which means trouble for me. I know this may be the end for me. She wants me to fight as it makes Her more excited. I know this much about Her. If I fight it or if I give up completely, She still wins. It’s all a matter of the enjoyment She will get from the actions leading up to my demise. 
The Demented Thoughts are what draws me to Her. Not necessarily the thoughts itself, but more so, the creativity behind those thoughts. Being depraved is one thing, having a depraved way of doing things is what makes it exciting….
She enjoys playing the predator… Her aggressiveness is what drew me to Her. Well, actually, that pretty smile, nice, muscular legs and the way She carries Herself is what got my attention. The aggressive nature was a definite turn on! She turned heads where ever She appeared… Men AND women tended to do a double take whenever she passed by and i was no exception! 
She has him on his knees, looking adoringly in Her eyes. His fascination with Her dominance is only superseded by his love for Her natural beauty. Soft, silky, long curly locks, flawless skin and an intoxicating smile. He is as enamored with Her Sadistic prowess as he is with the creative, wild and unexpected imagination that comes along with it. The thoughts and fantasies that have lived in his head for years is slowly being imagined now and in some ways, he hopes he’s able to start living out a few of them. In conversation, She has expressed the type of scenarios he didn’t think possible. He loves that…. 
i used to describe myself as a lite masochist many years ago. And, before that, i thought i was actually a masochist, until admitting such would land me in BIG trouble with many Sadists at the time. The masochistic ways i had earned as a young sub, was done so at a time when most Dommes knew nothing but sadism. i got into the scene with an interest in just serving and being useful for the Ones i served. Coincidentally, the first dungeon i became a houseboy at, had primarily Sadistic players working there. Damn, i can still feel my ass burning from all the abuse it was given at the time…. 
The Need To Be Taken 
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