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Mistress and Slave

I watched her walk around the room and quietly light candles, setting the room aglow with a flickering half light. She started the music, a hypnotic, seductive sound that filled me with anticipation.

I was ordered to lay face down on the bed, say nothing and not look up. Everything was quiet as she vanished into the bathroom...and I waited. It seemed like an eternity before she returned and I could not help but cast a glance toward her. God, she was beautiful... a mass of blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, black leather bra and chaps, thigh high boots and black gloves that reached above her elbows. In one hand she carried a large whip of horsehair and a crop in the other.

I was captivated by her....filled by an anticipation I had never felt before. I know I gasped, she made me breathless. This was my Mistress, and I had become her slave. I knew at that moment that I would do anything she asked, anything to please her.

From the end of the bed she spoke, strong words, but with a tenderness that disclosed her love for me. She said that from now on I could not speak unless spoken to, nor look at her, express any feelings of pleasure or pain, and must address her, always, as Mistress. Our safe word was "red" but I knew I would never speak it. I would suffer all her punishments and love every second of it.

I felt a blindfold go over my eyes, and I lay there, feeling a rush course through my body, every nerve aroused. One by one she strapped my arms, tying each to a bedpost. I felt her near me, I could smell her and I wanted to taste her, touch her, but I could not. She gently slid off my panties and I had nothing of myself left to hide. I felt straps around my ankles as she tied both feet to a bedpost and then a strap around my thighs, binding my legs together, when all I wanted to do was spread them wide. I could feel the wetness between my legs and hear my heart beat pounding in my ears. I could not move and my mind was racing with sensation. The eroticism of it and the same music playing over and over again.

She spoke and I knew I had to answer, but I cannot remember the question. I said "yes" and knew that "Mistress" should follow, but I did not say it, knowing that punishment would follow. I could hardly wait. She chastised me for breaking the rules and then I felt it—the stinging pain of the crop on my naked buttocks. Suppressing the feelings of pain, unable to move or express emotion—she was in total control. The whip lashed back and forth across my back—exquisite pain, filling my mind with a tidal wave of feeling—pain and pleasure, mingling together, sending me on a rollercoaster ride of eroticism.

And then nothing. All I could feel was the heat, the burning of my beaten flesh...and it felt so good, I wanted more. Then, just as my thoughts gained release, I felt the crop slapping against me and it was all I could do to regain my control, remain expressionless. My muscles tightened against the sting of the leather and the ride started again. I wanted her. God how I wanted this woman, to feel her pressed against me, pushing inside me. The tangle of feelings and thoughts, the pleasure, the agony of it sent me into a mental tailspin.

What a rush! Adrenaline coursing through my body, and the love, the boundless love I felt for my Mistress. I felt a sudden release as she unstrapped my thighs, my wetness cooled by the air as my legs opened. My arms became loose as she untied me and told me to turn over. Still blindfolded, relying on my other senses, all heightened by my lack of sight. My arms tied back up and once again I was helpless, at her mercy and glad to be there. And then the moment I had craved: she touched me, caressed the essence of my femininity and my body shuddered with arousal. I was ripe, ready for her, full to bursting and I wanted her, desired her with such intensity. She finally told me I could express my pleasure.

Suddenly there was a pressure between my legs and something plunged deep inside me. Ecstasy! I heard my arousal as she thrust back and forth and I knew I would not hold back for long, my juices flowing from me, trickling down between my thighs, the familiar feelings building, rising toward that final release. I could hear myself moaning and my hips grinding against her hand as I came, squeezing my legs together, my back arched high off the bed. I could not stop shaking; the orgasm would not end. I lay there, quivering in the aftermath, exhausted. But my reward was not over. I felt the warmth of her breath between my legs and the jolting shock of her tongue on my swollen, sensitive pussy, flicking back and forth, licking, stroking, drinking the fruits of her labor.

She untied me and removed the blindfold. And there she stood, at the edge of the bed, hair wild, electric blue eyes flashing in the half-light. She was so incredible, I could have stared at her all night; the wildness in her stare mesmerizing. Black leather binding femininity, and between her legs, the only remembrance of a man strapped around her hips. She pulled me to the edge of the bed and leaned into me, pulling my hips up over hers, her breasts spilling over leather, her body sparkling with sweat. She thrust into me and I watched. Never had I felt the way I did at that moment. Looking at her pounding between my legs, all woman, thrusting inside me, long blonde hair spilling over her soft creamy shoulders. I had to have her, please her. Harder and harder she rocked into me, in and out, in and out, rhythmically until I exploded, my body wet.

I leaned up and tasted her lips, succulent and sweet, tongues exploring each other. I loosened the buckles around her hips and slowly undressed her, viewing her nakedness, consumed with my love for her. I let my tongue devour her, inch-by-inch, biting, licking, tugging at her erect nipples, down her stomach, closer to the heat of her, the warmth of her wet, open pussy. I let my tongue trace between her lips and tasted her. She gasped and her moans spurred me to satisfy her more. I devoured her with a ruthless hunger as she writhed around the bed, pushing herself against my mouth. I drank her as she flooded into my mouth, sweet nectar. I needed to fill her, be inside her. I fumbled with buckles as I strapped myself up. I climbed up onto the bed and leaned down over her. She parted her legs and I saw her wetness glimmering in the candlelight. My lips pressed down onto hers and she moaned softly, squirming with anticipation beneath me, reacting to the caress of my fingers.

Slipping inside her, slowly, gently, I felt her move down onto me. Our roles reversed now, I looked into her eyes and saw her love for me, the passion, the desire, and it only made want her more. I slid in and out of her, slowly, gliding through her juices. Her legs wrapped around mine. Faster, then slower, then faster, bodies bathed in sweat, feeling her climax rising, no longer two but one, moving together. Her neck arched as I pulled her head back by her hair and I knew she was close. I plunged into her harder, faster. I held her close to me as she reached her climax, feeling her body shudder against mine, and I was complete in her.

Mistress and Slave.

I knew I would serve her always.


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Mistress Dominique's Advice Corner

Dear Dominique,

I am presently in a bi-national relationship. My lover lives in Argentina while I live in the US. We have had the good fortune to have spent approximately 6 months together in the past year. I am now in the process of moving to Argentina to make a life with her because she cannot get an extended Visa of any sort to stay in the US. Anyways.....before I met her, I was single for nearly 10 years. I did not even have sex one single time in that period. (Believe it or not! It is true). Although I have had no problem getting back into the "swing of things", I have been looking for other ways to satisfy my partner. Neither one of us has any desire to use any "toys" of any sort....but, I was wondering if there are any other "erotic" means that I may surprise her with. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for your time.

In answer to your question....where to begin? I have to admit I am a little inquisitive as to why you have no desire to play with toys? There are so many to choose from and so many avenues to explore with them. However, if you are set against them there are many alternatives.

Erotic massage is becoming very popular and there are a number of books available to teach you just what to touch, and how to massage it.

Or you could experiment with role play. Do you have any fetishes? Uniforms, high heels, leather? Do you know each others fantasies? If not, then ask. Sit down and talk to each other....be open and honest and share the things that turn you on. You might be very surprised at some of the simple things that other people find erotic. It is a strange world....just keep an open mind. Sometimes doing things that you thought you would never even think of can be highly erotic simply because you combine the fear of the unknown with sexuality.

Go to a bar or club and pretend not to know each other—pretend you are single and watch other people approach your lover (or vice versa). It can be very erotic to see your partner flirt and be flirted with. Then hit on her and act out a first meeting, but you get to take her home.

I am just throwing out ideas, and do not intend to offend you in any way. I do not know your feelings about D&S or S&M, but if you are very comfortable with each other and trust one another implicitly, then role-play as Mistress and Slave can be very erotic. Once again there are hundreds of books to read and dozens of organizations that would be only too happy to advise and educate you. Bondage does not have to be brutal....being tied up and blindfolded is the height of eroticism. If you do not enjoy pain in the general sense you might be surprised when it has a sexual intent.

Reading to one another can be erotic. Find a sexy book or even a magazine and read to one another. I'll bet you don't make it to the end of the story!

You could seduce her with scents and light. A room full of candles, a bath full of bubbles, a bed covered in rose petals to lay her on after you bathe her—get the picture? Soft, seductive, rhythmic music in the background. This would be a good time to use the erotic massage techniques you've learned.

Blindfold yourselves and then explore each others bodies—without taking them off! Or you could try the other extreme—blindfold your partner, then move over her, coming close to her but never quite touching completely—brush her with your skin, your hair, your lips past hers. I am sure you get the idea!

Be adventurous—run out and make love in the rain, a field, somewhere forbidden, somewhere public where you might get caught. You have to decide what turns you on and what pleases her. Start out by talking and learn how far she is willing to go and how far you think you both can go.

I hope I have given you some ideas that prove successful. Enjoy each other!

As always, your mistress,
Dominique

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