An open letter

lettersThe letter was unsealed. Just folded neatly and left on the table. She was surprised at first to discover that the folded paper was indeed a letter.

When she opened it, she recognised the handwriting of Marcus, immediately. She couldn’t remember when she spoke to him the last  time or if he ever wrote a letter to her.

Marcus was the kind of person, who could just claim what he wanted, a letter was so not his style. Continue reading “An open letter”


2015 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 9,300 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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Elixir of life

Happy valentines day – readers. I noticed off late that we have a lot of followers into our site. So thank you all for inspiring us and showing us your support. Angelle has been writing a lot and I think she has done a great job at it. I have not written in a long time, but with her momentum of writing, I decided to come out of my shell and write something. Today on the day of love I wanted to write about a very intimate aspect of D/s relationship. It is kind of different from our previous content but I hope you like it.

Continue reading “Elixir of life”

Rendezvous [Part -1]

Then she turned to him and smiled, “One last item……..and I am choosing you”, standing proudly, nipples hard, knowing her panties were wet from being so turned on.
Jim swallowed, looked at her and smiled “Thank you” feebly. Deep down he was nervous. He was completely taken aback by her submission before this group. She made him weak before her sexuality. He did not know what to do. He was feeling very very uneasy, still he managed to get up from his seat and kneel before her. She smiled and blushed.
His trembling hands reached for her waist and roamed about, as if he was just feeling her. Then he tucked two of his fingers on the top of her panties. She was amused that she was not embarrassed at all. He closed his eyes as his fingers tried to reach deeper. She looked down at him and said softly – “Why are you closing your eyes? Open them and look at me!”
He opened eyes and looked up but could not explain. He looked very nervous. 
She looked down at Jim – “It’s OK. You can touch my pussy. Or my ass if you wish……I will not mind. Smell my scent if you wish……feel how wet I am…..”
He puts both of his hands in her panties and tried to smell her. She watchwatched his nose bury itself against her wet panties – “That’s it……” Then she moved a hand over his head, shifting hips against his hand.

Then he slowly pulls her panties down.She felt her pussy revealed and let him pull her panties further down before stepping out of them. He took it out looked up to her, holding his prize in both hands. She smiled down at him – “Not so bad, huh?” He said softly, “No, thank you” She smiled gently, “You are most welcome.”

That was the evening of the day when a close circle of friends were invited and she had to choose the guest who would take an item of clothing from her. Everything else had gone before she turned to Jim, her cousin.


She had just been released from the rack – after she had been stretched completely, burnt with hot wax, whipped a bit and had her mouth fucked. This could be the end of the session, but she pleaded to her Master, “Sir, I want to be stretched out again and I would beg you let Jim fuck my mouth…..His girlfriend does not suck his cock……and he deserves that pleasure.”
Jim was stunned and did not speak.
Her Master said, “You can do anything to please him. I think he is nervous and weak. Help him, he needs to be more confident” and then He left and closed the door of the playroom behind Him.

She look up at Jim, “Jim, stand up – You need to make me cum.”
He was still not at his best. Swallowed, “How?”
She looked at him – “By you taking control. If you could do anything…..anything at all to me…….imagine I had a blindfold on and couldn’t see…….what would you do?
“I ….I don’t know.”
She slapped him, “I am not sure you even deserve my mouth. Show me you are a man.”
He looked down.
She walked up to the cuffs hanging from ceiling and led her wrist into one. “Come here, chain me up. Do you want to gag me?”
He shook his head, “No I want to hear you….cry.”
She grinned, “only a real man can whip me so you make sure each hit counts.”

He locked her other wrist into the cuffs and now she was hanging from her wrists, standing on tip toes. But she was defiant, “How many do you think I should take or are you not man enough to make that decision.”
“I wanted…..”
“If you ever cum from a whipping…..”
She motioned her head to the cabinet. “Over there”
“What is there?”
“The bull whip Master chooses to whip me with”
He held the strong whip in his hands, trying to feel the leather.
“Hold it like you own it, you spineless pig. How is a girl supposed to feel respect for you
? Does your girlfriend have your balls?”
She wanted to push him, make him angry so that he could make her feel the sting from the whip and this is what he exactly did.


The next morning she found her Master was ready when she woke up. He was dressed and packed a small suitcase too. He kissed her and told her, “I have to go on an urgent business meeting out of town. I am sure you will feel safe with Jim. He is nice and will take care of you. If you wish you can still be submissive to him but it is your choice”

After He left, she crawled naked into Jim’s room and seeing his masculinity rising above, decided to use her tongue to wake him up.

An afternoon

She took her favorite position – on His lap. She wore His favorite clothing – a red and black check short pleated skirt that hardly came to the mid of her thighs along with a white blouse folded around her breasts. Not quite something one would see woman in her age wear, but she did n’t mind, at home in His lap she was a love slave. Moreover, she had been freshly spanked. So she was bouncing with joy. Her whorish instincts were into play. Though forbidden, she was touching His cock or part of His hairy chest that peeped out of the loose shirt He was wearing. She had sucked Him off not less than an hour ago, but she could not keep her hands off Him.

She was looking into His eyes and He into hers. Their eyes were playing mischief with one another. It was as if they silently spoke of lust. It was anyway a holiday. They either spent a lot of time on bed or on the couch. She was feeling very fresh and energetic. Earlier this morning He gave her that wonderful body massage from neck to toe with oil and then a bath. She could not ask for anything more. But wait, she always could. She wanted that tiny droplet of sweat coming down His chest. Without caring for permission, she bent over and licked it. She needed His body salt for nutrition.

‘You can not just keep yourself calm, can you – girl?’
‘Not unless you help me focus!’, she tried to sound innocent.
‘What do you mean?’
‘You know like the arm binders or handcuffs or the ropes or the cage or the …’
‘Enough of it slut, what are you trying to do, tease me to be hard on you?’
She did not answer directly and looked away, smiling, barely able to hide her mischievous smile. Her pussy was clenching at the thought of His cock, though she lost track of the number of times she was fucked the night before. He was probably dry by now but she could take an attempt to find out if He really were or not.
‘What was that, answer me, are you never ashamed of being such a slut all the time? Being such a whore? Where is your self control?’

In a flash her skin felt the shock of burning pain searing through her whole body as she shuddered in the memories of the night before – when she was tightly bound, exposed and danced in pain for hours. The images of her own tear stricken face with a mess of cum and piss and welts all over her body came in front of her eyes.

A drop of tear came to her eye involuntarily and fell on a feeble whip mark on her breasts, that was now fading after hours of torment. She did not know if it was a tear of joy or sorry.

She put her arms around His neck, looked at Him into His eyes, ‘Who would I be a whore for, if not you?’

At that very moment, they both felt proud for each other and jumped on to each others arms once again, almost ripping their clothes. No one remembered who made the first move.

Additional chapters for “To dance for a man”

Read “To dance for a man” by my girl here.


“What are we doing today?”, she asked, playfully. Her eyes glistened. She was wearing his favorite short pleated skirt and white top, quite unlikely clothing for a woman of her age, but she loved to wear anything for him, well anything or nothing.

He was calm and poised. Like always. He said, “I am going to work from home. There are some long conference calls I have to attend.”

This was far from what she had imagined. She badly needed attention, but given the tone he chose to speak, she did not want to interrupt him really. She shrugged and thought about returning to a thriller she was reading before.

“You look disappointed girl”

“I am Sir, I wanted to be with you…spend the day after a whole week and now you have to work”, she sighed.

“Well, now that I have to work – what do you think you could do?”

She jumped with joy. “A lot sir, I could bend and position myself and hold you in my mouth like you always wanted. Or perhaps you could tie my up to a chair and control my orgasm with that special vibrator, or if you wanted you could tie me up for long duration – which you told me about last month”

He smiled, “Or you could go and pay a visit to Marcus, perhaps?”

She gasped, “You want to send to me to him again?”

“Why – is that a problem?”

“Sir he is so mean to me, so harsh. He would not spare me and without you being there it is much more difficult. He would leave no stones unturned to hurt me badly with the whip.”

“But why is that? Didn’t you date him once?”

“Because you want him to be, Sir.”

“And you dont want that?”

She looked down, “No Sir, I didn’t mean that. I would endure anything for your pleasure. You could whip me like he does. You can whip me now and then leave me in the bonds and then whip me later when you have finished working.”

“But that wont be nearly as effective.”

She started fumbling, “Sir, have I displeased you in any way?”

“No girl, you have not.You were great with me back there when you had me in bonds, I totally enjoyed it and you have done nothing wrong to be punished. But still would you go to Marcus if I want you to?”

“I would if you wish me to and it brings you pleasure”, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Doorbell rang. “That must be him. Right on time.”

She looked at him, he wont even get up and kiss her. She wanted to hold him one more time before leaving. She took a step to the door and heard him saying, “I love you” and then she turned and jumped on to him and kissed him hungrily. He wiped her tears. The doorbell rang again. This was time to go, but those magical words gave her the strength. She was shamelessly proud and walked towards the door.


He woke up in the middle of the night. There was something strange. He realized he was naked. Surprisingly his hands were behind his back and they were cuffed with a pair of steel handcuffs.

She made him get up and push him towards his back. There was no light. He could feel her. She was deliberately waking him up. Then he saw her silhouette. She was whipped badly by Marcus. Her whole body was marked. She was sobbing uncontrollably when Marcus dropped her home. That is exactly how he wanted her. He kissed her all over, gave her a bath and made love to her passionately and she moaned when his body rubbed against her welts. Then they both had gone to bed and was soon asleep.

“What happened girl? Is everything okay?”

“I wanted to suck you again”

“But now?”

“Yes, right now. Why is that a problem?”

“Well there is – I am dry. I came heavily inside you”

“Oh! but there is more I am sure.” She bent over and started playing with his cock. It felt strange. His cock was limp and he had not fully awaken.

“I am telling you girl – I have run out of storage.”

“Oh dont worry. I have all night to figure out.” She jumped hungrily on his cock and started licking his cock vigorously.

He moaned and gasped, “oh fuck, no – wait girl. You are going to wear us both out”

“I am not going to wait and I don’t care what you want. There is only one way to find out”

She left for a while and returned with two candles. He almost screamed when she emptied the pool of wax from both of them on his chest. To their surprise he was erect again. She smiled, “I am going to tease you all night”

“I am all yours”, he gasped. Breathing heavily till then.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, girl”

She bent over on his cock. It was 3 am in the morning.

If you please!

[This is my first post on this blog and I could not think of anything better than this to start with. In the very few words, it tells a great deal about us]

girl: (smiles happily) – i want to make You so happy, if whipping me makes You that way then whip me and make me beg you to stop until You can’t control yourself and just cum, shooting Your load over my marked, sweat covered, writhing body.

Master: Now you surprise me – that is such an wonderful idea and I didn’t think of it before you.

girl: (smiles and curtsies) – thank You, Sir. May be when attached to the whipping post You can whip me and then spray Your cum on my marked body……piss on me…….use me as you wish….no rules….for Your pleasure only. i want to be kept at the whipping post so that when i have to go to the bathroom i end up pissing on myself or pissing where i stand. i want You to take me to the edge of sanity, where all that matters to me is You and Your pleasure……perhaps more than 1 day at the whipping post? or various places outside and not necessarily more than one day of the whipping post but a day of whipping post and 2 days or so of solid bondage and i would do it for You Sir if it pleased You.

Master: Well, that is something I always wanted.

[Thinking how it all started? May be we will retrospect on that sometime. ]