When His 'No' to Pain is a 'Yes' to You.

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Most of the subs I've played with have been pain sluts of one degree or another. Dreaming of the lash of the flogger or the sting of the cane they wiggle, squirm even yelp at the strike. But still their asses reach out for more and they take pride in the remaining welts, bruises and marks.

But what of the sub that wants no part of pain? No part of Impact play. And yet there is a stirring deep inside his soul to say 'Yes' to you. He winces when he thinks of your cane. Slightly trembles when you talk of the swing of the flogger and the rhythm you feel as it slides across his skin. Yet at closer examination his cock is hard and dripping; his stomach, full of anticipation.

His desire to please you.....to see the pleasure spread across your face, the delight in your eyes when his surrender is complete is far greater than any pain inflicted on his flesh. Each sting of the hand, bite of the tail and burn of the cane reaches beyond his skin and penetrates his soul.

His desire to be owned by you, trained by you, intimately known by you is his quest.

This man...... reaches into my own soul. His hunger feeds me.

Saturday Eye Candy!

To celebrate Saturdays and that we all need a diversion or two, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my Tumblr site Sexual Destinies!

Had family visiting all week. But did get to go play last night.  ;) And yes, I'm still writing!  But dang life has been busy! Things are settling down to hopefully a nice routine. Did run into my ex bottom last night at the center. Happy smiles and warm hugs. Damn he felt good against me. I've missed touching him. Must rekindle things there.  ;)

Making him wait.....

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The Touch of Ownership.

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Yes, it was a good night and his ass wiggled and look like this.  ;)

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Come and Play Sexy Boy

( CB almost looks like a Christmas card here! )

It had been a while since I had the opportunity to use my strap on. A major draw back in not being in a steady relationship...so many of the things I enjoy doing are not in play. I love the power exchange that takes place when a man offers up to me that sacred place of his. Especially if it's for the first time. But I'm picky and not every man walking around with this interest to explore is going to be able to draw that lust out of me to take him. There must be a connection formed between us over time and a stirring that he's able to create in me that awakens the desire to posses him. All of him...even if it's only temporary. This was not about building a relationship with someone, this was about having a beautiful, sexy, toned and hungry boy to play with and I knew just who would fit the bill.

CB was coming up on business and had a night free to spend with me. We planned to meet for a light dinner and drinks. He was to wear over that tone, tall frame of his a nice shirt, tight button-fly jeans and slinky panties underneath. He complied and arrived with an anxious and submissive demeanor.

He was fidgety over dinner and in his boyish charm he spoke of idle things as I watched his mouth move, and his eyes give away his anxious mood. As I listened and responded to his banter my right hand moved over his left thigh and found the warmth of his crotch. All I could think about was touching him. Looking at his naked form before me. Examining him. I needed to get him home...soon. Forget soon!  Now!

As soon as he entered my hallway I had him stop and strip. I leaned against the wall, arms casually folded and watched as his clothes were removed and placed in a neat pile on the bench. Now down to those panties I had told him to wear, I left him standing in the living-room while I retreated to the bedroom and changed. A few moments later I emerged wearing a black lace trimmed corset along with the lace thong panties, black thigh highs and black boots I already had on. He stood waiting and when he saw me, his eyes widen and his cock harden without a touch. He was uneasy as I approached him.

"Are you cold?" I placed my right hand under his balls and gently pulled down on the fabric.

"No Miss." He tried to be calm but I could see a slight trembling as my hand moved along the fabric that outlined his erection.

I could almost hear the flooding of thoughts that were racing through his mind. How many nights before this one had he laid awake wondering just what would transpire between us? Which of those many thoughts were now some of the cause of his trembling? Didn't matter....I loved seeing it. God how I love that! I grabbed the oil I had on the counter nearby and poured some in the palm of my hands. He watched my every move as I warmed the oil between them.

"Take them off." He floundered for a brief second then remembering all he had on were the panties, immediately dropped them to the carpet.

"Leave them there and stand still." I instructed him as he started to bend over to pick them up.

I approached him and stopped, standing only a few inches away. He started to reach his hands up as if to touch me, "No." I grabbed his chin and met his eyes with mine. "Stand still. Don't move."

I placed my hands on his shoulders, warm oil coating them as I ran my palms down his arms. "Stand very still." I whispered as I brushed my lips across his. I continued to move my hands along his chest, down his inner thighs, briefly touching the sides of his shaft. His sighs and low moans started increasing as I made my way along behind him. My hands now exploring his back, again his shoulders and arms, then back down to the small of his back.

I reached for more oil, pouring a generous amount into my palm. I pressed the front of my thighs against the back of his, his ass warming just above my mound. I could feel my own wetness increasing and starting to soak the crotch of my panties. I pressed my chest up against his back, my hands traveling around him and down to his cock, his head shiny with pre-cum. The moment my hands touched his shaft he moaned and leaned back against me. I was lost in just feeling the warmth of his skin and the strength of his body when his arms swiftly moved behind him and in-between us. His fingers found their way into my panties; as if my wetness was calling out to them announcing the way.

For a very brief moment I thought of slapping his arms for being disobedient, but hesitated long enough to enjoy the smoothness of his fingers expertly sliding into my pussy and gently kissing her folds with his finger tips. I squeezed the muscles inside her enough to pull his fingers a bit deeper then forced myself to pull away before I made the evening all about him pleasuring me. That would have to wait for another time. Tonight was about owning him. Pulling him into me and taking that sweet ass of his I'd been dreaming about. That thought alone overrode my own need for self pleasure. I had more in store for him, and I had only just begun.

Nice treat for under the tree!

Happy Holidays!

When the Heart is Owned.

 

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As I journey along in this lifestyle as a single dom I'm finding many submissive men that are into the fantasy of being owned but not understanding what that may mean to the dom. And in my case, what that means to me. I've talked with men who at first seem compatible with my desires but soon it becomes clear that their long held fantasy has more of a hold on them then the reality of following through in real time. The conversation becomes littered with their wants and deepest needs. I do want to know these things. But I also need to know they want to discover the one they are asking to deliver these to them! I have said to some that they need to visit a pro dom if it's really about getting their fix or finding whether something works for them. For me it's not their money I want but their heart! I'm looking for a relationship not a business deal.

I know when I have a man's heart. I can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he touches me, kisses me and lastly in the words he expresses to me. The language that passes between us is sometimes silent but undeniable. It reflects a knowledge that goes beyond the conscious mind and journeys into an unexplained sense of the other. This is a beauty that develops over an investment of time. The beginning of that hopefully recognized in the first moments of finding the connection that is worthy to pursue.

When that is taking root and he says, "I not only love you, but you own me. Completely.", there is evidence in his actions that backup his words. You can feel the power in his declaration as it leaves his soul. He'll do anything for you.

I've had this before and I'll not settle for less now. This time I want it forever. I've tried to go back to conventional dating; vanilla men...but there is no sense in kidding myself. There is no going back once you've tasted the essence of a man's submission. I need the dominance over his body. The freedom to use and take him at my will knowing how he hungers for each encounter. That diving into his open soul, exposing the darkness he has kept hidden that now spills out in relief to be embrace by one who treasures his secrets.

This I hunger for. This I need completely. This I want to own.

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Saturday Eye Candy!

To celebrate Saturdays and that we all need a diversion or two, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my tumblr site! http://sexualdestinies.tumblr.com/

Ownership. It's complicated. I know of many men that want to experience being 'owned' by a strong woman. They have their fantasies of what the submission would feel like, look like... How deep they would fall under it's power. But the funny thing about ownership in my world is that I must want to own you! What do you bring to my life that enriches, thrills and would excite me to have the desire to possess you? It's not just the act of submission, but what is the fabric and substance of that submission. What lies in that man's soul that makes me realize I must have him...all of him?

To Own You......

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To Take You....

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To Possess You....

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