Packing

In less than 24 hours I will meet up with my Minx in a midwestern airport on our way to what I expect will be the Best Thanksgiving Ever. This afternoon I am packing for the trip and I just finished assembling a toy bag for the weekend.

We don’t have a huge collection of toys yet, but each one of these items is very special. The 50 feet of red and white rope, for instance. I remember the two of us dashing into a hardware store right before closing time Labor Day weekend — we needed more rope! The red and white looks so good with all our other red accessories, like the ball gag. We need to have some ball gag practice this weekend. She had a hard time with it during our last visit, but it will surely come in handy when she gets bratty on me and won’t shut up.

The nipple clamps are particularly meaningful for me. I took my Minx out to The Society in Hartford. We didn’t know what to expect since neither of us had been there before. I was also just starting to explore being a top instead of a bottom, so there was a lot of unknown territory. The mere fact that we were going to such a place was thrill enough.

I was in my black latex shirt and Minx wore her spiffy new red latex top and black latex skirt from the Baroness with her amazing fuck-me shoes. After a friendly tour of the space and an explanation of the rules, we watched other folks playing and explored the space a little bit. I gave Minx’s outfit a nice shining, then we found a nice quiet room where we could play.

I bound her hands behind her back with black bondage tape, pulled her breasts out of her top and attached the clamps to her nipples, then I bent her over one of the medical tables and beat her ass.

As fun as that was, the real highlight for me was standing her up and leading her through the club by the chain of the nipple clamps. That was definitely a moment when I started to own my desire to dominate this woman. She was under my control. Mine to show off to this club full of strangers. Mine to guide wherever I wanted. After a drink at the water cooler I took her back to the medical room and bent her over again, this time sliding off my belt and using that on her beautiful latex covered behind.

It makes me happy knowing that she has already packed her bag full of the toys and outfits I told her to pack. It’s going to be hard to sit through a family Thanksgiving meal knowing that the next two days will be filled with amazing BDSM fun.

– MasterMaster

A bit of history

For as long as I can remember, I have had these desires. As a young girl, I tied up my dolls. I even somehow convinced babysitters to let me tie them up, which in retrospect seems precarious. Any story that involved bondage, flogging, submission, slavery, and the like got me excited in a way that nothing else did. I was always fiercely independent, but I wanted so badly to be dominated.

Long before I started having sex, I knew this about myself. But once I began exploring my sexuality with men, I quickly realized that most of them didn’t want anything kinkier than a blow job or to sixty-nine. I would quickly get bored having sex with these men, and once the intoxicating effect of touching a new body wore off, I would lose interest completely. Sex became a chore.

When, on occasion, I would find a man with a bit of kink in him, he inevitably would want to be on the bottom. Even then, it was still very vanilla. The few times that I was able to convince a man whom I trusted to explore my desires were deeply unsatisfying. Tying my hands together with a handkerchief and maybe slapping my ass a couple of times while fucking me from behind left me frustrated and annoyed. It wasn’t enough.

In short, I have never felt sexually satisfied. Until now…

-Minx

Once upon a time…

there was a boy and a girl. They spent years wandering through the world wondering why they weren’t getting what they wanted out of life. They both had deep dark desires that they found impossible to share. Or, if they did try to open up and let someone else see their darkness, it just didn’t work out.

The boy worked up the nerve to try his luck with a professional dominatrix or two, but ultimately that just left him more frustrated and lonely than ever.

Then, somehow, the stars and planets lined up just right and nothing will ever be the same.