I usually avoid churches, but for today's special event I'd made an exception. Tucked away at the back of the seated area, I sat by myself while the service dragged on. I was being paid no attention by the spell-bound attendees, or perhaps assumed to be one of the church's regular fixtures. A demure, long brown raincoat kept me warm inside the stone relic, while my long hair pinned to my neck by the buttoned-up coat served as a scarf of sorts.
With increasing awareness of and interest in BDSM, much of the related jargon and terms have made their way into common parlance. Two such words are 'kink' and 'fetish'. They're often used interchangeably, but as they are two different words it's natural to wonder what the actual meanings are.
For many people, submission and BDSM can only ever be enjoyed as part of a pre-arranged session. The fun might be even more restricted for others – only accessed via the internet. Some people, however, enjoy submission and BDSM on a 24/7 basis. What about you? Can you imagine ever including submission and BDSM in your everyday life?
Is submission a sign of weakness? Many are fooled into thinking so. I'm talking about submission in sexual or power exchange terms; submission as part of BDSM.
I'd taken far too long to complete the last task I'd been given, and my Mistress was very displeased with me. Despite my begging and pleading, and my grovelling apology, I got the impression Mistress was deliberately making me wait before announcing her chosen punishment.
My Daddy is very big and so very strong. He has big hands to hold me tight and strong warm arms to wrap around me tightly and make any bad things go away. Daddy always has zillions Happy Birthday Daddy From Your Dirty Little Girlof cuddles and huggles for his little girl.
I moaned aloud as he took me by the shoulders and drove the full length of his cock deep into my achingly hungry pussy. My slippery, soft labia were spread apart as they massaged his welcome penetration. My head turned to the side, flat on the bed as he pinned it there with his heavy hand in my hair, he rammed his cock into me repeatedly, frenziedly. This wasn't love-making. This was primitive, carnal rutting.
They were miles away from each other, but a heat linked them as they spoke. She was reclining in her bed, ready to drift to sleep. Alone in his room, he was kneeling beside his own bed. She enjoyed the sweetness of it, knowing he was that way for her, and the similarity to the pose to that for nighttime prayers did not escape her.
He was helpless. There was no going back.
A lot of people who only enjoy your run-of-the-mill sex don’t always understand the appeal behind bondage and sadomasochism. This is because they are used to seeing sex as a pleasure-giving activity; so they don’t always get why some people will want to be dominant or be dominated.
He pulled her down with hands on her upper thighs, and there was pure joyful malice in her eyes as she become the bull rider to his bull. His hands were all over her beautiful body and her sounds of ravaged pleasure filled my ears, hitting me like a slap, again and again.
It was just an hour from when I got her message to when I arrived. Just an hour. Now, looking back, it seems almost impossible that there was just an hour of intermission between my old life to my new reality.