Dragonfly Geisha

Dearest Esteemed Patrons,

2011-01-30T12:08:00.000-08:00

Dragonfly wishes to extend her heartfelt apologies for not tending to you as you so truly deserve. She wishes you will forgive her and assures you she will resuming her salacious tales of wanton damsels in need.

She would also like to extend an invitation.

This Okiya has always been a loving, open home for those who long for a place to share and express their erotically pleasing talents. If you would like to offer a piece for publication, please email Dragonfly at dragonfly.geisha@gmail.com and she will thoroughly enjoy reviewing your submission.

Eternally yours,

Dragonfly xo

The Bride (11)

2010-06-15T09:51:00.000-07:00

Dear Mistresse Battu,

Thank you for meeting with and evaluating my precious wife and slave, emmaline. I was thrilled to find out that you and I have common views on how proper young ladies should be trained and subsequently behave. I had heard of your ability to help young wayward girls re-enter into and be accepted by society and was pleased that you also offer obedience and service training for married women seeking to become better slaves. I was even more thrilled to hear that you and I employ similar strict and severe methods that suit my emmaline so well.

I have received the special collar you require all new trainees to wear, and will place it on emmaline's neck in preparation for her transport. I also give you permission to pierce and mark emmaline as you see fit in keeping with your strict training.

As you had mentioned, emmaline is very submissive and willing to please, and is very skilled in the art of sexual pleasure. I would like her to be trained how to properly please and serve a woman as I am in the process of acquiring another female.

Emmaline will be delivered to you the first of the month in the way that you require. I patiently wait for your further instruction.

Sir

The Bride (10)

2010-02-19T10:00:00.000-08:00

Sitting in the lounge swirling his cognac in his crystal snifter, he thought of his firmly trussed and caned girl locked securely in her cage. He wondered if the stripes he placed on her bum with his cane earlier were fading, although this was doubtful. He enjoyed watching her smile melt into fear as he ordered her to fetch his cane. Without a word, he place her on her back, raised her legs in the air and proceeded to give her six of the hardest strokes his arm would allow. She cried and begged for forgiveness unsure of what she did to displease him, and he would not tell her because there really was no infraction other than her level of comfort needing adjusting. After the sixth stroke, he bound her arms and ankles together as she lay on her stomach, inserted the large butt plug, and gagged her while she sobbed. He contemplated placing a hood over her head, decided not to. He then carried her and placed her in a cage he had installed under the bench at the foot of the bed,showered, dressed and left to meet friends for dinner.

The conversation ebbed and flowed and he was able to marginally participate while swimming in his thoughts. He loved these get togethers with old school chums, but his recent rumination about where to take his girl next was weighing on his mind. How he would love to discuss this with his friends if only they shared his unique proclivities, and then as if one of them read his mind, he said, "We've decided to send our youngest daughter off to live with her aunt and uncle in the south for the summer. It seems our control of her is ineffective, and my wife feels that some time living under another's rules might be the thing to get her back into line. My brother and wife run a very strict household and have agreed to help in this endeavor. We also felt that a change of scenery might make her more appreciative as well."

That's it, he thought, the direction I will go with my girl. Perhaps a bit of time trained by another might help push her further. Then he remembered there was a women he had met many years ago who specialized in training young wayward girls to prepare them for marriage. He had heard stories about her methods, and thought this was an avenue worth exploring. He wondered how his girl would respond under the domination of another. He wondered if she was truly submissive or just submissive to him. He wanted to know the true depth of her slave heart, and enlisting another might just be the way to find out. He also could not deny that he found it incredibly arousing to imagine his girl under the dominion of another woman, servicing and pleasing another female, and this was the sexual direction he would explore as well.

This new delicious rumination made his smile broaden as he swirled his last sip of cognac and bid goodnight to his chums. He had a lot of planning to do and wanted to start first thing in the morning.

Abigale's Garden

2010-02-17T09:00:00.000-08:00

When Nan Van Bellen heard of the young woman's passing in church that frosty Sunday morning, a pang of sadness shot through her heart. Zoe Beneden was a gentle, kind girl riddled with illness from the moment she drew breath, not able to have children or to truly enjoy the riches with which she was surrounded. Nan's thoughts went to the woman's husband, Deiter Beneden, the wealthiest financier on the eastern seaboard, and she wondered how he was coping. Kneeling in church, praying for the Beneden family, she had a thought. Perhaps this tragedy could turn into the opportunity she was hoping for. Perhaps she had found a way to save her family and her daughter.

Abigale was the youngest of three daughters born to Mr. and Ms. Klaus Van Bellen. She had always been an overly spirited child, which is how her mother apologetically described her to ease a stranger's raised eyebrow. Abbey, of course, had no idea what her mother meant by this, and had no desire to change despite the constant urging of her parents and sisters to do so. She had no interest in anything conventional or traditional and she hated the vapidness of her older sisters and their endless quest to forge their future in New England society.

Abigale was a free spirit who found her peace meandering through the dimly lit hallways of museums and art galleries, always a journal in hand in case the creative energy was to find and inspire her words. She never saw herself like her mother or sisters, women of high society supported by a rich husband, surrounded by children. She wanted to see the world and travel, and spew prose to anyone who would listen, but her parents demanded she live within confines they worked so hard to establish and maintain. Abigale often heard them arguing in hushed whispers about their petulant child, and what they should do with her. She hoped they would just come to the conclusion that she was who she was and hoped they would perhaps just ship her to Europe so she would be out of sight and no longer cause embarrassment. However, the only place Klaus Van Bellen intended to send his youngest charge was to a respectable husband's house, whomever that may be. He knew that sending her on her own in any capacity would be a mistake. Abigale was special, not like his other daughters, and girls like her need to be protected, and kept in control.

As Abigale approached her 18th birthday, her parents became more and more fretful about the state of their daughter's future. With no marital prospects on the horizon, they feared that the window of opportunity to find a suitable husband was closing, and people were beginning to talk. Klaus had had enough. Being an expert horseman, Klaus explained to his delicate Nan that taming a young girl was not much different from breaking a horse and that if his daughter did not change her ways, he would seriously consider taming their young Philly with his most severe whip. Abigale's mothers was appalled by her husband's notion, and begged him to reconsider such drastic measures. Nan knew her husband was becoming desperate to even suggest such a thing.

"She will acquiesce to our wishes by her 18th birthday and accept the hand of a suitor of our choosing, or she will be cut off without a cent. She must be persuaded, Nan by either by your method or mine." Klaus told his wife, and the ultimatum was set.

As Nan knelt at the pew her thoughts swirled. Deiter Beneden would be a perfect choice for Abigale. He was well-established, incredibly wealthy, and patient. He had taken care of Zoe for so long, that perhaps he would welcome Abigale's vivacious demeanor. He could offer Abigale a stable life, and the family could hold their heads high among their peers. Klaus would approve of such a thing, Nan was sure of it. Of course, it was too soon to approach Deiter directly about a formal introduction to her daughter, and she feared looking too eager to marry off her feisty daughter. She needed a subtle way to plant the seeds of their possible union, but how? Then Nan saw her answer four pews ahead of her fishing for a tissue in her white wicker clutch. It was Deiter's mother

Deiter Beneden was a stoic but kind man. He wasn't a handsome man but he would not be considered homely. In fact, he was quite ordinary. There was nothing that would stand out about Detier Beneden so a description of him could be made. His shoulders were not broad, nor his brow strong. His facial features were simple and unremarkable and he was always impeccably groomed. On the advice of his mother, after a suitable mourning period, he met with the young Abigale.

Deiter was immediately enamored. Her long flaxen hair flowing gracefully and gently hugging the slight curve in the small of her back. Her cerulean blue eyes, bright and wild blinked with innocence, yet pierced with powerful precision. When her fleshy pink lips she so often licked and bit slowly eased into the slightest smile, Deiter's heart literally fluttered. Through the layers and layers of conservative clothing she seemed to hide beneath, her luscious body betrayed her. Sensuous curves pushing and pulling the fabric driving the imagination into the most obscene corners. How could this creature not yet be claimed, he wondered? What does she do to drive men away? He couldn't imagine what was wrong with her, and he didn't care. He had to have her, the spell she cast on him was strong he would do anything for it to last.

Abigale, however, did not feel the same about Deiter thinking him a bit too old and dull for her taste, and at first vehemently protested the proposal. Nan convinced her daughter by appealing to her desire to see the world, and explained to her daughter that her father intended to cut her off without a cent if she was not married or engaged by her 18th birthday. She explained to her that the only way she would be able to see the things she had always dreamed about, was if she were accompanied by a husband of means. Abigale hated hearing her mother say these words, but knew them to be true. But more than that, she hated seeing her mother so desperate and started to understand the toll her actions were taking on her mother, so she agreed to the arrangement.

Deiter was seldom home as he had a very large investment firm to run, and this suited Abigale. She didn't mind his being away, in fact she preferred it. The household ran itself and she was free to do the things she wanted. Abbey loved the sprawling property and the gardens that seemed to go on forever. She was always discovering beautiful little nooks framed by creeping roses or ivy, where she could just sit and think or read for hours. She wondered about the unique gardener who created these spaces. He was truly a unique artist, she thought, as each of these precious places seemed to tell a story. She asked one of the maids about him.

"His name is Victor, Miss. He lives in the cottage in the southwest corner."

Oh, she thought. She would have to walk down one day and meet the mysterious artist and tell him how much she enjoys his creations.

On a particular warm afternoon Abigale decided to take a swim in the lake on the grounds. She removed her skirt and blouse, kicked off her sandals and jumped in wearing only her bra and panties. Seeing that no one was around she decided to swim in the nude and slipped off her underthings throwing them to the shore.

"You really should come out of the lake, it's not safe to swim."

"OH MY!"

She screamed and she spun around to see a man standing at the water's edge carrying a bucket and a spade and realized this must be the elusive gardener.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay. Your name is Victor, right? You are the gardener?"

"Yes." He said, a bit shocked that she knew his name, "You really should get out of the lake, there are snakes in there this time of year."

"Snakes don't scare me Victor, do they scare you?"

As he searched for an answer to her mocking question she took inventory of him. Strong tanned arms, broad shoulders pushing through the clean white cotton tee shirt. Khaki shorts and muddied work boots framing muscular thighs and calves. His hair was dark and thick and curly and she wondered how much of it covered the rest of his body. Abigale then became aware of her body's reaction to the man's hazel eyes grazing over her flesh. For the first time in her life the bits between her thighs began to burn and she never felt so naked before in her life. She was scared and excited needing to see where this would lead, yet fighting the urge to just run away.

"No, Miss, I am not afraid of snakes, but you should know one is coming quite close to your head right now!"

Abigale turned to see the harmless snake slithering atop the water. The sight of the creature startled her and she screamed and flailed her way to the shore.

"I thought you weren't afraid of snakes!" He said and laughed heartily at her.

"In theory, I am not, but, I guess in person I am."

She realized the naked state of herself next to this strange man, and tried to cover herself with her arms.

"Do you know who I am?" Abigale asked out of some obligation to a husband she barely knew.

"Yes I know who you are Miss, and I am glad you are enjoying the gardens."

"Oh, I do enjoy them very much. I often wonder what inspires your creations."

Victor dropped his bucket and spade and stood close to Abigale.

"I am inspired by the beauty I see. I am inspired by the curve of her neck, the swell of her breast, the hue of her lips. I am inspired by the gold in her hair, and sky in her eyes. I am inspired by you, Miss Abigale. Since the moment you arrived, your beauty is all I see and what I want to honor with my creations. I am inspired by you."

Before Abigale could respond to his revelation, Victor took her by the shoulders, bringing her close to him and kissed her deeply. She felt his tongue circling hers and he felt her body flushing with heat as he moved his mouth to her full rounded breasts. Caressing them with his lips and tongue, taking her nipple into his mouth he devoured the swollen pink buds. She started to moan and writhe and he she swayed a bit, finding it difficult to remain standing. Without stopping his succulent kissing, he picked her up and walked over to the bench under the weeping willow tree. She put her hands around his neck, kissing him deeper and deeper, feeling her body slipping from her control. Victor positioned Abigale on his lap and moved his legs forcing her to open wider to him.

With every touch, Abigale's flesh was awakened. She had never known her body capable of feeling such sensation. The only other man that ever touched her was Deiter, and he seemed so detached as he lay on top of her with his passionless pumping. He couldn't even look her in the eyes before rolling off of her and saying goodnight. Victor continued his ministration circling in closer and closer to the glistening pink folds between her silky thighs begging his attention. Glazing his fingers ever so gently over her nether region, her kissing intensified. She wanted to pull Victor into herself, into every orifice of her being, until she completely dissolved her physical form become part of him.

Her moaning was guttural as he thrust his fingers deep inside of her, a sound she did not know she possessed. Deeper and deeper he thrust into her until she was riding his fingers to her own primal rhythm. He felt her cresting and his tongue plunged into her mouth as she came in waves. Abigale had never felt such intense pleasure and Victor knew this. He continued guiding her through orgasm after orgasm, his fingers never leaving her hot wet cunt until they were drenched and she was spent, her head falling on his shoulder in utter exhaustion. He withdrew his fingers that were slick with her juices and brought them up to his lips to taste her honey. She gasped and he was amused by her sudden embarrassment and took his fingers still dripping with her and brought them to her mouth.

"Now you taste."

She shook her head in protest and he raised his eyebrow. She opened her mouth and he stuck his fingers in her, urging her to suck them clean, and she did.

"You taste delicious, don't you"

She nodded and continued sucking the juice from his fingers.The sight of her full lips lapping his fingers was more than he could bear. He placed her on knees on the ground before him and stroked her face and hair as he unzipped his pants and removed his thick cock. He wanted and needed to feel her lips around his cock. Her eyes widened at the size of his thick cock and dark curly hair, at it's base. He guided the tip of his cock to her lips.

"Kiss."

And she did.

"Lick it."

And she did, loving the smell of this real man before her and wanting to taste more.

"Now suck."

And she did.

It was obvious to Victor that she had never orally pleasured a man and he instructed her how to open her mouth wide and accept him down into her her throat. She gagged a little, but he was patient with her, allowing her to find a comfortable rhythm. He loved the feeling of her warm wet mouth caressing his cock and her vigor indicated her enjoyment as well. Abigale felt his cock harden even more, and then he pulled out, telling her to leave her mouth open. Spurts of his hot cum filled her wanton mouth and she lapped up the sweet manly essence.

As she wiped a rogue drop from her chin, she sat back on her heels and she blushed, a bit ashamed. She had not known that she was capable of doing such a thing and was shocked by her ability her desire, and she wanted more.

Victor's wanted more as well, and he pulled Abigale up by her arms guiding her body over his growing cock. Sucking her breasts and kneading her ass, she threw her head back, her golden tresses glistened in the sun. He pulled her body down onto him and drove his cock deep into her body. She gasped with pleasure, and he guided her up and down his shaft helping her find that perfect spot driving her back over he edge of ecstasy. Soon he felt her cunt clenching around him as she held the sides of his head and looked into his eyes. She wanted to see into the soul of this man who seemed to know the secrets of her body. Riding him hard, he let her explore her pleasure over and over again, and when he felt himself ready to cum again, he took her firmly by the nape of the neck and positioned her on her knees.

For the second time that afternoon, Abigale swallowed the seed of the gardener underneath the willow tree, and she had never felt so contented in all her life.

Victor lifted her into his arms. Holding her tightly, assuring her with his warm embrace, but their intimate moment was interrupted the sound of twigs breaking under a stranger's foot, and they realized they were no longer alone. Abigale quickly gathered her clothing and ran back to the main house. Victor picked up his tools and disappeared into the brush.

Deiter was the stranger, and had watched the whole encounter from a bush. Deiter often watched his wife in the garden, unbeknownst to anyone, not even the gardener. In fact, Deiter often "added" a day or two to his trips to do just this. He wondered what they would think of him, a man of his stature huddled in a bush watching this beautiful creature he married, sucking the cock of the hired help. How could he explain that he would never be able to relate to her like a man should, like Victor did. He couldn't. It's better this way, to watch, to admire, to love, from afar.

He waited a while longer until he was sure it was safe to emerge. As he walked up to the house he thought he would offer Victor a raise in the morning.

The Bride (9)

2010-02-15T10:06:00.000-08:00

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Lying on his back with his hands clasped behind his head, he looked down at his beautiful Emmaline as she worshiped his cock with her mouth and tongue. She has taken to her training very well, he thought, as she sucked his flesh down deep in her throat. His cock was glistening from her dedication and he bent his legs up, indicating she is to tend to his nether region, and like the obedient whore she had become, she plunged her tongue deep into his ass. Sucking and slurping as her Master enjoys, she reaches up with her hands and strokes his cock.

He is relaxed and has decided that he will enjoy her attention for quite a while before he releases. He watches her as she alternates sucking his balls, his cock and his ass, and thinks that maybe she has become to comfortable in her place as she seems to move over his pelvis with such skill. He thinks of all the things he has trained his young bride to do and to be and of how little he has had to punish her as she has been quite eager to please him, and always does her best. There was only one time she had been disobedient, refusing to do a simple task. He realized that she was most likely testing her husband to see if in fact he would physically punish her as he had eluded he would. He quickly satisfied his bride's curiosity and demonstrated to her that disobedience would not be tolerated, which is the phrase he made her repeat after all 30 hard strokes of his cane. The lovely stripes across her alabaster skin thrilled him so, and he decided that perhaps she shall receive 6 strokes of his cane tonight. Yes, 6 indeed, he thought as her tongue delved deep into his bottom, perhaps this would put her back on that precarious edge he liked her to be, but he would still consider a new direction to push her in sexually.

He had decided he had enough of her worshipping for now, as he had to get ready to meet friends for dinner in an hour and he still had to cane his whore, bind and cage her for the evening. He reached down and grabbed her head pushing her down hard onto his cock as he spurted his cum deep into her throat commanding her to swallow. His hands still in her hair, he spun around to sit on the side of the bed pulling her onto the floor at his feet. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile.

"Get my cane, girl. Now."

Happy Holidays

2009-12-24T05:57:00.000-08:00

Wishing you much happiness this holiday season and many blessings in the new year, from our home to yours.

So thankful... for all of you..xoxox

2009-11-25T09:53:00.000-08:00

Kneeling Girl Propped on Her Elbows, 1917 by Egon Schiele

un-tit-led...

2009-11-17T16:07:00.000-08:00

Sitting there in a dimly lit room feeling her naked flesh reacting to a cold breeze wafting through the air, she gasped. Fruitlessly trying to move her body away from the cold, she realized how tightly bound to the chair she was. He was particularly cruel this time as he tied her arms behind the chair's back forcing her shoulder blades together. Binding her legs in half and to the legs of the chair as well. She couldn't move an inch and she had no idea what his intentions were for her this dark and stormy night.

As the ache in her shoulders started to burn, she heard the door open. She felt the sound of his heavy footsteps deep within her chest and for a moment she thought she heard a fainter footfall with him as well. He turned on the light and there, standing before her was her Master, tall and foreboding holding a leash attached to a collar around the neck of a young, nubile, buxom girl who was kneeling at his side. If she weren't trained herself, she might have felt jealous or angry at her Master for having another slave with him, but she knew that it was only his will that mattered that she was meant to please him.

The Master dropped the leash to the floor and went over to the bound slave. He walked behind the chair and tightened the bounds more forcing the girl to arch her back severely. He looked down at his slave admiring her milky white skin and round robust breasts. Her nipples were small and pink and erect. The Master ran his hands over his slaves breasts kneading them and twisting her nipples until she winced. He pinched her nipples hard and pulled them until her skin would not allow anymore. The Master loved his slave's tits and found pleasure in abusing and using them often.

"Do you like these cunt?"

Pulling out her tits for the kneeling girl to see.

"Yes, Sir."

"Show me. Now."

The girl crawled on her knees to the bound girl and reached up to touch the breasts.

"No, cunt. No hands."

The girl put her hands behind her back and began caressing the bound girl's nipples with her lips and tongue.

"More."

The Master commanded, and the kneeling girl took the bound girl's breast into her mouth and began to suck harder and harder. She dragged her tongue across the girl's chest and around each boob. The Master also began kneading her breasts again, feeding the kneeling girl her nipples. He would occasionally slap the kneeling girl's face to keep her attentive and licking and sucking with vigor. The bound girl was moaning and softly pleading as the pain and pleasure overwhelmed, but the Master was not done.

He went over to the kneeling girl and began to show her heaving tits the same attention he had been showing the bound slave. Pinching her nipples cruelly, warning her not to dare move her hands from their clasped position at the small of her back. Squeezing and punishing her breasts until tears began streaming down her cheeks, the Master's cock hardened at the pain.

He had a thought.

He left the kneeling girl, instructing her to continue sucking and biting the bound girls tits, and went to retrieve something.

When he returned, moments later, he was pleased to find the girl sucking and biting the bound girl's tits so hard she too had tears streaming down her face. He pulled the kneeling girl back and attached a set of clover clamps to her tits tightening them most severely. He then placed another set of clover clamps onto the bound girls breasts, having to wipe them dry a bit so they would properly pinch closed. He then took the chains of the clamps and fastened them together so the girls were linked together by their red raw nipples. He would pull the one girl back until the chains pulled their tits taut. The girl bound in the chair cried out as he pulled the other girl further from her, the chains barely able to hold the tortured flesh.

The Master's cock could barely stay contained any longer. He pulled it out and plunged it deep into the kneeling girl's ass fucking her fast and furiously. With every thrust, the chains pulled the nipples of the girls, and they screamed and begged for mercy. He fucked her hard and long and when he was ready to shoot his hot load he pull out of her, unclasped her breasts, and plunged his cock into the bound girl's mouth spurting his cum down her throat as he pulled the chains attached to her nipples harder and harder. She sucked down every drop of her Master's cum, then cleaned him off as she had been trained. He pulled away from her, leaving her nipples firmly clamped. He picked up the leash of the other girl and led her out of the room, shutting the light as he left.

the end.

for Master T.....

The Bride (8)

2009-10-18T00:00:00.000-07:00

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She could never sleep for longer than an hour or so at a time. Just long enough for the pressure to build and the burn to rouse her back to consciousness. Lying there, cheek pressed firmly into the hard floor, the ache in her jaw was almost unbearable as the red ball pried her mouth open. She took inventory of each device and the pain each caused.

The hard leather of the collar at the nape of her neck, the dull pain in her shoulders as her hands were bound behind her back, the irritation of the rope, tight around her wrists and ankles, binding her limbs. But none of these discomforts compared with the humiliating hurt she felt in her bottom, the constant reminder of the very large silicone plug placed firmly in her ass, further opening her up and leaving nothing hidden. This is how he ritualistically fastened his slave for sleep every night. He wanted her to feel his power over her even in the far distance of a dream she may drift to during her slumber, and she did.

She could hear him breathing in the bed above her, and tried to imagine the last time he let her sleep with him in the bed among the silken pillows and large down comforters. A whirlwind of images of the past months went through her mind of the training she has undergone, and how the process continues even in the darkest hour of the evening as he sleeps. Bound by his will and desire represented by the devices twisting and turning her body to please him.

Her body.

A funny thought to her now as she feels that nothing is hers, not even the air she breathes. It is His body now, His air He allows her to breath. His floor He allows her face to be pushed into as He dreams of how He will use His whore in the morning.

The first ray of the day finds its way through the window and he begins to stir. She knows what is to come. She hears his feet hit the floor and he unties her ankles from her wrists. He gives her a moment to move and stretch her legs as he prepares himself for her morning ministrations. When he feels she is ready he pulls her up by the ring on her collar and helps position her on her knees between his legs. He is naked, as he always sleeps this way, and he removes the gag from her mouth.

"Begin."

She opens her mouth and takes his cock down into her throat, pushing her head hard down on him. He guides her even further down with his hand wound in her hair. Licking and slurping her Master's member the way he has taught her, he slides off the edge of the bed a bit, pulling his cock up with his hand signaling her to attend to his balls with her tongue. She is eager to please him and slathers her wet tongue earnestly around and under his sack. He slides off a little more pushing her head underneath him and she darts her tongue into his asshole. He moans as he rhythmically pulls his cock, pleased with his whore's performance. A bit more licking and sucking and throat fucking and soon he is spurting his hot cum into her mouth.

"Swallow."

He stands and walks past her and she struggles to follow him on her knees. The aches and pains in her arms and shoulders coming back into focus. He pulls her the last few feet by her collar preparing her for her next morning duty positioning her by the commode. She sits back on her knees spreading her thighs as wide as she can and opens her mouth. He places his flaccid cock in her mouth and she closes her lips around it. As the first acrid drop hits her tongue, she prepares to swallow. He releases a little more of his golden stream into her and she swallows. He increases the force and she tries to keep up with him keeping her throat open so she doesn't gag. He knows she cannot swallow the full force of the stream and eventually he pulls her head over the toilet and pisses all over her face and then leaves her kneeling over the bowl defeated as he goes to take his shower.

to be continued....

Odoriko

2009-08-27T08:18:00.000-07:00

Dragonfly and I recently received a lovely email from Odoriko. She sent unnecessary apologies and kind words to us both. Her words reminded us both what a special place the Okiya is.

She also sent us the present of the picture below with these kind words:

"This photo of these flowers came to me recently. I think it is the flower intended for Odoriko's task. I offer it to you both with much respect & love."

for you, Odoriko

Braving the elements of the new day,
assuring flesh and bone unharmed,
You face the sun as the courageous do.

You find the light at first warms,
but the star soon burns
needing a deeper truth,
and you turn away,

and that's ok,
whether it be for a moment
or a life time.

For now, YOU are the star
emitting your own warmth,
your own burn

and your own truth.

Blaze on Gorgeous Girl... You will always have a home with us...

Thank you Odoriko. We send you the very best wishes for your life in the future with love from us both.

Katashi & Dragonfly

Picture this...

2009-08-09T14:10:00.000-07:00

Sitting next to him in your bedroom, nestled in the warm crook of his arm, your cheeks are still a bit damp from the happy tears shed moments ago. You soak up this moment reveling in its relief and smile at the courage it took you to not only admit to yourself your desire to be spanked, but to take the steps necessary to bring this into your reality. You had read the first book, "How to Get the Spanking You Want", and followed Viv's advice, working through your issues and fears before finally telling him, Honey, I need to be spanked. You remember the puzzled look on his face at first, and love him all the more for listening to and reading along with you, truly making an effort to understand what you needed. You feel incredibly blessed to have such a loving man in your life.

As he holds his beautiful girl, he feels proud of you for being honest and completely opening up to him. He loves you with all his heart and realizes he has never felt closer to you than he does at this very moment. He is moved by the look of peace on your face and loves and that he had some part in that peace existing. He vows in his mind to do the best he can to give you what you need.

He sighs, and thinks, "Ok, now what?"

Well, now you print out Viv's companion book, "How to Give a Spanking: Advice from the Receiving End," and continue the journey together!

for the full review, please read here....

and for an excerpt, please read here...

xo

How to Get the Spanking You Want...

2009-06-27T00:06:00.000-07:00

"How to Get the Spanking You Want"
by Vivian

"... the need for a spanking is usually a much deeper and more insistent need than just a passing fantasy that didn't turn out well. In fact, it might be more accurate to compare our need to be spanked with our sexual orientation."

I had the pleasure of reading this book, and offer you a review here.

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you find me...

2009-05-21T19:45:00.000-07:00

I'm in front of you, naked, kneeling in black stiletto heels. My back is arched jutting out my breasts, you notice how hard my nipples are and you reach out and twist them. I wince but maintain my position for fear you will punish me severely if I do not. You command me to reveal myself to you and I spread my lets wide and pull apart my cunt lips so you may inspect your whore and admire her body in this position.

You are contemplating your use of me, How you will fuck me, and you decide you want me on my hands and knees so you can easily turn me around to fuck my mouth or my cunt or my ass at will and you decide you will maneuver me by my hair.

You decide to fuck my mouth first and kneel before me, I know what is expected of me and I open my mouth for Master's cock. You grab my hair with both hands and plunge your cock deep into my throat deeper and deeper gagging me, telling me to take it, whore, take it all and don't you dare move your head, and I don't because I can see out of the corner of my eye your black belt draped over the chair and I know you will use it mercilessly should I disobey or displease you in any way.

Hands wound in my hair, pounding my face, you pull out and turn me by my hair and your hands never leave my hair as you plunge your cock into my ass hard,I gasp and your pull my head back all the way up to your ear as you fuck my ass.

You say in my ear... you are my whore.. this is my ass, isn't it whore?

Yes Master, I say and you reach around and grab my tits as you pound me harder and harder

You squeeze and torment my nipples, twisting and pulling, slapping and punishing, and i feel myself cresting to orgasm.

Rub that cunt slave, you tell me.

Please Master may I come?

NO and don't stop rubbing that cunt, whore!

Yes.... Master...

Pounding my ass harder and harder while i finger my cunt, your hands twisting and tormenting my tits, i want to come, i feel the orgasm coming and so do you.You take your cock out of my ass and take me by my hair and spin me around and impale my face on your cock demanding i suck and don't stop, cunt, and keep finger fucking yourself whore.

I gag and suck harder and deeper and your cum spurts in my mouth and down my throat and you demand i suck out every drop and i do, you don't release my face from your cock even after every drop has been sucked and you demand i cum at your feet with my fingers deep in my cunt and your cock in my mouth, and i do.

You pull out of my mouth and push me down with your foot as the last of the orgasmic waves wash over my body.

Dedicated to the wonderful Master T...

The Bride (7)

2009-05-18T11:33:00.000-07:00

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He moved in front of her having fastened upon her neck the collar she would wear as long as she was his, and spun the it around so the steel ring was under her chin.

He commanded she look into his eyes and to not break her gaze and he gently began circling her breasts with his finger tip. Her flesh immediately reacted and goose flesh emerged where his finger had dragged. Circling closer and closer to the center of her breast until he was slightly brushing her nipple. He felt her posture weakening as this new pleasure was overwhelming her and he pulled the ring up so she would adjust her arch and shoulders. He liked how he was able to convey this command to her with nary a word, just a strong tug.

Circling each breast brushing over the tip, she managed to hold his gaze with her, and then her eyes closed, as ecstasy was edging. He quickly pulled the ring again and twisted her nipple with great force causing her to wince and her eyes widened to his again.

"Do not look away again, girl."

He did not wait for a response as he continued to caress her breasts. He then started to trail down her stomach and to the bend in upper thigh. He saw her lower lip tremble a bit indicating he knew where he was going to explore next.

Brushing his fingers over her mound through the soft downy of hair yet to be shaved, he thought. He placed his finger in her swollen pink folk and felt the moisture that was about to drip onto the floor, he raised his eyebrow at her, and she flushed with shame.

"What have we here. Looks as if my sweet little bride is a wanton wet whore, after all."

She opened her mouth to say something, but did not understand what was happening to her body, and therefore had no words of explanation. He took the droplets of moisture onto his fingers and brought them up to her lips. She tried to move her head away but his other hand held her in place by the steel ring.

"It's you, love, no need to recoil. In fact, lick your juice off my finger."

She didn't dare disobey and he tongue timidly emerged from her mouth.

"That's a girl."

He plunged his fingers into her mouth directing her to suck the clean. He repeated this several times, plying her cunt then her mouth until she seemed a bit used to herself and licked with perfect enthusiasm, something he told her she will always do.

"Do you know where your clitoris is, Emmaline?"

"No Sir."

So pure, he thought, as he put his fingers beside the delicate little nub.

"It's right here, Emmaline. This is where you will feel intense pleasure. I will stimulate your clitoris for you and you will feel overwhelmed with pleasure, but control yourself. Stay focused on my eyes and when I tell you to come, I want you to let go of that control and let the pleasure wash over you. Do not disobey."

"Yes Sir, " she said not understanding at all what she was to do but knew that she felt as if she was floating high above the clouds, and if it wasn't for his eyes holding her gaze, she was sure she would float right away.

He started working her little pleasure spot, working his fingers in circles around the wet nub, then pinching it hard, interjecting a bit of pain into the pleasure. She writhed and winced and he reminded her about control. He saw it rising in her, the first orgasm that would rock her body, and his fingers worked her toward the edge and then he stopped.

She looked at him pleadingly.

"You want to let go, Emmaline? Let the pleasure overwhelm you?"

"Yes, Sir, please.. please.."

"Then you say, please, Sir, may I come for you, for your pleasure, and then you wait for permission and then the command to come. Alright?"

"Yes Sir, " she could barely hold on, "please Sir may I come for you, for your pleasure?"

He hesitated, working her hard with his fingers, looking deep into her eyes, then he commanded.

"Come now Emmaline, let go."

And Emmaline let go the imaginary tether that was holding her to the floor and she felt the most amazing wave of pleasure overtake her body, his fingers never releasing her cunt or collar as her hips bucked with ecstasy.

Her body began to settle again, and his fingers plunged into her mouth as he commanded she lick her cum from them, which she obediently did.

"Good girl, Emmaline, good girl... We are off to a good start. Next I'm going to show you how you will bring me sexual pleasure with that lovely little mouth of yours."

"Yes Sir."

Wanna play?

2009-05-15T10:32:00.000-07:00

It all began with a salacious email exchange, and then the co-writing of a sexy story. One offering a bit of a fantasy, the other picking up the thread and weaving in a bit more. It's quite an adventure to ride the fantasy through and see where it takes you...

Wanna try? Sure you do.

Here is the first bit, and you can add the next in the comment section, or if you are terribly shy, in an email.

training miss rose

She was nervous approaching the oak door leading to his office. She was a few minutes early and didn't want to appear to eager, even though she was. She took a moment to take a deep breath as she willed her nerves to settle. Looking down at her outfit, she hoped she made the right choice. Black tight skirt right above her knee, black high heel Mary Jane shoes, white blouse with an argyle sweater vest. Underneath she wore a lovely black lace teddy that always made her feel voluptuous and sexy. She wanted to make a good impression on him, fearing it would be her only chance. She wanted the job as his assistant and had heard that he could be somewhat hard on applicants, and even harder on those he decided to hire and train. She yearned to be trained. She yearned to learn all she could, and she know he would be able to teach her things she could only dream of.

She wondered for a moment if her wardrobe choice was the right one, and quickly decided that second guessing herself now was futile. It was too late. She was at his door and he was expecting her. She looked at the door as if she could see through the oak barrier and pictured him sitting behind his large desk in his leather chair. She wondered what his first words to her would be. Would he ask her to sit down? Would he rise to greet her and shake her hand? She thought of all the possible scenarios and quickly prepared for each one. She was determined to impress him, she was determined.

She approached the door and squeezed her fist preparing to knock when the door immediately opened. She wondered if he knew she was outside, fixing her outfit, mentally preparing. She quickly looked up and noticed a camera over the door jam and felt her face flush hot with embarrassment. She walked into the office and did not see him. This is something she was not prepared for! She stood in the center of his large office and held her breath.

"Good Morning Miss..um.. "

"Rose" She said in a quiet voice. She was surprised at how meek she sounded, but she still wasn't sure where he was. She heard his voice but couldn't see where it was coming from.

"Yes, of course, Miss Rose. Do not sit. Please put your things on the chair and remain standing."

"Yes, Sir." And she did what she was told.

YOUR TURN!

The Bride (6)

2009-05-12T11:20:00.000-07:00

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Such a beautiful creature, he thought, as he moved around her kneeling body, the flames of the fire licking her flesh. He could see the juice of her cunt glistening and new she was swollen with arousal. Such perplexing feelings she must be having, only knowing that whatever was happening was triggering some primal arousal in her. He loved this moment of realization yet, none before her has pleased him so. None had the depth she possessed.

Still in his wedding clothes, he knelt behind her looking over her shoulder at her heaving breasts and pounding heart. He took his hand and firmly grabbed her at the nape of her neck.

"You please me Emmaline. I'm honored to be your husband, my darling. But I am so much more, than that, you will realize."

He heard her breathing deepen.

"You are mine Emmaline, every cell in your body, every thought in your head is mine. You have already surrendered to me, and don't fear little one, I will hold you tight and keep you close. I will protect and keep you and give you everything you will ever need, forever. You will have but one thing to do for me. You will obey me, Emmaline, without hesitation and completely. Do you understand, me, Emmaline?"

Emmaline's head was spinning and she was losing her focus, she didn't know words could actually hold weight like his words. She heard his voice not only in her ear, but in her soul.

"Yes Sir."

"Yes, Sir, what? Emmaline. Tell me what you will do immediately and completely."

"I will obey you Sir. I will obey you immediately and completely, Sir."

"Good girl, Emmaline. You will. And now I have a gift for you. Something for you to wear so that you will always remember your place with me. So that you will always remember how you feel this moment, completely submissive and open to me, your husband, your Owner. Your place will always be at my feet on your knees, naked and availing your self."

"Yes Sir. "

He took something out of his pocket and placed it around her neck. It was a choker of some typed, clasped firmly in the back, made of sterling silver and adorned with cerulean stones in the front. The back of the choker had a wide steel ring that fell right below the nape of her neck.

"This is the way you will wear this when we are in public, the stones being in the front. Quite lovely it is, made especially to match your eyes, and when we are alone, the collar will be turned so the ring hangs in front, should I care to pull you around by it."

Emmaline began to blink her eyes as if the word collar somehow woke her from her trance. He saw this look of puzzlement on her face.

"Yes, Emmaline. I said collar. You are my girl, my pet, as well as my wife and I demand you wear this collar. Is that understood, girl?"

Emmaline continued to blink not sure of what she was agreeing to.

"Emmaline, I was hoping that I would not have to punish you on our wedding night, but your hesitancy is requiring I must, however, as a wedding gift to you, I will give you another chance. Is that understood, girl?"

The word 'punishment' shocked her even more than collar and she couldn't believe what that could possibly mean, nor was she willing to find out.

"Yes Sir, understood."

"Good girl. Now I think you will rather enjoy your next lesson, as it has to do with your pleasure, something I suspect you are not yet aware of."

"No.. Sir... "

Happy Mother's Day

2009-05-10T01:00:00.000-07:00

cunt

2009-05-09T09:12:00.000-07:00

Silk beneath my fingers, as pleasure laps my toes, knowing as the passion rises, uncontrolled pleasure will abound.

Images of wanton lust loop through my mind beckoning the rising tide,

Scenes from things real and imagined, hidden stories tucked away from the exposure of the light of day,

Girls whipped by merciless Masters, as they beg and plead for more, replace the licking and sucking of slaves at His feet.

Each image and scenario intensifying the gathering cream, sliding in and out of the delicate swollen petals,

More and more,
Harder and faster,

The mind composing the melody as the fingers perform in perfect harmony, slowing just a bit before the ultimate crescendo,

make it last, quietly echoes in the background....make it last...

The burn radiating through the limbs and the torso, up to the nipples begging for much needed attention, as a hand find the small stiff nub and twists hard sending jolts and spasms like ripples in a pond,

Fingers rubbing
and fucking harder
and harder
until no more can be withstood,

The body betrays and the juices flow with every clenching stroke the pleasure washing over, wave after wave, erasing time, and space and pain leaving only peace,

only peace.

The few last caresses circling in gratitude and I whisper

Oh, how i so love my lovely luscious cunt...

The Bride (5)

2009-05-06T11:06:00.000-07:00

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Emmaline's heart was racing. She wasn't sure what should she should do. She was not prepared for what her husband was requiring of her. She wondered if this was what married people do, she was sure her mother did not tell her about such things. For a moment she thought of bolting right out of the room and running to find her parents.

Then she saw herself trying to explain why she ran away from her husband to her father and realized that that was far worse a fate than to do what her husband has instructed her to do. After all, she was married now, and she should get used to the idea that her body will be at her husband's disposal.

All the time this battle waging in her mind, her hands remove her gown from her body, and she realizes she has already made the choice to comply and to stay. She hung up her virginal gown, and walked shyly back out to the fire where her husband awaited, hands clasped in front of her hiding what she could of her body.

Her modesty amused him. He loved the depth of her innocence which he knew was an indication of the depth of the passion awaiting to be awakened.

"Emmaline. You will never hide yourself from me. You are mine now, not just in name, but in body, mind and soul. That is what our vows meant today. So, put your arms at your side. Thatta girl. Now, arch your back and push your shoulders back. That's it. That is the perfect posture of a bride, and the posture you will always assume."

"Yes Sir." Emmaline felt incredibly exposed, she could see her heart beating through her chest.

"Now, about the way you are to stand before me. Swing your left leg out a bit, with your knee slightly bent. No, dear, stay on your toes, always on your toes. That's it. Reveal your cunt to me, girl."

His words embarrassed her, which was his intention as he so enjoyed watching the waves of crimson cover her body.

"Now for your hands, dear. Palms are always to be facing up and gently resting on the tops of your thighs. I realize this is a little bit awkward, but a graceful girl like yourself should be able to hold this posture for a long time, and you will."

"Yes Sir."

"This is the way you will stand for me when we are alone. And you will remain this way until you are directed otherwise. The other way you will wait is on your knees. Let's try that now."

Emmaline hesitated not sure what he wanted her to do. He eyes pleading to him for help or mercy or something.

"It's quite simple, Emmaline, gracefully go the floor on your knees and sit back on your heels. Remember to keep your back arched. That's it.. a little more. Shoulder's back and palms up. Now about your legs, I cannot see your cunt, so you are going to have to spread your knees a bit more. That's it... a bit wider. Yes, see? You understand perfectly and I must say Emmaline, you kneel so beautifully. Good girl."

Emmaline's head was spinning a bit, she wasn't sure what to make of what was happening to her, but she knew whatever was happening, she didn't want it to stop, no she didn't want it to stop, and this revelation manifested in the faintest smile on her face, which he saw, and thought, it's time to move forward, an he was very pleased.

another taste..

2009-05-03T13:35:00.000-07:00

She felt his eyes upon her flesh looking up and down each limb, over her heaving breasts jutting forward as she arched in perfect position. His eyes upon her inflamed her skin, and she burned crimson for his touch. She knew when his gaze narrowed upon her cunt and that it was glistening with her wanton desire.

She was perfectly trained, this creature of his. He had worked with her every day, honing her skills in every area, sexually, intellectually, spiritually. He completely owned her, and she knew it. She thrived on it, her increasing beauty proof of this.

He had forcefully placed her in this position, kneeling naked, thighs spread apart with his hand always at the nape of her neck, assuring her of her status as his, and then he left her there, to contemplate her fate perhaps, as he took his place in the chair. The muscles in her thighs strained to maintain the required position, giving him a full view of her body, her back aching from maintaining the necessary arch. Hands laying palms up on her thighs offering her total submission to him and her eyes focused on the floor before her.

He made her assume this position often, to meditate and to wait for him. As soon as her body was bent to accommodate it, he saw the look in her eyes and smelled the scent of her skin and knew she was in that place of utter submission and peace, and desire.

She was in need, she was in heat, his wanton whore in need of his use, and he knew it, and he kept her this way, always, swollen and wet.

"Crawl."

And as if pushed hard from behind, she fell into the floor gracefully moving her body inches away from the wood until she was at his feet. She could feel the heat of his body emanating and she started to quiver. He looked at this girl at his feet and was thinking of all the ways he intended to use her over and over again for his pleasure. He wanted to savor the moment. A moment when his dominion over her crested and washed over him in waves. It was this moment which made it all worth it. He closed his eyes to savor her desire he whiffed from the air. She was open and ready for him, his perfectly trained little whore.

"Beg."

And her mouth opened spilling out the most beautiful sentences he longed to hear,

"Please Master, this girl begs you to take her and spank her well, she begs you to inflict your pain upon her that she begs to take for you, please Master, this girl is your whore to use at your will she wants only to please you again and again, always."

"And?"

"This girl begs you to fuck her, Master, she begs you to use her hard in every way that pleases you, she begs to feel your cock deep down her throat, and in her dripping wet cunt that drips for you. She begs you to fuck her hard and fast in her ass as it pleases you to do so, she begs you to give her the gift of your seed in her mouth on her tongue and she begs you to allow her to swallow."

He was pleased with his girl, and he showed her by pulling her up by her hair and placing her over his knee. He began to spank each alabaster cheek, watching the pale pink deepen with color, her skin's response excited him. Harder and harder he slapped her flesh as she whimpered and cried, holding perfectly still in her position. Over and over again his swats rained down upon her mercilessly. He commanded she count the last 25 as he increased the strength of his blows until it was almost unbearable. He felt her pass the point of resistance and melt into his will accepting his pain with grace and beauty.

The heat of her flesh was intense and he pulled her off of him and placed her on knees before him pushing her body to the floors so that her breast were pressed hard into the floor. He pulled her hips into position and plunged his thick cock hard into her wet folds, fucking her hard and fast until she was gasping for air. Putting his hands on the fire red ass before him, he spread her apart even more revealing her tight bottom that he intended to impale, which he did giving her no warning. She cried out in shock and pain, and his rhythmic thrusting soon turned her pain into pleasure as she was moaning and begging to cum, but he denied her. Not yet.

He pulled out of her leaving her tight bottom agape for a moment as he marveled at how open her body could be, and he spun her around grabbing her hard by the hair and plunged his cock deep down into her throat. She had a second to realize what he was doing and quickly controlled her gag muscles to accept his long thick shaft until she felt his balls hit her bottom lip. He held her there for a moment letting her get used to his impalement of her face, until she needed to gasp, reminding her that he controls even the air she breathes. She could taste her body on him and sucked and caressed him with her tongue as long as she could without squirming about for air. He pulled back, letting her breath, then fucked her face with as much vigor as he fucked her cunt and ass. She moved in perfect synchronization with his body, as all resistance was obliterated. He loved the feeling of her warm wet mouth and skilled tongue on his cock, especially after fucking her so hard, and soon he was spurting his seed on her tongue. Training taught her to accept every drop perfectly as she opened her mouth showing him her skill.

"Swallow," He commanded and she did and continued sucking his cock for any remaining drop. She adored his nectar and was thankful for his gift.

He pulled her up to her feet, cupping her breasts and twisting her nipples until she winced. Harder and harder he twisted and pulled as she danced about trying to accept the pain. She felt her cunt begin to throb as he continued his cruel erotic torture. He grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck pulling her head back hard, and said,

"Cum, now girl. NOW!"

And her hips bucked as she came hard leaning her weight into him as he pulled her nipples taut. He pulled and pulled as the orgasms ripped through her knowing the painful sensations extended her pleasure until she was completely spent.

She collapsed into his arms, and he picked her up and cradled her.

The Bride (4)

2009-04-30T10:44:00.000-07:00

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He escorted his young new bride into their honeymoon suite which was filled with champagne and roses. She was giggling and laughing, recounting the day's events as she removed her veil, commenting how the pins had been pinching her a bit. He liked her sweet wistfulness and was quite impressed with how truly beautiful she was on this day. He was pleased with her, and thinking of what is yet to unfold this evening caused a sweet dull ache in his groin. He had to momentarily fight the urge to brutally strip his bride and take her right there, but he didn't want to terrify her... yet.

He had decided to ease her into his proclivities, as he preferred to see the girl open and bloom as the morning glory. Any brute can physically take from her what he wants, but only a true Master can conquer her mind, body and spirit and make her crawl across to him and beg him to take it, and it was the latter he preferred.

Tonight he would offer her tenderness and educate her as to the wonder her physical form embodies, for he is sure she is clueless about such things. In fact, he intends on educating her a great deal in their time together. All in due time, he thought.

He was sitting in the leather chair by the fire thinking through the days events when she emerged from the bathroom in a lovely ivory satin nightgown, clearly something she had chosen for their special evening. He imagined the discussion about the gown that must have occurred. Her mother trying to explain to her virginal daughter what exactly her wifely duties would entail the evening of her wedding. He imagined the look shock and then perhaps embarrassment on Emmaline's face realizing that this act her mother was trying so hard to explain to her without blushing is something her mother and father have actually done.

He wondered exactly what her mother told her to do. Did she instruct her in the art of pleasing a man or did she instruct her to lie still and spread her legs wide allowing her husband to do his business? He thought how her dear mother would be quite shocked to know the instruction he planned on giving his sweet little Emmaline tonight and every night after, and with this thought he felt his own arousal rising again and he summoned her before him.

She walked awkwardly across the room and stood coyly in front of him, the fire causing her silhouette to be seen through her gown. What a striking girl she is, he thought, although he never thought this about her before that very moment. Her breasts where perfectly tear-shaped and her nipple tips were hard and pushing through the silky fabric of her gown. Her thighs were slender and supple and he liked the way she shifted her weight and stood on her tip toes. He looked at his young bride, so obviously nervous under his gaze, which pleased him a great deal.

"Emmaline, a wife is never to hide anything from her husband, is that understood?"

She shook her head.

"Emmaline," his voice getting a bit firm, "One thing I will insist upon right now and and will expect every day after, is that when I ask you a question you will answer me by either saying 'yes Sir,' or 'no Sir'. Is that understood?"

Emmaline a bit shocked by her new husband's demand at first shook her head then quickly corrected herself, "Y..Yes.. S....Sir."

She had always addressed her father and other male elders as 'sir,' and even though her new husband was a bit older, she thought it an odd request. She thought maybe he was just old fashioned that way, and she really didn't object to it, in fact she had always had such trouble actually addressing him by his name, as if doing so was disrespectful.

He watched her shift from her left to her right foot, knowing this small exchange has effected her nubile cunt.

"That's better. Now we will begin. The second rule I insist you will obey is that you are never to be clothed when we are together alone, under any circumstance. Is that understood?"

Emmaline felt her flesh flush red, embarrassed and mortified by what her new husband announced.

Her mouth betrayed, "Yes Sir."

"Good girl. Now although you look quite beautiful in your gown, please take it off immediately and resume your place before me."

The Bride (3)

2009-04-28T10:21:00.000-07:00

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He had formally courted her for six months. This meant the constant presence of a chaperon or two at all times when they were together. It is something he insisted upon, not only for propriety's sake, but because he loved the challenge of making even the slightest indiscretions toward her under the watchful eyes of her parents, or other relatives.

He would do little things like sneaking her a little wine when such a thing was forbidden, or perhaps gently place a kiss or two on her cheek, when they rounded the bend before the others caught up to them. He was testing her. Judging the shape and girth of her Puritanical morality. He was assessing the tools and techniques he would employ in his vast arsenal to transform her into the creature he knew she would be.

He was very pleased with her performance thus far. Always proper in every regard, yet receptive to his little games. He believed she would be able to handle the duplicity he intended to create for her as her new reality. He believed she could handle the trappings of being a proper bride in society, yet become his devoted vessel behind closed doors. Yes, he felt it was time to have another private conversation with her father, which he did.

The words and promises between the two men involved negotiating the sale of one's genetic lineage to the other in exchange for security and wealth, which in fact what was happening. It mattered little how the girl felt, she would serve her purpose by abiding first her father then her husband, and that is what she was bred for, what she was raised to believe her greatest gift to give was, so objection in her mind was not ever a possibility. The fact that she found herself somewhat attracted to the man courting her attention was an unanticipated bonus she gladly welcomed.

The deal was struck, and the date set. A flurry of planning consumed the bride and groom, both assuring that this next chapter of their lives will commence as perfectly as possible. She was planning the days events and choosing china and linens with her mother constantly chattering at her side offering her advice and education.

His planning was a bit different, however, as he readied things in the secret room only very few had ever seen. Clandestine meetings with artisans and craftsmen with hidden catalogs of items only shown to their very special clientele.

Both planning and and readying their lives which will soon be joined forever...

The Bride ...(2)

2009-04-23T06:27:00.000-07:00

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Staring into this man's cerulean eyes, he thinks of the girl he is trying to procure with pleasant conversation. Both men, well appointed, assuming their anticipated posture standing in the glow of the fire started and tended to by the club's servant whose sole purpose is to ensure the constant blaze. He realized while gazing through this man, that his daughter must have gotten her eyes from him, for he was sure they are the same shade.

He wondered how her eyes, would look brimming with tears as she knelt before him. How they would shift with fear perhaps at first, as he moved his cock past her lips and into her wet mouth and how they would widen with shock and panic as he pushed deeper into her throat. He thought of how he would hold her head steady, one hand behind her head and one under her chin, to train her to master her gag as he filled her face with his flesh, and when she could not help but gag, how he would push a little further stopping her breath and demonstrating to her that he controls even the air she will breathe.

He wondered if she would be able to hold her position while he trained her throat with his cock, or if she would endure the punishment for moving he would bestow upon her. He thought about the whip he would choose, not so much for what it would do to her body, but for what it would do to her mind. He wondered how pleading her cerulean eyes could be when begging for mercy.

All these thoughts swimming in his mind as the father droned on with his list of mandatory questions to assure that any arrangement made would be in his daughter's best interest. Each inquiry was answered perfectly, and the father agreed to allow a luncheon. The conversation coming to it's natural close, as times and days solidified on calendars.

"I look forward to spending time with you and your wife, sir, and please send my regards to your lovely Emmaline"

Ah, yes, the beautiful Emmaline, he thought, and then decided he would stop at his jeweler's on the way home from the club and commission his services to make her a beautiful collar with a little lock, encrusted with cerulean gemstones.

The Bride .... (1)

2009-04-20T14:46:00.000-07:00

Walking into the Cathedral, taking his usual seat, getting there a bit earlier than the crowd. He liked the way his thoughts echoed in the silent sacred space as much as he enjoyed hearing fill with the murmur of the masses when the bell tolled.

The first time he saw her she was walking behind her parents, hands clasped properly in front, long laced fingers intertwined. She kept her distance, not out of respect or duty, but because they were strangers to her. Like many girls of her stature, she had been sent away at a very young age to be schooled and molded by the best money could attain. This wealthy family, like many, was concerned about perpetuating their wealth and the marriage of their only daughter was key to securing their endeavor, so they made sure she was given every possible advantage to secure her future.

She was a beautiful girl although not striking. Her slender frame beneath her perfectly pressed Sunday dress broadened at the shoulders and cinched quite small at the waist revealing her womanly hips. Her rounded ample breasts pushed against the white cotton chosen by her mother. She seemed uncomfortable with her body, or perhaps by the way it was displayed, clearly in clothing that would be more fitting for a girl half her age. Perhaps a sign of her mother's lost connection to who she had become.

Her very long golden brown hair stretched down her back in a single braid. If one could catch a glimpse from under her straw brimmed hat or perhaps be treated with a direct gaze, they would see that her eyes were the deepest cerulean, framed by dark thick black eyelashes, which perfectly contrasted the delicate shade of pink her full lush lips were.

No, she wasn't a striking girl when one looked upon her at first, the eyes need to drink in each one of her beautiful features to be truly besotted.

He watched her all during the mass. The way she rose and sang and prayed and knelt. She was comfortable in this element and knew the ritual well. He figured she must be about 18 now, which is why she was now home with her parents having graduated from school. This was the time that her parents would show the world the creature they created and crafted. This was the time they would parade her in front of the most profitable prospects and sell her to the highest bidder.

He had seen this so many times before, being the youngest and wealthiest bachelor on the coast he is often sought as a perspective husband, and up to this point, no one had ever held his attention for more than a moment. But, there was something about this girl that at least made him want to know her name.

He decided to arrange and introduction.

Girl!!!

2009-04-10T16:34:00.000-07:00

Girl!!!

She felt his voice go through her to her very core. She knew she had pushed just a little too far this time. He had been kind to her, he had let his love for her cloud his domination of her and she took advantage. She knew what was required of her. Consistent obedience. She should know this.. it was something he worked hard training her to completely accept. She knew she went too far and she knew what to expect. Why did she cross that line, she wondered, even knowing this moment would come, a moment that terrified her so? And worse, seeing the disappointment in his eyes. She dreaded that most of all... she would take 1000 beatings to avoid that...

Remissing you...

2009-04-07T15:30:00.000-07:00

and so terribly sorry... can you forgive Dragonfly?

She hopes a warm spring breeze has found you and melted the last remaining ice crystals from your heart.

She hopes your lovers kisses float upon that breeze and find your willing and wanton flesh.

She wishes you well and thanks her beloved for their kind patience as she works diligently to finish the book.

Her very wise and wonderful Master has instructed her to focus on one thing and bring it to completion, so her time has been spent honing the last few chapters.

This doesn't mean she won't be posting here, just not as much as before and as always the Okiya welcomes anyone who wishes a safe and harmonious place to share their art, so if you are so inclined send an email.

Soon the dragonflies will be with us...

growth

2009-03-22T07:13:00.000-07:00

There is something special about eating the fruit from the soil you till yourself. Reaping the gift given of a devoted synergy and tasting the subtly of the breeze that has filled your lungs. Its majesty infusing your entire body. It is something familiar and new all at the same time.

Keeping the garden fertile and ready for the next seeding and sowing is often a challenge. Clearing away the weeds and blooms long gone, assuring the soil is moist and nutritious, removing the obstacles blocking the sun. The richness of the soil increases with each crop, and the grateful harvest is abundant.

Humbled girl.

2009-03-21T08:10:00.000-07:00

Touched by your kindness

Deepened devotion beyond

A mere bended knee

Begin...

2009-03-19T18:58:00.000-07:00

She sees the words flash on her phone and she knows what is expected.

"BEGIN"

He wants her nipple twisted and pulled the way He twists and pulls it relishing the wince on her face. For five minutes she will obediently pull and twist, her hand becoming His, as her cunt glistens and clenches with want and desire. Still confused as to why this pain brings her so much pleasure, she does what she is told, and when the five minutes of twisting torture are over, she picks up her phone and types,

"All done, Master, thank you."

He responds, "Good whore. Now cum for me."

Her hands immediately attend her wanton cunt, and as the blood pulses through her veins, the burning pain in her nipple pushes her over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm. She recovers and goes about her day, calm and floating in her devotion to her beloved Master.

Caught up in one task or another, she heard the signal and went to the phone.

"BEGIN"

She feels the rush of moisture between her pink folds as she reaches for her left nipple, twisting and pulling, harder and harder, wishing he could see the pain in her eyes, the pain she is offering him. Wishing it was His fingers guiding her through and into the bliss as only He can. She knows if He were watching, He would tell her ....pull a little further now... that's a girl..twist a little harder....

Five minutes felt like five seconds.

"All done, Master, thank you."

He responds, "Good whore. Now cum for me."

Her hands immediately attend her wanton cunt, and as the blood pulses through her veins, the pain in her nipple pushes her over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm.

She recovers and goes about her day, calm and floating in her devotion to her beloved Master.

Caught up in one task or another, she heard the signal and went to the phone.

"BEGIN"

Happy St. Paddles

2009-03-17T14:42:00.001-07:00

Actually.... yes....

2009-03-12T16:12:00.001-07:00

Thank you my beautiful friend... Mistress January.... for such a lovely post card, and actually, to answer your question... yes.. Dragonfly has been somewhat tied up... but not at the Okiya...

You see, He had been watching her for some time, knowing the young girl well before she knew herself. Finding the nubile teen he had left so long ago now all grown into the woman she is today, and it was with a simple question he made her reveal herself to him fully.

"Can you follow directions?"

An innocent enough question to those not looking for salacious clues among the mundane.

Her answer told Him all he needed to know.

"Yes, very well."

He decided it was time and He summoned her to serve.

to be continued...

her shower

2009-03-10T16:19:00.000-07:00

She was told to stay kneeling naked on the tile and wait for her Mistress to emerge from the scalding shower. Holding the warmed terry cloth towel folded perfectly, she thought of the woman merely feet away as naked as she. She thought of the water running down the woman's luscious body, and quickly became envious of the path the lucky droplets would take. The supple rounded breasts of her beloved Mistress adorned with the darkened nipples she longed to feel between her lips.

She felt the moisture building between her legs as her breathing deepened with desire, and she spread her legs a bit more on the cold tile to accommodate her swollen cunt. She thought for a moment of putting the towel on the ground and rubbing her engorged clit to relieve the burn within, but she did not want to elicit her Mistress's wrath for fear she would be denied the sweet nectar of the cunt she loved to please. Quite a beauty, herself, this wanton kneeling slave, with her long golden hair and ample curves. Her body was made to please and was often kept naked and available.

Her Mistress heard the slave's breathing deepening and knew that her fire was lit, and decided she would partake of her little flame.

"up, girl. lay down the towel and join me, now."

The girl awakened from her trance did as she was told feeling overwhelmingly happy she was desired by her Mistress. She put her hand at the curtain, to show her Mistress she was there, and entered the shower.

"Down" she was told, knowing exactly what was expected, and she was again on her knees in front of her Mistress as the water cascaded down her face and body.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue before being told to do so causing her Mistress to smack her cheek hard and scolding her for over-eagerness. The slave flushed red, embarrassed by her desire and the Mistress chuckled a bit ordering her to now open her mouth as she was told to do so. She moved closer to the girl straddling her protruding tongue the well-trained slave skillfully sucked her Mistress' cunt. The Mistress grabbed her head and held her close, guiding her in her pleasing as the kneeling girl licked and lapped at the cunt she longed to taste feverishly feeling the vulva in her mouth swell and open. She stiffened her tongue and pierced the pink folds as deep as she could fucking her with her tongue until she felt her Mistress' cunt spasm and cum all over her face. Her Mistress gasped and pulled her head in tighter, riding her face as her orgasm coursed through her body. Licking and licking every drop of nectar offered, the girl felt her own orgasm rising, but knew to keep her focus upon her Mistress.

She pulled the girl up from her knees and began feverishly kissing her lips tasting herself on her slave's luscious tongue. Pushing her against the wall of the shower, she began kneading the girl's ample breasts until the slave was moaning and begging to cum. The Mistress brought up her hand to the slave's face to show her the three fingers she was about to fuck her slave with and then plunged them into the girl's slick cunt demanding she cum. The obedient slave exploded into orgasm after orgasm until she could barely stand as the Mistress fucked her vigorously and mercilessly.

When the slave regained her composure she thanked her Mistress and was told to immediately resume her place on the tile, holding the towel, awaiting her Mistress to finish her shower.......

dedicated to Master T.

the beginning

2009-03-01T11:55:00.000-08:00

Knocking, I noticed the peep hole about half way down the door and decided to playfully put my finger over it knowing he was looking through. Little did I realize that would be the last time that day I would have any chance to level the playing field as I thought I was doing by not letting him see me before I saw him. I could almost see his smirk from behind the door and for a split second I fiercely regretted my spontaneity.

The door slowly opened and the room was dark and before my eyes could adjust to what was before me I felt his hands on the side of my face and his lips pressed to mine. A kiss that seemed to take a lifetime to arrive was finally before me. Lips still pressed together, his hands wrenched free the bags I held onto and he thrust my arms above my head pinning me to the wall. His mouth devouring mine, his arms stretching my body, pulling it open for his intended use, I felt myself dissipate in that moment and i was completely free.

His attention turned to my breasts as he felt them over my sweater pulling the material out of his line of vision releasing them from my bra. I had worn the pink lacy one because I knew he liked it the best, although I don't think he cared what was on the mounds he was bound to kneed and pull and punish. Pulling me away from the wall into the center of the room, pushing me to my knees with the breasts exposed, he positioned me, telling me to spread my legs and pulled out his stiff cock rubbing the precum on my lips. I opened my mouth so eager to taste him and he reveled in this moment, teasing my wanton tongue. I know he had pictured me before him in this way so many times before and I knew he was recording this reality over the fantasy in his mind as its intensity was far beyond the parameters of prior expectation. Plunging his cock down my throat, holding my head still until I gagged, licking and sucking while before him on my knees, his telling me what a good whore I was, a moment we barely sketched in our minds through all our prior conversation, was now our reality.

Pulling me up to my feet, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling them down, then wanting them off. He pulled one of my boots off and smiled at the little pink striped socks beneath. I went to help him by pulling off my other boot and he told me to leave it on, another reminder of my place under his control. He led me over to a chair, sitting and pulling me over his lap simultaneously, spanking my rounded alabaster bottom hard over my pink lacy panties. Again and again slapping my flesh as I laid across his lap. I could see my one foot still clad in its sock and boot and I felt a flush of humiliation, the last bit of me I gave to him as he spanked and remarked at how deliciously red I was becoming. His domination over me was strong, and he wanted more.

He pushed me off of him, and brought me to the bed, placing me on my hands and knees at it's edge. He poised his throbbing cock at the entrance of my drenched cunt, pulling me into an arch by my hair and impaling me hard. His cock is large and thick and filled me completely as he thrust deeper and deeper into my needy hole. He loved looking at how red he had made my ass and slapped it a few more times to darken it's hue. Harder and harder he fucked me and I told him I so badly wanted to cum... Not yet whore.... he said, and I obeyed.

Pulling out of me and flipping me around, he wanted to look at this cunt that was his, and began to explore it with his fingers, again I wanted to come...

"You want to come for your Master? Ok, whore.. cum..."

I exploded all over his fingers, coming hard, surprising myself that such intensity was accessible. He wanted my mouth again and laid back allowing me to suck his cock as I saw fit. Guiding me to take him deeper and deeper, holding my head down, telling me that he will train me to take all of him with ease eventually. He was ready to cum and ordered me to lie down, face up as he straddled my face. I opened my mouth and felt his hot cum spurt all over my cheeks, and lips. He grunted with pleasure with each spasm, and I know he had longed to shoot his cum onto my face... I lay there a sated girl as he rubbed the cum on my lips and tongue...

and that was just the beginning...

Reach out..

2009-02-13T18:59:00.000-08:00

caress them
feel them
grab them
kiss them
lick them
suck them
fuck them
devour them
and

love them...

Happy Valentine's Day

xo

For you.....

2009-01-28T05:11:00.000-08:00

The Desk Lover...

2009-01-07T09:19:00.000-08:00

She was a young girl, about 16 or 17, with long dark hair and a pretty smile, the shy type who always looked away after she said hello, not really feeling comfortable looking into any one's eyes. Perhaps she fears if they look into her eyes too long they might see what is seething beneath her chosen facade. Maybe they will glimpse her passion, her pain, her longing or her lust. It doesn't matter. She's not ready or willing to share it, so she looks away, breaking their concentration, thwarting their invasion. She's gotten very good at avoiding prying eyes, and prides herself on her assumed invisibility when the moment suits her.

She sits at her desk in the dreary classroom, listening to the French teacher drone on and on, squeezing every ounce of romance out of the language and she let her mind wander, and then her pencil, and she wrote bit of prose on her desk.

imposed intoxication
can only be achieved
by the sober,
numbing the truth
from the light of day.

creating a life longed
to be lived by splitting
the one living.
a half life existence
attempting to fill a whole void.

Thinking nothing of her spontaneous creation left for anyone who cared, she left her penciled poem, there on the desk and escaped the dreary moment when the bell chimed permission to do so.

When she returned to her desk, the next day she saw her poem still on the desk, neglected by the night time cleaning crew, with a bit more scrawled under her phrases.

impossible possibilities
never realized,
yet always understood,
and misunderstood.

duality thrives
in one dimension
and starves in
another.
~your secret Desk Lover....

She was shocked to see that someone had not only read her word, but answered her in kind, but had answered her plea, as if they were able to see what was in her heart, as if they understood her. Her secret Desk Lover, how incredibly intoxicating it was to consider such a thing.

Overwhelmed by this mysterious connection, she finished the poem with a final phrase:

the plight of love.

And as she scrolled this last bit on the desk as a sigh to her unknown kindred, the French professor witnessed her crime and stood in front of her desk, waiting for her to finish, securing his accusation with her intended action.

"Detention. You will come after school with a bucket and sponge and wash down each and every desk in this classroom!"

His directive woke her from the dreamy haze she found herself in imagining the hand that wrote the words in her heart, and she gasped and fought back the tears. Sitting in that desk for the remainder of the lesson was agony, but she had no choice but to deal with the snickering of the other students who were reveling in her demise.

Showing up with her water filled bucket an her sponge, ready to pay the price for her wondering pencil and mind, she went to the scene of her crime, which was now dark and empty. She reached for the light switch, when she heard his voice. He had been waiting for her for some time, and he had plans.

"Stop...don't. "

And she stood there quietly unsure of what to do.

She could feel his eyes moving up and down her body, over her supple breasts in their lacy white bra, her luscious ass underneath her cute little plaid school girl skirt, all the way to the white cotton panties that were clinging to her moistening sex. She felt charged at the thought of his watching her... and although fully clad, felt completely naked.

"Put the bucket down.. and the sponge. "

She didn't recognize his voice, but knew it wasn't the voice of her teacher. She knew she had heard his voice before, and she let its familiarity was over her. She complied, as it felt right to do so, and he was pleased by her willingness to follow his direction and wondered how far he could push her, her far she would follow him. He decided he would find out.

"Now remove your shirt, and your skirt, and fold them nicely, and place them aside. "

This was the moment of truth.. would she follow him, could he take her, or would she pick up her bucket and sponge and leave the room?

She wondered this herself, but her hands seem to have a different notion as they removed her blouse and her skirt. She stood there so sweetly, feeling the blush covering her body, for the shame she felt stripping for a stranger in the dark...

"Turn around and face the door"

She obeyed him and he walked up behind her instantly embracing her around her waist and pulled her into him, so she could feel his body and she could smell her hair. Breathing her in drove him further into a lustful state and his hands moved over her breasts feeling the lace that encased her soft but firm tits. He wanted to feel them and did, shoving both hands under her bra and kneading her gorgeous mounds unmercifully. Finding the nipples rolling and pinching them, she raised her hands to his to stop him.

"Keep your hands down, girl, crossed behind our back, NOW."

His commanding voice in her ear shot tingles down her spine and the slickness between her legs intensified. As if he knew this was happening, he found her wanton folds in her little cotton panties, and began his same rough treatment of her clit and cunt. He was pleased with how wet this little whore was for him and continued to work her harder and harder, feeling her body cresting toward orgasm. He pulled her panties down a bit and started finger fucking her with both hands, one in front and one from behind.

"Don't you dare cum girl... "

He felt her body clenching around his fingers trying to stave off the orgasms waiting to crash down...

"Beg for it, whore."

"please.. please.. let me cum.. please... "

He plunged his fingers into her hard from behind, delving one into her tight little ass, and commanded she cum. Her hips bucking wildly as she coated his fingers with her cunt juice. He brought them up to her lips for a tasted, telling her to clean them like a good little whore.. and she did.... He grabbed her by the hair, and pushed her to her knees plunging his cock deep into her throat before she could comprehend what was going on, but she opened her mouth for him and took him deep. It was too dark to see who he was still, but she didn't care anymore, lost in her lustful desire. Sucking and licking, he grabbed her head and fucked her pretty little face harder and harder, pounding the back of her throat. He loved her eagerness and her willingness to be used by him this way and he pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot his hot cum all over her face. Her eyes were closed and he told her to keep them closed.

He pulled her to her feet and turned her around to speak into her ear.

"Now clean yourself up, my little whore, and make sure to get every drop of my cum into your mouth. Then get your little bucket and sponge and clean off the desks, as you are. You may get dressed when you are done. And you will come back here tomorrow for another lesson... is that clear?"

"Yes... but..... who... who... are you???"

"I, my sweet, am your Desk Lover!"

and he left her to her cleaning.... and clean she did...

Merry Christmas...

2008-12-20T05:00:00.000-08:00

And a Deliciously Salaciously New Year!!

A taste...

2008-12-07T06:39:00.000-08:00

Greetings Esteemed Patrons.... Although the Nanowrimo endeavor has been completed, there is still much much more to write and edit, and soon I hope to present you with the final work.

Here is a brief excerpt from the book, entitled Dragonfly...

She hated the way the smoke and beer clung to her skin and hair after a shift. She washed her body thoroughly knowing she was washing her virginal flesh for the last time, for tomorrow, she would be washing the body of a woman. She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and Cain had undressed and was sitting on the bed. The sight of his naked body made her begin to tremble and she wondered if she was going to be able to go through with what she had been dreaming about for so long. He saw her quivering and got up to go to her. His cock was stiff with want and Hannah gasped a bit at it's size and girth, never really seeing a man's naked body before. He smiled at her innocence and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Are you ok, love?"

"Y..yes.. I am.. I love you so much.. "

"I love you too, babe.. It's going to be ok, I would never do anything to hurt you."

"I know," she said and he picked her and carried her to the bed as the towel fell to the floor. He laid her down and admired her beautiful body. Her round breasts so milky and pure, and her nipples were the palest shade of pink, stiffened by her arousal. He reached out and brushed one than the other and her body twisted with delight her luscious hips inviting more. He laid down next to her, admiring her beauty, looking deeply into her eyes. He took his finger and gently dragged down the length of her body, watching the goose flesh appear in its pathway. He leaned forward and gently kissed her, tasting her warm wet mouth, deeper his tongue plunged and he began to devour her.

She was overwhelmed by Cains touch and taste and smell and Hannah felt her body moistening with want as she moaned and spread her legs. She was surprised by her body's reaction feeling it out of control, feeling it betray her and respond to his touch. Cain moved his mouth down her body to her erect nipples taunting and teasing them with his tongue, gently tugging them with his teeth as she arched her back to his will. Moving further down her body, she watched the top of his head descend between her legs and gasped as his tongue tasted her wet folds, diving deep into her wanton cunt. He looked up at her knowing she was on the verge of cumming, and spoke.

"Don't you dare cum yet, Hannah. Hold it back. Stay focused. It is not for you to decide when to cum when you are with me. Do you understand?"

She heard his words and tried to comprehend them. He stopped his attention to her cunt, and asked again, "Do you understand, girl?!?"

"Yes..." she whispered breathlessly, "Yes, I understand."

Cain went back between her legs and licked and sucked her luscious pink lips knowing no other man had ever done so before. Tasting her essence fully, he felt an overwhelming need to posses her and to own her and in his moment at her cunt, he decided that he would do exactly that. He would own this girl forever.

He wanted to explore a bit more and took his finger and circled her pussy, slowly working his way into her, feeling her virginal tightness. He saw the beautiful pucker of her bottom and knew that one day he would explore that forbidden place as well, and almost did so at that moment with his finger, but thought it might be too much for her to bare at this time. He was lost in her essence when her heard her words,

"Please, Cain.. please.. I.. can't... "

And he knew she was on the edge so he pulled away from her so she would cool down a bit and he brought himself up over her body. He kissed her lips and she recoiled a bit, realizing it was her own juices she tasted on his lips. He forced her to kiss him deeply, pulling back to tell her to enjoy her essence and to drink it in. She obeyed him and lapped his tongue with her own. Cain thought of how he was going to love to see his beautiful girl lick the cum from his fingers and cock someday and he felt the precum dripping and decided he couldn't wait any longer.

She was ready, she was wanton, she was completely open to him, and he plunged his cock gently and firmly into her juicy tight cunt. She gasped as he plowed through her hymen feeling a moment of pain that was quickly replaced by pleasure. Riding her deep and hard, Hannah felt the world melt away as her body was consumed with pleasure and bliss, she lost all sense of space and time and her whole universe was Cain. She whispered his name over and over as she had done alone in her room when imagining this moment... Cain.. Cain... He leaned close to her ear, and told her to cum hard for him, to let go, and she did, exploding all over his cock, he felt her body spasming over and over drawing forth his own explosion deep in her cunt, riding and riding until he collapsed next to her.

She crawled into the crook of his arm and silently wept at the the peace he had brought her, at the love she had felt. She would do anything for Cain.

Anything at all.

Found them...

2008-12-06T09:01:00.000-08:00

I have been looking all over for Katashi and Dragonfly, and alas, I have found them!

Read about them here!

Thanks Beaux for finding them for me..

xoxoxo
love you..

birthday wishes...

2008-11-29T16:32:00.000-08:00

Sitting in the chair across from the naked kneeling girl, he assessed her.

She felt his eyes upon her flesh looking up and down each limb, over her heaving breasts jutting forward as she arched in perfect position. His eyes upon her inflamed her skin, and she burned crimson for his touch. She knew when his gaze narrowed upon her cunt and that it was glistening with her wanton desire.

He had forcefully placed her in this position, kneeling naked, thighs spread apart with his hand always at the nape of her neck, assuring her of her status as his, and then he left her there, to contemplate her fate perhaps, as he took his place in the chair. The muscles in her thighs strained to maintain the required position, giving him a full view of her body, her back aching from maintaining the necessary arch. Hands laying palms up on her thighs offering her total submission to him and her eyes focused on the floor before her.

She was in need, she was in heat, his wanton whore in need of his use, and he knew it, and he kept her this way, always.

"Crawl."

And as if pushed hard from behind, she fell into the floor gracefully moving her body inches away from the wood until she was at his feet. She could feel the heat of his body emanating and she started to quiver. He looked at this girl at his feet and was thinking of all the ways he intended to use her over and over again for his pleasure. He wanted to savor the moment. A moment when his dominion over her crested and washed over him in waves. It was this moment which made it all worth it. He closed his eyes to savor her desire he whiffed from the air. She was open and ready for him, his perfectly trained little whore.

"Beg."

And her mouth opened spilling out the most beautiful sentences he longed to hear,

"Please Master, this girl begs you to take her and spank her well, she begs you to inflict your pain upon her that she begs to take for you, please Master, this girl is your whore to use at your will she wants only to please you again and again, always."

"And?"

"This girl begs you to fuck her, Master, she begs you to use her hard in every way that pleases you, she begs to feel your cock deep down her throat, and in her dripping wet cunt that drips for you. She begs you to fuck her hard and fast in her ass as it pleases you to do so, she begs you to give her the gift of your seed in her mouth on her tongue and she begs you to allow her to swallow."

He was pleased with his girl, and he showed her by pulling her up by her hair and placing her over his knee. He began to spank each alabaster cheek, watching the pale pink deepen with color, her skin's response excited him. Harder and harder he slapped her flesh as she whimpered and cried, holding perfectly still in her position. Over and over again his swats rained down upon her mercilessly. He commanded she count the last 25 as he increased the strength of his blows until it was almost unbearable. He felt her pass the point of resistance and melt into his will accepting his pain with grace and beauty.

The heat of her ass was intense and he pulled her off of him and placed her on knees before him pushing her body to the floors so that her breast were pressed hard into the floor. He pulled her hips into position and plunged his thick cock hard into her wet folds, fucking her hard and fast until she was gasping for air. Putting his hands on the fire red ass before him, he spread her apart even more revealing her tight bottom that he intended to impale, which he did giving her no warning. She cried out in shock and pain, and his rhythmic thrusting soon turned her pain into pleasure as she was moaning and begging to cum, but he denied her. Not yet.

He pulled out of her ass leaving her tight bottom agape for a moment as he marveled at how open her body could be, and he spun her around grabbing her hard by the hair and plunged his cock deep down into her throat. She had a second to realize what he was doing and quickly controlled her gag muscles to accept his long thick shaft until she felt his balls hit her bottom lip. He held her there for a moment letting her get used to his impalement of her face, until she needed to gasp, reminding her that he controls even the air she breathes. She could taste her body on him and sucked and caressed him with her tongue as long as she could without squirming about for air. He pulled back, letting her breath, then fucked her face with as much vigor as he fucked her cunt and ass. She moved in perfect synchronization with his body, as all resistance was obliterated. He loved the feeling of her warm wet mouth and skilled tongue on his cock, especially after fucking her so hard, and soon he was spurting his seed on her tongue. Training taught her to accept every drop perfectly as she opened her mouth showing him her skill.

"Swallow," He commanded and she did and continued sucking his cock for any remaining drop.

He pulled her up to her feet, cupping her breasts and twisting her nipples until she winced. Harder and harder he twisted and pulled as she danced about trying to accept the pain. She felt her cunt begin to throb as he continued his cruel erotic torture. He grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck pulling her head back hard, and said,

"Cum, now girl. NOW!"

And her hips bucked as she came hard leaning her weight into him as he pulled her nipples taut. He pulled and pulled as the orgasms ripped through her knowing the painful sensations extended her pleasure until she was completely spent.

She collapsed into his arms, and he picked her up and cradled her.

"Happy Birthday, slave."

And then he carried her off to bed as she was already drifting to sleep ...

Thank you

2008-11-26T11:28:00.001-08:00

For your love support and encouragement through your comments and email... I still have some more to write and revise before the book is done, and I will post an salacious excerpt soon.

xoxoxo

Remembering... Midnight Rambler

2008-11-19T17:52:00.000-08:00

About a year ago, I lost someone who meant a great deal to me.

Midnight Rambler, was my friend and Master and he passed away rather suddenly last November. I have been thinking about days before he died, and how he had come to so many conclusions about his life. Perhaps he sensed something.

He was a very wise man, and a great writer, although he never considered himself either, and wrote a steamy story that I'm reprinting in memoriam.

I hope you are at peace, Master MR, wherever you are...

Lessons in the Boardroom Part 1,
Part 2,
Part 3,
Part 4,
Part 5,
Part 6,
Part 7,

Part 8, In Conclusion:

Talbert sat back, his eyes transfixed on the progress report in front of him. He shook his head slowly as he read, the tip of his gold pen keeping pace on the mahogany desk. "No, no god damned way" he murmured as his hand found the intercom button.

"Gloria?"

"Yes Sir?" the voice replied.

"Where the hell is Carol"?

"I believe she is training the new interns, Sir."

"Tell her to get her ass in here now. Send Roberts to fill in on the training."

"Yes Sir", replied Gloria.

Talbert swung back in his seat, his hand on his furrowed brow, thinking, remembering, as he oft times did. Almost two full months had past since that day. And when he thought back he did so with a smile. He did so with longing. He did so finding it ever so increasingly difficult to do so without the yearning.

"You wished to see me Sir?"

Carol's voice immediately refocused him. He sat looking beautiful slender blond, her silky hair framing her chiseled features. She was gorgeous, she was his slave, and she was also a formidable business woman.

Talbert's tone was measured and serious.

"Get your ass down to the 14th St. project. You tell those idiots from Conklin Bros that I want EVERY last damn appliance un-crated and installed by close of business tomorrow. And if they can't manage that, just ask how much we owe them. I'm locking them off the job the next morning."

Carol had heard that tone before, many times. She knew what to do.

"Yes Sir", she replied.

"And Carol?"

Carol turned back.

"Kick some ass."

The beautiful woman simply nodded, a slight smile coming to her face.

"Yes Master."

He watched her as she left his office. Her slender form swaying, the tight skirt of her blue pin stripe hugging her lovely hips.

Perhaps it was the sight of Carol's succulent ass that sent his mind adrift once more. More and more it seemed, he thought of her. He thought of sweet little Pamela. He thought about how he had turned that pretty girl into a slave. Looking over at the conference table, his cock stirred as he allowed himself to relive the events. Images of Pamela's reddened ass bucking back harder and harder onto his cock as her mouth greedily feasted on carol's wet cunt. Images of the young girl's tears flowing freely as she was forced to accept and embrace her own nature. And more so, he remembered that evening. He remembered holding Pamela in his arms, kissing her tears as she opened up about her life, her dreams, her ambitions, her fears. He remembered the closeness. His little Pamela though never came back after that night. A terse note to HR the next day, and then phone messages not returned, mail marked 'moved-no forwarding address', failed attempts by private investigators, all futile. she was gone. And Talbert finally had to admit to himself what he would never admit to another living soul. He missed her, missed her smile, missed the sparkle in her eyes, missed her laughter.

That's when it happened. That's when Talbert did a double take. He often kept his PC set to monitor the security cameras in the facility, and his eyes stared in disbelief as the image briefly scanned the reception area. It was her. There sat Pamela Grayson, reading a magazine, her legs crossed, the hem of her skirt riding up those lovely thighs.

"Gloria?" he barked.

"Yes Sir, Mr. Talbert?"

"What the hell is she doing here?"

"Sir?"

"In reception, Gloria. Pamela Grayson. Find out."

"Yes Sir", Gloria replied.

Talbert sat watching his monitor as the lovely girl rose and was ushered into the offices. His fingers tapped impatiently on his desk as he waited for Gloria. And then Gloria buzzed him, prompt and efficient as she always was.

"Mr. Talbert"?

"Yes Gloria. Who is she here for?"

"Reception says that Ms. Grayson is here representing an engineering firm. She is in a meeting with Mr. Sanchez. Will there be anything else Sir?"

"No Gloria, and thank you."

Talbert sat gathering his thoughts for a minute. He then rose, and left his office, proceeding down the long hallway to the office of his senior project manager, Ray Sanchez. He knocked once on the closed door, then opened it and entered the room.

He walked directly towards the round coffee table at the far end of the office, where both Sanchez and Pamela were seated. His words cut her off in mid sentence.

"Thank you Ray. I'll handle it from here."

Pamela froze mid sentence. Her eyes cast downward, focused on her presentation material. Ray Sanchez looked up at Talbert, a look of surprise on his face.

"Ms. Grayson was just explaining her firm's work on HVAC design."

"Yes Ray. As I said, I'll handle it."

Ray Sanchez now knew better than to question. He simply rose, nodded to Talbert, and walked to the door. Talbert followed him, put a hand on the mans shoulder, smiling, and whispered. And Sanchez responded, nodded, and closed the door behind him.

Talbert then turned, walking slowly back to the table, where he sat comfortably, his eyes focused on his lovely little Pamela. And still she sat frozen, not speaking, but her breathing heavy, her ample breasts straining against her blouse with each breath.

Talbert's tone was firm. "Well?"

The girl had all she could do to keep her composure. She feared that first word, that first syllable which she was sure would get lost in her throat. She then mustered all within her and continued.

"As I was explaining to Mr. Sanchez, our staff has been very successful at designing exciting new systems that....."

Her scripted presentation was abruptly interrupted by Talbert's hand which reached down and closed the folder in front of her and with one swipe sent it flying onto the floor.

"WELL????"

Pamela sat frozen. In her mind were scrambled thoughts, images of that day, memories not only of Talbert's cock violating her body, but of her own willingness, her own cravings, and her fear of what this man had unleashed from within her own mind. She struggled to get the words out.

"Please Sir. Please. I have no idea why, but I thought that I could handle this. I thought that by coming here today I could face something and put it to rest."

"LOOK at me, Pamela."

The pretty girl tilted her head up, her expression a mix of false bravado, vulnerability, and fright. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

Talbert feasted on her expression, but he found himself caught in that male conundrum. He wanted to hold this delicate creature, shield her from life's pitfalls, while at the same time teach her to offer her pain, her utter humiliation for his pleasure and of course, to fuck every hole in her sweet body.

"Put it to rest, is it? Tell me Pamela, what exactly is it we are putting to rest today?"

"I just....I just thought I was over it, Sir. I just thought that if I could be here today I could then forever leave behind what happened."

Talbert leaned closer in as the girl lowered her gaze.

"I said LOOK AT ME."

And the girl looked up once more, her body beginning to tremble.Talbert now stared directly into her eyes.

"And do you REALLY think walking through these halls one last time, or by quitting without notice you could wash away what happened?"

"I freaked Sir. I was unprepared. I went home. I cried for hours. I thought of how wonderful it was but then came the shame, then came the guilt. I thought of my life, my schooling, my family, my road ahead, and then of what I did here. It wasn't real Sir. It just could not have been real."

Talbert rose, and shaking his head slightly, walked slowly around to her side of the table. She was ever aware of his presence and whimpered slightly as she felt his fingers comb into her long dark hair and tighten in a grip, forcing her head back. He leaned, kissed each eyelid, and then her sweet lips. She reacted, pressing her lips against his but was then startled as his hand slid up her inner thigh and pinched her soft flesh hard. She yipped as her legs instinctively parted and Talbert's fingers immediately cupped her moist thong.

"Tell me it wasn't real, Pamela."

"It couldn't have been Sir. It was some other person I don't know. Something I ......I"

Her words were cut short as Talbert's fingers slid under the thong and easily into Pamela Grayson's wet pussy. She whimpered as her hips began to find their rhythm in sync with the 3 fingers thrusting in and out of her. And as the fingers slowed to massage that special spot, she once again felt as she had that day. She feared this man, she loved this man. She hated that within herself which so needed his control. Yet, she felt as a little girl, desperately craving the security which that control brought her. She was so confused, wanting to break away and think, yet wanting never ever to leave him again.

"Sir, all my life I have been taught certain things. I have been taught about what success is. I have been taught how to handle men. I have been taught about how a woman is to make her way in the world."

Talbert smiled at her. "It seems that you have been taught about most everything, then, little Pamela. Wouldn't you say?"

As he spoke, he slowly pulled on the pretty girl's hair, and she found herself on her hands and knees facing Talbert, who now sat.

"As I told you that evening, Sir, my education was quite extensive."

Talbert responded.

"Hmmm, yes. I recall, except in all those years of being educated, you were not taught about one thing."

He reached into the girl's blouse and finding a tender nippletip, rolled it between his fingertips as she attempted to answer.

"Sir? I don't understand."

Talbert twisted the tender nipple HARD.

"NO one taught you life's most important lesson. No one taught you to yourself, my little cunt Pamela. No one taught you to be true to your own nature. No one taught you the pure joy of giving of yourself."

And then he leaned, kissing the girl deeply and whispered, "No one taught you how to love".

Right then it all crystallized for Pamela. As tears flowed freely down her pretty cheeks, she turned on all fours, placed her body over the coffee table while lifting her skirt and exposing her alabaster flesh. She whimpered through her open sobs.

"Please, this slave is so sorry Master. Please punish me. Please use me. Please let me serve you Mast..."

The words were cut off by the first sting of Talbert's belt striking her ass. Her soft flesh jiggled repeatedly as she cried out with each lash. And yet with each blow she managed a louder and louder "Thank You, Master" as her mind eased into that place she had tried so hard to ignore; to forget. Sweet Pamela's ass was crisscrossed with welts, her body quivering and writhing as she felt the spongy head of Talbert's hard cock against her pussy. The girl leaned back, hoping to be filled, needing to be filled, but Talbert loved to tease, and eased back, leaving his pretty Pamela craving it ever more. And finally he thrust forward, as he struck her red ass with the belt once more. His cock entered her, and the mix of pain from the belt plus the pleasure of his entry almost made her cum. She remembered though, and simply closed her eyes, accepting what pain and pleasure her Master deemed to give her. And Talbert lunged deep into the girl, then held motionless, his balls slapping up against her swollen clit. He then thrust in and out of her and smiled down as her ass bucked back to meet his every thrust.

"Master please....Please may your slave cum? Oh God, Mast..."

"AM I your Master, little Pamela Grayson? AM I your Owner? "

"Yes Sir...Oh God yes, Master."

"Then GIVE me what is MINE. NOW."

And with one last strike of his belt, and thrust of his cock, little Pamela's body shook and she came harder and longer than ever in her life. And as she was riding wave after wave, Talbert's body lunged as he let out a deep guttural sound, his hot cum spurting deep into his slave.

Afterwards he held her close, curled up in his lap. He kissed her hair as they spoke of all manner of things. And after they dressed and cleaned up, Talbert smiled and said, "Follow me."

He led her back down that long hallway to an office next to his. He opened the door and they walked in. Covering the desk was a white sheet. He looked at her.

"Remove the sheet, lil cunt."

Of course she obeyed immediately and to her shock there was a brass name plate on the desk.

It read, 'Pamela Grayson, Vice President.'

"Tomorrow morning, lil cunt, you are back home where you belong."

"Yes Master. But Master? I do need to at least give a few days notice!"

Talbert just looked at her and smiled.

"Already done, hon. Sanchez took care of it as soon as left the room."

The End....

Thank you Master MR...

She waits..

2008-11-02T18:43:00.000-08:00

Lying on her side,
head nestled
in the crook
of her own arm,
feeling the cold
longing on her skin,
turning inward
to hide her tears,

she sighs.

Curling her legs up,
one then the other,
to fight the ache
deep within
her soul
deep within
her loins,

she needs.

Holding her heart
together with hope
tethered to dreams
and impossibility,
feeling the echoes
of words never spoken,
whispers she wants to hear,

she waits.

Endeavor

2008-11-01T05:11:00.000-07:00

After much counseling and encouragement from my beloved Katashi, the book Dragonfly will be completed at the close of November... hopefully.... as I am joining my beautifully salacious sister in this group writing initiative . The book is an erotic fictional work based on real life events and occurrences.

Some excerpts have been posted here now and again and more will be posted in the future.

Wish me luck!!

xo

Please...

2008-10-27T15:30:00.001-07:00

Loving Sub tragically lost her husband and Master a few days ago...

She needs our love and support... Please visit her and share some kind words.

Thank you...

You are mine...

2008-10-21T17:25:00.000-07:00

She heard his words, now fully understanding what he had meant when he had whispered them into her ear.

"You are Mine..."

She was seldom out of his grip, his possession, to hold and fondle and treat as he wished. At first she was overwhelmed and frightened by her new husband's greediness for her body, but she had come to love his constant attention and yearned for more and more. He demanded openness and transparency and assumed complete access to her mind body, heart and soul.

She was young, and perfect, a blossom just starting to bloom and he was strong and experienced, knowing exactly how to properly cultivate his exotic flower. He kept her close at all times, never allowing her to cover her luscious pink cunt or her supple white breasts. She was his, and his hands reminded her of this continually as he squeezed and fondled her breasts, and by the way his fingers delved into her voluptuous folds. She would often moan at his touch as he kept her on a sexual edge, wanton and needing, begging for more with her eyes and her sighs.

All day he would tease his nubile bride, until the night when he would use her over and over again into the morning. There was not a moment when she wasn't at his disposal for his use, she was his constant vessel. He would fill her with his seed and soak her with his golden blessing, as she came to think of it, completely and thoroughly violating her and she loved it. She found any moment away from him to be excruciating and her addiction to his mouth and to his cock consumed her...

Pink Bathrobe and Pony Tail...

2008-10-12T05:57:00.000-07:00

When they arrived at the house, the sun was gently setting and a chill stirred in the air. Gathering some logs for a fire on their way in, she excused herself for a moment with a slight smile, and he went into the den to build the fire.

He waited for her in quiet anticipation, as all the things she whispered to him throughout the day came alive in his mind and body like the flame-shadows flickering around him. He thought of her hot breath in his ear promising him delightful details of what she was planning, making his cock stiffen in his trousers.

The fire was hot and bright as the logs awakened, covering the room in a soft orange glow. He removed his trousers and shirt and put on a pair shorts he wears for sleeping he found in the adjacent laundry room. Sitting back, basking in the autumnal hues, he remembered her promises of sensual massage, and he rose to gather his favorite scented oil. He took the small bottle and brought it to his nose breathing in the heady vanilla fragrance. The image of her naked and smooth body flooded his mind as he remembered the last time they had used the oils. His hand longed to touch her flesh and find her secret places that only he knew how to manipulate to drive her mad with desire.

He heard the stairs creak a bit and he looked toward the archway. She was standing there wearing a long pink robe which hung open revealing the center line of her body and luscious clean-shaven cunt. Her hair was pulled up in a pony tail, and he was struck by the way it made her look like such an innocent young girl, especially since he knew what a writhing whore she would soon be. Thoughts of a calming massage left his mind and the need to completely consume replaced them.

She crossed the room to him and her robe opened a bit more as she walked, revealing her milky white breasts and erect nipples. He was lying on the couch next to the fire, and she immediately straddled him and bent down to kiss him deeply. Having her on top of him and immersed in her flesh and scent fanned the flame of his desire and he groped her body with his hands, pulling at her nipples and kneading her ass as his tongue danced with hers.

His need to taste her cunt was strong and he flipped her off of him and placed her on the couch spreading her legs wide for him to reveal her glistening folds. Burying his face in her essence, his fingers deep inside her as well, she began writhing and moaning. She was on the edge and he sent her over with force, never letting up as the orgasm rocked her body. He attended her mouth again, sharing the sweetness of her cunt and cum with her, and she devoured it as she reached for his cock needing to taste him as well. Pulling down his shorts he plunged his cock into her mouth agape with want. Riding her face hard, she sucked and rolled her tongue around as she knew he liked her to do. He reached between her legs and began finger fucking her again, her legs opening to accommodate his hand as he added a finger with each stroke feeling her cum coating his fingers. She looked beautiful with his cock going in and out of her mouth and her breasts heaving with desire. He wanted to feel her tits on his cock, and pulled out of her mouth and cunt and grabbed the oil.

She looked up at him unsure of what he was going to do, and he doused her chest with the oil rubbing and squeezing her luscious globes. He straddled her body and placed his cock between them and she held them up for him and opened her mouth. Thrusting into her oiled tits and into her mouth drove him to the edge and after a few pumps he was spurting his cum all over her face and into her mouth. When he finished, he knelt beside her as she traced the lines of his cum with her fingers and licked them clean.

"I thought I was going to give you a sensual massage tonight."

"Oh, you will. But I just couldn't resist a girl in a pink bathrobe and pony tail."

She rose from the couch, fixed her ponytail, and put on her robe. She gathered pillows and the oil and made a nice place for him to lay in front of the fire. Bowing her head to him when she was finished, he laid down and she rubbed him down...

As she should be....

2008-09-28T06:39:00.000-07:00

She's bound.
As she should be.

Hands behind her back.
Naked.

As she should be.

In my arms.
As she should be.

Feeling the heat of her body
rising as desire permeates her soul,
I hold her tightly
absorbing all that she is,
for she is mine.

And she knows this.

There is an exact moment
when the connection is made,
a fleeting second
tethered to forever.

Our breathing becomes one,
our hearts synchronize
and the world falls away.

I feel her folding into me,
one corner at a time and
I envelope her proportionately.

She does not know what is to come next,
yet she is completely opened to every possibility,

and I have plans...

She gently floats into their space and wills her excitement into the focus she will need to meet his calling. The jute tightens around her arms, and she is reminded of their severe harnessing by the dull ache spreading throughout her shoulders. She is in her tightest little safe place she can only access with his love, his guidance, and his control. It is the place in the center of her universe carved out by his precise dominance over any and all elements that touch her life. It is their temple of hope and desire.

"You are Mine, little one, aren't you." It wasn't a question, but she knew to respond.

"Yes Sir, i am."

He could tell by the tone of her voice she was in the state of arousal and awareness he required for the moment. He grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her back hard forcing her face upward. He kissed her mouth deeply, probing with his tongue as she caressed him with her own. Loving her taste, he devoured her.

With his fist entwined in her hair, he pulled back again forcing her to arch and her supple breast to jut forward. Taking her eager nipple between his fingers, still kissing her deeply, he squeezed harder and harder until he felt her body react. He responded to her by plunging his tongue deeper into her throat silencing her. He was making it quite clear that he will control what is done to her and will take all that she offers back.

She felt herself cresting as the beautiful pain his hands were gifting her pushed her to the brink, but she knew she could not cum without his permission, and one could hardly beg anything with another's tongue in their mouth. She thought for a moment about just letting the sensations overtake her, and about how easy it would be to let go her focus. Then she remembered when she had once before succumbed to her desire without his permission and the severe sting of his subsequent punishment for her infraction banished this thought. He felt her orgasm building, and he knew she was close. Her arousal filled the room and he felt her body open like the petals of a rose.

Not yet, he thought, not even close.

He pulled back suddenly from her leaving her body heaving alone in want as she caught her breath. He watched her slowly regain her senses and went to her again, grabbing her hair arching her back, but instead of attending her nipple, he brought his fingers down to her dripping wet cunt. She moaned as he caressed her outer lips and he looked at her curtly indicating she was to be controlled and silent. She held his gaze as his fingers delved deeper until he was fucking her in a nice steady rhythm. Her body covered in sweat as the battle of her desire for release and her desire to be perfectly obedient ensued. He fucked her harder and harder adding another finger and another until she was easily accepting four.

Then he stopped, his fingers remaining deep inside of her.

"Today, love, you are going to accept my whole fist. You are ready for this, little one, is this understood?"

She started to shake a bit at his proclamation, thinking of the last time they tried this and she was unable to accommodate him. Terrified this may happen again, her body tensed and she breathed deeply to relax realizing this would be the only way to succeed and please him.

He maneuvered her over to the chair in the corner of the room, with fingers still inside. She fell back and lifted and spread her legs as wide as she could. When she was in a comfortable position, he resumed his rhythmic fucking of her cunt. Reassuring her of his love and his ownership, he pounded her harder and harder. He took his thumb and worked it in with his fingers opening her more than she had ever been before. She felt his hand filling her body, as he twisted it for her pleasure. A flash of heat enveloped her like no other and she found herself at the point of no return. He knew she was there and knew she could not pull herself together to beg to come, so he granted her permission anyway.

"Come NOW girl!"

She was grateful and relieved to hear those words and her body spasmed over and over again around his gyrating fist. He felt his girl totally open to him and he held her as she came over and over. Slowly and gently he removed his fist and brought it to her lips commanding she clean his fingers. She licked them lovingly and obediently and the sight of her tongue caressing his fingers made him grow hard with want.

He placed her on the floor with her back against the chair and straddled her face pushing his cock into her mouth and forcing her head back. It hit the seat cushion of the chair and he held her there with his cock deep in her throat. He gently pulled back and then thrust hard into her. She gagged a bit and he let her catch her breath, then he thrust again, and again until he was fucking her throat with long deep strokes. Tears were forming in her eyes which excited him as he looked down at her. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder he fucked his girl's face until his cum was spewing into her mouth and down her throat, riding her hard through his orgasm . He pulled out of her mouth and he sat on the chair pulling her onto his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder and began to purr a bit like a kitten as she closed her eyes to rest, and he thought,

this is exactly

as she should be...

dedicated to my muses.... and you know who you are... xo

dragonfly

2008-09-27T06:10:00.000-07:00

fluttering creature,
battered from the journey
her heart is strong,
her caress healing,

carrying her message
through space and time
over despair
and into hope.

she finds your ear
and whispers,

"let me love you
let me adore you
let me serve you

let me in...."

vide grenier

2008-09-22T19:14:00.000-07:00

and upon it, a gentle kiss...

thank you Sensei... xo

Picnic at the beach.....

2008-09-17T17:52:00.000-07:00

"What will you feed me first?"

I pick up some fruit, unsure of myself, thinking this would be the easiest to feed someone.

"Stop! I want you to spread your legs and reveal your cunt-soaked panties first before you can feed me, then you will need to remove them."

I try to comprehend his words, finding a way to reconcile this command as it is completely foreign to me and we are on a public beach! I can feel his power and have this compelling need to obey him perfectly. So I put the fruit down and move my body to face him, bending my knees, so he will see me better, and I lift my skirt and realize my panties are indeed soaked, and try to show him in a discrete way, so no one around notices but he keeps indicating he cannot see forcing me to contort my body in a more compromising manner. He wants to watch my humiliation revealing myself in public. I hike up my skirt a little more and he finally nods and tells me it's time to remove my panties as he is getting hungry. I reach under my skirt, and shimmy my panties down and i feel the wetness trace down my legs and and try to pull them off quickly and gracefully. I pull them over my feet and hold them in my hand with my head bowed not sure what to do, waiting for him to tell me, and he holds out his hand and takes them.

"Now feed me."

I pick up the plate wondering what he is going to do with my panties and as I move closer to him with the fruit in my finger tips, he stops me and tells me to open my mouth. I think he is going to feed me, but he balls up my soaked panties and shoves them into my mouth. I start blinking fast unsure of what to do, but I accept them, tasting my juices on the delicate cotton and then he tells me to proceed. I can only breath through my nose and I sputter for breath now and again. I feel myself sweating, breathing heavily through my nose, my chest heaving, but I continue to serve him his meal. I feel the pull of his power over me in this moment as I kneel before him with a plate of food feeding him with soaked panties in my mouth on a public beach. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. All around me people are sun bathing children are playing and i am held to this moment with him.

He then tells me that he wants me to discretely slide his board shorts down and to impale myself on his cock. I get up and do as he says sliding down his shorts, praying no one will see me, or him. I lift my skirt just enough and i sit on his hard cock and gasp as it slides so easily into my needy wanton cunt. I am shocked by the intense pleasure and bite my lip to keep from cuming. The sun on my skin his cock deep inside, his eyes staring deep into mine compelling me to abide by his will, to obey his every command and wish. I find I cannot do anything else. He sees the ecstasy on my face and he tells me it's time to feed him and with his cock deep inside, I pick up the plate. I want to throw it to the side and to just ride him as I don't care who is around anymore. I want to place my hands on his chest and ride him long and hard until I'm cuming all over his cock on that hot sandy beach, and as if he read my mind, he said to me,

"NOW, feed me!"

I again focus and pick up some meat and cheese and bring it to his lips. He takes it greedily and I love the feel of his tongue on my fingers. I feed him more and more and the motion of my feeding him starts to create a rhythm we both want to increase, and I feed him gently rocking back and forth, trying to be discreet, exaggerating the movements as I gather the food and bring it to his lips forgetting all about the panties in my mouth, but as i hear the moaning coming from me as the pleasure builds, I am grateful they are there to muffle the primal sounds
slowly rocking and grinding. I feel my juices dripping and increasing. I feel myself coming to the edge as his cock pokes at the g-spot over and over grinding and rocking he sees the orgasm coming to the surface as my eyes widen to look at him, unsure of what to do, I'm desperately trying to hold onto the plate, and he takes it from me and grabs my wrists hard, driving his cock deeper still into me. Looking deep into my eyes, he tells me to "Come right now for me, girl."

I cannot help myself his words push me over the edge and he feels my body contracting and spasming on his cock soaking him and as the orgasm subsides, and i open my eyes, realizing where I am and what just happened and he is staring at me to focus me to command the moment, to own me.

He says, "I think it's time to go into the house," and gently lifts me off his stiff cock and no one sees a thing. He zips up his pants and we go into the house leaving the food on the blanket.

As soon as we enter, he takes my shoulders and forces me to my knees, as he releases his cock from his shorts. In a strong forceful motion he pulls the panties from my mouth and shoves his cock deep into my throat. I greedily suck and lick his shaft deeper and deeper until his hot cum is shooting into my mouth. I lick up every drop and suck him clean.

"Thank you for feeding me, Sir." I say to him from my knees at your feet.

"And you were supposed to feed me, remember? Now go clean up our picnic and make me a sandwich."

"yes Sir.."

and i do....

yes.. yes.. yes.......

2008-08-29T22:28:00.000-07:00

here

Stolen Moments

2008-08-23T09:56:00.000-07:00

Hushed glances quickly
walking by with mysterious cases
and bags harboring
a salacious cache, lives left far behind,
if only for a few hours.

Nothing exists in the universe
but the universe created from fantasy and desire,
four walls barely containing a lifetime
in a single afternoon.

Exposing flesh and worth and life
as each item is brought forth,
silk sashes, flogger, cuffs and collar.
Distinguishing one world from another,
abandoned reality for no one to see.

Sights, smells, sensations
in a flurry of moments flashing
by each taking it's eternity,

Orchestrated rituals designed
to unlock the door
to the door next
and next to.

What will turn that final key?
And what will escape
from that chamber
once it is breached?

That is reason why, isn't it?

Summer wind...

2008-08-09T05:11:00.001-07:00

Summer's seduction, too powerful to resist, has enticed Dragonfly and Katashi away for a bit with promises of peaceful and relaxation. Lying on soft sand warmed by the sun, toes deliciously teasing the water's edge, and smooth icy elixir filled glasses has kept minds at ease and souls quiet.

However, most beloved patrons, Autumn has whispered her impending secret in our ear.... (I'm coming... I'm coming) and with her promise of Ecstasy, comes my promise to you that when she finally comes, so shall we all, and the Okiya will be vibrant again....

Peace and love to you... always..

Katashi's words to Odoriko ...

2008-07-15T01:04:00.000-07:00

Using all her will to keep her hands from shaking, Odoriko complied, walked towards him as best she could, knelt again, and awaited her fate…

Odoriko

Your return is welcome. We have missed you.

Remove your kimono. Quickly girl, do not delay.

Kneel naked. Legs apart. Your hands resting palm up on your thighs. Sit on your heels. Knees wider than that. You can do better. Back straight. Head up. Do not cast down your eyes. You are a student of the Okiya. Be proud.

Good girl. That is better.

Feel my hand resting on the crown of your head. It is your Sensei's hand. It has touched the hair of many students over the years. I wonder how you will compare with them. Some of them were exceptional. I wonder if you can come even close. It is not an easy path but it can be rewarding. As long as you are strong. As long as you are strong enough. To be a pupil of Katashi you need to be very strong. Much will be asked of you. Your weaknesses will be exposed.

Mounted on the wall in front of you is my cane. Look at it. Get to know it well. Even the best of my pupils has received a beating. I expect you may need beating regularly. I wonder if I should beat you now so that you are aware of what a punishment from Katashi feels like. There are already good reasons for me to beat you.

Feel my hand stroke your cheek, your neck, your shoulder. Feel it trace your spine downwards to your buttocks.

Bend forward. Hands palm down on the floor. Kneel upright.Your bottom in the air. Quickly. Curve your back. Present your bottom to me enticingly. Keep your thighs apart. Head up. Pose beautifully Odoriko. You are a thing of beauty when you present yourself confidently. Otherwise you are just another girl on her knees.

Feel my finger trace ten lines across your buttocks.

One at a time.

Slowly.

So very slowly.

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Did you feel my finger trace each of those lines? Can you feel it on your flesh?

Imagine instead of my finger it was the cane eating into your flesh, searing your skin with the heat of its beating into your bottom. Imagine it on each of those lines. Imagine the sharp and vicious pain. It is worse than that. Imagine it. Imagine it along each of those lines.

Just imagine.

I will not do it now but ...

... it will happen.

Perhaps when you have learned the arts of submission you may beg me for it to show your dedication.

Kneel back in your first position. Quickly girl. You must practice moving between these positions with speed and grace. Later this evening you will practice for at least an hour. I will test tomorrow whether you have improved. Keep your legs wider. Back straight! That's better.

Now repeat this out loud, "I am sorry Katashi for disappointing you. I will work hard at being a good pupil."

I am lighting a candle.

Repeat the words over and over. You will stay in that position repeating those words. In half an hour or so if I remember I will send in a pupil to blow out the candle. Then you may stop and go to your room to work on the exercise I have given you.

Be here at the same time tomorrow. Bring your small bag with you. I wish to inspect your earlier task then.

Odoriko Returns

2008-07-13T14:51:00.000-07:00

Odoriko pushed open the gate to the Okiya gardens and hesitated for a moment. She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and smoothed her hair before continuing down the path to the front door.

Dragonfly answered the knock at the door and smiled at Odoriko, whose characteristically pink cheeks were even more flushed with nervousness. She had been away from the Okiya for some weeks, having been called away soon after her first arrival, to study for a time at an exclusive arts school to which she had been granted a scholarship. Sensei Katashi and Dragonfly had allowed her to go, although it worried Dragonfly a little. She was concerned that Odoriko may have trouble adjusting to Okiya life after her introduction was so disrupted. Some things had changed quite a bit since she had gone.

Nonetheless Dragonfly welcomed Odoriko back to the Okiya warmly, and tried to fill her in on all the important changes that had occurred as they walked to Odoriko's room. On her first arrival at the Okiya, Odoriko had been shown to a luxurious and beautifully decorated room, with a beautiful double-bed, flowers on the bedside table, all the furniture deep-coloured wood carved in elaborate designs, colourful art on the walls. Dragonfly had shown Odoriko where to put her things, but noticed Odoriko did not seem quite content. Upon pressing her for the reason, Odoriko had shyly asked if there was something more… simple. Dragonfly had understood at once, as is her talent, and shown Odoriko to a separate building of the Okiya, just across a small courtyard – a more traditional building, with rice paper doors and simple decoration. Odoriko loved it, and was given a room there.

Returning after all this time to her room, Odoriko found it almost exactly as she had left it, with some freshly-added flowers in a small vase on her low writing-desk. As she unpacked and put away her few things, she and Dragonfly talked a little more. Odoriko felt calm and happy to be back, but as Dragonfly was about to leave, she said "Sensei Katashi would like to see you in his room today at 1pm promptly. He said he would expect you to be… prepared." With that, Dragonfly left, closing the door soundlessly behind her. Odoriko's heart thumped. So he knew. Luckily, she did have the task prepared that he had asked of her before she left, but she quaked a little to think of what else he'd have in store for her…

At 1pm Odoriko, dressed in her plain navy blue kimono, with her wakizashi in her belt and carrying a small bag, knocked gently on Sensei Katashi's door.

"Enter," came his voice from within.

Odoriko opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her, and turned around. Katashi stood beside the table in the centre of the room, his hands clasped in front of him, his face expressionless. Odoriko felt herself blushing, and knelt where she was, head bowed.

"It is good to see you, Sensei." She listened hard for any sound of movement but heard none. He spoke. "It is good also to have you back with us, Odoriko. However I was expecting you a little… earlier." She winced involuntarily. He cleared his throat slightly. "You should have known, Odoriko, that I would be sure to find out the exact amount of time your classes would take. And so I was under the impression, given the information I received from the school, that the term finished about three weeks ago, is this correct?"

Odoriko closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes, Sensei."

He continued. "Your instructions were to return to the Okiya as soon as possible, were they not, Odoriko?" He did not wait for an answer. "Somehow I do not think three weeks after the end of term is as soon as possible. Odoriko, look at me, now!" She raised her head as quickly as she could. His eyes burned into hers. "Do you have any valid excuse for your disobedience, Odoriko?"

A million thoughts rushed through her mind. New friends. Parties. Places to see. The time just rushed by so fast…

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. She sighed, closed it again, and bowed her head. Finally she found words. "No, Sensei. I do not."

He had hoped this would not be the case, but had also expected it. Well then, it was time.

"Odoriko, please place your bag and your sword on the floor beside you. I presume your bringing these had something to do with your assigned task. I thank you for being prepared, and you may present your task to me soon. But first…" he waited for her to finish putting the items on the floor, then continued. "First, Odoriko, you must learn that disobeying me has serious consequences. Please keep your head bowed, stand, walk seven steps forward, then kneel again."

Using all her will to keep her hands from shaking, Odoriko complied, walked towards him as best she could, knelt again, and awaited her fate…

by Odoriko (image obtained from here)

Master-bation

2008-07-03T05:17:00.000-07:00

He loves to watch her.

It is still so hard for her to touch herself, to feel her own body's reaction to her touch, and this pleases him a great deal. He makes her hold positions in which she must fully expose herself to his view while directing her to use her fingers this way and that way. He knows the flush of her skin is from the humiliation she feels for being so exposed to him, and for doing something forbidden.

He tells her to spread her legs wider for him, and bend her knees, to take three fingers on her right hand and plunge them into her dripping wet cunt. He tells her to rub her clit with her left hand, reminding her to "keep that cunt open to me girl." Her mind ablaze with conflict, aroused and humiliated at the same time, she works herself for him as disobeying him is not an option for her. When she is cresting and the humiliation drains away leaving only the promise of ecstasy, and he stops her.

"On your knees, now, whore."

He changes her position. Forcing her to bend over and finger herself from behind. On hand in front fucking her cunt and the other in back fucking her tight little ass, a whole new wave of humiliation finds her. He moves around this writhing creature, making sure she knows he sees every facet of her being, of her mind and her soul. She cannot hide from him, and making her do this for him was his way to reinforce this fact, to burn it into her psyche. Again the ecstasy takes over and he stops her.

"Get the cock."

She pulls her dripping wet fingers out of her body and retrieves the toy. He tells her to get on her back and lift her legs high and wide and to fuck herself with the cock. She is mindless at this point, doing exactly as he commands. He knows this and knows that the humiliation of it all will hit her hard when it is over, a thought which arouses him a great deal. She works her cunt with her hand and dildo and again the orgasm rises. He asks her if she wants to cum, she says "yes, Sir, please..." He makes her beg, demands she admit she's a cum-hungry whore, a slut, his slut, over and over these words leaving her mouth as she fucks herself harder. Words that she would never say unless teetering on this torturous edge.

"This whore begs you Master, please may I cum for you, please?"

He leans close to her and and lightly touches her lips and then reaches down and plunges his finger deep into her ass and commands.

"Cum NOW girl!"

She explodes into orgasms, he feels her body contracting and pulsating on his finger deep in her ass reminding her that she is owned by him, that her pleasure is for him alone, that there is nothing hidden from him ever. She feels ever last bit of herself dissolve in this moment.

As the ecstasy subsides, he sees the humiliation return and he is ignited. He takes the toy from her dripping wet cunt and pulls her up to her knees, shoving it into her mouth to clean off her juices. He tells her to taste herself and suck with vigor. He pushes her further to the ground to his feet and she professes her submission to him as she is overwhelmed by it. He unzips his pants and releases his cock which is rock hard and she vigorously sucks him as she looks at him with adoring eyes....

boy

2008-06-28T06:09:00.000-07:00

As you have seen, Dragonfly has taken a new charge under her deliciously salacious wing. He is quite a handsome man, although we call him "boy." Dragonfly has not told us much of her plans for this new acquisition or how he came to be with her, just that we were to treat him with kindness when required, and he was not allowed to address anyone in the Okiya without her permission. He has been assigned housekeeping tasks and has been only allowed to wear a rope harness fashioned by Dragonfly herself.

I have never seen a man trained here at the Okiya, although Cinnamon and I have played with Takumi, and Dragonfly has played with Beau. But Dragonfly has never been the Domme. When she was the dominant in a situation, she was always under the watchful eye of Katashi who had guided her in these endeavors. This is the first time I have seen Dragonfly take on a trainee by herself. In fact, I have not seen Sensei Katashi around much at all, and wonder if he knows about this new arrangement!!

I must say, watching him move about the Okiya doing his chores with his strong muscles restrained by the rope has been immensely arousing. I may have to beg Dragonfly for a taste of her new toy.. I mean boy...

colt

2008-06-22T11:26:00.000-07:00

He was kneeling, naked, in the center of the room, arms fastened behind his back held by the jute wending over his sculpted muscles, knotted here and there. The rope came alive against his perfectly toned skinned. His muscles aching from being in this position for quite some time waiting as he was instructed to do. His cock was hard with anticipation and its ache was far worse than the building burn in his arms and legs. He could barely stand the anticipation any longer, and just when he felt she was not going to enter the room at all, she was appeared.

Standing in front of him in black thigh high stockings held up by garters, lacy red panties and a corset to match. Her hair was pulled back revealing her enchanting painted eyes and luscious full lips. She wore black platform stilettos, and had a crop in her hand. Her scent hit him first, rose and jasmine, her musk drove him wild. He bit his lip to stop the wave of pleasure he felt pulsing through him for fear he would cum right there at her feet, and worst of all, without her permission. She soaked in his gorgeous controlled form as he arched his back and thrust out his chest displaying to her, and grinned when she saw his stiff cock. He felt a bolt of shame as she did, realizing she knew he was at her mercy.

She walked around him, making sure he heard each sound her shoes made on the oak floor which his knees had been grinding into for so long. He felt her heat orbit his body as she inspected her property. She stood behind him a moment, admiring her Shibari prowess, and dragged her crop across his rounded tight ass. He knew she was thinking about the pleasure she would get from reddening him with that dreaded crop.

"Up."

to be continued....

Sundresses

2008-06-17T18:31:00.000-07:00

by Dragonfly & Orchid Mask... thank you Sir...

I remembered you told me that you liked sundresses, so I chose one I thought cute and alluring. I knew we would be walking around a bit, and heels would not be appropriate, so I chose a pair of white skippy sneakers and stashed the stilettos in my bag for later when we would go to dinner.

With the directions in hand, I got in my car and began to drive. It was a familiar drive, one I've done many times before, but I found myself looking at the directions over and over again as if this was my first time, as if everything in front of me was never known or seen. And I guess in a sense this was true. I was driving to a place I had never been, meeting someone I had known only through Internet chatting and on the telephone, about to embark on a journey I had only dreamed about. Everything would be different in a few hours. No wonder I was checking the directions over and over again, although it was futile as I'm sure Mapquest does not provide step by step instructions for meeting your Master for the first time.

I was thrilled and excited and incredibly nervous, and the anticipation intensified as the mile markers sped by. I wondered if you would like me in person. If you would think I was pretty, or if you would be disappointed? I wondered how you would look in person. All the pieces of you would finally be put together, your face, your voice, your body. All real and in front of me. I wondered how our D/s dynamic would play out in reality, how my body would respond to your presence. Emotions and inquiries swirling around in my mind as I drove trying not to get lost, luckily I saw the sign in time and made the turn off. The directions from there were fairly easy, and I saw the sign for the park and pulled in. My heart was racing and I wondered if I had the nerve to actually park my car and get out.

I did...

I gathered my light sweater, in-case the evening turned cool, and my bag and proceeded to the gazebo where we said we would meet.

The gazebo overlooked the lily pond and was surrounded by willow trees. It was incredibly charming and I was calmed by the tranquility of this place and the warm breeze that found me. I saw some figures in the gazebo, and I wondered if you were among them, my eyes frantically searching their faces. As the people cleared my vision line, I saw a man leaning over the edge of the railing, perhaps looking at the fish. Was it you?

I felt my body start to quiver (as I am incredibly shy) and I walked up to you and stood a few feet away. I was hoping you would notice me and turn around so I did not have to make the first move. But you did not, although I had a strong feeling you knew it was me standing behind you. I gathered my courage, and cleared my throat in the way us girls will when we want to be noticed. You did not turn around. I should have know it would not have been that easy! I mustered the courage again, and said, "hello?"

Perhaps you heard the nervousness in my voice, and decided to let me off the hook, because you stood up and turned around, smiled warmly and said hello. You reached out your arms and we hugged as close friends would when seeing each other after a long separation. I remember feeling your chest against my head and immediately feeling calmer as there was something so familiar in that moment for me. I sighed, relieved that I had found this special place and found you waiting for me here. You asked me if I found the directions easy to follow, more to alleviate my initial nervousness than to assess my direction following ability. You held my hand out at arms length to get a better look at this girl and you smiled in approval, realizing I had paid attention to your telling me about your fondness for sundresses. Your eyes scanned my body from head to toe, your eyebrow raised a bit when you saw my skippy sneaks.

I quickly said I had my evening shoes in my bag and thought these shoes more appropriate for walking in the garden. You smiled and showed me the map of the grounds and we headed out of the gazebo to explore a bit.

The grounds were beautiful, and we talked about the art we happened upon, sometimes cocking our heads at the strange and unusual pieces. It wasn't so much about the actual works, although some were quite amazing, but more about the bringing together of both nature's and man made beauty. One did not outshine the other here. It was a dance, of trees and flowers and stone and steel. Earthly elements fashioned by god and man and brought together in celebration. So much of this place represented the relationship we found ourselves in. Contrasting elements converging into symmetrical perfection. Something to not necessarily be understood or explained, but seen and admired. Enjoyed.

We walked the path and turned and saw a sculpture entitled Facing Couple, by Itzik Benshalom. The stone figures simultaneously evoked something in both of us and your grabbed me and pulled me close to you. I gasped and turned toward you. You kissed me.

First your kiss was soft and inviting, as my mouth opened a little more, it became deeper and harder. It was a kiss that had waited a long time to manifest and my spine flashed with heat, my groin aching with want. So much sexual tension had been building between us that this kiss just about ignited a bonfire of desire.

We kissed for a while, until the footfall of others approaching alerted us to our surroundings. We smiled and continued walking along the path holding hands. I hugged your arm, as if in relief that our first kiss was all we hoped it to be. You looked at me and smiled and kissed the top of my head.

The two of us continued walking the paths admiring the art surrounding us. You pointed out the beautiful foliage around us, realizing I had absolutely no botanical knowledge at all. You knew the names of the flowers and trees and spoke of your plans for your own gardens.

Then, as we continued down the path, we were both a little startled to come across a sculpture of a lady laying on the ground. We were used to seeing large steel and stone objects that often represented elemental explosions. This subtle figure on the ground was in great contrast. The piece was called, Mirage, by Katrina Tatarovich. Aptly named because at first, the brain assumed the figure was that of a real woman.

You turned to me and said, "Now why do you think she's lying there that way?"

"Because she is exhausted from being thoroughly used by her Master all afternoon," I said, shocked by my words.

I realized I was projecting my own desire on to the art, and hoped you would not realize this to my embarrassment.

You didn't say anything, then pulled me close to you again, putting your mouth to my ear, "Take off your panties. Now, girl. Hand them to me."

I was breathless and started to remove them before looking around me to see if anyone was coming. I caught myself and realized the power you had over me in that moment was so strong I forgot where I was. I looked around and no one was approaching, so I quickly lifted the skirt of my sundress and shimmied out of my panties. I took them in my hand and held them out to you. You walked up to me, as I held out my panties to you and said, "You present to your Master on your knees, girl."

I gave a quick look around and dropped to my knees, feeling the gravel digging in, and held out my hands with my head bowed to you. You walked up to my hand and took my panties and placed them in your pocket. I stayed on my knees waiting for permission to rise, as you said, "Up, girl. Let's continue our stroll."

By now I was intensely sexually charged and dripping wet. I felt my juices flowing down my inner thighs and I was hoping you didn't notice my walking a little funny to accommodate my swollen bits. But you did.

"What's the matter, girl? You're walking a little funny."

I started blushing uncontrollably and couldn't find the words to tell you.

"I have something to make you um.. feel better. Come here."

You led me to a little corner on the pathway and stood in front of me. You took the hem of my sundress and roughly pulled it up, exposing my cunt to any and all who walked by. Then your reached into you pocket and took out a length of rope of yellow and purple, 3/8" poly braid. Before I realized what you were doing, you began weaving the rope between my legs and around my hips fastening the rope in such a way it rubbed the sides of my cunt and clit with every movement. When you were pleased with your work you gave it a final tug to ensure its snugness and pulled down my dress. I had been gasping and breathing heavily while you worked on me on the verge of collapsing into orgasms at your fingertips.

"Feel better now?" You said, as if you had done a simple task to ease a minor discomfort.

I could barely eek out the words, "Yes, Sir.

"Good. Let's continue."

With every step the rope rubbed my clit and cunt lips and I could barely bring one foot in front of the other. I was now clinging to your arm for balance and support. You took pleasure in my struggling knowing with every movement I was swallowed by pleasure and pain. I was finding it very difficult to listen to your explanation of the art we were seeing as my desires were ignited and I wanted to indulge them.

Down the path we walked some more, rounding a bend we came to a more secluded piece of work, by Paul Muick, called the Two Figure Composition.

Something about the way the figure on the top was leaning back, as if to receive something, struck me deeply.

I turned to you and looked into your eyes, trying to find the proper way to ask. Tempering my wanton desire, I asked, "Please Sir, may i.. " and I looked toward the ground indicating how I wanted to kneel before you and take your stiff cock into my warm wet mouth. I wanted to feel the hard shaft of your cock in my mouth and down my throat as your rope burned my clit.

You stepped back from me and stood in the shadow of the art, unzipping your zipper. I dropped to my knees and leaned back as the figure did waiting to receive. I eagerly took your cock into my mouth, swirling the tip with my tongue, tasting you for the first time, savoring every sensation. Deeper and deeper your shaft explored my mouth and throat and my lips and tongue moved about in perfect rhythm.

I felt you swell as if about to cum and you pulled out of my mouth leaving it agape. You told me to lean back as the sculpture. As I did as you spewed your hot seed in my mouth and around my neck adorning me with a pearl necklace in the warm sunshine. I felt my own orgasm at the edge and you saw my face begin to contort in ecstasy. I looked at you with pleading eyes for permission to cum with you.

"Cum girl!!" You said, and the rope pushed and pulled again as my hips jerked and bucked.

I arched my back with my hands behind me as I covered your rope in my honey. As the orgasm ebbed, I licked my lips and savored your essence as you zipped up and held out your hand for me to rise. I thanked you for my new adornment and for the orgasm, and we finished our tour of the garden.

As the sun began to sink in the sky, we made our way back to the main section of the park to prepare to have dinner. We would be dining in the exquisite European style restaurant, and I began to realize how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten before I left, as nerves would not allow. Food was the furthest thing from my mind during our afternoon stroll. I went to the ladies room to freshen up and to change my shoes. You permitted me to wash off the remains of the day, and to remove the rope from my body, although I was quite sad to do so. I was not allowed to wear panties, however, for the remainder of our time together.

I washed, and freshened my makeup. I had gotten some color on my cheeks from the sunshine, although I wondered if i wasn't glowing from our time together thus far. I brushed my long dark hair and twisted in up with a clip to add a little sophistication to my look and put my sweater around my shoulders, and changed out of my skippy sneakers into my stilettos.

You smiled as I emerged from the bathroom, looking quite refreshed yourself. I knew you approved. I remember how wonderful it was to see that look of approval in your eyes, and how it brought me to such a peaceful place.

You kissed my cheek and I took your arm leading me to the restaurant along the pond. The evening weather was turning out to be as pleasant as the weather we enjoyed all afternoon. As we walked along the pathway, we could see the fish jump here and there. It was their dinner time too, a fact not so pleasant for the bugs flying so close to the water's surface.

My stomach growled and you chuckled as I blushed at my body's betrayal.

"I guess I'm hungry," I said, and you told me about what kind of food the restaurant served, and asked me what I thought I'd like to eat.

"Salmon. I love Salmon, it's my favorite over everything, except lobster, of course."

When we entered the restaurant, a few people were waiting to be seated ahead of us. It gave us time to look around and soak in the ambiance. It was warm and inviting and when the maitre'd approached us, you went up to him and said something into his ear which I could not hear. He brought us back to a remote corner and sat us away from the rest of the guests. I realized you had probably requested this and the host was eager to comply.

The wine steward came over and you ordered us a bottle of wine. We settled into our places soaking in the peace and beauty around us. When he returned with the wine and glasses, he presented the bottle to you for approval and poured you a taste. You nodded and he poured me a glass. He then filled yours. I went to lift the glass to my lips and I saw your eyebrow raise and stopped immediately. There was something about my drinking the wine you didn't seem to approve of.

"You know, pleasure is earned, girl," you said very seriously.

"Yes, Master, I understand."

"Then, what will you do to earn that drink of wine?"

I was not sure what I would do in the restaurant that would please you, so I looked down at my sundress and undid the first two buttons giving you a better view of my generous cleavage and lacy black bra.

You seemed to approve and motioned me the same way you had motioned the wine steward, and I took a sip. It was cool and delicious running down my throat. I immediately felt my arms and chest begin to tingle and a warmth move over me.

We ordered our dinner, and continued drinking and again my stomach began to growl, being somewhat tormented by the wine. When the waiter finally put our food in front of us, I did all I could not to dive into my dish. As if you could read the thoughts going through my head, you quickly reminded me, that pleasure is earned, and directed me to give you my eating utensil. I handed you my silver and searched your face for a clue as to what you wanted me to do. I looked down again at my sundress, realizing if I unbuttoned it anymore I would be just about naked. You shrugged at my realization as you too had realized the same.

You looked down at your plate and made an hmmm.. sound and began to eat, telling me how perfectly cooked your food was. My mouth watered. I took another sip of wine and looked around the restaurant assessing who was around. I then slipped under the table so quickly, you weren't sure I didn't disappear into thin air. Soon you realized where I was as you felt me nestled between your legs under the table. I rested my head on your lap. You took a piece of your steak between your fingers and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted the food, and you whispered, "such a good girl." This was exactly what you wanted me to do. You fed me some baby carrots and string beans from your fingers. I made sure to lick them clean with my tongue, which was beginning to arouse you. I felt the pressure in your groin intensify and I wanted to feel your cock in my mouth once again. You fed me some more and then looked down at me, patting me lightly and told me to return to my seat. I did so with ease and grace and surprisingly no one in the restaurant saw me do so.

As I sat back in my chair, you handed me my fork and told me I could eat after I did one thing for you. You told me to not leave my seat, but to spread my legs wide and take two fingers and place them deep in my cunt while I ate. I did as I was told, spreading my legs wide so my dress would lift, then took the two fingers of my right hand, and dipped them into my dripping wet, needy cunt. I picked up my fork with my left hand and began to eat.

You watched me struggle with my need to eat and my desire to cum. As you ate, you would tell me every so often to fuck myself harder. I complied. I was soon glistening with a light sheen of sweat. When the waiter would come to ask if everything was okay, you spoke for us both assuring him everything was fine. I did all I could to hold myself together.

After toying with me like this for a while you asked me if I wanted to cum. I breathlessly said... "yes, Master." ...you told I would in good time. When you knew I was on the verge, fingers soaked, you told me to remove them and to lick them clean for you. I pulled them out of my aching pussy, almost sighing in anguish, and raised them to my lips. I did as you instructed. When my fingers were clean of my creamy juice, you instructed me to finish my dinner and wine.

We opted to skip desert, eager to feel the cool evening air, and decided to walk a bit after dinner. We knew our time was coming to an end. It was a perfect day. A perfect evening, and it felt as if it had just begun. We walked around the restaurant to a little bridge, and sat on the steps talking some more.
Being so close to each other ignited the flame within me and you held me close and looked deep into my eyes. You asked me for your rope and I took it out of my handbag. It had been soaked with my cum from the afternoon, but had dried making the rope fibers crusted and stiff. You took it and smelled my scent as a sick grin crossed your face. You then took the rope and tied it across my face, forcing it in my mouth as a gag. I felt my body reacting intensely to your aggression. My cunt began to flow once more. You picked me up and roughly pulled my head back arching me hard as you popped the buttons of my sundress open and exposed my breasts. Pulling off my lacy bra you kneaded and squeezed my tits, twisting my nipples between your fingers, harder and harder until I squealed beneath my cum soaked gag.

Your hands ripped open my dress and it fell to the ground. I was naked before you. Your fingers finding my hot cunt diving deeper and deeper inside me, something you had wanted to do all afternoon. Your hands probing and exploring my holes. The holes that you were about to own with your cock, over and over again. You turned me around bending me over the railing of the bridge as your fingers sunk deeper and deeper into my cunt and into my ass. You felt my body completely open to you like the blooms that surrounded us and you plunged your cock deep into me as my muffled scream released into the night. Fucking me harder and harder against the railing deeper and deeper owning my cunt, then moving to my ass and giving it the attention it begged for. So tight and hot and receptive to all your pounding and fucking... deeper and deeper. As you were about to explode you take the rope at the base of my neck and pull it back hard so I am fully arched and you cum deep inside my ass, filling me with your hot cum. You continue unabated thrusting and thrusting, driving my orgasm over the edge. Riding me until the waves pass, and exhaustion sets in.

You pull your cock from my ass and remove my gag, demanding I clean you. I drop to my knees and obey my Master. Like the wanton whore that I am, I lick and clean off our fuck from your cock. You wrap your hands in my hair and tell me what a dirty little whore I am, how I am your dirty little whore.

As the intensity of the moment wanes, and the peace resumes, you lift me to my feet and help me dress. You know that as I drive home I will do so with my ass filled with your cum. You know I am yours. You walk me to my car, and kiss me goodbye, making sure I have the proper directions to get home, making sure my sundress is properly buttoned, thinking to yourself... ah, how I love...

Sundresses...

More from Vixen

2008-06-16T08:35:00.000-07:00

I promised you I would share some of Vixen's prose. It is very different from her beautiful poem.

LESSON FOR A BRAT

She had been standing by the window gazing out, in a daydream and He had sneaked up ever so quietly behind her.

"Ouch, fuck!" she grumbled angrily, her hair tangled in His fist.

An arm encasing her waist, hand in hair, turning her, forcing her down towards his knee.

"Quiet whore. You need this. Enough is enough", His voice using a tone she knew meant every word. She had been bratting beyond respectful. It was time.

He knew her angers and frustrations but they were misdirected and she needed a reminder of her place. Of the right way to approach these things but as usual her fire sometimes overpowered her, this was one part of her He always loved and knew it was powerful and used in the right way could take her to higher places, and make her soar with Him. It was also dangerous and He was the only one that could calm it, settle it, ground it because he knew what she needed. Him.

She was angry at herself. She knew not to get like this, she knew dammit! Why did she react like this? Her body shuddered. Her wild streak running loose as well as her mouth. She struggled to move but His hold was firm, there would be no getting out of this one. He had caught her off guard, she assuming He had forgotten her bad behavior the other day but she should have known better. Her bloody stubborn attitude and her shitty mouth. Hell why had she assumed He would forget. He never let anything pass. His devotion to her was as strong as hers to His. Times like this would bring her back to the realization when she got a little lost.

THWACK! THWACK!

Time paused as a sharp sting invaded her consciousness, pain coarsed through her mind, pushing out all thoughts. A whimper escaping her lips and the realization that she was about to be punished. TWHACK! The guilt of disappointing him washed over her. TWHACK! A glimmer of the first tear of many that were about to fall. All the rage, the anger, the frustration melting away into pain, disappearing, released. THWACK! Another to remind her of her place with Him. THWACK! Another, this time causing a yelp of pain and to remind her of her devotion to Him, them. The tears flowing freely, whimpers and crying, His hand lovingly rubbing her burning cheeks. His voice whispering into her ear, the heat from His breath causing her insides to burn for Him. THWACK!

"You will speak to me when you cannot process things for yourself. You will think before you speak. You will respect me and the rules you have in place because they are for your benefit. Do you understand my whore?"

"Yes Master, I understand", crying helplessly now, "I'm sorry", sobbing.

TWHACK! Moaning, she had disappeared into another faraway place. He could see that look in her eye, her body relaxing, surrendering to Him and in turn giving His dominance power. TWHACK! Her ass cheeks turning a fine shade of red, he smiled. Her ass always looked beautiful to Him and reminded Him how much she had given freely. She needed Him as much as He needed her. TWHACK!

He shifted His weight and she felt His arms pulling her up to Him, encasing her," There pet, feel better now?"

She quietly replied, "Yes Master, thank you"

Everything was gone, dealt with. No more. She felt grounded, peaceful, and so did He.

Things were as they should be.

Thank you Vixen for your visit and for your kind gifts.

Consumed

2008-06-14T08:26:00.000-07:00

We have a new visitor to the Okiya, Vixen - a quirky, pagan submissive. She has honoured us by sending us some of her writings.

First I will share this poem of hers with you:

CONSUMING

Predatory
Hungry eyes
Thirsty and wanting
His all consuming gaze
Seductive, lustful thoughts consume her
Awakening from deep within
Her captivating devotion
Two souls
Aroused
Lust

Soon I will post some of her prose - which is very different in style and tone.

power lunch

2008-06-04T04:21:00.000-07:00

The first thing she does every morning, the minute she wakes is to check her email for Master's instructions. She is, after all, his obedient whore.

This morning, Master's email informed her she was to wear her red lace thong panties and matching bra and garter, nude silk hose.

"You are to clear your schedule from 12 to 1pm today, and wait my instruction. Understand, slave?"

"Yes Master," she whispered knowing he couldn't hear her, but would expect to answer accordingly any way.

"You may have coffee, cunt, now don't be late and get going. Your Master loves you and desires you and knows you will always be pleasing."

"Oh, yes, Master," she whispered again, this time reaching down between her legs, clenching her aching cunt. Oh, how she longed to feel the power of her Masters hands on her body, plunging deep into her slickness.

She jumped up from her computer and went about getting ready for work. Her mind was swimming with possibilities. What did her Master have in store for her? She never knew. Sometimes it was a task he required her to do, and sometimes it was even a visit, he never told her so she would be on edge with anticipation all day. He was an amazingly powerful and wise Master and she she loved him with all that she was, eagerly giving him her mind, body heart and soul, and he kept and used her well.

She chose her outfit for the day carefully. Taking out the items she was instructed to wear, then choosing a pinned stripe skirt and jacket to wear over a red silk blouse. She thought her Master would like her choice today. She selected a pair of black low-cut pumps that made her legs look long and sexy. She carefully pinned her hair up and chose a smart looking pair of spectacles that framed her brown eyes beautifully.

She was always the first one at the office, often doing half a days work before anyone arrived, which is probably why she was the top earner for their branch. Her head was buzzing with thoughts that barely could hold her attention with the anticipation of what is to come. The morning hours seemed to drag on, and then she got her first text message at 10:30 am.

"Insert the plug"

She felt the flush of heat rip through her body. Her Master required she keep certain things with her at all time, and the small jeweled anal plug he presented her with the night he collared her was one of them. On the small steal bulb was his initials, and she was to only wear it when he commanded her to. She had other toys, other plugs, but this one was incredibly special and when she wore it she felt his total ownership of her.

Immediately she went to the washroom with her purse, took out her beautiful jewel and did what Master trained her to do. She pulled down her panties, lubed it with the moisture of her lips and tongue and gently inserted into her body that gratefully accepted it. She pulled up her panties and went back to work with her Master's gift deeply embedded in her bottom.

She could barely concentrate on her work as the lovely submissive feelings continued to wash over her again and again. She was filled with a blissful calm one could only achieve when truly owned.

At 11:30, she received another text message.

"Aldo's, 12pm..."

She could barely contain herself when she read the words! She was going to see him! He wanted to meet her at Aldo's for lunch! She suddenly had a thought flash through her mind. It was her assumption that he would be there, he never said he would, and there have been times in the past when he had instructed her to go to a place and he did not meet her. Her stomach started to churn with nervous anticipation. She so badly wanted to see her Master, wanted to taste his flesh and feel the warmth of his body.

Aldo's was about 20 minutes from her office, so she left soon after the text message. No one ever questioned her coming and going at the office since she so often was not only the first to arrive, but the last to leave. The traffic was light and she made it easily to the restaurant. She immediately looked for his car, but didn't see any cars in the lot. She thought for a moment she was at the wrong place, but she knew this restaurant, it was her Master's favorite.

She walked into the restaurant which was dark and was met by a waiter. He greeted her kindly and told her her party was waiting for her in a private room which he lead her. When he opened the door, she saw her Master immediately. He was standing there so handsome in his suit, his blue eyes were sparkling and his smile warm and inviting. He was happy to see his girl. She never got used to the impact he had on her in the first moment she saw him. He made her weak in the knees and her heart melt. She wanted to run to him and throw her arms around him, but knew he would never allow such a display. The waiter left them alone and she immediately went to him and knelt at his feet. "oh Master, " she whispered and he held out his hand to her which she nuzzled with great affection. He motioned her to rise to her feet, he grabbed her face and kissed her mouth. She drank in his deliciousness and caressed his tongue with hers, drawing him into her deeply. After they embraced a bit more, he stepped back from her to fully look at his slave and she knew it was to inspect her to see if she had properly obeyed him.

He took a seat in a large leather chair and instructed her to undress. She carefully removed her clothes showing him the sexy red underthings he had ordered her to wear. She knew she was to immediately remove her panties in his presence, especially when wearing the plug. She also knew that she was to leave on her garter and hose and heels. He was very pleased at how his slave followed his orders perfectly and how beautiful she looked wearing her jewel.

When she was done undressing she took her place on her knees at his feet and the waiter entered the room with a large tray.

"Lunch is served, my girl."

The waiter removed the silver tops to the trays and she gasped at what was beneath. Two of the largest lobsters she had ever seen and bowls of drawn butter for dredging. Each lobster must have weighed about four pounds and they were mostly served cracked in in the right places so the meat could be easily extracted. She noticed that there were no eating or serving utensils on the tray or on the table and realized lunch would be served only with her beautiful fingertips.

She picked up a white linen napkin and went over to her Master and waited for him to nod, permitting her to proceed. She placed the napkin across his lap and smiled thinking how lucky that napkin was at the moment and how she wished she were draped over her Master's strong powerful thighs. She went to the tray with the lobsters and picked up a claw and gently pulled the meat from the shell. She brought the morsel to the butter and lightly dipped it in coating it well and brought it to her Master's lips. He opened his mouth and she place the meat carefully in as he closed his lips around her fingers. Feeling his lips on her fingertips sent a wave of heat through her body and she felt her cunt clench and drip with want for him. He smiled at the blush that came across her face and breast knowing his girl was becoming intensely aroused, which made his cock strain against his pants. He wondered how much of this lobster would actually be eaten before throwing her on the table and tasting her.. his delicious little whore.

She went back to the tray, and pulled more of the lobster out of it's shell, dredging it again in butter, and holding her other hand underneath to catch any drips. He ate from her fingertips, enjoying the bold way she put her fingers in a little deeper each time and he teased her fingers with his tongue. She took another piece and dredged it in butter, and put it into his mouth, this time her fingers going in a little too deep, he felt her getting brazen. He grabbed her wrist hard, startling her and pulled her onto his lap. Her plug was still deep in her ass and he grinded against it with his knee causing her to screech a bit. He took her hand and forced her fingers into her mouth demanding she too have a taste... then with his other hand he reached down to her needy pussy and plunged his finger deep into her slick cunt. He smiled at her embarrassment at how aroused she was. He knew she was close to cumming and probably had been for a while. Delving deeper and deeper, waiting to hear that guttural moan she makes when trying to stave the impending orgasm, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips making her taste them, putting them deep into her throat. She sucked her Master's fingers clean as he had trained He took his slave positioned her on her back on the table pushing the tray to the side in one strong motion. He pulled her legs apart hard exposing her pulsing cunt. He reached over to the tray and pulled the tail meat from the lobster and plunged it into the butter. Then he held it over her cunt and let the hot butter drip on her clit, almost sending her over the edge. He placed the meat on her shaved cunt and bend his head down and began sucking her cunt and the meat at the same time, devouring both mercilessly. He took another piece and did the same. He knew she was about tocum, and drove his fingers deep into her demanding she cum for him, and she did, over and over again spasming on his fingers, releasing her honey for his pleasure. He took his cum-soaked fingers and made her clean them once again with her luscious warm tongue. He sat back in his chair and unzipped his pants. He needed to feel that warm tongue of hers on his cock. She immediately rose to action, went to the tray pulled some of the lobster, dipped it in butter, and bent down between his knees letting the butter drip down his beautiful cock. She followed the drips with her tongue and he pushed her head down driving his shaft down her throat. She sucked him long and hard and when she felt his cock swelling as it did before he came, she took the lobster meat that was in her hand and held it above his cock so his cum would spray all over it. As he came he covered the luscious meat with his cum, and then he fed it to her. She ate every bit. She wiped up the butter from her Master, and then from herself with another linen napkin. They sat together and ate the rest of the lobster, feeding the morsels to each other and enjoying each other's company. Their desire sated for the moment, but not for long. Her Master became aroused again, and wanted to take his whore once again. He rose from the table and picked her up and forcefully bent her over the table. Her cunt still slick with butter and cum made it easy for his cock to deeply impale her as he fucked her hard from behind. Driving into her deeper and harder pushing her plug into her with his palm, he filled his slave with Masterful ownership and she jerked her hips in orgasming pleasure. He pulled out of her, grabbing her hard by the nape of the neck and forced her to her knees, driving his cock down her throat as he filled her mouth with his hot cum.

He sat back in his chair, catching his breath as his whore sat at his feet licking her lips, savoring his seed.

the end....

* written by Dragonfly and inspired by the incredibly mind of another and posted in bondage.com as well...

session # 1

2008-05-26T06:15:00.000-07:00

By OrchidMask and Dragonfly.....

(thank you Sir for offering your talent and imagination, if you want to read some more of the very talented OrchidMask, his work can be found at Bondage.com)

When I heard the bell ring I instinctively looked at my watch, it was exactly 7pm. I was hoping you would be a few minutes late so I would have a chance to collect my thoughts and prepare. I had been running about 15 minutes late with my previous appointment. My heart leapt as I went to open the door. I remembered our conversation on the phone and how I felt stirred by the sound of your voice. There was something about your demeanor and your self assurance that put me on edge and excited me. I straightened out my black knit pencil skirt and white silk blouse and checked my hair in the mirror before opening the door. I wanted to look perfect for you, something I had never done before with other clients.

I opened the door, and there you were standing so tall and strong, your blue eyes meeting my brown eyes immediately as if you had been watching me through the door. You were dressed casually yet professionally, white starched shirt, and sports coat, slacks and loafers. I could see the muscles of your chest protruding through your shirt a bit which I thought quite sexy. You were very handsome and had a calm sense about you. You immediately put out your hand for me to shake and I was fearful that my hand might be trembling a bit as I placed it in yours and exchanged pleasantries.

I invited you in and offered you a seat in one of two winged back chairs. You kindly accepted and we began talking about things. I asked you questions about your work and your life, and you answered them and always followed with a question of your own you had for me. Soon I realized that you were now conducting this interview and I had no desire to reestablish my position, I let go and I felt calm and safe in your presence and highly charged.

As we talked, I felt my body reacting to you in strange ways. A heat started to spread across my flesh and in between my legs, and an energetic tension was building in my muscles. I found myself crossing and uncrossing my legs a great deal, and shifting in my seat. I tried to control my movement as I did not want to appear to be squirming, but there was something about you that was effecting my body. I found the tip of my pencil between my lips more than once in an attempt to relieve the pressure building within me.

Your blue eyes never faltered, and I had a hard time meeting and holding your gaze. I would pretend to write notes on my pad, but would just write incoherent words, I was trying to hold myself together as a battle inside me began to ensue. I didn't understand it, I am usually so controlled and in charge and couldn't figure out what it was about you that was completely overwhelming me. I found it hard to think.

As my initial interviewing period was winding down, and as I held on to the little composure I could muster, I asked you if you had any questions for me.

You did not hesitate as if you were anticipating this very moment.

"What if i started telling you what I was really thinking and that I knew what you were thinking and wanting from your squirming? What would you do?"

I stopped breathing for a moment and could barely get my mouth to move. Had I been that transparent? What was I conveying to you by my actions? Had my mind betrayed me? Before I could think about how to respond, I responded.

"I would probably rise from my chair and find a reason to walk around a bit, to release some of the sexual tension in my body."

I couldn't believe the words I had said. That is exactly what I was feeling, what was building so intensely in my body. Sexual tension. And before I could even admit this to myself, I was admitting it to you.

"Knowing I'd watch every movement? Every step, every little twitch."

Oh how your stare was intoxicating, and I realized that I felt alive when you watched me, that I loved the way you scrutinized my every movement. I was feeling myself unravel. My thoughts and feelings coming forth for you without inhibition. I didn't understand what was happening.

"I would start to flush hot and my body would yearn to open, like a bloom." I was no longer myself.

"And would you continue to toy with your pencil in your mouth?"

"I think the pencil would be long gone by now..... i don't think i could hold anything at this point..."

"Would you turn your back to me hoping i would approach you from behind?"

"I would for a moment or two, turn my back to you to catch my breath or to regain some sort of composure and....yes.. I would hope I would feel you come up to me from behind"

"And if i stayed seated, but instructed you to let down your hair would you?"

"Yes.. i would..."

"And if I instructed you to turn around to face me to unbutton your blouse?"

"Yes.... I would."

I was shocked by your questions and more shocked by my answers and I stood up and walked around the room. I felt your eyes watching my every movement, weighing my every action. I longed to feel your hands on my neck, and hips and body taking over, fully taking over.

You stayed seated.

"Let down your hair for me, now."

I felt myself freeze a moment, and my hands as if completely under your control went to my head and undid the clasp in my hair. My long brown tresses fell onto my shoulders.

"Turn around and face me."

I turned.

"Unbutton your blouse."

I felt the battle inside me waging, I knew I was crossing a line, but I complied. I had to. I was no longer the professional woman I was an hour ago. I was becoming your...girl.. your..toy... your... slave...

You rose from your chair and approached me, and I sucked in my breath. I saw you reach into your breast pocket and you took out a pair of scissors. I froze with fear, not sure of what you intended to do with them and in a swift movement that I could barely comprehend, you cut my bra, and my breasts were immediately exposed. I sighed and threw my head back arching my back to release some of the tension that was building in my breasts that were longing to be touched and felt.

You took my shirt and re-buttoned it so the silk fabric rubbed against my hard nipples. I moaned with wanton lust hoping you would touch them and taunt them, hoping to feel that sweet luxurious pain. But you do not like to rush things, and wanted that feeling to linger, you had other things in mind.

You told me to sit on my desk facing you, and I did, finding it hard to part my legs in my skirt. I wanted so much to open them wider and wished I had worn something more forgiving. You saw my legs straining against the fabric and took the scissors from your pocket and cut a six inch slit to allow me a little room, yet not too much, as the fabric continued to bind.. I still tried to force my legs open and we both heard the little tearing sounds of the fabric ripping. I so badly wanted to spread my knees for you.. to completely open up.

You reached up my thigh and pulled my right stocking down to my ankle. I bit my lip to help me focus when I felt your hand touch me. Your manicured nails scraped down my inner thigh leaving a slight abrasion and I whimpered a bit yet maintained my position, not daring to move. And as you tore off the rest of my skirt to its waistline, freeing my pressing legs, I was relieved. I was also a bit nervous about your seeing how incredibly wet and wanton I was.

You then dragged over both the armchairs in the office over to the desk and had me spread my legs placing one foot on each of them. My heels dug into the upholstery and I was fully exposed to you. I was twisting inside as you took in my scent, wanting so much to offer you all of me and feeling so exposed. I was fighting the urge to close my legs, yet I wanted more and more. I was hoping you found me pleasing and I realized that things were no longer under my control, that my own body and mind was betraying me.

You sensed this complete acquiescence and stood up taking your hands and placing them behind my neck and you pulled me toward your lips, kissing me softly. I looked into your eyes as our lips touched then closed them as I dissolved into you.

You told me to unbutton your shirt, and I obeyed. I had been wanting to for a while, and was waiting for the opportunity. I ran my hands over your chest and down to your stomach, feeling your heat in my hands and I wanted to press my naked flesh against you.

"Spread your legs wider, slut. "

I sat back and obeyed, and you pushed your fingers into my dripping wet cunt, and I was grateful you did. You pulled out your fingers and brought them to your lips to taste, then grabbed me by the back of my head and placed a hard deep kiss on my mouth so I could taste myself too. Then you ripped my blouse wide open and I heard the buttons ricocheting here and there.. I quickly envisioned myself on the floor later crawling around to find them, not to repair the blouse, but to keep as tokens of this moment. I know I will often keep them in my pocket or purse and finger them remembering the intensity of your kiss, of my tongue deep in your mouth, of your teeth holding my tongue still as a whimper escapes. I feel myself pull back a bit as your bite reminds me that I am not in charge, although my lust fights to take over. You release my tongue I whisper "please...please..." although I'm not sure what I'm begging for. You grab my hair firmly at the nape of my neck and pull back a few inches to look at my face completely and demand I open my eyes.

"What is it that you want, slut?"

My mind betrays and the words come out.

"To.. taste... you, Sir.. to taste your cock..."

I hear the words as if they've come from the lips of another, and I realize that any trace of the girl I was prior to this session is long gone. You smile at this realization as you see it spread over my face, and decide to grant my request, my plea. Your hand is still grasping my

hair at the nape of my neck and you do not release me as you position yourself on the chair my pumps are digging into. My body follows and I am on my knees between your legs, feeling your grip and smelling the musk of your scent. I want more.

You unzip your trousers slowly watching me bite and lick my lips in anticipation. You hold out your cock for me and instruct me to lick the tip, which I do lovingly as I taste the first drops of precum and look up into your eyes. Your own desire presses and you take my head and guide it over your shaft plunging deep into my warm wet mouth and into my throat. You guide me up and down, showing me the rhythm which you find most pleasurable and when you are sure I understand, you release my neck and hair and sit back as I suck and stroke your cock.

I love it's warmth and hardness and I feel my own juices begin to flow down my thighs. I spread my legs wider as I suck deeper and deeper. You let me indulge for a while and then you stop me by the nape of my neck and push yourself deep into my throat gagging me a bit and you smile at what a slut I am.You pull me off of you and stand up, forcing me to stand with you and you turn me around and bend me over the desk. You push up my skirt and see the soaking wet lacy panties. You take the scissors and cut them off so you can see my ass and glistening cunt and the flowing juices. You knock my foot with your own indicating you want me to spread wider

"Wider still cunt," and I obey.

Your hand is still gripping my hair forcing me to arch my back and expose my breasts. My hands are flat on the desk pushing myself up to ease your grasp. I feel your fingers stroking my cunt and I cry out. How badly I need them to plunge deep inside of me, stroking and teasing as the moisture increases.

"Is this what you want slut?"

"Oh.. yes.. yes.. Sir...."

You know that I am completely owned in this moment. That I am your slut and your whore. You let go of my hair and grasp my hips and impale me on your cock. I gasp and almost come with your first thrust. You ride me hard and put your hands on my ass, occasionally slapping it and admiring the redness that rushes to the surface.. Perhaps you are assessing it for further exploration, a territory you plan to conquer. Fucking and slapping, pulling me back by my hair, telling me in my ear how you knew I was such a slut, and wanted your cock deep inside my cunt all along... telling me how there is not a thought in my mind you do not see, that you do not own. You tell me that you want me to feel me come on your cock and demand I do so.

"NOW GIRL!"

And I come and come hard and you control my body as it spasms with pleasure, pounding me harder and harder with each stroke. You feel your own orgasm rising, and pull out of my cunt, turn me around and force me to my knees. I know what you want and open my wanton mouth and you plunge deep into my throat again. I can taste myself on your shaft and I feel you swell and know your are going to come, and you do. Hot spurts into my mouth and on my face. I smile as I revel in your essence...
You lift me from my knees, and hold me for a while, not saying anything. Just enjoying the peaceful calm after such an intensely sexual storm.

And then you book another appointment...

care

2008-05-20T19:57:00.000-07:00

Katashi had been out walking in the mountains all day. He needed to clear his mind. He had been shocked at his behaviour the night before when he had treated Angelle so badly. To think he could have beaten her whilst in that state. He shuddered to think of it. His anger was such that he knew that in taking it out on her he would have done that poor, beautiful, delicate, young woman real harm. What could he have been thinking of? But of course - that was it. He hadn't been thinking at all. His emotions had taken over. He had always prided himself at being in control. In control of his emotions as well as his actions. He was known for it. He was the Sensei. He could be relied upon to be wise and express the sensible, rational course. But last night his rage was such he needed to express it and almost took it out on his dear Angelle. She is such a lovely creature. To think he might have harmed her. He was still shocked at his own actions.

He knew he had been right to break his cane. At least he had come to his senses in time. He would not replace it until - if ever - he knew he had regained his stability and had the right to act again as the Sensei of the Okiya.

What must Dragonfly have thought?

They had been through so much. He knew her love would help her interpret and understand. Perhaps he should talk with her and try to explain his anger? But he could not understand it himself yet. He knew that explaining it to another was a way of making sense of it for himself. But ...

He had often said to others that it was a strength to ask for help. But when it came to himself he found it so hard to do.

So he walked through the garden and into the Okiya feeling a little more relaxed than when he had gone out that morning. He knew though he still had much to do to heal himself. It was beginning to grow dark already. As he approached the door to his chambers he could see a pile of clothes left outside. What was this? Was it some dirty washing? Had Angelle been sorting it then called away? But he didn't recognise the colours. They were not his dour colours. They were bright and vibrant like Dragonfly would wear.

He came to them and bent down to look closer then called out in shock. It was Dragonfly. She was lying crumpled and asleep at his door. He put his hand to her cheek. It burned. She had a fever. Had he caused this?

"Angelle! ANGELLE!!!!"

Where was that girl? Her noise was all about when he wanted peace and quiet but now he needed her she was nowhere to be seen.

"ANGELLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Katashi scooped Dragonfly into his arms forgetting his tiredness from his walking and carried her to his bed. He laid her down gently.

"ANG........"

She was there. At the door. Breathing hard, having run at his command.

His eyes pieced through the gloom in the room capturing Angelles gaze.

"Your Mistress is ill. Has nobody noticed this??? Quickly! Fetch me ice, cold water, hot water, water bottles, honey, lemon, my healing herbs, cushions, your Mistresses bedclothes, more covers. I want cloths and towels. I want these things NOW. Why are you still standing there? Get me help. Move girl run. Get everybody to help. NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Angelle ran.

Katashi turned his attention to Dragonfly. He would keep his attention now on her. Angelle was sensible and well trained. Beneath that casual exterior was a deep, caring and sensitive girl. She was sensible and intelligent with common sense. She would get things organised. Others would soon be helping.

Katashi stripped Dragonfly and lay her naked on his bed. Her flesh burned. He knew first he must cool her down. She was dangerously hot. Where was that girl? He turned to look and shout again but she was already there. She had a bowl of water full of ice. She had cloths and towels. Her sleeves were rolled up ready to help.

They set to wiping Dragonfly's body with cool cloths.

Angelle would pause occasionally and go to the door to collect things arriving there. She had set everything in to motion. Dragonfly was so well loved the whole household was rushing to follow Angelle's requests. She would allow none of them past Katashi's door but collected things from there and issued further instructions.

They managed to stir Dragonfly and get her to drink a little cool water. Then some more. They continued to wipe the sweat from her body with cool cloths. Katashi and Angelle worked together as a team with hardly a word passing their lips. The night before was forgotten. They were united in their love of Dragonfly and their concern for her health.

Dragonfly drank a little more. Katashi made her an infusion of herbs which a little at a time she managed to drink.

Soon she was cool and they dried her and covered her in a light cloth. Warmer covers were to hand for if she started to shiver.

Later in the evening these were needed and the hot water bottles as they continued to look over her and wipe her brow with cool cloths whilst keeping her body warm.

At last there was little more to do. It was late now.

"Thank you Angelle. You are a good girl. About last night, I ..."

"It is forgotten Sensei. I am here to serve."

He looked at her and smiled. There was such affection in his eyes. She had not seen him smile or seen such kindness in his eyes for some time.

"You may go now. Please arrange a rota so someone is sat outside this room for the rest of the night in case I should need assistance. They should check on me each hour to make sure I am awake. I will look over Dragonfly for the rest of the night."

"But, Sensei ..."

"Do as you are told, Angelle," he said gently. Then added with another small smile, "Please."

Angelle nodded and forced a smile back.

She sat outside the room on a hard chair for the rest of the night having organised a rota of people to come and wake her each hour in case she nodded off. She wanted to be there if her Sensei or her Mistress needed anything.

Katashi looked down at Dragonfly's face. She was calmer now. The worst of her fever seemed to have past. With no make-up and her hair tousled and wet, her eyes puffy and swollen, her nose red she looked ...

Well, she looked utterly beautiful.

He wanted to take her into his arms and just hold her close to him and pass to her some of the life still coursing through his own body. He wanted her to feel his power and to gain succour from the strength of his arms as she had so many times in the past. He was sure she would soon be well now. But he would watch over her tonight, all night, just in case. He was there to take care of her.

It was his duty.

It was his life.

*written by Katashi....

The Shirt

2008-05-18T19:25:00.000-07:00

She had a rough day at the office. Her boss was a complete asshole and she spent the day redoing things she thought were long done. At 6:30, she had had enough and left for the day.

When she pulled into the driveway, she didn't see his car, and was a bit relieved. She didn't feel like answering questions about her day and she just wanted to workout and take a hot shower. As she walked upstairs to their bedroom, she began undressing. Pulling off her blouse, loosening her skirt, stripping off her stockings, the tension diminishing as each item removed.

Soon she was just standing there in her white lacy panties, when she noticed his shirt casually draped over the chaise. It was just a typical white, starched shirt, one of dozens he owned, and she realized he must have been home already. Seeing his running gear missing, she quickly surmised he went for a run. Apparently, he had the same idea as she did.

She walked over to the chair and picked up his shirt to put it in the dry cleaning bin, a bit annoyed he could not do this simple task himself. Before throwing it in with the others, she held it up to her face. She could smell him. The lingering cologne and light musk of his body sent her spine tingling and she become aroused. She felt her nipples harden against the material and she held it closer and breathed him in. Her body reacted to his pheromones and she decided to skip her workout and ready herself for his return. She wanted him. And she wanted him now.

She pinned her hair up, leaving a few tendrils resting on her neck and shoulders and grabbed his shirt and put it on. She loved the way she looked in his shirt. There was something so sexy about a woman wearing only a man's white shirt and lacy panties. She slipped on her black stilettos and went downstairs to the kitchen, where she wanted him to find her.

He came into the kitchen still breathing heavily from his run. She was preparing a salad for dinner. His eyes widened as he took her image in. She looked amazing standing there in his white shirt and black heels. Her body was lean and supple and her curves could not be hidden by the large unstructured Oxford. If anything it accentuated her beauty.

He was pleasantly surprised, and quickly realized by her carefully orchestrated ensemble that she wanted to play. That she needed to be satisfied. He loved how her hair was pinned up off her shoulders and her neck was so inviting beneath his starchy collar. He felt himself become aroused.

She turned toward him and in a phony Polly-anna way said,

"So how was your run, dear?"

He knew what she needed. He walked up to her aggressively and pulled her close to him by the small of her back. He leaned toward her ear and whispered,

"Now you listen to me. I'm going to take a shower and when I am done, I want to come out of the bathroom and see you naked, kneeling in the middle of the bed waiting for me. I'm going to use you, my slut, and use you well."

She gasped and he felt her start to tremble. He could sense her intense arousal.

"Leave the shoes on." He told her as he released her and turned to go upstairs to shower.

She took a moment to catch her breath resting her hands on the counter in front of her as her heart pounded in her chest. Then she made her way upstairs.

She heard the shower still running and her mind was racing with anticipation as she did what he commanded her to. She took off his shirt, returning it to the chaise and positioned herself on her knees in the middle of the bed. She felt her pussy aching for his touch, the agony almost unbearable as his shower seemed to take longer than usual. She felt her juices running down her inner thigh a bit, and she reached down to assess her arousal. Her fingers gliding over her clit and into her drenched pussy almost making her come, then she heard the water in the shower turn off.

She didn't want him to know that she was touching herself and quickly withdrew her hand. He entered the bedroom, naked and still wet from his shower and stood in the doorway for a minute admiring his girl. He was pleased with the way she did exactly as she was told and he thought she looked quite beautiful. He walked up to the bed looking at her, appraising her flesh, and her body flushed hot red. He noticed her fingers slick with her juices and grabbed her hand and held it up.

"Couldn't wait for me, eh?"

She stammered a bit denying what she was being accused.

"You are such a wanton slut," he said as he smacked her hard on the ass. She jumped a bit and squealed. Before she could further protest, he grabbed her shoulders and kissed her hard and deep. His tongue plunging into her mouth, she was eager to receive him. As he consumed her, his hands grabbed at her breasts and he roughly squeezed and pinched her nipples. She moaned with pleasure as she arched her back towards him in a plea for more.

His cock was hard and throbbing and he took her by the nape of the neck and pulled her head down to it and she started sucking him as vigorously as she had been kissing him. He stood next to the bed as she steadily sucked, long and deep on her hands and knees. He reached behind her and put his hands on her ass and thrust himself deeper down her throat, slapping her firm round ass intermittently. The cock stuffed down her throat muffled any objection she may have voiced. He put both hands on her ass and held her still as his come spurted down into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed him, drinking in his essence. As his orgasm subsided, and his cock softened, she looked up at him with pleading eyes. He knew she wanted to be fucked.

"Get me hard again, girl, then I will fuck you."

She licked and sucked and did all the things she knew aroused him and she felt his cock grow in her mouth and her excitement mounted. When he was ready, he pulled her up and placed her on her back lifting her legs up to her shoulders so he could see her black stilettos. He pushed her legs open and plunged his cock deep inside her dripping wet cunt.

The first thrust was so intense she started to come, so he fucked her hard and fast driving the orgasm throughout her body. He knew how to hit her g-spot and never missed. He felt her body clenching and releasing and let her legs rest on his shoulders as her orgasm waned.

He wasn't done with her, not by a long shot, and soon began thrusting his cock in her deeply again. He would occasionally turn her over, placing her on her hands and knees and take her from behind until she could barely hold her position, and then he would put her on her back with her feet in the air. Fucking her long and deep and hard as she orgasmed again and again. Her body was covered in sweat and just when he thought she was completely spent, she said, "Take my ass."

He was surprised to hear this request as she has been reticent about any anal sex, but he was more than willing to oblige.

He turned her back onto her hands and knees and placed his fingers deep inside her cunt to gather lubrication, of which there was plenty. He gently touched her tight little asshole and worked his finger inside. He felt her body relax and open as he worked one finger, then two fingers in deeply. When he was sure her body would be ready to receive him, he drove his cock into her slowly. Her breathing became heavy and she started moaning. At first he thought she was in pain, but her gently statements of 'yes!' 'yes!' indicated otherwise. He grabbed her hips and pulled and pushed her on his cock driving her into the most intense orgasm of the night. Her tight ass felt amazing around him and soon he too was coming all over her beautiful ass.

They collapsed together from exhaustion, and he held her close. She kicked off her shoes, realizing she was much too spent to do anything but sleep. He was whispering his love and admiration for her in her ear and she was letting his words wrap around her heart. As her eyes were fluttering closed with sleep she saw that shirt draped on the chaise and smiled.

good nite....

A Master's Mood

2008-05-16T15:33:00.000-07:00

Dragonfly had become worried about Katashi. Something was wrong. He was often quiet and even moody. He would sometimes sit silently in the garden and it would generally be a mistake to disturb him. He didn't have a temper but somehow just the look in his eye could make faint souls quake. At other times he was friendly and sociable and all who knew him recognised his fairness and kindness underneath his sometimes harsh exterior.

However recently the cheerful and sociable side of Katashi was nowhere to be seen. He kept himself to himself. When he was seen about he was lost in his thoughts. His eyes seemed sunken. There was a grief there. Even Dragonfly could not get from him what was the matter. Whatever the cause of his distress he seemed determined to keep it to himself.

It got worse. When his footsteps were heard in the corridors people would turn the other way to avoid him in case their presence might displease him. His silence was like a bear roaring in pain. Dragonfly could take it no longer. She went to his rooms and insisted on speaking with him. This was not easy. There was only Dragonfly who could do it. She tried speaking kindly and softly, she tried cajoling him she even shouted and raged at him. Dragonfly tried everything. Even in this state Katashi could refuse Dragonfly nothing. So in the end to please her he asked her to send Angelle to him that evening. His voice was quivering though and Dragonfly thought she could see a tear in his eye as she tried to reason with him.

She did not know why he wanted Angelle but it seemed a step forward. He had not enjoyed company for some weeks and Dragonfly knew he'd had a soft spot for Angelle since she had come to the Okiya as a new student so long ago. Dragonfly sought out Angelle - she was not difficult to find as she always seemed to manage to make so much noise. Angelle greeted Dragonfly eagerly and they sat to talk. Dragonfly explained Katashi's request. Angelle's face fell. Katashi was quite fearsome in his present state. How was she to please him? Dragonfly had no idea but talked with her about possibilities and reassured her that she would find the right way and how important it was to support Katashi at this time. Once Dragonfly agreed to accompany her, Angelle said she would comply with Katashi's instructions.

They arrived at Katashi's chambers at eight o'clock precisely. They had spent some time preparing and were both visions, their contrasting looks each setting off the beauty of the other. Katashi called them in. The room was gloomy and Katashi sat in the corner glowering.

He stood and the two women walked to the centre of the room and bowed respectfully.

Katashi looked at them both with what looked like sadness and sighed.

"Undress her."

Dragonfly and Angelle looked at each other then Dragonfly rushed to help Angelle disrobe. Soon she was naked.

Katashi had gone and fetched some ropes which he placed on a side table. He looked at Angelle. She was standing proudly with no shame. She had learned not to be self-conscious of her own body but to have confidence in her beauty. She lowered her eyes respectfully as Katashi inspected her, his face immobile. Then a fierce twitch suddenly disturbed the stillness of his features. He looked as if in pain.

Without a word he took his ropes and started to restrain Angelle. It was a simple tie. Soon she was unmoving, stretched from the roof beam, her legs spread wide. Dragonfly knelt to one side watching, wondering, her heart pounding with imaginings of what might be to come.

Katashi fetched his cane from the wall.

He stood looking at the beauty of Angelle displayed open and vulnerable before him. He weighed the cane in his hand feeling it's balance. He bent it feeling it's suppleness. He swished it through the air delighting in its potential.

Angelle was well trained. She stood still supported by her restraints. She made no comment. She did not plead. She was there for her Sensei's use. He needed to use her. He had done so much for her. Now she was there for him even if it was to involve a cruel beating. She hoped her love and respect for him would help her cope with what she knew was likely to be the fiercest punishment she had ever received.

She clutched the rope in her hands and tensed waiting for what was to come.

"Breathe," whispered Dragonfly.

Angelle was holding her breath. In her fear and anticipation she had forgotten her training. She ungripped the rope trying to force her body to relax. She started breathing into her abdomen as she had been taught, breathing out so very slowly, counting and concentrating on her breathing, trying to calm her pounding heart.

Katashi stood to one side of her. He tapped Angelle's buttocks with the cane, getting his balance and taking aim.

Dragonfly could take no more of this. It was not right. He should not beat Angelle while in this state. He was angry and not in control of his emotions. He could do Angelle real harm. This was against all that he had ever taught her. He had always placed such emphasis on calmness and control. She must put a stop to it. It was as if he had to commit violence to assuage his own anger. Angelle should not have to endure this beating. Dragonfly would take her place if Katashi insisted on continuing. If anyone was to be beaten it should be her. She and Katashi had gone though so much. If it had to happen then it was her duty to be the one to suffer. She was older and could cope with it without creating emotional scars and the physical ones would mean nothing to her.

She began to stand and was about to call out to Katashi to desist when she stopped. She stood slowly and quietly as she looked at Katashi.

He was standing with his head bowed, his arms by his side, the cane hanging limply from his fingers. His body was wracked with silent sobs.

Dragonfly wanted to rush to him and take him in her arms but he looked up and into her eyes. His cheeks were drenched in tears falling from those piercing grey eyes. Instead she knelt before him and held out her arms to him.

For a minute there was a still tableau of Dragonfly kneeling and Angelle hanging naked, looking over her shoulder, both with their eyes on the crumpled figure of Katashi.

Distraught Katashi looked down at Dragonfly. He took the cane in both hands and broke it across his knee. He threw the broken remains violently against the wall.

"Cut her down," he whispered.

With that he turned and strode from the room.

(Posted by elle, written by Katashi)

swoon dictionary.com....

2008-05-12T18:45:00.000-07:00

ruling, governing, or controlling;
having or exerting authority
or influence
occupying or being
in a commanding
or elevated position.
predominant; main; major; chief
prevailing, principal
preeminent
most influential or important
rule over; govern; control.
tower above; overlook;
permeate rule; exercise control;

give over
yield to the power
subject to some kind of
treatment or influence.
present for the approval,
consideration, or decision
of another
or others
yield oneself to the power
of another
defer to another's judgment,
opinion, decision, etc.
the property of
and wholly subject
to another....

owning

2008-05-10T17:39:00.000-07:00

commanding i gather my hair
grabbing it at the nape of my neck
pushing me over back of the couch
arching my back hard,
displaying my breasts
ordering my legs spread
probing and stroking my wet cunt
making me squirm and moan with pleasure
pulling back on my hair hard
bringing my ear to your lips as
commanding me to beg for you
taking your belt and
looping it around my neck as a leash
gathering more moisture on your fingers
smearing it at the entrance of my tight ass
taking your cock and
placing it at the entrance of my ass
impaling me hard and fast
fucking my ass deeper and deeper
pulling the leash
reminding me who owns my neck my hair my cunt my mind my soul
riding my body
opening it up to all that you are

owning..... me

Complete

2008-05-05T15:06:00.000-07:00

I drive to the hotel and I feel the butterflies come alive in my tummy. I am wearing what you have ordered me to wear. Black thong and lacey bra, beneath a skirt and blouse, your favorite black low cut high heels. My hair is down and straight, but I have curled it just a bit. My make-up is dramatic and just the right amount to suggest I am the slut I truly am. I pull into the parking lot and I check myself in the mirror. Eyes, lips, hair, look good.. time to meet Master. We have talked about what would happen during this first time together a few times, yet I am still uncertain of what to expect. You haven't told me the room you are in, and have instructed me to go to the front desk and ask the clerk for Master's room. Just like that.. not to use your name, just Master. Perhaps it is the first little bit of humiliation you want your slave to feel. I do as I'm told. I walk into the lobby, across the marble floor to the front desk where the perfectly appointed personnel await their most honored guests.

"May I help you Miss?"

I can barely look the clerk in the eye and I feel the blush coming over my neck and chest. I hope he doesn't notice.

"Um.. May.. I.. Um... Have...Um.. the number.. for ... um... Master's room, please, sir?"

The clerk smiles as if he knows what is to occur, but the truth is he is often given strange requests by guests and this was hardly strange to him, although he was amused by my blush.

"Ah, yes, you must be angelle?"

He says looking at a slip of paper in his hand as if just placed there. I immediately wonder if you are close by, perhaps in the lobby watching your slave's subtle dance of humiliation. I slowly look around for you and then think it better to proceed whether or not you were there thinking you may be cross with me for finding you.

"Yes, I'm angelle."

"Well then, angelle, your um, host is waiting for you in room 2112. Just right through those doors, you will find an elevator and it's the second floor"

"Thank you, sir."

I turn and go to the elevator. I hit the number two, enter, and let the car take me to where you are. I get off the elevator and determine which way to go and walk toward the number 2112. I see the number on the oval brass plate and catch a glimpse of my own reflected eye. I gently knock on the door and it opens. I expect you to be standing there, but you have opened the door and walked away so that I would walk in on my own, while you watched from a chair across the room. I see you sitting there, and I feel my neck and flush crimson again.

"Come all the way in, angelle," You tell me as I seem to have stopped in my tracks for fear of what to do.

I take a few steps toward you, then a few steps more.

"All the way, slut. Until you are standing in front of me, clear?"

"Yes Master," I say and walk right up to where you are sitting.

"Good girl, " You say as I stand before you looking sheepishly down, too shy to look into your eyes.

You see that I'm nervous and you rise to hug me and pull me in close. You feel my body trembling and you warmly hug me until you feel my anxiety abate. You say sweet things to me about how nice I look or about how happy you are to see me, things that put me at ease and warm my heart. You feel my body relaxing into yours and you know you can proceed. You sit back down leaving me standing and you instruct me to undress down to my bra and panties and to leave my heels on. I am a little startled and the nerves return, but I do as I am told and I begin to unbutton my blouse and take it off. I then undo my skirt and let it fall to the ground in a puddle at my feet and step out of it. You motion for me to turn around so that you may inspect your slave and I slowly turn. You see my bottom, with the black thong and have me turn around again so you can look again. As I am standing there, I feel your hand gently touch my bottom and my skin is covered in goosebumps. You run your finger up and down the thong gently teasing my quivering flesh. You stand up and place you hand in the small of my back and push me forward telling me to grab my ankles. You run your hands all over my ass more vigorously telling me how you own this ass and all the things you intend to do to it. You gently slap it, telling me that you are going to spank me, and that you have wanted to spank me for some time and that it is going to be a long hard spanking and you are going to make me cum. You tell me that you are finally going to show me how owned I truly am... show me that I am truly your slave, and I quietly whimper, excited and a bit fearful.

You push the small of my back again guiding me to stand up and you undo my bra, freeing my tits. You grab them, still standing behind me and knead them roughly twisting my delicate nipples.

"Whose tits are these, cunt?"

"They are yours, Master."

You make me tell you over and over as you milk them thoroughly. They are your tits, Master, I am your fucking bitch, Master... until I am breathless. You then gather my hair and pull my head back hard and tell me that now is the time you are going to spank me and you lead me back to the chair by my hair and sit down guiding me over your lap, never loosening your grip. You position me, commanding I raise my ass and display myself as your grip on my hair forces my back to arch. I wiggle and move about trying to get into the position you want, not sure what it is supposed to be as I never had been over your lap. I feel your powerful legs underneath me and feel you legs holding me secure. You let go of my hair and I put my hands to the floor and you start to slap and spank. Sometimes softly and some harder blows, listening to my breathing and the sounds I make and after a particular intense round of spanking, you plunge your fingers deep into my cunt and see how dripping wet I am. You thrust them in deeply finding my g-spot and awaking it to your presence and as I begin to writhe, you pull your fingers out and begin spanking me again harder... and harder... and then driving your fingers in.... pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain, until I am begging and pleading with you to let me come... and you tell me to come for you as you land the hardest blows on my ass, and I do.. hard. So hard I can barely stay across your lap. After I come you place me on my knees at your feet and demand I profess to you and I do over and over again... and never again.

goodbye, Master.

angelle

Thank you...

2008-04-23T14:17:00.000-07:00

Thanks to everyone who participated in the survey...

The questions were:

#1 What do you consider yourself?
#2 How do you express this in your life?
#3 How do you manage your lifestyle with your vanilla world?
#4 What do you think has lead you to this lifestyle choice?
# 5 What would you ask other like-minded people about their D/s practices?

There were a lot of responses, and we want to post them all.

They will be posted on Sisters In Submission.

We will post the answers to one question a day and keep the list in the sidebar. If you share the same view, or not, or want to expound on something, the responses are anonymous and numbered, so you can reference one in the comment section. After all the questions are posted we will list all those who offered web sites and links.

Thank you all so very much. You have confirmed what we already knew about you. You are intelligent, amazing people whom we'd like to know better.

through the door....

2008-04-05T12:53:00.000-07:00

I walk through the door, rushing home from work. It was a long, crazy, stressful day and all I have been thinking about is getting home, to you. To serve Master and forget myself. To be your vessel of pleasure, your bitch, your whore completely. I'm wearing a straight black pencil skirt, high heeled ,low-cut, black pumps with thigh high stockings with seams up the back, and a white blouse. You know I am not wearing panties as you directed me not to before I left this morning. You wanted to remind me who owned my cunt and who decided how it will be dressed or not every day. You knew how my own nakedness would drive me wild all day long, and no matter how involved my day would become, I would know I was owned as my dripping cunt would not allow me to forget.

I didn't know you would be home waiting for me, and you could immediately see the day's stress and strain on my face. You know that I'm still in Boss-Lady mode, and that you would have to handle me immediately and properly to get my head in its rightful frame of mind. You quickly walk up to me and before I can speak, you grab my hair firmly at the nape of my neck and bend my head back to kiss my lips. You do not say a word to me and while you are kissing me, with your free hand you pull up my skirt and thrust your fingers deep into my wet and wanton cunt. You remove your fingers and bring them to my lips to taste as you smile and tell me how I am your whore.

I breathlessly whisper "yes Master" as I lick the honey from your fingertips.

I whimper with need as you push your fingers deep into my mouth assuring every drop is devoured and you plunge your fingers back inside of me roughly and deeply feeling my body cresting to orgasm. Your fingers fucking my cunt mercilessly and wildly, I can barely stand, and your holding my hair is the only thing keeping me upright.

Without warning you take your fingers from me and force me to my knees with the hand entwined in my hair as you command.... "down!" you push me all the way to the floor and I feel utterly submissive to your Dominance and can barely move. You demand that I stay as you walk over to a chair on the other side of the room My skirt is still pushed up around my waist and the buttons on my blouse have become undone revealing my lacy white bra. When you settle into your chair, you command me to crawl, and I crawl across the room to you, barely able to move my limbs as they are heavy with submission. I reach your feet and sit back on my knees spreading my thighs wide as you have trained me to do.

You look at this girl in front of you. Her lipstick smeared from your kiss, the look of intense desire and need on her face. You know she is completely and utterly aroused and on the brink. You know that all you have to do is demand she come, and she will be a quivering puddle on the floor before you. You feel the power growing and pushing up through your throbbing cock.

You unzip your trousers and command me to worship, and I bury my face in your groin seeking your cock with my warm wet mouth. I lick up and down your shaft and take you deep into my throat. You allow me to worship at my own pace for a while but your need to fuck my throat takes over and you grab my head with both hands entwined in my hair and pump my face and throat. Deeper and deeper you thrust and you command me to "rub my cunt, slave" and I reach down and begin to finger my clit and cunt. "Two hands, girl" and I immediately obey by thrusting the fingers of my other hand deep inside me with as much vigor as your are thrusting your cock into my throat. I can barely hold it together and I look at you with pleading eyes and you know I want to come.. and you tell me "No...Not yet"

I hold myself steady and rub my cunt and suck your cock and I feel it grow with excitement preparing to explode. You pull out your cock and spurt your seed all over my face and in my mouth and command me to come..."NOW girl.. come for Master NOW" and I do all over my hands. You make lick my own come from my fingers along with yours as you hold me firmly by the hair.

When I am spent, you back up and zip your trousers and say, "Now just as you are, go and get the leather strap. I'm going to punish you."

My stomach and cunt immediately clench as my mind races throught the weeks events to flush out what transgressions you are going to punish me for.

You see me thinking, and feel it is too late for rationalizing and command,"Now!" I startle from thought and quickly leave the room to retrieve the strap.

to be continued....

~by angelle~

Survey Says!

2008-03-30T14:36:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time... we were part of a research group that was interested in studying and understanding certain aspects of BDSM... We wanted to canvas opinions from people in the lifestyle, about what they are doing and what they are seeking, etc.

The project started strong but life got in the way and it was put on hold. Well, I'd like to at least continue this survey process for a bit, and share the results!

So if you are interested, please take the survey and BE HEARD!

Picture me...

2008-03-29T04:11:00.000-07:00

Picture me at your feet, kneeling with my panties around my knees which is where you commanded they stay after watching me finger fuck myself into two mind blowing orgasms. I'm looking up at you with eager eyes, waiting for your next command. To suck your cock. You know badly I want to take it into my warm wet mouth and how I have been aching to all night. You taunt me by holding it out for me, close to my face so I can see but you do not allow me to touch you. I lick my my lips in anticipation and continue to plead with Master with my eyes... Please...please... and as your cock is strains toward me, you nod and I eagerly open my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip tasting the precum that has been waiting. I move my tongue up and down your thick shaft and take you deep into my throat and you wind your hands in my long black hair holding my head steady as you drive your cock deeper. I gag and strain, but your firm grip keeps me exactly where you want me to be and I completely acquiesce. You continue your thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth as I savor Masters cock, worshipping you with all that I am. You hold my head as your rhythmically pump into my face, and as you feel you are about to come, you pull out exploding your precious seed over my face, my lips and my tits. My mouth is open to receive what you will gift me, and when you have given me all your seed, you command me to swallow and i do. I stay at your feet, with your cum on my face and I profess to you that I am your cunt, your whore, your property, that i am your slave...

a task..for him....

2008-03-27T15:43:00.000-07:00

I feel alive when you see me, I am fulfilled when I bring you pleasure. I attend to you first, assure your comfort, and ask you how you want to see your girl pleasure herself this evening, to which you respond.... "well"..... (A scenario I create in my mind to set the mood.) I had just gotten out of a shower that was more of an escape for the last 45 minutes or so. I love to stretch and bend in the tub as the hot water pounds my flesh, releasing all the tension it harbors. I shaved my body in the way that pleases you, clean and smooth and rubbed my skin with luxurious creams. I wrapped myself in a soft pink bathrobe, a gift some years ago and combed through my hair.

I opted for my favorite toy. The one that has always brought me (and others) so much pleasure... my hands...

I stood at the edge of my bed, picturing you sitting on the chair in the corner of the room and I dropped my robe, standing seductively for your viewing pleasure. I imagined your appraising my legs and bottom, noticing how defined my tummy has become with all the dancing. My long black hair still wet from the shower sprawling down my back. I feel your eyes admiring my breasts and my nipples harden as if they could feel your touch. My body began to flush red and I felt the rush of excitement between my legs. It was time to being.

I lie on the bed and position myself in the center, spreading my legs wide for you to see me completely. I imagined you issuing the command to begin. I gently stroked my clitoris awaking it to the pleasure. I felt is swell as I continue to circle it with my fingers. I was getting wetter and wetter, and started exploring my cunt more with my hand, inserting one finger, than another deep into the warm moistness. I remembered a time, not so long ago, when I wouldn't dare touch myself, let alone insert my own fingers inside of myself. I can't believe all those wasted years of not enjoying such a beautiful thing. I continue to circle my clit with my right hand, having gathered some of the silky moisture, and with my left hand I was pinching my left nipple. I thought of perhaps getting some clothespins, as the right nipple was feeling a bit neglected, but I did not want to stop. I pictured you sitting in the corner of the room as I arched my back in an attempt to pull you into the pleasurable energy. I felt myself rise to the brink, and as former training has taught me, I asked if I could come, to which you replied...NO... (Why do you always say no to the first request???) I took a deep breath and began again.

Faster and faster my hand worked my nipples and cunt and I felt the wetness drip down between my legs to my ass. My chest was heaving and my back arching and I was mindful to keep my legs spread and my knees bent for your viewing pleasure. My dripping fingers followed the sensation to my bottom and I began to stimulate my tight asshole. The sensational pressure spread and I felt the orgasm rising and rising... "Please Master, I beg you, May I come??" and again the reply was NO... Slowing down I felt my body betraying me. It took tremendous will power to stop the orgasm in its tracks, but I did, and let myself fall away, and began the ascent again. Clit, cunt, ass, nipples, all being worked and the third wave took no time at all to rise. "Please Master, May this girl come???" I said with a bit more desperation in my voice this time, prompting you to rise from your chair and crouch down beside me. I could feel your hot breath on the nape of my neck. "Come NOW!" I imagined you saying fiercely in my ear, knowing that my body would respond to this command, and it did. The wave hit hard, as my hips bucked in rhythm riding it out. My hands were covered in that lovely silky honey that I denied myself for much too long.

I let the sensations slowly drift from my naked body, until only sleep remain, and took a little nap.

Thank you, willow...

2008-03-22T08:38:00.000-07:00

such a very good girl...very good...

Easter egg-cunt...

2008-03-21T08:46:00.000-07:00

Sensei left a note for Dragonfly in her private boudoir.

Please join me for tea in my chamber at 8:00pm. Do not use the front entrance, come through the back. Wear you sapphire blue silk robe. I hope you still enjoy black chai. ~ S~

Dragonfly had never been directed to enter Sensei's chamber that way before and was a bit perplexed as to why he wanted her to enter as only the servants do. Suddenly she felt a rush of excitement realizing Sensei must be planning a deliciously salacious evening. As she does whenever she is to meet Sensei, Dragonfly bathed in rose-scented water and prepared herself for pleasure. She brushed her long black hair and did as instructed and dressed in her most beautiful sapphire silk robe, and nothing else.

At precisely 8 pm, she entered Sensei's chamber from the servants door in the back. As she stepped into the room lit aglow by white candles on pedestals a smile spread across her face. Now she understood why she was not to come in the front door, for in the beautifully carved ornate oak door frame, a lovely girl was securely tethered. The lovely slave willow was fastened securely, bound wrists above, by a sapphire blue jute. Dragonfly also now understood why he directed her to wear the robe, as well. The lovely willow's feet were bound apart and slightly pulled behind her so her round bottom jutted out just a bit to receive either pleasure or pain. Dragonfly admired the intricate diamond knots hat crossed her alabaster breasts. She also notice that willow was wearing fishnet stockings and the areas over her bottom and cunt were completely exposed. The contrast of these dark lines was quite alluring, punctuated by the stiletto Mary Jane's adorning her bound feet. Willow's bottom faced in toward the room, and she could not see who was in Sensei's chamber.

Dragonfly noticed something else as well. Next to the table that held the tea cups between the chaises, 2 items leaned in wait. A cane and a sapphire blue ostrich feather. Dragonfly gasped with delight as the whole scene sunk deep into her mind.

Sensei entered the chamber with a servant behind him carrying the black chai tea.

"You are always prompt, Dragonfly. Good girl."

"Thank you, Sensei"

Sensei heard willow begin to speak, realizing her relief at who would be tending her that evening.

"No not yet willow, just wait. You must say 'please' before every sentence and you will only speak when spoken to. I am going to chat with Dragonfly for a bit and you will be silent until you are spoken to. Now that we have some peace and quiet, Dragonfly," Sensei said as he poured the tea and dismissed the servant, " What do you plan to do for the holiday?"

Dragonfly walked over to the chaise and began fingering the cane. The beautiful white bottom jutting from the door frame was proving too difficult to resist. Dragonfly wanted to see it dance. Sensei calmly cleared his throat, awakening Dragonfly from her thought and she quickly answered.

"Well, its tradition to hide eggs. So I will be hiding some eggs for lucky ones to find!"

As the sentence left her lips, Dragonfly got a wickedly lovely idea, and gracefully strode to Katashi's trunk filled with toys of delight. She poised for a moment and looked over at him silently asking permission which he granted with a nod. He knew exactly what she was thinking. Dragonfly opened the trunk and pulled out a small vibrator that was shaped like an egg. She walked up to Katashi with her treasure in her palm and presented it to him.

"Shall we hide this egg, Katashi?"

"I think I know of the perfect spot! Let us ask willow, and she may only use one sentence only."

Dragonfly moved closer to the tethered, quivering girl. "willow, where would you like Dragonfly to place this beautiful little vibrating egg?"

will gasped, and then spoke, "Please, Mistress, place it where it would give you the most delight."

Katashi approved with a comment about willow's proper training.

"Well," Dragonfly continued, "there is one obvious place that is yearning to feel the comfort of the vibration as can be seen by the glistening porcelain skin between your beautiful nether lips."

Dragonfly walked over to Katashi and handed him the egg. willow is his slave, as Dragonfly thought it proper he place the egg deep into her wanton cunt.

Katashi walked up to willow and stroked her bottom instructing her to open her legs, which was more to prepare her for the insertion as her legs where already forcefully spread. He slowly inserted the egg, commanding willow again ask for the pleasure.

"Please Sir, pleas will you place the egg where pleases you most." She gave a slight moan as the vibrations touched her quivering cunt lips.

"I am placing it at the entrance to your centre. How does it look dear Dragonfly?"

"It looks like that poor little egg will be easily swallowed by such a wanton girls eager cunt!"

willow flushed crimson at Dragonfly's words.

"May I caress her, Sensei?" Dragonfly asked, and Katashi again nodded with approval. Dragonfly took the sapphire ostrich plume and caressed the lovely willow's milky white breasts held firmly by the matching rope. Her nipples immediately reacted and willow let out a sigh.

Katashi sensed willow's desire and commanded, "beg for me to place it in a little further."

willow responded immediately as if she were waiting to hear his prompt, "Please Sir, will you push the egg into me? Please?"

Her nipples were straining for the plumes caress. Katashi continued to demand willow beg for the eggs full entrance into her dripping wet and wanton cunt.

willow was close to coming, and Dragonfly reminded her she is to only come when commanded. The pleasure was too much for willow and she said, "but it feels so good!"

Katashi and Dragonfly stopped immediately.

"Oh, my, Sensei. Did willow just speak to us without being spoken to?"

"Yes," he was not pleased, "and she did not say please as instructed. Hand me the cane, Dragonfly. You will receive 5 strokes willow, for this."

"Perhaps you should add two more, Sensei, in addition, because she spoke and did not say please."

Sensei smiled at his Dragonfly, sensing her need to perhaps use the cane herself. He suspected her need to Domme was strong lately, which is why he orchestrated tonight's play.

Sensei grabbed the cane and began administering the strokes to willow demanding she count each one. After the fifth stroke, he handed the cane to Dragonfly and announced she would administer the last two.

Dragonfly flushed a bit red, realizing her desire to do so was most likely noticed by Katashi and she took her place next to willow in preparation.

She expertly wielded the cane causing two deep crimson welts to appear on willows bottom. She realized her strokes were far harder than those of Katashi's when she saw the differing hues her strokes made. She started to look down with shame at letting herself go in such a way and possibly hurting willow, who dared not vocalize anything other than the number of the stroke she was receiving. Katashi quickly called to Dragonfly, offering her praise in an attempt to stop her thoughts and refocus.

Katashi turned his attention to willow, "how does your bottom feel now, girl?"

willow sniffled, "Please Sir, it feels very stingy and warm."

When Dragonfly heard her voice, she realized willow was okay, and resumed her role, "Dearest Katashi, I am impressed by your girl's training. The egg did not move at all from her needy cunt. It stayed exactly where you placed it!"

"Good girl, willow! I really am surprised and pleased apart from all the sniffling."

"Perhaps we should reward her with the full insertion of the egg."

"I was thinking the same thing. Beg, willow."

willow took a breath, "Please Sir?"

"That is begging, dear?" Dragonfly asked her quaking subject, "Perhaps her nipples need attending for inspiration."

Sensei moved closer to willow and began tweaking and twisting her erect nipples. willow was on the verge of coming and almost did at his touch.

"Please Sir, I beg you to push the egg into me, please I beg you fuck your wanton slave, I beg release Master, PLEASE!!!!!"

Dragonfly was feeling herself surge with excitement, as if her own orgasm was building and building. She did something she had never done before, something that shocked herself. She walked up to willow, bending her lips to her ear and commanded, "Come NOW girl... NOW!!!!"

willow's orgasm exploded in waves as her lovely honey dripped down her thighs soaking her fishnet stockings.

She was breathless and whispering works of thanks and gratitude to her Mistress and Master.

Sensei released the girl from the door frame by cutting the ropes that bound her with a large steal knife. She fell in an exhausted heap to her knees.

"Now thank your Mistress properly," He demanded.

willow crawled to Dragonfly and bowed at her feet. She took her soft white hand and began caressing her leg a little higher with each stroke. Dragonfly looked down at her tear soaked cheeks. She was breathtakingly beautiful and Dragonfly resisted the urge to bend down and cradle her face in her hands and kiss away her tears. willow's attention to Dragonfly was arousing and Dragonfly allowed her robe to open exposing her breasts and revealing her erect nipples. willow began gently kissing Dragonfly's stomach and worked her way up to her nipples, gently savoring each one. Dragonfly started breathing heavy and threw her head back engulfed in pleasure. Quickly she realized what was about to occur and quickly stepped back and tied her robe close. She couldn't continue. She turned toward Katashi, bowed and left the room from the door in which she came.....

Sensei, Dragonfly and willow wish you all a very Happy Easter and we suggest hiding some salacious eggs of your own!!

Beau's response to Dragonfly's challenge

2008-03-19T09:43:00.000-07:00

Dragonfly had set me a challenge ...

what would I do with 2 pieces of red rope, each are 3 feet in length, and 10 clothespins, and the lovely willow awaiting in the garden.

I walked into the garden and found a lovely, naked girl waiting there.

She was kneeling, exposed, head bowed on the grass under a willow tree.

I smiled. Dragonfly had chosen well. The naked girl was beautiful. She was submissive. She was desirable. She exuded an exotic and erotic charge. Dragonfly knew my tastes well.

It was my own dear sub Willow.

I walked round to face her and look down at her kneeling so beautifully and submissively. Her eyes flicked upwards to meet mine and look of surprise and joy appeared there.

"We will have fun my love. Dragonfly has ensured it. But with me here today you are permitted to say only two things - 'Please' and 'Thank you'. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir!"

I slapped her left breast hard with my right hand. I was cross that I clearly hadn't trained her well enough.

Willow cried out with the pain and shock of the unexpected blow whilst she struggled not to say the wrong thing again.

"Thank you," she whimpered a little, hoping that was appropriate.

"Good girl."

I looked at a wooden bench beside us where two short coils of red rope were displayed with just ten rather fierce looking clothespins.

"Now what have we here?"

I studied them and thought for a minute.

"What do you think Willow?"

"Please?"

She was learning.

"Good girl. I think we shall start with the rope. Stand and put your hands behind your head."

Willow rushed to do as she was told whilst I collected one of the ropes.

I stood in front of her as she displayed herself so beautifully for me. I noticed her legs were apart without having to be told. She was learning. I stroked her cheek as I looked into her eyes then kissed her gently on the lips.

"Thank you."

"Shall we start?"

"Please."

"Good girl."

I tied the rope tightly around her waist.

"Thank you."

"Now the other rope."

"Please."

She was trying so hard to please me, to get it right. What a delightful sub I had.

I tied one end of the second rope to the first in the small of her back. Then I brought it between her buttocks and up between her pussy lips. As I separated the lips to bring the rope between I noticed she was wet.

"Such a slut."

"Thank you."

I stroked her briefly and she sighed.

"Please."

She begged.

"Please!!!"

As I continued a moment then stopped. She moaned but then remembered herself.

"Thank you."

"Good girl."

I measured the length of the rope to find the spot where it would just reach her clitoris when pulled tight between her pussy lips. I held it there between finger and thumb to mark the spot then tied a knot there. I tied another knot alongside. I pulled it tight again between her ass cheeks - thinking how another knot against her lovely ass hole would be a good idea for a future game - and found that her clitoris sat precisely between the two knots.

"Perfect!"

"Thank you."

I pulled it tight and tied it off on the waist rope at the front.

As she wriggled the knots either side of her clitoris rubbed against it in a delightful way.

I smiled at her.

"Thank you."

What a good girl. But we must move on. I slapped her buttock. Hard.

"Thank you."

I slapped it again. Harder.

"Please!!!!"

That's better. It was time to move on. She was wriggling a little from the slaps and the knots moved against her clitoris which made her want to move some more - she is such a slut - but wasn't sure if she was allowed. She saw me looking at her.

"Please?"

Such a slut.

"Stand still."

She did.

I picked up the first clothespin from the bench.

I held it in front of her to show it to her. The look on her face was a picture. I slowly opened and closed the jaws. Then I held it to her lips.

"Kiss."

She kissed the clothespin, a look of fearful anticipation in her eyes.

"Please."

"Good girl."

I started to stroke her body with it, tracing a path over her breasts and around her nipples, up and down her thighs to her cunt where the rope was now darkened with her wetness.

I looked into her eyes.

"Yes my dear?"

"Please."

I placed a hand over the knots and moved them against her, back and forward over her clitoris. It was not long before her eyes began to close and her legs shake. I stopped. I wanted her aroused but not to come just yet.

"Oh, please ..."

I slapped her buttock and she yelped.

"Thank you," she remembered.

I started to stroke again with the clothespin until I came to her left breast. I stroked round and round it spiralling inwards until I was circling around her nipple.

"Please!"

I took a pinch of flesh on the aureole just to the right of her nipple. I attached the pin to it.

She yelped with the pain and started to wriggle a bit.

"Yes?"

"Thank you," she whined.

I attached another to the other side of her nipple.

"Thank you." Again she whined and wriggled. The springs on these clothespins were delightfully strong. Dragonfly had provided well for her lovely sub friend.

Her wriggling though shook the pins and caused the knots to move against her clitoris. Her feelings were confused now with pleasure and pain, she was becoming unsure of her body's reactions. Quickly I attached two more clothespins in the same way to either side of her other nipple and received her thanks.

She was breathing hard now to control the pain and had a pleading look in her eyes.

I enjoyed playing with her breasts with my fingers. I stroked around them and lifted and let go the clothespins. I played with each nipple tip displayed between them and even licked them. Willow usually said that her nipples were not very sensitive. They seemed very sensitive today.

"Please?"

"You would like some more pins on?"

The look in her eyes betrayed the fact that the "please" was a plea for me to stop now, that she was in pain and was confused by the mingling of that with the pleasure between her legs and from my caressing and teasing. She struggled to decide which of the words she was allowed to say would carry her plea most effectively. Whatever she said she guessed it would be an interpretation to continue. She resigned herself to that.

"Thank you."

"Good girl."

I crouched in front of her and massaged her clitoris between the two knots again and watched as the wet darkness spread further along the rope's length as she moaned and sighed. Then I stopped and massaged her outer pussy lips which enclosed the rope pulled tightly between them.

"Shall we continue?"

She whined a little before resigning herself to saying, "Please."

I attached the first clothespin to her left outer pussy lip. The squealed and wriggled and tried to shake if off.

"Stay still. What do you say?"

She struggled to control her emotions and the fierce pain from the clothespin. It was a while before she got herself together enough to say, "Thank you."

"And the next?"

She whimpered.

"What do you say?"

"Please." It was almost a sob now.

I fitted the pin and was surprised at how long it took her to control the pain before saying, "Thank you."

She said "Please" and "Thank you" four more times after that as I fitted the rest of the clothespins to her. She now had three along each of her outer labia. They looked so beautiful placed there. But Willow was whimpering and trying desperately to control the pain as her body shook with it.

""What do you say?"

"Please!"

"But I have no more clothespins. Dragonfly has only provided ten."

"Please???" she pleaded looking at me with eyes filling with tears.

"Are you not going to thank your Master?"

She sobbed a moment then controlled herself and tried to stand proudly.

"Thank you."

She was so beautiful. Such a lovely sub.

I caressed her all over to try to help her cope with the burning pain coursing through her body. I kissed her and stroked her. Then I played a little with the pins, flicking them from side to side until she yelped and pleaded with her cries of "Please!!!!" Such a delightful sub.

I held her and kissed her and caressed her again.

Then I started to massage the knots around her clitoris again. I slid two fingers easily one either side of the rope and into her dripping cunt. I stroked her and finger fucked her causing the pins to rattle and the knots to rub against her clitoris as I did this harder and faster trying to interpret whether her cries were of pain or pleasure until she cried out loudly and shook all over, her cunt gripping my fingers as she came. But for my fingers inside her she might have fallen as she lost power in her legs. I held her close until her jerking stopped and she was able to regain some control of her body.

"Good girl."

"Thank you" she sighed. "Thank you."

I kissed her and stroked her then started to remove the clothespins one by one. She yelped at each as the blood coursed back into her flesh always remembering to say, "Thank you." Soon they were all removed and I massaged and stroked her breasts and vulva to help get the circulation going then kissed and caressed her to sooth her. Soon she was moving against the knots between her legs again. Such a slut.

"Yes my dear?"

"Please! Oh Please ... !"

Such a delicious slut.

I removed the rope and caressed her body where the rope had bitten tightly leaving a lovely rope mark around her waist. I stroked between her legs again and she moaned and whimpered. "Please ..."

I held her close to me and kissed her.

"You may put your hands down now."

"Thank you."

She wrapped her arms around me and held me close to her as our kissing became more passionate.

"Now what, I wonder?"

"Please!"

I stood back and smiled at her. She looked dishevelled but with eyes still full of lust and desire. I looked towards the Okiya. I saw a blind flip down. Someone had been watching us. I wondered who. Angelle perhaps?

"Come."

I took her by the hand and led her inside the Okiya to a bedroom. There I undressed and joined her on the bed where we held each other and kissed and ...

... did the things that lovers do.

"Thank you."

A Salacious Response from Lily Valentina...

2008-03-16T16:40:00.000-07:00

Dragonfly saw this comment in response to her challenge, and was so stirred, she felt it should be shared...

My lovely Beau, being as I am new here, I do not know why your absence was such. But I can imagine from Dragonfly’s response that you were sorely missed. Having caused such heartache, the only fitting thing to do is to offer yourself as a gift of thanks and goodwill, and the beautiful willow is indeed an enticing choice of ornament to add to her delight. With this in mind, and since you ask so very charmingly, I will indulge your little request because what I had in mind will surely gratify all who are involved …

… for if I had a willing man, 2 lengths of rich crimson rope and a clutch of clothespins and I happened to stumble across a stark charcoal willow on a misty day, I would tell my companion to sit, legs crossed, with his back to the foot of the gnarled tree. Taking his hands in mine I would wrap his arms around the trunk, as young willow trees are suitably slim, and bind his wrists with one length of the rope; the striking red against the monochrome of bark and skin could be almost poetic.

But oh misery – this isn’t going to work – I am missing one crucial element! Fortunately, Lily is never one to be ousted … she doesn’t mind sacrificing one of the long ties in her corset to use for this creation, which she weaves nimbly through the ends of each of the clothespins, lacing them together. As there is still quite a lot of ribbon left over, she selects a smooth but substantial rock from between the protruding roots of our ever silent willow and ties the very end of the ties around it before deftly throwing it over the lowest branch and walking back around to the other side of the tree, whilst the rock remains swaying in mid-air, tugging it’s weight at Lily’s hand. Facing back to her expectant companion, she places each of the clothespins close together to form neat line from the skin of his crotch all the way to his nipple, trying not to let the taut weight of the stone pull on her friend’s delicate skin ….. as she explains this to her friend, who watches her face attentively from his cushion of dew-sodden grass, Lily gently places the middle of the taut ribbon between his quivering lips and tells him to hold it with his teeth. As an afterthought, she advises that it is probably best if he doesn’t let go because if he should feel like doing so, she doesn’t think that her rock will be able to stay where it is, which would mean that all the clothespins would be pulled off in quick succession, and she wouldn’t want him to be in pain now, would she? He nods his agreement, wincing as he unwittingly tugs his skin on said clasps in the process and believing that what she says is indeed true.

At this, Lily sits herself down between his legs, her friend straining forward as much as he is able to watch curiously. She purposefully reaches for the final piece of red rope and loops the end around the base of his cock and his balls so she can begin to braids it up and around the hard length, until it is enclosed tightly in an elaborate Chinese trap. Thinking all is finished, her companion begins to rest back against the comforting willow but finds that he cannot, as Lily is not yet done, and with the final end of the twine she plaits a little leash for his cock, so he is all ready for Dragonfly to amuse herself with.

I can only hope she is pleasantly surprised …

Lily x

Oh, my Lily!! Dragonfly is most pleasantly surprised and incredibly flattered, Thank you...

The Challenge.

2008-03-14T04:07:00.000-07:00

As the morning sun beckoned those brave enough to face her to the kitchen for some hot tea, a note was stumbled up that someone had carefully wedged into the door.

It was a request from a very dear friend, asking to return to the Okiya.

Feeling a bit cheeky, Dragonfly responded with a challenge....

Nothing would delight me more dearest Beau. Your presence is geatly missed, however, your return depends only on you.. and what you would do with 2 pieces of red rope, each are 3 feet in length, and 10 clothespins, and the lovely willow awaiting in the garden.

with loving kisses abound and breathless anticipation,
Dragonfly...

A request to our readers for help with Angelle

2008-03-10T05:59:00.000-07:00

In the post below I shared the concerns that Dragonfly and I have for our dear Maiko Angelle. She is a very special creature, so full of life and vitality. She can submit beautifully but at times other parts of her personality take over.

Dragonfly and I feel we need to take action to ensure that this current behaviour does not get out of hand. But what to do? We have discussed it all weekend but have come to no firm conclusion.

We would be grateful to receive the views of our readers. I would like to invite you to the Okiya forum where friends of the Okiya can meet to discuss things in a kind, gentle and respectful fashion.

In particular there is a thread here on the forum where the disciplining of Angelle is being discussed. Please come and give us your views.

You will need to register first to comment but it is a simple task. If you have a problem then please email me and let me know.

A worrying note from Dragonfly

2008-03-07T08:27:00.000-08:00

I have just received this note from Dragonfly. It has given me some concern. I intend to spend the weekend pondering on the best course of action and discussing it with Dragonfly.

Dearest Sensei Katashi,

It is my most sincere wish that you are at peace in this moment. Unfortunately, peace has eluded your Dragonfly as she came home to a note from Angelle saying she would be out for the entire evening. Normally this wouldn't be upsetting, however finding the empty bottle of tequila in the lounge has caused concern. It seems our Angelle is off on a wild streak and finding her and bringing her home Dragonfly's main concern.

Dragonfly humbly begs your assistance when she returns with Angelle. Dragonfly understands that Sensei is quite busy with his current endeavors and training, and she greatly appreciates anything you would be willing to graciously offer.

Perhaps we should summon Takumi back to the Okiya, we seem to be missing his watchful eye.

What to do? Any suggestions?

With tremendous gratitude and respect,

Dragonfly

An Amazing find...

2008-03-01T23:43:00.000-08:00

swoon

2008-02-28T19:53:00.000-08:00

Thank you Atlantic Bondage for the glimpse...

Peter W. Czernich

Dragonfly has a confession.... she is obsessing over these boots!!!

There is just something about them.. *swoon*

She waits...

2008-02-26T13:57:00.000-08:00

She is sitting in the glow of the fire, letting the flames dance for her pleasure as their color bathes her skin. She thinks of the moment you walk through her door and she rises to greet you. The moment her lips will touch your face, how your skin will feel and taste and smell. Her spine reacts to the senses memories and she feels the moisture build between her legs.

She thinks of how you will so carefully wind your hand in her long black hair making sure not to leave any rogue strands and how when you have gathered her tresses how you will hold her firmly at the nape of her neck forcing her face up to yours, reminding her she is owned. She thinks of how your lips will take hers forcefully at first, crushing their lusciousness right before your tongue adores them. She is reminded of how her whole body melts into your kiss like an ice cube on a skillet, and holds her arms against the shiver this thought sends through her.

She yearns to feel your hand exploring her body beneath her silk rope, grabbing her soft, supple breasts, taunting her nipples. Her loins ache with desire and need of your thick fingers entering her wet cunt, claiming that which is yours.

She is intoxicated with lust as she dreams by the fire and her fingers simulate what she cannot wait for yours to do.

She thinks of how you let go her hair and grab her by the shoulders pulling her close into your body so she can feel your muscles and chest, your heart beating, and your cock engorging. She knows at that moment time will stand still, as she dissolves into your vessel. You take her to the sofa in front of the blazing fire, a metaphor of your desire and place her on her knees and enter her from behind. You know she is dripping for you and as you impale her, she quivers in ecstasy. Your ride her long and hard until her body glistens with sweat and your reach forward to grab her hair and pull her up to you driving your cock deeper into her soul. She cries out and you demand she come for you, and she does.

She thinks of how your rhythm continues bringing her to the brink again and she knows you are too. She can feel your body and knows when you are about to explode. You pull out of her and turn her around never letting go of her hair. She opens her mouth to receive you and you gift her your precious seed. She devours you and comes again.

The fire continues to roar, as she comes on her fingers, she continues to stroke as she hears the key in the door...

She's here for you,
wondering if you see her.
If you know
what is truly in her heart,
and her soul.
She yearns to be
at your feet
adoring all that you are.

She waits...

unravelled

2008-02-19T04:20:00.000-08:00

Quite an evocative photo in the previous post...

Dragonfly chose to post this for Angelle in light of the recent events of her life. She had fallen in love with a Master and thought her dreams had come true, but sometimes young hearts get caught up in the magical rush of love and logical reason is nowhere to be found. Basking in the adoration of her new Master, Angelle did not see his dark side lurking just beneath his benevolent stare and when she realized he was not the man she though he was, she left him with her tattered heart in her hands.

As Dragonfly returned from her early morning walk, she saw her beloved Angelle sitting at her doorstep, severed ropes in her hand....

"Does he even exist, Dragonfly?"

Dragonfly is uncertain sweet girl.

2008-02-16T10:52:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentine's Day

2008-02-14T14:42:00.001-08:00

Want some candy, little boy????

a dream..

2008-02-13T14:30:00.000-08:00

by angelle.......

I am naked, except for my heels and collar you have just put around my neck. I am on my knees in the corner, leaning back on my heels, thighs are spread wide apart, and my back is arched, a position you require me to maintain while fastening your collar to my neck. I stay in this position for a while as your dominance washes over me, and my mind melts into utter submission to you. You walk away and sit in a chair across the room. Your eyes never leave me as you watch my transformation deep into slave space. You are assessing your slave, noting the changes in my flesh..your flesh. feeling the changes in your own. I feel that pressure in my arms and chest that submission brings, the warm intoxication. When you are certain my mind is deep in slavery, you command...

"crawl, slave."

I know Master wants me to crawl to him as graceful and submissively as possible. I lower my body and raise my hips and slowly crawl to Master's feet. There is no other way for me to move when in Master's presence, crawling is my natural way. I know what you want to do before you even tell me. I can see it in your eyes, and I see your hand twitch a bit. It wants to feel flesh it wants to strike flesh, my flesh, your flesh. I stop in front of you and press my chest to the floor, raising my hips and arching my back in prostrating myself complete to Master waiting for your approval for you command...

"up slave"

I know to rise to my knees and as I do you spread your legs a bit, I realize you are getting in position to have me over your knee, and I instinctively move to your side, and gather my hair at the nape of my neck for your grip. My stomach starts to flutter in anticipation of being over your knee, and between your legs. My cunt starts to drip...

"over, NOW"

You say, as you grab my hair from my hand and guide me over your lap, pinning me between your legs. Pulling my hair so my back arches and my ass raises to where you like it. You tell me to spread my legs a bit more, exposing your cunt. You like maneuvering me and watching my body react to your commands and handling. You like watching how I settle in to the fact that you are going to spank me.. and spank me long and hard. You thought of getting the Velcro cuffs, but have decided that you would test my obedience and make me clasp my hands behind my back and hold them there on their own. You wanted to see how much I could take before releasing the required clasp.....

"hands behind your back, slave.. and don't dare move them"

"yes Master."

"I will not stop until your are a writhing whore, coming from Master's spanking...clear?"

"Yyyyes...Master."

I can barely get the words out.. I can barely comprehend what is about to happen to me..what you are about to do. I cannot move my body. I am completely under your control and immobile, yet I feel completely free, and you begin. You like seeing the first mark on the alabaster flesh, and the slap awakens my body, and my cunt drips some more... again and again, your hand comes down covering the flesh with a pink blush. I start to feel the intense mingling of pain and pleasure, you stop and drive your fingers deep into my cunt. You are pleased at the honey covering them.

You resume your spanking, like an artist creating a masterpiece on a blank canvas. Your blows increase and my moaning indicates that I am feeling each blow full force. You are waiting for the crack in my voice, indicating the start of tears, and you are not going to stop until it arrives. You see my hands struggling to release and protect my ass, but know that I wouldn't dare do such a thing. You see my hands struggling as a manifestation of the battle in my mind. Of your winning and conquering my thoughts. You spank harder and hear the sound and know the tears are flowing. You keep spanking, until you are sure I am fully crying and you drive your fingers back into my cunt. You feel how swollen it is and how engorged my clit has become and you know i am close.

"That's it, my whore... come for Master"

I cannot respond and you resume and you feel my body tense up and you pull my hair harder gaining full control as you spank harder and harder. I explode into orgasm as you spank me over the edge. Your body absorbing the quaking of mine. My orgasm subsides and I quiver. You stroke my ass and enjoy the heat you have created. I am quietly sobbing, feeling as if you have dominated every molecule in my body and soul, and in fact you have. You flip me over, and cradle me in your arms and I quietly sob into your chest as you rock back and forth. I am utterly at peace and enveloped in all that you are and I whisper...

"Thank you Master... "

Golden....

2008-02-02T18:05:00.000-08:00

You have just fucked me thoroughly.. my cunt, my face, my ass...

I am a well used whore.. I am your well used whore...

But you have something else in mind. You order me off my knees, as your cock was just down my throat, and you tell me to take off my shoes. I am surprised by this as you always require me to wear heals. You grab me by my hair and lead me to the bathroom. You see the look on my face and realize I have no idea what you are going to do. You bring me to the bathtub and order me to get in it, on my knees. I look up at you, looking for some reassurance, and you caress my hair and cheek and tell me how much you love your girl, how much you love your angelle. Your words fill my heart and soul with warmth and love and I feel the power of such begin to pulse in my cunt. You can tell when my arousal starts and you smile. You order me to rub your cunt for me, to make it come for you.

And I obey.. I always obey my Master...

Your watching me and holding my head by my hair heightens my arousal so much and I feel the orgasm starting to come to the surface. You take your hand away from my face and touch my chin for me to open my mouth. I assume your cock will be again entering my mouth, and I feel it. The incredibly warm stream him cheek and splash in my mouth. I am shocked a bit at first, and you tell me to keep rubbing your cunt. Your stream moves all over my face and I feel it splash on my tits and thighs. You move to my hair and drench it with your golden water. The smell and taste of your mark overwhelms me and my body spasms into the most intense orgasm, I rub my dripping wet cunt coming as you soak your slave... and I know.. I am owned....

and whisper..

"thank you Master."

a new pupilage starts ...

2008-01-24T10:57:00.000-08:00

It started with simplicity and no formal ceremony.

Odoriko arrived with just one small bag. She will need little whilst she is here.

She has written of her arrival:

At the Okiya’s gate Odoriko paused, breathing in the scent of flowers from the gardens. Her mind was clear, observing the nervousness that she was tempted to feel. She took a deep breath and entered, walking up the beautiful path to the front door, where she paused, for some reason unsure of whether to knock or not. Suddenly the door opened, and she blinked at Takumi, who bowed low with a cheeky grin on his face that she only just glimpsed before he hid it behind courtesy as he straightened. “Welcome,” he said, and gestured her inside.

The hall was cool and the air smelt of something fresh, slightly sweet, and ever-so-slightly spicy. They paused for a moment outside a small room lined with luxurious seats and cushions, which Odoriko presumed was a sort of waiting-room, before Takumi shook his head and continued leading her along the building. “I almost forgot. Sensei Katashi wanted me to bring you to his teaching room.” Odoriko looked with curious awe at the various doors, decorations on the walls, and rooms whose doors were open as they made their way through the Okiya. She had never seen anything like it. They came to a standstill, and Takumi knocked gently on the sliding door in front of them.

“Enter,” came the commanding voice. Odoriko swallowed involuntarily. Takumi flashed a grin at her, and she gave a small smile back, feeling a little strengthened by his friendliness. He squeezed her hand as he left her, whispering “Good luck.” Or at least that’s what Odoriko thought she heard. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, as her attention was suddenly drawn to the room she had just opened the door to, in more ways than one.

There stood Sensei Katashi, next to a dark wooden table. She entered the room, closed the door behind her, and bowed low to him. As the straightened they looked levelly at each other. Odoriko felt an aura of concealed power emanating from him as she looked at his face, feeling somehow that she knew it as well as if she’d been there a year. She though briefly of her own Sensei, recalling her initial impressions of him, and the two men overlapped in her mind, letting her see the initial differences and similarities. Sensei Katashi smiled, more with his eyes than his mouth, and she snapped out of her thoughts.

“Odoriko, I am so pleased you have arrived. Welcome to the Okiya.” Odoriko bowed again, keeping her eyes on him. She thought perhaps she should say something, but he continued. “I hope you know we are very glad to have you here, and I hope you will benefit from your time here, and learn the things you wish to learn. I expect you also know we expect a lot from you. I am about to ask of you my first request. Did you bring what I asked, Odoriko?”

Trying to keep alert and not be distracted by the unfamiliarity of her surroundings, Odoriko nodded with a smile, reached into her bag, found the small dark-green box, and held it out to Katashi. His chin raised a fraction. “Is that the most elegant way you could offer that, Odoriko?” She blinked, startled, and withdrew her hand slowly. She understood that her training had begun. Odoriko gently slipped her small pack off her shoulders to the floor, eyes lowered, did a swift mental check of her appearance, and knelt gracefully before Sensei Katashi’s waiting feet. He noted the beauty of her black sword sheaths extended behind her, dark beside the cool green of her kimono, as she extended her hands, and the box, above her bowed head. Swords were a new addition to the aesthetic of a kneeling woman for Katashi. He made a mental note to think of ways to involve her swords in her training in the future.

“Sensei Katashi,” Odoriko ventured, “this gift is a symbol of my desire to learn, please, obey, and serve.” Katashi nodded with satisfaction and gently took the box from her hands. They remained held in position, earning another nod of approval which she did not see, and he gave permission for her to sit up. Odoriko lowered her arms and sat up on her heels as Katashi lifted the lid, and placed it with its box on the table as he lifted the gift between his fingers. On the end of a dark green ribbon was a light piece of smooth, fragrant wood, a rounded rectangle that fitted perfectly into Katashi’s hand as he examined it. Painted delicately onto the wood were the Japanese characters spelling the word “samurai”. Katashi thought on this for a moment as Odoriko watched him patiently. He looked down at her. “This represents yourself? Giving yourself to me?” Odoriko shook her head. She hesitated a moment, not sure how she should address him. “Not exactly… sir. If I may explain…?” Katashi nodded, and she continued.

“The word samurai, sir, literally means ‘to serve.’ ” Odoriko wanted to say more but could not think of the words, and Katashi understood. He smiled openly. “Odoriko, I consider myself a lucky man indeed to have a samurai such as yourself in my service.” Odoriko relaxed – she hadn’t even realised she was holding her breath until she let it go. Katashi nodded again and turned away from her. “And now, Odoriko, I have a small gift for you in return…”

As I looked at her and held her gift in the palm of my hand I was reminded of when Angelle arrived. It seemed so recently yet she is already traveling further on her journey. I think these two would have got on so well together. There is a sense of mischief in both of them. Perhaps though two such young and mischievous creatures might be more than the Okiya could stand!

I drew myself from my thoughts and I gave her a small gift. It was a green plant. It will look good in her room I am sure. It is important for her to have something to look after, to care for, to be responsible for. It might give her a hint of the tasks of her Sensei.

At the end of the day I gave her a new task for next week. She is to find a beautiful flower. It may not have conventional beauty. As long as she sees that beauty. She will look at the petals. She will choose one of those petals. The one that appeals to her. She will search for the beauty in that petal. She will find a way of expressing that beauty to me.

She may choose her own way of expressing it. It could be through words, painting, photography, dance, or any other form of artistic expression. The choice is hers.

Something in me hopes she may choose photography. Because that is one of my loves. But I have not commanded it. However I am sure she will want to please her new Sensei.

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