..."She sat like that. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she put them straight on the table on either side of the keyboard. Her body burned with fire from the pain she felt between her legs. She closed her eyes breathing and felt her mind drift away from her.

All her awareness was Weiterlesen… drawn to that space between her knees that claimed fulfilment. She felt the space. The air that suddenly took up volume pressed against her clitoris. It was a strange feeling. The void that was experienced as if something was there and touched her. She lost the sense of time.

The sound of the message made her jump and open her eyes. "Now gently put your open palm between your legs. I want you to feel the touch and warmth of your hand enveloping your clitoris and lips." It was a very specific description. Very. "Don't move it, just lay it gently", he clarified. And she did so while leaning back. Relaxes the tension in her shoulders. She voluntarily lets go of an explanation. The gentle touch of the skin of her warm palm on her lips created a chain reaction she had not expected. The orgasm came as a complete surprise to her. Uncontrollable waves that caused all the hot juices stored inside her to squirt and wet her hand. She left her hand in place when another wave like this came, shaking her wildly and uncontrollably. All her thighs got wet. And the edges of her dress and she felt her juices running along her legs. She felt her buttocks slide on the wet chair. And for her dress that absorbed much of the fluid that flowed from it, all this information that her body was transmitting to her was too much. When another orgasm was released from her, causing her vaginal muscles to contract wildly, she saw and heard nothing. Her feet vibrated in that wet pond that spread across the floor at her feet."

(Imaginations Chapter 5)

someone asked me a question that caused my thoughts to drift.. since that how my brain works. I never hold the truths of this world. I just hold my own. my vision. my own angle that looks through my many experiences. its mine only. there is a diversity in this world. people are different one from Weiterlesen… the other, yet well all share things that make us very often similar in very surprising way. I never assume that I know things about others. I don't. even if I think in certain way or believe in something, it doesn't means that others do too. we live in a vivid world, reach reality that is beyond our grasp. I just love and respect it.

To be involved in BDSM requires knowledge and understanding of basic things to start with. it doesn't matter which side you chose for yourself, it's important to not be a "door rug" nor a "dush bag" if you want to be valued.

I know that some think that holding a whip or Weiterlesen… giving orders, make them Doms. well.. no. its not how it works. self control is first thing and after, gaining knowledge by learning. BDSM is not a short cut to get sex or attention.

unfortunately many learn bad habits and teach them to others and that's why our society look like that. what suppose to be a community, is not. there is no such thing as "The BDSM community". it is mainly group of people that in good case share some interests.

we are people, before anything else... and we need to learn to keep the delicate balance between thinking on our own wishes and needs, and respecting others.

BDSM is about people exploring their creativity and curiosity. it should be fun and enjoyable journey. if you suffer, something is not done right.

... "She was terrified. She was suddenly aware of a pulse that pounded her hard in addition to the powerful thrill that made her body react with uncontrollable wetness. She tightened her legs together, in Noel's attempt to resist. "Calm down. Breathe deeply.." To this she agreed and Weiterlesen… as she breathed deeply the resistance loosened in her.

"Good". A new line followed.. "Breathe and feel the heat spreading from where it is". Oh, she felt well. Again the pain returned. A need that twisted in the pits of her stomach like a hungry monster. "Sit in a wide spread legs position... 5 minutes and then I'll explain."

She felt her heart slow as she breathed. She wanted and didn't want at the same time. She struggled with herself . Only a short time ago she longed to feel more.

She focused on breathing and as she breathed she felt her resistance loosen. dissolves Contrary to all logic. She moved a little in her chair.. feeling the pressure in the depth of her femininity increasing. She wanted to stop.. she really wanted to and her mind screamed as the feeling grew. She wanted to stop the thoughts. She wanted to sit as he asked but her legs were shaking. With an effort she pushed the thought aside and spread her knees wide. It felt different. She wrote with trembling fingers "Okay"."

(Imaginations Chapter 5)

" "Am I talking to a representative?" She wrote and the answer came immediately. "I am AI. I'll be able to answer any question you have. But first, where did you see the ad?"
"I don't remember, but a barter was offered there." She wrote and felt that she was Weiterlesen… freed from the unpleasantness of her explicit answer, only to encounter the next question "What was the barter?" She blushed to herself but replied "I wrote an offer".
"And what did you expect to receive?" the AI asked.

She got up quickly and went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of cold water and when she drank it in an instant, she poured herself another glass and added ice.
She took it and returned to the computer as she sat down and pressed the glass that cold beads had accumulated on its sides to her burning face.

"Can I speak to a representative?" She wrote as despair began to slide into her. The answer appeared surprisingly quickly. "Sure. Just a moment."
And a second later "Please spread your legs widely" appeared, she almost fell off the chair in astonishment and her heart sped up. Then, "Please confirm" appeared followed by the security window asking for her confirmation that she is "not a robot" and to mark the cats in the picture.

She jumped in her chair. what was that?? The words flashed before her eyes..

She didn't do anything. She didn't respond and didn't spread her legs even though this seriously tickled her mind. It thrilled and startled her in equal measure."

(Imagination Chapter 4)

"She didn't really know what it felt like so she only moved her right hand from her place in the corner of the bed, keeping her other hand stretched diagonally far beyond her head and her legs spread to the limit.

Her tongue resisted this unnatural situation, sliding all her fingers into Weiterlesen… her mouth and asking to return to it place and block this invasion.

With her fingers, she felt the sloping of her tongue toward the swallowing chamber and the moist stiffness of the deep palate.

The thought cradling in her mind at that moment was, That maybe it's somehow tolerable when it's its own hand. But what would it feel like when this intrusion was of something foreign to itself? Will the man's fingers in her imagination feel different, when he doesn't have to adapt to her rhythm or abilities?

She first imagined him holding her gaze and patiently asking her to stick out her tongue again and again as his knuckles slid deeper and he felt her instincts. "Give me that hole" he muttered. Then he continued to the woman's ears whispering "Leave it out." He was in no hurry."

(Imagination Chapter 2)

"She sat upright in the wooden chair in front of the screen for a while, her knees spread wide, thinking. She wanted something exciting. Something startling to inspire her and she wanted to understand the psychological complexity of her obeying this man. And... There was this picture stuck in Weiterlesen… her mind. The image that stirred her mind and made her want to tell a story.

She reduced the size of the page she started writing about and went to several sites to search. She didn't know what she was really asking for herself. But it was something to do with helplessness and loss of control."

(Imaginations Chapter 3)

There are some things that are anchors for me. discovering them is having the keys.

It's fascinating to observe what is happening in the mind while the vision disabled.

I don't know what other think.. in my point of view and understanding, A Dom, A Master, is one that not only dominant. its someone that has the need in power exchange in a relationship. kinkster and BDSMER are two different things. both will have kinks and fetishes yet BDSMERS will have the need in Weiterlesen… power exchange in their relationship. control.

I am a BDSMER. dot.

sometimes ropes are not needed. just a request... "don't move" .. and what a thrill it is to the mental sub.

There are moments that I want to be swept so fast that I will forget my head behind... that will be nice for a change. hm.. sub space...

or maybe better baby steps.. ones that can cause me wish and beg.. for something which I don't know.

Sometimes I have the need to stay still. not jump and react to things around me. just stay still in my own quiet self. doing nothing is also doing. a different kind of doing.

Now my creative thought "whispering in my ear".. nice idea.. yet, what will happen if.......