Dominance And Submission
Dominance and Submission
I’ve written a lot about relationships that involve dominance and submission.
I’m fascinated by what drives people to submit or to dominate. I want to get inside their heads and understand their needs and how they satisfy them. I want to know how they navigate their way to satisfaction when the route requires vulnerability and risk
I know that there are predators out there who have an agenda that is more about getting off on violence than any real relationship with another person. I know that for some this is a naughty version of dress up, a sort of X-rated Halloween Party. I know that for others it is a way of life. Something they would not choose to live without.
The stories in this section are varied. Some of them are mostly about the sex. Some are more about the people. All of them are invitation for you to get into some one else’s skin.
Try one. You might like it. If you’re new to this, I suggest you start with Other Bonds Than Leather
Othe Bonds Than Leather: dom introduces potential sub to his world
“Would I have to call you ‘Master’?” Caroline says, doing an Igor impersonation as she twists the word, “because I don’t think I could do that without giggling.”
“Not if you don’t want to.”
“But I thought the whole point of this Dom/Sub thing was to make me do things I don’t want to do.”
“No. The point is to make you do things you deeply desire and don’t dare to do.”
Ask Alice : Dom offers to fulfill lesbian friend’s fantasy
Alice is small, round, pale and naked. Hot fingers of desire run their nails up from my belly to my breasts. This instant arousal shames me, not just because it is lust without a context but because the trigger for my arousal is not the soft heavy flesh in front of me but the ugly slave collar around the girl’s neck and the strange gag across her mouth.
Kirsten’s First Morning At The Sanctuary : Dom brings young sub to the Sanctuary for training
The shower room is tiled from floor to ceiling. At first sight it looks as if the shower curtain is missing, until the eye is drawn to the cuffs hanging from what is not, after all, a shower-rail. The girls raise Kirsten’s arms above her head and fasten them, wide apart, on the rail, then they spread her legs and tie them to rings set in the tiled floor.
I move forward and push my fingers through Kirsten’s hair. I keep her hair short and boyish, it’s easier to maintain and it provides a vivid contrast to her full figure. Kirsten tries to kiss my arm but I stop her with a look. When I hold up the blacked-out swimming goggles, she bows her head. With a practiced motion, I deprive her of her sight.
Toying With Lily : challenging sub is mastered
The jeans are a deliberate act of provocation. Lily, my allegedly submissive, “You can do anything to me. Anything at all. I’ll even call you, Daddy while you do it.” mistress, likes to test my limits by defying me. She wants to see what I will put up with and what I will do to keep her in her place. She likes to be kept in her place.
At the moment, her place is standing in front of my chair with her hands behind her back and her head held high, waiting for me to flog, pinch, spank and fuck her to orgasm. We both know that by now she should be naked. Instead, she has chosen to present herself wearing tight-fitting jeans and a sly smile.
The Pursuit Of Happiness: bringing happiness to bound and gagged Beth
They say that, when you press a conch to your ear, you can hear the sea. When I press my lips against Beth’s cunt, and the sea-salt taste of her floods my mouth, and her thighs press against my ears, I hear happiness.
This is a here-and-now, grab it, savor it, look for it again, kind of happiness that roars in my blood like laughter in a storm. I grin and push my tongue into her.
Thresholds: sub rushes to meet her master
Adam’s fingers explored her slit. “Your cunt knows you like pain.”
She was slick. Slick. Sick. Slick. Sick. The words pattered against her mind like rain. She liked pain? What kind of sick person liked pain?
“Pain is real, Elspeth. Pain leaves no room for doubt. Pain drags you screaming into pleasure.”
He had entered her then, pushing deep into her arse in the way she had grown to love. When he was all the way in Adam had released the clamps. Skewered on his cock, like a butterfly in a display case, Elspeth had spent the next fifteen minutes learning just how much she loved pain.
Have A Nice Day: early porn story of mine for those in need of finger fun without any deeper meaning
She leads you to the limo by the hand. You worry about getting in without flashing your dildo filled cunt at the world. People know you here. She solves the problem for you. Once the door is open she pushes you hard on the back of the head and you fall into the limo face first, ass in the air. As you scramble for balance you hear the sound of yourself coming. The video in the limo shows you being fucked by me and coming hard.
Filling Usha: D/s couple have fun with a new toy
Usha holds the head of the large white vibrator against her plump labia and waits until I give the signal. She knows I never fuck her until after I have seen her come at least once.
She is naked on the bed, facing me, legs spread, weight on her elbows. The vibrator is a gift from me. It looks startlingly pale against her coffee-coloured skin.
I have often watched Usha’s flesh sheen like satin with sex-sweat; I have tasted its most intimate folds and clung with my teeth to its highest peaks and I never tire of it.
Usha said once that I look at her the way a half-starved man looks at a Vegas-style “all you can eat” buffet, not sure he can eat it all but real determined to try.
Nead-Leash sub woman examines her need
“I’m sorry; Mr O’Neil is in a meeting. If you’d like to leave a message I can put you through to his voice mail.”
She sounds young and sexy and I wonder if you’ve screwed her and which hole you used and if she enjoyed it and if you came and if you hurt her the way you hurt me and if she wanted you to and why I care so much.
So she thinks I’m old and confused and to be smiled at patiently because you’ve used her holes more recently than you’ve used mine.
“Shall I connect you?”
Our last connection was in the stairwell of your glass and concrete phallus of a building and I let you rip my hose and force yourself into the first hole your cock found while one hand covered my mouth and the other mauled my breasts tearing a button from the silk blouse I’d worn because my nipples stretch the silk the way my desire for you stretches my morals until I let you use me from behind pushing me into the ugly metal stair-rail while I leaned out into the heartless concrete shaft of the stairwell so symbolic of you and you fucked me and fucked me and fucked me until your hot cum scalded my arsehole and tears stained my cheeks and something that might have been love but could just have been relief at feeling alive at last twisted in my guts.
Tiger, Tiger: Dom watches bound sub struggle
The moonlight through the blinds forms stripes of shadow across her pale flesh. She burns in the darkness, a sex candle, filling the room with her scent and the heat of her need.
If the gag were removed she would curse me. Even with the small rubber penis pressing her tongue flat she is cursing me with her eyes.
“Tiger, tiger burning bright.”
Blind Faith: blindfolded and used in public
Bending his head close to her ear he said, “Do you trust me, Faith?”
These were the words that had started it all. They had become a ritual with them for meetings like this.
Faith gave the same reply she had always given: “Completely.”
Thierry ran his hands down her arms to her wrists, enclosing her in his strength.
“Show me that you are mine. Put on the blindfold.”
Amy Goes to College: Novella in progress about a brattish slut caught up in college corruption
“I think,” I said, flipping Amy’s parody of a skirt up over her back, “that if we handle this privately…” I slid the flat of my hand over her right buttock. “We can put the whole matter behind us.”
My fingers hooked the top of Amy’s provocative black panties. “Do you agree, Ms. Farmer?”
I swear I could smell her cunt. The little bitch was angry but she was horny angry, my favourite kind.
“Yes. I agree. Sir.”
“Please, Amy. I’ll do anything,” she said.
Her cunt was soaked. She was starting to turn me on. I pushed her back down on the seat, making sure no one could see us. I lay down on her full length. My tits pushing up against her. Her thigh trying to dry hump me between my legs.
I held her hands above her head and said, “Do you want my pussy, Maria? Do you want your tongue up my cunt?” She pushed against me but couldn’t move.
“Yes” she breathed, “God yes”.
“Well you’ll have to earn it you little lesbian slut”
That started to sober her up. She didn’t like that so much.
“If you want my pussy” I said, “I want to see this shaved and smooth.” I put my hand on her cunt and pushed two fingers in while still holding her hands above her head “and I want this pierced.”
Going Public: brutal porn fantasy of public submission
I am so aroused I feel as though my cock could punch through steel. It seems to me that every day in the last six months has lead to this, the moment of Fiona’s public submission. Now it is here I am so flooded with adrenalin that time has expanded, my senses are tuned to high and my excitement has become an unnatural calm.
Fiona, delicate, butter-wouldn’t melt, wicked, lascivious, delightful Fiona, is kneeling in front of me. She is naked apart from her white stockings. Her pale skin is innocent of the sun’s caress. Her hair is white not blonde and is completely straight. Her nipples look like berries, obscenely ripe and ready to be plucked.
A Walk In The Park: D/s games in a public park
Suzie is walking to heel, but only she and Paul know that. Paul’s stride is longer than hers and Suzie doesn’t know where they are going, so she has to concentrate to keep up. The ben-wah balls in her cunt mimic her movements, stretching and probing, constantly stimulating. When she hurries, her short dress flows around her thighs in an eye catching way and there is a danger that someone will notice her lack of panties. She has not been given permission to speak, so they walk in silence. Paul stops. Suzie almost walks past him but she catches herself in time.
Bus Ride: D/s games on a bus
It is mid-afternoon on a sunny October day. Paul has told Suzie that they are going on a bus ride across town. Paul does not normally ride the bus. He will look out of place in his business suit and tie but Suzie knows that all eyes will be on her. The summer print dress that Paul has chosen for her to wear has narrow straps, a dropped waist and bias cut that flares when she walks. The weather is not quite warm enough for the outfit and her nipples show the cold. Apart from the dress, she is wearing a black silk choker with a D ring, and, on each wrist, a black leather cuff also with a D ring. It seems to Suzie that these items scream for the attention of every passing eye. They set her apart. They mark her as Paul’s. She is embarrassed, excited and proud at the same time.
The Cellar: brutal spanking of bound sub
My hand hurts from spanking you. On one cheek. Not red now. Starting to turn blue black. Fifteen minutes of punishment. Hard, large hand with all my weight behind it. Your face is covered in tears and snot. Your hands, each tied to the elbow of the other arm, open and close with spasms of pain. You whimper because you can no longer scream. You have made my cock hard against your naked belly.