Orgastic creature (Fragments of our meeting)

Photographs by David Samson; Bliss & Belonging

The smile, ecstasy and devotion on her face. Those expressions you also could read on my face when i was with my Owner last wednesday. In the train i already felt fluid, like wax in His hands. Craving pain and total surrender. Terribly excited, that intensified this craving. Amazed about the orgastic creature in which i seemed to be transformed. From the very beginning of this meeting i was already heavily under my Owners influence (subspace) so therefore this post consists of fragments. Little pieces moonstone that shines in my memory.

Naked, kneeling in the cellar i wait. Footsteps above my head. My heart that jumps as i hear descending footsteps on the stairs. Closed eyes, proud i-am-Yours posture. The collar that He buckles on warms my heart. A chain connected with the collar, which i have to put in motion. Therefore i move my body to and fro so that the cellar is filled with soft jingling. I feel a bit silly. Moving to and fro. His hands in my hair, pushing me, bending me face down.
A sharp pain scratching my back, not feeling as pain but giving me goose-bumps from pleasure. The contented voice of my Owner when counting. His fingertips on my skin.

"Ten beautiful red lines on your back mo."

His cock deep in my mouth, but quickly pulled back from my greedy mouth. Too greedy.

I've forgotten to ask T. what made those beautiful lines. It wasn't a knife 'cause there were more sharp points at the same time.

Tied up on the slavechair. The one that spread your legs. Blindfolded. T. is making a breastbondage. Tight. He pulls the rope, thin cord this time. Dizzy in the head. Does He notice my struggling? A bondage doesn't hurt, but i have this strange thing. It scares me sometimes. Breasts that change colors. So i don't have to see it. No idea why. But i am blindfolded, so why this sweating and dizzyness in the head? T. is nearby, talking to me. Concentrated, intently He is binding me. I focus on His hands, His scent, His voice. I don't want to become unwell, by which this will stop. I manage to banish my feelings of fear and relax. A victory. My breasts tightly bonded. Rope pulling them up and a bit forward because the rope is attached to a chain that hangs from the ceiling a bit further away. I'm sure this looks ingenious. Pegs on my breasts, nipples and labia. Because of the spreaded legs, T. can easily reach everything. Clamps pulling my labia parted. A beating upon my cunt. Flat handed. My cunt starts to glow. Orgastic creature comes just like that. His fingers deep in me, His hand. Again he leads me to an orgasm, and again. A toy in His hands. The laughter in His voice humiliating me makes me happy.

The sling in which i lie swings softly. This feels great. T. fucking me, beating me, fucking me, beating.... He smacks my cunt on which i can bear a lot. He smacks me hard. A swollen cunt thrilling me. Intoxication. He uses me. His fucktoy.

My head hanging backward, i have Him in my mouth. He pushes deep and i have to surpress a feeling to heave. It feels like floating in a sling. T. sitting upon me, taking care of my cunt with the cane and the whip. Than, for just a second, i don't know exactly how or what, He is sitting upon my face taking my breath away.

Streched out over the vaulting buck. Blow after blow. Alternating hard, soft, tickling. Which confuses me, making it more difficult to count the cane blows. The dull deep pain from the cane, the intensely fierce pain from the whip, the soft tickling from the horsehair flogger. But the tickling feels as fire upon my tormented, glowing bum. Blow after blow. How many exactly i can't remember. Red welts, glowing skin and a contented Owner. Today, a week later, i still feel the dull pain in my bum, a pity the welts were disappeared the next day. More i want, much more. Kneeling on the floor, against Him, pushing my face in His skin. He hold me tight, strokes my hair. I don't get more.

T. streched out upon a leather furnished table. I stand at the foot doing my utmost best to please Him. Giving Him what He desires. Stroking, tickling, softly squeezing his skin, meanwhile sucking. I suck Him in deep, than playfully release Him. I concentrate on his reactions. His slut that wanna please her Owner as if her life depends on it. The greatest reward i get on the end as i may drink Him en T. looks at me smiling.

"This was very sub-dignified mo."

Like music these words from Him. And i, insatiable submissive, once more longing for Him, craving his pain.

The lull before the storm

Hastily i walk to the railwaystation, my thoughts still filled with my work from this morning. I'm glad that my Owner already has bought my ticket so that we won't miss our train. I send Him a message that i'm already waiting on the platform. Seven minutes before the train will leave. Jumpy i look around me to find my Owners face between all those waiting people. Not even a glimpse. As the train arrives i become even more jumpy. Another message for my Owner; do i have to wait or do i have to get in the train? Perhaps He isn't here yet. Searching but i don't see Him as the people start to get in the train. How he does it, i don't know, but i (almost) never see Him walking towards me. He just suddenly stands next to me, a huge smile on His face. We welcome each other and get in the train.
I am so happy to meet my Owner again, it was too long ago. The train is moving and i am talking. Or else; i am jabbering away. As ever in the beginning of our meeting and i have to let go the daily stuff so i can enter our dark magical universum. Now and then T. asks some questions or He completes my story, but He let me jabbering away for awhile. Suddenly there is this man standing next to us, indicating a strip opaque plastic on top of the window. There is written --> Silence. Do we know that we're in the silence compartiment? Ehm, we didn't. In fact i'd never heard of the silence compartiment. Amusing sparkles in Masters eyes as He put his finger against his lips. Shhhhhhht. He knows how difficult this is for me. Sometimes He tells me that perhaps He'll place a peg on my tongue as i chatter too much. T. gives me a parcel of paper to read. Our mutually mails in which we evaluate our relationship after a year, where you can read how we have grown together. Where we described our dark fantasies to each other and how we can realize these fantasies. Exploring the possibilities to go further. Not one step, but a lot. Strange to read those intimate mails as a little book. I giggle, it's also strange to read these horny, imaginative words in a silence compartiment. People drowned in their thoughts. Where do they dream about? T. observes me while i read, i feel his eyes upon me. His hands on my legs, sensing, pinching. It's time to change over.

A quiet place in the back of the compartiment, first class. I'm settled down so plain reality has been pushed backwards. As i look T. in his eyes i can feel how much i belong to Him and i surrender myself to this intense feeling. He kisses me profoundly and butterflies are put in motion. I push my nose in his neck and inhale deeply. I wanna intoxicate myself with his scent. His soft cheek against my skin awakens the girl that constantly wants to give Him little kisses everywhere. But all too soon the craving slut in me push the girl aside. In the presence of my Owner i'm always in an aroused state. Sometimes i'm a little embarrassed by my slutty behavior. Meanwhile T. kissing me and his hands wandering under my skirt. Automatically i spread my legs. It's a pleasant surprise as T. finds out that i cut off the seat (crotch? please point me out, thank u) of my pantyhose. So He has free acces to my cunt. He wasn't expecting this because of the cold weather. For a moment He pushes his fingers deep inside me and denominate my horniness.
"Oh my such a terrible slut you are girl. Soaking wet."
I love it as He talks to me this way and at the same time i am ashamed of my wetness. He grabs something out his briefcase and places 4 pegs on my labia. One peg is placed on a very sensitive spot and i surpress a shriek. Than my Owner begins to finger me heavily, i bend repeatedly under his hands, afraid to make a sound. Suppose people further on in the compartiment will notice what is going on. In no time i orgasm heated and in silence. T. grabs my breasts and squeeze them hard, really hard. He places my hand on his crotch and i can feel thru his trousers how excited He is. He enjoys it to tap against the pegs, moving them, till they vibrate softly leading me to another orgasm. Not totally in silence this time i think. I whisper how aroused i am, that Hé is turning me into this craving slut. A slut whois giving herself shamelessly, even in public places. He awakened this insolence. Says she giggling and somewhat embarrassed, i wasn't this slutty ever before Master. I am was always a scaredy-cat concerning naughty games in public, but when T.'s with me it seems that i dare everything. I trust Him, He protects me.
"Yeah sure, never before?"
He grabs my cunt, squeezes firmly, pulls the pegs and again i come heavily. After this i have to tell Him loud and clear (oh how this makes me feel small) how many times i did orgasm in these 15 minutes. As we wait for the doors to get out the train He looks me in my eyes.
"Soaking wet."
I giggle, feeling very small, taking his hand. This is going to be an intense afternoon, i feel i can take a lot of pain and i know that He will give me that.
"A terrible slut mo, that's what you are."

Chains

During one of the meetings i had with my Owner, i had a very special experience with chains that amazed me a lot.
Bent over, i was recovering my breath from the cane- and whiplashes T. gave me. These were severe blows so i was floating in my warm little world. T. was very busy but i couldn't see through what was happening. He placed clamps on my nipples, connected with each other by a little chain and T. connected this one with a bigger chain that runs in between my thighs. How things were connected exactly i can't remember, pffff when you're floating you can't think clear hihi. But my Owners construction was so ingenious. Each movement caused pressure on my nipples and the chain between my legs pulled thight against my cunt. The touch of cold metal on my warm skin gave me goosebumps. Each movement echoed with some soft jingling. This sound and the cold sensation on my skin aroused me a lot. T. smacked sometimes my bottom and started to pull the chain. Ofcourse i felt this immediately on my nipples. Softly yammering i moved and the pressure on my nipples became more intense. MY Tormentor was enjoying Himself by taking the pressure away through holding the chain in His hands and than He dropped it. Because of this the chain was swinging heavily. Normally i would have yammer even more because of the intense pain on my nipples but not this time. I surprised my Owner and myself by enjoying it. A lot! Yes, my nipples were tormented but because of the swinging chain a tremor came into existance that vibrated in my cunt. When i'm very excited i crave pain on my nipples (while they're very sensitive and actually i can't take a lot on them) As my Owner implies lots of pain on them i become even more aroused. The construction T. made was very, very effective. In no time i came violently. Ofcourse this pleased my Owner a lot so He rehearsed His actions. And again i came violently. This went on for a while. T. had just to touch the chain lightly and...... Yes i know, this is much more than a slut. ;-)

A strange place for coming home

But in past time You thought such a cabine is revolting? i look at Him in an i-can't-believe-it way.
"This time it will be different mo, trust Me."

The naughty little girl feeling is still there as we enter the videotheque. Fortunately there are no other customers. The decent man behind the desk behaving in a impartial way. When T.'s deliberating with the man, i so called interested go through the DVD's. We have to choose one. Ofcourse i'm looking at the SM movies. The one more ridiculous than the other considering the covers. T. grabs one, takes my hand and we're walking to the back.

It's a little room. With a not real leather sofa, a low table with a large televison. It doesn't smell and actually it's clean. i imprint myself that the sofa gets desinfected every time. No, i don't have fear of stains. ;-) Such a strange situation. Here i am, with a Man i'm acquainted with for not so long, who i call recently my Owner, in a cabine of a sexvideotheque. A so called 'jerk off room'. And i'm feeling at ease, curious to what will happen next. T. places the DVD at the player. i start to laugh 'cause the Dominant and his victim in the movie are speaking a kind of Russian. But ofcourse, that's not the point in a room like this. A good story.
T. blindfolds me and commands me to undress. Clumsy, 'cause i can't see anything, i remove my clothes. i don't feel any embarrassment or insecurity. Naked, into the light, i'm standing in front of Him, knowing He's looking at me. i feel small, but full of trust. He turns me around, pushing me face forward, my hands on top of the television. Of which i can hear in this strange language the woman counting in the blows she's audibly clear receiving. Then i receive the first blow from T. This moves me very much, emotionally. This is the exact beginning of our D/s relationship. A warm feeling of love. i get another blow and more. The sounds of the DVD are forced back to the background. The hands of T. making my behind glow. Enlighted i push my buttocks in the direction of His hands, wanting more. And i get more, much more.

"How many blows did you receive mo?"

i don't have the answer, because i didn't count. Meaning my Owner starts again from the beginning. Aloud i count in. The astonishment i feel because of my serenity and dedication. In the past it often happened that i, first time playing, being blindfolded, in a strange place, fellt nauseous. Not now with T. Peace of mind, trust and excitement was what i fellt. So i surrender myself to Him completely.

On my hands and knees on the uncomfortable floor. The cane hitting my behind and i start to float. T.'s joy because of my deepred coloured buttocks. My knees are hurting, i wanna relief them from the pain so i crawl to the sofa to hang over it. More blows from the cane. From then i don't know exactly how or when.
F l o a t i n g..........
T. is sitting upon me, so i feel His weight on me. i suppose because He can hit me better and He has a good look on the colouring progress of my behind. T. loves to observe. His weight takes away my breath a bit but i love it to feel Him this way. The feeling to be nothing more than a fun toy that He wants to examine thoroughly. His weight on me is giving me a safe, protected feeling. Then He turns me around. He unbuckles His trousers. The sound of the belt He's tearing loose giving me shivers of desire.

"This is what you're craving for, isn't it slut of Mine? Feeling my belt on your soft skin?"

An approving sigh full of longing escapes my lips. Then i feel the slap of His belt on my already glowing skin. But what a joy! Silently i hope my "ouch! ouch!" cries are not holding Him back. It didn't. This dull aching gets through deeply. This delicious deep pain shuddered for days. Like some strange muscular pain. In fact i still feel it, but no longer that intense.

He's standing in front of me, i'm sitting on the sofa looking up. Though blindfolded i can feel His intense, observing glance on me. Making me modest and that feels so good. He's slapping His hard cock in my face, changing it at times by filling my hungry mouth. Deep in my throat. He pushes me back on the sofa. Therefore laying backwards, not worrying about my body anylonger ;-), my legs widely spread, i lay there totally opened for Him. Clamps on my nipples and on my cunt. Because of the clamps on my cunt my clit is pushed upwards. Softly T. is blowing over my clit and takes me in His mouth. An intense orgasm follows. Then i amaze myself even more. i've never done this before, couldn't say or ask it, but this time it happened. i'm begging T. to give me some more pain. He hits my breasts and my cunt hard. At some point i'm offering my cunt for more blows of His hand and the cane. Other (or more?) clamps on my labia. On it attached a chain and some weights. Weights i already saw on a photo; looking like beautiful little towers. Rather heavy. My Owner pulls on the chain, making the weights move. i can't remember it, but then i cried stop! T. removes the clamps. Again He fills my mouth with His masculinity. i tease Him a bit with my tongue. At last He pushes himself deep in my mouth, His hands in a firm grip grabbing my hair, still deeper in my throat, i suppress the urge to heave. Humiliating words at my direction, telling me what else He has in mind tormenting me, making me very, very aroused. i feel how He's holding my head vigorous as He growly ejaculates.

Glowing yearnings

DB; in the back of the cafe, close to each other. We are talking. Suddenly T. places a little cigar on the table, next to my cappucino.
"I like my cigars extra blended , I wanna smell you and taste you. I give you ten minutes mo, you can go to the toilet."
i look at Him, somewhat dazzled, as if i don't believe it.
"Ehm, do You mean the way Clinton liked his cigars, the Lewinsky style?"
He smiles at me. "I know you'll do it, mo."
We continue our conversation and i try to ignore the cigar. After about 8 minutes T. brings up that time is running out, i don't have much time left.
"And if i don't do it, what will happen then?" i look at Him in a provoking way.
"you'll see mo."
i already experienced the inventiveness of T. and also the fact that being around other people doesn't seem to restrain Him. As i see the look in His eyes, i don't wanna take the risk. Giggling i pick up the cigar and go to the toilet. And oh yes, do not soil the tip. Very carefully i push the cigar inside of me and let it rest for a while. If i pull it out i start to blush. The cigar is very wet. Ehm yes, so it seems i also am very. Carefully i use some paper to dab it dry. A bit shy i walk back to our table and place the cigar in front of T. He picks it up, smells it which makes me even more timid. With care He lights the cigar. After a short while He remarks that i did very well 'cause the cigar is burning shortly before it extinguish. T. enlightens a new one and also places one in front of me.
"For later, you don't have to go to the toilet, do it right here."
Time passes slowly, but too fast. Coffee, beer, wine and little cigars. Which i, somewhat ashamed, 'cause being afraid someone is noticing what i'm doing, blend with my feminine scent. The warmth of my leg against His.

Time for a walk. Unfortunately the Cathedral is already closed. But T. has another plan. He wants to take me somewhere. He asks me if i feel safe with Him. Which i confirm; i feel very good ánd safe. Full of confidence i lay my hand in His and we starting to walk. He stops in front of a sexvideotheque. Huh? Shivers. But i know i will follow Him.
"Wait outside here, mo."
T. enters the videotheque, i wait outside. Nervously. Then the door opens and He is nodding me inside. A man behind a desk examins me. i blushes but try to look back as confident and impartial as possible. The man is telling T. that the cabins they rent are too small for two people. Out of the open, away from strange eyes, T. wanted to feel and see me in all my fullness. Discipline my unharmed skin with His belt. Complete nakedness. We continue our walk. Another videotheque, the same procedure. T. goes inside, i wait outside. Somewhat awkward. Very soon He's back. The cabine seemed to be very dirty and smelly. Flat sperm. Giggling and reliefed i must confess, i ask him what He did expect. Apparently a clean cabin.
"So we have to be patient untill next time mo. For now we are going to a nice restaurant."


The nice thing about Greek restaurants is the fact that in between the tables are partitions , that gives some privacy. Besides you cannot see what's happening under the table. * Grins * It's a large restaurant. We're going at the back and gladly find out that there is another (small) room which you can enter by descending small stairs. There's nobody there, so lots of privacy. We take place in front of each other, but there's a beam between the table-legs so we can't feel each other. Soon T. is sitting next to me. Nearby. We order dinner. During the wine we continue the ritual with the cigar. T. is groping me. i am aroused, wet. He grabs my cunt firmly. Pulling my labia, squeezing hard. i let go and enjoy it. My head against his shoulder. Meanwhile dinner is served so we start to eat. Delicious salmon for me, (more) meat for T. ;-) Some new visitors (two gentlemen) entering the room and take place two tables further on. Two tables behind us an older couple are enjoying their dinner. We're eating, looking at each other, touching. The conversation is about clamps. Sometimes i can have very little on my nipples, but on my labia i can take a lot. T. takes his bag with interesting stuff. He takes two clamps and place them on my labia. i like those, hmmm yummie. i shouldn't have said that 'cause before i know it He places some clothes pins. These ones giving a viscious pain. His hand with a firm grip in my neck, the other hand fingers me. He is making me crazy, craving for more. i dare not make any sound because of the other guests. i have to take His finger in my mouth and suck it. Closed eyes and my desire blazes even more. The guests further on are finshed and leaving. The couple behind us doesn't seem to notice anything. T. is slapping my cunt with his flat hand. Torturing my labia. His firm grip still in my neck. Me whispering that i wanna taste Him. Never before i let myself go this way in a public space, but this time my desires are stronger than me. The sound of his belt He is loosen making me crave for a beating. He pushes my head down and bring out His cock. Greedy i start to lick and take Him in my warm mouth. Because of the couple behind us i don't dare moving my head, but i lick and suck softly. Suddenly the couple behind us are very silent. i raise myself, a well-behaved, proper girl. T. removes the clamps from my labia. It shrines in a nice way. Before we are going to the railway station to say goodbye we're drinking coffee.
Glowing desires shaking inside and have to wait. Until next time when we have a place for our own to Dominate and submit. Meanwhile i am dreaming of punished buttocks with His belt. i wanna crawl for Him. Lay down at His feet and experience who He is.......