Fervent Night

She texted: “be here tonight as soon as you can”.

I was taken aback because Maggie usually sets up a time like, “I’ll be finishing up with my last client for the day at 2. Can you make it?”

Normally I’d drop everything and rush over but I was at work trying to get the assignment I had before tomorrow’s deadline. I told her my situation.

“That’s cool, just come over tonight, k?”

“I’ll text you when I’m leaving”.


“Be there in 15 minutes,” I texted her when I left work.

Our interest in our usual late night trysts had been diminishing lately. For me, it was lots of work and impossible deadlines. Maggie said she had booked more clients than usual. Many wanted longer sessions.

Her door was unlocked. I entered. The place was dark except a few candles in the living room and some light from the slightly open bathroom door.

“Strip and put on your collar, ” she called out from the bathroom.

I did as she ordered.

She walked out of the bathroom dressed in stockings attached to a corset. She sat on the edge of the couch.

“Kneel,” she pointed to a spot in front of her lap. As I knelt, she attached a leash to one of the d-rings on my collar. She spread her legs and pulled me into her.

I licked my lips in eager anticipation.



She twisted the handle of the leash around her fist and tugged me closer.

“suck!”, she ordered.

I immediately began licking her outer lips.

“Closer,” she tugged me closer to her.


I kissed her as close as I could get, tasting her scented lips. When I retreated for air, she tugged me back. I was turned on like I used to be with her.

I hummed and vibrated her as my tongue explored.

She moaned louder and tugged me harder than ever.




The Femdom Marriage


We went to a “New Age” wedding yesterday. It was a Pagan-Wiccan hand-fasting between Marissa, a dominatrix, and Peter, one of her clients.

The couple was in the front of the room. Marissa was wearing a white corset, fishnet stockings, white thigh-high boots and a crop attached to one side of a white leather belt. Peter was naked and kneeling at her side, his hands shackled behind his back. Another male sub was kneeling next to Peter.

The minister entered from a side door. “Give me your hands,” he said. Marissa unhooked Peter’s hands and presented one of his hands and one of hers to the minister. The minister joined their hands. “And now the couple will recite their vows, beginning with Peter,” he said.

“I promise to cherish, honor and obey you, Mistress Marissa, ” Peter said, “to serve and worship you, to provide for your satisfaction and pleasure at all times, and to recognize you as the sole source of any pleasure you may allow me”.

“And Mistress Marissa,” the minister said, “Are you willing to accept Peter as your devoted slave, to serve, worship and obey you?”

“I am,” Marissa said. There were sighs from many attending the ceremony.

The man next to Peter presented a collar and leash to Marissa. She attached it to Peter’s neck. She tugged the leash and raised Peter’s gaze toward her and kissed him. She went behind Peter and whipped him three times with her crop.

“And now those of you attending,” the minister said, “may come forward and whip Peter to celebrate his slave marriage to Marissa.”

We lined up and Marissa handed us her crop we used to whip Peter’s back.


At the reception Maggs and I had a moment to be alone.

“Would you ever consider marrying me like Marissa and Peter?” I asked her.

“Let me have some time to think about that,” she replied.

“I appreciate that you are at least considering this,” I said.


“Listen Ken,” she turned toward me as we drove to her apartment, “if you stay with me you will have a lifestyle of bondage and discipline even more than you have now.”

“Yes,” I said, “I understand.”

“I don’t know that you do,” Maggie said, “you realize you will have little or no freedom, no identity, no life of your own.”

“I do,” I said.


“You will let me dominate you and you will submit to me,” she said.

“Yes”, I said.

“I will not go easy on you.” she continued, “I will be cruel to you at times. I will torture you more severely and you will suffer in many more ways. You will feel much more pain than you do now.  You’ll become my masochistic pet and bring out the sadist in me.”

“Yes,” I said feeling a bit choked. I thought she was already very sadistic. I felt tremendous fear and anticipation. What am I getting into? 

“You will join the bdsm community I am part of as my property and perform as I direct you.” she said.

“Yes,” I whispered. I have already been humiliated with her friends and now she wants to bring me into the bdsm community.

“Do you want time to think about what I said?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “I need time to process this.”

“Good,” she said, “let me know what you think when you’re ready.”


“Damn” I said, “I forgot my toothbrush”.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Maggs said, “I got a spare one in the cabinet.”

“Thanks, love,” I said. At times I feel like our relationship is so natural, as if we’re a couple. And then other times she’ll throw me out because she has an old friend coming over.

I store my stuff in one of the lockers she has in the hall. If I want anything else, I have to go to my place or buy it somewhere. Luckily she had an extra toothbrush tonight. So sweet!

After I prepared for the night, I knelt beside the bed before her. She placed her hand on my head and patted it. “I would be honored if you would let me stay next to you for the night,” I said.

“You are a good boy,” she said, “I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“I understand,” I said, “I want to be with you above all else and do whatever it takes to be yours.”

“Come into bed and lie next to me,” she said.

I did as she ordered. She placed her arm around me.

“You will be mine one day,” she said.

We drifted off to sleep in our embrace.








You’re #Leashed – Get Used to It

“I’m going to have a friend over”, Maggie pointed to the floor. “I want to put your collar on”. I knelt down before her. She slipped my collar around my neck.

She clipped a dog leash into one of the loops on the collar. “now go into the kitchen and make some treats.”

Her friend Lena came over and they sat on the couch.  “Bring our drinks and the treats you made “, Maggie ordered.

I brought the tray with the drinks and food to them. Maggie took the leash and forced me to kneel before her feet.

“Are you my slave?” she pulled my face up with the leash.

“Yes,”  I was ashamed to be collared and leashed before a stranger.

“What was that, slave?” she asked. Lena was smiling.

“Yes ma’am” I cleared my throat, “I am your slave”.

“Are you mine?” Maggie asked.

“yes, I’m proud to be yours,” I said a little louder. I felt flush from the humiliation of being collared and leashed before a stranger.

“Slave,” she said, “straighten up and be our serving table”.  The women watched as I lifted the heavy tray up toward them. They started on the snacks and the drinks.

My arms began to tire from holding the tray. I tried to suppress my pain but Maggie saw I was struggling.

“Slave,” she said to me, “take the food away and finish your chores in the kitchen.” I took the tray back to the kitchen and resumed cleaning up.

Eventually Lena left. Maggie ordered me to go to her bedroom and sit on her bed .


“How do you feel about the leash?” she asked.

“I feel like you own me.”

“And do you want that?”

“Yes, ” I said, “I want to belong to you.”

“Good,” she started scraping my chest with her nails.


“You passed the test.”

“What test?” I asked.

“I wanted to know if you would accept your collar and leash when we’re with strangers.”

“I hope I did what you you expected,” I replied in an apologetic way.

“You did fine,” she said, “I wanted Lena to see you as my slave.  She invited us to her party. You’ll go with your collar and leash.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Now I want you to know what your leash is for,” she said, “stand up and bend over the bed.” I could see her attaching her strap on.


“You’re my favorite slave,” she said.




How can she be a #domme if she subs?


I mentioned a few posts ago that Maggi & I have been switching lately. She came home one night after a session with one of her regular male subs and said:

“You remember when we talked about switching earlier today?”

“Yes,” I said as I removed her coat. She was in a tight PVC suit with a wide leather belt, thigh-high fishnets coming out of her high-heeled leather boots.

“I want you to do that tonight.”

It wasn’t long before I tied her wrists and ankles with the ropes she used on me. I placed a blindfold over her eyes. I placed my collar on her neck and attached a leash to one of the rings. I tugged her toward me and held her from behind. I scraped my nails over  her chest and pinched her nipples through the outfit.

“Take me,” she commanded. I was immediately stiff from her order. I wanted to take her right then but I decided to warm her up to it.

I bent her over the bed and held her leash in one hand and a paddle in the other. We began a lengthy spanking session. I got even more turned on when I heard her moans and whimpers from the smacks she was receiving.

I saw a wetness form at the bottom of her butt. I knew it was time. I unzipped her catsuit, pushed her panties and stockings down on her legs. I lubed her butt and my cock and slowly entered her from the back.


EndlessSoliloquy wrote:

It’s a wondrous feeling. Heady, even., being able to experience both of these amazing mindsets, to feel both predator and prey, sadist and masochist, top and bottom.. Yes, I tend slightly more toward the dominant side, but my submissive side has often come calling…

The real satisfaction lies in the hunt, in feeling my inner Domme respond to the submissive aura of someone I love.

And wrapped around that core is a bubbly, silly little submissive who loves nothing more than to hear that I’ve done well, whether it be in the bedroom or not…

Maggs  still  dominates  me…but I really love it when she orders me to take her!





Meet my friends…and serve us!

“Do you agree to obey me still?” she asked me.
“Yes,” I said.
“Then you agree to serve me?”
“Yes,” I said, “I like serving you.” I wanted to reassure her I was still into her and whatever the relationship would require.
“Well,” she looked toward me, “tonight I’m having friends over. I want you to serve them like  you serve me. What do you say?”
I didn’t answer at first. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say yes,” she laughed a little, “It’s Ella and Domme P. You have met Ella. you’ll like Pauline. C’mon, what do you say?”
“I don’t know what to do,” I said.  I was doing my best to seem agreeable. I didn’t understand what her command meant.
“Oh,” she said, “you have never done this sort of thing before, have you?”
“No,” I said calmly, “I’m new to this.”
“Tonight you’ll be our cook, butler and servant.”
“Yes,” I began to understand.
“You’ll be wearing that sexy jock I bought you.”
“OK,” I agreed, “is that all?”
“No,” she said, “there’s one more thing”. She retrieved  a leather strip from her toy bag.
“Kneel,” she pointed to the spot on the floor before her. “I’m placing a day collar on you for tonight.”
“OK,” I said.
“I want to show you off to my friends as my sex slave.”