He Takes Care of Me

BDSM. Dominant. Submissive. When you hear these terms, you probably think of 50 Shades…that’s if you’re not into the lifestyle. You’re probably imagining a man choking a girl and beating her until she has welts and is a shade of black and blue. You’re probably thinking of whips and chains and everything in between. You’re probably also thinking that a submissive is a pushover. You’re imagining this girl who lets people, especially men, walk all over her. Maybe, you think she’s rather weak and can’t fight her own battles. You see her as this damsel in distress who can’t do things for herself. You’re probably thinking that a Dominant is a slave driver. You may think of them as relentless in their torture of others. Maybe, he’s the figure of your nightmare. You see him as some sort of a monster or a beast. You think he’s sick in the […]

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I Am Yours

YOURS. According to Merriam-Webster, YOURS is a pronoun meaning, “that which belongs to you.” Using the word YOURS, ultimately shows that the subject belongs to the audience you are addressing. I AM YOURS. It’s a sentence I use more frequently these days. The audience is always my Dom. It’s telling him that ultimately I belong to him. I think the first time a sub tells their Dom, I AM YOURS, it’s like giving a gift. It’s giving the Dominant the gift of submission. You are yielding control to the Dominant. You are giving the Dominant your body, mind and soul. Well for some, it may just mean body or body and mind, but for me, I want to give my Dom my everything. I guess in a way, it’s like a vow. You are committing to that person. You are committing to the surrender. You are committing to serving and […]

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He Undressed Me

Vulnerability. It’s never been something that I excel at. Even before the rape and abuse, I was rather closed off. I’d only let a few people in and even then some of those people proved to hurt me over and over again. Some of them backstabbed me and I cut them from my life completely. I’m normally the kind of person who gives multiple chances despite what everyone else tells me to do. I forgive and forgive until I break and can’t take it anymore. Then you become a ghost who once haunted my past, but can no longer take from me. When it comes to this life in particular (meaning my sex life and my D/s relationship), it is a secret. This is why my name and identity are not tied to this blog or the place in which I met my Delicious Dom. I’m rather afraid of people […]

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I Love the Chase

I’ve got sass. I talk back. Well, that’s until you actually tame me. I’m pretty playful when it comes to men. I guess that explains why I score a 97% as a Brat on the BDSM test (bdsmtest.org). Joking around has been a part of me since I was young. Maybe it’s a defense mechanism. I also score a 79% as Primal (prey). Maybe I like being hunted down by the big bad wolf. Maybe I like being I being ravished. I fantasize about my Dom taking me and fucking me violently. I enjoy being degraded once I’ve been claimed. I scored a 99% as a Degradee. This doesn’t give every man permission to degrade me. However, it is arousing when my Dom and I are playing. It is also a turn on when he embarrasses me. I’m his sassy sub. I don’t think the sass will ever change. However, […]

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On Display

It’s Friday! I present to you the second edition of Fantasy Friday. It’s Friday night. Sir just got home from work. He’s had a long stressful week. That usually means he’ll be using me even more so. Sir throws me a slutty red dress and tells me to get ready. It’s silky, shiny, strapless, short, and form fitting. “No bra or panties tonight. Understand me, slut?” “Yes Sir, I understand. No bra and no panties.” “One more thing! Don’t go overboard on the makeup! Keep it simple, cute, innocent, and sweet, but make sure you wear red lipstick.” “Yes Sir.” Sir leaves me to get ready. He comes back and looks me up and down then shoves Ben Wa Balls into my cunt. He puts a collar and leash on me and leads me to his car. An hour later, we end up at the Palms. Sir walks me inside […]

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When It Becomes Ordinary

About a year ago, I downloaded an app called Chapters. There are a bunch of interactive stories (it costs money to play). There’s a section of the app called Taptales. These are stories written by other app users. One of my favorite Taptales authors is Zavi James. She has several stories, but my favorite is Of Gods and Monsters. Apparently, Zavi is some sort of brilliant scientist or something and she writes stories on the side. In Of Gods and Monsters, there is a girl named Quentin, who is actually a young scientist. She is highly successful. The lab she works for is studying the gods. She was assigned to Grayson who is the god of chaos and destruction. Quentin was a logical person and did not believe in the gods. Grayson wanted no part of the study, but his brother/King, Hunter forced him to participate. Grayson decided to try […]

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I Like It Rough

When I had lost my virginity, the guy was very gentle with me. He took control, but he made sure he didn’t hurt me. It was like this each time we had sex. It was something I appreciated at first because the first time really hurt. Either he would remove my clothing or tell me to strip. He would tell me where he wanted me…on my back or sucking his dick. I thought I liked this because I really didn’t know what I was doing, but I still like being told what to do sexually. Turns out, I wasn’t just inexperienced, I was also submissive. The next guy I slept with was a bit rougher with me. He spanked me and choked me. He told me that he was making me his bitch. He pounded roughly into my cunt. It wasn’t about my needs. He took what he wanted then […]

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I Crave You

On most mornings, I wake up with sticky thighs and damp sheets. I’ll reach down and touch my slit to find that I’m soaking down there. I tell my Dom when this happens and he says, “Must’ve been some wet dream.” My Dom is a million miles away so when we play, there’s no physical touch between us. Instead, it’s more of a fantasy he paints or he’ll tell me how to touch myself. At night, I dream about the things he would do to me, if we were face to face. How he would use me. How he would touch me. How he would look at me. It’s all very erotic. I always give him complete control. It’s the only time I orgasm having sex with a man. I don’t orgasm when I actually have sex with anyone. I guess when it happens in my dreams, it seems like […]

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You Don’t Have to Hide

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a fairly good actress when it comes to hiding or getting out of things. As a kid, I had found a way to make myself throw up pretty much whenever I wanted so I could get out of taking certain tests. I was great at playing the mopey kid who was just “too sick” to go on. As I grew older, it became the exact opposite. When I was sick or in pain, I’d hide it fairly well. I’ve been to work with terrible sinus infections and bronchitis at the same time. I don’t like piles of work to catch up on so why take time off for something as minor as that. For several years, I’ve suffered from pelvic pain. I have a high pain tolerance so I’d just push through it and sometimes even workout in pain. The endorphins […]

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When His Eyes Grow Dark

I’ve been with several guys over the years. Various ethnicities, various eye colors, various skin tones, hair color, height, build, etc. Seeing as I haven’t had too many enjoyable experiences with sex, it left me with time to observe my partners in bed. Their grunts, their moans, odors and tastes…they’re all a bit different in each man. However, the one thing that is always the same is this look in their eyes. There’s a moment when everything changes. It goes from a warm caress or adjusting to the other person to pure desire. Over the years, I’ve noticed the man’s eyes squint and grow darker. Whether his eyes were blue, green, or brown, they seem to appear nearly black in this moment. Maybe it’s just my own heat taking over that makes me see such a thing. His eyes become squinty and it didn’t matter if he already had small […]

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