As one who lives his life for adventures and centers his life on those choices that encourage the higher elevations of exuberance, I recently answered a letter from a total stranger. Her words attained my carnal curiosity and, if I may be so bold, my lecherousness. She began her introduction with the salutation of “Dear Master” and enclosed a somewhat provocative photo of herself garbed in a latex body suit with appropriate holes that substantiated her attributes quite well. I usually do not respond to this type of correspondence, but this one was different. This one seemed genuine. So I followed my instinct and replied to her. Of course, the photo had no bearing on my decision…
Her name was Aurora. She was several years my junior (or maybe more) and hails from a small east coast town in Maryland. She stated her interest in the BDSM world and asked the proper questions that indicated sincerity. Her honest curiosity produced an elaborate letter in return. I requested that if we continue this correspondence, she would need to answer some questions I had also.
How much knowledge did she have in being a submissive? What did she want to discover for herself? Did she know what a submissive actually is? Was she really ready to be owned and or be collared? Was this desire an experiment or a lifestyle? What was humiliation to her? Did she enjoy pain? I instructed her to take the time to learn all the different facets of this lifestyle. Find out what her options were, read, talk to people and gain a complete understanding of this world before making life changing decisions.
For myself, do I enjoy newbies? Yes and no. I enjoy challenges and introducing someone to the submissive way of life can be very challenging. But newbies can be bizarre, vexing and disrespectful due to inexperience, not having a firm grasp on what they are looking for or uneasy with their lack of understanding. But, on the flip side, teaching a first-timer the basic rules and expectations can be downright enjoyable. Watching someone blossom into their true selves and eagerly encompassing the teachings can become heady, though restraint and patience must be first and foremost in any endeavor.
As I continued to correspond with Aurora, I explained to her the basic concepts of a D/S relationship. The Master seduces the slave with their power; the slave seduces the Master with their willingness and servitude. It is a relationship that consists of two people who are mutually consenting adults who agree on the direction their relationship will be developed. Both agree that one of the partners will be dominant, taking the controlling role, and the other partner, the submissive, will assume the controlled role. Just like in any other relationship, it is a two way street. The Master relies on the slave as much as the slave relies on the Master to satisfy each of their different needs. No matter which role the couple takes, they are equals. Both have power though in different ways.
“Savanah... let me explain this world to you. It is not all about control or fear or punishment. It is about self-discovery, freeing your spirit and opening a new door to a new world. It is about wanting to please. It is about wanting to be obedient and it is about commitment and respect. Do you understand these concepts? Do you truly understand them?”
"Yes, Master...I do." (Excerpt from "Savanah" by D. B. Shaw)
Aurora was an exceptional student, willing to learn and willing to please. Her exuberance foretold the adventures we would experience and these memories would last indefinitely.
Her name was Aurora. She was several years my junior (or maybe more) and hails from a small east coast town in Maryland. She stated her interest in the BDSM world and asked the proper questions that indicated sincerity. Her honest curiosity produced an elaborate letter in return. I requested that if we continue this correspondence, she would need to answer some questions I had also.
How much knowledge did she have in being a submissive? What did she want to discover for herself? Did she know what a submissive actually is? Was she really ready to be owned and or be collared? Was this desire an experiment or a lifestyle? What was humiliation to her? Did she enjoy pain? I instructed her to take the time to learn all the different facets of this lifestyle. Find out what her options were, read, talk to people and gain a complete understanding of this world before making life changing decisions.
For myself, do I enjoy newbies? Yes and no. I enjoy challenges and introducing someone to the submissive way of life can be very challenging. But newbies can be bizarre, vexing and disrespectful due to inexperience, not having a firm grasp on what they are looking for or uneasy with their lack of understanding. But, on the flip side, teaching a first-timer the basic rules and expectations can be downright enjoyable. Watching someone blossom into their true selves and eagerly encompassing the teachings can become heady, though restraint and patience must be first and foremost in any endeavor.
As I continued to correspond with Aurora, I explained to her the basic concepts of a D/S relationship. The Master seduces the slave with their power; the slave seduces the Master with their willingness and servitude. It is a relationship that consists of two people who are mutually consenting adults who agree on the direction their relationship will be developed. Both agree that one of the partners will be dominant, taking the controlling role, and the other partner, the submissive, will assume the controlled role. Just like in any other relationship, it is a two way street. The Master relies on the slave as much as the slave relies on the Master to satisfy each of their different needs. No matter which role the couple takes, they are equals. Both have power though in different ways.
“Savanah... let me explain this world to you. It is not all about control or fear or punishment. It is about self-discovery, freeing your spirit and opening a new door to a new world. It is about wanting to please. It is about wanting to be obedient and it is about commitment and respect. Do you understand these concepts? Do you truly understand them?”
"Yes, Master...I do." (Excerpt from "Savanah" by D. B. Shaw)
Aurora was an exceptional student, willing to learn and willing to please. Her exuberance foretold the adventures we would experience and these memories would last indefinitely.
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Looking back, I have yet to find someone so charming and yet so lascivious in her desires, both in giving pleasure and in her ability to pull from me those inner most desires and needs she was compelled to extract for her own satisfaction.
Her demeanor was highly erotic, expressively sensual and bordered on finding perfection in everything she gave. Aurora could become the most beautiful submissive, offering a multitude of delightful surprises that displaced time and indulgence only to metamorphose to a woman that could unleash a wild creature that flooded the room with a wet bouquet of her secret liquid that seemed to flow from her ceaselessly. Her nectar soaked her sex and made penetration delicious. Wet, tight and incredible.
I drank of her juice, and in my attempts to lick her dry, I always failed. Her taste was like honey and I became drunk. I became an addict to her intoxicant, never having my fill and lusting for more. As Aurora lay there, confined to her leather restraints, her breathing deep and raspy, her nipples erect and her legs secured so she was totally exposed to me, my desire to quench her fire became an obsession. I would attempt quench this fervor, slowly, methodically and with such a passion that she would sometimes pass out momentarily.
As I pulled my tongue from her vulva, my face glistening with her wetness, I slowly placed the rubbery head of a rubber cock against her. I heard her gasp as I applied pressure, watching her lips stretch around the bulbous head and begin its journey deep inside of her. I watched as her lips seemed to suck at the rubber cock, drawing it in, swallowing the long, thick shaft as one who was starving. I pressed deeper, filling her womb completely, watching her juice trickle out around the edges. Her lips were a bright pink and her clit swollen and vibrating. I continued my slow methodical pumping. Slowly in, watching her swallow and slowly out, hearing the suction that screamed, “Please don’t!"
As I pumped her, I lowered my face close to this delight, letting my tongue again taste this nectar, licking her lips and dragging my tongue to her arse. When my tongue began fucking her, I could feel the intensity build within her. That explosive feeling that begins down deep inside and creates a nether-world of insatiable pleasures.
When the time was right, I took her in her arse. Driving my own cock deep into her. Her tightness made my head spin but I did not miss a stroke. I fucked her with the rubber phallus while I stroked deeply. In and out, the smell of sex inundated the world, the sliding of two cocks in her wetness seemed like music and her restrained contortions rocked the universe.
Aurora was getting close to cumming. And I wanted to fill her arse with my own hot cum when her world did explode. We were no longer two human beings fucking. We had become one, getting ready to experience a glorious la petite mort. And then we reached a crescendo. Her scream caused me to pump my hot cum into her arse and, feeling this liquid fire, she emptied herself. Her juices shot from her as my cum shot into her. Time and space ceased to exist. Nothing coexisted with us. We were alone in the universe, riding waves of excruciating pleasure, not wanting this to end. The covers got soaked in a flood of sweat, juice and cum and the air seemed to resonate with hedonistic energy, passion momentarily quenched yet temporal in nature. We finally succumbed to the night, our bodies emptied.
Her demeanor was highly erotic, expressively sensual and bordered on finding perfection in everything she gave. Aurora could become the most beautiful submissive, offering a multitude of delightful surprises that displaced time and indulgence only to metamorphose to a woman that could unleash a wild creature that flooded the room with a wet bouquet of her secret liquid that seemed to flow from her ceaselessly. Her nectar soaked her sex and made penetration delicious. Wet, tight and incredible.
I drank of her juice, and in my attempts to lick her dry, I always failed. Her taste was like honey and I became drunk. I became an addict to her intoxicant, never having my fill and lusting for more. As Aurora lay there, confined to her leather restraints, her breathing deep and raspy, her nipples erect and her legs secured so she was totally exposed to me, my desire to quench her fire became an obsession. I would attempt quench this fervor, slowly, methodically and with such a passion that she would sometimes pass out momentarily.
As I pulled my tongue from her vulva, my face glistening with her wetness, I slowly placed the rubbery head of a rubber cock against her. I heard her gasp as I applied pressure, watching her lips stretch around the bulbous head and begin its journey deep inside of her. I watched as her lips seemed to suck at the rubber cock, drawing it in, swallowing the long, thick shaft as one who was starving. I pressed deeper, filling her womb completely, watching her juice trickle out around the edges. Her lips were a bright pink and her clit swollen and vibrating. I continued my slow methodical pumping. Slowly in, watching her swallow and slowly out, hearing the suction that screamed, “Please don’t!"
As I pumped her, I lowered my face close to this delight, letting my tongue again taste this nectar, licking her lips and dragging my tongue to her arse. When my tongue began fucking her, I could feel the intensity build within her. That explosive feeling that begins down deep inside and creates a nether-world of insatiable pleasures.
When the time was right, I took her in her arse. Driving my own cock deep into her. Her tightness made my head spin but I did not miss a stroke. I fucked her with the rubber phallus while I stroked deeply. In and out, the smell of sex inundated the world, the sliding of two cocks in her wetness seemed like music and her restrained contortions rocked the universe.
Aurora was getting close to cumming. And I wanted to fill her arse with my own hot cum when her world did explode. We were no longer two human beings fucking. We had become one, getting ready to experience a glorious la petite mort. And then we reached a crescendo. Her scream caused me to pump my hot cum into her arse and, feeling this liquid fire, she emptied herself. Her juices shot from her as my cum shot into her. Time and space ceased to exist. Nothing coexisted with us. We were alone in the universe, riding waves of excruciating pleasure, not wanting this to end. The covers got soaked in a flood of sweat, juice and cum and the air seemed to resonate with hedonistic energy, passion momentarily quenched yet temporal in nature. We finally succumbed to the night, our bodies emptied.
