In Plain Site (2 of 3)

I shivered thinking of all the people who were out today because of the lovely weather and that I would be standing outside half naked, exposed but hidden. Master stepped back and unzipped my skirt for me as I took hold of the sides and slide it down.

“Good, now the panties.”

I pushed my panties down to pool at my feet along with my skirt. Master reached down and retrieved my clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on one of the chairs. He ran his hand lightly across my ass and I shuddered. He gave me a few soft pats and I sucked in my breath.

“Breathe slave; act as if nothing is happening. Would you want anyone down on the street to know what I’m doing to you?”

“No Sir.” I reply.

“Then you will need to be careful.” He said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind again. His hand slipped down and started playing with my clit. “I’m going to make you come while you stand here and act as if nothing is happening. Is that clear slave?”

I took a deep breath, “Yes Sir.”

“Good, I’ll be right back I need to get something.” He kissed the side of my neck and went back inside, leaving me clutching the railing, my knees shaking with anticipation.

“Hi up there are we still on for coffee tomorrow?” A voice called from below.

It took me a moment to realize the voice was talking to me, I looked down to see neighbor looking up at me. I blushed and then remembered all she could see was me standing there in my blouse from work, the rest of me was hidden from her view, but it made me feel naughty.

“Huh, oh, right, yes we are, sorry I was thinking about work.” I called down.

“Good, Sue from down the street might join us as well.”

“That’s fine. I’ve been meaning to call her.”

Master walked back out onto the porch as I was in mid sentence. His hand on the small of my back made me shiver and my voice quiver. He waved to the woman standing on the lawn

She waved back and yelled up “Great, see you then!” and walked away.

“Very good slave now let’s see if you can maintain your composure while I make you come.”

I groaned and my knees started to sag.

“Unless you want the neighborhood to hear me spank you I would suggest you stand up straight. Now spread your legs I have a new toy I want to use.”

I quickly stood up my and swiveled my head around to see what he was talking about.

He grinned as he showed me a metal anal plug with a pink jewel at the base. My eyes widened and I looked up at his face, “please not out here.” I begged.

“Just think of this as another accessory, like a bracelet or a necklace, I think I may have you wear this out when we go to dinner tonight, we’ll just have to see how it fits.”

I turned my head quickly to the street biting my bottom lip. Wear it out? I couldn’t even imagine. It would be constant stimulation, with every step I would know it was there the whole time. But I guess that was his point. To keep me aware that with every step I was not a free woman, I was a slave, and my body belong to another and if he wanted to keep my ass stretched it was his right.

It was moments like this that my mind faltered; did I make the wrong decision those many months ago? I reached up and touched the tasteful collar around my neck. I always received so many compliments on it. If only people actually knew what it meant.

“Lean forward a little.”

I complied without thought. My mind was still wandering holding an internal battle. I felt the pressure as the plug started sliding into place, it hurt.

“Relax into it.” He said. “This is going in either way, so you can relax and open or we can make this painful and difficult.”

I took a few deep breaths and focused on relaxing. I felt myself open up and the plug slide into place.

In Plain Site (1 of 3)

I stood out on the small porch overlooking the front of the house. I had gotten home from work a few minutes ago. I wanted to change out of my work clothes but it was such a beautiful fall day I decided to stand out here for a while and release some of the stress from the day.

I loved this little porch; it was one of the selling points of the house. A small little alcove set above the door, like a little keyhole. It had a short wall that came to a little above my waist, the roof peaked overhead and if it had windows it would be considered a little room. It was just off the bedroom, and was very cozy. I loved to sit out there and read and listen to the wind rustle through the trees, the chirp of the birds and other insects, or watch the families out for their nightly strolls, the lovers walking to the beach and the laughs and shrieks of delight from the neighborhood children.

As I stood there I watched as the neighbors came and went; people coming home from work, mothers and fathers racing off with a child in tow to some sporting event or class. I often wondered what they thought of us; I guess to the outside world we look like your average suburban couple, I’m sure they would be shocked by what went on beyond these walls, but no one has ever seen the hooks in the basement ceiling, and Master is always cautious to put away the toys when we are done.

Often when I’m bored I make up stories about the other families on the block. You never know what kinky souls lurk in your neighborhood. In my imagination some of the things I come up with even make me blush. Sometimes I wish my fantasies were real, after all we aren’t the only ones living this lifestyle. Master has a few friends that have relationships like ours but not many, for the most part our friends are vanilla, and we don’t venture into the real time scene. Sometimes that world intrigues me and I wonder what it would be like, this life is sometimes lonely, but I’m content to remain hidden.

I watch as Master pulls into the driveway. He looked up at our little porch almost as if he was expecting me to be standing there. He smiled and I smiled back and gave a little wave.

A few minutes later he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

“Hello Master.”

“Hello slave.” He whispered in my ear. “Did you have a good day?”

“Yes Sir. Long, but no drama”

“Good.” He said as he starts unbuttoning the bottom buttons of my blouse. He put his hand on my bare belly and his fingers started gently caressing me. I leaned back into him. I love how he touches me.

“Are you home for the night?” He asked.

His question sends a little ripple of anticipation through me. “Yes Sir. No classes and I finished everything I needed to do before I left the office.”

“Good girl. Take off your skirt.”

“Here?” I asked.

“Yes, no one can see you through the wall.”

Assignments

Master often gives me writing assignments or little mini research projects. And although it may seem that way, not all my assignments involve writing about a training, my feelings or stories. Occasionally they involve trivial things that pop up in conversations.

The other weekend we were discussing movies and we kept mentioning movies with numbers in their titles. We tried to figure out the names of movies that had numbers in them up to ten but it was late and we were both tired so we gave up without having finished the list. The next day this was given to me as an assignment.

I was to find movie titles with numbers in them - but not just the number, it had to be First, second, third etc.. and the number should ideally be in the beginning of the title. The movie also had to be a major motion picture not some obscure little indie film. Just finding movies with numbers as in one, two three is a bit easier, I made that list also. Why? It wasn't asked of me but I'm a bit obsessive compulsive and figured if I was going to do one I might as well take the initiative and do the other. I'm weird like that.

Thank god for IMDB! But even then some numbers just don't fit the bill. No matter how many searches on google or IMDB there were some numbers that just didn't have titles that made the cut. I added them to my list anyway just so it would be complete and we had fun razzing on the movie industry and how they really need to get to work completing list this instead of making all those other movies.

So not all assignments are introspective or erotic, some are just plain silly fun.

Training

I was naked, hogtied, blindfolded and gagged on the bed. I could hear movement coming from the next room and every now and then a noise would put me on alert from somewhere in the room but I couldn’t pinpoint it. I didn’t know how long I had been there but my jaw was starting to ache from the gag. I would hear the click of a camera every so often but mostly it was just silent.

I lay my head down on the bed straining to hear, hoping that Master would come back and release me soon. It seemed like hours had passed when I heard footsteps coming closer. I lifted my head and turned toward the sound. My legs were grabbed forcefully and I was pulled dragged down to the edge of the bed. My knees were pushed open, my feet pushed toward my head and I felt a pressure against my ass. My legs involuntarily tried to clamp shut but hands pushed them apart and Masters voice told me to breathe. I exhaled through my gag relief flooding me now that I knew who it was who was attempting to gain entrance to my body.

I opened my knees and took a few deep breaths, trying to relax into the pain of his entry into my ass. It seemed like no matter how many times he entered me this way it still hurt in the beginning. I gasped and started to panic, but Master put his hand on my back soothingly and told me to relax and open up to him.

I took another breath and listening to his voice I slowly felt the tension I had been holding slip away. Master slipped further inside me and started moving. There was no pain anymore just pleasant sensation as he moved deeper and deeper inside me. I groaned into my gag, and tried to move but I was tied to tightly. My muscles ached and burned from straining to move, and from the building tension of an orgasm.

I felt a hand on my hair and then a hard pull of my head. His grip was tight and he pulled my head back bending my body like a bow as he continued to thrust in and out of my ass. I was moaning and whimpering beneath my gag. I felt his pace pick up. “Get ready to come slave.” He said to me making me shiver. I barely heard his next words I was so flooded with emotions but I knew what they were. My body bowed even more, my chest coming up off the bed, my feet reaching for my head as the tension in my body peaked and then exploded. I felt Master pull out and a warmth spread across my ass and back as he came covering me with his essence.

Master released my hair, and removed my blindfold and gag. I winced at the brightness in the room and quickly closed my eyes trying to get them to adjust. I moved my jaw around working the muscles that had been stretched and held in place for so long. “Thank you Master” I whispered. “You’re welcome slave.” He replied and left me still tied to find a towel. When he returned he cleaned me off and untied me, gathered me in his arms and held me. “You did well, today slave, you’re a good slut.” He murmured into my hair. I smiled, stated, and proud that I had done well in my training. I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep in Masters arms.

D/s v. M/s

This is such a big topic that I know I might get myself in trouble over it but I will try to only speak for myself. Let me preface this by saying I pass no judgment on anyone else’s relationships and honestly these feelings and definitions are my own, if yours differ that’s great but please don’t tell me I’m wrong. We just may have a difference of opinion.

I’ve been asked what the difference is between D/s and M/s relationships and since the definitions of these relationships vary so much it’s hard to clearly pinpoint a definition that will be universally accepted. In my opinion D/s (Dominant/submissive) relationships are very similar to M/s (Master/slave) relationships in that one partner is in control and exercises their power over the other. The difference to me stems from the level of submission and to some extent the commitment.

I know there are people in long term relationships who are D/s and will take offense to that last comment. I’m not stating that people in D/s relationships are any less committed to each other I’m referring more to a commitment to the level of the D/s relationship. I’ve found M/s relationships to be much more intense, extending over into daily life while many D/s relationships only travel as far as the bedroom. The sub usually has some level of control where a slave gives that up and only has as much control as their Master allows. I know these are generalizations but I’m treading on thin ice anyway and probably should have just e-mailed this instead of posting it but its not the first time I’ve been asked.

Many M/s relationships that I know are 24/7 or at the very least in RT, but not all. I know there are people out there that write and talk about online M/s relationships but I'm not sure how that would work, I would find it incredibly difficult to commit to the level of submission required of a slave when I only spoke to someone online. For me this just wouldn't work. It would be too tempting to act out or just do what I want knowing that the chances of me being caught were nil. I need a firm hand to keep me in line and there is just no way someone would be able to accomplish that online, or even long distance. As it is, I sometimes find myself struggling to behave with the short distance between where Master and I live. I can’t imagine being several states away and only seeing each other a few times a year. But that’s just me.

I think another distinction I see between D/s and M/s relationships is the obvious, in one the Dominant partner has a submissive but in the other they have property. That’s a big distinction in my head. It’s a different mindset to think of yourself as submissive as opposed to thinking of yourself as property. One is a complete letting go while the other retains some control.

Given my own internal definitions of the D/s and M/s relationships and my struggles in the past I'm often asked why I chose to enter into another M/s relationship instead of a D/s relationship. I guess I would have to say that when I commit to doing something I can’t just do it half way. I am just too strong willed and dominant in too many ways to only consider being submissive. When I’m just Dominated I feel more control and that’s when I tend to flip things, when I feel Owned I know I can’t get away with it.

So there is my attempt at answering a heated topic. Please remember this is my way of thinking, everyone is entitled to their own opinions and definitions. This is a very varied community and I mean no disrespect to anyone. Just as the rules of Masters vary so do definitions that define our relationships. I was asked about definitions, so I have given it.

I don’t feel my relationship is any better or worse or that I’m more of a sub or slave than anyone else, that’s petty. This is just how my world operates, if yours operates differently and you are happy and confident in your relationship whatever form it takes I say good for you I support you in whatever makes you happy. We are all in this lifestyle together and there is no room for judgment.

You're not alone

I waited impatiently in line at the grocery store. The woman in front of me had a full cart and was moving very slowly and carefully. I sighed giving in to the wait, knowing there was no use in being impatient all the lines were full and at least I was next.

I watched the woman in front of me. There was something familiar in her movement but I couldn’t identify it. Every now and then she would suck in her breath or wince when she backed into the cart. My attention was on full alert, was she being abused? I ran through the different scenarios, watching to see which movements caused her to be uncomfortable and tried to figure out how they were familiar.

She reached for something in the front of her cart and it clicked. Her sleeve pulled up as she stretched her arm out reaching for a jar on the child seat at the front of her cart and I saw the marks. They were as familiar to me as looking in the mirror, they were bruises from cuffs. The stilted movements and wincing pain when she backed into the cart must have been from a flogging or something similar. She saw me staring at her wrist, she blushed and quickly pulled it away pulling down her sleeve. She averted her eyes and went back to unloading her cart.

I noticed she had forgotten a small container of something from the deli. I reached into her cart and handed it to her. “Don’t forget this.” I said with a smile.

She didn’t look up at me she just reached out for the container, trying to keep her eyes down, she mumbled “thank you”. As her hand touched the object her head shot up to look at me her eyes wide in disbelief.

I grinned at her. “You get used to them.” I said as she looked back down at the rope burns circling my wrist and then back up at the small lock around my neck.

“Hopefully one day you will wear them with pride.” I told her.

She stood there stunned and unable to talk.

“Will that be all?” the check out girl asked popping her gum and looking bored.

Still the woman stood there staring at me the container held in her hands.

“I think she has one more thing.” I said to the girl and took the container from her hands and put it on the belt.

That snapped the woman out of it. “Right, uh yes, that’s the last thing.” She said as she handed over the container, paid and retrieved her bags.

I fished a business card out of my purse and handed it to her. “If you ever want to talk,” I said.

She took the card, still staring at me in disbelief and nodded. She looked back at me several times as she walked away. I smiled to myself as I unloaded my cart. You never know who you are going to meet at a suburban grocery store.

Being a Bad Girl

I can’t say there aren’t times when acting out crosses my mind. Moments when I think to myself…hmm I wonder what would happen if I…..but then I don’t go through with it. Those thoughts seem to float through my head when I think I want Master to be rougher, spank me longer, go deeper, pull my hair harder or any combination of those things. That’s when the business dominant personality and my submissive side conflict and if I’m not careful I get myself in trouble and try topping from below.

I’ve never acted on these disobedient thoughts, maybe because knowing my luck I would act out and I would get the opposite of what I am looking for. I would wind up tied up and left somewhere completely frustrated and not allowed to come. I also think that if I did this once I might get away with it but Master would quickly discover my game and then I would be in trouble.

I think the other reason I don’t follow through is because even though I may enjoy those other things in the moment I get a lot of long term pleasure out of pleasing Master. So while acting out might get me immediate gratification it won’t give me long term satisfaction. Not to mention I would feel horribly guilty and wind up confessing my indiscretion to Master which would I’m sure set off a chain of events that would not be pleasant or worth it.

I just don’t think I could blatantly be defiant. It’s just not me. Although if Master made me angry enough my evil side would most assuredly rear its ugly head and I may do something disobedient without thinking and then have terrible remorse after I calm down, but at that point I would be unable to take it back…that’s the problem with having a wickedly short temper it can get you in heaps of trouble. And who would I really be hurting by lashing out or misbehaving, certainly not Master, I would only be hurting myself. I would be disrespecting my relationship with Master and in turn disrespecting myself. As I said before I just don't feel its worth it, but I can't say it doesn't cross my mind.