Slap

I will slap you. Read that again- I will slap you. My 20 year old self could never have imagined writing that sentence. It is too violent a concept- too shocking, too overwhelming. I am a large human being- well over 6 feet tall and 200 pounds, fit and muscular. Slapping a woman could hurt her. Which is the point, though I am not interested in doing you real harm. I am interested in placing you in a state you would never otherwise occupy. I want to feel your body shake and quiver under me. Watch your juices flow freely down your legs. Hear guttural moans and noises escape your lips. Watch everything about you shift so that you become Mine.

Slapping a woman is as transgressive an action as I could imagine- no sane person would argue that me hitting a woman under “normal” circumstances is acceptable; in the moment I will shatter the boundaries of normalcy. There is nothing “normal” about the way I want to fuck you. I don’t want this to be an exercise in the mundane. Instead I want you to give me everything that is inside of you and I will take it from you if necessary. I don’t slap every woman I fuck- in fact, I never had until approximately a year go. I now see that in some contexts there is nothing which will produce the desired results but slapping your face. I can sense if you want me to do so. I feel how much you need to transgress those boundaries, to feel the sting spread across your cheek and force you to become animal. Lust will overcome you as you acquiesce.

I will do whatever I want to you (Finished)

I will pull your panties down over your ass. Walk around you while you stand at attention for me. Slip my fingers between my legs. Take them from your dripping wet pussy and slide them between your lips, past your teeth. Whisper into your ear that you are mine and hear you respond in the affirmative. We are now in my space- the rest of the world won’t know how badly you want me to fuck you. How much you crave my dick inside of your pussy and how you’ve fucked yourself deeply thinking about me taking you. I will pinch your nipples. Pull your hair. Spread you open and inspect you. Slide my long fingers all the way inside of you and watch your face as you gasp. I will manipulate your cervix with my fingertips and find the spaces which no man has touched before. It is true that you are now mine- not forever, for I’m not a manipulative person. I am giving you the freedom to be the woman you’ve always wanted to be- to lose control and be a vessel for my desires. I will hold you as you come and stroke your hair after we’ve finished because I value the gift you’ve given me. This is why I push you to your limits. I smile as you cry out in pain and pleasure. I watch you melt under my weight.

 

Now that you’ve felt what I will do to you, your body is mine. When I call you will come to me and I will use you as I see fit. You will not wear panties with me. I will document our ritual with my camera so that you have photos to remember me by. I am not the man you marry, or the one who pines for you- I am the man you dream about at night when your fingers slip between your lips. The one who lingers in your brain after the last time my fingers touch you. The one who understands what you need and who desires only to unveil those parts of you. I truly do exist- this is not a figment of your imagination. I do not want your undying devotion, though you will likely give it to me all the same. I will not fall in love with you and I don’t expect that from you as I will have similar relationships with other women. It is the greatest gift I could give either of us- allowing you to be free in my presence without the expectations which would normally be the cost of said freedom. Instead, I will penetrate all three of your orifices and you will gag on my cock. I will call you names you never imagined being called, and you will gush as I growl them in your ear. For me, you are those things. Whore. Slut. You are free to be the things which transgress all boundaries, and I welcome you with open arms. We will create something indelible, inimitable, truthful, beautiful and overwhelming. My body will Dominate yours- I am made for this. I am tall, strong and experienced. I have watched women melt before and I understand the rules. The trade off is that things will end when they’ve run their natural course. Perhaps it is one night because you can’t handle more than that. Perhaps it is months and I give you the gift of freedom from worrying about sex, the pressure of performing, of incomprehension regarding the things that you love me to do to you. It is natural with me- we are both free to be whatever we want with one another without judgment or expectations.

 

I understand how freeing it is to be able to trust a man with these pieces of yourself. To trust that he will simultaneously guard and use you. Finding a partner who is willing to take from you without intending to break you is difficult as many men who feel the need to Dominate a woman do so because they are afraid of a woman’s power. Their fear of femininity pushes them to embrace Dominance in a mean-spirited fashion in a subliminal attempt to destroy you. I am not afraid of you- indeed, I am in love with the fairer sex. I love your bodies and minds, which is why I understand you. I understand your need to be overwhelmed with lust, and I understand your frustration with men who can’t recognize that those are viable, natural parts of you. The ones who would rather cajole and plead rather than use a smile, touch on the elbow and almost imperceptible tug of your hair to force the juices to flow from between your legs. The ones who would rather argue with you than demand and deserve the best from you. I also understand that mindset because I have been afraid of both- afraid of rejection, afraid that I wouldn’t live up to the expectations. That lack of knowledge drove me to learn as much as possible about your body and mind, which led me to understand that there is nothing to be afraid of. I value your strength and I appreciate the power it takes to submit to me. Acquiescence is unnatural unless the person to whom you are acquiescing is worthy. I will have proven that I am worthy, and you will come to Me.

Splayed Apart

Splayed before me I devour your pussy, coating my cheeks with your juices. I feel the involuntary spasms which press your hips closer to me, your sex against my mouth, sweetness flowing from you. My tongue penetrates your vulva and presses inside of you while your walls contract, forcing the energy of your femininity to spread outward. Your body starts to feel the familiar ache; you know I will give you what you need and you close your eyes while moaning gutturally and grabbing onto the sheets. I kiss your labia minora, teasing the lips together and apart again and again. I smile as the juices drip out of you and I inhale deeply, happy to be savoring your essence. My tongue traverses your clit and I suck at it, thick lips enveloping you and tongue brushing against the sensitive tip, sliding along the hood and pushing it aside as I suck harder and feel you writhe. Your hands run through my hair and I spread your legs wide by pressing against your inner thighs, pushing your ass down towards the bed and holding you there as you pull my head against you.

I kiss between your thighs again and again. Savoring it. Taking in every inch of your tender flesh, coating it with the liquid that has seeped from you. I adore your body and the feeling of it shuddering under me. I reach up and stroke the side of your breast, then run my long fingers over your nipple and twist slowly yet firmly. You moan more loudly and turn your head to the side as the pleasure washes over you. My saliva mixes with your fluid as I tongue you harder and faster now. Your pussy pulses reflexively and I push my tongue deeper inside of you, holding you by the hips so that you won’t writhe away. “I want to feel you come” I say in my deep voice as you hold the sides of my head. Your smooth lips glide under my tongue and I lick circles around your clit and flick it softly, tenderly, then faster and more insistently. I feel you stretched out and writhing, aching to give me all of yourself. I smile and breathe deeply as I hold and suck you, looking up your body, past your breasts to your face. “Give it to me. I want to feel it.” I say and press my lips against you again, pressing down and knowing that you are close to the edge. I flick my tongue against the bud, press my mouth down on you and suck whilst swirling around the most sensitive part of your body. Your hips begin to buck against me now, harder. I hold you as best I can and tongue you with wide, long strokes. The flat pink of my tongue slides across your pink tenderness and I hold you there as the crescendo builds. I close my eyes and glide it against your wetness again and again, feeling your ass and stomach begin to tense. Then the inner thighs begin to quake. The quivering begins inside of you and I hear you scream out as I wrap one arm around your legs and the other grabs your breasts. You give me everything inside of you- your legs shake, your muscles spasm and the muscles inside your body clench over and over again. I lap at you throughout, happy to see you in such pleasure. Your lungs take in huge gulps of air and the screams turn gradually back to moans, sweat glistening on your skin and your juices coating my face. The room is filled with your scent and you lay underneath me, spent. I crawl up your body and kiss you tenderly. “You looked so beautiful.” I say. You taste yourself on my tongue and curl up into me, your skin against mine. I gently press my fingers between your legs and say “Now I’m going to use my fingers inside you at the same time.”

The Dialectic of Capitalization

In the past I rolled my eyes when I saw the capitalization of pronouns used to signify power within the BDSM community. For instance, a Master should always be capitalized as a form of respect. Submissive women often use lower-case pronouns. Women write to me and address me as Sir and even go so far as to use Your rather than your when referring to me. Again, I don’t feel the need to strictly enforce those rules, as there is a part of me which recognizes them as being distinct from the things I do to you (mind and body). At the same time, I now understand the reason that they are used. I identify with the power of protocol in ways that I never did in the past. I see that many women feel more comfortable subsuming themselves in such ways. It is for those reasons that I’m willing to use them. I see their use and purpose clearly, but I don’t feel it necessary to use them regularly- I will be no less of a Dominant force should you use them than if you do. I believe that is what separates my attitude about sex and passion from many others. Submission isn’t about conditioning you to believe that you are less than I. It is about recognizing that you are different from myself and that your motivations are different from mine yet work in tandem with my own. That being said, get over My knee.

you belong to Me

I often whisper that in a woman’s ear. I don’t mean that she belongs to me forever. It simply means that her mind, body (possibly her soul) belong to me in that instant. Which means that she will always remember me. Not as an overbearing, manipulative asshole. Not as the one who captured her heart by being tough and manly, then cried as she walked out the door. No, I am the man who understood her need to be captured while simultaneously understanding that passion is ephemeral. We will have our moment(s) and you will cherish and dream of them yet I am not the man to wed you. I may collar you, as the community says, but it will be temporary. I’m the one who slides inside of you, clutches your throat and fucks you like the whore you’ve always dreamed of being. I’m the one who takes your body and plucks your mind from it, holding it in the palm of my hand and heightening every sensation which is felt between us. The one who watches you drip down your legs as you are exposed for me. For whom you utter the dirtiest, filthiest words imaginable; words you’d never imagined yourself uttering outside of your fantasies. And you do so because I don’t hold these things against you. you are not diminished in my eyes for wanting to be a whore. you become more human and more beautiful when I see you give yourself to Me. you need not worry that I will tell your friends or boss what you would have Me do to you (though I will tease you with the thought of others knowing your desires while I am inside of you). you are no longer ashamed of the things you’ve always dreamed of. The fact that you want Me to hurt you is natural. The fact that you want Me to discipline you and send you to the corner to contemplate your actions is also natural. So is the fact that you want Me to call you names, spank and slap you. Or whisper in your ear that I want you to go to the restroom, remove your panties, return to the table and hand them to Me. Again, you belong to Me. But enjoy these moments, for they won’t last forever.

Dialogue of Punishment

Lift up your skirt for Me.

 

Good girl.

 

Pull down your panties and step out of them.

 

Good girl.

 

How does it feel to stand there with your skirt up and your ass and pussy exposed, waiting for Me to punish you?

 

I know it feels good, slut. you are here to serve Me. Do you understand that?

 

Good girl. Bend over the table.

 

I’m going to spank you 25 times. Each time I spank your ass you are going to call out the number. Do you understand Me?

 

I know you do. Normally you are a good girl for Me, but today I’m disappointed in you. That’s not going to happen again, is it?

 

I know it won’t. Look how wet your pussy is for Me. I’m going to have to spank you harder to make it clear that this is your punishment and not a game. Are you ready for what I’m about to do to you, you dirty whore?

 

I want you to ask Me to punish you. Tell Me what you’ve done wrong and why you are here bent over waiting for Me.

 

Yes, you did. That is unacceptable behavior- you were a bad girl. You will never do that again, will you?

 

I know you won’t, little one. You are a naughty whore and I am going to teach you how to behave.

 

Are you ready to count and learn how to be a good girl for Me?

 

Good girl. Count them out.

 

You have so many more to go.

 

You’ve never been spanked this hard before, have you?

 

Look at that skirt bunched up over your waist- your ass is turning bright red already.

 

Imagine what people who see you in the street would think if they saw what I’m doing to you right now.

 

Good girl. You feel those juices dripping down your thighs, don’t you? Your pussy is dripping for Me.

 

How many more do you have to go, little one? Yes, you have 15 more to go.

 

Who do you belong to?

 

Yes, you belong to Me. Whose body is this?

 

It’s Mine, isn’t it. Your pussy is Mine.

 

Fifteen. Ten more to go- can you take another ten, little one?

 

I know you can. This is to teach you a lesson.

 

Good girl.

 

It’s going to hurt for you to sit down tomorrow. Imagine if everyone at work knew what a bad girl you had been. Imagine if they knew that you belong to Me. That you are My whore.

 

Good girl.

 

I’m going to spank you harder now. I know that you can handle it.

 

Good girl.

 

Three more to go. Remember why I’m spanking you like this. Usually I put you over my knee and fuck you with My fingers all the way inside your pussy, don’t I? This time is different. This is to teach you what I expect from you. It’s almost over. No whining.

 

Good girl.

 

This is Mine. Don’t you forget that.

 

Are you ready for the last one?

 

 

Good girl. I’m proud of you. you feel how red and hot your ass is, don’t you?

 

you will have bruises tomorrow. That’s My ass- it feels so good under my hands.

 

Stand up. Turn around and look at Me. you were such a good girl for Me.

 

Have you learned your lesson?

 

That is never going to happen again, is it?

 

I know it won’t. I’m so proud of you for being tough and growing from this.

 

Good girl. I want you to go stand in the corner until I am ready to use you.

Shy

I can think of nothing that is a more accurate representation of human beings’ interactions with their sexuality than the internet.  The internet has allowed all people to surreptitiously explore their deepest, darkest desires without being afraid of being discovered as they walk out of a porn store with a dirty movie under their arms.  Sites like WordPress and Tumblr exposes people to things they may have never known existed, experience kink anonymously and interact with strangers as if they were their closest confidantes.  I see anonymous questions and photos throughout and I sense the longing that is omnipresent in human nature.  That is the longing to connect with others and to live fully.  Yet that longing is smothered by the fear and anxiety associated with actually participating, as opposed to watching from afar.  All people want to experience their deepest, darkest fantasies, yet few take the reigns and explore them.  For instance, there are a scant few people (women) who contact me through the blog, though I get many hits a day.  I’m sure some of you visit and turn away with reddened cheeks (of your face), never to return again in fear of opening Pandora’s Box.  Some must not enjoy what I write.  Yet the majority of you do- you return to visit, curious to see if I’ve written anything new.

I’ll be honest; I’m normally not one for anonymity- I would rather show my face and talk openly about this side of myself, however for professional reasons I do not do so here.  That being said, I welcome interaction with the women who enjoy my writing.  I’ve received some extraordinary compliments- one which a kind, expressive and sensual woman left me on New Year’s Day particularly stands out.  However they arrive, I welcome the feedback.  Perhaps you aren’t interested in interacting with a stranger who writes about control in the ways I do.  That’s understandable- after all, I could be crazy.  Lucky for all of us, I am not crazy; merely interested in exploring the deeper parts of myself and the women I’m with.  I haven’t been motivated to write here of late because I’m tired of writing to a void.  I have other creative outlets- one in particular which is much more important to me than writing.  All this is to say that if you appreciate the blog, let me know.  Perhaps it will motivate me to write more.  If you don’t like it, constructive criticism is welcomed, though likely not heeded.  And if I do not hear from you, enjoy yourself all the same.  I don’t plan on removing the blog anytime soon- it will stay here to affirm my experiences and encourage you to dream of sexy things.

Whatever I want

I will pull your panties down over your ass. Walk around you while you stand at attention for me. Slip my fingers between my legs. Take them from your dripping wet pussy and slide them between your lips, past your teeth. Whisper into your ear that you are Mine and hear you respond in the affirmative. We are now in My space- the rest of the world won’t know how badly you want Me to fuck you. How much you crave my dick inside of your pussy and how you’ve fucked yourself deeply thinking about Me taking you. I will pinch your nipples. Pull your hair. Spread you open and inspect you. Slide my long fingers all the way inside of you and watch your face as you gasp. I will manipulate your cervix with my fingertips and find the spaces which no man has touched before. It is true that you are now Mine- not forever, for I’m not a manipulative person. I am giving you the freedom to be the woman you’ve always wanted to be- to lose control and be a vessel for My desires. I will hold you as you come and stroke your hair after we’ve finished because I value the gift you’ve given me. This is why I push you to your limits. I smile as you cry out in pain and pleasure. I watch you melt under my weight. You were a wet, aching mess for Me all day. We sat in the restaurant and I flirted with the waitress- she could sense what I was about to do to you from the slight hesitancy in your voice and the tone of conversation. She smiled at me as I towered over her, and I know she was jealous that I would do whatever I wanted to you tonight.

Welcome, Bienvenue, Wilkommen, Bienvenida

I see the new visitors coming by to say hello.  Welcome and stay awhile.  I have done some writing of late but have yet to post it.  That may come soon- in the meantime have fun and feel free to say hello if something catches your eye.  For those who haven’t visited before, I’m 6’4″ tall, weigh 220 pounds, am creative in ways other than documenting these things, am experienced with the kind of sex I write about here and I have a full life outside of kink.  I started writing these accounts when my health was compromised and I was unable to do the things I was accustomed to doing.  Now I am capable of doing these things again and I post less often for just that reason.

What a dismal day

I was sitting on my couch this evening and felt gale force winds blowing through the trees just outside the window.  Being from here I normally handle this kind of weather with aplomb but I admit I am tired of it this year.  I was sick this weekend and though I’m now feeling better I’m looking forward to lounging in the sun in a couple months.  In the meantime it’s time to start giving some more spankings and doing some terrible things to women- I’ve been distracted with the cold and work long enough.  By the way, if you have stories of your own to share send them to thesalaciousstranger@gmail.com  I don’t bite unless it is warranted and we are talking about your bottom lip or nipples.