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23 Jun 2021

Consent NEEDS communication.

There's a lot of discourse about consent going on lately. And that's a good thing. We've ignored consent violations too long, both as a BDSM community and in American culture as a whole. As much as it's frustrating and painful to talk about such things, talking about consent and what it means is good and healthy for us. It's like lancing a wound, it hurts and a lot of pus comes out at first, but it's what's required to start the healing process.


8 Jun 2021

BDSM Consent in Non-BDSM Sex

By Kayla Beare - Original Post HERE




In a post-#MeToo world, the need for a clear-cut and comprehensive definition of sexual consent has become a topic of conversation for many. The BDSM community is often said to be ahead of the curve in having this conversation, and there is much that can be learnt from this community.

 BDSM, an acronym referring to bondage/discipline, dominance/submission and sadism/masochism, is a term that encompasses a broad range of intimate activities that often, but not always, includes some component of sexual play. BDSM has been around for centuries, as early as Mesopotamian times, but has only recently become part of public discourse in Western societies thanks to kinky books and films such as the 50 Shades of Grey series.

 Unfortunately, the 50 Shades of Grey series, although hugely popular, is not an accurate depiction of healthy BDSM. The books, and films, underplay the consent negotiation process generally present in BDSM play. Consent in BDSM, much like consent in sex more generally, is often considered morally transformative. This means that it defines the morality of a sexual act: without consent, it is abuse but with consent, it is a shared, actively chosen experience.  Consent is so vital to BDSM play that is one of the tenets of the BDSM code: “risk-aware consensual kink “ Arguably, we should all be having sex in which we are aware of the risks and are fully consenting, regardless of whether or not we are engaging in elements of kink or BDSM. Let’s explore the key facets of the BDSM model of consent and its use in non-BDSM sex.

 

2 Nov 2020

Do as I say... or suffer the consequences.

Courtesy of : Jay Boy who emailed me this rather delicious story.

There I was again: Standing at Mistress Leyla's cross, naked, spread-eagled, wrists and ankles cuffed to the frame of the sturdy wooden cross. The leather mask over my eyes made it impossible to see anything but the slightest shimmer of light. I could only hear Mistress walking around her play room, opening and closing cabinets and drawers, clearly getting ready for things to come.

I had been in this position before - many times. I had been beaten, tortured and humiliated while at Mistress cross. I had my balls bound and weighed down, my nipples, cock and balls adorned with clamps ranging from mild clothespins to agonizing alligator clamps. Mistresses had subjected me to electric shocks, whipped my cock and made me the subject of the laughter of some her slave and associates.

I was wondering what Mistress Leyla would do today - almost dreaming as she had let me stand there quite a while, full of anticipation. Mistress had said that today's session would be different. Suddenly something hard with  rounded corners touched my right arm. I shuddered, wondering what instrument of torture  Mistress held in her hands.

30 Oct 2020

A Halloween Short Story For My Mistress Leyla


At the time, a Halloween fancy dress party had seemed like the perfect excuse for a fun night out and Marie decided she needed a fun night more than anything else in her life. But with it starting within the next hour now she wasn’t quite so sure.

Her week had been hectic to say the least, non-stop work till late every night, and tomorrow she was planning to spend all day with her mother preparing her for the imminent move into a nursing home.

Now she stood in front of the full-length mirror set into the wardrobe door. Her fancy dress costume looked okay, not as good as it did when she’d seen it on her computer screen but then shopping online always led to disappointingly high expectations she thought to herself.

She was dressed in a black catsuit decorated in fluorescent bones making her look like a glowing skeleton in the dark. However under the bright room lights it was very figure-hugging and left her feeling a little exposed. At 37 she still had an enviable figure but felt it was better to dress to suggest than be too blatant. If only she had a black cloak she could wrap around herself, Marie thought, she’d look mysterious, spooky and quite possibly sexy as well.

Once again she considered not going; she could call or even text Joanne and tell her she wasn’t feeling too well. No, she decided she would go and even try to enjoy herself.

“Marie! Lovely to see you, come in,” exclaimed what looked like a half-drunk Joanne leaning perilously out of the front door of the large town house where she lived with her husband Greg. Marie gave her friend a quick hug and the obligatory peck on the cheek and moved past the pile of discarded coats just inside.

28 Oct 2020

Session with Mistress - A BDSM Story


Submitted by Slaveash


It was quite bright when I got out of my house and looked around. There are not many people on the street. It had stopped snowing a few weeks before; you could still feel the nip in the air. My hands were shaking while locking the door. This had less to do with the cold and more out of apprehension of being seen. I was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I was wearing a long overcoat over a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. I had put on my blue 6” stilettos.  Under my clothes I was wearing matching black bra, black lace panties and black lace garter belt holding up my fishnet stockings on my newly shaved legs. I had a medium size anal plug up my rear. I was now ready to meet my Mistress.

I walked to the bus stop and to wait in queue for the bus, with full my concentration on walking properly in these heels. This was a part of my obedience training. I was to take public transport to mistress’s dungeon. Mistress had given me an option of wearing a knee length pleated skirt or 20 stokes of the cane. I decided on the latter. I was not gaining any extra credits today.

It was still early in the day and there was only a lady ahead of me. She smiled at me and we made small conversation on the weather and the transportation network. Her eyes suddenly spotted my shoes, and she gave me an all knowing smile. I continued speaking on the bus network, blushing with embarrassment. I thought I was saved when the bus arrived, but my anxiety only grew when I saw a group of 4 teenage girls in the bus. I quickly found a seat in the front of the bus and sat down. Only then I realised how high the jeans hike up when I sat. I heard one of the girls exclaim loudly. I could see the 4 of them looking in my direction, whispering in each ones ear and giggling. I looked towards them and tried to smile, which made them burst out in laughter. I must have turned a deeper shade of red. My destination bus stop could not have come any sooner. I rushed out of the bus and started walking towards my mistress’s dungeon. What would usually take me around 10 minutes to cover the distance, took me twice as much today while walking in heels with a butt plug up my ass.

22 Oct 2020

When a contract ruins your life. BDSM Story - The Contract

The Contract” by marco may


I awoke in darkness, a hood tied over my head and face. I sat in a chair, my hands tied behind me. The room was cold and damp and I was dressed only in my underwear. Suddenly I heard the loud, unmistakable sound of clicking heels…louder and louder…and then they stopped. I heard breathing and a soft moan: “Mmmmmm, look at my helpless slave, ready for his fate.” A hand ripped off my hood. My eyes adjusted to the light and I gasped at the stunning, powerful figure before me. I had never seen anyone like her…there she stood, towering over me in a long leather coat. She smiled down at me, and then let the coat drop to the floor. I nearly fainted at the sight – A beautiful, powerful woman who made my heart race – she wore the tightest-cinched corset I had ever seen – it gave her a wasp-like waist and pushed her breasts up … they were nearly spilling out of her corset. Her magnificent, toned legs were covered in fishnet stockings with multiple garter suspenders. Her legs were endless and strong, accentuated by sky-high, steel-tipped heels. Her eyes sparkled with evil and power. Where was I – and why?

21 Oct 2020

A Story By Suzann to Mistress


A Story submitted by Suzann....

 

 

I am standing In front of a mirror in the bedroom of a  woman  whose house I rent a room  in. I am wearing her black  nylon panties with lacy insets thinking I am alone in the house.

I suddenly hear a laugh and turn towards the door and see her standing  with a smirk on her face  I am so embarrassed  that I am paralyzed. I  start staring  at the floor afraid to meet her eyes but I know I must look up . I hear her walk towards me. She is older and  very elegant  and I knew she would have  glamorous panties and  even though I fought the urge, I knew it was only a matter of time till I snuck into her bedroom. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself. 

Now I must face her and the fact that I am a sneaky underwear thief . She gave me a slap on the face and it made me look up. I was scared but She  was grinning .  Not much of bulge in the front panty boy. She said. She then pulled the panties down and looked at my undersized penis. Oh my god ! She exclaimed. You're  hardly even a man with a dick like that. No wonder you want to wear  my underwear.. You're  even more of girly boy than I first thought.   Even so I can't have you sneaking around my room.. My things are my things and you have no right to be in here... I started to apologise profusely.. I am so sorry Mrs Lee..I really am I won't do it again   I promise..   while I was apologising I heard the click of a camera phones and I thought  Oh No this can go out on the internet I looked  over  to her as she was snapping away and smiling evilly. Please don't send those out Mrs Lee .I was close to tears and begging. She then said I like embarrassing people.

I  Know a few of your friends on the Internet as well as your employer. I could really see to it that you'd be blushing in public for a long time . I could also call the police and say you were in my room trying to steal  I wouldn't be lying you did take a pair of my panties. I  could only beg her  for forgiveness and I kept it  up. A litany of I am sorry ,Please let me make it up to you, I won't ever do anything like this again. I really needed the room that she let me rent. I couldn't possibly afford  anything else in this town and  I need to be here to work  a job I had just started . A job with a future. SO I  was in dire straits and I told her and begged her. She just looked at me with an indifferent look.. Then  asked me if I always wore women's clothes and stressed that she wanted the truth  or   it would not go well for me. I said that  I really didn't but that I thought of it a lot.. So you like  wearing panties . Do you wearing bras and slips? She   asked. I nodded  She snapped A nod is not an answer! Say it! I said I like wearing slips and bras. And panties she demanded. Yes Mrs lee I like wearing panties.   I suddenly realised  she is videoing me but I had no choice but to go along. Good girl she said.  I felt a thrill at being called a girl by this very feminine and elegant lady and was surprised by it as well considering the circumstances. She said   I have always  liked you.  I thought you were a nice young man slim and  not too masculine perhaps you can now be a nice young lady for me as I think we can both benefit from this turn of events. You can be a girl while you are here and I can use you as a maid or an errand girl.    I entertain a lot people in my  job and some of them I know are quite kinky..  A little sissymaid at some of my parties may go over well. I knew she had a high powered sales job that she was very good at.. I also knew I had to agree but at the same time I was aroused.  I   was going to nod but then said Of course Mrs Lee anything I can do to help.  She seemed pleased. Then looked at me sternly  If one of my  clients wants to fondle your ass while you're serving drinks you had better giggle and put up with it... I was a little bit dismayed I never thought about sex with men.  Huh Sissy she demanded.. I knew I had to agree and was worried why I was feeling frisky. Yes Mrs Lee I said. Mrs Lee then added I have a lot of gay and bi clients as well  some very kinky older women and you're going to be a darling to them.  Aren't you sweetie ?  I hope it won't entail me having sex with them I  said . Wondering where I found the courage..

Mrs Lee gave me a very stern look. It will if I say so sissy. Trust me sissy if you like wearing panties you won't mind getting on your knees once in a while. After all I wear panties and I had to do it... Do you think you're better. ? Do you?  I had to say no.. Say it again She demanded.. No Mrs lee  I am not better than you.  She then rubbed my cheek with her hand.. I can find a dildo for you to practise on cutie and we can practise makeup and walking in heels and curtsying . You'll be glad to know I'll get you the girliest panties I can find along with  some knockout sissymaid outfits. You won't have to pay it will be a business expense for me.. . I Knew that I should thank her and I did.  She winked at me.  Don't worry sissypoo she said You'll  more than earn it back for me

Practice makes perfect

Resulting form the lack of effectiveness in work while wearing shackles, I did promise Mistress to practice more at home when I have time an...