While I am most definitely submissive most of the time, my former dom and I are exploring my more dominant side as well. A switch himself, he asked me to blog fantasies of myself as a domme--in detail. Here's my first exploration.

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I slam the car door shut loud enough to alert you that I'm home and take my time getting my bags from the trunk. With all the warning I'm giving you, you'd better be on your knees, waiting to welcome me as soon as I get in the door. Last time you...

My former dom (referred to below as Sir) had told me he intended to stretch my pussy as well as my asshole (which got put through a hard session earlier as you can read here). The knowledge of what was about to come had this denied little slut squirming for days now.


Part 1 - Worked up

I usually try to work my way through the session as it happened, so you get to live vicariously through me ;-) but this time I'd be remiss not to mention that I'm currently sitting in front...

Yesterday's session was intense. So intense in fact that I couldn't write the report after because I was too exhausted to form another sentence. That's telling for someone who loves to write...

This past week, I've been yearning to be punished. Maybe it has to do with the stress I'm under at work and in my personal life. When Sir (my former dom) asked me to describe a fantasy to Him while I was grinding my XL butt plug with pegs on my nipples, clit and tongue, the one I came up with was...

Related to my recent thread requesting extreme dares for this weekend when I'll be home alone, providing some additional detail for the 'Pain Game' that was one of the more popular poll options.

Please feel free to suggest edits to the below game and I will incorporate when I play at the weekend

How it works

1. Shuffle two identical decks of cards, so each number is repeated 8 times + 4 Jokers
2. Pick up a random card and perform the associated action below
3. Continue until

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I lay on the bed, face down, skirt pulled up, panties torn off, backside exposed. "Please, Sir", I begged. He swung the paddle. Smack. I cried in pain. "Don't move your hands", he ordered. "Please, it hurts!", I whimpered. Smack. Forty eight more. Each paddle stroke pushed me deeper into pain. Yet, my crotch throbbed, dripping wet. My face was flushed. He kissed me as I lay there crying, too weak to get up.

Boyfriend lives an hour away. That doesn't sound like much, but driving an hour there and then an hour back is exhausting and my car is ancient and doesn't like doing that drive very often. Boyfriend doesn't do that drive well and doesn't like coming to my town at all because it's a college town and he has an aggressive personality that doesn't play well with stupid college kids, so I usually drive to him to keep him happy. Add to that the hectic schedule I'm keeping in addition to Boyfriend's schedule...

I have been feeling a bit homesick lately (being 3000 miles away from the place you grew up, all your friends and family is hard) and it is especially difficult because my birthday is coming up. Asslvr and I are going to try and keep some of my birthday traditions, but it will be a different year for me.

However, instead of getting down, I am going to try and view it as a good thing. I mean, at least I get to be here with my love and we get to celebrate...