BDSM Writing Challenge

[MissTaken]

Great idea, Hecate and it is good to see you.



Describe a novice's first scene in poetry or prose.
Try not to use the first person perspective.

 

[Hecate]

A Novice Domme:

Her eyes sparkle, her heart races – and her hands tremble as she ties the final knot, turning her love helpless and at her mercy for the first time. No more pretence – it is for real this time.

A heartbeat of hesitation before the first “swish” of soft leather strands of the flogger fill the air. No signs mark the white spotless skin underneath - yet… too hesitant and careful her hand administers the strokes – too new the surges of power to allow them to run free.

Some moans later the tremble has gone and the welts have appeared … initiated!

 

[AngelicAssassin]

she kneels quietly as the shower runs, facing away and outside a closed bathroom door. His simple command put her there. her heart races as she looks at the exit door.

The water stops.

The bathroom door opens.

Steam rolls out, over her back, the humidity beginning to curl her hair. her body trembles as she hears the low voiced command ...

"Present."

The world falls away and she feels free.

 

[Guest]

 

[Netzach]

The shoe in question was a stack-heeled maryjane. It had gone from Minneapolis to Chicago by bus inside a suitcase, in a wide proletariat arc that would ultimately land in New York. Kids would scream all the way from Chicago to New York, but that hadn't happened yet. It was totally quiet for the moment.

The room had light berber carpet, as all hotels seem to, from the tattiest to the nicest, and this hotel was nice.

Next to the shoe was a head. A bald head posessed of an exceptionally smooth, boyish, delicate face. A face of such sensitivity you'd swear the man in question was 30 and not 42, or possibly younger...were it not for the fine lines that give in to close scrutiny, at the corners of the green green eyes.

The shoe, for the fist time in its startled existence, was graced with the soft, lush, loving wetness of the mans' lips and tongue. Like an old maid in her life's late and only kiss, the shoe found it a transcendant, rare, Busby Berkeley moment, perfect.

 

[scooterbum]

A spanking being delivered or received

a little ditty for fun...

smooth and supple..the draw back.... hiss....
groan....strain, squirm... draw back hiss ...jerk
ahhh am i mad or melting...draw back hiss..
twitch....ow is not a safeword....draw back..
hiss...climax.....snuggle.....draw down.....

 

[snowy ciara]

Great idea, Hecate and it is good to see you.



Describe a novice's first scene in poetry or prose.
Try not to use the first person perspective.

She waits in hushed silence, heartbeat sounding like the tide in her ears. Her eyes blink furiously beneath the blindfold, even though the effort is fruitless. The a/c wafts across goosefleshed skin, sending a voluptuous shudder through her frame.

A large hand, warm, caresses her cheek, the Voice reminds her to hold still. The scent of leather and candlewax and the taste of fear in the back of throat makes her whimper. Again the hand, this time brushing back her hair, as the Voice reminds her to hush.. Then he moves, to continue his preparations. Finally, she feels him standing over her.

"Are you ready, little girl?" says the Voice.

Unable to speak, she simply nods, and the games begin.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Smiling in memory

I enjoy supporting the arts...BUMP

i do too. Maybe MissT will make a rare appearance from her night owl work and toss in a topic with forbidden words if this bumps.

 

[MoonduskSub]

My attempt

Great idea, Hecate and it is good to see you.



Describe a novice's first scene in poetry or prose.
Try not to use the first person perspective.

Every now and again I like to attempt these writing challenges. They are definitely fun. I look forward to feedback, good and bad if ya'll want. Otherwise, enjoy.
Muah!
Moonie

You feel his fingers trail your skin which sang,
to him, as you arch, moan, and fall into a space.
Darkness and light collide in catastropic bang,
his fingers trailing ever so lightly again, your heart in a steady race.

Your skin dances beneath the rough pads of his fingers,
a chill running through you,
You can not help but beg,
For the next thing He can do to you.

Touching, teasing your flesh, he makes you realize this isn't the end,
but a begining of domination,
It's a sudden realization is like a foggy window finally opened,
A new start, a heavenly combination.

 

[Ms_Toy]

I'll play.

Great idea, Hecate and it is good to see you.



Describe a novice's first scene in poetry or prose.
Try not to use the first person perspective.

Darkness engulfs her as she waits. Her mind races as she anticipates the first touch, first caress, first quiver of skn. The journey to this time in her life had been long and challenging. But she was finally here.

Was that the air brushing across her burning skin? Or the feathery touch of the crop she had seen so many times before, about to mark her for the first time.

She breaths deep to clear her scattered thoughts.

"Are you ready, little one?"

Her breath catches as her palms moisten, it is about to begin.

"Yes," she whispers on the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

And so, her journey began.

 

[snowy ciara]

Anyone care to toss out a new challenge?

 

[Joe Schmoe]

Her eyes widen upon recognition

A rod

Smoother than a baby's butt
as thin as a whisper
alive, always moving.

She knows the rod

The baton

In the hands of the one
To direct her performance

She will perform for him
An audience of one
To dance for him
To sing for him

She will free her passion
To please her maestro
To excite her audience

Dressed only in tears.
And rose red welts

 

[Kajira Callista]

Her eyes widen upon recognition

A rod

Smoother than a baby's butt
as thin as a whisper
alive, always moving.

She knows the rod

The baton

In the hands of the one
To direct her performance

She will perform for him
An audience of one
To dance for him
To sing for him

She will free her passion
To please her maestro
To excite her audience

Dressed only in tears.
And rose red welts

*fans self*

 

[Joe Schmoe]

Bump...because I like this thread and it should not die

 

[RJMasters]

The challenge:

To write a paragraph or poem where each sentence starts with a letter from the acronym:

H E R S U B M I S S I O N

That is 13 sentences or lines.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

H E R S U B M I S S I O N

However which way you want to look at it, it was to be.
Even she could not deny it and he would not let her.
Running his fingetips along her tapered neck, encased in leather, he only smiled.
She knew what was running though that mind of his.
Under his control, under his rule, under him.
Born into it, he had told her.
Made to be at the feet of a man he had said.
In the collar of a man.
Serving him as he desired.
Servicing him as he desired
Immersing herself into the very essence of what she was.
Owned by him; heart, mind, body and soul.
Now she knew, with every fiber of her being, that was where she belonged.

 

[RJMasters]

Dang Joe nicely done...smokin!

However which way you want to look at it, it was to be.
Even she could not deny it and he would not let her.
Running his fingetips along her tapered neck, encased in leather, he only smiled.
She knew what was running though that mind of his.
Under his control, under his rule, under him.
Born into it, he had told her.
Made to be at the feet of a man he had said.
In the collar of a man.
Serving him as he desired.
Servicing him as he desired
Immersing herself into the very essence of what she was.
Owned by him; heart, mind, body and soul.
Now she knew, with every fiber of her being, that was where she belonged.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

Dang Joe nicely done...smokin!

Thank you my friend, thank you.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

The challenge:

To write a paragraph or poem where each sentence starts with a letter from the acronym:

H E R S U B M I S S I O N

That is 13 sentences or lines.

Here I am
Entangled
Respite in his arms
Softly my tears spill
Unravelling freely before him
Bound in comfort
My fingers shift
I feel him cradle them
Slowly into the haze, falling
Spiralling then his hard embrace
I have no fear
Only now at peace
No secrets live here

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Dang Joe nicely done...smokin!

^^^ what he said but with a girly voice and less drawl.....

 

[Joe Schmoe]

^^^ what he said but with a girly voice and less drawl.....

You're all too kind.

Take a bow rebecca

Bravo ~standing ovation~

Your's is very nice. There is a softness that runs through your's. Something I rarely achieve.

 

[alice_underneath]

The challenge:

To write a paragraph or poem where each sentence starts with a letter from the acronym:

H E R S U B M I S S I O N

That is 13 sentences or lines.

Her lips are slightly parted, and her breath comes quickly. Every muscle in her slender body quivers as she stands for inspection before him. Rosy peaks above smooth white skin. Soft auburn hair, and eyes that gaze at him in adoration. Unable to control her body, she trembles with anticipation and desire. But then the demon within her wakes to growl and bite at her soul. Memories of her own body haunt her. Images of youthful beauty assault her consciousness.... actresses and models.... avatars and calendar girls.... the star of every erotic story she has ever read. She is forty five years old, and her demon shrieks and flails inside her head. She struggles to keep the turmoil off her face. "Is anything wrong?" he asks, lifting her chin with his fingers. Overcome by the gentle power of his touch, she hesitates before answering. "No, Sir," she whispers, hoping he will not catch the lie.

 

[RJMasters]

Here I am
Entangled
Respite in his arms
Softly my tears spill
Unravelling freely before him
Bound in comfort
My fingers shift
I feel him cradle them
Slowly into the haze falling
Spiralling then his hard embrace
I have no fear
Only now at peace
No secrets live here

Lovely Rebecca

Very well done.

 

[RJMasters]

Not sure what to make of that Alice, interesting though, a struggle, a failing to be honest, fears and insecurities...and yet...how real indeed.

Her lips are slightly parted, and her breath comes quickly. Every muscle in her slender body quivers as she stands for inspection before him. Rosy peaks above smooth white skin. Soft auburn hair, and eyes that gaze at him in adoration. Unable to control her body, she trembles with anticipation and desire. But then the demon within her wakes to growl and bite at her soul. Memories of her own body haunt her. Images of youthful beauty assault her consciousness.... actresses and models.... avatars and calendar girls.... the star of every erotic story she has ever read. She is forty five years old, and her demon shrieks and flails inside her head. She struggles to keep the turmoil off her face. "Is anything wrong?" he asks, lifting her chin with his fingers. Overcome by the gentle power of his touch, she hesitates before answering. "No, Sir," she whispers, hoping he will not catch the lie.

 

[alice_underneath]

Not sure what to make of that Alice, interesting though, a struggle, a failing to be honest, fears and insecurities...and yet...how real indeed.

A failing? Hey! Cut me some slack here, Mr. Masters - that's the first piece of fiction I've written since high school!

Seriously, though... when I sat down to write, I was trying to imagine - as honestly and realistically as possible - what it would feel like to submit this way for the first time.

This was honest imagination - not fantasy - if you know what I mean.

As far as insecurities go... hmmm... how can I explain this?

I did not know about BDSM until I was 44. Literally - I had not even heard of dominance and submission. For 30 years, I had fantasies of being "forced" to do things sexually (no pain involved; always lots of pleasure; but I was never even remotely in control).

For 30 years, I thought I was a perverted freak for having sick fantasies of rape.

Then one day - totally by accident - I stumbled upon a website discussing BDSM. Not a porn site, but one that discussed dominance & submission in a respectful way. I read ever word of that website. Then I started looking for more.

Have you read many of the Lit BDSM stories? I have. There are many, many tales of Doms in their 40s & 50s. But the girls are always young and beautiful. Sure, you might say - this is fantasy! But that's exactly the point. Fantasy depicts what is ultimately desired, does it not?

I have no idea as to the age of those who post here. But most of the avatars indicate that female posters either are - or are imagining themselves to be - young and beautiful. Why do you think that is?

Keep in mind that I do not actually know anyone who is active in this lifestyle. It is as if I am outside, looking through a window into a room I have never entered. And what I see is a room full of powerful men of all ages... and lovely young women.

The age insecurity that surfaced when I responded to your writing challenge surprised me. I am a very attractive 45-year-old woman, who is not shy about telling people her age and usually never gives it a second thought. But after drafting that paragragh, I had to spend a fortune at Victoria's Secret to feel sexy again! Sheesh!!!

As an excercise in self-introspection, it ended up being quite an expensive episode for me!

Thanks for the feedback, RJ. I hope this helps you understand "what to make of it."

Alice