How others see us. Examples.

[Kajira Callista]

Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt there. Very noble of you.

If I spoke up against a smooshy romantic "my master cherishes me so much and tends to his precious subslutslave like a rose," there would still be the people who would disagree with me and support said relationship. Likewise when we dissect a violent, barely-consensual scene and many express disgust at what turns lots other people on. That's what's fun--we AREN'T all the same. My suggestion came because in any good experiment, you should have a control group (no pun intended). Compare an insider's perspective with an outsider. See the differences. See the individual merits. Viewing one side gives only limited results, so I thought it would be more fair to take a cross-slice and see what we find.

Does that sound a little less inflammatory? I do so hope it does. I'd hate to piss anybody off, just HATE to.

And incidentally, I would not myself post a story directly against someone's wishes, legal or not. But that's my posting.

Im going to be daring. I have two stories, both toned down and written to be more appealing to the public in general. Im a masochist so tearing me up is actually fun to me and a few votes wouldnt be so bad.

 

[InnerDarkness]

Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt there. Very noble of you.

If I spoke up against a smooshy romantic "my master cherishes me so much and tends to his precious subslutslave like a rose," there would still be the people who would disagree with me and support said relationship. Likewise when we dissect a violent, barely-consensual scene and many express disgust at what turns lots other people on. That's what's fun--we AREN'T all the same. My suggestion came because in any good experiment, you should have a control group (no pun intended). Compare an insider's perspective with an outsider. See the differences. See the individual merits. Viewing one side gives only limited results, so I thought it would be more fair to take a cross-slice and see what we find.

Does that sound a little less inflammatory? I do so hope it does. I'd hate to piss anybody off, just HATE to.

And incidentally, I would not myself post a story directly against someone's wishes, legal or not. But that's my posting.

This was kind of my thinking even though I did not really address it earlier.

Everyone always says that your own BDSM journey is how you construct it and what you make of it with your partner(s). I have been told numerous times by different people not to view my own relationships and experiences through the lens of another's experiences.

For me, the same thing applies to writing. When someone writes about SM or D/s or BDSM in general, I don't really care if they are in the lifestyle or viewing it from afar, because it is their own perspective. I care more about the writing, the grammar, the flow of the piece of work.

If we start deciding who has a better understanding of the lifestyle, or who can capture a better essence of what emotion and feeling is involved, then aren't we potentially saying they know best? If we do that, then doesn't it takes away the individuality of each of our experiences?

I know best for me. You know best for you. Whether your experience gets me off or strikes a chord with a majority of the people on the board doesn't matter to me, but your writing ability does.

 

[Pure]

Hi People, [and Note to Inner D; Note to Perdita.]

This is the voice of evil. Draw near.

Francisco said,

For example would I be of the same kind of material that Pure is, which thank god I am not, I could start a thread about Pure’s insults to others looking through his 3000 + posts for flaws, mistakes and contradictions. It would be completely in my freedom and I would be protected by the same rules Pure is using. I for one will not lower myself to that level.

Francisco.

Francisco, of course you are of superior material. Almost, shall I say, ... 'domly'.

Being of pure shit, as a perceptive poster said, I sometimes lose sight of that.

I'm sorry the experiment in civility lasted only six hours, till the above explosion. I took your 'civility' and 'civil discussion' idea seriously, at the time.

Had you been capable of extending politeness for a bit longer and stopping legal threats, and issuing bogus announcements about what you think forum rules mean, I would have taken down Perd's text, and just put the url's. I notified you to that effect. For now it will have to remain as a test case for Laurel's decision. That must be the effect of your accusations.

I can't promise it, but generally I will do that--use urls in future-- when a sensitive and --how to say this-- righteously outspoken--'vanilla' author is involved, who declines permission. Quotings of paras. is entirely adequate, where a work is crappy writing, to demonstrate the point.

Quint and KC. I have a line on two non bdsm persons' stories. I'd prefer to keep the thread on that path. Please, for now, post stories (or their url's) by bdsm people in another thread, or in the other thread I'm associated with, SMACK.

NOTE: I have in the opening para of the thread, clarified what the intent is and was: I meant to look at a piece of writing as an literary effort to capture something essential about bdsm. The aim is NOT: To determine if the pornerotica accurately reflects the life of Francisco, Netzach, or Catalina. A fantasy or short story is not a docudrama; jounalistic accuracy--accurate reflection of day to day bdsm 'lifestyle,' --is NOT the issue. Understanding of sm 'deviate' motivation, mindset, and feeling, is. Along with writerly skill in conveying them, which is to say, literary quality, narrative skill, 'hooking' the reader.

Indeed, looking at the comments posted by me and sunfox to date should make that clear. (With the exception of N, almost the only ones to talk about the work in question.)

Note to inner darkness:
ID:I know best for me. You know best for you. Whether your experience gets me off or strikes a chord with a majority of the people on the board doesn't matter to me, but your writing ability does.

The uniqueness of your experiences or your personal tastes are not at issue; nor is a uniform view of SM and other deviations proposed. What's said above echoes your stress on literary value and, I would add, insight, including by way of fantasy, into the human condition.


Note to perdita: I appreciate the civility of your note, but for now the thread will stay. ANY topic is open, including your stories. The QUOTING of large text blocks is not vital, and could be replaced with urls. That could have already occurred, in fact, had the insults, accusations, and threats (from others) abated just a little.

Best,



For those who've contributed substance:

 

[Quint]

Notta prob, Pure. Your thread, your call. If I decide the compare/contrast sort of thing is worth it, I'll hoist my idea onto new ground to keep this one on the track you wish.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I'm sure Americandemon didn't like it when MlleLeBleuPen started a thread to rant about what a shitty writer he is and how he's a domestic violence report waiting to happen. Tough for him. He put it out there and she had a right to say what she liked.

yowza!

back in the knife drawer, Mz. Sharp!

 

[Netzach]

WHERES MY REALDOLL?????


Honestly people, this is so far from whatever was originally said that I don't even remember what was originally said.

I think the gesture was tacky, perhaps. To just up and paste the text on a forum, but fuck, if I had stories on Lit I'd assume that they might get pasted up on a forum by people who do or don't like me.

When tacky became illegal, God knows. If it is, then reality TV participants will soon be filling the jails.

 

[rosco rathbone]

They make male realdolls, but only of the very buffed and large-tooled variety.

Customers such as you, Netz, who prefer pee-shy Yo La Tengo fans, are current SOL.

I have an email in to the CEO to rectify the situation.

 

[Netzach]

I don't want a BOY one, sheesh.
















*pee shy Yo La Tengo fans...giggle giggle*

 

[InnerDarkness]

I don't want a BOY one, sheesh.

*jumps up and down*

I'll take one!!!!

 

[Master_Vassago]

Hi People, [and Note to Inner D; Note to Perdita.]

This is the voice of evil. Draw near.

Francisco said,

For example would I be of the same kind of material that Pure is, which thank god I am not, I could start a thread about Pure’s insults to others looking through his 3000 + posts for flaws, mistakes and contradictions. It would be completely in my freedom and I would be protected by the same rules Pure is using. I for one will not lower myself to that level.

Francisco.

Francisco, of course you are of superior material. Almost, shall I say, ... 'domly'.

Being of pure shit, as a perceptive poster said, I sometimes lose sight of that.

I'm sorry the experiment in civility lasted only six hours, till the above explosion. I took your 'civility' and 'civil discussion' idea seriously, at the time.

Had you been capable of extending politeness for a bit longer and stopping legal threats, and issuing bogus announcements about what you think forum rules mean, I would have taken down Perd's text, and just put the url's. I notified you to that effect. For now it will have to remain as a test case for Laurel's decision. That must be the effect of your accusations.

I can't promise it, but generally I will do that--use urls in future-- when a sensitive and --how to say this-- righteously outspoken--'vanilla' author is involved, who declines permission. Quotings of paras. is entirely adequate, where a work is crappy writing, to demonstrate the point.

Quint and KC. I have a line on two non bdsm persons' stories. I'd prefer to keep the thread on that path. Please, for now, post stories (or their url's) by bdsm people in another thread, or in the other thread I'm associated with, SMACK.

NOTE: I have in the opening para of the thread, clarified what the intent is and was: I meant to look at a piece of writing as an literary effort to capture something essential about bdsm. The aim is NOT: To determine if the pornerotica accurately reflects the life of Francisco, Netzach, or Catalina. A fantasy or short story is not a docudrama; jounalistic accuracy--accurate reflection of day to day bdsm 'lifestyle,' --is NOT the issue. Understanding of sm 'deviate' motivation, mindset, and feeling, is. Along with writerly skill in conveying them, which is to say, literary quality, narrative skill, 'hooking' the reader.

Indeed, looking at the comments posted by me and sunfox to date should make that clear. (With the exception of N, almost the only ones to talk about the work in question.)

Note to inner darkness:
ID:I know best for me. You know best for you. Whether your experience gets me off or strikes a chord with a majority of the people on the board doesn't matter to me, but your writing ability does.

The uniqueness of your experiences or your personal tastes are not at issue; nor is a uniform view of SM and other deviations proposed. What's said above echoes your stress on literary value and, I would add, insight, including by way of fantasy, into the human condition.


Note to perdita: I appreciate the civility of your note, but for now the thread will stay. ANY topic is open, including your stories. The QUOTING of large text blocks is not vital, and could be replaced with urls. That could have already occurred, in fact, had the insults, accusations, and threats (from others) abated just a little.

Best,



For those who've contributed substance:

I care not to go back through and read everything said but let me state this from your post Pure.

Perdita while at all times should be considered a worthy ally or foe shouldn't be attacked because she is "vanilla" or otherwise. She is upstanding and has never shown anything but truth, knowledge and an ability to write beyond belief.

Who chose you to attack everyone? In my experience Francisco has always just spoken the truth and his feelings and his knowledge again seems to be right on the mark where I have gone to investigate.

You are going to alienate yourself and that's a mistake you need not make around here.

As for attacking InnerDarkness, why? She only offered another point of view.

Those who cannot defend their position attack others. You're befalling your own shortcomings here and I would recommend a ceasefire. The nice thing is if you attack Laurel or cross the line of the law here, you can simply be banned from the site.

Think about all of this before more stupid remarks flow from your fingertips Pure.

 

[rosco rathbone]

netz:

When they start making the kind of flat-chested but rather ass-0-licious tomboy bitch girl submissive fake lesbian realdoll with boy haircut, tatoos, overalls, thong and wifebeater that floats my boat..I'll let ya know.














*pee shy Yo La Tengo fans...giggle giggle* [/B][/QUOTE]

 

[rosco rathbone]

You are going to alienate yourself and that's a mistake you need not make around here.

.

LOL

It's too late , Masta Vagasso!

The man has done totally alientated himself, going back at least 2 years.......

 

[bridgeburner]

Alienation?

Can we get an anal probe with that?


-B

 

[Pure]

The Master said,


MV: You're befalling your own shortcomings here

I suppose. I guess I've never befallen my shortcomings before.

and I would recommend a ceasefire.


I proposed one to Francisco a couple days ago, got no reply, but fresh insults.

The nice thing is if you attack Laurel or cross the line of the law here, you can simply be banned from the site.

That's a silly thing to say. Laurel believes in free speech, and "Laurel is a cunt" threads exist in GB. She's less thin skinned than some 'artists,' like yourself no doubt.

In any case, I've written twice, setting out the facts, asking for a ruling and saying I'll abide it.

In the meantime I've proposed--and propose now--a 'good will' resolution of the matter to perd and FranCat, involving
1) taking down the story itself and putting urls;
2) continued respectful discussion of the story by those who want;
3) posting of another story for discussion;
4) cessation of flaming and insults here and elsewhere, by perd, pals, and FranCat;
5) general 'ignore' policy among the main antagonists where civility isn't possible.

From perd, even, I've sensed an openness to some parts of this proposal. Francisco, of lawyerly aspirations, wants to pursue the legal angle. If a legalistic approach more than a 'good will' sensible adult approach is desired, so be it.

Best regards,

J.

PS I'll let inner-d say if she's been insulted. No doubt she'll appreciate your 'masterful' intervention
====

The Master issued the following judgment on the case at hand:

I care not to go back through and read everything said but let me state this from your post Pure.

Perdita while at all times should be considered a worthy ally or foe shouldn't be attacked because she is "vanilla" or otherwise. She is upstanding and has never shown anything but truth, knowledge and an ability to write beyond belief.

Who chose you to attack everyone? In my experience Francisco has always just spoken the truth and his feelings and his knowledge again seems to be right on the mark where I have gone to investigate.

You are going to alienate yourself and that's a mistake you need not make around here.

As for attacking InnerDarkness, why? She only offered another point of view.

Those who cannot defend their position attack others. You're befalling your own shortcomings here and I would recommend a ceasefire. The nice thing is if you attack Laurel or cross the line of the law here, you can simply be banned from the site.

Think about all of this before more stupid remarks flow from your fingertips Pure.

 

[Pure]

For my birthday, rr,

And to help me cool down from all the heat of evil, I'd like something from that $3000 doll place; I believe Perd (psychic as always) posted the url. In response to demand, I see that just the torso is available for something like $1500. It's also easier to ship.

Not being as much into mouthfucking as you, I can live with the two orifices, and the squishy bum and 'front bum'.

J.

 

[bridgeburner]

Jeez, Pure, I'm sure we could find you a toothless, catatonic whore for a whole lot less.

Or I've got a neighbor willing to eat her way out of a cake for you.


-B

 

[Pure]

catatonic... yes there's a kink that gotten far too little attention. i prefer the 'wax' type, myself. but then again some of my dates from 'state college' have been pretty damn passive.... musta been the **ruffies.

J

**consensual, of course.

 

[InnerDarkness]

PS I'll let inner-d say if she's been insulted. No doubt she'll appreciate your 'masterful' intervention

I actually DO appreciate his "masterful" intervention as MV happens to be a good friend of mine and also an online interest of mine for a while now...I would even venture to call him "Sir" in public when in a good mood

as for whether I felt insulted by your comment...I don't rightly know. You are much too cryptic for me at times Pure, but I didn't see it as an out-an-out slap, so my feathers aren't ruffled.

 

[CharleyH]

^^^^Pure is happy as a pig in shit after this beat down.

get a freakin room, ya'll.

before I actually post - Roscoe - you are always amazing to me

 

[CharleyH]

OMG Pure!!! Your orgininal post was such a piece of boring garbage - I couldn't really get through it , so didn't quote it Always people - that long winded BS their way thru posts - like you apparently, are on the defensive for a hard on. But - lada - lada - in your ever so intersting dull and defensive way - YAWN - yawn - sleepy: get a debate instead of a defense babe. Defense just shows your submission . . . . your BS shows well . . . or maybe your too - ho hum - dull to guess? And way too dull for me to post again .

WHERE are the rolling eys when I need them?

 

[Pure]

Thanks for dropping in Charley.

Puppy love is so touching; definitely NOT boring:

-----
Charley to Perd: Bon nuit mon ami, mon amour

:smile:

Perd to Charley: That's all that counts, lovey. Sweet dreams,
:stick out tongue: :lips:

[Charley to Perd]
:smile: :lips:

-----
To reply to your insights, in your lingo:



Bon nuit and au reservoir to you too,

J.

 

[InnerDarkness]

Is this thread ever going to get back to its original purpose? (Or perhaps has it already achieved it??)

Perhaps a new thread could be started where folks offer up excerpts of their stories (or find other authors to ask to excerpt from) and we can go from there.

I would personally be willing to, except that my stories really haven't yet focused on BDSM or SM specifically because I have so little real life experience with it, and I have trouble creating a plausible narrative. My stories mostly deal with emotion and crap...and who wants to read about that? LOL!!

 

[Pure]

[A Little Submissive" volunteered by Debbie

A Volunteer --Debbie

Story: A Little Submissive

Please let's look at this offering. Those wishing to praise friends or insult enemies and can do so in PM or other threads. Let's be charitable, but not mushy; and on topic.

Debbie is the author of more than a dozen posted stories at Lit. over the past couple years and has kindly volunteered this one for commentary. She has researched the matters she writes of, and can use constructive feedback. She may post some questions of her own, besides these, following.


Consider some possible questions, esp. if you have experience as a 'sub' or 'domme' esp. if you began online: To what extent is the story a fantasy? At whom is it aimed? Does the shift from cyber to real life sound plausible? Is the 'dom' plausible as a fantasy and/or real figure? Are the feelings of Sandy, her new 'submissive identity' plausible?

Do you have the feeling her hopes are to be fulfilled? What is the narrator's stance in relation to Sandy? What literary techniques are used? What is the quality and impact, including erotic, of writing, and why?

"A Little Submissive,"

(c) by Debbie (reproduced by permission; excepts about 70%; summarized parts in [[xx]]; some paragraph breaks added for ease of on screen reading.)

http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/showstory.php?id=16837


Looking in the mirror Sandy was surprised at the reflection looking back at her. Her long silky blonde hair was pulled back and up into a ponytail with a small hairtie. A few tendrils of her hair loose, brushing against her pretty face. Her dark blue eyes twinkling back at her as she smiled. With the money he had sent her she had been able to send away for things she had never dreamed of owning. The new makeup, new shoes, a new handbag, all ordered from a mail order catalogue.

The little money she had earned from working in the bookshop was quickly spent on living expenses and small odds and ends. She could never have afforded these expensive things. Sandy had tried to keep up with the fashions from the magazines, buying material from the small corner store, copying the patterns from the magazines. But it was just not the same as the lovely outfits the pretty models wore.


Sandy was surprised at how well the new clothes fitted her, smiling as she had thought, at the time, how strange it was that he had wanted her measurements. Sandy smoothed her hands over the lovely soft material of the tight skirt he had sent her. It was a lot shorter than she normally wore but it was lovely. And the black silk top matched the skirt.


She felt a little odd at not wearing a bra, not that she was well endowed but her small pert breasts were used to the feel of a bra. Sandy moved a little in front of the mirror, her nipples were rubbing against the material of the silk shirt and beginning to stiffen. She turned admiring the way the tight skirt showed the outline of her small bottom. Her new shoes went well with the new clothes. Sandy felt a cool breeze blow up her skirt and up across her newly shaved pussy, she shivered a little as the cool breeze reached her pantyless bottom, feeling a small thrill as she blushed at the thought of wearing no panties out in public. A tiny tingle went through her.


Sandy looked at her watch. Another gift from him. She smiled as she thought of him. It had all started when the small library had finally got a computer. The old librarian had tutted as it arrived, muttering about new technology and it being the downfall of the old proven ways. Wanting nothing to do with it she had told Sandy to read up on what to do with it. Sandy had pored over the instruction books. Reading well into the night. Finally after days of reading and re reading the books she felt she was ready to turn the computer on. From then on she was hooked.


Ordering the latest computer magazines and putting the advice for beginners into practice Sandy learnt very quickly. Reading in a magazine about the Internet and all the information available online she managed to persuade the local council members that this too was a necessity to keep the children of their small town in touch with the outside world. The old librarian refused to have anything to do with it. Ignoring it. Leaving it idle unless Sandy used it. Preferring to serve people the old way, happily stamping their books.


For Sandy it opened up her eyes and brought her hours of enjoyment. She would work at the bookshop during the day and volunteered at the library till closing time and then she would lock up for the librarian, staying on to use the net. Finding out all about email, chat rooms, so many different and interesting things.[...] [[She discovers ICQ]][...][[She finds porno sites; is turned on by them; gets on ICQ, makes contacts]]


Tim in particular was funny and interesting. He had randomly found her and they chatted about each other's lives. He didn't seem to mind that she was not quite 18 and lived in a very small town thousand and thousands of miles away from her. Sandy was becoming turned on by what she saw and read. Sandy found that she could talk to Tim about anything. He was kind. After a month of chatting back and forth he sent her a photo of himself on ICQ. He had kind eyes and a lovely smile. Sandy liked what she saw. It didn't matter to her that he was a lot older than her. He was a good person.

Sandy begged the council for a cheap digital camera and scanner, gaining the local school teachers help to convince them that this equipment was a necessity. The council begrudgingly gave the money. Sandy sent away for the new equipment. When it arrived Sandy rushed through the small amount of work she needed to do and installed the new software after hooking them both up. That night she sent Tim a photo of her. Tim ICQ'ed her back. Telling her she was a very pretty young woman. Sandy was pleased by Tim's compliments on her looks.

That night he told her he had sent her a birthday present. It would arrive soon. The next day Sandy went to the post office to find to her delight that a parcel had arrived from him. There was also another parcel there for her. She didn't recognize the sender's address. She ran all the way to the boarding house where she had lived since her parents had passed away.


Sandy slammed the door to her room and quickly unwrapped the parcel from Tim first. . Inside was a small jewelry box with a brightly wrapped gift inside. Sand excitedly ripped off the paper. She opened the lid to find a beautiful rose gold colored watch that looked like a bangle. Tucked underneath a small card. "To Sandy, so you will always know the time and think of me, your friend Tim."

Sandy was thrilled, the watch was the most beautiful gift she had ever been given. Propping the card from Tim on her dressing table. Sandy opened the next parcel to find a box with a cellphone inside. A plain card enclosed with it, instructions and a receipt. "Please find enclosed a cellphone ordered by Mr. Tim Stockman. ..." [[She's very pleased and thinks she may be the only one in town with one. She puts it on 'charge.']]


The next morning Sandy placed the bangle watch on her wrist. Admiring the thin band on her slender wrist. Sandy slipped the cellphone into her jeans pocket. Almost dancing to work. The day passes quickly and Sandy eagerly turned on the computer. Checking her email she finds that Tim has sent her an e card. Clicking on the ecard the link takes her straight to the card he has picked for her. Sandy smiles as the card loads showing a couple kissing. To Sandy with love and kisses on your birthday. Just then her cellphone rings." Hello?"

"Sandy? It's Tim." His deep voice came through to her. Sandy was thrilled to hear his voice. She had wondered what his voice sounded like ."Did you like the presents?" "Yes Tim thank you so much!" They talked for a little while both reluctant to go but Tim persuading her they would talk again but not for too long as it was expensive and he was paying the bill. Sandy said goodbye. Holding the cellphone close as they hung up. Almost straight away Sandy's ICQ flashed. It was Tim already. "I miss you." She typed back." I'm glad we talked."


That night they chatted till the wee small hours. Tim telling her more about himself. He had been married but it had not worked out. He had no children but was hoping to find the right women to settle down with and have kids. She telling him that she wanted to leave the small town she lived in. He asked her what she was doing apart from chatting with him. A little guiltily she told him she was reading erotic stories. for awhile there was no response from Tim. "Do you like to read erotic stories?" She paused. What would he think of her? "Yes." She typed back. "Do they turn you on?" "Sometimes." She answered him. "Me too." Sandy was relieved.

"Do you touch yourself?" Sandy blushed but told him. "I do." [...][[Tom does not pursue the matter, but says hes going out of town, and suggests she check a site called 'A Master's Realm.']]


Sandy read very carefully. Reading the webmaster's personal story about how he first found out that he was a Master. Reading his description of Dominant/ submissive. Submit: To yield to the opinion or authority of another; to give in. To yield or surrender (oneself) to the will or authority of another. Dominate: To control, govern or rule by superior authority or power. Sandy found herself absorbed by this site. Drawn to the pictures of the men with their woman. She saw the photos of woman dominanting men and woman dominating other woman but was drawn to the woman and thier Masters. Woman being dominated by men.[...][She sees images of women being stroked, touched, lashed, --submitting to men.]Sandy was so aroused by theses images that she had her first orgasm without touching herself.


Sandy was excited by what she read. Imagining herself in the women's place. Submitting to her man. Wanting to please. Her Master being pleased by her willing actions. Rewarding her with his hard prick. Tying her to the bed and blindfolding her. Leaving her there. Aroused by the images of woman willingly offering their bodies to the men. Woman on their knees, kneeling in front of their Masters. Heads bowed, humble. Some with collars and leads on all fours. Or Masters standing over their subs with leather straps in their hands. The more she looked the more she wanted to see. Reading stories of submission and domination. More pictures of submissive tied to beds. Sandy felt so aroused by what she saw. [...][She explores links and learns of sub/dom life styles, and rules 'how to be a good submissive', and ideas 'how to find a master']]


Sandy had not had much sexual experience except for the occasional fumblings and gruntings of one or two boys that had taken her on dates. She had not enjoyed herself at all with the boys she had been with. She had read that the first sexual experience for a girl wasn't always pleasant but the quickness and roughness of the act had left her wondering what all the fuss had been about.

She had not had any long term relationships as their was no one she had felt attracted to. Sandy had spent many lonely nights stroking and pleasuring herself. There had been times that she thought maybe she was a little strange as the few girls she knew all had boyfriends and were always gossiping about how wonderful their sex lives were.


Sandy was very pleased when Tim emailed her to tell her that he was back. She emailed him straight away. Telling him she was online. She was so excited when he ICQ'ed her. "Did you miss me?" Sandy smiled. "Yes I did." She and Tim chatted back and forth. Tim told her all about his trip. How well his business was going. Sandy typed to Tim. "I enjoyed the link you sent me." Tim was silent for a short time. "What did you think as you were reading about the lifestyle?" Sandy sat back on her chair. Thinking. What should she say? She really like Tim but did not want him thinking she was weird. She slowly typed back to him. "I was excited by the woman being dominated by the men."

Tim ICQ'ed her back. "I thought you might be. I have something to tell you, little one." Sandy was curious. "I am a Master." It was Sandy's turn to pause before she answered him. "Are you?" Not knowing what else to write. "Yes Sandy. I am. I like to call myself a Master. I have been a Master for many years now. I dominate my willing lovers for mutual gratification. " Sandy had so many questions. But was unsure where to start


[[ They message some more and she agrees to a phonecall.]]"So are you OK with me being a Master?" "I guess," Sandy quietly told him, "I'm not worried by it. Just curious."

"If you have questions ask me little one and I will gladly answer you." Sandy looked at the pictures of the woman being dominated by their Masters. Excited by the poses of the women kneeling at their Master's feet. Some bound and blindfolded. Waiting for their Master's attention.


"Do you enjoy dominating your lover? "Sandy's voice is so quiet.

"Yes little one. I get great pleasure dominating my lover, as long as she is willing, and giving my sub pleasure while she gives me the same. I do not abuse my sub and it takes a lot of trust for her to give control to me." Tim sounded so confident. Sandy continued to look at the photos in front of her. Seeing the images of women giving themselves willingly to their partners. She saw the way the women knelt, thighs spread wide, some gagged and tied up. The Master standing their leather whip in hand. Spanking his sub. "Sandy? Are you OK? You are so quiet." Sandy took a deep breath. "Tim, can I ask you something?"

"Of course little one." She had to tell him. "I find myself so aroused by the women being dominated. I dream at night that I am them. Kneeling naked in front of my Master. Waiting for his strong touch upon my willing body. And when I dream of the man who is my Master I see you. [...]I think that I maybe submissive." Tim talks to her, his voice strong and reassuring. "That is good little one. You have made the first steps into my lifestyle. Would you like to explore more?" Sandy was feeling relieved that Tim was so easy to talk to. "Yes please."

Sandy was so eager to learn all she could from Tim. They talked for hours that night as Tim answered Sandy's questions or sent her urls to show her what he meant. The more Tim told Sandy the more convinced she was that she was a submissive and that she wanted a Master to train her in the ways of a Master/submissive relationship. [...][[ Tim explains the relationship is not abusive, but based on trust. The conversation ends, Sandy leaves the library and goes home]] That night Sandy dreamed again of being a submissive. [...][[Sandy has a very hot dream of Tim. Next scene following morning.]]



Sandy stripped off to have a quick shower. She was aroused by the dream she had about Tim being her Master. Sandy grabbed her moisturizing soap and loofah. Washing herself she thought of the erotic dream she had been enjoying so much. She felt she needed to accept that she was a submissive and needed to find a Master to fulfill her. She put liquid soap on her loofah and washed herself carefully. Sandy began to day dream about her dream.

Absentmindedly she washed her pussy, Sandy closed her eyes imagining that her Master was in the shower with her, telling her what to do. "Stroke your pussy, so gently with the loofah. Exciting your pussy as the soap suds wash you. Feel the loofah exquisite against your pussy. Such sensitive sensual feelings. You are so aroused by the feel of the loofah against your pussy. Inflamed by its touch. Sandy rubs the loofah against herself. Her pussy feels so good. She grinds her hips against the loofah, sliding it between her legs, she pretends it is the Master. Thrusting her fingers inside her. Imagining her Master's commands. Sandy brings herself to a quick orgasm as she imagines her Master commanding her to play with herself. To bring herself to release.



Sandy toweled herself dry. Thinking of the way things were working out. She knew the dreams were her subconscious telling her that she was a submissive. She just needed to face reality. She felt she had to tell Tim that she had wants and needs. He could help her. He was a Master with experience. She was a submissive with sexual needs and desires that he could help fulfill her day dreams into reality. Sandy crawled into bed. Naked. She caressed her breasts, using her fingers she squeezed her nipples till they were erect, stroking her taut, flat stomach she went lower, her fingers grazing against the small amount of fluff she had. Her pubic hair a small amount of fine hair. Sandy's fingertips explored further, finding her clit. Stroking the small nub of flesh till it becomes hard and erect. Sandy flicked her clit, sucking her breathe in as she does. [[She comes, thinking of being dominated.]]


The next day Sandy knew she wanted to tell Tim everything. Her day passed quickly and she left the bookshop right on knock off time. She quickly said hello to the librarian and logged onto ICQ. She worried as she waited what he would say to her. She couldn't be too forward. She wanted him to make the first moves. She knew he was what she wanted as her Master. He was authoritative, thoughtful, intelligent. kind and understanding and most of all he was experienced. She also trusted him. Tim wasn't online but she ICQ'ed him anyway. Anxious for a reply from him before she chickened out. "I know I'm a submissive. I'm sure of it now. It is all I think of and dream about." Sandy waited for Tim's reply. She waited, excitedly for his reply. Time seemed to drag.

Then her ICQ symbol flashed. Tim was sending her a message. Sandy clicked on his message. "Are you looking for me, little one?" Sandy replied. "Yes, Master." "Then I will send for you little one. Will you come to me? Willing to do my bidding and to seek mutual sexual gratification?" "Yes, Master, I do. "Tim ICQ'ed Sandy the details of their "coming together. "Arranging Sandy's tickets and flight plans.



Things happened so fast but only because that is what Sandy wanted. Tim had encouraged her to take her time and think things through. But he paid for the plane tickets and anything else she needed. Sandy gave her notice at the bookshop. She spent the last few days of her time in the library and saying goodbye to the few people she was close to. The day quickly arrived and she was ready to leave. Sandy boarded the bus. [...] And here she was traveling along in a bus on her way to the airport to catch a plane to go all the way to New Zealand to meet a man that she had not seen in person before.

Sandy was also convinced that Tim was a real Master not someone who pretended to be one. He had given her so much personal information that she had verified to show that he was telling her the truth. She knew his full name, where he worked, the car he drove and he had sent her his driver's license details. [...]


Sandy got her book out of her purse. She tried to read but was distracted by her thoughts. Just then her cellphone rang. "Sandy. I want to know what you are wearing." "Yes Master. I am wearing the clothes you sent." "Are you wearing panties, Sandy?" "No, Master I am dressed the way you told me to." "Tell me Sandy how do you feel?" "Master, I feel a little excited as I travel to you." "How excited are you, Sandy?" "Master I am sitting in the bus traveling to you. Wearing the clothes you brought. Wearing no panties or bra. Aroused by the thought that at the end of my trip you will be there to greet me." "Sandy I want you to stroke your inner thigh, slowly stroking upwards till you reach your pussy." "Yes Master."

Sandy stroked her self, touching her inner thigh, listening to Tim as he spoke to her telling her what he wanted her to do to herself to bring her to pleasure with his guidance. Sandy slipped her short skirt high up her thigh, reaching for her aroused pussy. Sliding her fingers inside her pussy lips. "Tell me what you feel?" Tim's voice was so deep and strong to Sandy. "Master I am stroking my pussy lips. My pussy is already moist as my fingers tease my pussy." "Is anyone looking?" Sandy looks around. Most of the people on the bus are asleep or reading. Sandy looks up the front of the bus to see that the bus driver is glancing at her in the rear vision mirror. "Yes Master. The bus driver is looking at me in his rear mirror. Everyone else is taking no notice."


Sandy pleasures herself as she listens to Tim's deep voice. She groans a little as she excites herself . So aroused by being in a public place while she fingers her pussy. Sandy moans as she feels close to release. She sees that the bus diver is still watching her. She knows he cannot see what she is actually doing but is even more excited knowing that he is looking at her. Sandy moans louder as she feels an orgasm ripple through her body. "Ah little one. I am pleased to hear you as you climax from touching yourself. Now you must listen carefully and follow my instructions. Do you understand? " [...]

Tim proceeds to tell her where to go when she gets off the plane. Where to catch a taxi from and the address she must tell the driver. "You must come to me, unaided, little one. Come to me, willing and prepared to do my bidding." Sandy was a little breathless as she realized she was finally going to her Master to begin her training. [...]She knew she was safe with Tim. And in her bag she had a return ticket to America so that if at any time things didn't work out she could go. Tim called it her "safety net."


When she arrives at his house by cab. The taxi driver helps her take her bags out of the car and drives away. She grabs her small bags and walks up the pathway. The front door is wide open and she walks inside. Going through the kitchen she drops her bags. Carrying on into the lounge. Following Tim's instructions exactly. Tim is standing there, waiting for his submissive. He looks at Sandy. Acknowledging her presence. Welcoming her to him. Her Master.

"Disrobe." He quietly but authoritatively tells her. Sandy is very tired but so pleased to be with her Master. She quickly takes off her clothes and stands naked before him. Her eyes cast down, she stands and waits patiently for her Master to command her. "Kneel." Sandy knelt at her Master's feet. Adopting one of the poses that Master Tim had sent her to her in a URL to show her exactly how to pose. [[She stands beautiful and proud.]]


Tim stands over her. Sandy can smell his aftershave mixed with his strong masculine scent. She is turned on by offering herself naked to him. To her Master she is submissive. She feels a small thrill go through her as she waits for his next command. Tim walks behind her. Pulling the ponytail from her hair so that her blonde her is free. He runs his hands through her hair. Stroking her neck. Pulling her hair to one side. Sandy feels Tim place something against the back of her neck. Sandy sits very still, wanting to please her Master. She feels her pussy exposed as her thighs are as wide as she can spread them. Her body tingles all over. She fights to keep her breathing light and regular so as to not betray how excited she was.

Sandy could feel her pussy moistening as Tim gently touched her. Bringing his hands around the front Sandy sees the collar her Master now puts on his sub. Making her his. She would now wear the training collar unless he removed it from around her neck. Tim could attach a leash to her collar tethering her where he wanted her to be. To his bed or at the bottom of the stairs. Where she would assume a submissive pose. Waiting for him to return for her. Tim walked back around Sandy again. "Welcome little one."


"You may rise." Sandy stands, her head bowed, feeling how close her Master was to her. "Walk to the kitchen and get me a drink of water." Sandy turns gracefully, her long blonde hair caressing her body as she turns. She walks quietly across the room , knowing that her Master was watching her, Sandy was elated as her body responded to her. She had practiced and practiced to be perfect for him. Her feet hardly seeming to leave the ground, her hips swaying sensually, her body erect and proud. When she reached the kitchen she stops and pausing, her body erect, her shoulders back, her small breasts thrust out, her taut stomach held in a little.

Sandy got a clean glass from the bench and poured her Master a glass of water. She returns to him. Her body exposed to his gaze. Her chin is held high and her eyes are lowered. [...][She offers the glass; he takes it an directs her to the bedroom.]


Sandy walked to the bedroom. Wondering how her Master wanted her to present herself to him. Sandy decides to prostrate herself on the bed, her body flat to the bed. Her stomach pressed hard against the mattress. Her stomach flat. Her small breasts crushed against the innerspring mattress. Her thighs spread wide. She still feels it is not enough to show her Master her respect and the offering she brings him. She raises her hips. Crouching the front of her body low on the bed. Her arms stretched out in front of her, elbows locked, hands clasped together. Spreading her thighs as wide was she can. Her pussy spread wide, open for her Master to see.

Helpless before him, she waits in this position for him. Knowing he could make her wait minutes or hours. Sandy presses her face into the mattress. She remains still, waiting, in supplication to her Master. She raises her hips as high as she can. Sandy hears as her Master enters the room. Sandy squeezes her pussy muscles together. Tight as she can. Wanting her Master to feel how tight her pussy was as he enters her


Sandy did not look around as she felt her Master's presence. Sandy was anticipating her Master's touch. Aching for him to ease her sexual frustration. Tim walks slowly into the room. Walking to the head of his bed he takes Sandy's hands and cuffs them to the headboard with a pair of metal handcuffs. He slowly strokes Sandy's lovely body. Sandy quivers under her Master's touch.


"Well, little one. We begin your training in the bedroom. You have learnt the poses and proper responses and respect to your Master. Do you remember the safe words you chose?" Sandy nods.

"This is just the beginning of your training. You have done very well so far. I am pleased with you, little one." Tim lifts Sandy's head and places a kiss on her mouth. Sandy quickly responds to him. Passionately kissing him back. Tim pulls away.


"You are tired, little one. Enough for one day." Her Master undoes the cuffs. "Sit up" Sandy sits up, assuming the pose of her thighs wide and hands palm up. Tim sits on the edge of the bed. He strokes Sandy's hair. "Lay down and sleep, little one. We shall continue tomorrow with your training." Sandy smile at Tim. Her Master. She curls up on her side. Looking at her Master as she falls asleep. She dreams of him and wonders what tomorrow will bring. She is a very happy submissive. Safe with her new Master.

[end of story]

 

[sunfox]

Okay. First off, let me say that Debbie has a nice writing style overall.. easy to follow and only occasionally a bit disjointed in sentence structure. I've read a few of her stories, and I do like them, though my tastes can be said to run to the heavier kinks.

Pure, I have to tell you... I can't say as I'd be a useful commenter on this particular one. It's a bit more on the emotional side, and doesn't really connect for me on that level. Not because it's not well written, but because for me, I'm not all that interested in the softer facets of things.

I thought it was a pretty good interpretation of online transitioning to realtime for someone eager to jump into the lifestyle. Not everyone is so quick to leap with both feet, but equally so, I'm sure plenty of submissives find it a solid connection from the start, regardless of how the pair meets.

But, like I said... not really my speed, so I'll leave it to others to comment more significantly.

Thank you Debbie, for volunteering your work.

 

[Pure]

Hi Debbie,

I don't want say much now that would pre-empt discussion, but a couple things do stand out for me. On the plus side, lots of detail reflecting research and/or experience with 'online encounters' and bdsm sites. Clear, and simply written, if occasionally almost didactic in detail.

On the minus side, it simplifies her discovering she is 'a sub' and her search for--and finding-- 'a dom' a great deal.

You're very brave to go ahead, and perhaps if you state any areas you'd like comment in, I and others could be most constructive. More to follow.