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[lilyfeet]

Dear Writer Dom,
Sounds like you're feeling better...getting feisty again, eh?

Lilyfeet

 

[Kajira Callista]

hiya mista writa dom *snaps gum and poof hair* ya think dat you can give me some training?

 

[WriterDom]

hiya mista writa dom *snaps gum and poof hair* ya think dat you can give me some training?

rose says you sound like the chick in "my cousin vinny." lol

 

[Kajira Callista]

rose says you sound like the chick in "my cousin vinny." lol

lol i do

 

[Earthgoddess]

A query as to the position

Good Sir,
I was wondering if you are still seeking an on-line submissive, as I am wanting to serve, and on-line os my only outlet.
Thank you,
Earthgoddess

 

[WriterDom]

Nope, no married women need apply. If you can't respect your vows, you can't respect my rules.

 

[Earthgoddess]

Pardon me but my spouse who is un-experienced in this area and currently deployed-and therefore unavailable -asked me to explore this venue. I respect my vows intently and was following his wishes to explore training possibilities since he is almost entirely out of contact, and will be for months. My husband is worthy of all my respect and my marriage vows are a very serious bond of commitment. I must have misunderstood your request for an on-line submissive,I won't make that mistake again. I resent that you feel I am being disrespectful, because my seeking a teacher was at his behest. My only mistake was in posting here.

 

[WriterDom]

Pardon me

No married women, no exceptions. Sorry you took my post as directed at you. It wasn't. Just making that clear.

 

[keavy]

Hello, Sir.

i hope that You soon find the submissive You are searching for. You seem to be very well-liked and respected by O/others who have posted here.

*offers a shy smile.*

 

[WriterDom]

Hello, Sir.



*offers a shy smile.*

Hi, and welcome. 29 more posts and you won't be a virgin. Come back for your deflower party.

 

[keavy]

*laughs softly.* Thank You, Sir.

i doubt i'll ever post enough for that, as i tend to be extremely quiet when trying to get used to new things. But i thank You just the same. *smiles.*

 

[WriterDom]

*laughs softly.* Thank You, Sir.

i doubt i'll ever post enough for that, as i tend to be extremely quiet when trying to get used to new things. But i thank You just the same. *smiles.*

you are already up to 3 I see

 

[keavy]

That's a long way off from 30. *smiles.*

 

[WriterDom]

That's a long way off from 30. *smiles.*

Yes, at this rate it is.

I'm writing a story. she is about to knock on the door, and I have no clue what will happen. I guess I'll figure something out tomorrow.

 

[Carillon]

I'm writing a story. she is about to knock on the door, and I have no clue what will happen.

WriterDom, I was browsing through your thread and had to smile at that quote. I think I know exactly what you mean.

It's fun, isn't it, when a character becomes so complex and real that suddenly you don't find yourself quite as in control of the story as you thought you were. They react in different ways, and suddenly you, the author of all people, don't know exactly what happens next. Sometimes, it can even feel like those characters are just using you to get their story out, rather than you creating that story and the characters.

Do you know what I mean? Or am I way off?

 

[WriterDom]

WriterDom, I was browsing through your thread and had to smile at that quote. I think I know exactly what you mean.

It's fun, isn't it, when a character becomes so complex and real that suddenly you don't find yourself quite as in control of the story as you thought you were. They react in different ways, and suddenly you, the author of all people, don't know exactly what happens next. Sometimes, it can even feel like those characters are just using you to get their story out, rather than you creating that story and the characters.

Do you know what I mean? Or am I way off?

Yeah, that's pretty much it. This one isn't very complex, just a warm up story since I haven't posted one in a long time. But there are always surprises. Sometimes I can only stay a few paragraphs ahead in my mind.

 

[Carillon]

For me I often know the ending before anything else. Be it an essay or paper, or a fictional story, I usually know where my characters will end up. I often even know what my last line will be before I put a single word on the page.

And of course, beginnings come easily too. For me it is the middle bit that is uncertain. I know where my characters start out and often where they will end up, but how they get there never ceases to amaze me.

Then again, that's a little like life though, isn't it? Birth and death are certainties; it is getting to choose how we live that makes it worthwhile to get out of bed every morning.

 

[brioche]

?

Any luck yet, WriterDom?

 

[WriterDom]

No, no luck. Just pigeons taking a peck of my bread and flying away. But the story is going ok. 1800 words and she still has her panties on.

 

[brioche]

Well, i think they're mad. If i wasn't in Canada i'd be begging for the chance. Hhmh! And i don't post much, so Y/y'all can imagine how strongly i feel about this.

 

[WriterDom]

Well, i think they're mad. If i wasn't in Canada i'd be begging for the chance. Hhmh! And i don't post much, so Y/y'all can imagine how strongly i feel about this.

you are too kind, brioche. Perhaps it is because you are in Canada that you allow yourself these feelings? No fear of having to act on them? But thanks, and keep posting. you'll get to 30 one day and lose your virginity.





Lavender lace and a blushing face
her coyness does amuse
trembling is so becoming
potent mix of fear and desire

simmering lust seeping
telltale oval of darkening pink
eyes eclipsed into black
ah, the nonverbal novel

Power, the heady aphrodisiac
submission the white wine
an edgy intoxication
surrendering into the matrix

Never to be the same

 

[WriterDom]

she lies tethered
sinking

softly

shifting into satin sheets
sensual limbs adjust
within in the confines
of course rope & gentle leather

there is comfort in dry warmth
no chills, no shivering, no fear
arousal assured already
summer dew budding on petals

a ravenous lust of itch
heartthrob of clit
stiff ache of neglected nipples
a sightless nymph

only hearing Him moving
preparing his arsenal
probing her desires
she is utterly

Defenseless

sinking
bound for His pleasure

 

[WriterDom]

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good spanking.






Throughly spent
in tears & sweat
orgasm depletion
scattered marks
becoming more profuse
centralized along reddened core
warm as leather
soaking summer sun
still feeling fucked
nothing more to give
surrendering to sleep
deep dreamless sleep
healing the body
waking with a smile

 

[WriterDom]

Friday




Knock tepidly on the dungeon door
feeling secure in your leather jacket
wrapped warmly and tightly
warmed by the teal turtleneck
off with it, off with it all
I want you raw, slightly blemished
from the startling nakedness
as I buckle leather trappings
collars and cuffs to bind, to lay open
shunning any modestly left
banishing the lady temporality
unleashing the wanton carnal side

bound to tease, to probe and challenge
to whisper unmentionables
engorging the erogenous
ramping up till you moan
and backing down waiting
for normal breath and quieter thoughts
wetting you till you spill over
streaking smooth thighs with slickness
seducing the ass with gentleness
knowing it aches to ache
to feel the fiery hot remnants
left by wicked intended implements
that many would fear, but you embrace

 

[DierdreCeilidh]

WriterDom,

I am interested. I am 22, single, an art history education major, and want to learn how to be submissive to a male. Please teach me.

dierdre

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.