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A Dominant's Diary

By: hard rider



Introduction:

This is no fantasy. There is no wishful thinking. This is my journal as it pertains to my relationships with various women, women who submit to me sexually and whom I dominate for my pleasure. My intention is to tell it like it is. Some may find it disturbing. I hope you find it interesting, educational, and if you are a woman, I hope it makes you wet.

I dominate women sexually. I don't really care to dominate in any other way. I am not really a sadist, but I do enjoy making a woman perform for me. Sometimes that involves pain or discipline. Like most learning processes it can be uncomfortable at first, but they come to understand that the momentary discomfort is the price ones pays for the coming bliss. I am neither rich nor powerful, at least not in the usual terms. However, since my teens I have possessed a power over the opposite sex that even I have difficulty explaining. I think it is a combination of sensitivity and masculinity. Almost every woman I have been with has told me that they had this intuitive sense that I could satisfy them sexually. I first discovered it as a teenager when a twenty one year old college student was babysitting the kids next door struck up a conversation and in only a few moments she was asking me to let her suck my cock. (That is right. I didn't ask her she asked me.) Later, I was seduced by a much older thirty something divorcee. She taught me the ropes quite literally. With her I learned about the real meaning of sexual dominance and submission. 

I have been married twice. The first wife got religion and we divorced. The second died young after only three years of marriage. I have been single ten years now and don't expect to marry again. I do exploit my abilities, however, at every suitable opportunity. Some experience are quite extreme, other rather tame. That is enough about me. You'll discover more as you read.

I thought about creating a blog, but I decided to keep everyone anonymous for obvious reasons. However, as an interesting twist I will let some of the women right their own commentaries about what we do and how they felt about it. I am a big believer in one being honest with themselves and with others. I think it is important that you maintain self-awareness about these things.

Sometimes it will be more intense than others. That just the way life is.

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Oct 24:

Cat called today. She is a model. I shot some nudes of her about six years ago. She is going to be in the Ms. Louisiana Pageant and she needed some headshots. I never tried to fuck Cat. I probably could have back then. I guess I was too professional, plus she had a husband who looked like he could be bad news if he wanted to. I could get plenty of pussy without having to stealing it from some guy anyway. Even though it has been quite some time since I photographed her I still see her from time to time. She lives about an hour away, but when she is in town she always calls. Heck, she calls sometimes no matter where she is just to talk. It never seemed like we had much chemistry and even though she is hot to look at I always had trouble getting her to look the way I wanted on film. She didn't take direction too well and she didn't like to hold a pose. Don't get me wrong, I liked her and she was definitely fuckable, but it just didn't seem to be worth the trouble to play with a married woman. I never took her seriously. Usually, you can't take models seriously

She said she was in town and wanted to look at some of the old stuff I had shot of her and maybe some stuff of other women about her age. Cat is thirty-two now. I told her to come on by since it was a slow day for me. It was a hot day. She drove up in her Miata, the top down, sunglasses, her long blonde hair in a ponytail. She was tan, wearing an orange tank top, no bra, her nipples outlined plainly in the thin material. When she got out I could see she was wearing some short white denim shorts and white tennis shoes. I couldn't help but wonder where else in town she would be going on business dressed like that. As she walked up the sidewalk she was smiling when she saw me at the door. Her shorts were so tight she had a camel toe. I knew Cat just liked to dress like that. Most models are exhibitionist. I never really thought she was doing it for me. Cat is only about five feet tall, but well proportioned. In photographs it is easy to make her look taller. Her tits are fake, but they did a really nice job. She was really tanned too. She and her husband live in a rural area and she comes across as the wholesome, but sexy, country girl. 

I invited her in and we went back to the studio. I made some coffee and we made some small talk. She kept asking about my love life, if I was dating and whom I was dating. I never like to talk about other women when I am with a woman. She told me that her husband's drinking was getting worse, but she didn't seem too anxious. I knew her father was kind of a drunk. That is when I saw a red flag go up. Women who complain about their husbands are easy. They are practically asking you to fuck them. I led her over to the light table where I had slides of her spread out for her to examine.

She began to flatter me. Telling me how I was the best photographer she ever worked with, how I made her look so good, and how I never made her feel uncomfortable when I took nudes of her. Trust me, Cat never had a modest day in her life. She would shuck off her clothes in a minute right on the studio floor, check her makeup and she was ready. I went to get some more coffee and as I returned I couldn't help but notice how Cat had made sure I got a good look at her legs and ass as she leaned over the light table looking at the slides. Cat liked you to look at her; maybe it was a power thing. You know, make'em want it but don't give it to'em. That is when I made my mind up. She needed fucking. I figured she would say no if I made a move and protest all the while letting me have my way. It would be her way of being in control. I didn't want it like that. I wanted to make her beg. I didn't want her to have an out.

"Tell me about this pageant."

"Well, I kind of got roped in. A former winner of the Mrs. Louisiana pageant talked me into it. She said she would coach me. I told her I had done some modeling and done some stuff for Hawaiian Tropic, but had never been in a pageant. I just thought it might be fun. She told me I would need some recent headshots. Of course I thought of you first."

"Sure," I told her. "Do you want to do it today?"

"Gee, could we?"

"Sure Cat. You know I love to photograph you. I always have. We have done a lot of good stuff together." I could flatter her right back. "Just look at this photo, the one of you bare assed on the seat of my old Harley, wearing nothing but a black bikini top. It doesn't show anything, but everyone knows you are naked from the waist down. And look at this one. I love the way your pussy peaks out from behind when you bend over."

"Okay, okay, so maybe that one is a little too explicit. I have gotten too old for that sort of thing. Besides, I don't think the judges are looking for anything like that.

I smiled and said, "You know these pictures could get you into trouble if you won," I said as though I was joking.

"Yeah, right, you're too sweet a fellow for that."

"Not really."

Cat didn't say a word.

"Why don't we take some pictures Cat, right now."

"Okay," she sounded relieved that the subject had changed.

"Take off your clothes."

"Now you know that isn't what I need."

"You need something Cat and I am not talking about pictures. Be a good girl and take them off."

"Why are to being this way? You have never acted like this before."

She began to unbutton her shorts.

"Don't worry I have something in mind. You know how creative I can be."

Now I have to tell you about women like Cat. They probably want you to fuck them, but they don't want to take responsibility for it. They need a forceful guy, so they don't have to blame themselves. Just to talk to Cat you would never think she had a submissive bone in her body, and she would never admit it. She was always friendly but professional. I would have to not only be forceful in fucking her, but forceful in breaking her down and making her admit her desires. But you have to be careful too. You can't just barrel over her, at least not at first. You have to take what she gives you, read her signals. I knew she would give me an opening. I just had to see it. Once I had control, I would use it. 

She pulled her shorts down and they pulled her thong down as well. When she saw it she pulled her thong back up.

"No, you might as well take that off too, take everything off."

She did as she was told and then pulled her top off over her head. Her nipples were hard. Her breast looked much better now, more natural, more bouncy Once nude she said, " I need to check myself in the mirror," and she trotted off to the dressing room. There is no door on the dressing room. I was getting my camera ready and I heard her call out. "You know I trust you. No other photographer has ever made me look so good and you are so easy to work with. The best stuff I have ever done was with you."

I was almost beginning to feel guilty. She came out of the dressing room naked and barefooted.

"Okay what do I do."'

"Follow me. We are going to the house. I want to do some available light stuff, location work. You know some sexy Playboy style stuff." I led her to the guest bedroom. There are two big windows on one side of the wall that would let a bunch of light in and a large king size platform bed there as well. She knew to get on the bed. She knew where the light was coming from she automatically struck a few poses. Nothing to explicit. No spread shots or nothing like that. Cat was a pro after all and I knew she like to see herself in these kinds of photos. Besides, she probably felt like it was her favor to me for the headshots she would need. After I took a few shots I turned on some music, Nine Inch Nails. I knew she liked Trent Reznor's stuff. Her husband, who used to be in a band, couldn't stand him.

"Okay, now Cat I want you to get up on your knees and move like you are dancing to the music. Don't worry about poses. I am going to shoot a bunch of stuff as you move." 

I knew this would work for Cat. She wasn't good at static poses; she had to be moving from one thing to another. That wasn't good if you are doing glamour photography because the lighting is critical, but photography wasn't so much what I had in mind. Beside the light in the room was soft and would let me shoot pretty much anything I wanted.

Cat was getting into it. Trust me; she must have forgotten that I was taking pictures because some of her moves were pretty nasty. I kind of figured she did some stripping in her younger days. She had the moves and like I said her husband used to be in a band. She tried to come off as some soccer mom these days. I shot off about fifty images before the music ended. Cat was breathing hard and a slight film of perspiration was making her skin shine.

"You're sweating Cat. Let me get a towel."

I got a towel and began to wipe her off from behind. She seemed indifferent not at all excited, but that was Cat's way. She would never let on.

"We got some good stuff. Maybe not what some pageant judges expect to see, but it was pretty damned hot if you asked me."

"You know, I don't always know what you have in mind, but it always makes me look good. You know I trust you."

I began to wipe her ass and between her legs. She turned around quickly and faced me. I expected her to protest. I reached between her thighs and wiped her legs there, looking straight into her eyes. She looked angry, like she was about to scold me. Then she grabbed my wrist. I let the towel slip from my hand and put my hand on her pussy. The pressure of my hand instantly caused the juices from her cunt to escape onto my fingers.

Her hand squeezed my wrist harder, "Listen, that isn't...."

I didn't let her say another word. Instead I pushed my middle finger easily inside her hooking it so that it would hit her G-spot. She gasped and closed her eyes. I pulled her close to me with my other hand in the small of her back mashing her tits against me, not letting up on her g-spot. I could feel her legs weaken. She tried to push me away and I only held her tighter, making sure she understood I wasn't letting her go. Her hips began to buck, she was giving in. Pretty soon she began to cum. I had her now. She began to breath really hard and opened her eyes only to find me staring back into hers.

" I wasn't expecting that. What did you do? That has never happened to me before."

"Oh, I'll bet you have cum a bunch of times before."

"Not like that, not that quick." She was out of breath. "I can't believe I let you do that."

"You didn't let me. I just did it."

She kind of grinned. I let her go and began to unbutton my jeans, kick of my shoes and undress. I don't usually wear underwear in hot weather and I noticed Cat was not saying anything now. She was just staring at me, which is unusual for Cat. At least I had her interest now. I was naked now. She was just looking at me or more specifically, my cock. She knew what was coming.

"Do you want to leave?" I asked her.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really."

I took her by the shoulder and tried to kiss her. She kissed me reluctantly and without any enthusiasm.

"Okay have it your way."

I spun her around and pushed her down on the bed on her stomach and straddled her legs. I pushed her arms over her head and held them there with one hand and reached between her legs with the other. Roughly, I took hold of her pussy lips, squeezing them, pulling them. I could feel her stiff clit between the juicy lips and worked it making her squirm.

"Why don't you just fuck me? That is what you want isn't it," Cat snapped at me.

"Easy Cat. I want you to enjoy this too." Then I pushed two fingers into her. She grunted. "Now doesn't that feel good? Your pussy seems to like it. It is awfully wet."

She didn't say a thing she just waited for the inevitable. Still holding her down with one hand I took my cock in the other and guided between the cheeks of her ass, dipping the head of my cock in her wet pussy and smearing the juices up and down from clit to asshole. When I had her good and wet I pushed into her cunt and began to fuck her. She looked good like this laying on her stomach, me on top of her petite body, my cock disappearing into her pussy. I let go of her hands and took hold of her hips and began to fuck her faster and harder.

Now I have to say that unlike most people into BDSM, I am really into straight fucking. It feels good, I can do it a long time and most women appreciate a guy who can do it in such a way it makes her cum and cum often. Any woman I play with has to expect to be fucked often and well if she is with me. I let them know the have nothing to fear. (I am healthy and have a vasectomy.) When I am through fucking a woman she usually has cum as much as her body will let her and she is good and sore too. It leaves them with something to think about after they are alone.

Cat didn't seem to be responding now. She seemed content to let me fuck her, cum, and then let her go. I flipped her on her back and guided my cock back into her pussy. I took hold her tits and squeezed the hard, working to her nipples and pulling them as I fucked her.

"That hurts."

"Yes, it does."

"Why are you treating me like this?"

"Because I want to, because you excite me," I said as I pushed my dick slow and hard deep inside her, the head of my cock rubbing on her g-spot. Her hips responded, pushing back against me. She gritted her teeth. I was getting an effect, "... and because you like it."

She hissed, her body stiffened and she began to buck her hips against mine. She could not deny that she wanted it now. I held still and she locked her ankle around my legs and began to fuck my cock. She went faster and faster until she shuddered and came with a gasp. I began to stroke her again. It was my turn. I slammed into her hard and deep. I could feel her cervix on the tip of my dick. I love that feeling and soon I spewed my own cum into her letting out a deep growl at the release I felt. I was sweating and out of breath.

I got off of her put my jeans on. She rose up on her elbows and looked me.

"What are you looking at?"

"You, you are a very beautiful man. I have always thought so. I never thought of you like this though. I never thought you were the kind of man who would do this to me though."

"Listen to me Cat. In a few days you are going to want this again. I want you to come to me when you do. You'll feel guilty, maybe you feel guilty now, but you'll want this again. You do as I say, you hear."

"Pretty sure of yourself aren't you."

"Yep. I think it is time to make you a part of my world."

Cat got up and dressed, we made small talk, and she hugged me bye, just like always, just like nothing happened. I looked forward to hearing from her again.

It wasn't the best sex I ever had, but she had promise and it was nice to get past all the superficial stuff. Like most petite women she could really snap her ass when she fucked and she had a nice tight pussy. She was still not where I wanted her to be but I figured I would get there soon enough. I am a patient man.

A Dominant's Diary Day 01



I have been reading on this site for some time now. I am always looking for some inspiration. My kink, if you will, is domination, sexual domination of women to be specific. 

Most of the stories on the site read like someone's fantasy. Trust me. Reality is much better. That is why I am writing this. I think people interested in this should get a realistic depiction of the way things are, at least from my point to view. I am sure there are many other different viewpoints and many have their own ideas of what it is all about. I will try not leave out the good parts, but there is more to it than meets the eye. If you read my other stories you will find a similarities. I just got tired of making it up and decided to write about real experiences.

Day One

Cindy came over today, to my house I mean. I work from my home as an investment counselor. You'd be amazed how many women I meet because of my occupation. I never thought and economics degree would payoff in this way. That is how I met Cindy. She needed some investment advice when she inherited some money. It wasn't why she came over today. You see, she is sexually obsessed. She knows it. I know it. We both know she needs me to keep her obsession under control. It is a chore I relish.

No matter what I do to her she still has a hard time admitting she is a slut. When I opened the door she acted like it was just a friendly middle of the day visit, making small talk, she said she was just in the neighborhood. I knew better. I pretended to be annoyed by the interruption, but seeing her in her business suit and heels my cock stir.

"Come in my office", I told her as I turned to go down the hall. She followed. She knew already what I had on my mind. I have a bed in my office or shall we say my office is in my bedroom? Either way, it is convenient. I sat at my desk.

"Strip for me Cindy." I made no pretense of why she was there.

Her smile left her face as did most of the color. She did as I told her. She always did now. She tried once to disobey me. I cut her off. That's right, no sex. I refused to see her. That is when you know you have them. When they beg you to do anything to them except leave them alone. That is what Cindy did. She said she would rather I beat the shit out of her than cut her out of my life. So, that is what I did. I tied her naked spread eagled on her stomach on my bed and took my belt and laid into her from her back down to the base of her thighs. I liked the way she looked, the stripes I mean. It turns me on to have a women suffer for me. Cindy liked to turn me on, because she knew it would lead me to fucking her. That is what she liked most of all, to have her brains fucked out. You might say it was my specialty. You see, when a man makes a woman cum with his cock he is on the road to owning her. A lot of women have never had an orgasm that way and when they do it is addicting. They always cum back for more. Cindy was proof.

"You look good darling. Come over here. Let me check you out."

Cindy stood in front of me. She still wore her heels. She is petite with shoulder length brown hair. Her tits are fake, but it is a nice job. I touched her cunt lips softly. She knew what I was doing. I was checking to see if she had just shaved them, to see how smooth they were. Her juices were beginning to ooze out and I smeared them over her lips and around her very prominent clit. Cindy has a large clit. That is something I like. She has a ring piercing the hood of her clit too. The little ball on the ring lands right on her clit. I pushed it against her clit and her hips began to squirm.

"Please fuck me," she begged

"Why?"

"I need you to fuck me. You know I do."

"Then why didn't you call me and ask, no beg me to."

"I was afraid to would say no."

"Didn't I tell you to ask me for what you wanted. If you are going to submit to me darling you have to learn to submit everything, not just your body, but your needs, your desires. You know it pleases me when you beg."

I meant what I said. Every woman I dominate must be shaved smooth. I always inspect them. Every woman must have her nipples and clit hood pierced too. Not the little dainty rings, but heavy gauge surgical steel. I want them to know that I own their most private parts. I want them to feel them tug on their nipples and rub against their clit when they are away from me. I want them to always be focused on who owns them, to be fully submitted. The body is the easy part. The mind takes some more effort. 

"I was afraid you might say no."

"I still might."

Cindy got frantic, her breathing became jerky.

"Please, don't treat me like this. Please just fuck me."

"Listen, we have been working on this a long time Cindy. Don't I give you what you need?"

"Yes, you fuck me better than anyone ever has."

"Don't you know that everything I have ever told you to do has made you feel good. I have never made you do anything you didn't want. Remember how you asked me to beat you. How you asked me to fuck you in your ass."

"Yes."

"Then why do you feel the need to pretend you came over here for anything else but to have your ass whipped and to get fucked really well."

"I don't know."

"I think you are ashamed Cindy, ashamed of your desires, ashamed to admit that you are the slut you are." She began to sob. "It is okay Cindy. It is okay to be my slut. We both know it is how you are. As a matter of fact it pleases me."

I stood up and hugged her as would a father or brother.

"I just feel so bad for having these feelings. All I can think of is you fucking me. I don't know why. I don't know why I let you whip me, why I do the things you tell me to. I feel so twisted."

"You are darling, very twisted. I'll bet that you aren't alone. As a matter of fact I am sure of it."

"You mean the other women you see? You see, I let you do this to me and you are seeing other women?"

"Don't I give you what you want? Shall I stop seeing you?"

"NO, please no."

"That is my good girl."

"I am not good, I am bad."

I walked behind my desk and opened the drawer. I took out my riding crop.

"Yes. Well, darling we are going to take care of that. Lean over the desk."

Cindy's ass is her best asset. I am an ass man. I can accept just about any size tits, but I can't stand a girl with a flat ass. Cindy's ass is plump, round, well formed and practically invited me to take it. I teased her pussy with the crop.

"Open your legs for me and arch your back. I want you to show me that pussy. I want to see those cunt lips peak out from between you legs."

She did as she was told. I struck her on the inside of her thighs. She gasped. Then I hit her ass cheeks, one then the other. I watched as her hands clenched the desktop. I continued for about a half a minute, until I could see welts rising up. Then I began to hit her lightly on that place where the back of her thigh joins her butt cheek, slightly to the inside of her thigh. I knew what I was doing. I put down the crop and felt of her. Her pussy lips were puffy, hot, and dripping. She hadn't said a word.

I decided to bind her to the desk. That is what the rings are for. I went to the closet and removed a pair of hand cuffs and a length of chain. I cuffed her, clipped the chain to the cuffs and ran it beneath the desk and attached it to her clit ring. I knew it would pull if she resisted or struggled. Women are like horses, they need to know that resistance will only cause them pain, even if they don't resist it is needed for psychological reasons. I hadn't known Cindy too long and it seemed like a good idea. She really looked good like that. I decided to take a photo with my digital camera. Photos are another good way to keep a sub under control. They can be useful when they get too independent. Because the chain was quite snug it forced her to spread her legs apart. The tension on the clit ring caused her now enlarged clit to become even more exposed. Her cunt lips were wet, swollen, and gaped open. I unzipped my pants and took hold of her hips driving my cock ball deep in her. I fucked her for a bit letting my balls slap against her clit. She was making noises now, grunting, panting.

"Now darling tell me what you really want."

"What do you mean?"

I slapped the welt on her right butt cheek.

"I am sorry. I want you to fuck me."

"Why?"

"Because I am your slut."

"That's right baby, don't you forget it and don't pretend that you are anything but that, understand?"

"Yes sir."

Cindy, had become much more responsive sexually since she started submitting to me. I don't think she had ever had an experienced lover in her life. You would be amazed how many women I meet that are that way. Anyway, I got tired of standing up while I fucked her and took her to my bed. I clipped her cuffed wrists to the headboard and got between her legs and fucked her in earnest. Cindy must have cum three or four times before I came myself. I left her tied to the bed the rest of the afternoon while I worked at my desk, fucking her once more late that afternoon before I released her.

Cindy worried me at times. She didn't really need me. She had enough money to take care of herself and she was still good looking so she could get fucked by anyone if she really wanted to. We rarely saw each other on a non sexual basis and when we did, she didn't seem herself. She seemed almost asexual and when I reminded her of submissive tendencies she would quickly try to change the subject. Maybe it was a passive/aggressive thing since she seemed truly bothered that I saw other women. I don't believe she ever saw another man. Of course she told me she didn't and if I had caught her she would be cut off. She seemed to feel really guilty about it all at times. Maybe it was her upbringing.

"Why don't you ever call me?" she asked.

"I don't have to. You always call me. You know how bad you need it. You know I give you what you need."

"You are right, but you don't need me the way I need you do you?"

I knew where this was going and didn't like it. She was getting possessive.

"That's right, that is why you submit, you need it worse than me."

She opened to the door and turned and said, "you know I am falling in love with you."

"No you aren't, you are just a slave to my cock darling," I said smiling.

"Yes I am, see you later."



A Dominant's Diary Day 02



Some thoughts on dominating the submissive woman.

As a preface, I must warn the reader that my thoughts may be controversial. I certainly don’t expect wide agreement. Indeed, it is my hope to stimulate discussion and hopefully open minds to the different aspects of dominating the submissive woman. My thoughts are based on real experiences and therefore not anecdotal nor are they scientific.

The title begs the question, “what is a submissive woman?” I propose that all women are to some extent submissive (and to some degree are all men, but that is for another discussion). As to what makes her submissive, it is usually that thing she is most vulnerable too, that thing she desires most. It may be material security, cocaine and other substances, power (yes, as men know so well, to obtain power, you must first submit to the one in power over you.), it may be sex, or love. It may even be something she isn’t aware of…, yet. So, it is a moot point, it is the nature of women to submit.

Once this desire is discovered, or perhaps cultivated, then you can go about the business of dominating her. But why dominate her? I suppose there are many different reasons, some more superficial than others, but in the main I would say it is the nature of all real men to dominate. They may seek to dominate one or more things, their business, their sport, their environment, but nothing is more satisfying that to dominate women, to have their obedience, to have them serve that most basic need, our sexual gratification. It is my argument that women and men are both more fulfilled when the woman is ruled by the man.

What follows is my experience. You may form whatever opinion you wish, but it does no good argue with what really happened. I assure you nothing I write is boasting. If you can do it, it isn’t bragging. If I seem cocky it is because I have the experience and confidence to back it up.

From a young age I have attracted women who seemed to sense my capacity to satisfy them sexually. Early on I began to exhibit secondary male characteristics and once that happened it became a whole new world. My first sexual experiences were with a very dominant older woman. It was the promise of sexual satisfaction that made me attractive, or so she told me. She taught me well. 

Now, at the age of forty one it is the same thing I crave, sexual satisfaction, unlimited and varied sex. Most women find this offensive and yet I find that there are many women, if not most, who if you become on some level intimate with, will confess the desire to be possessed by someone, someone with whom they can be emotionally naked and yet still find acceptance and they will set all else aside to be able to let that side of them free. It is different with different women. Different men appeal to different women in different ways. I am no different, and yet my experience has led me to believe that if given some control, that I can dominate any woman. Naturally, I prefer some women over others, indeed, there is no particular type of woman that I find particularly more attractive than others. I look for femininity. Overweight shapeless women don't appeal to me. I love the feminine form. Other than that, there is some sort of chemistry I can sense when around certain women, a sixth sense if you will. I seem to be able to sense a vulnerability, an interest, to me. When I sense that and if she interests me, then I will make some overture. That is exactly what I am doing now with Arial.

Arial works at the Subway Shop about two block from my home. She is says she is twenty six, I suspect younger. I get a sandwich there about three times a week. I noticed her watching me out of the corner of my eye while another worker prepared a sandwich. It took about a week before I timed it where she would be making my sandwich. I noticed she tried to avoid direct eye contact when she asked me how I liked my sandwich. I, on the other hand looked directly at her and not the sandwich. I noticed her piercings in her ears and nose and complimented her. Then she stole a glance at me and smiled embarrassed.

"Guys your age usually think piercings are stupid."

"I love piercings, I insist on them."

She made no reply, but I was sure she heard me and she finished the sandwich. I ate at the store that day so I could observe her. She seemed a little flustered. I wasn't yet sure if it was me or something else. I would give it time.

It soon became a regular thing, her fixing my sandwich. She became more friendly and would ask me questions from time to time, making small talk. One day I asked her to sit down with me and have a coke. It was holiday and most of the usuals were off from work and the lunch rush was over. She seemed reluctant, she told me she had a boyfriend. So... I asked her to tell me about him. Women give themselves away every-time when you ask them about the man in their life. If they begin to complain, you can be sure they are interested in you. Arial, was telling me how, her boyfriend was school, and came from a wealthy family, but he didn't seem to pay much attention to her or at least she wasn't seeing him much. I told her I needed to get back to work, but would love to talk more and asked her for her phone number. She asked for mine and said she would call later, she didn't feel comfortable giving out her number. She lived alone with her mother.

She called that night about eleven. We talked, or I should say I mostly listened. I simply asked a few questions. I learned much. Being a good listener is important. Women find it very attractive and in listening to what they say they will practically give you the rope to bind them with! It was clear to me now that she was interested. I learned that lawyer boy was an inept lover, father died a year ago, her mother was a lush, and that the guy she had been engaged to a couple of years ago had knocked her up and made her get an abortion rather than marry her. She had dated a guy who turned out to be married. She didn't drink or smoke or use coarse language. She wanted to impress me that she wasn't a slut, but it was clear she had an active, if unsatisfying sex life. All I needed to do was wait. 

The next day she seemed distant. I told her I enjoyed our talk. She seemed embarrassed.

"I talked way to much!"

"Not at all. I find you very appealing."

She seemed pleased.

"Call me again."

She simply smiled.

She called me every night after that. She asked me if I was involved with anyone. I told her I was seeing several women, but I wasn't planning on a long term relationship with any of them. Our conversations became quite intimate. I told her about my marriage and my divorce. I would ask her to go out or to come over, but she always declined. Notice, she always called me I never called her. It was just a matter of time.

It took a couple of weeks, but one evening after she got off of work she showed up on my doorstep. I was just out of the shower in my robe. She seemed impressed with my home. I showed her around, even my office/bedroom. When she turned to walk out she came face to face with me. There was nothing left to do but take her in my arms and kiss her. She kissed me hungrily, her arms around my neck, she pressed her body hard into me. I took her to the bed and began to kiss her some more and fondle her breasts through her shirt and then slipped my hand under her shirt pushing her bra up. Her nipples now free, I began to lightly tug and play with them watching her reaction. When I moved my hand to her crotch she told me she was on her period that she could not fuck right now.

She was obviously turned on. We continued to kiss. Then out of the blue she asked me.

"Do you want me to do you a favor?"

"What?"

"You know, do you a favor, your thing seems really hard."

I almost cracked up.

"Yes, yes I do."

She didn't hesitate. She reached under my robe and took hold of my cock. I reclined and enjoyed myself. Periodically she would stop and ask me if I liked it. I told her I did, but she didn't seem to believe me. I have excellent control when it comes to having an orgasm and I was exercising it in order to enjoy myself. 

"You can cum in my mouth if you want."

So I did. I was surprised how eagerly she swallowed and continued to suck my cock. Clearly she had promise. 

The next day she seemed more friendly and happier than usual. It is that way with some women. I suppose the cat was out of the bag as far as her attraction to me was concerned. Little did she know what she had gotten into.

She is coming over tonight. She has just had her clitoral hood pierced. Her nipples already had barbells in them. I replaced them with heavy gauge rings. Her blond bush is shaved smooth. She is still a little sore, but she is really proud of the way she looks, proud enough to still want to fuck all the time. I swear, she has unlimited energy. For someone so young she is very aware of how to stimulate her G-spot so that she cums often just from the internal stimulation of my cock. She is rather skinny, with long legs and breasts that are rather pointy and small. Tonight I am going to tied her up and test her to see just what she can take.



A Dominant's Diary Day 03



I got a call today. It was Arial's mother. She was pretty upset. I can't say as I blame her. She didn't approve of our seeing one another. She also informed me that Arial was a very experienced nineteen year old, not a twenty six year old who hates course language. Arial told her all about me and she has given lawyer boy the cold shoulder. Mother wants her to have a future, or so she says. I figure she envies her only daughter getting it from a man the about the same age as she. It looks like I need to get some things straight with Arial tonight.

She arrived about nine. She gets off from work at seven. She looked stunning. I had taken her shopping for some things. She needed some new lingerie, shoes, and jewelry. Young women these days have little sense of how to present themselves and so many of today's fashions make an otherwise attractive women look worse. I took her to have her hair done. She has lovely long wavy blonde hair. Something most women pay enormous sums to achieve. She was always trying to get is to lay straight on her head, but the hairdresser and I showed her how beautiful it was in its natural state. It was full, wild, and still came down over her breasts and to the middle of her back even with the slight trimming of her ends. She wore a full length black knit dress, that clung to every inch of her slim girlish figure. Already quite tall, she was even taller in her black mules. She was a far cry from the girl in the sandwich shop now. 

"You look lovely."

"Thanks."

"Follow me."

I turned and walked down the hall to the living room as she followed me. Up until last night our sex had been fairly conventional. The sex was very good, better than most young girls. She had clearly thought over how she would please me when we were together and she was not at all inept. Young pussy is something every man craves and yet it always seems a little less than you hoped. Arial was eager and uninhibited, with a lean flexible body, and great affection for my cock. I do love a woman who loves my cock. She never complained about my demands for her to suck it or lick it, indeed she frequently just began to suck it on her own when I was in bed with her. But the thing that was missing was mental. I was having a hard time finding her mental buttons. Arial seemed rather shallow, or at least that is the way she wanted to present her self. Maybe she was or maybe there was more to her. I suspect the latter. I figure Arial and her mother had some history I was unaware of.

But tonight I would change things, test her. I was pretty sure of myself, but sometimes with the young ones you never know.

I entered the living room hearing her heels click on the hardwood floor behind me. I took a seat in my leather club chair and turned to look at her.

"Come stand in front of me Arial."

"Okay"

"I can see your nipple rings through the material of your dress."

"I know, they are kind of large, but I like them."

"Why?"

"They remind me of you"

"It appears you didn't wear panties. Why?"

"My other ring has healed up enough that I don't need them to support it. Should I have worn them?"

"You did fine. Does it hurt?"

"A little sometimes, but I don't mind."

"You don't mind that something I made you do makes you hurt?"

"I guess not. What do you mean?"

"Nothing, it is just that I like the idea of you liking it."

"Would you let me sit down? I feel stupid standing like this."

" No Arial. I want you to lift your dress up and get on your knees."

"You want me to do you a favor?"

"Just do as I tell you Arial."

She did what I told her. She seemed to be rather passive and shy by nature. I stood up and walked behind her and took her long hair in my hands as she kneeled, pulling her head back I looked down at her.

"Give me your wrists."

She lifted them up and I removed some handcuffs from my slacks. I put her wrists behind her and lifted them up in such a way she had to bend forward and cuffed her.

"Ooooh, you are kinky aren't you?" she smiled.

I said nothing but slipped a leather dog collar from my pocket and put is around her neck next. I had a small chain leash I attached to it as well. Arial was strangely silent and serious.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Shut up, bitch."

"Why did you say that? You are hurting my feelings." 

She was obviously upset now. I was beginning to wonder how this was going to go. I lifted her wrist up higher forcing her to bend over even more, her face nearly touching the floor.

"Arial, I am not some inexperienced boy. I demand a lot from a woman. I learned today that you have been dishonest with me about your age. You are just barely old enough to play our little game. You should know it was your mother who called me and told me all about you."

"What! That bitch! Don't believe anything she tells you. She is a liar and a drunk."

My sweet, passive pet had come alive. It seems she could be rather volatile. 

"Shut up about your mother. It is you I am interested in. You have lied to me."

I let her go and pulled her up to her feet. Her hair was tossed and her face was red. I found it exciting to see her arms cuffed behind her in her evening dress, her chest heaving, her breast jutting out. Her nipples were hard and pushing through the material of her dress. She just stood there pouting, angry. I led her by her leash to back to my room as she clumsily followed in her heels. I flipped the leash over the rail between the posts of my bed and pulled it snug and clipped it so that it held her up straight, standing at the foot of my bed. I was a little surprised she hadn't said anything. I took some scissors from my desk drawer and lifted the seam of her dress and began to cut upward, slowly revealing her pale skin, first her thin legs, and then her pussy, over her belly and between her breasts until it fell open to either side.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can, darling."

"You are an asshole too, just like my mom."

I took her lower jaw in my hand and squeezed.

"You little cunt, you ungrateful little cunt. Why did you lie to me?"

"I figured you might think I was too young. I liked you."

"You mean you wanted me to fuck you."

"I liked you, you seemed sweet."

"No darling, remember how you wanted to suck my cock, how you so eagerly swallowed down my cum."

"I figured I would have to. You are older and more experienced. If figured you would expect me to."

It really annoys me when a woman won't take responsibility for her own carnal desire. It seems they insist on making it seem it all springs forth from the male mind. They insist on playing the victim. The young ones are especially this way.

"Okay darling, have it your way. You WILL be my victim tonight."

I took her lower jaw again and kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue penetrating her deeply, exploring her mouth, moving around in her like weasel trying to find a mouse in its burrow with no thought of being subtle. My other hand went to the crotch, cupping her pussy and then lifting and letting my middle finger pierce her now, very wet cunt lips. I pushed deep violating her, curling my finger so as to push against her G-spot. She tried to gasp, but I only kissed her harder, my mouth hard over hers, my tongue fucking hers. Her hips began to buck on my hand, my finger massaging that naughty secret spot in her pussy and my thumb pressing on her clit. I intended to turn her into a pile of female lust. I could feel the muscles in her thighs tense and her hips spasm now. She was close to cumming. I let her go. She stood there panting with her torn dress hanging from her shoulders.

I stepped back and began to undress, slowly, taking my time. Arial watched, she called me her beautiful man. She seemed to be impressed with my looks and I let her watch. She seemed wanton now, there actually seemed to be some passion in her eyes. Once naked I moved close to her and put my arms around her, my naked body against hers. She opened her legs and tried to hump my hard cock. I turned her around and unhooked the leash and bent her over the foot of the bed, then stepped around and clipped the leash to the headboard.

I went back and stood behind her bent over body and slipped my dick in her cunt and began to fuck her, but only a little, then I stopped letting my cock slide out and rested it in the crack of her ass. I already knew she had tried but never really had it in the ass. I think she knew that was what was going to happen. She became very tense and quiet. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear.

"Now darling, you have really been a bad girl, you know you have. I am going to give you a choice. You can either take it in the ass, or you can have your ass whipped. Before you answer, remember, you are on thin ice with me. I don't like complications and you are not only dishonest, but your mother makes things complicated with you. Now you think very carefully how I should punish you. If you are smart you will pick the one that you think will please me the most."

"You do whatever you think is right." 

She sniffled trying not to cry. I think she was truly scared.

"Don't worry I will, but you had a choice. Do you wish to give it up?"

"I am so sorry, I really liked you and I don't want to make you mad I just want to please you."

I love it when they say that. I stepped over to my dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube. Arial was watching me as I stroked it on my erect cock. If felt good. I liked the way she watched it in silence. I went and stood behind her ass and teased her asshole with the head of my cock. Then I teased her clit. Rubbing the head of my dick against her clit. She was beginning to squirm now, her arousal rising again.

"Now Arial, you know I am going to give it to you in your ass. You will need to relax. If you don't it will hurt terribly. Of course that is your choice, you will get it anyway. In any event it will feel better as your asshole becomes accustomed to it. You might even find it pleasurable. I know I will. You know it is funny, just a minute ago you called me an asshole. Now you are getting it in your asshole."

I am not fan of anal sex actually. I much prefer pussy. But sometime it is necessary to let someone know who is the boss. Nothing says to a sub that I am dominant like my cock in her ass. 

I squeezed some more lube in the crack of her skinny little ass and began to rub my cock around the opening. She seemed receptive, but I had enough experience to know when the head of my cock pushed past the opening she would gasp with pain. It is a pain no one is ever prepared for. And, that was just what I did. She grunted.

"Take it out, take it out."

"Breath Arial, take deep breaths."

She began to pant. As soon as she did I pushed it in further. Her body stiffened.

"You have to relax darling."

Then I pushed it ball deep into her. She became very still as though afraid to move. I reached around and found her clit and began to rub it until I could feel her relax and begin to move. Then I began to move my cock in and out of her. I think she was surprised that it no longer hurt as much, she even seemed to enjoy it, especially when I would squeeze her tits or play with her cunt. Once I had cum I left her there and took a shower. She looked beautiful bent over the bed. I have a tall bed and her feet could barely touch the floor. Once I dried off I decided to tie each leg to the bedpost so they would be spread wide.

"You might as well know Arial, I have a fondness for spanking little girls like you. You are an angry young girl and simply fucking you won't take care of that. You need to be spanked. DId your Daddy ever spank you?"

"No."

"Hmmm, I'll bet if he had you would not have turned into such slut. I think it is just what you need."

I took a wide leather belt from my closet and doubled it up. I did not spare her. I hit her hard the very first lick. I wanted her to know what I was capable of. She needed to be a little scared. But then, a whipping is kind of like jumping into a cool pool of water. There is the initial shock and then you quickly become accustomed to it. So it was with Arial. She was much tougher than she thought. It was only when I determined that the welts I was leaving were severe enough that I quit. I left her to sob for a while and released her and held her. She was quick to come to my arms, kissing me passionately, greedily, as if glad to be on good terms again. She knew without asking to suck my cock, only pausing long enough to ask me if it felt good and begging me to cum in her mouth. I decided I would rather have some pussy instead and pinned on her back holding her hands above her head while I fucked her. There is nothing like a little discipline to bring out the best in someone. I wasn't sure if it was the pain or the relief of knowing I still wanted her, but she seemed more passionate than usual, cum three times before I allowed myself to cum. We slept a while and then I woke her.

"Arial, don't you think it is time to go?"

"I don't know what time is it?"

"I is three A.M."

"I guess, Mom is probably drunk. She probably won't miss me. Wait a minute! My dress, you cut up my dress! What will I wear."

"Nothing would be fine with me. But since you wore it over here I suppose I will let you wear it home."

"Oh my god, you aren't serious are you."

"Of course, it is dark, you can wrap it around yourself."

She clumsily got up and covered herself as best she could. She looked pitiful. Her hair was a mess and the dress barely covered her backside. I let her out the door and watched as she got in her car and drove away. Then I took the phone and called her mother.

"Hello, I just sent your daughter home to you. I wanted you to know I took good care of her."

Then I hung up and disconnected the phone.



A Dominant's Diary Day 04



As a preface I just want to let you readers know that each day of the diary isn't meant to be consecutive. It is just the day I wrote in the diary.

A lawyer once told me that the trouble with women was that they were just about as bad as men. I really couldn't appreciate it at the time but after a divorce and ten years as a single man, I am coming to understand just exactly what he meant.

As you might expect, Arial's mother came to see me. She called and left a message that she would be coming over. She didn't seem angry on the phone. That can be little scary. Some psychos are really calm like that. 

I expected her to call after the way I treated her daughter. She came over to my home two days later. She parked on the street, walked right up to my door and knocked. ( I do have a doorbell, by the way.) I debated as to whether to answer, but since she wasn't carrying a purse or any other means of concealing a weapon I figured it was safe. I had actually hoped for some sort of confrontation. I thought to myself that this might be fun. She was an attractive women, about as tall as Arial, with wider hips, medium size bustline, but still quite slim. She was wearing a business suit, not at all the slovenly drunk I halfway expected. Perhaps Arial exagerated or maybe she just held her liquor well.

In any event I answered the door. I was barefoot in jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Yes, may I help you," I answered.

"I am Margie, Arial's mother."

"Come in," I said seriously, not wishing to appear rudely smug. I was still hoping I was right about her.

Margie came in and I led her to my living room and offered her a seat.

"I think I should stand," she said nervously.

"Fine, you won't mind if I have a seat then will you?"

"I came over today to let you know that I know what kind of man you are."

I was preparing to be cursed or worse, but then I was pleasantly surprised.

"When I got a look at the what you had done to my Arlal, I knew right away. You see my husband, I am sure Arial told you about his death, was very much like you and Arial is very much like me at that age. I know how you are and what you are like."

With that she turned around and began to unzip her skirt. I confess that her doing that made me instantly excited. I decided to get control of the situation.

"Did I say you could do that?" I said in a calm voice.

"What are you going to do, spank me," she said with a crooked grin. 

With that she let her skirt drop to the floor and turned to face me. The tail of her blouse covered her ass and pussy. She wore no panties. She began to unbutton her blouse and opened it so I could see her pussy. It was freshly shaved.

"Isn't that the way you like it, shaved?"

She shed her blouse and jacket and unhooked her bra. Her tits fell out. They were natural and nice to look at for a woman her age. She had large nipples and they were hard.

"Of course I am not pierced like Arial, at least not yet."

I smiled, and then took control. All that was left was her thigh high stockings and heels.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here."

She did as she was told.

"Take out my cock and suck it."

Without raising her eyes she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I don't usually wear underwear in jeans. My cock was already hard and some precum was shining around the head. She had to know she was turning me on. Maybe she was right, maybe she did know how I was.

Her mouth was hot, hot and wet. She let the saliva run down the sides of the shaft and stroked it using her tongue on the head. It seemed as if she was literally drooling on my cock. It felt damn good. I wondered if cock sucking ability could be hereditary. She tickled my asshole with the other hand. I hadn't had a blow job like this in a while. I know I was going to cum in her mouth soon. I thought, what the heck, and shot my first load of the day down her throat. She never let up swallowing it down and continuing to suck. I couldn't help but think to myself what a lucky guy I was. I treat these women like sluts and they love it. 

At first I figured Margie was just trying to be like a mother bird who pretends to be hurt in order to attract danger away from her young one, that she figured if she fucked me that maybe I would leave her daughter alone. It didn't take long to realize that she was for real though. A wet pussy doesn't lie. Hers was literally dripping on the hardwood floor. You could tell she had been starved for cock. When we were in bed she would suck my cock back to life after I fucked her. She would climb on top of me, rocking her hips on my cock. I would squeeze her tits hard while I drove my cock in her and she would just beg me to squeeze them harder. She had pretty much dried my balls up. I tied her wrists over her head to the head board and got myself some whiskey. I came back to the bed and sat beside her. It was time for a little adult conversation.

"Tell me about yourself. I feel like I should know something about you. You seem to know me pretty well."

"There isn't much to tell. Yeah, I drink too much since my husband died. He found me when I was young and stupid. I was kind of a slut and he picked up on it real quick, got me pregnant young, and then married me. I was shy, but I had a temper. He would beat my ass. It turned him on. The fact that it turned him on turned me on. Never figured out why. I never got spanked as a child. My old man was hardly at home and even when he was he wasn't exactly there, if you know what I mean."

She turned over on her side and faced me. She looked nice the way her tits hung from her chest, her arms stretched out over her head. I liked the way her narrow waist curved into her hips and back down again into her long legs. She didn't seem modest at all, very comfortable in her skin.

"I just know I am one twisted bitch. I like the pain, the bondage, the humiliation. I just love to be put in my place. But mostly, I love to be fucked the way you just fucked me. Damn, how are you able to fuck so long? You made me cum and then kept on fucking me until I came some more. I never had a guy fuck me that good. Most men are a lot of talk, but not you."

"I don't know, I have always had a strong sex drive. Women, seem to sense that I will satisfy them sexually. I have never had a shortage of willing pussy since I was in high school, except of course my ex-wife."

We both laughed.

I think sex it athletic, you have to build yourself up to a level of performance. Most men don't get that chance. I guess I am lucky."

"No, darling, I am the lucky one. I haven't been fucked like that since I was a teenager."

The fact is that the more submissive a woman becomes the more it turns me on. It turns me on so much that I will force an otherwise bitchy woman to submit, because I like it so much. It is the kind of satisfaction one gets when he breaks a horse. It isn't that I don't like women, I just like them to submit. Usually they are glad they did. Margie, was so blatantly submissive, so willing and honest about it, that I found it incredibly exciting. So many women are passive about submitting, Margie wasn't. She freely admitted the way she was. There was no game playing, just pure submission. I think if most women would come clean and admit to what they really wanted they would be surprised at how many men they would attract and how inspired their lovemaking would be. Of course I am just speaking for myself. You tell me.

"I need a guy like you, a guy who isn't afraid to hurt me, to force me, to use me. I can't resist that. Like I said, I know I am one twisted bitch. Here I am telling the man who has been fucking my daughter that I need him to hurt me, and fuck me." She laughed a little, "my mom was right, I am going to hell for sure."

"Poor kid, she is going to be like me. I knew it when I found out she got her nipples and pussy pierced. I knew it wasn't some fad, because she told me about you. She was real proud she was fucking a man the same age as her mother. The kid hates me."

"You like to make girls hurt don't you?"

"Yes I do. I don't know why, but I do. They usually seem I glad and more than willing to let me too."

"I wonder why?'

"Don't know, I just accept it. Just seeing you like you are only makes me want to tie your wrist to that eyebolt over there in the ceiling and use my little snake whip on you. I want to see you with red stripes across your ass, stomach, breast, and legs."


"Do you think it would make your cock hard if you did."

"Yes, I am sure of it."

"Then please do. Do it to me, then do me in my ass."

Later when I pulled my cock out of her ass. I began to dress and I asked her why the business suit. I wondered what she did for a living.

"Oh, my husband had a big life insurance policy and I figured I should dress the part if I was going to see my investment counselor," she said smiling.

Damn, life is sweet.



A Dominant's Diary Day 05



People ask me frequently, people that know me well, why I haven't remarried. I have been single now for ten years. There are only two reasons for marriage. First, to have a monogamous sexual relationship. The second is to raise children. I have no intention to remain monogamous. To remain with one woman and deny the others I know who depend on me to feed their appetites, would not be fair. And my child raising years are behind me now, I had a vasectomy (after my children were grown), something I highly recommend. Having no fear of pregnancy is something that is very conducive to helping a woman submit to her baser desires and allows me to more completely unleash my own desire for pussy. Every woman who wishes to submit to me must understand this. Most balk at first, but soon come to appreciate that I know best, especially when confronted with the idea of diminishing what I give them. You see, for most women, what I do to them is highly therapeutic. They don't need a husband turning over their lives, they just need a man who understands their peculiar desires and is willing to accept them and give it to them. Teri, is a good of example of that.

I met Teri four years ago online. We met on a photography forum. I admired some of her photography, especially her self portraits. We hit it off right away. She had just turned thirty, a nurse in Dallas. I live about four hundred miles away, but she decided to surprise me on her birthday by driving to see me. When she called from the hotel, I offered to show her the town, since it was her birthday. When I got to the hotel room, she had covered the bed with self portraits, very provocative black and white photos of herself in a variety of poses. They ranged from romantic to pornographic. A rather skinny blonde she photographed very well. Needless to say we stayed at the hotel, fucking like wild animals. 

In a matter of months she had moved to my city and started nursing here. 

I see Teri at least a couple of days, sometimes more, every week now. Teri is bipolar. She is bisexual too. (There has to be a joke there) Submissive with me but dominant with girls. One of the symptoms of bipolar women is risky behavior. It gets them in a lot of trouble, usually with men. Teri's personal life had been a disaster until she met me. She needed discipline, she knew it. I gave it to her and she loved me for it. Teri never wanted to get married, she knew better, she had enough sense to know it wouldn't work, and she knew she could get what she needed from me without it.

Teri and I had a lot in common, we both liked pussy. We would go out and she would see some girl and she would say, "Hey, you pick her up and bring her home and we'll gang bang her."

Teri was always thinking of me. She would meet some girl and bring her over just so I could have her too. It is fun to watch another woman dominate a sub girl. Teri used to like to watch me fuck the little bitches too, especially if they were lesbians. When Teri was having a manic episode there wasn't anything she wouldn't do. She took Welbutrin, because it didn't kill her libido like Prozac and the like, but she still had mood swings. No matter what the mood though she always wanted sex. She was the most sexually responsive woman I have ever met. She would come faster and more frequently than any woman I have ever known.

Teri had her dark moods too. I think that is why she liked me so much. I could accept that and not only accept it but deal with it. Shortly, after she moved here she began to stalk me. I knew it was her, some women are obsessive that way. The kicker was that one day I was with another woman and Teri came over and caused a scene. I have a rule. If one of my women sees the car of someone else in my drive, they are not to call or come over until they leave. Well, Teri started banging on the door. Since I had the other woman tied up, I answered the door and let Teri in. She was hysterical. I slapped her hard and took her by her hair and put her on her knees.

"Okay you bitch," I told her," you wanted to see me. Now you get in here and watch me."

I took her roughly by the collar of her scrubs and drug her down the hardwood floors to my office. She was kicking and trying to spit on me. The woman tied spread eagle and face down was getting pretty scared.

I slapped Teri hard and got on top of her tying her wrist behind her back with the sash of my robe. I got some tape and taped her mouth shut and left her on the floor. The woman on the bed, a married woman no less, was getting scared and wanted to be untied. I had to calm her, so I climbed on her back and fucked her. It is amazing what a calming effect getting a hot cock in your pussy does to a woman. I think it turned her on to see me rough up Teri, fear does that to some women.

After she left, I pulled the tape from Teri's mouth. She was sobbing. She began to apologize and begging me not to be mad at her. I untied her. She began to suck my cock and telling me she would be better, that I would see. She told me over and over, she was frantic.

"I know I am a bitch, please don't hate me, I need you so bad, please don't hate me," she said desperately.

"What do you think I should do with you?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"I ought to beat your ass."

Teri was silent.

"Teri, I want you to lean over the side of the bed and stretch your wrist out in front of you."

She did as I told her. She knew what was coming. At that point I had tied up Teri just a few times, just playing. But she knew this was serious. I was a little amazed that this woman that just a few minutes ago was hysterical was now so obedient. I didn't know then just how much she craved to be whipped. I started out hard with my belt doubled up. The initial shock of it startled her and she began to kick. I held her down with my hand in the small of her back while I continued to whip her ass and the backs of her thighs. She began to cry and plead with me to stop. 

Now there is one thing you have to do with a woman when you whip her. You stop when you want to, not when she begs you too. A whipping is designed to train her and when she starts begging and you give in then she is training you. I whipped the hell out of Teri. I whipped her until she quit fighting it, until she just laid there and took it. At that point I didn't really care if she ever came back so I gave it to her good. Her ass was red and blue. I rubbed it some, because it looked so good, especially the sight of her bald cunt peaking between her thighs. My cock was hard from whipping her, so I fucked her too. I was a little surprised to find her so wet. It turned out I had a little pain slut on my hands.

Later after I untied her and fucked her a few more times (It really excites me when a woman gets off on being hurt like that) she had her head on my chest and thanked me over and over for whipping her. She told me how bad she needed it and hoped I would understand. She wondered if I minded whipping her. She said she had tried over and over to get a man to do it to her but they all thought she was crazy and just couldn't give it to her like she really needed. I know it is twisted, but trust me guys, some women need this. I was amazing how much better she felt about herself and how much better she treated me after she got a good whipping. She even gave me the snake whip I own today. She looks beautiful with the stripes across her ass, stomach, back, and tits when I am through with her and she thanks me for every one of them. Teri is just like that, she can't explain it and neither can I, but I love the fact that she needs fucking and whipping so much. The strange thing is that is seems to help her depression so much. She likes to say that being with me "fixes" her. She tells me all the time she is crazy, but it some ways she is the most sane woman I know. She is aware of how she is and goes about getting her needs met in an honest way. Is she perfect? no, but you have to admit who you are before you can ever be who you want to be. In many ways Teri loves me better than any woman I have known. She puts pleasing me at the top of her list and she wouldn't deny me anything. She says it is because I was the first man to could deal with her. I take that as a very high compliment.

Time to go, Teri is getting off of work soon. She just worked three twelve hour shifts in ICU. She'll probably be tired and depressed. She'll need me to tie her wrists to the eyebolt in the ceiling, pull her scrubs down around her ankles and whip her before I take her to bed and spend the rest of the day fucking her between breaks from my working at my desk. I'll play with her all day, letting her sleep between fuckings, then wake her about twelve tonight and tell her to put on her corset and black jeans and we'll go cruising for some pussy.



A Dominant's Diary Nov. 03



I wondered about Cat. How she was going to take it. I wondered if she had ever fucked around on her husband. I figured she had but probably, but not lately. I crossed a line with Cat. I had always just been professional and friendly. I had always let her control the situation, never letting on I wanted her physically, but then I never really did want her before. I am like that. I like to pick the time to make my move. I never let the woman make that decision, but when I make it a sure bet that she'll submit. I had a long way to go with Cat. It was going to take some time to get her where I wanted her. She was a friend after all and I didn't want to fuck up our friendship.

I didn't have to wonder long. She called to today.

"Hey!" her voice was perky and cheerful. Her usual way. It got on my nerves sometimes. I guess that is why I wanted to get under the surface with her, to find out what made her tick.

"Hey yourself."

"Did you get those photos processed?"

"Yep. I they aren't pageant photos but they are damned hot."

"Listen, I am sorry about the other day. I should never let that happen," she said in a lower voice.

"You didn't let it happen. I made it happen. Didn't I tell you you would feel guilty." I waited for her reply, but there was silence. Then I spoke. "And it is going to happen again, and again, and again." There was still silence. "Are you there, Cat?"

"Yes, I am in your driveway as a matter of fact."

"See, I told you."

"I am scared. I am scared of you."

"Don't worry Cat. How long have you known me? Ten years? I have always been good to you. You have always been able to trust me."

"That's the funny thing, ten years ago I wanted you to do what you did to me the other day. Then I got over it and figured we could just be friends. I can't believe the way you made me feel. It was a real surprise to me. It all scares me."

"I am in the studio. I want you to come in the front door and wait on me. Take of you clothes and lay them on the table in the foyer. I will be there soon."

"Okay," and then she hung up.

I gave her a few minutes. I wanted to make her wait. I wanted her to feel naked, to anticipate, to be a little scared. It is easier to make a woman do what you want her to if she is a little scared, plus, I wanted to see how bad she wanted it, wanted me. I knew if she didn't give me any back talk then I was half way where I wanted to be with her. When I turned the corner and looked down the hall there was Cat, standing there looking nervous. Her eyes met mine and then as though embarassed she began to look around as though she couldn't look directly at me. I noticed she had worn a skirt and blouse, business atire, but now she was just standing there in her panties, stockings, heels and makeup.

"You didn't have to dress on account of me."

"I told Gene I had to go to town, a job interview. Gosh, I have never felt so naked in my whole life. You know that isn't like me."

Her voice was quivering, she really was nervous. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. I had her now. She was mine and I knew it. I took her by the arm and led her down the hall to my bedroom.

"Get on the bed Cat. Then lay down on your stomach."

She looked at me puzzled.

"Just do it. You know I will take good care of you. If you will be a good girl, maybe I'll let you have your clothes back. But, if you are bad, then maybe I will have you show those photos to someone that wouldn't understand."

Cat knew I wouldn't actually do that, but it was part of the game. I needed to set the tone. Cat crawled up on the bed. She looked hot on her hands and knees. Just getting in that position seemed to make her hot. I think she expected me to fuck her from behind. She held her ass in the air and lowered her face to the bed. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her flat on the mattress and then spread her legs. I ran my hands up her legs and took the top of her stockings down to her ankles and then pulled them off in one motion along with each shoe. Then I ran my hands back up her legs, feeling them get warmer as I moved closer to her pussy. I rubbed the cheeks of her ass, feeling the tight plump flesh of each buttock under her lace panties. I let my thumbs run down the crease of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, kneading the flesh. Her back arched as though she were offering her ass to me. I took her panties down and pulled them off and then climbed astride her back.

"Give me your wrists."

She hesitated and I took her arms and pulled them together behind her back crossing her wrist. I took a small rope from my pocket and tied them together.

"What are doing," she said seemingly disturbed.

"Anything I want Cat."

Then, in a more relaxed, compliant voice, she said, "I guess you are."

I got up off of the bed and began to undress where she could see me. She was staring unabashedly. Once undressed I stepped over to the bed and took her by her hair and raised up her head. Then with her hair in one hand, I took my other hand and guided my cock to her lips. I teased her lips. At first she wouldn't open them, but the more I rubbed my cock on her cheek and lips she finally opened up, but I didn't put it in. I wanted her to know who was in control. I wanted her to realize that I had just made her open her mouth for my cock. Today she was going to be my toy, my personal slut and I wanted her to know that from the beginning.

"Stick your tongue out Cat. Show me you want it. Stick it way out."

I let her lick the head of my cock and then I pushed it in her mouth. She sucked it in.

"You are a hungry little slut aren't you. I knew you would be."

She could say nothing with my dick in her mouth. I began to push it deeper and deeper, fucking her mouth, using her to make me feel good.

"I'll bet your pussy is wet now. At least it better be."

It was. I felt of her and her pussy lips were swollen and wet. I easily pushed two fingers into her hot cunt. It was time to fuck her. I climbed on the bed and guided my very hard cock between her legs and into her pussy from behind. It was good pussy, damn good pussy. She gasped as I pushed it deep, balls deep, into her. Her hips began to buck under me. Cat was a hot little bitch after all. For some reason I never really thought she would be. So often very pretty women just lay there, like being good looking is enough. I guess the ice breaker from the other day was what she needed to let some of that pent up passion out.

"Harder, fuck me harder." She was quivering, back her ass up against me. She seemed desperate to be fucked.

She did look good laying on her stomach, her tits mashed against the bed, her wrists tied behind her back. I figured now was the time. I pulled my cock out and rubbed in the crack of her ass.

"Don't, don't do that. It will hurt to much. I don't like that."

"Don't worry Cat, I know what I am doing."

I got up and went to the kitchen and got some olive oil, my favorite lubricant, from the cabinet and returned to the bedroom. Cat was struggling on the bed, pulling at her ropes.

"I mean it. I don't want that."

I sat the olive oil on the night stand, then I pulled her to the edge of the bed by her ankles until her legs hung off of the side, pushing one hand between her legs I spread them and then slapped her ass, hard, once, twice, a third time.

"Owww. What are you doing."

"You do as I say, darling. I told you I know what I am doing."

I took the olive oil and poured some in the small of her back and began to rub it down over the cheeks of her ass where I had just spanked her.

"It feel warm doesn't it?"

"Uh huh."

Then I poured some more down the crack of her ass. I poured liberally and spread it all around, on her cheeks, in her crack, between her thighs, and over the lips of her pussy, until her little body was shining and slick. I began to finger her clit, occasionally pushing a finger inside her pussy and pressing her G-spot. She has a g-spot that is easy to find and when you rub it it makes he instantly squirm. It also makes her cunt flood with lubrication.

"Maybe you do know what you are doing," she moaned as her back arched to let me have more access to her pussy.

I got on the bed and pulled her by her shoulders until she was fully on the bed now and straddled her thighs. I poured some oil on my cock and began to stroke it, making it as hard as I could.

"Listen to me Cat. I am going to do this to you whether you want it or not. Now you can follow my directions and make it easy on yourself or, if you don't, it may hurt more than necessary."

"Why do you want to do this to me," she whined.

"You'll understand when I am through."

Cat swallowed hard. I began to rub her pussy again, and then her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, teasing her asshole. I pushed my index finger against her sphincter and she tensed up.

"Easy now Cat. Take deep breaths."

Then I pushed it in only a little. I pushed it further, and as she relaxed I pushed it all the way in.

"See there Cat, it is all the way inside. I told you I knew what I was doing." 

She was beginning to relax, her breathing returned to normal. I slid my finger slowly out of her and then stroked my cock a few times and guided the tip of it to her ass. When I pushed it in she gasped.

"No, no,"

I stopped pushing and held it inside of her, just the head of my cock.

"Breath Cat, breath, you have to relax, you have to take it you know. I want that ass of yours and you are going to give it to me."

I reached around and began to play with her pussy, my middle finger in her clit. It made her sqirm. The more she squirmed the more of my cock I pushed inside her. Pretty soon I had in all the way in. I could feel my balls against her pussy lips.

"There baby, now you've got it. I am going to fuck that ass of yours."

She had relaxed now and my cock slid easily in and out of her. I continued to play with her pussy. I could tell by her breathing she was getting excited. I don't think she thought she could do this and now that she was it was turning her on. Pretty soon she shuddered, I could feel her ass tighten up around my cock as she came. I didn't hold back and in a matter of moments I spilled my cum in her ass. She was sweating and breathing hard as I removed my cock from her ass. She looked good like that, naked, sweaty, with her wristed tied with white rope. I always keep a camera for just such occasions. I got it and took her picture by available light. It was gorgeous.

"I am going to take a shower Cat, then I am going to come back and fuck you some more."

She just laid there passively.

I did what I told her I would do. I fucked twice more that day. It was much better than the first time. I guess she felt freer to let go. I felt like she was trying to fuck me this time and not just letting me fuck her, like she wanted to cum and cum often.

We talked some. She told me she ususally didn't cum when her husband fucked her. She told me that once a long time ago another lover had tried anal sex with her but it had hurt to much, besides she said, he didn't have her tied up. She told me she liked being tied up. She didn't know why. She told me she like the way I treated her, that is scared her, but she liked it.

I told her I was going to tied her up often and in different ways. I told her I was going to show her many new things. I told her how much she pleased me. She hugged me hard and then kissed me hard, pushing her tongue in my mouth when I told her that. That is when I fucked her again. 



A Dominant's Diary Nov. 08



Nov. 8

Sometimes I feel like a vampire. I make women my victims; willing victims grant you. It is the same whether I am photographing them or fucking them. I feed my appetites with them, my need to make them give in to that part of themselves that they have to keep hidden, to admit the animal part of themselves, to treat them as purely female, fucked, dominated, made to please me, to become instruments of my pleasure, objects of desire. I need them to release the masculine in me, to make me feel alive. When a woman is with me, when she gives herself over to me, we become like two vines which twist around each other, a sort of twisted embrace of our own complimentary desires, mine, to use her for my pleasure and hers to be used for pleasure. It is a sort of dance really, a twisted dance.

I kind of felt guilty about Cat. She is married, if unhappily. I definitely have made her life more complicated, but I wanted her and she wanted it, not me, but what I give to her. I have been with enough women to know who will submit to me. I knew Cat would. I just had to handle her right. Most men fuck it up. They let things go to their heads, they let their fears get in the way or they take a ham-fisted approach. There are a million ways to fuck it up. Cat was my victim now. She had a taste and she would want more. She liked it more than she liked to let on. I was going to have fun with her. 

But right now I was hungry. Pussy makes me that way. I can go for long times without it, but when I get it I just want more and more. Most women can't deal with it, certainly not a woman who is satisfied with one orgasm, and few are after they have been with me. Submitting to me does have it's rewards for the woman who can appreciate them. I wanted something less troublesome, something wilder, more twisted, more willing. I wanted Susan. Susan was very twisted, very intelligent, very beautiful, and very ruthless when it came to getting what she needed. Even the way I met her was twisted.

A few years ago I was fucking a girl much younger than myself. She was a little crazy, she was just a sophomore in college when we met. She said she wanted some nude photos, I had photographed her friend and she saw them and soon we were fucking. She even got her friend in on the act. Like I said she was a little crazy, literally. I didn't know it at the time but she was seeing a psychologist at the university she attended. Apparently she told the psychologist about me and our sexual proclivities. One day at work there I got a visit at the studio by someone who said they were the girl's counselor. She told me that she was concerned about the girl and she wanted to ask me if some of the things she had been told were true. It didn't seem very professional, but I went along. The doctor was not bad looking, about thirtyish, slim, 5'7", pale skin, red, wavy hair, and pale blue eye. But it was the freckles that caught my eye. She had these wonderful freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. She was striking, all the more in her gray skirt and jacket, with very high heeled black pumps. She definitely knew how to present herself, a quality I admire in a woman.

"I think I should tell you that Patty is bipolar."

"So, she seems alright to me, maybe a little reckless, but hey, we all can be a times."

"I am sure you are impressed that a woman as young as her is attracted to you, but you must understand that very often women with her condition become sexually obsessed and have difficulty maintaining boundaries."

"Is that a bad thing?" I said laughing.

She didn't answer.

"Patty has told me some things about your relationship, about you, and I wondered if they were true."

"Such as."

"She said that you had sex with her as many as five times in a twenty four hour period."

"Well, the truth is we had sex more than that. I only came five times. I really like to fuck and Patty seemed to like it so much I figured why not. She is a very responsive girl. She comes dozens of times when we get together."

"She said that when you were together that you spent long periods of time in sexual activities, that you did not seem easily satisfied, that your appetite for sex was greater than any man she had known."

Now I was sure of it, it was me she was interested in.

"Well she is young, she doesn't have much experience with many men."

"You might be surprised. She said you would tie her up, spank her, that your relationship involve activities associated with BDSM.

"You are asking some very personal questions. What is your interest here?"

I could see the beginnings of a smile on Dr. Susan's face as she looked directly at me and then she became more serious.

" I suppose I could tell you I was here to protect her or that my interests were strictly professional,… but, that would be wrong. You see, the reason I understand Patty and I was curious about you is that we have something in common. We are both bipolar."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Patty has told me quite a lot about you."

Then she took a more passive posture and her voice became quieter, and she seemed less assertive almost meek.

"You see we not only have this bipolar condition in common but we both have the same appetites when it comes to men and what we need from them."

I couldn't help but smile. This was too good to be true, but it was par for my past experience. Women like this seem to always find me. I have never worked too hard to find willing partners.

"So you like to hear about our little escapades huh? Let me ask you something. You are wet right now aren't you?"

She just nodded yes.

"Then show me. Lift your skirt."

She leaned over and took the hem of her skirt and pulled it up her thighs. It was tight and she had to wiggle to get it up over her hips. She wore neither stockings or panties. Her pussy lips were a deep pink and there was wisp of fine red hair growing on her pubic mound.

"Come over here."

She did as she was told.

I felt inside of her thigh. She gasped as I touched her skin. It was hot. I slowly ran my fingers up to her cunt lips and grazed them slightly. Her hips began to move back and forth in a fucking motion. This bitch was hot! This was almost too outrageous.

"Open you blouse doctor. I want to see those titties."

As she unbuttoned the jacket and blouse I inserted a finger in her pussy. The lips were swollen and slick and yielded easily as I pushed it in. I could feel a small ring in the hood of her clit hidden in the red hair. Once she had she reveal her tits I could see the little gold ring in her nipples. They were nice tits, pale, nicely shaped, her nipples were quite long and deep pink like her pussy lips. She just stood there with her hands at her side humping my finger like she wanted it worse than anything in the world. I removed my fingers from her.

"I gather you like to be hurt don't you. You like the pain don't you?"

She nodded, yes.

"I don't have much time right now, but I want you to go over to that small table and bend over. I want to leave some of my cum in you to remember me by."

She held her skirt up and did what I told her. She really looked nice with her ass jacked up in those heels and bent over the table. I moved up behind her and unzipped my jeans. My cock was hard and dripping precum as I guided in between her legs and into her cunt. I took her by her hips and began to fuck her deeply and slow. She was backing her ass up to me trying to increase the rhythm.

"Faster, faster, fuck me hard, hard and fast."

I took my hands from her hips and pulled her thick hair together in a pony tail and holding her by her hair fucked her the way she asked. She came quickly and hard. Then she came again. And then again, before I came. Damn, I thought, this is a very hot, very crazy bitch. When I finished she was pulling down her skirt and straightening up her blouse.

"I want you to write down your number. I will call you later. We have a lot to talk about."

Susan and I have a long history now. Yeah, she is a little crazy at times, but she is smart, pretty, and so twisted they will have to screw her in the ground when they bury her.

Just thinking about Susan makes my cock hard now. Yep. I will call her.



A Dominant's Diary Nov 15 Pt. 01



I called Susan earlier this week. She seemed down, not too unusual, she is bipolar and at times she becomes depressed. She takes her meds, at least the ones for depression, but the stresses and fatigue of her job in the psych department take their toll sometimes. She said she was glad I called, and that she wanted to see me. I told her I would come over Friday and spend the weekend with her.

Even though it was sex that brought us together, I liked Susan's company too. In the past year we have become good friends. I love her intellect; intelligence has always been a turn-on for me. I have found that intelligence goes hand in hand with a strong appetite for sex as well as an open minded acceptance of all it's variations. We both were aware of each other's shortcomings and we accepted them. We even lived together for about six months.

I drove out to her house. She lived in her parents old home. They were dairy farmers and even though the barns and such had run down she had remodeled the house and it was quite comfortable… and isolated. No one came to the door when I knocked so I went around back and found Susan hanging out clothes. It was warm for November. She had her back to me. She was barefooted wearing a flower print sun dress, her red hair looked beautiful blowing in the wind. The late afternoon sun was shining through the material of her dress in such a way that I could see her naked silhouette through it. She didn't hear me as I walked up behind her.

"Gosh, you scared me."

I smiled, "You should be scared, you might get abducted, tied up and ravished by some stranger."

"Is that a promise? I sure hope so."

"Don't you know it is too cold for going barefooted?"

Even though she was smiling, I could see she felt bad. Her face seemed weary and she wore no makeup. She picked up her clothes basket and headed toward the house in front of me and looked over her shoulder.

"You say that like you think you own me."

"I do."

I caught up to her and flipped up the back of her dress to expose her bare ass.

"See there, my initials branded on the top of your ass."

Susan hated to be depressed, she felt guilty about it, as though I wouldn't like her if she was. That was why she was flirting with me, but I knew her better than that.

"Oh well, maybe you do," she said sweetly.

We just talked and watched TV that night. I brought some food and cooked it for her. I sat beside her and fed her as we watched the Discovery Channel. I liked to feed her. It put her in the right frame of mind. It made her feel dependent, cared for and yet still at my mercy. Later when we went to bed I told her that I was going to fuck her before she went to sleep. I joked and called it my goodnight pussy. 

"I knew your were. I expected you to," she answered in a low serious voice.

She seemed indifferent at first as I got on top of her and pushed the head of my cock against her pussy lips, but still very submissive. She wasn't wet at first but soon my cock made its way to it's full length inside of her. I could feel her pussy respond, becoming slick and hot. Susan is the most sexually responsive woman I have ever met and even in her current state of mind it wasn't long before her ankles were wrapped around me and her hips were bucking against me, grinding her clit against me, and soon moaning to her first orgasm.

I reached around her and rubbed the brand I placed on her ass nearly a year ago.

"You know you belong to me don't you."

"Hu huh. You know you are stuck with me now. No other man would want me with your brand on my ass."

Soon I came and we went to sleep.

The next morning I awoke with Susan's body up next to my back. I could feel her molded next to me, her tits mashed tightly to me and her legs following the outline of my own. I wondered if she was awake. Her breathing didn't sound like that of someone asleep and yet I could feel her breath, warm on my neck. Then I felt her arm around me, rubbing my chest and stomach. Sometime in the night she had gotten up and put her leather cuffs on her wrists. I could feel them against my own skin as she gradually rubbed further down approaching my cock. She found my cock already hard as she began to stroke it. She squeezed some pre-cum from the tip and smeared it around the head of my dick causing my own hips to move.

"I need you to whip me," she whispered. "Would you tie me up and beat me?"

I could tell she wasn't kidding. Susan had been trained to ask for what ever she needed. I would decide if she got it, but she was always to ask when she craved something. She told me that was why she wanted me to brand her. She said that I was the first man who was willing to hurt her, to physically hurt her the way she needed. I told you Susan was twisted. Whipping was foreplay to Susan, she could have an orgasm from it, it literally made her pussy drip. She loved to be whipped until she was crying and begging me to stop, but she didn't really want me to stop. She wanted to know she had no control over the situation, that she was at the my mercy. Before the day was over she would be another person, sexually obsessed, a nymphomaniac, insatiable in her desire to be used and to be punished. She would lose all self control and be dependent on me to control her.

I rolled over and got on top of her and easily slid my cock between her pussy lips. She had not only put cuffs on her wrists, but also her ankles and she wore her collar, the one with the heavy steel ring in it. I took her wrists and held them over her head as I fucked her.

"I see you are feeling better this morning."

"Yes, I will if you whip me."

"Why do you need to be whipped, do you have some confession to make?"

This was a little game we played.

"Yes, I am a dirty nasty whore. All I want to do is fuck. You know how I am. I want to be your slut, your whore, your slave. Make me your private slut, your cocksucking, cumslut. I need to be whipped. I need you to make me cry."

Just saying those words made her cum. Once she came I told her to get up and put on her slut shoes, high spike heeled pumps and thigh high stockings. Then I told her to put on her makeup, heavy with deep red lipstick, just the way a whore would and then come out to be punished.

When she returned I had already attached the spreader bar to the chains I hung from some eyebolts in the ceiling. She stood still as I hooked her wrists to the bar over her head. Her ass was tight, firm and round from the way the heels pushed it up. I liked the way she looked. Back when I first took possession of Susan I had her small nipple rings replaced and heavy steel rings put in them. I removed the tiny gold ring from her clit hood and replaced it with a much larger heavy gauge steel ring as well. Her pussy was now completely bald. Thus with her brand and the rings she looked like what she was, a painslut, sex slave of someone who was serious about his ownership of her. She knew she needed this, she knew how she was. She knew she needed extreme measures to make her faithful. 

She had once been married for a short while but during a manic episode she was caught fucking around on her new husband. It ended badly. She was humiliated in court when her obsessive nature was disclosed. He wasn't strong enough she told me, he didn't understand what it took to make her faithful. That was why she said she had to have me. When Patty told her about me she knew I was what she was looking for. Someone older, with experience with "difficult" women. Someone not afraid to treat her the way she needed.

I picked up my jeans and slid my belt slowly from the loops. Susan looked at it fearfully. I stood behind her, my hand caressing her ass and between her legs and whispered, "Are you scared?"

"Yes. I need to be a little scared of you. It will make me a good girl."

"This is what will make you a good girl."

I stood back and with my belt doubled up, I began to whip her. I whipped her hard and fast with no let up. She began to dance and twist trying to avoid the blows. I took another spreader bar and clipped it to her ankles and then with a small piece of twine tied her clit ring to the bar between her ankles.

"Maybe that will make you stand still. If you move it will only pull the ring."

Then I began to whip her some more. I whipped her hard. Mean red welts were rising on her pale skin. She was crying and begging me to stop. I didn't. I knew from experience that I would have to whip her until the fight was out of her, until she just stood there and took it. I knew when I was through she would have black and blue stripes on her ass, back and thighs. I knew she would love me for it.

When I was through, she put her arms around me sobbing. I rubbed her ass and she began to hump my leg, grinding against it my thigh.

"Thank you, thank you so much for whipping me. Please fuck me now, please fuck me hard."

When I laid her on the bed and put my cock in her I was amazed at how wet she was, how easily it slid in compared to last night. It was only a few seconds before she had her first orgasm.

"Thank you for whipping me, thank you for fucking me so good," she said over and over.

I continued to fuck her. She must have cum three more times. Susan is so delightfully kinky that she inspires me to want to fuck her endlessly. I have never seen a woman like her. She says it is caused by her bipolar condition, but even when she is depressed she will become wet quickly when I make some sexual overture. 

I was getting hot and sweaty and stopped thrusting, but kept my cock inside her.

"Do you like to whip me?"

"Yes."

"I noticed your cock gets hard when you do. I am so glad you like it too. I need you to be willing to hurt me. It fixes my head when you do. Did you know that?"

"Yes, I knew it seemed to help you get out of your funk and judging by how wet your pussy is I figured it was doing you good."

"Would you do it again, whip me again. Whip me and then fuck me some more."

I got up and pulled her to the edge of the bed and flipped her over on her stomach with her legs hanging off of the bed. Between the mattresses I kept a very expensive handmade paddle. It is made of laminated stiff black leather with a hand carved rosewood handle. It is wicked and precise. I stood between her legs and began to slap her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. I pushed her legs further apart and paddled the inside of her thighs, very close to her pussy. I could tell it was making her hot. She was grinding her pubis against the sheets. I kept doing it until she came. 

"Please fuck me now. Fuck me hard. I need your cock in me so bad," she said frantically, desperately. The young woman who had only a few hours ago been depressed was now an insatiable nymphomaniac. And she was mine, mine to use in whatever way I chose, mine to be made a complete slave to my cock.

I swear I have never met a woman who could make me want to fuck her so much and who was as insatiable as she. She could take anything I dished out and ask for more. Sometimes in the middle of the night I would wake her and her legs would fall open ready for me to fuck her. She had never said no to me, never, she told me when we first met that she didn't like to suck cock. It made her gag she said. Now she would take my cock in her mouth at the drop of a hat and worship it skillfully. She used to say that she didn't like a man to put his fingers in her cunt. She said it made her feel violated (go figure!). But now when I am too hot to fuck or sometimes for my own amusement I will finger her, both her clit and her g-spot just to watch her writhe on the bed. It is especially effective when she it tied spread eagle and I force one orgasm after another on her.

We spent the rest of the day me fucking her and punishing her in various ways. We only stopped for a while to take a cool shower and to eat. Her sheets were soaked from my sweat and her juices. 



A Dominant's Diary Susan Confesses



Part Two

This second part is written by Susan. I thought it might be interesting for you to read about things from her point of view-----

I have never met a man like Him.

When I told him I was crazy, he didn't flinch. Then I told him I was really certifiably crazy ( I have a psych file to prove it). I am bipolarII. I have an I.Q. of 152 and I don't look too bad, if you like slim redheads. It has proven a bad combination for a lot of men…, before him. He is the only man who can deal with me, with my moods, my needs, my craziness. I take Welbutrin for depression, but now I don't have to take any mood stabilizers. I hate them, they turn me into someone I am not, they take the edge off of life… I need to see the edge sometimes and He takes me there and takes care of me so I don't go too far. He whips me when I need it and he fucks me anytime he wants. He doesn't think I am weird, just a little twisted, but then so is he.

Not many men would brand a woman, he branded me, he owns me. I think he loves me, but he wouldn't say so, but I tell him all the time… and I really do. I love to cook for him, to bath him, to pet him, to be his slut, the object of his desire. I know he has other women. It is okay. It would be selfish not to let him. Too many other women need a guy like him. Besides, I can't be around him all the time. I have too much responsibility at the university. Being bipolar makes me sex obsessed and if I didn't have the distraction of my job I would never do anything but beg him to fuck me. I could write more but he told me to write about something hot, something that would turn all of you on.

The first time I saw Him he was wearing an oxford cloth shirt and Levis. He had the nicest ass and the Levis really showed it off to good advantage. His cock was right out front in his jeans and I could see the outline of it bulging under the material. His manner was confident and relaxed, very casual. He seemed very comfortable in his skin. His eyes were the first thing I noticed about his face. They were dark brown and seem to give off a heat when he looked at me. There was a just a touch of gray in his temples and in his mustache.

He had been fucking a girl, a student, whom I had been counselling. She was bipolar like me. I didn't believe the stuff she had told me, but frankly hoped it was true and if so I was envious. I wanted him even before I had met him. I never figured he would be so good looking or even give me a second look. At our first meeting I tried to be professional and even assertive, but after being in his presence, after looking at this rugged man with broad shoulders, narrow waist and the cutest ass I has ever seen, I became submissive and wanton. I could feel my nipples stiffen and the pit of my stomach spasm as my clit began tingling. I was afraid my juices would literally run down the insides of my thighs. I was such a slut for him. I did everything he told me to and let him fuck me right there on the spot, just as I hoped he would.

It was a week before he called me. He told me to come to his home the next day, let myself in, and I would find instructions on the desk in the entry hall. I couldn't sleep that night. I fucked my big purple vibrator all night trying to imagine what he had in store for me. My past is full of men I hoped could understand me, who could give me what I craved, but every single one proved to be more talk than action. I am multi orgasmic. I can come over and over and most men have found that to be intimidating. I am manic when it comes to sex. One orgasm just sets me off and I find I need more and more. I need a man who can deal with that and set some boundaries; you know, discipline. I am also a sensation junkie, especially for pain. The feel of a belt on my ass not only hurts but it makes me wet too. I can't explain it. I just know I need it. I hoped He would not be like the others.

The note was on the desk just as he said. The house was quiet. The note said to undress, fold my clothes and place them in the bottom drawer of the chest on the opposite wall. As I removed my blouse and bra, I sensed I was being watched. I was. I spied a security camera over a mirror at the end of the hall. I found that unsettling and arousing. I began to tremble, my breathing became rapid. I felt a tingling in the pit of my stomach. Too much coffee and nicotine I told my self. I felt I was losing control. I felt like I would do anything. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, then pushed my panties to my ankles and stepped out of them. I wondered if I should take my shoes off and then I did just to be safe. I folded my clothes and squatted down to open the drawer. There in the drawer were four leather cuffs. There was also a black leather collar with one large ring hanging from it. From the ring two small nipple clamps were suspended from chains. The clips had screws to limit just how tightly they closed on the nipples. There were five small brass "Master" locks laying on another note. Each lock was open. There was also a pair of very severe high heeled pumps in the drawer. Squatting naked on the floor I took the note and read it in my trembling hands. I felt a chill and my nipples stiffen painfully. I sensed that my pussy lips were slick and gaping from the fact that I was squatting. I wondered if he planned it this way. I wondered if he knew how all of this would make me react and how it would make me feel.

"If you wish to change your mind, now is the time to do it. Otherwise, follow my directions. Whilst standing put the shoes on your feet, then bend over and apply the cuffs to each ankle, after that each wrist, then lock each of them with one lock. Put the collar around your neck and apply the clamps to your nipples. Then put you clothes in the drawer and use the last lock to lock the drawer. Stand up and face the mirror and then go to the mirror turn right and then go down the hall to the last door on your left and knock. You are being video taped. If you fail to do as instructed this is as far as you will go."

Straight forward and simple, He knew how to test me, to see how bad I wanted it. He knew how to get me under his control with no escape and no choice. I liked his way. There was none of that cliched master/slave talk, no pontification, just specific directions, directions designed to find out just what I was all about, directions that demanded unconditional surrender. I wondered if he knew just how bad I wanted that.

I did everything I was told. As I clicked each lock shut I became aware of just how much control I was giving up. I can't explain the excitement I felt. He has the kind of confidence that makes you trust him. He isn't a smooth fast talker, but you get the sense that he means what he says and he keeps his promises.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The heels were high, very high. They made my feet hurt. They made my ass look great! They made me stand up straight, with my shoulders back, my chest projecting my tits straight out. I pulled the rings on each of my pierced nipples, stretching them and applied the clamps to each one. Then I backed off the screws and let the full force squeeze them. I savored the pain. I immediately felt warm, felt the heat in my stomach, the tingling in my clit. I was beginning to understand Him to understand just why He had this power over me. I looked to my right down the hall and walked to the last door on the left. I was sure he could hear the click, click of the heels on the hardwood floor. I was panting, tense with anticipation. I just wanted to be fucked so bad. I wanted him to hurt me, to make me a little scared, to take me to the edge and let me look over but not fall. I knocked on the door. I could hear movement inside. Then I heard the His invitation to come in.

I wasn't prepared for what I saw. He was shirtless standing in front of a narrow window, the light of which almost blinded me. He was almost in silhouette. A woman was bent over a wooden device, a leather strap held her down by her waist. Her wrists and legs were strapped to each leg of this piece of furniture the top of which was just wide enough to support her mid-section. Her breasts hung from one side and her ass dangled from the other. I could see stripe across her ass and when I looked at him I could see the whip in his hand.

"I thought you might like to see Patti and I playing our little games. You seemed so curious."

I didn't know what to say. It was Patti. I was embarrassed and ashamed that my own lack of control allowed me to get in this situation. I felt so vulnerable, off balance,… and so damned excited. Without saying a word he began to whip her some more. She tossed her head from side to side crying out in pain, begging him to stop.

"She doesn't really want me to stop. Look here."

He set his whip aside and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart.

" Come closer, look at this. See her pussy. The little whore is practically dripping."

He teased her pussy and she arched her back lasciviously as though offering it to be fucked.

"The more I whip her the wetter she becomes. Tell me, are you wet too. Come here."

Wordlessly I obeyed and he roughly felt my pussy, easily sliding a finger between my lips.

"You know Patti and I planned this. Patti is so good at finding like minded women. For someone so intelligent I am a little surprised. I guess you can be a little impulsive at time can't you?"

I just nodded.

He asked me if I wanted to go. If I wanted to be released. I said no. Then he reminded me of my situation, that I had freely applied my bonds and that he took that as in invitation to do with me as he pleased. He reminded me that I had be video taped and that he would not be afraid to use it if he needed to enforce my obedience. I was beginning to get a little scared. His demeanor changed though and his voice became gentler, more caring.

"Don't worry, you'll find I will take good care of you. You may even find that I understand and accept more about you than you might know."

He said it in a way that made me feel as though he was right, although I think that I surprised him with how twisted my appetites could be late on.

He released Patti and wordlessly she left the room only glancing at me as she walked by. I suppose she let herself out. I never saw her again.

"Whipping ass really make me hot." 

I could see the bulge in his jeans.

"You get in that bed and I'll get out of these jeans."

He wore no underwear. His cock was heavy and hard. His balls were shaved and hung low. It was a beautiful cock. I crawled up on the antique iron bed. He took some rope from a dresser drawer and pushed me on my back, straddling me, raising my arms above my head and tied my wrist to the bed. I opened my legs anticipating is cock. He didn't disappoint. He held himself over me and teased my pussy lips with the head of it. He was looking directly in my eyes.

"Beg."

"You know I want it. Why don't you just fuck me?"

"Beg."

I just arched my back trying to get him to push inside me. He seemed to sense my pride, my reluctance to speak any words begging him to fuck me. Then he laughed and pushed his cock inside me deep and hard. I gasped at the sensation. He leaned down, his mouth next to my ear, as he got into a rhythm. He called me nasty names, told me how my pussy felt. His cock felt soooooo good. He really knew how to fuck and his stuff lined up just right with mine. Every thrust of his cock rubbed against my G-spot. I was cumming in no time. It seemed as though he would slam harder into me each time I came never letting up. I hooked my ankles around his legs and fucked him back afraid he would soon come and leave me wanting, but he didn't; he just fucked me and fucked me. I have never known a man who could fuck as long a he can. My lips were getting dry and numb from cumming. Then he spoke into my ear as he continued stroking my cunt to that wonderful rhythm.

"You want me to whip you like I did Patti don't you?"

I looked right into his eyes and said yes.

"How did you know?"

It was amazing to me that he seemed to sense that was just what I was thinking, but then he has that ability. He seems very sensitive to just what I need. I have learned that very often he seems to just know me, even better than I know myself. He always talks about horses and sometimes I feel like he is my trainer, making me better, giving me the things I have always wanted but was too ashamed to ask for. He just accepts my twisted passions and even seems to be excited by them.

"Then beg for it."

I did. I begged to be tied up and whipped. After the way he had just fucked me I could not help but to obey.

"Don't be afraid to whip me hard. I need to be a little afraid of you."

I hated it when he pulled his cock from me, I always do. He got up and took hold of my ankles flipping me over on my stomach and pulling my arms taught over my head. Then he got up and went to the dresser and opened it pulling out a leather strap. It was stiff thick black leather with a beautiful carved wood handle. It looked expensive. I expected him to tie my legs apart but he didn't. Instead he gently rubbed the leather on the cheeks of my ass and lightly at first began to spank me. He was very precise, very firm. Each lick not only stung but I could feel it in my clit. I could feel my womb contract. I could only image how wet my pussy had become. I felt as though I would cum again. (If any of you women out there are bipolar you know how easy it is for us to cum.) But then he began to strike me harder, much harder than before. It hurt. I began to struggle, but he didn't seem to care.

"It hurts," I whined.

He only hit me harder and faster. I began to kick my legs and he put his hand in the small of my back to hold me down has he continued. I began to cry but he didn't seem to care.

"Please stop," I cried, "please," I sobbed. He continued not letting up in the least. I could see his cock. It was stiff and hard too. I felt a sense of pride in knowing that what he was doing was giving him pleasure. (See, I told you I was crazy.) Then I just quit crying. I just took it. It still hurt, but the fight was out of me. He was in control now and I knew it. 

Once I stopped resisting he stopped whipping me. He untied my wrist and took me in his arms as I sobbed on his shoulder like a little girl.

"Please fuck me. Fuck me until you cum. I need your cum inside of me."

He had done it. He had made me beg for him to fuck me. He fucked me until he came and we spent the night there. He woke me twice in the middle of the night and fucked me some more. I love the way he just rolls over on top of me pushing my legs apart like he owns me and fucks me anytime he wants. ( He really wants to a lot ) I woke him the next morning with my mouth on his cock. I could help it. Here was this man who wasn't afraid to whip me until I cried and could fuck my brains out. He wasn't even awake as I straddled him and slid his cock inside me. It felt so damn good. 

We have since become good friends. I am his slave. I belong to him. No man ever understood me or could deal with me until him. And certainly no man ever fucked me so well. He tells me I need to fucked more than most women and that he is just the guy to do. He is so right.