8 comments/ 38000 views/ 11 favorites To You By: FluteMaster Dear submissive, You have asked what it is that I, as a Dominant, would wish for, would desire, would be pleased to receive. And I believe it only appropriate to reply as honestly as I able to such a heartfelt request. I want to know you firstly as a person, someone with a mind, with thoughts, with opinions and with hopes. I want to be proud of you and your achievements, and I want to be warmed by your joy, your happiness and your passion. I want to share hopes and dreams, laughter and tears, light and darkness. At its root, I want our relationship to be fulfilling emotionally and intellectually. Without the ability to be open and honest at this level, we can never hope to be open and honest at a sexual level. I want to know you secondly as a woman, with a woman's desires, a woman's passions, a woman's vulnerability, a woman's need to be held, sheltered and affirmed. I want to know you intimately; your curves, your sensitive places, your melting points, your tenderness. I want to know your love, your care, your affirmation of me. I am a Man, and I seek a special Woman to complete me, a woman who is brave enough to explore herself, and to be open and frank about her desires and needs. I cannot read minds, and neither can I guess at your inner passions. Again, without the ability to be open and honest at this level, we cannot hope to be open and honest at the D/s level. I want to know you thirdly as a submissive to me. I want to know the pleasure of your willingness, your eagerness, your happiness in kneeling to me. I want to see the light of joy in your eyes as your place yourself before me, seeking my pleasure, and trusting me for yours. I want to see the ecstasy in your eyes as I place the collar around your neck, and to see the eagerness in your body to serve me utterly. I want that submission to be not only in private, in the bedroom, but implicit every moment of every day. I want you to know that your service to me, your giving and openness to me, your desire to please me is the most precious gift I could ever have. If you can call forth my true dominant nature, you will have uncovered something that no one else will have seen or will know. And I want to celebrate that submission physically. I want you to be open to me sexually at all times, even though days may pass before I avail myself of you – the fact that you are always keeping yourself ready and open to me will be a source of arousal for me. I want you to learn to accept, to cherish and to celebrate your sexuality. I want you to take pleasure in masturbating several times a day, though not to orgasm, just so you are always heightened in your own state of arousal. I want you to desire me constantly in every way that a woman could possibly desire a man. I want you to desire to take me in your mouth, to make me hard, to submit your mouth and throat to my deepest and most penetrating thrusts. I want you to be grateful if I should deign to shed my cum in that place, and for you to eagerly drink it down and tell me how happy you are to do so. I want you to desire that so much that you will always wear red lipstick and makeup to enhance your attractiveness, and to indicate by your manner that you are always willing to serve me in that way. I want you to desire to receive me in your cunt, to always be free of any clothing that might restrict my access there. My hands, my mouth, my cock, any toys that I may choose are always welcome there. Whether standing, kneeling or lying down. Whether on your front or your back, your cunt is my playground. You will keep it shaved and massage cream into the skin. When you masturbate, you will think of me using you. You will yearn not only for the sensations of sex, but also to submit to my controlling you. You will only cum when I give permission, and you will give that control to me in obedience and in recognition that your own pleasure will increase. You will allow yourself to learn the pleasure of clamps on your labia, and of fine chains to pull them apart and expose your tender inner membranes. You will wear toys for me, and perform for me as the sexual slut that you know you are for me. You will learn to appreciate being spanked on your cunt and to thrust up your hips so that your Master may see your eagerness to be punished that way. I want you to desire me in your arse, to yearn with a deep ache to be stretched there by my hardness. As my submissive you will always open that hole to me and be grateful that I use that passage. And as my submissive, you will appreciate my desire, my longing, my need to be able to fuck your arse as a matter of course. You will never wear any clothing that hinders my access to you there, and at a word, a sign, a look, you will eagerly proffer that entrance to me. If you are able, you will pull your cheeks apart. If you are able, you will hold my cock against your puckered rosebud. If you are able, you will perform for me by using your fingers to stretch and distend that ring, opening your self to your master for his favourite act. Standing, kneeling or lying down, you will always be eager to welcome me in your bottom, and to groan with happiness if I should be pleased to shed my cum in your rectum. I want you to desire me to chastise you, to punish you, to spank you, to use a flogger on you, to learn to appreciate the sting of the cane and the ache of the paddle. I want to see your bottom marked with the signs of my handiwork, and your cunt to weep with joy at my attentions. I want you to desire this attention so much that you will dress in appropriate clothing and crawl to me on your hands and knees, an instrument of chastisement in your mouth, your eyes begging me to use you for my pleasure. I want you to be eager to be my play pet, to be my dog, my kitten, my pony. I want you to wear a dog collar, to eat from bowl, to be led round on a leash. I want to see you in high heels with a harness and blinkers, trotting a circle as I use a schooling whip on you, a butt plug with a horses tail lodged in your arse. And in all this, I want to se the signs of your arousal, of your sexual desire increased by my use of you in this way until you are whimpering with need for release. I want you to desire to be so submitted to me that you will happily kneel to me as I piss on you, marking you as mine, rejoicing in your obedience to me. I want you to open your mouth and lean your head back, letting my warm stream splash over your face and into your mouth, trickle down your chin and off your curves. I want you to be aroused by this, as I will be. I want you to hungrily seek my cock in your mouth , your cunt your arse, to need to be used roughly as my sex toy, my fuck pet. I want you to give yourself to being blind folded, tied up, suspended, placed over a bench, bent over a tree trunk in a clearing. I want to see you naked on a St Andrews cross, and to tease your breasts, using silk, fur and flogger, pinching, scratching and spanking your soft mounds as you twitch in pain/pleasure. I want to push my fingers in your wet cunt and to tell you what a dirty slut you are for enjoying what I am doing. I want to see you marked with my attentions, and then to hear your cries of pleasure as I use a vibrator on you and wring from you your orgasms. I want you to be proud to be displayed by me, to rejoice at being my slut pet in public. I want you to accept wearing slut clothes in public, and to be lewdly displayed in clubs. I want you to be proud that your Master delight in showing you off, and in using you for his pleasure when ever appropriate. And when you cum, whenever you feel that climax, whenever I gift you with the sweetness of sexual relief, I want you to call out my name, to thank your Master. And at the end, I want you to be happy, to be fulfilled, to be grateful that I am your Master. I want to be your world, your joy, your own desire and focus. When all is over, and the toys are put away and the passion has cooled on our skin leaving traces of our cum and scent on each other's flesh, then I want again to see your smile, and to hear the pleasure in your voice, to know that there is nowhere else you would want to be but at my feet or in my arms. Your own FM To You Walking from the mall, the parking lot seemed longer than a football field. The wind was pushing the temperature below the predicted -20 degrees that had been holding for almost a week. "Thank heaven for auto starts," he whispered. His warm breath melting her ear where it touched, he tucked her in close to protect her from the biting wind. A few feet from the truck he pushed the auto start to open the doors. The few minutes the vehicle had run did little to take the chill off the inside. Shivering he helped her in before going to the driver's side, getting in himself and turning the ignition Tucking her hands between her thighs to warm her fingers and clenching her teeth to keep them from chattering, she kept glancing sideways to see if he was really looking at her. A feeling she had been getting all day. He had spent the whole day attentively attracted to her, listening to her every word, cuddling close and stealing kisses every chance he got. Putting his arm around her in the movie theatre and whispering in her ear. The caring and gentleness he showed was intoxicating. After the movie dinner was lovely, but the anticipation of what was possible pushed dinner along more quickly than necessary. Asked later what they had to eat -- she couldn't remember. All she could see in her mind's eye was the look in his eyes that made her melt. The look that made her want to crawl into his embrace and never leave. Walking to the truck was exhilarating even with the frigid temperature. Climbing in the seats felt cold and stiff from hours of sitting in subzero temperatures. Thanks to the great heater and the chemistry bubbling between them the truck warmed much quicker than expected. Peeling off her heavy coat and shoes, she surprised him by crawling over the console and curling up in his lap. A bit of a tight squeeze between his body and the steering wheel but she felt comfortable and safe cradled in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in the warm spot on his neck. She could smell his cologne, taste it on his skin where she kissed him. Dropping light kisses on his neck and along his jaw he leaned his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. A quiet moan escaped his lips when she took his ear lobe between her teeth, nibbling gently before running her tongue around the rim of his ear. "Goosebumps," he whispered before they both giggled, his lips coming down on hers, locking them in an intimate embrace of arms, bodies, mouths and tongues. His tongue running deftly across her lips, they parted allowing him access to the delicate place behind her upper teeth. His exploration of her mouth sent a shudder of delight down her spine. Kissing, sucking and nibbling each other's lips sent time whirling out of control, until she began to squirm. "My foot's asleep -- it's all pins and needles!" Reluctantly she returned to the passenger side of the truck, stretching out her leg to coax the feeling back. Gently he took the sleeping foot between his hands, rubbing it gently back to life. They sat talking in the orange glow of the lot lights. They shared their dreams and desires for the future. What they wanted for their lives. The music in the CD player, a gift from her, played through unheard. They were wrapped in each other's presence, lost in the electricity that buzzed between them like a high tension wire. "What do you want to do?" he asked as she shifted back onto his lap. "In future don't buy a vehicle with a console." Giggling, she planted another long kiss on his mouth letting their tongues dance together with wild abandon. "I'll take that under advisement." He mumbled not wanting to break the connection with her eager lips. "What do you want to do?" she asked knowing they were thinking the same thing -- both afraid to say what they really wanted. His hands wandered lazily up and down her back, occasionally stopping to offer an appreciative squeeze to her behind. Still enjoying the connection of their lips, his hands pushed their way beneath her sweater cupping her warm breast in his hand and kneading it gently. With his lips he traced patterns across her face and down the soft underside of her jaw. Her hands played with the hair on the back of his neck and around his ears. Relaxing into his arms a soft sigh escaped from deep inside her throat. "What do you want to do, it's getting late." "I want to be with you." She said meeting his gaze intently. Inside the hotel room, he pulled her into his arms pinning himself between her and the door. Holding her there he traced warm wet kisses down her neck, pushing her sweater over her head to expose her delicate skin. Unhooking her bra, he released her full breasts his waiting touch. Bending to kiss her more deeply, he held her breast in his warm hand thumbing the nipple to a hard rosy peak before sucking it into his mouth. Dancing his tongue lightly across her attentive nipple sent a shock wave straight to her sweet spot. Now it was her turn, pulling his sweatshirt over his head to expose his chest, she ran her hands appreciatively over his warm skin, taking time to anoint each nipple with loving tenderness. Sucking lightly to make each nipple hard, the bulge in his jeans evident of what he wanted. She could feel their hearts pounding together in time, as they slow danced to the bed. The room aglow from the fireplace. Warmth enveloped them. Laying on the bed together his body half over hers, his hands lazily wandered down her skin leaving scorch lines in their wake. His touch set her on fire, the aching desire in her tantalizingly delicious. Her nails tracing patterns on his back, they continued to explore the tenderness of the moment. Bodies entwined, lips and tongues tasting, hands exploring. The minutes hung in the air around them like stars in the crisp night sky. She never felt him unbutton her jeans but she did feel his hand slide between her skin and her panties, sending and explosion of desire through her core. Wiggling out of them both she lay naked beside him. His lips blazed trails across her skin, coming to rest at the bud between her thighs. Voluntarily, she spread her legs to allow him greater access. Licking and sucking her already wet pussy, whipping her into an even greater frenzy, she writhed on the bed beneath his adept hands and mouth. Cries of ecstasy and moans of delight no longer contained within her. When he plunged his agile fingers into her wet and waiting love box she exploded in delicious orgasm that sent shock waves through her entire body. Panting, she pulled at his jeans eager to get them off, to taste him and feel him inside her. When his manhood sprang free of its enclosure, she could barely contain herself. Pushing him back on the bed she buried him deep in her mouth, sucking his engorged member, enjoying his taste and texture. Cradling his balls in her hand and rubbing them gently. She made long licking strokes on the tender underside of his rock hard erection. Alternating between licking and sucking until he was quivering with need, she took joy in the sounds escaping his lips. His moans sending her own desire off the charts. Moving to straddle his hips she plunged his rock hard member deep inside herself, holding him there to wholly experience the fullness he created within her. Slowly they began to learn each other's rhythm. Moving together, pushing each other higher and higher to release. Bending to him her stiff nipples brushed his chest as they locked mouths again, tongues dancing to the rhythm their bodies were creating. When his need overtook him -- he rolled her onto her back, her legs instinctively wrapping around his body, his maleness pistoning harder and faster until he exploded within her. Locked in an embrace neither wanted to be free of, they rested in each other's arms. Their breathless gasps returning to normal. Wanting to taste their juices mingled together, she again took his member and plunged it deep in her mouth. Wanting to taste all of them she licked and sucked, his not yet flaccid cock springing back to life. He lay back enjoying her ministration holding her hair in his hands, winding the long strands around his fingers as she joyfully sucked his large member hard again.