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A Dream of Extreme Control (part 5) – NSFW

Posted in D/s, Dominance, Story Time, submission with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 16, 2012 by Xajow

This is post is Not Safe For Work. This post has been rated BP-MA (blog post-mature), and is only for mature audiences. This post contains part five of a story with sexual language, naughty words and an extreme level of control by one person of another. (For part four and links to previous installments, click this link.) So there is no mistake, I repeat, an extreme level of control by one person of another. The characters in this story are all highly trained, imaginary constructs. Reader discretion is advised. Continue reading

A Dream of Extreme Control (part 4) – NSFW

Posted in D/s, Dominance, Story Time, submission with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 12, 2012 by Xajow

This is post is Not Safe For Work. This post has been rated BP-MA (blog post-mature), and is only for mature audiences. This post contains part four of a story with sexual language, naughty words and an extreme level of control by one person of another. (Part one, part two, part three.) So there is no mistake, I repeat, an extreme level of control by one person of another. The characters in this story are all highly trained, imaginary constructs. Reader discretion is advised. Continue reading

A Dream of Extreme Control (part 3) – NSFW

Posted in D/s, Dominance, Story Time, submission with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 9, 2012 by Xajow

This is post is Not Safe For Work. This post has been rated BP-MA (blog post-mature), and is only for mature audiences. This post contains part three of a story with sexual language, naughty words and an extreme level of control by one person of another. (Part one, part two.) So there is no mistake, I repeat, an extreme level of control by one person of another. The characters in this story are all highly trained, imaginary constructs. Do not try this at home. At least, not with the blinds open. Reader discretion is advised. Continue reading

A Dream of Extreme Control (part 2) – NSFW

Posted in D/s, Dominance, Story Time, submission with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 16, 2012 by Xajow

This is post is Not Safe For Work. This post has been rated BP-MA (blog post-mature), and is only for mature audiences. This post contains part two of a story with sexual language, naughty words and an extreme level of control by one person of another. So there is no mistake, I repeat, an extreme level of control by one person of another. All participants in this story are skilled, imaginary constructs of my imagination. Do not try this at home. Reader discretion is advised. Continue reading

A Dream of Extreme Control (part 1) – NSFW

Posted in D/s, Dominance, Story Time, submission with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 15, 2012 by Xajow

This is post is Not Safe For Work. This post has been rated BP-MA (blog post-mature), and is only for mature audiences. This post contains part one of a story with sexual language, naughty words and an extreme level of control by one person of another. So there is no mistake, I repeat, an extreme level of control by one person of another. Reader discretion is advised. This post is also completely fantasy. You should not try this at home. You have been warned, people. Continue reading

Thinking about NSFW Things

Posted in D/s, Dominance, Story Time, submission with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 20, 2012 by Xajow

Blood is flowing to a certain body part really well today. Which inspires me to want to do things. Not constructive things. Sexual things. BDSM things. Continue reading

Story Time – A Man and His Submissive – Prologue

Posted in A Man and His Submissive, D/s, Story Time with tags , , on June 22, 2012 by Xajow

The moment for which you have been waiting is now here. Without further ado, the prologue of the story.

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He sat on a large, leather covered recliner. She sat on the floor at his feet. She felt the texture of thick denim beneath her cheek. She was leaning against his leg. He was wearing a dark, mud brown dress shirt, black jeans and tactical boots. She wore pink panties and a white T-shirt with the word owned printed on it. The word owned was stretched snugly over her breasts.

They were watching a news and opinion program on television. When the pundits on the program said things he did not like, he would not hesitate to say so outloud. She would smile as she listened to him talk. She liked hearing his thoughts. She liked hearing him speak loudly. For reasons she could not pin down, it made her feel safe.

He shook his head at people who could not see or hear him. He sighed and then petted her hair. He liked the sensation of the softness of her hair against his hand. Her hair felt like silk. He leaned down to smell her pale, strawberry blonde tresses. Her hair smelled of peaches and cream. He smiled. “You’re lovely,” he whispered. He petted her hair once more and turned his attention back to the television.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said softly. She grinned and squeezed his leg. She looked up at him. His features were ordinary, but he was handsome to her. She wanted to reach up and run her fingers through his dark brown hair. He wanted to lean her head against his neck and feel his lean, strong arms hold her. But she waited at his feet. Her gaze traveled back down his form, and stopped at his crotch. Unconsciously, her tongue wet her lips.

He felt her start to nuzzle his knee. He smiled. This was her silent way of asking to be in his lap. He let her continue. He enjoyed her sitting at his feet and silently asking for permission. This kind of moment felt satisfying to him. He looked down at her head and stroked her hair. He was glad she was his. He watched her gently rub her cheek against the leg of his jeans. He was reminded of the way she sometimes rubbed her face against his cock. She was such a sensual being. He grinned and patted his lap. Continue reading