Where You Belong

Where You Belong

He took me by the hand and led me to his knees

He looked me in the eye and told me to say please

I longed to feel that hand smack me hard and make me sigh

I wanted some release, to wince, to beg, to cry

So I dropped down to my knees and looked down toward the floor

And Daddy said that’s not enough, I needed to give more

So I placed my face toward the ground and pushed my hands out straight

I stayed there for a moment as he looked and made me wait

But still it was not deemed enough, he wanted me to beg

And so I shuffled forward and placed both hands round his leg

I lifted my face upwards to stare into Daddy’s eyes

And with such fire deep within them he then took me by surprise

By lifting me in one fell swoop, grabbing handfuls of my hair

He laid me down across him now, lifting one hand in the air

As he swiped and smacked and spanked me, and brought tears to my eyes

As the pain and pleasure swirled through me releasing primal, strangled cries

Dedicated to his task he said few words as he worked on

Except “Little girl, my sweetest thing, you know just where you belong.”


My Toy…A Sub-Slave Fantasy

My Toy…A Sub-Slave Fantasy

I walked around her, knelt there on the floor in the perfect submissive pose, knees apart, bottom resting on her heels. I watched her heart beating hard in her chest and her breath coming in sharp, short bursts of excitement…her long straight hair was hanging down either side of her hidden face like a silken curtain; beautiful and heavy, thick and a lovely ashy blonde.  Her breasts were pushed up in a cup-less bra, supported only by the underwire and a slip of pink silk which held them up high – nipples taut with anticipation of a finger or tongue.


Her pale slim wrists rested against her lower back, bound with a black satin bow, which matched her panties also.  She looked delectable.  And I was excited to say she was all mine for the night. My toy.  My plaything.  My first sub of my own.  A gift from Sir who was allowing me to play out one of my deepest fantasies.  He has spanked me hard until I had come up with a single fantasy which was far beyond the realms of my reality.  He made me work for this experience…I had told him many other fantasies as he spanked, but none of them were deep enough for him…until I told him my desire to have my own submissive slave for the night.  He asked me to describe her in great detail as he switched from spanking me to bringigetoutofhandcuffs_article.jpgng me to the verge of orgasm with his fingers deep inside me.  This, mixed in with my words and actually speaking my fantasy out loud for the first time ever and starting to imagine it actually happening and coming true created such a desperate rapture within me that I came so hard that night that I squirted all over him…and this pleased him.

And now here she was…exactly as I had described her.  Where had he found her?  Not really my problem I suppose.  I knew she was mine and mine alone…but he of course was to watch – how could a sub refuse after such a gift?  Plus being watched just made it all the more surreal and deeply deeply erotic.

I walked over to her and knelt down in front of her and requested she look up at me…I was taken aback as she did so.  Her huge, deep brown, almond shaped eyes looked into mine with such intense desire that I felt myself becoming wet in an instant…her pink rosebud lips looked swollen with lust and her cheeks were flushed to match.  She wore little or even no make up – yet her skin was porcelain smooth and pale.  I lent down and kissed her lips – biting the bottom one sharply as I pulled away…I was satisfied to hear a brief intake of breath.  I noted how it made me feel to be allowed to create a reaction in her like that…pleasure pain – I felt powerful, and in control and oh so turned on.

I was desperate to feel how wet she was…if she was anything like me, she would be equally desperate to be touched too…but I knew I had to take my time and make her beg.  Although I was new to being dominant, I knew I wanted her begging for release…and she would.   I began by squeezing one of her nipples tightly, and releasing it slowly…over and over again until the skin began to redden into a beautiful deep shade of scarlet…her eyes lids flickered and her breath kept catching in her throat as I continued…her head fell back slightly and a slight groan escaped her lips.  I caught the nipple for the last time in my fingers and used it to pull her back toward me at which point I thrust my tongue deep into her beautiful warm mouth and felt her own tongue greedily reaching back.

2729ea48b5fc228d1097a74ae3b14c35.jpgI knelt up so her neck strained back to stay in the kiss and I briefly held the back of her head as I took my fill of her mouth – the other fingers still working hard and firm over her now swollen nipple.  She groaned once again in to my mouth at which point I changed tack and lowered my fingers now, from her nipple down to between her legs.  Feeling the material still covering her, it was so damp and as I continued to kiss her hard, I gleefully smoothed my fingers over the satin here for a few moments – teasing her into deeper submission and ensuring she was desperate for what was to come.

Moving my free hand down from the back of her head to her beautiful slim neck, I held her fast here and pulled away and held her in line with my eyes locked to hers as I slipped the material to one side and slowly…painfully slowly…began to place one, then two, then three fingers inside her.  Her desire drenched breathlessness was only exacerbated by the tightening of my hand around her neck…god I wanted to hear and feel her come, but not yet.  She was so ready for her release, but not before I was ready to give it.


With three fingers deep inside her, and my thumb working over her clit, her body had turned to jelly and looking down to her chest I could see her heart beating at a fearsome rate.  She was about to come, so I swiftly removed any trace of myself from her, stood up and walked away.  Her head slumped forward once again and her shoulders lifted and dropped from her ragged breath…I could see her hands shaking behind her back.  This submissive slave reacted so beautifully.  I left her for a moment…taking just a few seconds to catch my Sir’s eyes whilst using my fingers, still wet from her to play over my own clit.  I felt my eye lids droop with desire…how did my Sir manage to control his orgasms when he was playing with me?  I was swiftly learning a new even more powerful level of respect for his dedication to my pleasure and punishment…I was desperate for release, but knew that waiting would make it all the more sweet.

7b89abedc7db8020a8c9f267ce33c64d.jpgI moved back toward her and twisting her long thick hair in my hand I made a lifting motion to which she instinctively moved up on to her knees and I led her like a dog on a lead over the edge of the bed before placing myself in front of her face, my legs wide apart…it was clear what I desired from my submissive and she gladly obliged, beginning by using her silky smooth tongue on the outside of my pussy before thrusting in deep, making me moan and arch my back.  My Sir was good but there was nothing like another woman to know what was needed from a tongue inside you.  I could feel her tongue retract and start to work over my swollen clit, over and over until I felt I would burst if I didn’t come..but not yet.  I clearly had the strength of a superhero today, being able to deny myself this orgasm.  I allowed her to play with me only for another 30 seconds or so…any longer and it would have been game over…I could feel that tonight, one orgasm would totally wipe me out, such was the build up of intensity within me over this experience.


I quickly and sharply pulled her head back using her hair once again, stood up, placed her face sideways on the bed, bent over her from behind and began a slow, steady rhythmic spanking on each ass cheek with my right hand.  It felt so good to be in control of these sensations and as her wetness coursed down her inner thighs slickly, I took the opportunity to move my fingers deep inside of her once again, this time, feeling frankly overcome with desire, I simply used four fingers and just pushed in as far as I could with them, and was gifted with a deep ravenous moan from her…holding my fingers in place I continued to spank her, now a little more solidly…her skin on her right ass cheek was reddening up nicely, and I was getting into a strong rhythmic pattern which I could tell was bringing her back to the edge of her own orgasm.  And so removing my fingers, I pushed my thumb into her wetness, and drawing a line ups with it, I began to push against her asshole until I felt her muscles give and my thumb was allowed to slip inside her.  She shivered deeply, and I pulled back out of her, and then pushed back in, all the whilst still spanking hard and now gaining in momentum too, I could feel my own orgasm wanting to find its release.  This energy was building up fast in me, and as good as it felt, I wanted to finally get mine!


Once again I pulled, out and away from her, and noting the collar around her neck, I went to the drawer where I keep my various toys and took out the lead which Sir used for my pet play.  Slipping the hook over her collar, I made an action which commanded her to turn around and said: “Sit”. She quickly obeyed and went back into her submissive position…knees apart, ass resting on her heels, hands still tied behind her back.  I then went back over to my drawer and took out my beautiful long glass dildo which had a stand to allow it to sit on any surface.  I placed it in front of her…grabbed her lead and pulled her up to standing before slipping off her panties with the command: “This cock is yours…I want to watch you come.  Sit but do not begin to move until I tell you.”

She did precisely as instructed, and I took great pleasure in watching her sink deeply on to the large glass cock, her eyes closing for a brief second as it pushed against her g spot and moved up against her cervix.

I then turned to my Dominant who was sat to one side, watching proceedings.  I wanted his own pleasured to be fulfilled as this was such a kind gift to me, and so I knelt between his legs and began undoing his belt, trouser button and zip and slipped out his beautiful long and extremely hard cock…he shifted to a slightly more upright position for me, and I turned and sat over him, my back to him, and lowered myself down his length, my eyes never leaving hers as I did so.


“Now”…I commanded.

And in tandem, we began to move up and down our respective shafts…slowly and steady to start, before picking up a little speed, her following my pace.  She held my gaze, and I hers, as I noted the lust fill her eyes, her lids swell and droop, her lips become engorged with blood, and her breath becoming faltering and desperate.  I could hear my own Sirs breath becoming stilted behind me, and electric shocks ran through me as he placed his hands upon my waist and lifted me up only to push me back down so he was now fucking my ass instead…I closed my eyes and groaned deep and hard at this new enforced pleasure-pain, and using his commanding hands, he swiftly set me a pace which he desired.  Pleasure and agony erupted through my body, and I heard her moaning with desire at watching us lost in out own moment of intense submissive Dominant pleasure.

I heard her begin to beg desperately for her release, as I knew she would: “Please…please…may I come? I need to come…please.”

At that moment, my eyes darted open and with a sharp, hard stare, I said: “I want you coming right now and I don’t want your eyes off mine even for a second as you do”…I could feel my own release become imminent, and as I felt Sir begin to use his fingers within my now empty pussy, I reached down to my clit and began to work over and over it…building up to my insane creschendo.


“Are you coming?” I asked her breathlessly…she looked her me and whimpered “Yes…yes…yes…I’m coming, I’m coming hard”.  And in that second she moaned long and loud and hard…her breath coming in pants in between her groans.  As she did so, and with our eyes locked together, I felt myself fall deep too…my build up was too intense for sound…the orgasm screamed through my insides, setting fire to everything it touched within me…the energy was like nothing I had felt before, and her moans, which seemed only to be increasing as my orgasm built, set me off on wave after wave of firey heat.  In that moment, I finally felt my Sir release too…his own orgasm clearly intensely heightened by the sight of his submissive lost in her sexual exploit with her own little slave, and with the sensation of his cock thrust deep into my ass, his deep gutteral sound, and desperate breathing sent me skyrocketing hard and fast and this time, I all but screamed.  My head flung back, my hands clutched and clawed at my chest and I felt his hands reach for my nipples and pull and pinch them hard, which only exacerbated my pleasure.  As he came in my ass, I felt his cock swell fractionally larger within me and I took great pleasure in grinding hard up and down fast over this new girth.

My submissive, now depleted, was watching us intently, her eyes still locked to my face, though my eyes were long since closed – so lost was I in my intense pleasure release.  As I felt my orgasm begin to subside, I noted her subtle movements in standing up, panties now in hand, and walking to the door and hearing the latch click shut behind her.

I fell back against my Sir, exhausted and utterly depleted. I lay there for a moment, with him still deep inside me, before whispering: “Thank you Sir.  Can we do that again soon??”


Safe Space

Safe Space

As a submissive, having a place to come to be open and yourself is a blessing.  I was inspired by a lovely follower on my Facebook Page to create a private group just for subs to come and meet one another, share your stories, give advice and guidance, receive answers to your questions, and basically make friends and feel welcomed and loved for who you are….

I will be there regularly so if you have any questions just let me know on the page

It is set to private so no one (friends/family) can see what the page is about or know about your little subbie alter ego if you do not want them to.

Click here to join me 


Because He Is Mine. Addicted To A Memory

Because He Is Mine. Addicted To A Memory

The warm breeze crossed my skin and made me shiver with its silky touch.  I looked up and over the balcony to view the skyline as it cascaded off into the distance – lights of all colours blinking and glittering far below me.  The occasional car horn or screech of tyres were the only sounds I could make out from the real world which went on below us as we remained locked away in our own fantasy world up here in this beautiful penthouse apartment.

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We’d already spent two nights locked away from reality, lost in our own world.  The first time in a long time either one of us had felt truly complete again.

I felt his presence moving toward me from behind, and I shivered again, but this time from his powerful energy which stalked me like the arrogant, alpha, predatory panther like creature he was.  A sharp predator in the world which went on down there – but up here with me, the sharpness left him, there was no need for it – leaving him as his true self for me to play with – a gentle dominant with a power in him which scared me in the most tantalisingly delicious way.  As he fed me and held me tight to his warm skin I felt loved and oh so protected by this beautiful creature – but as I stepped out my silk slip, his eyes would change in an instant with a dangerous wildness which gave me goosebumps and would force me to look away and drop to my knees in instant submission to his sheer overwhelming dominance.

And right now, as I felt him walk up behind me as I stood out here catching my breath in this beautiful, roof top oasis of solitude for us, the hairs on the back of my neck lifted, I shivered deeply and divinely and instinctively and involuntarily dropped my head backwards just a moment, perfectly timed for it to lean back on to his shoulder as he placed his arms either side of me on the rail and gently pressed me up against the balcony, and here we remained for a moment, overlooking the bustling city which continued to live on far below us up here in this place where time ceased to exist.

Placing his hands on top of mine upon the white railing which ran the length of the balcony, I felt his lips gently bite below my left ear lobe and his tongue run silkily and smoothly down my neck to the end of my shoulder, where he began to bite, with more force this time, before retracing his steps back up to my neck.


I caught my breath and then sighed deeply – emitting a slight unexpected moan from the back of my throat as his next bite, which he mixed with the grabbing of my hair on the right hand side of my head and the pulling down and back of my head caught me off guard. With my balance slightly off in that unexpected moment, I felt my body rest heavily against him and his own strong body standing firm behind me, supporting me, as he always does.  His right hand takes another swift grab for my hair, this time catching all of it into a rough ponytail, allowing him to now easily manoeuvre me.  His left hand now lifts to catch my throat, holding me tightly in place, leaving me leaning hard back against him, breathless, not just from the tightness at my neck, but also from the sheer exhilaration of being with him – being his – the releasing of worry, anxiety, and the pressure of the realities of whatever is down there below us where life continues to flow.  This is our escape.  And whether we get an hour or a week together, the divine feeling of leaving behind the world never fails to make its impression upon my mind.  He is my escape.

I feel him silently request my legs spread as his foot pushes my own outwards.  I do as I am requested, of course, and gladly sink forward towards the rail as I feel the hand in my hair begin a downward pressure, and the other hand release from my throat, and instead run down the soft, naked skin of my back, coming to rest at the base of my spine.  A gentle pressure here tells me that this is where he wants me.  His other hands now moves between my legs and into me where he finds me wet, hot and desperate to be taken by this wild creature I get to call Mine.


Placing his now soaking fingers into my mouth for me to taste, I can feel him hard and ready to slip deeply and divinely into me.  As I suck, and lick and take his fingers further in my mouth, I close my eyes as he pushes into my hot body and finally our two body’s are rejoined as they should be.  Whether by tongue, by fingers, by gaze or in this, the most primal of all ways for two souls to come together, we are better when we are one.  The attempt to escape the world is complete – we are free – we are deeply, and decadently free together.  And as he continues his rhythmic pace, and I can feel him further within me, his hands on my waist now, pulling me back in and away, again, over and over against the length of his beautiful hardness, I open my eyes and look up at those twinkling lights and take in the surreal-ness of my surroundings.  My fantasy lives on here – wherever we are – wherever this is, whenever we are together.  My mind spins, and becomes hazy.  Lost in the magic of sensation, I feel the length of my hair once again taken roughly, twisted once around his hand, and then pulled backwards so that my head is suddenly sharply drawn back, and there are the stars in the night sky.  The pressure of his hand now resting on my lower back means I spread my legs a little further and sink a little deeper down so that now my chin is level with the rail along the balcony.  And he leads me up and down his length with the hand in my hair; my heady, hazy mind gets lost in the sensations, and I feel my body begin to pulsate from within my very core as he moves again and again over my g spot; his breathing heavy, the occasional involuntary moan is released from deep within his throat, and I close my eyes and allow the deep dark movement of my orgasm to grow and build upwards from my pussy, through my now convulsing core muscles, up to my heart and to my mind, where behind my eyelids, my climax explodes, and the glowing lights of my surrounding view is the least of my interest.  As my animalistic groan of intense pleasure builds within me and I release my body and mind up to the sensation of it, I feel his own pleasure moving ever closer and he becomes larger still within me…his movements becoming jerky, one moment he is forced deep inside me, the next he is nearly all the way out, stretching me open in the most delicious way with the hot hard width of the head of his cock, and I am lost.  I feel my body rhythmically trying to match his movements, and find myself pushing back and slamming my asscheeks against his legs to gain more depth, more friction.  The final release of pressure within me is waiting to implode with his own orgasm, and as he begins to peak, I cry out…I lose sense of where I am, not that it matters, we are flying so high above the city up here…the only creatures to hear me are the night birds which circle above us on their way to their beds. His hand in my hair loosens, as his orgasm reaches its final destination – that final moment, the ultimate deep high before you know it’s too soon coming to a close…but with this final ricochet of pleasure through him, with both hands he grabs me around my throat, and forces me one last time down deep and hard on to the full length of him, and I feel the pressure of him inside me and wallow in this sensation, with the realisation that I don’t know when I may feel this again…if ever.  And so I squeeze my internal muscles around him and breathe in deep, taking in the now cooling air of the night into my hot exhausted lungs, and as I breathe out slowly and heavily, I feel his body relaxing, and his hands dropping from my throat and relaxing back down on to the rails of balcony either side of mine; and he leans over, his breath ragged.  My head now rests side ways down on to the coolness of the rail…not comfortable per se, but I want to relax and take in this final moment of us being one.  I look ahead from this sideways angle and see the lights of the city over in that direction too, and before I close my eyes and he withdraws from me, perhaps for the final time, I become deeply aware of how my entire being feels in this moment…from what I can see, hear, sense and feel, and, flicking my eyes up to meet his, just for a moment, I take in that look of darkness he has moments after he has come deeply within me – his air of predatory wildness, and his energy which screams of his pursuit of pleasure; pleasure which I know my body can fulfil in him more than anyone else’s could…because he is Mine…