Kiss of Fetish V01

Kiss of Fetish Magazine Team Creator and Editor: Shadow Kyss Photography: Shadow Kyss Website: Dark Wolf

Contributors This Issue: Beautiful Wench Cherielle Marie Miss Demoniqu Shadow Kyss

This magazine is intended for those 18 years of age or older and is not suitable for all readers. If you are not into kink, fetish or BDSM, this magazine is not for you. This is not for the faint of heart. Consider yourself warned.

3-10-12 : So after only 3 months of the group “Kiss of Fetish” launched on Fetlife.com, this little group has grown from a 4 paged newsletter to a full fledged magazine. We are still very much in the infant stages, but this is about you, the fetish community. This first issue will be more of a review and in-depth of things that have happened since January.

I am open to suggestions and ideas of where you would like to see the magazine go. I may not agree, but I will look at it with an open mind.

4-07-12 : I have definitely been putting a lot blood sweat and tears into the first edition.

But I will say that it is worth it. I can only hope that you find it just as thrilling and educating as I do. So far I have quite a few stories, a couple of poems and a whole lot of editing to do. But I am learning. I will post submission guidelines for future issues to make it a little less work for me.

I am still nervously awaiting answers from a few people I have approached, and I have also learned about a few little things that should be fun. I encourage any of those that are local to Sierra Vista Arizona to drop in on some of the general meetings. Introduce yourself, and maybe even join the group for the more intimate learning experiences.

05-10-12: As I sit her finalizing the magazine, I see where we can add so much more. So my final words before this becomes the official first magazine… Future issues will have small articles of interest and education. I am hoping to have more images and maybe even do a photo calendar with those interested. The potential is limitless. Next month’s issue will include an article on Jefferson James, the Southwest Leather Bootblacking Competition (hopefully) and other little surprises. I look forward to seeing what each of you could add to it.

© 2012 Kiss of Fetish. All rights reserved.

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Index

What is Kiss of Fetish?

Kiss of Fetish in Review Feed the Frog Aphrodisiac : Honey Submissive, slave or Kajira Photography by Shadow Kyss Story Submissions Internal Fire The Queen has her day Defiance gets you pain Mystery Hands Poetry Submissions Rattle, rattle Baby Blind Me 45 Lashes Affiliates

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What is Kiss of Fetish?

A kiss in the shadows brought to light.....the shadows of inexperience given the taste of knowledge

Kiss of Fetish was a group created to teach, educate and provide a safe haven for those interested in the Fetish community. The group (and now the magazine) is here to give a “kiss” of the different fetishes. A small taste, a sampling of what others are doing and lessons they have learned. We also provide safety tips and what to watch out for in a scene.

I believe that Fetish is not just about the physical “play” that many couples are involved in. I believe that it is also about a relationship, trust or negotiations between 2 (or more) consenting adults. Each individual is into their kink for their own reasons and enjoyment. What I get out of it may be different then what you get out of the same activity. But we are all here to learn and experience.

Kiss of Fetish is not currently sponsoring or holding play parties. We are not a match making group, nor are we here to provide you possible sexual partners. Our sole purpose is to teach about Fetish and provide a safe environment for such.

The History of Kiss of Fetish is mixed with a little of my history of becoming a more active member. Our history is being written daily. Who really knows where we will be?

So let’s take a moment to step back to the beginning. Years ago when I first moved to Sierra Vista, Arizona, I had meet a few of the local members of the community and quickly discovered the little site called Fetlife.com. This military town keeps a tight grip on those in the community to remain silent and unseen. So the few places that held meetings were few and far between. I wanted to start a group back then but there were 2 groups already running so I just quietly watched from my shadows.

In September of 2011 an opportunity presented itself for me to finally launch the group without feeling like I was stepping on toes. So I took it and ran. In November we announced the official launch to be in January of 2012. Might as well keep it easy and start at the beginning of the year. It also gave me a chance to plan things a little more.

December 2011, our first newsletter was sent out and I was scrapping for things to put in it. Poor thing was only 4 pages long. But that didn’t last long. By January we had our first meetings and it was a huge success.

Our group took an unfortunate turn when in February we had to put a “Members Only” sign on the group.

But I think in the long run it helps us to better secure those who want to be a part of the group, yet maintain their anonymity.

March 2012 the newsletter was bursting at the seams and I decided it was time to upgrade. Research revealed a way to publish the magazine at little to no cost and better circulate to the community. April was the first month that we had no information leaving the group in electronic form.

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Kiss of Fetish In Review January – Our first public meeting at I-Hop. We had an interesting and great turn out.

February – A Kiss of Electricity. Lessons in the use and play of a Violet Wand.

March – “Aftershocks”. Had to break the Violet Wand into 2 classes.

April – Kiss of Gor. Some basic information about Gorean ways and its applications for others.

So here we are in our first magazine. Where do we go from here? Well that is up to you. I want this magazine to be for the community and by the community. All submissions will be accepted through Kiss_of_Fetish@yahoo.com. Submissions entered any other way will not be accepted.

So what would you like to see out of this magazine? Are there things you are interested in and want to hear about? Are there things that you know from personal experience and wish to share? We are here to listen and try to make things happen. So talk to me and spread the word!

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Dark Wolf – 19 Shadow Kyss - 13 Dark Wolf won the Battle of the Founders for our first annual Kiss the Frog Contest. We had a special guest frog appear just for him!

What is Feed the Frog?

Feed the Frog is our group’s collective way to raise money for group activities. My vision is to host a few events a year. Kiss of Fetish operates in a cash in cash out form. We are not here for profit. Think of it as going Dutch on a date. In the future things may change, but right now we are mostly about providing activities in a collective manner.

How does “Feed the Frog” work?

We have small contests where you can buy “Fly’s” for $1 a vote. The contests vary by what events we may have planned. . Future contests could include voting for the demo bottom in future demo’s (demonstrators willing).

Our first annual Founders competition was a great way to launch feed the frog and announce the Masquerade Ball that we wish to host. Our fun spin on fundraising. How much money do we need? Right now I am going to shoot a little high and start at $4,000 for the event. I am still researching and trying to get a final date and location nailed down. How it looks right now is that we will hold it in August. More details specific to the ball will come soon.

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The candles are all aglow around the luxuries pallet on the floor. Soft blankets abound to make a bed of sensuality. On top of the blankets are a fine set of black satin sheets.

As you look around, you double check to make sure that all is just exactly as you want it before your lover will walk into your fantasy.

Candles are lit; the satin sheets reflect the light of the candles. Unable to resist you run the palm of your hand down the satin bedding while you imagine your lover laying naked there waiting for the pleasure you have in store for him.

Regretfully, you turn to check on the last detail. You look lovingly at the small black ceramic dish nestled deeply into a heating pad. You gently raise the warm dish from the small low set table. Inside the dis is a teaspoon resting in a pool of gloriously golden delight. You hold the dish up and take the spoon from the honey and hold it a few inches above the dish. The honey catches the light allowing you to see the viscous substance with its various nuances of gold. You catch the sweet cloying scent of honey.

You smile in anticipation of where you are going to smooth the liquid gold over your lover.

After setting the dish back down on the heating pad you check the two other black bowls that are on the table. One has a fresh ripe peach that has been sliced into wedges. In the bottom of the bowl you can see juice that has leaked free of the precious fruit. You want desperately to dip your finger into the bowl and then suck the succulent juice off of your finger tip. You decide that the wait is part the torturous fun to be had and resist the temptation With anticipation you look into the second bowl. It has spices of Ground ginger, nutmeg, and a touch of cinnamon within its depths.

You close your eyes dreamily as you imagine yourself on your knees next to you lover lying on the satin sheets. You see yourself taking a slice of peach and dipping it into the spices. After the juicy fruit has a thin layer of sweet spices you see yourself holding the peach over the warm honey as you take the spoon out and drizzle it onto the ambrosial treat in your hand.

You feel your breath catch as you envision yourself running the fruit over your lovers lips for a moment. You pull the fruit from their mouth as you lean in to lick this aphrodisiac treat from their lips and you begin kiss him deeply.

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Suddenly you hear the front door open and shut. “I’m home!” comes a shout from the hallway. Opening your eyes you allow a slow sensual smile to curve your lips while knowing the fantasy will be overshadowed with reality.

Honey is one sexy aphrodisiac—The very word conjures up golden images of the dripping, sticky, viscous substance. It brings to mind the syrupy feel of it as in drenches your throat with a lovers caress.

The use of honey as an aphrodisiac is mentioned in both the books, Kama Sutra and The Perfumed Garden. It is said that honey spiced with nutmeg is used to heighten an orgasm.

Honey is very versatile. Warm it slightly and it thins out and feels wonderful when poured on an expectant partner. Licking it off is a test of sensuality. Pour some of this savory sweetness on a fingertip and close your eyes. Gently place your dipped finger onto your tongue and suck the honey from your flesh. Feel the eroticism of something so simple yet so carnal. .It can be used for drinks, main dishes, desserts, and more. All with the thought that this simple aphrodisiac can increase sexual vigor as well as increase ones senses that are already wrapped around a lover.

The following is a recipe for an easy to do HoneyAlmond Delight. This recipe packs a double whammy as almonds are also an aphrodisiac.

Ingredients 1 pound butter, divided 3/4 cup sugar, divided 1/2 teaspoon salt 3/4 teaspoon almond extract 1 egg 2 2/3 cups flour 1 cup brown sugar 1/3 cup honey 1/4 cup heavy cream 1 pound sliced almonds (about 5 cups) Line a 15 x 10 jelly roll pan with foil.

Combine ½ pound butter, ½ cup sugar, salt, and almond extract; mix well.

Add the egg and flour.

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Press the dough into the pan, pushing up the sides. Refrigerate for 1 hour.

Prick dough with fork.

Bake at 375 degrees for 10 minutes.

Combine the brown sugar, honey, and the remaining butter and sugar in a saucepan.

Simmer until sugar dissolves, stirring occasionally.

Bring to a boil. Cook for 3 minutes without stirring.

Remove from heat and stir in the cream and almonds.

Spread over the crust.

Bake for 10-15 minutes more or until bubbly.

Cool and cut into triangles.

Hand feed these to your lover in between hot sensual deep kisses for a passion filled time.

Bon Appetit!

Marie

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Submissive, Slave or Kajira Time to touch a subject that has been coming up a lot lately. So please bear with me and remember that this is my point of view.

I am not an expert and will not pretend to be. But if you think you have the tendencies of a submissive then it is time to explore and get to know yourself.

First let’s discover what makes you tick and what completely turns you off. Check out the BDSM partner checklist. (http://www.thebrc.net/check_list/default.htm) Remember there are many different levels to each listed item.

Some will be called hard limits. As in there is no way hell I will ever do that or allowed it to be done to me.

Some will be soft limits. Those items that you have never done and you’re not really sure, or those that because trust is not fully established you don’t think you can allow it.

The obvious “yes” well that’s self-explanatory.

Now that you are delving a little into your limits you can now search for the partner that best matches and thinks like you. A Dominant that is into pain and punishment and a submissive that doesn’t like to receive it - well that is a bad combination. You have to find one with like interest.

Once you think you have found a like-minded person do not jump into it. Proceed cautiously and make sure trust is earned. A true Dominant will take the time to get to know you inside and out. Those seeking only play, are players… show them the door. (Unless of course you are only seeking play, then sit down and negotiate terms of play.)

Now here comes the even bigger question. What type of submissive are you? Remember that a lot of who you are is dependent on a like-minded match.

As submissives, slaves, or even kajiras those outside of the lifestyle (even a few within) first think of one that can be manipulated and beat on and they will sit there and take it. They are not doormats. **** So before I go on lets first define what each is...

Submissive - inclined or willing to submit to orders or wishes of others or showing such inclination So in other words, a submissive wants to please yet they retain their voice. If they don’t want to do May 2012

something, they can say no. A submissive holds a lot of power, more than most realize.

Slave - someone entirely dominated by some influence or person; In particular, some slaves are not submissive, but simply choose to surrender their will to that of another and obey.

The few real slaves out there no longer want a choice, to give themselves completely to another. Trust is still key. And though technically they give up the rights to have limits it is understood between the ones involved that there are some limits. Yet a real slave will push or do those very same limits should it be ultimately required of them.

Kajira – is a slave girl based upon the John Norman books (http://us.geocities.com/delphius2002/id2.htm) were most slaves are predominantly females and viewed like property to Men.This is more for online roleplay but many aspects of the structure extends to people practicing it in the Lifestyle.

Some slaves/subs look at kajira in a few different ways. One they may despise them all together, and the other may see kajiras as the ultimate submissive. **** Let me make this clear here and now. These different groups have many different levels depending upon the coupling. And those that fall under one of these groups‌ one category is not better than the other. Each Dominant or Master searches for Their match, and if you try to be something you are not, you are only robbing yourself and the Dominant.

Those of you searching to go real life with this. Take your time, savor your journey of self discovery. As time allows it and as it passes you will notice certain aspects creeping into your daily life.

But to those stuck online, remember tend to real life first, your fantasy will be right were you left it. And should you ever find yourself blessed with real life‌ treasure it and savor it, and most of all serve with all that you are.

Ok now that I have calmed some of my ramblings I now conclude. I hope I have helped a little bit to those searching for themselves and their match.

Written 05-2006 and latest edit 09-2008. Please remember these are my views. I challenge each of you to go out and do your own research and challenge my way of thinking. Articles are written to be informational, not to be viewed as the one and only way to do things.

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Photography by Shadow Kyss I am always looking for models and couples willing to be in front of the camera. As you can see, I am really good at concealing the identity without losing the power of the image. I am currently working on a series specifically for the magazine and some for a series that will be a bit more public. Any interested parties please contact me directly at Shadow_Kyss@yahoo.com. All body shapes and sizes are more than welcome to inquire.

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Article by Shadow Kyss

Disclaimer: This article is written with couples in mind. Not play partners. BDSM can be a delicate relationship. Play has its place, but this was written for those in a relationship or seeking a relationship.

People constantly say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

But when was the last time you used your own eyes to see your own beauty? Uh oh, did I just hit a delicate subject?

This is an assignment I give to many new slaves (and subs). I will not claim that this is easy. I balled my eyes out when I did this.

So let’s just get the hard part going…

Find some alone time. As in no one in the house but you. This is very important. This lesson is already hard enough, why would we allow an audience or a rushed time limit?

Find a full length mirror. Any larger mirror will do but full length is the best. I want you to see, to take you in as a whole and not in portions.

Strip in front of the mirror. Watch yourself in the mirror, watch your every move. No I am not saying do a strip tease. I am saying undress. Watch how your body moves, how your hands are trembling, your heart is racing. I know it’s there. I not only want you to see all that you are doing, I want you to feel it.

Look at yourself. Turn this way and that, but really look at yourself. I can hear your thoughts now as your mind moves to point out all the imperfections, your weight, your hair, and look at those marks. I can hear those thoughts now as you degrade the person that stares back at you.

Now as you stand there degrading yourself, tears brimming and heart aching, let’s take a second look at you.

All those flaws you see, why are they flaws? Because you don’t fit society’s model of how a girl should look?

Do you have a few extra pounds? Or maybe you wish you didn’t look so skinny? Your boobs are too small or too big? Oh and look at this scar, and let’s not even mention all those stretch marks…

Whose perception are you allowing to blur yours? All those imperfections (as you call them) they are the true you, and no one can be a cut out of you. You are unique. There is no other that looks like you. You were created exactly the way you were suppose to be, so tell me that it is not perfect. You are made perfectly to be YOU! May 2012

Those curves, learn to embrace and rock them. Don’t have all the curves you want, then go with it, show what you do have. There will always be someone jealous of what you actually have. Those scars, those stretch marks. YOU brought life into this world; you have a story no other can have. All this makes you the person you are today. Strong, passionate and beautiful woman that you have become.

Now the assignment gets a little harder. I know, how can it get any harder? Well, it may be easier but for me this made it harder.

After looking at yourself naked for a few minutes. Kneel with your knees together, your hands resting on your thighs, your back straight and resting back on your heels. Take a moment to take in the view of you.

This is how you are viewed when kneeling. See the true beauty in your submission/slavery. This is the gift you present them every time you kneel at their feet.

Now, for those who are more online, take this information and ask yourself how would you translate what you see in front of you to writing? Take that beauty that stares back at you and translate it to words. When you’re writing take into account not only how you physically look, but how your heart races, feeling their gaze upon your flesh, how the air is almost alive as you settle before them. When you are online, you are writing a story and presenting a scene. The better the details and passion, the more vivid and beautiful you can make a scene.

It gets a little harder… part your knees so that they are more open to reveal yourself more. Take a deep breath and look.

How much of your “flower” is actually revealed? It’s not as revealing as one would think (and no it’s not because that roll of fat hides it. Even the skinny girls wouldn’t reveal that much about them.) The only way to be fully exposed is to part your thighs to an uncomfortable level.

Now all those nasty mean thoughts about your body that keep going through your mind… the tears streaming down your cheeks…. Know something right now… YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. There is no one else out there like you. “YOU” are the reason that your top accepted your submission. Not because of your body, but because of who you are as a whole.

Now that you have submitted yourself to hell… find a journal, open a word document and write about everything that went through your mind as you began this horrendous trip. To shrug off what society has ingrained in us is hard. But this is not only a lesson for those that are in alternative lifestyles, it is a life lesson.

You either listen to the narrow view of society and let them influence what You think is beauty, or look at the person looking back at you and see real beauty.

Those tears, let them flow, let it out. But know something. You are beautiful.

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This section is where our readers and members contribute their own writings. Not all writings will be acceptable to all readers. Stories submitted are not a reflection of the magazine. While each person has their own style and kink, they also have their own fantasies. If any story offends you then please stop reading and continue on to other submissions. Please respect that and I look forward to receiving more writings.

So you want to contribute? Think you have a story to get our readers hot, thinking or a cautionary tale? Well you too can contribute. I am accepting Poetry, Fantasy Kink stories you have written, recollections of real life events and cautionary tales of real life events.

Submission Guidelines: 1 – 3 pages single spaced times roman font size 12.

Any submission must be written by YOU Your penname you want credited *If you have a link to your profile or website, please include it so that we can better direct people to you.

Due to space, I reserve the right to limit each person to one story per issue.

Email Kiss_of_Fetish@yahoo.com for all entries with the title line saying “Member Submission” All submissions must be accepted by the 5th of the month or they will be considered for the following issue.

Please submitted completed work. And please do not send me to your site to pick a story. I really don’t have the time.

Will not accept: Scat Murder Bestiality Minors (under 18) implied or otherwise If I even have an iota of a doubt, I will not publish it. These are definite hard limits for the magazine. This list is subject to change without notifications.

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Internal Fire

By Shadow Kyss

Desire. Burning desire. It engulfs me, confuses me, focusing my entire being on one thing. Him. The longing for His touch, His voice, His scent. His presence.

Him, completely owning and taking you. This fire burning so deeply and so out of control that my head spins as I try and keep my feet steady beneath me.

So focused on my chores, trying to busy my mind and body from the thoughts that push me, drive me, remind me of the need that fills ever fiber of my being; the fire raging so savagely in my body that not even the most mundane task can alleviate even the smallest amount of that desire...

I want to scream out. Beg the silence of this place. Beg for any part of You. As I wander around the room everything reminds me of Him. The events that has past, fueling my fire. My heart races in my chest. My breathing growing labored yet all of it goes unanswered. The silence engulfing me... feeding the growing desire. My urgency for You rising. The knot in my stomach twisting tighter with each passing moment.

A tear slides silently down my cheek as I slowly become accustomed to the ferocity of the fire that is consuming me. Aimlessly I search for You, hoping for a small hint that You are hiding only around the next corner, waiting for me.

I long to be at Your feet, my body trembling, my eyes down... waiting for the first touch from You. My nakedness further exposing me as the air feels so alive as it brushes by my skin, teasing me, further tormenting me. Leaving my tingling skin so much more open and exposed. How had it never seemed as powerful as it is today? What has been awakened? Do I really want it to stop?

I can feel another tear slide down my cheek. The warm path turning cool, even my own body chooses to tease me. I can feel Your finger following the same trail before leaning in and kissing the tear away.

"Aggghhhhhh!!! Please!!" I beg to the air that surrounds me and taunts me with unseen hands. If only I could hear His footfalls marking His return. Then this would soon be over.

"Please" I whisper and beg to the air, my legs weaken and I melt to my knees. Placing my head on the cold floor beneath me weeping softly. Desire taking me beyond words. I would beg, but to whom would I beg? Hitting my hands on the floor I sit up and resign myself to this misery. This glorious torture.

I slowly get up and work through my tasks. The fire still growing. Everything I do reminds me of You, of Your touch, Your ways, Your strength. Oh please, just a single word from You. A single touch. Is this what desire really is? Time is moving so slowly. Will this ever end? Do I really want it to end?

My heart leaps as I hear Him approaching. Master! My heart screams out. I run frantically to His chair

and kneel there waiting for Him. The air around me is electrified. I hear the doorknob turning and it seems as if time slowed. I can hear the click as the door as it disengages from the door jam.

My breathing speeds up, longing for the sight of Him but I must keep my eyes down. Today has been such a test and all I desire is to throw myself at His feet, smothering them with kisses and beg Him... I am not sure what I would beg Him for but I would beg.

The tears begin filling my eyes, blurring my vision as the knot grows ever so tightly; He steps into the lodge and closes the door behind Him. Without a word I can feel His eyes exploring me. My tears roll silently down my cheeks. I can feel Him pause accessing me, my torment whispering to Him. He walks in and settles quietly in His chair.

The air moves behind Him, the breeze of Him tantalizing my skin, His scent finding its way to my nose. I close my eyes in my silent terror. Taking in Him and His essence wanting to beg to touch Him. His voice still silent. I am now trembling from desire, unmet passion and fear. Please Master my body begs. Please Master.

He shifts slightly in His seat; He is so close but so far. Oh to close the space that seems like an eternity between us. My nipples aching, my chest heaving, tears still streaking down my cheeks, the fire deep inside raging out of control as I tremble and shake. I can almost feel Him smiling down on me but I know better than to move‌

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The Queen has her day By Miss Demoniqu In a simple moment, tables turn and up becomes down. Where I am usually the slave, I become Queen for a day. Today I see my wonderful, pretty slave in front of me and my mind swirls with the thoughts, the possibilities. What does my slave think I might do to her? And how well will she do in fulfilling her Queen's desires?

First, I stand in front of my slave, making sure her arms are at her sides and listening for the catch in her breath as I allow her to feel the caress of my fingers at her cheek, then down her chest in the valley of her breasts. Wordlessly, I press my hands on her shoulders and make her kneel in service to her queen, her chin nicely placed in front of my crotch. But she doesn't get to taste me yet, she needs to be properly prepared first. Taking the rope on the table next to me, I gesture for her hands, letting her wonder for a moment what my plans are. Tying them together with palms facing, I allow the corners of my mouth to raise in a wicked smile just to see the apprehension in her eyes as I bend over and feed the rope between her legs and tap the backs of her knees until she parts her legs for me. Such a good little slave May 2012

Pulling her arms between her legs, I get to see my slave's breasts swinging under her as I bend over to tie her ankles together and give a sharp pinch to her ass when I finish. It looks tight, but there's something missing, she still looks a little too comfortable. With a soft chuckle I know what she needs, eyeing those swinging breasts and her knees, already parted but not quite enough. I take the spreader bar leaning against the wall and lay it in front of her. My slaves small grunt reminds me of another thing I want to do to her, but that can wait. Looping a rope around her knees, I relish her moment of revelation just before I tug the ropes through the outside rings of the bar to keep her legs spread and her sex at my mercy before adding the most important part. Cloverleaf clamps pinch each nipple and are attached to the bar, and as my slave moans at the feeling of her nipples being distended, especially when she tries to keep her balance and they tug a little harder, I wait until she's distracted and quietly slip the ball gag into her mouth. Tightly the gag is tied until her only communication is that sexy little grunt, and I'm finally ready to have my fun!

A small brush of fingertips to cheek and a touch at the lip elicit a soft sigh, but I'm looking for something louder as my other hand picks up the horse tail flail and aims a sharp blow at her vulnerable ass! The grunt is enticing, but still too low. Again the black leather strikes at her, harder, and she gasps for breath in between that stroke and the one that follows, snapping at the flesh of her inner thighs and finally drawing that sharp moan that tells me I have her attention. I begin to alternate my strokes until she starts to anticipate the next one, and then I switch my pattern to get an extra special squeal as I repeat my process. I know what I want, but it's still too soon, I need to hear a little more pain from my slave, and so I reach underneath her, tugging gently on the clamps to hear her long, needful moan while my other hand grabs the braided whip. I tease her with it at first, brushing the handle against her cheek and lightly nudging the clamps with the business end. Releasing the chain that holds clamps to spreader bar, I push my slave back onto her heels so I have a better angle, and assault those gorgeous breasts from the side and enticingly close to the nipples in several swift hits. Her squeals only drive my onwards, and I have a wicked thought.

Taking the gag out of her mouth, I grab my slaves head and literally press into service of her Queen, burying her head into my crotch. Her tongue feels wonderful against me, but I'm looking for a little more, and as the whip flashes against her buttocks I can feel her lips tighten around me, only adding to my excitement. For the first time, I speak, “Now suck it, bitch, and don't stop until I tell you�

Obediently she begins to suck, and I can't resist striking out at her vulnerable ass cheeks again to feel that wonderful thrill as she tenses underneath me in her efforts to please and not to disappoint. Faster and harder I rain the strikes upon her ass until the pleasure she gives me becomes too much, and the whip is forgotten as my hands clutch the back of my slave's head, driving her onward into my crotch as she continues her servicing. Finally I can feel it, that wonderful edge as her tongue sucks eagerly at me, and I know it's almost time for my slave to receive her reward. Knees trembling, I reach down and tug at the chain connecting her clamps together, and that last little moan sends me over! Grabbing her head in my hands, I pump myself into her mouth as my own juices swell through me in a wave of pleasure, and her gagging only fills me with pride as my good little slave sucks down every drop of me until her Queen is finally done! Glowing and satisfied, I give my slave a tender, deep kiss as I kneel in front of her, hands stroking her hair as she struggles to contain her coughing. I remind her how good she is, and how lucky I am to have a slave that knows how to please her queen, as my hands gently release her from her bonds.

Holding her tightly, I allow my pet to rest after the ordeal I was more than happy to put her through.

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Defiance Gets you Pain

By Cherielle

He throws the girl to the floor in anger. She falls to her knees, tear filled eyes look up at him, terrified as she has never seen him so angry.

‘STRIP BITCH!’ He yells at her. She scoots back to the corner, wrapping long arms around knees that are pulled up to her chin.

Defiantly, she looks up at him quietly refuses to obey his command.

‘I SAID STRIP! AND I MEAN NOW!’ ‘NO, I am not stripping while you are so angry.’

Suddenly, he had a handful of the girl’s blonde hair wrapped in his big hand, the other proceeds to rip her clothing off her body. She fights him, screaming obscenities at him. Before she knows what has happened, he has her pressed against the wall, and is binding her hands behind her back.

‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!’ She screams at him, struggling to loosen her hands. She finds herself pushed to the floor, cuffs being attached to her ankles and pulled apart wide. She peeks beneath her to see him connecting a spreader bar to her ankles. Sobbing, she trembles in her bonds, knowing she has pushed him too far this time.

He pulls her head up and shoves a ball gag into her mouth, buckles it tight around her head, locks a collar around her neck and adds chains going from rings on the collar down to the spreader bar, effectively keeping her in position…her ass high in the air and legs spread wide providing unrestricted access to her pussy and asshole.

‘Now, you will listen to me. When I give you an order, you are expected to obey, without question. I don’t care if you aren’t in the mood, or what. I am tired of your games, tired of your insolence. You are slave, and it’s time you are reminded of your position in life. Remember the contract you signed? It gives me complete, unfettered access to your body any time I want, where I want, when I want. You gave up say so over your body when you signed that. I am thinking you need a reminder of your place in society. I pray that you learn your lesson well.’

Suddenly, her ass is filled with a small item that begins burning almost immediately. Even though she has never felt it, she realizes he just plugged her ass with a piece of ginger root. ‘Damnit, he is using my words against me’, she thought. She begins to wiggle her bottom in an attempt to relieve the burning when suddenly a flash of fire screams through her ass. Before the flames have a chance to recede, he hit her again and again and again. She struggles against her restraints as tears stream down her cheeks. She screams against the gag as he begins to work the ginger root in and out of her ass. Without warning, May 2012

shooting pain flows through her pussy lips as he puts clovers on her labia, dropping them allowing the weights to dangle.

Before she has time to process the pain in her pussy, he begins to whip her back and ass with the 5 thong Gorean whip. With each strike, he reminds her of her position.

HIT…..’YOU BELONG TO ME’…..HIT….’YOU ARE SLAVE’…..HIT….’YOUR ATTITUDE LEAVES A LOT TO BE DESIRE’….HIT…’FROM NOW ON EVERY ACT OF DEFIANCE COMING FROM YOU WILL BE MET WITH PAIN’…HIT, HIT, HIT He looks down at the form sobbing on the floor, her ass and back beat red. He notices that the struggling has ceased. He picks up the rattan cane and rubs it across her ass.

‘Seeing as all the other punishments you have received have not gotten the message into your thick skull, I hope this one does. I am going to beat you with this cane, and nothing you can do or say will stop it until I am ready to stop.’

With that, he starts to administer the cane to her ass and upper thighs, occasionally delivering some strokes to her bare feet. When he reaches the count of 200 he stops, his chest heaving from his efforts. He gazes at the girl, watching the blood run rivers down her ass and thighs. He tosses the cane to the side, settles in his chair and takes a long drink of soda. He waits, watching, for her to calm down. Once she has calmed down and can listen, he begins to speak.

‘Your punishment is complete. I truly hope that it won’t have to be repeated. I am going to clean you up, so you don’t develop an infection, then I will release some of your bonds, Tonight, you will sleep locked in the cage. Tomorrow is a new day.’

He gently cleans her wounds, trying very hard to not cause any more pain as her punishment is over, but knowing that the very nature of the wounds mean there will be pain. He puts the first aid items away, removes the spreader bar and releases the chains from her collar, leads her to the cage pushing her in.

Once the door is locked he reaches in to remove the remaining chains, attaching one chain from collar to the top of the cage. Without a word, he stands up and covers the cage…much like covering a bird for the night.

‘Good night slave’

May 2012

Mystery Hands

By Shadow Kyss

You could hear the thumping of the bass just driving by the club. It was my night out, a night to lose myself in the music and sweat some frustrations out of me. I parked the car a block away. I had been running a little behind in getting there. I had never been to this club but I was told by a friend it would be fun.

I paid the doorman the cover charge. I could see past them the lighted stairs leading down to beneath the street, the smoke wafting up, the music louder and inviting me to come and hide it in. I smiled sweetly at the doorman and could feel his eyes searching up and down my body. I had chosen to wear my black short skirt, hooker boots, black bra and black low cut shirt. I looked really hot in the outfit even if it did lack color. I wasn't there to get attention, I was there to hide and dance to the music.

Entering the club I made my way carefully down the steps into the darkness that thumped. I smiled as I was engulfed by the music and the bodies around me. It was crowded as I made my way to the bar. I ordered a strong mixed drink and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. There were a lot of bodies moving and dancing around me as I quickly downed my first drink. I left my empty glass on the bar and made my way to the dance floor.

I was surrounded by bodies, not much space to move but a great way to get lost in the crowd. I closed my eyes and began dancing. The heat building around me as everyone danced. There were occasionally brushes of the hands, my ass groped once or twice but I danced, lost in the music. A few guys came behind me to try and get a little friction, but I turned away from them.

I had been dancing for an hour and my body glistened in sweat. Opening my eyes I look for a path back to the bar. I notice there are quite a few more bodies than when I first got here and it was a little difficult to maneuver through the crowd. After a few gropes and a few awkward bumps I made my way back to the bar. Ordering another strong drink and a small bottle water. I downed the water and then began drinking the Long Beach Ice Tea. After drinking more than half I get restless again. Finally cooled off a bit, I down the rest and return to the dance floor.

As I returned to the dance floor again I was jostled. I once again began to dance, feeling a little better now that I had taken some time to cool down. Closing my eyes again I let my body get lost in the music. All my troubles forgotten, my mind just enjoys the rhythm and the bass.

Then I feel it. A set of tender hands gently brush my lower back. I open my eyes and try to see in the darkness who may have touched me. All I can see in the lack of light is gyrating and sweaty bodies. I May 2012

dismiss it as an accident and slowly begin to dance again. My body is slick with sweat, my hair lightly in my face. The loud thumping music guiding my movements.

Then somewhere through the music I feel someone behind me, pressing their chest against my back, soft hands gliding up and down my thighs catching my skirt. My soft moan is lost in the noise. I feel her chest against my back pulling me into her. her body moving much slower than the music, slowing me down to her as her hands slid across my tummy. Before I know it I feel her soft hands against my bare belly. I can feel her erect nipples pushing into my back, her slender body holding mine as we slow dance this mystery dance.

My nipples hard as her hand goes up my shirt just under my breast, her delicate fingers teasing me as I gasp. My pussy is soaking wet just thinking of her, feeling her, wanting to turn around and kiss her, yet I don't want to, I stay with my back to her chest as I allow my hand to slip back, hoping that she too is wearing a skirt. My hand found skin. My hopes answered as I slide my hand under her skirt my hand coming across silk panties. I tease her swollen lips through the thin fabric with my fingers. I can feel her wetness coming through.

I moan softly as she slips her hands under my bra, her fingers pinching my erect nipples. My heart was racing ... what if someone saw us, what if we get caught what if...

"Oh! Mmmm..." she inserts her fingers into my wet pussy my mind now tuned only to her. Her fingers are instantly soaked my arousal peaked at this faceless woman. I arch my back to her opening my legs more trying to take her deeply. My need for touch, longing for any type of intimacy, my body grinds against her.

I let my fingers slip through her panties and into her wet warm pussy... I can feel her shiver lightly as I begin to trace along her swollen lips plunging gently in at random, fucking her slowly as she fucks me.

Are sweaty bodies grinding against each other. It's just me and her, everyone fades from my sight as we dance our dance of lust.

Our bodies moving slowly against each other, our hearts racing as our hands explore the warm intimate places. I can feel her breath heavy at my neck, her kisses light but hungry as she drives he fingers deeper and deeper in my pussy. My moans only masked by the loud music. I slip a third finger in her I feel her body clamping down tightly. She begins to ride my hand faster and faster, our bodies both coming closer.

"Oh fuck yes!" her voice sweet in my ear though her words were spoken with such a ferocity.

I can't help it, her words sent me over the edge as I came hard on her fingers. Soaking her hand with my sweet juices. Then I feel her body tighten and gush on my hand. She tensed and shivered against my back as she came. We both stood there in the middle of the dance floor, slowly the loud music once again was May 2012

heard, and people came back into view. I carefully slipped my hand out of her panties and pulled her close behind me. Our movements slow and slightly weakened.

She pulls her hand out of my sopping wet pussy and brings her fingers to my lips. I kiss them lightly as she traces my lips. Opening my mouth to accept her fingers she inserts them. I suck each finger tenderly, cleaning her. Once they are cleaned to her satisfaction she traces her hands lightly over the outside of my breast and then down to my sides. We stay there dancing slowly against each other. Not wanting this to end I lean my head back to her ear and whisper gently.

"Care for a drink my sweet lady?"

"No thank you, not this time. But I will take you up on it next time." With that she steps back into the crowd and disappears before I can get a glimpse of my Mystery Lady.

My heart sank at not knowing who this wonderful person was that gave me such a tender release, but I knew deep down she would be back and I would be there waiting for her. Now I go to the club not only to get lost in the music, but hopefully to be found by those wonderful hands.

Longing for more to come...

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Rattle, rattle, baby. Are you man enough?

She prowls, she turns, the sway of her hips, the ripple of her skin..

The fullness of her breasts, her belly, all crying out in hunger to be devoured..

She stalks past the bars, she shivers at their cold steel touch.

Fire blazes in her eyes, she gives off the scent of one who needs to be dominated. One who needs to be forced to give up control.

She slides to the floor on her knees.. She rolls her body forward and looks up at you.. Eyes afire, glinting, glimmering. She crawls towards you, she has your scent in her nose. She recognizes your beast. She tastes it in her mouth.

She knows that scent. She feels it roll over her body.

She moves toward you, sliding across the floor. The music sliding across you as she continues to move forward, her breasts touch the floor as she moves. They lick what you want to lick.. She slides up your leg, eyes on the prize.. She rubs against you.

Can you handle her?

Can you take her?

Can you handle me??

Take me, tease me, play with me, mark me....

Rattle, rattle baby......

By; Beautiful Wench

Blind Me Blind me Blind me, From behind me, Don't let me know thee, Only might You show me, How You guide me, Every now and then inside me, I begin to live freely, Down on one knee, I truly begin to see, How much I need Thee, To lead me, There is no philosophy, Needed to make this creed, Between You and me, Where others would flee, I stay at thy feet, Waiting to be, Of use to Thee, I hold no greed against all three, I only desire to please Thee.

45 Lashes With 45 lashes it had all just begun...

45 lashes, at first it was fun.

Yet lash after lash He struck harder and harder.

With each increasing lash He struck her to the core.

Her body beginning to yield The pain beginning to fill...

Her tears streamed down her cheeks.

As He reached 45 He stopped abruptly.

Her body was hot, The pain a coursing, The welts rising, Her mind was clearing...

She would have taken more, Should He have deemed, Yet on this day she knew it was only the beginning.

For with 45 lashes...

He had only JUST begun.

By; Rhiannon Nyx, 2007

By; White_Feather, 2009

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