Manifestation

Do you understand the power of the human mind?Do you understand the strength of that power?

We hallucinate. Our minds play tricks on us. 
When we’re tired, sometimes we conjure up manifestations that aren’t there. Conversations that never happen.
When we wake from our dream, sticky with sweat in the comforting light of day, we are safe from our minds. But at night? At night, you should take heed. Imagination is a magical, unwieldy power. 

So. You can look in my direction, safe with the knowledge you are secure from your lawn opposite the street. You can put your feet up on the couch or lay them across your partner while your babe sleeps. 
You can convince yourself you’re happy with your life, day in day out. Feed yourself, take care of yourself, feed the babe, take care of the babe.

But.

In the dead of the night. When it’s quiet. When not even the crickets will sing for you, find your anchor. Find your safe spot, your warm comfort. Find what light within you that you can.
Because if you think. If you think of me.
I will materialise before you.
Out of the dark, out of the shadows cast by the moonlight that filters in through your window, my form will appear.
And before you can turn on the light, the safe comfort, I will grab you by the ankle and drag you back within my reach. Back into the darkness. 

The more you indulge this thought path, the stronger I grow. 
The stronger I grow, the more I become self-aware. 
When that occurs, where does your original thought, your fantasy, end and my thoughts begin.  

A runaway mind would lead you to having your clothes torn completely off. 
Could you guess that your singlet top and shorties could be peeled off, curled off, torn off, across the room so easily?
Had you wondered how you might scream to your snoring partner who fell asleep on the couch downstairs? Did you wonder how you could even get out a scream? We both know you can’t raise your voice. You were never good at it. 

When you’re on your stomach, completely nude, your hair down and out across your back and past your shoulders, will this be my fantasy? Or yours?
Would my gaze, resting upon your pale bare ass, be your desire? Or mine?
Would your wet cunt, filling the bedroom with its delightful aroma, be offered to me for tribute? 

And when I pull you up to your knees and back into me….when I take your ass….is this a delicious act reserved for me, for us, in this moment? Or a product of a scrapped fantasy, something your boyfriend shows no interest in?

If you think, just for one second, you open the doorway between worlds. 

If you open the doorway between worlds, you run the risk of inviting me into your bedroom.

That power is yours. 

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Sensory Overload

All it takes is for her to duck into the lounge room where I’m resting, completely nude, in all her mesmerising glory, to grab a head band for her bath —
And my mind is transported away.
She is chained to the bedroom, completely naked, her arms and legs spread apart.

There’s a bag over her head. Something new. Me being sadistic by toying sensory deprivation. She won’t be able to see. She won’t be able to quell any concern with a kiss. How long should I leave her with the bag on? Perhaps when the air runs low, when her mind is dazed, I could bring her to the brink of her orgasm — and as my mouth rests over her cunt, my tongue teasing her clit with small licks, I can remove the bag.

And as her senses rush back to her, her body seizes with all the power of an orgasm. 
The dizziness of the air rushing back to her melds with her pleasure. Maybe it’ll catapult her senses sky high. Maybe she might be elated. Soaring high into a space that’s beyond the norm but not beyond my reach.
I could bring her back with a gentle hug, soft words – and the reminder that I am in charge of her. And all that she is. 
And then I’m back in the lounge, a grin forms across my lips. I know just what to do. 

Ice And Fire, Part I

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Note: This is the first instalment in my Dark Disney entry into the Frozen world and — it’s more than a little dark. So hopefully you find a little nook to climb into and disappear into this piece.

 

For the first time in years, Elsa didn’t feel completely and utterly alone.
Where she had spent the days huddled in the corner of her bedroom fearing what the townsfolk of Arendelle might do to her if they found out the truth about her, now she walked with the crowd, doing fantastical magic tricks for children and adults alike.
The people adored her and accepted her – and still, something deep down within her rumbled through her chest, coursing itself through her veins.
It was her familiar friend fear that coiled itself around her heart, feeling her mind with dark thoughts and imagery.
In those moments, she panicked as a thought prickled its way up her spine: What if I lash out again? What if this takes over me and I not only bring Arendelle to ruins but the whole world?

Sometimes she had dreams. In those dreams, she walked through the ruins of Arendelle frozen still, its people locked still in the moment of when the icy blast hit them.
Elsa walked through the snowy landscape, moving pass the still faces twisted in grimaces of horror.
Each dream of a frozen Arendelle took the same path: Elsa walked through the town towards the Great Lake, now just solid ice.
Each dream, she didn’t want to look, she didn’t want to see – but she could not tear herself out of the moment. She couldn’t get away.
She couldn’t stop looking at the frozen figure of her younger sister Anna, her eyes wide and lifeless. A victim of Elsa’s emotional outburst.
Everything hit her in the moment she saw Anna’s face – the heartbreak, the loss of life, of everyone, especially her sister, who she loved more than anything.

On those days, after she awoke from her nightmare, she would rush into Anna’s room, just to see her beautiful face once more.
Elsa thought all about this and more and as she watched Kristoff, Sven, Anna and Olaf sit in the Town Square together enjoying their lunch.
A thought came to her mind then – a thought so out of the ordinary that it seemed to strike her with electricity: She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.
O, it’s not uncommon to think such a thing about your family or your friends, that’s true indeed, but Elsa found that the thought came with such a surge that it took her by surprise.

Is it merely love for my sister after years of loneliness or am I missing something? Elsa wondered.
In truth, she had been desperately lonely all those years she had spent in her room living with nothing but her fear and anxieties, longing for a companion that wasn’t made out of ice. Longing for warmth. But nothing came and she was utterly alone.
Now that that time had passed and the town had accepted Elsa, Elsa and Anna were reunited at last.

Thinking of Anna now, Elsa realized that suddenly thinking of her as ‘beautiful’ took on a whole dimension and form.
She noticed the way her green eyes became lighter in the sun or how her freckles sit across her face.
Elsa was aware now, of things she hasn’t seen in her sister before and it frightened her.
Before Anna could notice and invite her over, Elsa turned and headed back up the palace steps, to withdraw into the throne room.

She lit a fire and warmed her hands. The thought of inspecting Anna closely made her feel like a freak.
Her body, typically, began to freeze the floor around her.
“No” she spat, exasperated. “Please, not again!”
The ice crackled as it spread over the carpet, freezing it still.
A chill shot up her thighs and teased the slit of her cunt.
Elsa focused on the fire. The warmth.

Warmth.
Summer.
Heat.
Scorched.
Deserts.
Tropical.
Baking, sunburn.
Warmth.

Anna.

“No!”

Ice shot out of her in a shockwave, covering the floor beneath her in a sheet of white.
The doors to the throne room opened and an Arendelle guard stepped forward.
“Is everything alright, my queen?”
Before Elsa could move he was beside her, moving her by the wrist out of the ice.
“Please, I’m alright”
Elsa grabbed a towel off a nearby table and bent down to place it over the dampened spot.
As she did so, she noticed the guard looking down her dress, which had lifted forward, exposing her breasts that were snug against the fabric.

It all happened so fast.
The guard reached out to her and pulled her up.
Elsa cried out in surprise and immediately went to conjure her powers, but it was too late, the guard had her pinned facing the wall.
“I’ve always wanted a taste of the ice queen. We’ve all heard the rumors you don’t take men into your quarters. I’ll be the first”
Elsa struggled to move, struggled to fight back but it was no use. He had her pinned and he was strong.

Rough hands tore at her Ice blue dress.
Elsa felt the cool summer breeze skim across her legs and tickle her ass.
Something pulsated within her.
In a matter of seconds, the guard was tearing down her panties.
The light blue with white polka dots color scheme got tangled around her knees. The tightly wound material cut into her skin.

That’s when she felt his hot breath on her left ear.
“I’ve waited a long time to see what secrets lay beneath.”
“You just wait till my sister -”
“It’s a lovely day, my queen. Don’t ruin it with threats”
Elsa went to struggle again but the guard kept her firmly in place.
“Now let’s see how icy your cunt is”

The man kept a fistful of her golden hair while he lowered himself down along her bare ass.
Elsa whimpered – a haggard pathetic sound – and hugged the wall to inch herself away from him.
It made no difference, she was helpless, captured to be still by this man.
He drew close to her and she could feel his hands thumb at her ass, splitting it open slowly.

When the wetness of his tongue slid into her, she shrieked and tried to thrash but his hand held her still.
The guard slid his tongue from the opening of her anus down to her slit.
She heard him chuckle.
“Smooth? I didn’t take you for smooth, my queen. I thought your pubes would be ice blue”
With that, he lowered his tongue upon her.
Elsa was horrified to find that her body betrayed her. The impulse that shook through her that moment told her it felt nice, soothing – but still she struggled back against.

With one leg, she kicked him back.
He was surprised, taken back even, but he was ready for her.
“You little conniving whore” He hissed as he held her to the ground.
“Daddy was just trying to take care of you, best he knows how”
Elsa struggled against him. The two grunted in unison for two very different reasons.
Elsa felt the man go still a moment – then she felt something hard against her back. It slid between her ass and pressed against her.

At once it started to burn and then — she fell into a daze.
She couldn’t tell what happened at that point. Her vision became a blur and she had the strangest sense of feeling full.
She fought against the sensation but arms felt tied to a claim.
Stinging pain shot through her body. It erupted in pulsating waves, one after the other.

The guard, she saw, was smacking her.
“Do you know what happens to naughty girls that misbehave? They get reigned in.”
The guard spoke lowly, almost to himself. His voice was manic.
How did this happen, think Elsa, as the guard was massaging his cock between her ass cheeks.
Suddenly the guard had her up against the wall facing him.
He lowered her down.

“Change of plans” He mumbled with a laugh.
Elsa has to do a double take to his words and just as she deciphered it, his cock slid into her mouth and down her throat.
It was warm and salty, with the faintest taste of sweat as it thrust in and out of her wet mouth.
The very action made Elsa gag.
Elsa was against the wall as his thick uncut cock slid in and out of her mouth again and again.
She struggled to breath against the constant sensation of her throat being filled.
Somewhere above he groaned as his hips thrust into her.
Elsa tried swatting him away but he held her in place, his thrusting quickening.
“No” she cried, pushing against him.
“Breath a little ice on it, honey” He purred as his cock slid smoothly down her throat.
She could taste herself on his cock.
The sensation caused her to jerk and forward and swipe at him.
Her left hand hit him in the stomach and he recoiled.
He yanked on her hair and whispered. “Little frustrating bitch, I was close”
He spat on her – a thick glob of saliva struck her face.
It stung her cheeks and slid down to the corners of her mouth.

The lightheadedness that was with Elsa earlier in the day was returning and she realised she was struggling to breathe.
She grappled frantically at the man to try and get some air, her chest heaving for that relief.
She got it when the man slid his cock roughly out of her mouth and shot his load all over her face.
It hit her in pulsating waves, rolling down her cheeks and necks and pooling around her nipples.
The man laughed to himself as he stood back and watched her.
Elsa looked around at her surroundings, panting, taking in huge gulps of air.
“No…..No…”
The guard just laughed.
“NO” cried Elsa in defiance – and that’s when a dazzling blinding light shot out of her hands and enveloped everything she saw in a furious white light.

 

To be continued…

 

 

 

Thoughts to keep warm during Winter

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When I tell her to bend across the pool table, I wonder what her mind is running to.
When I tease her slit with the pool cue, gliding in circles, I wonder if she is hesitant or welcoming.

And when I ease it into her, as it disappears inside her, will she buckle, will she tremble, will she tell me it’s too much or will she try and prove to me, rot herself, to the gods, that she is worthy, that she is the one. That I am the one for her.

O, will she slide back into it, to feel it stretch her, to feel ‘full’?
Or will she attempt to crawl away, as it is too much.
Which version do I want, obedience or struggle? Both harden my cock.

What will come out of those slick wet lips?
A guttural moan?
A grunt, in the most beautiful, animalistic, dare I think un-lady-like way?
Or will she sob? And if so, will that sobbing enchant me or dispel me?

How will her hair fall? Over her eyes? Over her mouth?
Will her hair stick to her wet luscious lips?

And will she come? Will she come again? Will she take the cue for me until I tell her no more, until she is so full it aches. Maybe it bleeds.

Such thoughts run through my mind. And warms my heart.

 

 

12 Days of BDSM Christmas – Day #4

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What a surprise your face will be when you come down stairs in the morning and find your precious little present lying in wait, chained and begging for release.
But I’ve mentored you better than that. And, my little student  I am proud to say that I know you won’t release her till she has fulfilled all of her duties to you. Till she has served you in every way possible.
And look! She even comes with a golden collar. Isn’t it pretty?
So take her, little girl, devour her, toy with her, whatever you will. My gift to you.

 

 

When To Force Submission

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Do you know that moment in time when you say “Gosh, I really need that ______ (insert event)”?

Every once in a while, a Dominant needs to execute a forced submission on his lady. Think of it like a massage, only either brutal or tender or both.

There is magic there, it should be said. Magic when you caress her or bound her or act out a fantasy with her or mock rape her. You need to act out on her, assert your Dominance over her mind and soul and body. Leave a bruise.

Stagnation. It happens, despite your best intentions. It happens sooner or later, either coming in strong or just a teensy tiny bit. But lucky for you two, it takes two to tango and I know you can both dance because you wouldn’t be on this website would you?

Here’s what forced submission is to me: taking control. The scenario can change depending on the level of intensity but the key for me is to take control and have doing so.

Our lives…we can get so caught up being busy and run down we forget to look back and be our animal selves. Unless you’re a magic robot that can take care of everything straight away, maybe my words are useless. But for the average joes, I wanted to write this.

Keep the youthful mindset in your BDSM world

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When I was younger and over at my girlfriend’s for dinner, I was a terror.
While her family would be gathered around the lounge room talking about God knows what, I was downstairs in their basement, leaning my girl over the pool table, with my hand up her frilly white short skirt stuffing the pool cue into her cunt.
Yes, I was a thin floorboard away from the family. Her father and her mother were sitting around discussing their day while their sweet little daughter was downstairs greedily taking the thick pool cue into her sweet little cunt.
When we were done, when I had made her come hard a few times on that pool table, I left the pool cue where it was, knowing the next person would find it slick with her juices. What did I know? I was young and care free and wild.

Nothing’s changed. I am still get a sadistic glee in me. I’m 27, I have my pet sprawled across the lounge in our apartment. We were watching something on TV but one caress led to another and I had my mouth over her sweet pussy as my tongue flicked over her clit and explored every crevice. The blinds were open for all to see and enjoy the show — and I made sure she would be a good girl and let out her soft and sweet coos.

Another moment, I had a plane to catch. I should’ve left, maybe five minutes ago, but despite my pet’s pleas and her struggles to retain her vanilla side in order to catch the plane on time, she gave in to her animal. Allowing my knee to hold her down while I came on her tits.

I guess what I am trying to see, despite taking detours down Dominant Lane, is that we should never forget who we were because that kid – that crazy idiotic kid is still a part of us and my guess is that it still comes out in us all. I’ve seen people grow old and bitter. Not me, friends. I am going into my fifties still sneaking my wandering hands down my pet’s top. I am going to pull her aside at parties and sneak her into the alleyway to taste what is fucking rightfully mine and she will give it to me or I will fucking take it anyhow because her body is mine and I will not be fucking denied.  She is mine.Fucking mine. Ahem. Excuse me, I got a surge just then. My beast is coming out so I’ll have to cut this short.

Don’t give up the young you deep within because that is what helps keep us alive. It is what stokes the fire.