A Good Try at Hummiliation

He came to my place straight from an interview. I had the usual instructions, no underwear, skirt, nice and trimmed. I got to see him clean shaven, a rare occasion. He was wearing a suit, and didn't even bother getting out of his car. He had me come to his window and lean in toward him. He immediately got out his new clover clamps and put one on each nipple. He tucked my tits back away. I got in the passenger seat in a whirlwind. He adjusted the chain so it was accessible and started to tell me about his interview. Every time it was my turn to talk I got the chain pulled a little. The way the clamps fell into my bra, my piercings went perpendicular to the foam. Which did wonders for the predicament.
The plan was to get  lunch at a cafe on Telegraph. We rode to the top of a near by parking structure. We found a little privacy out in the sun on the roof. Before I was allowed out of the car I had to hang out my window , ass up in the air toward him. He shoved a butt plug up my ass. I had forgotten to lubricate, luckily he let it slide. Promising punishment next time. He had me stay where I was and took out his camera. A bright pink digital thing. He moved me to where he wanted me to pose using the chain hanging from my bra. He had my tits hanging out of the window with my whole upper body, gravity taking effect to  further tighten the clamps. He snapped a few of me trying to blink back tears and smile for him. As he put my tits back I pleaded to have the clamps taken off. He gave me an ultimatum, pull them off now by the chain or wait till the restaurant and get them taken off for me. I opted to wait, they where already so tight and there was no way I was ripping them off! While waiting for the elevator, he made shore my plug wasn't going anywhere, and had me suck him a little. As we walked to the restaurant I commented that he just had to take me to that specific area. Just to make sore there was the most people out that I could know.
We stood in line and I worked on clearing my head enough to order. He had me sit down and brought me my food. We sat as close to the window as possible and he positioned me pussy in plain sight. Legs wide and skirt hiked up. Before we dug in, he took off the clamps. Nobody even batted an eye. He looked enough like just another suit, that we were able to get away with murder. We talked about body types and an ex of his over lunch. How our heads both turned to follow a hot chick and how much fun it would be to go 'fishing' together. As he showed off my cunt more and more to the window, I didn't blush or anything. I did try to catch my breath unsuccessfully though.
After lunch we drove into Tilden and found an empty parking lot. He changed my plug in the car and got me out. He tryed bending me over his trunk, but me being too short and to open the trunk. He penetrated me, feeling the plug still inside me, and pounded me till I came. I had dug my face deep into the blankets in his trunk at that point. He stood me up and pushed me onto my knees. I deep throated him till he exploded all over my face and tits. As we were getting dressed again, and he finished changing another car pulled up. We decided to walk down the trail. Me floating on air. We found a park bench and I got a good spanking. I love his big hands. That man doesn't need a paddle. He cleaned off the now flaky cum and we went further exploring. We ended up at the little farm. I had never been before. I walked on air around, shooting the shit and talking about when he had taken his girlfriend there.

My Trail to Top

So I'm an Aries, I'll start there. I'm the first one in bed to be 'fuck it, let's fuck'. Or the one that knows how to divide and conquer. So I tended toward the opposite of all that pushiness
and loved when someone else was completely in control. But my top side was always in there.

It's quite evident in my reactions to certain sexual activities. I've always hated being distracted when giving oral, I get off purely by getting my partner off and I love getting people all hot and bothered and then leaving. Soliciting a reaction is the goal, being in control of some one's mind and toying with them. My tops and doms seem to have the same goal. If I'm not giving the proper response, punishment gets tougher.

So the more I practise doing to others what I love done to me the more i find that fire i love to illicit in my partners. That "yes i have the power" feeling and mine goes a little deeper into "and i know how good that must feel". I've been told it's like a fire in my eyes.

I'm still timid, but I'm learning and training, and I know it's there. I'm getting more confident in myself everyday. 

I proved it to myself, when I put two friends in rope harnesses and made one get on their knees for me. Without saying a word mind you and present me my chip. All in front of a boisterous crowd of over a hundred. I'm still growing and I can't wait to see what I'm able to become.e

My First Top

He was a hairy hippie guy. I messaged him on my favorite online dating site and we had struck up a conversation quickly. He brought up the movie Secretary fairly quickly and having never seen it, I had no idea what he was referencing. We met up for a couple of hours between my classes and walked around Berkeley talking about random shit. He brought back up Secretary and explained the reference this time. He went on to voice his frustration of the San Fransisco Community. He had created a group that was anarchist kinky people that had since fizzled out. I was instantly intrigued. He was my type, big bear hippy and into stuff I had only dreamed about. My mistress has since told me that even years before I had come into the scene officially, I exuded kinkiness. Much like a closeted queer person can be sniffed out with the right gaydar. I was spotted by her years earlier after a dyke march and now by him. He dropped me back off at class after a date at his place later that week.
I got to his place and got a shaky back message. I could feel he was restraining something and it scared and excited me to no end. We talked about spankings and other off handed stuff. This was my first negotiation. On a quick drive we went through where our kinks came from. Why I always wanted to submit and why he wanted to dominate. We had shared pasts in some dramatic ways. I learned more about where he grew up and what brought him to California.
He finally played with me. First he stood me up and grasped me in his way, making it clear that I was safe and that he was in control. He would do this every time we played, once before and once after, and even though I was right at chest level I never heard his heart beat fasten. It was always steady and in control, much like he was. He sat back down and had me lay over his knee. Ass in the perfect place for his right hand. He gave me the best spanking. Rhythmic and even. Heavy but still with some surprises. He brought me to the pain orgasm I knew was possible, but had never experienced before. I slowly meandered down the mountain of my explosion. As I layed in his lap, I was held by one strong arm and caressed by the other. I hid my face, having had tears of the release form in my eyes. He ran his fingers over my now bright red bottom and let me swim in my own world.
I finally got up and he was tickled by my squirms of trying to find a less stingy way to sit. I got to my feet at last and took a big step down from the clouds over a cigarette. Before I left I was given a homework assignment. Research 'subspace' because I didn't formally know about it, but knew the feeling. I left to go home in a dream.
That week every time I readjusted my jeans remembering his hand. Smiling to myself and going about my business, knowing there was only more to come.

Mistress Sees

This is another cataloging of texts from my Mistress. She is quite amazing, this is how she saw my night the other night.

"I've been observing spiritually and energetically...and watched you energetically curiously strum one of the new energetic and spiritual threads added in my intricate web playfully a couple of hours ago! I'm so glad your having such a wonderful time and I always enjoy your seductive playful curiosity... It's always wonderful when your being mischievous... I am always here! You are absolutely extraordinary!"

I told her here that I had been hitting on this cute little thing all night. And what she had been observing was me playing with my new prey. This girl brings out a hunter in me, I'm having fun.

"Ah...so the women withe the seemingly innocent curiosity is named Lily! No I wouldn't call her innocent...clever...mischievous maybe in an adorable and cute way like a curious kitten maybe... but hardly 'innocent' this Lily is too experienced with the seductive chase to be genuinely 'innocent'... At least that's my observations. I'm finding it quite enjoyable how you've got your friend and I spiritually and energetically am participating in your fun with Lily tonight! It's quite fun really! How you've been periodically coming over and noticing all the new ideas and strands and intricate designs to my energetic and spiritual web... things that you are waiting eagerly to experience what surprises they hold...while your dom is standing to the side like a knight  or elf guide as you happily go back and forth between him and I... periodically disarming him with your seductive magic... and strumming my spiritual web to get my attention as if it's time for me to do more then observe... once you've got both our attention you've been drawing this Lily in... keeping her attention... when she cleverly and shyly takes a step back and feels things out... You take her hand ...lead her to him... and ask for his 'unbiased' guidance while enticing this Lily... with the extraordinary one of a kind seduction you do... and as he smiles he points to me and my web. So a couple of times you've led her over to a familiar already experienced thread or 'design' you've already experienced being entangled and gleefully squirming in... while she's taking all this in... trying to figure out what to do next... with all of this, some of witch she doesn't understand... you walk over playfully and strum a thread of my web which I am waiting and watching but not moving... but definitely absorbing you healing and seduction... Lily... turns to you not quite believing you when you assure her that it's safe. She of course has sensed it's safe, but still doesn't understand your excitement about it. So you lead her back to him, her old friend! Who of course is clearly enjoying all this fun, he has been trying to convince Lily to follow you... this back and forth went on for hours... Lily even strummed one of my threads and reacted with a gasp like a kitten with a new toy... and you just lit up and almost had her in your arms at more than one point! Him and I separately each with glowing smiles of the wonderful progress your making with this Lily! I can only imagine how things have been progressing physically with you and her! I am honored to be part of this seductive playful game and even more honored that it is my unique web that is the object to attract Lily's mischievous and playful kitten like curiosity so she can experience your motherly nature and being and wisdom! It's beautiful!"

Fishing Line

I had instructions- wear a shorter skirt, no underpants, shave or trim as much as possible. And for the next 3 days when you masturbate have something in your ass, whether it be a finger or dildo, I want you to come with something up there. I was excited because I had asked for the instructions. And he had a challenge, get me to safe word. I had only done it in session, when I was doing a little bit of pro sub work. But never in real life play. He had asked if he was bad for wanting to change that, and of course it wasn't. By this point we had both gone through a checklist. It's, Soul's Haven,  it's well set up and comparisons are made super easy. He picked me up at my place and took me down a back alley to check if I had complied to his liking. I passed with flying colors. On the way up to his house I had to show off my cunt to others on the highway and my tits to the toll collector.
He showed me around his place for a minute, it's totally a hippy commune style place. I was quickly taken to the dungeon. Or more of a converted wine cellar, DIY style. But I love it just the same. He showed off the 2 new eye hooks in the ceiling, they where put there just for me. I'm still quite proud of that. I'm such a little pain slut I needed spacial modifications to his dungeon. We didn't use them right away. First I was cuffed with my ass in the air. A little spanking, and caning and then a pin wheel. I wasn't told it was a pin wheel. He was going to cut me up. He went for my breasts, and back, I loved it until he got to my feet. I'm super ticklish there and hated it. He switched between the cane and the wheel, to make it feel like he was cutting open the welts. He had me sniveling and tearing up when he got to my feet. I couldn't even hold position. I was finally released after being curled up crying. I felt for the blood, and there was non there. ASS. I still have to smile at the fake out though.
I got taken out braless to get lunch. We went to a park and he set out a sleeping bag that smelt so much like sex it's kinda ridiculous. As we left he did this super man move, lifted up the thing in one swoop, through it over his shoulder like a cape while flipping his hair back. All one motion. He thinks he is so suave.
We went back to his place for the main event. I was layed down and cuffed once again. Face up this time. He pulls out his fishing line, and shows me what a good boy scout he was. He was the one flaw. When he attached the line to my nipples and behind the bars in them, he used a slip knot and never anchored it so it would stop tightening. Just cause it's thin doesn't mean you get to use bad rope technique, ladies and gentleman. Anyway, he threaded the line through the new eye hook and just let them hang for a minute. While he attached the spreader bar to my ankles. He lifted my legs up and propped them there on his chest while he took the fishing line and tied each nipple to it's adjacent ankle. Then let the bar drop. I could half bend my knees without pulling too hard on the line. I actually let my knees rest at first just to get the pull I wanted. He especially likes anal and tryed that very quickly, just my thrashing made one of the lines snap. It was pure nipple power. He wasted little time, laughing at my mistake and fixing the problem. Now I got the tiger balm. On my clit, in my ass, and all over my muff. That stuff burns so bad. I subbed out hard core. Yummy. I have no idea how long he had me down there, but it finally took him trying to go straight back in my ass dry for me to finally red out. He had to help me along even though it was my body that was trying to push him away. spreader bar and everything. He started putting things away. When I come back to earth enough and notice that maybe my nipples shouldn't be that color. So he take me down. I take my time getting back to my feet. I was led back upstairs through a different door and to the sex room.
I got close pins where the line was and given a flogging with the flogger I had made sure to bring. A good amount of blows the the back and then I was turned around. I got a good couple of hits to my chest before he made me break pose. My hands went quickly back behind me, but he had paused. He told me I was bleeding. I had known the close pin had been flogged off, but I look down and there was a good stream of blood forming. I caught what I could with my hand while he got some tissues. I got the other nipple released and eaten out for a second for how good I was being. He put me on the bed and with a combination of lots of lube and some pussy slapping, got a full 3 fingers in my back door. I was quite impressed. I was finally taken from behind by him. And fucked hard. Face down in a pillow ass to the heavens. I love that mans cock.

My piercing is in a permanently different place, but what a story. I still refer to it often, because my ego is a little to big to leave it alone. Next time the plan is to secure the bottom of my tits as well as the nipples. I can't wait!

Eye Opening Date

This was my first poly date. And it was a great growing experience.
It was my dom's secondaries birthday and I was told I should come out. We figured out that he should pick me up because this circus thing was near to where I was working at the time. It was a candy land themed party and that was the information I got. I was ready and scyked up for an adventure.
We started out hours late, I was kinda stranded at work till after we had closed, luckily people where hanging out anyway, but I don't have a held annoyance. I figured he was held up with his wife. When he finally shows up he comes with two other women, neither his wife. I didn't think twice about it.
We got to the party and it was super lame. There was a quick aerial show and lots of standing around not knowing anyone. As he and the birthday girl cuddled and made out, I felt the need to avert my eyes. But not in jealousy, out of respect and being a little uncomfortable anyway.
We all ditched the party and headed out to the old baths in SF. It was storming and gorgeous. Me being the graceful women I am found every puddle on the way down the stairs. And decided I was 5 years old anyway. I had just come from a good two week period of getting a good play session in almost every other day, and having no need to masturbate at all. So I was still a little subby.
We all cuddled out looking over the waves. I instinctively gave my trench coat to Leanne and loved cuddling up to her to keep her warm and then having us both surrounded by him. I got more comfortable with them making out while we where all in the cuddle puddle and still having his arm surrounding me. It was gorgeous out there. I was affectionately named "new friend". And praised for being so cuddly and touchy feely.
We decided to dry off in a coffee shop. The conversation was enlightening in the car. We talked about being happy for a partner when with another person. How this feeling comes from a trust that your partner is committed to you, so you want them to have fun and love that they are happy, even when with another. He declared that his wife and the date she was on, better be making out by now! I just had to smile. We ended up at the weirdest Asian dessert place. That had delicious food, even though I still have no idea what exactly we had. It was an appropriate end to an equally remember able night.
This was the first time it really hit me that, I could do this, be poly amorous. It was familiar and yummy, and very much what I had been doing for years with a incestuous group of friends. And this was only the 3rd date.

Bad French

I had been being contacted by this guy for several months now. Just moved here from France and wanted to meet new people. He thought I was cute. He was a little too lanky for my taste and a tad too old. I figured a cigarette couldn't hurt, but timing kept not working out. Not that I really cared.
He finally caught me when I was bored.
He showed up super late, at my favorite creek side walk. He is less attractive then his pictures, and so very quiet and intellectual. I was quickly turned off, but I figured why not go for a smoke? He brought up, how I liked to play. He had noticed in my profile my some hidden comments of my kinky side. We quickly switched to conversation of favorites and a quick negotiation. He led me down a path to get off the main drag and bent me over. He had awful dirty talk, and was a little too much McGiver for my taste. He ended up picking up a random stick to cane me with. He only hits one cheek of my ass with both hand and stick. Someone came a little too close to comfort, so we moved. This time he had me sitting on my ass so he moved to thigh and pussy slapping. Again only one thigh taken care of, he was just being lazy or stupid. I got him off in my hand and sent him on his way.
I didn't even stay warm for an hour. He hit me up later that week and I said I didn't want to play with him. When he asked if I had friends who might be interested I told him truthfully not in him. He wasn't good at what he did, and didn't seem to care. That's just an arsehole, not a dom.

First Play

He picked me up at my place with a plan already brewing.
An amazing cup of coffee and whisked off to Indian Rock. We quickly and easily found an alcove to ourselves and started negotiation.  We both like spankings and I got to really warn him on how tight I am. He proceeded with bending me over and testing how much pain I really could take. He was happily surprised, especially after I made it very clear that the first round was child's play. I lost my panties for that. We were caught by some kids and he decided it was lunch time. It is so nice that he took meals into account and made sure I didn't pay for a thing. A man that really knows how to date. And after dating early 20 somethings that have no idea, it was an especially nice change. He brandished my underwear during lunch to see my reaction. I just had to smile, but didn't bat an eye. After a smoke we had 2 options, stay on this side of the bay or go back to his side.
I decided that being a heathanistic Jew was the way to go. So we went to his church. He happens to be the youth group leader for a sponcie of mine, so he has keys to the place. I followed him around the back to see the view and up into this room haphazardly filled with couches. He showed me where my sponcie likes to sit and sat me down on another couch. He wasted little time. I met his favorite paddle, a stingy ping pong thing. And I got to practice counting, which I slipped up once on. He can be incredible distracting. He turned me over and went for my tits, witch can take my less than my ass, and really showed me the advantage of the texture of that paddle. No marks but still just enough to make my nipples sore for days. He ended up making me squirt, a first for me. After witch I got to show off my talents with his dick. I have some amazing shots of me controlling my gag reflex. He has such a beautiful cock. I had previously been worried. His tool curves perfectly upward, in the most delicious way. He left me on the couch and took pictures of his work, me all subbed out, and playing with myself. Before we left I got my panties stuffed deep inside me, they didn't all fit, the one day I didn't wear a thong. As we walked out like nothing had happened, me still floating, I noticed that there had been a yoga class underneath us the whole time.
He dropped me off at a meeting and let me take the underwear out, thank goodness, because I ended up reading in front of the meeting. It was fabulous being all light and airy and extroverted in front of the meeting. Still feeling the extra space created by all that cloth inside me. We had planned on that Friday, and I couldn't wait for what was next.

First Meeting

I was reminiscing about a brief period when I was dating a dangerously charming, polyamorous dom and the stories I love to repeat about our time together. In all there are 3 scenes and one eye opening date. Not much, but more then enough material to write about.
We met how I've met many in my life currently over an online dating site. I messaged him because we matched so well. And he replied with a dating rule he was bond to at the time, that made me just too young for him.
We met for brunch and hit it off. The first thing I noticed was his black and pink hippie shirt and I still have to smile. It by all accounts is one of his favorites. The exact conversation is lost to my memory, but when I explained the one biblical law against body manipulation he checked if I had one. In the old testament the sign of someone being a slave is them having a gold ring in their right ear. The second those words came out of my month he checks, blushes and explains himself. I ended up recounting this many times to friends with the giddy anticipation I had of finally getting a one from him. You see i do have a second hole in my right ear that is rarely filled.
We proceeded to my favorite smoking spot, because I'm a smoker. He proceeded to comment on my legs with an expert hand placed on my knee. And as we walk out that afternoon, he placed a hand on my back right between my shoulder blades to instill confidence and power. I left him floating on a cloud. I knew he was going to be fun.