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Dominant or Submissive?

2008-07-04T19:48:07Z

I'm a full head on bedroom lesbian dominant.
What are you?

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Dominant, but....

2008-06-30T17:56:45Z

I'd be fascinated to know - are how many Dommes here are sub in their private, primary relationship/s, or used to be?

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Austin painslut seeks Domme and is willing to travel

2008-06-26T21:43:16Z

i am very masochistic and wish to be totally dominated. If any Women out there would enjoy using and abusing me, please let me know. i live in Austin and would love to meet someone close, but will try to travel to You this summer if it is something i can raise the money to do.

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Submissive in a 3some

2008-06-20T02:41:52Z

I have had a thought banging around my mind for the last couple of hours after a long conversation with my adorable, demanding, wonderfully sexy girlfriend...

We were fantasising about a threesome, where she would be fucked deeply from behind by a sexy drama teacher, I would pleasure her first with my lips on her breasts and then on her clit, where they would stay as she screamed her way to an orgasm and then as he exploded she'd pull herself off him so it went over her thighs and my face....

Right now I can think of nothing yummier... anyone done anything similar?

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I Like to Watch

2008-06-06T14:48:48Z

I like to watch
Her tease her crotch
And shake her hair
While I, mute, stare.

Then as she giggles
She deftly swivels
Upon knees and hands
And bark commands.

Like, “Ride me mean,
And lick me mean.”

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Any Dominant Women in the Portland Area?

2008-06-05T23:16:45Z

I am a submissive male in the Portland area looking to get involved in the lifestyle. Any suggestions?

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What are your view?

2008-05-30T13:53:09Z

So what do you think about female on male strap on action? It seems guys really like it, I know I do!!! I hope I'm not be to forward but I've recently started a survey and no worry I promise it's for my personal knowledge only. I just wanted to know how popular this sexual act is. The more I look the more I see that it's really common it's just kind of a, in the closet thing. I guess most men don't want there buddies to know that a woman or anyone for that matter has taken there ass . It's rather taboo so I got to agree I don't know what I'd do if something like that, about me, ever became public knowledge. Please share your views and don't be afraid to embellish when answering.. Any past present or future thought you have on this matter would be greatly appreciated. Just send me a personal
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new mistress

2008-04-28T23:51:01Z

hi, i am just starting to dominate my hubby. i have no idea besides the "norm" what to do to him. i want to be creative and take his ass. how can i dominate him and bend his will. im looking for some ideas and help. thnx jenn

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Accepting service gracefully?

2008-04-28T23:02:46Z

I am finding thus far what my venture into dominance is exactly where I should be headed. Sexually, it's no problem. In not-sexual situations, I've been pretty much holding my own. There's one realm that's currently makikng me nervous, though.

My apartment is a pit. It's not at bio-hazard levels yet, but I could really use a pleasantly submissive guy over to clean my home about once a month, if not weekly. My housekeeping started sliding with having to take care of a sick relative, and considering that I'm not fond of my apartment in general (it's a teeny widdle cave with no dishwasher or washer and dryer in the unit) things haven't gotten much better since I've regained control over my schedule. That, and I'm going to be taking a class starting this week. eek.

Well, here's the problem: how do I not be horrified at the condition of my home when a submissive comes over to help clean? I mean, granted -- that's why he's there. However, I've had one person who _volunteered_ to come over and help me clean once turn into a completely passive-aggressive bitch boy about it. (Long story.) I was already nervous about having someone see exactly how bad my place was, and this didn't help that situation at all.

How do you fight down the temptation to try to clean before the submissive sees the place? How do you leave them alone and let them get on with it? How do you not apologize for the condition of the place? Do you sit on your hands? Get in the tub with a book and let them come to you with questions? Scream into a pillow the whole time? I mean, I don't have roaches or ants or anything, and nobody's recoiled at the smell of my place when they come in, but ... it ain't pretty in here.

I've given orders during actual play and related romantic stuff, but thus far not for anything that would leave me feeling exposed and open to up-close-and-personal ridicule. I've expected that tops and dommes might sometimes have a hard time with making desires known and risking bottoms and submissives who'd be bearing the brunt of it being dismissive of these dreams, but I'm not sure of how they get over that.

Help? Pretty please, ladies?

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urolagnia

2008-04-14T22:57:26Z

A newbie asks: Are there any tribes for Bay Area men to find women who want to practice urolagnia and facesitting? If yes, please let me know. Thanks

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Looking for a taker

2008-04-03T17:29:23Z

I'm 51, look 41 or younger, 6'7" 240. I'm an alpha male, in the personal security field, and an ex jock.

I have fantasized about femdom and look at pix on the net all the time.

I was never spanked as a child, and have always wondered what it would be like. I have always been big and haven't had many people, male or female who wanted to test me.

I really want to experience being not in control, can you please help me?

I'm in Los Angeles.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

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Any Dominant Ladies in San Diego?

2008-04-03T03:53:11Z

Hello all!

Any dominant ladies here in America's Finest City?

Madoc

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Man Whores For Women

2008-03-30T23:36:26Z

Hi, in my continuing saga of finding men who like to be objectified for the women who like to objectify them, I've set up "Man Whores For Women" tribe. I thought some of you might want to join it, too.

Man Whores For Women
http://tribes.tribe.net/female-pimp

Thanks, Cindy

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BDSM Clubs in Minnesota???

2008-03-10T21:41:11Z

Any BDSM people in the Twin Cities area in this tribe??

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Archives of thrallos.org?

2008-02-24T19:22:09Z

There used to be this wonderful male slave training site created by a FEMALE Gorean master. It was at http://www.thrallos.org and they lost all of their files in a hard disk crash. Part of the tragedy is that they seemed to have search engines blocked from archiving their files, so I can't even find them on the Internet Wayback Machine.

If anyone here used to visit the site and may have copies of their web pages stashed in their computer caches, could you please let me know? i'd love to put you in contact with the Master of Thrallos (as in, holding a man in thrall) so that maybe she can put her site back together.

Thanks!

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TRUE STORY - My Past by a Domme and Cuckoldress

2008-02-14T16:01:21Z

POSTED RELUCTANTLY, upon request from emailers:

I didn’t want to admit this to my Tribe.net buddies, but so many have suspected that I have a “past,” I felt that perhaps I should reveal just what that amounted to – well, some of it anyway.

When I was 18 and stupid, I needed money to go to school. I was advised by some other young women that pole-dancing would be a good way to make some money fast.

Well, that was somewhat overstated. But, after a brief whirlwind of searching, I found myself in the position as one of five young women chosen by an agency for an adult entertainment venture that would be a level above that. This was more difficult for me than the other four because I had been shy my entire life, burdened with an overwhelming sense of inferiority and weakness.

We five were enrolled in acting classes and, over the next six months, learned acting techniques, including comedy and dance.

During that time, I’d also enrolled in a community college and began dating my first-year sociology instructor who I’d marry a year later. He’s also a post-grad-studies engineer. He made me understand that what I was getting involved in would be a short-term career that almost certainly would be a dead-end job within five years, whereas a solid education would be a better bet. An adult-entertainment background isn’t the best resume for future stage work.

I told my husband-to-be that I’d been involved in some silent fuck films that were no more than videos produced for sordid advertising, internet clips, magazine postings and other low-end venues. Additionally, we were expected to fuck the producers and their friends at fund-raising parties and social gatherings. All this paid us five naïve girls a percentage of the take and paid back the agency for its investment in us five naïve girls. Nothing in life is free.

Having descended into society’s lowest depths, every element of shyness and inferiority I had experienced had now evaporated.

When my school’s next semester began, and I became a full-time “real” student. Had I remained with the agency, I’d have been on the adult-club circuit and taking roles in feature adult films, although not in a starring role. Those roles were then becoming money makers for the top one percent or so of actresses but the chances of achieving that are small for all others wannabes. It has now become so lucrative that only a small fraction of one percent reach that height of success.

Between his growing consultant business and his teaching positions, my husband made more money than I’d ever dream of achieving at doing anything else. And I was beginning to see how sleazy that other world was anyway.

Unless you’re at the top of the game, giving an adult performer the option of making her world pretty much whatever she wants it to be, it’s far worse than anyone outside that business can imagine. That business robs its employees of their souls.

And, finally, most people I meet, or correspond with, mistakenly assume I’m “really smart.” I’m not. Although I ultimately graduated, I had a lot of trouble with science and math. I fucked three instructors, an associate professor and a full professor to obtain additional instruction. Each told me beforehand that, although they would help, they wouldn’t adjust my grades upward. My grades were average.

The real reason some believe I’m smart is because of those acting classes. For all its Olympian faults, I’ll give the adult entertainment business that much credit. For its social reasons, overcoming my inferiority and just-plain fooling people, that tiny portion of my experiences was useful.

So that’s my past history, which I now assume will explain to my Tribe.net buddies how I developed the attitudes I now have.

I can’t recall how many readers of my few stories have asked, “Why can’t my wife (or girlfriend) see things like you?” Well, they didn’t go through the crap I did.

I apologize for not being fully forthcoming to those who I have answered. I’m truly sorry. Maybe the above will make up for it.

I regret much of my past. Except here to my friends on Tribe.net, it’s hidden. But Oscar Wilde once said, “All saints have a past. All sinners have a future.”

~~ "T"

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fantasy of a painslut

2008-02-09T22:34:25Z

i have had mascochistis tendencies since a youg age, before puberty even. i do not no how i came to sexualize pain but somehow i did. i developed the fetish for Famel Domination in conjuction with this over time. As a young boy i had some problems fitting in. i can remember a few cases where girls would make fun of me and it kind of turned me on. i would have fantasies about being naked before them and they would make fun of me and ridicule my penis for being small and they would pinch it with their nails and thump it.

i can't explain why to me pain and humiliation are such a turn-on nor do i really want to. To analyze it i think is to kill it. my fantasy is to completely submit to sadistic a Dom who takes great pleasure in making me suffer. She would submit me to extreme whipping, clamping, hang weights from be balls, poke needles in me, make me go about the day with a butt plug inserted, fuck my ass with a large strap on, torture me with electricity, or whatever. She would also do things like have Her friends come over and parade me around in panties or naked and let them abuse me in various ways. She would make me dring Her pee usually by peeing streight into my mouth but sometimes from a cup. i would eat all my meals on the floor from a doggy bowl and would not be allowed to use my hands and would be severely punished for any mess i made.

Of course i would do all the house work and when Mistress came home in the evening She would alway inspect the house. If anyrthing was even slightly dirty or not right there would be punishment. i would be reqiured to be naked at all time while at home or in panties or skirt depending on Mistress's mood. One room in the house would be set up as a dungeoun. This is where all serious torture would take place but of course random acts of sadism or punishment could take place anywhere. It would be common for Mistress to relieve stress by subjecting me to a heavy whipping, paddeling and/or caning.

In this relationship Mistress would only use me for oral saxual pleasure. If She ever did want use of me for intercourse, She would of course be on top, but this would probably be rare if ever. On occasions when Mistress would alow me to cum, She would always make sure i did so in pain so that pain and pleasure are always linked. She might do this by allowing me to masterbate while She strikes my ass with a cane. She might even have me curve my legs over my head and point my penis toward my open mouth. She would then beat me on the ass and between my legs while i masterbasated and when i came i would have to direct it all into my mouth and swallow it. Of course this is only when i've been a good boy.

my slavery to Mistress would be voluntary. Mistress would provide me with a safe word. Either use of the safe word would end the relationship or Mistress might tolerate it during recreational sessions only, never during punishent. i of course would never use it anyway.

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painslut in Austin seeks FemDom assistent for Mistress in distance domination

2008-02-07T04:42:10Z

painslut living in Austin cannot at present be with his Mistress who lives elsewhere. Mistress wishes in the meen time to dominate painslut via the internet and has directed painslut to seek Female assitance in Austin for this. Mistress and painslut wish to build a relationship that is based on Sado/masochism as well as Dominence/submission. If anyone reading this in the Austin area would be interested in assisting Mistress in torturing painslut please reply here or message painslut and painslut will put You in touch with Mistress. Mistress welcomes new FemDom's and Dom-curious

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why...

2008-02-05T14:35:55Z

why we as men are into dominant women???not that I dont like it but I would like an explanation :)

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thank You

2008-02-05T01:02:55Z

painslut is humbly thankful for being permitted to be a part of this tribe cellebrating Female Domination.

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True Story THREE

2008-02-01T18:39:13Z

REAL FRIENDS, REAL BENEFITS - MY FUCKBUDDIES.

I’m now 29 and often, when asked, can’t remember how many homes we have lived in over our 10 years of marriage. And we’re to be transferred again in three weeks, something that my husband’s business requires every six months to two years.

My husband has been a dedicated cuckold for a little more than two years. It took me awhile to understand him but he’d wanted this even before we married.

At his urging, I agreed to accompany him on visits to a video-viewing booth area of a local adult book and video store for two years. Over that time, many guys either joined us in our booth or poked their dicks through drilled holes between booths. I (usually) didn’t fuck them but enjoyed jerking’em off.

Unfortunately for both of us, my husband was required to regularly take a medication causing him to become mostly impotent. So, although he hadn’t mentioned his fantasy of another guy fucking me in more than a year, I had therefore found reason to renew the issue. It finally began to make sense to me.

I began dating an 18-year-old I met in a night class. After just one semester, he went away to another school so I began dating yet another fuckbuddy.

And during that time I met three women friends who enjoyed going out to places like rave clubs and male strip-bars. I didn’t care for raves but enjoyed watching my friends jerk off male dancers. Heck, I did it myself.

I occasionally returned home as late as 3 a.m. Sometimes my husband achieved an erection upon my retelling of these stories.

He won’t openly admit that he enjoys my experiences but it’s clear he does and loves being my cuckyboy. Truth be told, much of what I do is also for his pleasure.

So the third weekend before we were to be transferred yet again, two of those friends arranged a special “going-away night out” for me.

Janet at age 32 is the oldest of our little group and the only one who smokes. At 5’6” she was about 15 pounds overweight when we first met. She then began losing weight until she was now likely a few pounds underweight. Somehow this thinness, along with her no-nonsense demeanor and uncommonly self-confident deportment, her dark hair and blue eyes added a mysterious façade that attracted substantive attention from men everywhere we went.

Janet had something of a wild childhood. She told us that, following an even wilder middle school past, she fell into a particularly mischievous crowd in high school. By then, she was smoking dope and attending illegal street races. Often she served at the racers’ flag-girl. She graduated with decent grades. I can’t understand how.

But earlier in middle school, she was instrumental in forming a sex club that grew to 14 kids. They gathered at different homes every couple of weeks. After almost a year of this behavior, a neighboring couple complained of stereo noise at one of their member’s home. The cops arrived to discover a dozen naked and partially naked kids engaged in sex acts.

The school board transferred each kid to different schools and forbade any to socialize with another for the next two years. Their official edict wasn’t entirely successful but it broke up their frequent parties. And, of course, things remained a bit tense between the parents and their kids for a year or more.

Janet never ratted on her two-year older brother who was the club’s only older member. He hadn’t attended that evening. Although each saw the other having sex with others, she didn’t ever enjoy intercourse with her brother.

Marta, the most outgoing of our bunch, had another commitment that prevented her from attending that night. So that left just Evelyn and Janet to plan this special evening in my honor.

Evelyn, at age 24, unlike the divorced Janet, is married. She and her husband are swingers and nudists. Evelyn had invited Janet, my husband and me to join them at swap parties. But my husband explained he couldn’t get it up sufficiently for a party like that and begged off. Janet was satisfied with a string of boyfriends and also declined.

Evelyn is a svelte redhead with freckles and often is mistaken for a very young girl. Part of this age-identity confusion lies with her tendency to wear low-rider jeans and tight pullovers you’d expect on a adolescent student, far different from Janet and me who dress conservatively. I do that because I want to appear at least my age but sometimes it doesn’t work.

Janet’s two-year-older brother long had been eternally thankful he hadn’t attended that night those middle school fuckers was busted. Although Janet and I never went to the nudist camp with Evelyn and her husband, Janet told her brother about their offer and he frequently attended at the couple’s guest.

Most naturist parks bar single men but allow single women as members. The clubs prefer families to singles. Janet and I assumed her brother was probably one of their swinging partners as well but neither of us had asked.

A few months ago at the male strip club, Evelyn – as each of us often had done - was stroking a dancer’s long, lathered-up dick. Janet noticed a man nervously talking with the bartender and pointing toward us.

When Evelyn went to the bar a few minutes later for another drink, the bartender told her that the man had been concerned while observing her jerking off the dancer and he had assumed she was underage. The barkeep explained to him that he’d heard that complaint before and he personally knew Evelyn as an adult regular.

And minutes later that 42-year-old guy walked over to our table and asked Janet for a date. We guessed he was fascinated with this apparent “kid.”

Evelyn told him she and her husband were swingers and asked whether he was interested in threesomes. He enthusiastically agreed. Evelyn took his name and phone number. He has since swung with them several times.

Jan’s initial meeting with the man caused several pseudo-psychological analyses between the four of us. We guessed that his attraction to the young-looking Evelyn implied a pedophile personality.

Yet that night in the bar, he had been the only customer to protest when he thought she was too young to be there. We concluded that he probably denied his sexual preference and had displayed at that time an excessive fear of a 14-year-old holding an adult’s dick.

BACK TO THE PRESENT:

So now, Evelyn and Janet showed up at our door to pick me up for this unexplained “special” night out. My husband was intrigued and asked if he could go.

Janet said, “Absolutely not, Cuckyboy. We’ll give her something to tell you later.” She said this while drawing a line down his cock beneath his slacks.

Janet blindfolded me and drove us to Evelyn’s home. I asked if I looked like the Green Hornet, an old masked comic book character she displays on a poster above her bed back at her apartment. Janet replied, “More like the Green Horny.”

We arrived five minutes later and they hadn’t allowed me to remove the blindfold.

From their whispering, I recognized that it was Evelyn’s husband and the guy she had met at the strip club who greeted us at the door. I suspected now what they had planned. Evelyn’s husband had made no secret that he wanted to fuck Janet and me. I didn’t then realize that a third man was in the room.

I was about to remove my blindfold but Janet grasped my hands and said, “Oh no, not for awhile yet.” So I laughed and said, “Okay, I’ll play along.”

Amid giggles, I heard zippers and clothing falling away. Then someone gripped my wrists, raising my arms high as others undressed me.

The bar guy’s voice said, “Okay, now all women are to be blindfolded.” And moments later, it was done. Someone had turned on a stereo with soft music.

Evelyn’s husband announced, “We’re going to dance first. Throughout the night, each of the women will try and determine who the man they’re with might be. We’ll give points for correct the guesses and the winner receives a prize at the end of the evening.”

The third man added, “And since this party is in (my) honor, we wish her luck.” Everyone laughed, including me. Why was that funny? I don’t know. I guess you had to be there.

I said, “How can I guess if I don’t know who all of you are?”

They each introduced themselves. The third man said in his Philly accent, “And I’m Tony.” He’s Janet’s brother, so I assumed I was right guessing that he was among Evelyn’s threesomes. A fuckbuddy.

The problem with this game was that it was too easy. Evelyn’s husband is a big guy with thick hair. The older man we had met at the bar has a high forehead and thinning hair and was about 5’9”, three inches shorter than Ev’s hubby, and is much leaner. Jan’s bro has light reddish-blond hair that feels, well, fluffy. He’s slender also but about my height, 5’11”, with long limbs.

Ev’s husband was the first to dance with me. Our naked bodies pressed together through the last half of a song that had begun before the dancing began. His semi-erect penis curled to the side against my hip. Evelyn was dancing with the guy from the bar and Jan found herself pressed naked against her brother.

Partners changed as the song ended. Jan’s brother danced with me. I didn’t need to remove my broad blindfold to realize that he sported a horse-sized woody.

His cock had swollen while dancing with his sis and stood straight out. He rotated his hips until his rigid penis pressed all the way through the part between my legs. The upper part of his long shaft thrust aloft, tightly against my groin. His cock’s large head protruded so far out the back of my legs that I felt his broad dickhead pulsating against my buttocks.

His hips rotated against mine, causing the upper portion of his cock to hotly massage my clitoris. Soon I gasped for breath as he kissed me full on the lips. My hands gripped his buttocks. My hips rolled against his, masturbating my clit on his dick until I was about to explode.

But the song ended and I then was dancing with Evelyn’s husband. His stiff prick curled up toward his belly and throbbed against my stomach. With slow fucking motions he pressed his dick up and down in the narrow space between our tummies.

All women were moaning. One man groaned. Evelyn voice tremored as she said, “I can’t wait any longer! Somebody fuck me!”

“That’s the next part of the game,” her husband said. “Keep your blindfolds on.” They led us three women to the living room’s liquor bar and urged us forward, bracing our hands against its edge, our legs spread invitingly.

He went on, “This won’t be as easy to guess. A penis will enter your pussies from behind. If any woman attempts to feel the body behind her while being fucked, she will be disqualified.” None of us had group sex together before and I was certain someone would object. But I didn’t intend to protest.

Janet’s brother removed our blindfolds. Ev’s husband said behind us, “Although the blindfolds are off, you’re not allowed to turn around. Only one woman will be fucked at a time. The other two women will try to help that woman cum. Each man will attempt not to ejaculate before all women are fucked. We don’t need a guy with a used-up softie.”

Someone turned off the overhead lighting and dimmed the room’s only table lamp. The lamp’s bulb was red, casting a rosy glow about the room.

Each woman now was in a high state of excitation with no resistance left to protest anything. Our bodies shivered as each of us glanced to the other. Tears streaked Evelyn’s cheeks. Janet’s lips quivered. My teeth chattered and my cunt steamed with lust.

Jan’s brother leaned across the bar and smiled at me, saying, “Because the party is in your honor, you’re first.”

My voice squeaked a weak “Okayyy…” A dickhead parted the mouth of my eager pussy. My hips rotated wantonly as it slithered into my lubricated depth. I was ooo-ing and begging him to fuck me hard. Whoever the guy was behind me trembled as much. His hot breath steamed onto my bare back.

Janet’s hands stroked my breasts as she leaned to the side, watching the cock pound into me. Evelyn’s fingers crept to my clitoris and twirled in unison with the man’s fucking. Janet leaned to nurse a nipple.

I forgot about trying to guess who my fuckbuddy might be. Evelyn’s slippery fingers were about to bring me to orgasm.

He withdrew against my protest but another cock replaced his. This guy gripped my hips as he rammed into me. I realized it was Jan’s bro. He had the longest dick I’d known. If his prick had a normal width rather than it’s slender length, he’d have split me apart. That big cockhead though caused me to squeal in surprise as it rammed through my tender vagina.

I pleaded, “Please don’t take this one out,” but he withdrew, replaced by the third. I couldn’t tell whether this was Bar Guy or Evelyn’s spouse. All were good.

Now my orgasm roared over me like a freight train. I bawled and exploded, as I screeched, “It’s so fuckin’ fine! I’m a’wash in dicks!”

I released my grip on the bar and hugged Janet and Evelyn against me. Evelyn’s hand cupped my mound and Janet madly nursed my breast as my climax crested and ebbed.

Evelyn was next to sample their cocks. With Janet’s help, I assisted Evelyn as well as they had served me.

Then, at Janet’s turn, she gritted her chattering teeth while bracing her fists against the bar. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling. As if it had just occurred to her, she said, “I assume only two of you guys will be doing me. I mean, one of you is … my brother!”

No one answered. The silence, it seemed, was telling. I gulped and looked down at her brother’s anxiously long cock.

Evelyn and I stroked her shuddering body through the first two men who mercilessly pounded into her helpless cunt.

But Janet hadn’t climaxed and bawled, “Doesn’t seem fair! I’m so fucking hot!” The bar guy said, “You’re right. But it’s not over, Baby.” He tugged her brother’s arm and led him to his sister’s buttocks until his cockhead bobbed against her shuddering anus.

Evelyn and I were stunned. Unwanted incest seemed so over the top. I was speechless, frozen in place. But Evelyn raised her eyes questioningly at the guys, giving no hint to Janet as to her next invader would be.

Bar Guy turned off the lights, plunging the room into total darkness.

Janet squealed, “Ohhh my gosh!” as the hot dick entered her pussy, then withdrew completely. Evelyn’s husband gripped Jan’s shoulders, turning her around to face her fucker.

But in this darkness she couldn’t determine the identity of that man she now faced. He urged her back to the carpeted floor. She said, “Oh, honey, I am so hot! Do me.” We didn’t know whether she suspected it was her brother.

As our eyes adjusted to the dimness we could make out only two naked forms, intertwined and writhing before us.

The invader parted her thighs and kneeled between her legs. His dickhead divided her churning cunt. She returned each thrust, rocking rhythmically.

The man raised his head, his body stiffened. He groaned, about to cum. Jan moaned feebly and pleaded, “Cum with me. Fuck me. Fill me up with your hot juice!”

His body stiffened. Janet screamed, “I’m a’cummin! Oh my gosh!” A Philly-like accent groaned, “So am I. I’m cumming in your hot cunt!”

And then, all of us, including the powerless Janet, immediately recognized that voice! Her brother’s voice.

Oh Honey, that moment was so fucking hot! We women and the other two men were masturbating whoever was nearest, each hoping we’d cum again.

I didn’t then know, and don’t know now, whether the hand on my hot cunt was that of a woman or man. I’m really not bi, but I didn’t care. I was coming again.

Janet’s body rippled in multiple orgasms. Then someone turned on the lights.

It wasn’t her brother who had fucked her. It was Bar Guy.

Her brother had leaned against Bar Guy’s face at their moment of orgasm and said those words I’ll never forget, “So am I. I’m cumming in your hot cunt!”

He kneeled beside his sis and pecked her on the cheek as if apologizing for that moment’s unforgivable shock.

Jan wasn’t buying it. Her eyes squinted furiously and she punched him hard on his shoulder. He reeled back, laughing at his successful ruse.

The rest of us were rolling on the floor in laughter. Janet smirked at her bro. Never say Jan can’t take a joke.

Evelyn and her husband drove me home that night. To my wonderment, Janet drove her brother home. To her condo! Not his apartment. Hmmm.

Everyone had forgotten about that “prize” to be awarded for the most correct guesses. I’m not sure who won anyway.

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True Story TWO

2008-02-01T18:38:17Z

My First Fuckbuddy

And the strange story that followed . . .

My husband became mostly impotent three years ago after he began taking a medication. I’m now 29. I was just 19 when we married and he was 36.

Even before we married, he often related a fantasy of me having sex with another man, a desire I then didn’t understand. But by then, 8 years later and taking into account our marital circumstances, I began to consider the possibility. I’d often dream about being naked with faceless men, each with a generous-sized penis.

I began taking night classes at a local college and met a young classmate 9 years younger and who sat just behind me. I was then 27. I’m particularly tall and Jeff was a couple inches shorter than me He’s slender and long-limbed, with brown eyes and light brown hair.

He walked me to the parking lot after the first night’s class and talked about whatever came to mind. He asked if I’d be interested in going for coffee at a pub a couple of blocks away and I agreed. I lost track of time until noticing more than two hours had passed.

We kept up this routine at the pub over the following two weeks. By the third week, I was altogether aware that Jeff was attracted to me by his persistent touching of my hand. As we were about to leave, he stood. I glanced to his groin. I stared wide-eyed at his hefty erection until he became aware of my interest. I smiled approvingly but neither of us commented on what had just occurred.

That night upon arriving at home, I asked my husband that night if he was truly serious about me wanting me to have sex with another man.

He said, “Oh, yeah! Did anything happen tonight?” I told him all about Jeff. He enthusiastically approved of encouraging this guy to do me. He added that I “deserved” some dick since he wasn’t able to perform.

I nodded agreeably and said I’d “think about it.” But I’d realized immediately after saying that, I had already made up my mind. I wanted this guy to fuck my brains out. I’m not sure why I didn’t admit it.

After the following week’s class, Jeff suggested that I leave my car in the school’s parking lot and ride with him in his van. I rode alongside as he drove into the pub’s dark parking area. Instead of opening the door to get out, he turned to me. I returned his gaze. He reached for my hand. I stroked his arm and he leaned to kiss me.

I stroked his throbbing hard-on. He led me by a hand to the back of his van and closed the drapes of its windows. He urged my back to the carpeted floor. I unzipped his fly, pulling out his cock. It bounced against my face and I gasped at his 7 and a half-inch length, nearly twice the size of my husband’s. The only longer prick I’d ever seen was that of my younger brother when I lived at home. Soon our clothes piled between the bucket seats and our naked bodies intertwined. Our groins humped against the other’s. I pleaded, “Oh yeah, do me. Do me now. I’m so hot! I need your hot cock inside me.”

He kneeled between my quivering thighs. I wrapped my bare legs around his waist and looked down at the narrow space between our bodies as his walnut-shaped dickhead entered my eager cavity. Only four boys or men had ever been inside me and those were now in the distant past.

I moaned as my body shuddered. He slammed deep into my wet cunt and a billion stars lit up the van. My heels thumped against his ramming buttocks.

He turned me to my knees. My head swiveled around as he entered my vagina from the rear. My hair swirled wildly in the warm air.

He groaned and his body stiffened. His hot lava rocketed through his cock and spurted inside my vaginal walls. I squealed in multiple orgasms.

Somewhere during the first few times he was thrilling me with his sizzling dick, he began calling me “Mom.” I immediately recognized his apparent incestuous fantasy and told him “Oh, yeah, I wanna feel my little boy’s big cock in Momma’s pussy.” His excitation soared to new heights. We writhed in ecstasy.

Our couplings increased to two or three nights each week. I often staggered home as late as 3 a.m. Neither of us could get enough. I told my husband each night of our escapades in detail and those were the only times he was able to get an erection.

Because I was often sore from Jeff’s dick, I’d suck my husband’s cock and deny him entry into my pussy. He never complained. Once my husband made a surprising confession, “I’d even suck his dick if you wanted me to.” He never repeated that though, insisting he wasn’t bi.

Near semester’s end, Jeff received acceptance from an out-of-state school. He had previously suspected a rejection slip from that university, so this was of great importance to him.

The night of our last class, his car wouldn’t start and I drove him home. He invited me in to meet his mother, a successful corporate manager who had divorced her husband five years before. He had a two-year-older sister who was away at a chef’s school.

I was surprised to hear him introduce me as “the friend” he had talked about so much. I hadn’t thought he would mention me at all since I was married.

His mother is a knockout, a long-legged blond with curves in all the right places. Her breasts are lovely, larger than mine. She grinned knowingly, implying she suspected our relationship was also physical and not just friends.

Just a couple of days after Jeff left for his new school, his mother phoned to tell me she had come across a red sweater I’d left at their home. I’d forgotten it. Later, I would realize that I stupidly had left it lying on the floor of his room a month before.

She invited me over to their home for a drink. We agreed the following evening would be good for each of us.

When I arrived, his mother greeted me with a handshake but held my hand longer than necessary. I didn’t pull away. She was dressed in thin white slacks and a translucent white blouse, both of which clearly conveyed that she wore nothing beneath.

She invited me to sit by patting the back of the couch alongside her. After a few minutes of chit-chat, she said, “I’m not sure how to put this without making you feel uncomfortable. Believe me, whatever happened is okay with me. I’m just asking for personal reasons.”

I told her, “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re going to ask.”

Upon her questioning, I admitted that Jeff had been fucking me for some time.

She responded, “I thought so. I wanted to thank you.”

I had now relaxed and asked her to explain. She said, “Jeff offhandedly mentioned to me that he often called you ‘Mom.’ I guessed correctly how that came about and thought you might want to know his motivation.”

Her story spilled out. His mother had come to realize that her son had a strong desire for an incestuous relationship with her. And because of one recent incident, she assumed he wanted sex with his older sister as well.

She explained, “Jeff has his own bath down the upstairs hall from his room.”

I already knew that because we had fucked in his room twice when no one else was home. I didn’t tell her that.

His mom went on, “But Jeff often came down to the master bath next to my bedroom. He would walk in when I was naked on his way to my shower. I’m sure he waited outside in the hall until he was sure I was nude and then walked in at that time.

“After his shower, he would walk back to my room with nothing on except occasionally a towel around his neck. Typically, he sported a hard-on. Made no effort to hide it. He seemed proud of it.

I asked how she reacted and she told me she pretended to ignore his nakedness and stiff cock.

Because she was also nude, she was tense the first couple of times this happened. But eventually she became accustomed to it and just had conversations with her son. The tension was still there but it was easier to control. His stiff prick never seemed to soften.

She said, “You understand what I’m saying?”

“Sure,” I said. “He wanted to fuck you.”

She said, “Thanks. I like people who are direct. He did the same with his sister and she told me that she occasionally was tempted to jerk him off. I understood. So did I. But I was concerned about the potential long-term effect on all of us if either his sister or I allowed our natural desire to play with Jeff’s big dick. It would be even worse if we lost our heads and fucked him. I explained that to her and she understood. We decided to do nothing for awhile at least.”

“And then, you came along.

So now I understood what she was getting to. I was her son’s surrogate mom. She went on to say that he hadn’t been walking in on her or walking in on her or his sister with his hard dick since he and I had begun fucking.

Then, on at least one occasion, not long before her son and I had begun dating, he entered his sister’s room while she was sleeping. He picked up her limp hand and wrapped her fingers around his rigid cock.

His sis awoke but didn’t want to embarrass him by making a scene. She pretended to remain asleep. She told her mom that she might have betrayed this charade because her hand firmly gripped his warm cock.

He pumped his hips into her hot hand until he spurted onto her sheets. He removed her fingers and slipped quietly out of the room. She admitted her grip was unyielding at first but she ultimately released it to his prying fingers and believed he mostly likely recognized she wasn’t asleep after all.

Their mother laughed as she finished this story and added, “So I guess she was disappointed in letting it go, but she didn’t admit that to me.”

Later that night, as I was standing in the doorway and preparing to leave, she leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. I held her face and returned a lingering kiss.

Our groins rubbed against the other a moment and we disengaged, exchanging knowing smiles. She isn’t gay or bi, but the excitement of telling her story and my admitting that I was fucking her son had excited us both. Nothing else developed from that brief interlude.

After that night, his mother and I became fast friends. We were open in conversation, over the phone or face-to-face. She phones each time her son is expected home from school and arranges our get-togethers. A few times when his sister is away, these dates have been overnight at their home with Mom’s approval.

His sister has since become fully aware of the relationship and endorses it.

Because he’s away so much, they know that I date another guy for sex whenever either of us feels the need. Everyone understands that Jeff and I are just fuckbuddies. But ours is a semi-incestuous relationship as well. Well, okay, it’s really a pretend-incest relationship, not a real one.

Although I was never involved in any sort of sex with relatives, this ongoing “pretend” liaison between Jeff and me has caused in me a perverted interest in incestuous novels and movie. I buy both over the internet.

I guess the closest I ever came to committing incest was when I lived at home. I occasionally came upon my younger brother naked and on a few of those occasions he had an erection.

He once was masturbating when I walked into his room to talk about a school problem with which he’d earlier asked for help. He apologized and put his dick away. I just shrugged and said, “Forget it, I won’t tell.” The only interesting part of that to me was how big it was when super-hard. I had stared wide-eyed at his pale veined length until it disappeared into the jeans’ fly and gulped.

But I had no thoughts of incest with him and I’m sure he didn’t either.

I wasn’t the only one affected by Jeff’s fantasy. Although we don’t do this in front of Jeff’s sister, he, his mother and I have watched perhaps a dozen adult-incest videos at their home when he’s home from school and rented them from a local store. His mom and I once commented on his erection but understood and admitted those films aroused us. We had seen his other hard-ons in response to the videos but usually said nothing about it. On at least a couple of times, we just grinned or winked at the other whenever he wasn’t watching.

All of us admit these carefully selected videos are hot. But his mother and I realized her son had crossed an important threshold when he said, “It’s stimulating to imagine but it’s impractical in the long run.”

I never discuss my little perversion with anyone else except my husband.
And, with all this interest in family sex, I’m just glad my brother doesn’t live in the same state as we do. I’m kidding. I’d never fuck my little brother.

My husband in one of his weirder moments once asked whether I’d consider just jerking my bro off. I told him to “get a life” and he never brought it up again.

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True Story ONE

2008-02-01T18:37:08Z

I'm now 29. My husband, 17 years older, has had a fantasy of watching me with another man even before we were married 10 years ago. Just a month shy of two years ago, he asked if I'd accompany him to an adult video store.

At the back of the store was a long hallway with 20 video-viewing booths on each side. Business was slow that night and only a couple of customers were in the hall's booths. We were watching a video in a curtained booth and another guy peeked in at us. He looked very young, at least five years younger than my 26 years at the time. I'm 5'11" and he was about two inches shorter than me.

He asked if we minded if he watched with us. I said no and he joined us behind the booth's curtain. He stood alongside me and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his dick as he stood alongside me, my husband standing behind me and staring at us.

As the stranger jerked off, he carried on an ordinary conversation with such comments as, "So, are you two from around here?" and the like. I felt at first as if I had entered an alien land.

I hadn't had a lot of experience seeing other men's penises. My husband's is small, just a couple of inches when soft. At 18, I'd dated a guy with a six-inch dick. Although my younger brother's was larger, that man's still seemed enormous to me at that time.

I couldn't stop staring and my heart was pounding. His cockhead seemed as large as my husband's entire size when semi-erect.

My husband pulled out his penis and began stroking in unison with the guy. My heart thumped as I glanced from one to the other rigid cock.

Gasping, I leaned against a wall. Each watched me. I unbuttoned my blouse. They gazed in excitation at my naked breasts.

The guy's eyes glazed over. He reached to fondle a breast and exploded immediately. His face reddened as if embarrassed and he stuffed his sausage back in his pants. He breathed a, "Thank you," to us and slipped quietly from the booth, scurrying down the hall to the exit.

I didn't then know that I was soon to learn that penises come in many shapes, colors and sizes.

***

The following week, my husband asked if I wanted that night to visit the store again that Saturday. I chewed my lower lip, hesitantly, but ultimately agreed, "Yeah, sure. Last Friday was, well, really different!"

This time we left the curtain open. A guy about 30 walked twice by our booth and made eye contact. I smiled. He asked to join us and I nodded affirmatively, unable to speak.

He closed the curtain behind him and my husband dropped a handful of coins into the video machine. The guy stood alongside me and I let my hand brush the bulge in his jeans. He groaned. I unzipped the fly and pulled out his dick, asking if he wanted me to jerk him off. He said, "Please."

I stroked his hot and firm length. Although his face was porcelain pale, his shaft was dark with large purplish veins. It curved up to his belly. Curling my fist around this stiff rod, I gasped as an electric shock ran through my body.

His body shuddered. He groaned and I pointed his dickhead away from me as his love juice ejected onto a wall.

He zipped up, nodded a "thank you" and walked out of the booth and back toward the door leading to the bookracks.

Two weeks passed and my husband hadn't suggested we return. So I asked if he wanted to try finding another prospect at the video booths. He said, "Sure. I was concerned you wouldn't go back."

***

AFTER SEVERAL VISITS: I was wearing tropical cotton slacks and a tube top when we greeted the storeowner's son and made our way back to the viewing booths. By now, he had figured out what we were up to each time we were here and winked at me.

A first-year college student spotted us as we were trying to find a newer video we hadn't yet seen. He poked his head from his curtain and said, "I found a good one if you want to watch with me." My husband and I smiled at the other and walked in alongside the guy.

He talked as the movie was winding down and told us he'd start it over. He told us he was 19 and single. We hadn't any lengthy conversation with the men we had met under these circumstances. Each encounter typically had been no more than a jerk off party. I'd masturbated myself in sort of a circle along with my husband and one or two other guys and once with another married couple who had invited us to join them.

But this guy acted older than his years and we immediately liked him. My husband, who's 17 years older than me, for reasons I couldn't fathom, introduced me as his "daughter." This was somewhat believable. Even then at 27, I was often asked to present my ID whenever we walk into any place where alcohol is served.

Somehow, this excited the young guy more than most we had met here. But he seemed somewhat hesitant to begin a mutual masturbation party. So I rubbed my open hand against his erection beneath his tan jeans and asked, "Would you like me to masturbate you while we watch?"

He said, "Oh yeah!"

My husband stood on the booth's low stool to get a better view of us.

I removed my tube top as he unzipped his jeans. I pulled on his rod as my husband watched and jerked off. He bucked against my hand. I turned to my husband and sucked his trembling length.

The guy's voice quavered as he said, "Wow! You and your dad are really close."
.
It was all I could do from bursting out in laughter. I said, "Sort of an unusual family, I guess. Daddy's been fucking me since Mom left."

The three of us simultaneously left the store after both had ejaculated and the guy sat with us in the darkened back of our van in the store's parking lot. After petting, we removed our clothes and he fucked me as my husband watched. He would be only one of four guys whose dicks I allowed inside me during the two years we visited this meeting place.

Before leaving for his car, he asked me for a date. I turned to my "father" and asked if it was "...okay, Daddy?" My husband said, "Sure, honey. Seems like a nice boy."

We had two enjoyable dates. But on the third time out, we were dancing naked in his apartment near his school when his girlfriend used her key to walk in on us.

I pulled on my jumpsuit and zipped up as she was screaming at him. I grabbed my purse and waved goodbye, scurrying out the door. In this heated situation, I hadn't realized that I'd left my bra but I didn't return to get it.

He never called again, but we saw their pictures in the local newspaper's wedding announcements six months later so I guess they worked everything out. He had never told me he had a girlfriend. He hadn’t even mention that anyone had a key to his apartment.

After that story he had told Jeff about being my "father," my husband often introduced me as his daughter whenever we met a man there. Sometimes, just for fun, he made this claim to waiters at restaurants.

We began selecting incest videos more often than most other genres while here.

***

Occasionally, maybe five times total, not just one but two guys had walked into the viewing booth area together. On those occasions I was jerking off both simultaneously but had to leave my husband to take care of himself.

One of the more memorable was the time that two guys nervously walked into our booth and told us they were fellow students who then lived in the same dorm. They couldn't have been more different. The guy named Bill was tall, long-limbed and lean, with short blond hair. His dick was about average size and felt good in my hand. His brown-haired friend was about 5'7", with a cock that seemed nine or ten inches long, another record for me.

We stood in a line watching a hot incest video about a mom and son, a guy on each side of me as I stroked their hot pricks. The shorter guy unbuttoned my blouse and nursed a breast. I gasped, awash in dicks as the other lifted my skirt and inserted his cock between my bare legs from the back.

The taller of the two reached behind me and his hand encircled my husband's stiff rod to jerk him off while I was doing those two.

***

Except for that brief interlude with Jeff who had fucked me in our van, we made a trip to the book and video store regularly over more than a year and half, about once every two weeks, until the place closed down two months ago.

A few weeks before it was to close, the owner's son was behind the counter and had by then come to know us and what we were up to. We chatted often with him and he told us that he and his father were selling the property because of that area's vastly inflated commercial property. The asking price would have assured them they'd never need to work again but each had other plans for new businesses. This was our community's last adult book store with private video booths.

As a going-away gift, he presented us a half-dozen swingers magazines from his backroom inventory and suggested we could use them to continue our adventures. He, his sister, and parents were swingers and were swinging with several local couples and singles who advertised in the mags.

He stapled his personal card with phone number atop one of the mags and told us we would be his guests at a swingers party or a local annual swingers ball if we wished.

He told us that Jeff had stopped in a few times since he'd married and they talked about the "father and daughter" Jeff had met there. The store manager knew better but didn't rat on us; instead, he had elaborated on the story by adding that I had a "brother" who looked just like Jeff. He said Jeff thought that was the most exciting story he'd heard in his life.

After the store's property sold, we phoned the young man who gave us his card and swingers magazines and attended two parties at local homes of his friends. We decided we wouldn't be into swinging for the long run. I enjoyed giving the hand jobs though.

Those video booths gave us a lot of great memories and we still talk about several guys we met there.

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Milking the prostate

2008-01-18T23:13:09Z

I would like to know if any of you have used this technique.
Also, for what purpose and how well this has worked for you in your play.

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Milking without release-Orgasm control!

2008-01-18T21:09:35Z

I'm a sub sissy male ,often raffled to female parties for humiliation,bdsm,orgasm denial and pegging.
The ladies typically milk me with ice,over a couple of hrs, to extract all semen without my achieving orgasm. The semen just drips out without my feeling any arousal .
Onced milked,I am then turned over to the ladies for pain,pegging and related bdsm activities.
Has anyone else experienced this technique?

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mmm Good times

2007-12-02T20:59:13Z

http://video.xnxx.com/video5392/Men_in_Pain

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Diabolique Ball - Philly

2007-11-13T21:46:50Z

It may hot in Jamaica mon, but you don't have to go to the
Caribbean….. things are heating up right here at Shampoo in Philly
this weekend – The 11th Annual Fantasy and Fetish Diabolique Ball…….
Fantastic Entertainment…… Sexy Showgirls…..The King…..Dominatrix
Auctions…..and more, all await you at the Hottest Spot on The East
Coast this Saturday 17 November. . This year's event, entitled "Viva
Diabolique", will feature a vast array of Vegas-style fetish fun and
entertainment, with all proceeds benefiting Philly Fight and The
Children's Crisis Treatment Center. So shine those Boots for an
Extremely Good Time - The Ball opens to the costumed public at 9PM.

Come Be Bad for a Good Cause

www.phillyfetishball.com

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ISO mature 50+ dominant woman play partner in NYC

2007-11-03T18:19:31Z

Hello,

Would like to connect with a mature NYCwoman whao would lke to bring a novice along the path.
I am a 55yo MWM particularily interested in spanking. Hope to hear from you . Thanks

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FemDom

2007-10-20T02:40:20Z

how come i never see a FemDom seeking a male slave? And how come there is not a lot of activity on this site (not just this room)? It seems like so many people would find this interesting!

blisters

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Alexandria, VA A/anyone...

2007-10-07T07:54:02Z

i thought i would drop a note to say that i am headed to Alexandria, VA
in a couple hours and will be there from October 7 to October 11. If
A/anyone would like to chat, I am up for meeting new P/people while
there. Please let me know.

Respectfully;
loki

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on cam right now

2007-09-30T23:16:40Z

ultimate_fantasy_now@hotmail.com (msn)

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Looking for a Submissive Boi Butch.

2007-09-21T15:43:42Z

I want to feel your ruggedness against my softness... I want to control your strong arms.... I want you submit to my sexual demands.
Not looking for a fling I want something long-term so we can build love and trust in our play.

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Girls or Boys?

2007-09-12T18:50:15Z

Although I am bisexual I find that I much prefer having influence over women than men and simply haven't enjoyed engaging in power exchange with men the way I do with my girls. They are delightful creatures that are simply far more fun for me to work with and incredibly rewarding.

I would love to know what experience and preferences other women have. Perhaps we can share tips and suggestions for the different needs/desires/requirements of either gender?

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I am looking for a female submissive in San Francisco

2007-08-23T07:06:40Z

Age, Race, Color unimportant.

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two doms and one sub

2007-07-28T04:27:39Z

at a party tonight, if you are in the sf area and want to join than contact me.

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I'm looking for a really great massage...

2007-07-24T08:32:21Z

After 2 very long years of having kink extremely UNfriendly roommates, I am finally living alone. Which means I can finally have some fun. Its been a fantasy of mine for quite a while now to have someone come over and give me a full body massage, including all the 'naughty bits'. They of course would be naked too, and there will probably be some fooling around. But the thing I'm really looking for is a night with someone whose only real interest for the night is serving me.

If anyone is interested, please send me a message. I live in San Francisco and am hoping to do this sometime soon. I identify as an equal opportunity lover and that applies here as well. All genders are welcome. I would like someone under 35 though.

thank you and I hope everyone is having a great week.

xoxo
SV

PS- I'm posting this on a few different tribes. I know its annoying when people post on EVERY tribe possible. I promise I'm limiting it to just a few.

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Philly Libertine Ball

2007-07-13T02:45:52Z

Hi, Just got off the phone to Mistress Jezabell, the Philly Libertine Balls, is comin' up shortly, July 21st, www.libertineball.com, any takers??

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Am I in the right place

2007-06-23T19:02:31Z

Good morning, I joined the tribe yesterday, I am not sure I belong I assume all of you will tell me. I like to call my self an Alpha female, or a Goddess, sometimes Contessa. I do not like the term Dominatrix, several years ago I work for a while as a Dom. on the encouragement of several friends in the life, you must understand I am about 6' tall,very white skin, dark haired and blue eyed, like snow white,my Dom friends insisted I would be quite popular, and I was/am. I was uncomfortable at best, I felt sympathy for these men not rage like I was suppossed to. I feel from a biological stand point women are superior, it's just facts. I don't believe it is an excuse to lord over someone. I am a protector, nurturer and from what I am told I am fearless, for lack of better word I am very Yang. The men I enjoy want to please me becuase they are impressed with my strength and innate power. I in turn envision them as sort of knights sworn to protect me and give me comfort. The reason they want to give me pleasure is not fear but admirasion, I encourage quite worship, not over the top belittlement. I see so many sites, ads, magazines, were dominant women are portrayed as mean or bad, I am neither. Is this site right for me?

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A Sexy Summer Treat

2007-06-13T19:14:10Z

“Um, ice cream glazed with lover’s cum—
Crawl over here, I’ll feed you some.”

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Watch Me Spread My Legs for Him

2007-06-12T15:55:29Z

[A cucky vision, which is odd because I've never been married, much less made a cuckold. Yet how this fantasy excites me!]

“Watch me spread my legs for him
And guide his fat cock deep within.
Hear me call his fucking name
While your weenie boils in shame.

“My nipples throb, my hips thrust fast,
He’s this night’s first but not the last.
Come closer, count each vicious stroke
While we mock your tiny joke.

“Yet you do love me, strong as death,
For I give meaning to each breath
That sings, and cries, and yearns for me—
For I alone have set you free.”

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"Disrobe me as I speak," she said,

2007-06-12T14:14:53Z

[I wrote this for an online friend who required a poem of me. Having been raised in a strict religious home, this came naturally.]

“Disrobe me as I speak,” she said,
The white-clad pontiff by her bed.
“Or flee to cast at whim your alms
Toward children who despise your Psalms.

“Or join the virgins bent in prayer—
But no, not you; for one lone hair
Of mine to stretch along your cheek
You’d set ablaze five nuns a week!

“Admit it! Kneel. Confess to me.
Adore this temple, all five-foot-three.
It marvels more than Sphinx and sky,
Redeems the soul like light the eye.

“How long since you have heard a clock?
That constant pounding of your...heart
Is adoration pure and mine--
Drink from these breasts most holy wine.”

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"How's my dick?"

2007-06-12T14:13:05Z

“How’s my dick?”
She said to me.
O, my bones hummed
Expectantly!

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New Moderator

2007-05-28T21:19:01Z

I'm sad to see Mistress Ami go.

Before she left she made me the new moderator. I have no plans to change anything in how she set up this Tribe. Let's keep this great new Tribe going!

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Submissives

2007-05-28T20:49:27Z

A true Submissive should follow ALL commands a Dominant issued i.e. if that Sub regarded themselves as "Hetro" (how I hate labels), and the Dominant told them to carryout a sexual act on a member of their own sex, should the Sub be obliged to comply? Discuss!

In our relationship, if I told my partner to suck another guy or offer his arse to another guy, he MUST obey, if he were to refuse, then that would indicate to me that he is not a true Sub!

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Leaving Tribe

2007-05-25T02:37:34Z

After long thought i've decided to leave tribe so i'll be looking for a new moderator for this tribe. Anyone intrested leave me a PM and we'll go from there.
Thank you,
Mistress Ami

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Dominant and Voyeuristic Acts

2007-05-11T08:49:15Z

We are a couple that love 3somes and 4somes, however I get no pleasure from humiliating my partner, far from it, in my eyes he is an "Alpha Male", any males that join us are on a par with him, i.e. they are ALL subservient to me!

The following is an extract from Wikipedia.....we are wondering how many in this Tribe agree with it?

While word origin and most historic accounts define the "cuckold husband" or party as being submissive, powerless and/or in need of humiliation to receive stimulation, contemporary practice suggests the possibility of something altogether different. Rather than passively acceeding to the infidelity and desires of an errant wife, this "cuckold" is more in keeping with the male partners defined in polyamorous, open, or swinging relationships.

In this manifestation, the cuckold is a consummate voyeur... who derives great pleasure from seeing his "hot wife" or partner being pleasured and serviced by another male (or males...or a female). Although he assumes a submissive role and will often assist during the course of the sex act, the "cuckhold husband" may actually be the controlling, dominant party in the relationship. He may invite, encourage, and initiate consideration of the practice with his partner, and may be the one to make arrangements and approve how, when and with whom his wife may have the intended encounter. In street parlance, he may "pimp" his wife for the encounters he wishes.

Often, the excitement of the encounter with third parties is followed by more, very stimulating sex play between the relationship partners. The encounter becomes an aphrodisiac, helping to initiate and enhance further sex play between them, as visions of the encounter are revisited and replayed during subsequent love making sessions

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