<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:50:19.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound by Desire</title><subtitle type='html'>For only when bound... can true pleasure be found.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-111220845762067600</id><published>2005-03-30T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T23:55:05.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phone Call</title><content type='html'>I love to hear my Master's voice. When he calls during the day, it makes my heart jump in my chest. I smile wide, knowing He has stopped, taken time from his busy day, to call me. Thinking of me. Even if it's for a short time, and we don't talk about much, it makes me smile and brightens my day. But sometimes, those calls are more than just chitchat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day He told me to call Him. An unusual request. I took my shower, and called Him, as He instructed. I was naked. He didn't waste time with pleasantries. He confirmed that I was prepared. I told Him that I was. Master told me He was pleased that I had followed instructions. He told me to get the nipple clamps. I found them, and struggled somewhat to apply them to each nipple. I had never put them on before. It was somewhat difficult, but I did my best. I could not get them on very tight. Master wasn't disappointed; but he said He would get a different kind so next time I could get them on correctly. He told me to take them off, and I did. Master then commanded me to slap my right breast. He wanted to be able to hear the sound of my hand. Once. twice. three times. It stung each time my hand struck. I found I had to do it just right to make the noise. My nipple was burning, and I could feel the wetness growing in my pussy. Master then asked me to do the same to the other breast. It was harder to get it right with the other hand. It took a few more slaps to get the right sound. At the end I could hear Master's happy soothing voice, pleased with what he heard. I was breathing hard, both of my tits on fire now. But He wasn't done with them. He commanded me to pull on them with my fingers, pulling them out. As I did the fire grew, until He said I could release them, groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master instructed me to get out the vibrator, though I already had it prepared, for He had told me earlier he wanted me to use it during this. I had never used this one on myself, so I wasn't sure how this would go. It was the Hitachi, with the big round head. Usually He uses it on me, just as an additional sensation. I wasn't sure I could orgasm just with this. Master instructed me to turn it on, but not use it yet. First He wanted to slap my pussy 5 times. I didn't hesitate, and each time the sound came to his ear perfectly, even over my groans. I could feel my cunt growing wetter and wetter. I needed release desperately, but I dare not ask. He commanded my fingers move between my legs, my fingers probing the wet folds of my moist pussy. He then told me to take my fingers to my mouth, slipping them between my lips, sucking the juices from them. Master asked how they tasted. "Sweet," was all I replied. "Get the vibrator, put it on the high setting" Master commanded. Use it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need any more encouragement. I used it ever so lightly on my clit. The vibrations it sent through me were incredible. Immediately I could feel my body almost ready to explode. My hips gyrated against it, it was almost too much. My entire body bucked against it, wanting to be fucked. I kept the pressure ever so light, teasing myself to an incredible orgasm. My groans so loud, even through the closed windows, I'm sure I could be heard. On the other end of the phone, I could hear Master encouraging me, barely understand his words. I heard Him give me permission to cum, and at that moment my body, every muscle, every nerve felt on fire, and the waves crashed through me, the orgasm overtaking my being. I rode it hard and fast. The calm lasted for only a minute though, as another orgasm followed quickly behind. My head was swimming with colors and heat, my body spasming and trembling with it's power. Master murmured his approval as I was able to speak again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, Master may not tell me in advance, what he wants....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-111220845762067600?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111220845762067600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=111220845762067600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111220845762067600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111220845762067600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/03/phone-call.html' title='The Phone Call'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-111133955321429987</id><published>2005-03-20T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T11:27:06.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night at the Theater</title><content type='html'>"You are mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whispered in my ear just as I handed the tickets to the usher. I shuddered, not from the heat of his breath on my neck, but from surprise. The tremble reached deep within my fluttering stomach. Not often does He say such things to me in public. Why had done so now? I glanced at the tickets again, and we walked down the aisle, glancing at the seats along the way. Another usher motioned us to our seats. We settled down, my Master on one side, my friend on the other. A friend who has no knowledge that my husband is also my Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we sat, I chatted with my friend for a few minutes. My husband put his hand on my leg, holding my hand. Nothing out of the ordinary. Again I felt Him lean close. He pushed the curls of my hair aside; the warmth of his breath on my neck sent shivers through me once again. As my friend and I continues discussing mundane events of the day, he whispered....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I am going to fuck you hard. Fuck you until you are trembling beneath me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widened... I felt my cheeks get warm, though I tried to stop it. My heart leapt in my chest -- in moments it was pounding. I wondered if my friend noticed any visible change in me. Our conversation continued, though my mind had definitely taken a new direction. My only outward reaction was to squeeze His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the play began, and we were absorbed in the performance. Not so absorbed that He continued, throughout, reminding me of His promise several times. At intermission, I excused myself to the Ladies Room. Once in the stall, I closed my eyes and touched myself between my legs, holding my breath, remaining as silent as possible. My probing fingers were greeted with a pleasantly warm, wet, slickness. I dared not stay in there for too long though. Sighing, I made myself presentable and emerged smiling widely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the performance, with Master's hand on my thigh, so torturously close to the wetness of my snatch, I wanted so desperately to slide it up, to have His fingers brush across my swollen clit, covered so thinly by my clothing. In the third row, the lights of the stage offered little privacy, and I could tell that He dared not. (Later he would tell me He was tempted to do that and other things, but it never remained dark enough for long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the performance was over. The drive home was quick. I grabbed a quick drink, stripped and climbed into bed, knowing what Master wanted. Though I was quite warm enough, I still shivered in anticipation. Waiting. Master entered. After a few moments preparation, he approached. In His hands were a small section of rope. Pulling my hands up in front of me, He whipped them together tightly. This was a departure from the way He would normally bind my hands. We have a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs that clip together for that. But not on this evening. The rope held my hands VERY firmly. Much tighter than the cuffs would. Immediately I felt much more restricted. Much more under control. I would not have as much freedom of movement. As earlier, my heart began beating faster. Tonight was definitely a departure from the normal. Why was He doing this? What else did He have planned? I was on edge and I squirmed under Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to think. He pushed my hands over my head, and His other hand moved down over my naked, helpless form. First his large hands caressed each breast in turn, my nipples erect under His firm grasp. Fingers took each nipple, twisting, gently at first. My back arched, lifting off the bed, soft groans filling the room as the pressure increased, exquisite pains shooting through me. As His hands worked, even though we were alone, still He whispered, just loud enough to hear over my quickened breaths -- over each groan as His hands pulled and twisted each taut nipple. This time, they became questions. My mind struggled to wrap around His words, to focus on them; then to answer as every nerve ending in my body seemed awakened and on fire. I wanted Him to touch each of them.. somehow it seemed possible He could, just by pulling on one tit. How can you think when that is happening? Somehow I managed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed pleased with my answers. His hands moved down my fluttering stomach, over my trimmed bush, finally finding my swollen clit. I groaned loudly as His fingers slid over it, sliding down, probing deeper, then back up again, circling, grinding against my engorged flesh as my hips pressed upwards wantonly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fingers worked in a variable rhythm, slowly at first, speeding up gradually. Usually He allows me to cum one time fast, then plays with me, but not this time. With my arms still tightly held over my head, squirming under his constant attentions, my groans filled the room. My pelvis arched up, silently begging his fingers to slip lower, to slip inside my now-juicy cunt. Wanting to be filled, to be fucked, to be used by my Master. Still He waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sharp stinging pain on one breast brought my back arching high off the bed, my eyes wide open. Just in time to see Master's hand about to land on my other breast, this time my eyes pressed tightly together as the sharp stinging pain coursed through me. OH FUCK YES! My nipples ached, again, each side the sting landed. My body shook hard now, wetness flowed from my pussy. Finally His fingers slid inside, a long low deep sigh, almost too low to be heard whispered forth from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are mine, my little fuckslave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fingers began fucking my cunt in earnest. Driving hard, deep within me. Hitting my g-spot with each pistoning movement of his hand. I cried out with each, begging for more. Begging Him to fuck me. Begging Him not to stop. Afraid He would take away the sheer joy that coursed within me. The electricity that consumed me, that would evaporate if He stopped what he was doing. Still, I needed to cum.. and I needed to cum badly. Each muscle seemed so tight, that they might never release. "Fuck me Master, please...." He had not given me permission to cum. My body hovered on the edge. I felt the warmth of His mouth encircle one large hard nipple, sucking it deep within his mouth. Sucking it hard. Taking me, owning that part of me, as He owns all of me. When He finally released, I realized I had been holding my breath, and my sigh was loud, filling the room as I filled my lungs again. My hands struggled in the tight bonds; groaning as His hands drove even harder, deeper into me, as He bent His head close. No whispering this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cum for me now slave, CUM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body shuddered, as if it were a rubber band stretched tight, suddenly released. Almost immediately, the orgasm ripped through me, the walls of my pussy convulsing around His fingers, muscles rippling as each muscle in my body seemed to let go, a wave of warmth washing through me, tensions suddenly released in an explosion of ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning me on my side, my pussy now well lubricated with my own juices, my bound hands now in front of me, I felt Master's cock at the entrance of my wet fuckhole, pausing only for a moment at the entrance, before diving in, a long deep stroke, filling me completely with His swollen shaft. Holding His cock inside of me, His hands on my shoulders, bracing Himself to fuck me from behind. I gripped the far side of the bed as He began pistoning in and out of me. The joy of feeling his hard shaft filling me from behind, sliding in and out of me was incredible. His hands ventured down, twisting my nipples, pinching them hard. It wasn't long before I came again.. and again. And again. I lost count. My brain was on fire. I could feel the pure pleasure in Master's cock as it pulsed inside of me, filling me, pounding against my cervix. But He needed to cum. And I wanted to taste him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rolled me back over, pausing for a moment to release my hands. His hand once again on my now well used and sensitive pussy. His swollen cock head moved to my lips, and I took it greedily into my mouth. I wanted to taste Him, please him. His cock slid in and out of my mouth as his fingers worked again below. With my hands free, I could massage His balls and His cock. I could feel them swelling, which always makes me pleased and excited. Faster and faster he was pushing His cock into my mouth, and soon His cum was shooting down my throat. I smiled up at Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to go to the theater more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-111133955321429987?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111133955321429987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=111133955321429987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111133955321429987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111133955321429987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/03/night-at-theater.html' title='A Night at the Theater'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-111118336254096433</id><published>2005-03-18T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:02:42.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishment</title><content type='html'>Bent over the bed, naked, helpless&lt;br /&gt;Longing for the feel&lt;br /&gt;of His touch&lt;br /&gt;Any touch&lt;br /&gt;any at all&lt;br /&gt;Needing his control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release so far away&lt;br /&gt;whimpering moans grow&lt;br /&gt;from soft mumurs in the dark&lt;br /&gt;louder&lt;br /&gt;louder&lt;br /&gt;as He explores my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nipples on fire within His grasp&lt;br /&gt;my mind swirls, unsure what to&lt;br /&gt;ask for&lt;br /&gt;more... yes&lt;br /&gt;more... no&lt;br /&gt;the only sure thing is that&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long I endure that huge cock&lt;br /&gt;tied deep within the depths&lt;br /&gt;my cunt begging for more&lt;br /&gt;aching as you push it&lt;br /&gt;deeper&lt;br /&gt;deeper&lt;br /&gt;Your lips meet mine&lt;br /&gt;breathing in&lt;br /&gt;All of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trembling at Your touch&lt;br /&gt;when I think I can no longer&lt;br /&gt;withstand any of it&lt;br /&gt;You bring me&lt;br /&gt;to the edge&lt;br /&gt;mind&lt;br /&gt;body&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;Master taking all the slave is&lt;br /&gt;consuming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such horrible punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-111118336254096433?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111118336254096433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=111118336254096433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111118336254096433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111118336254096433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/03/punishment.html' title='Punishment'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-111065508171300274</id><published>2005-03-12T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T11:27:17.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horny slave</title><content type='html'>I went to bed the other night and Master had already been in bed for about an hour. He lay there sleeping peacefully. I had been up playing a computer game, and I wasn't ready for sleep. I crawled under the covers and snaked my hand towards him, reaching my hand gently around his sleeping cock. He sighed and stirred awake, his bulge immediately beginning to grow in my gentle but insistent grip. I smiled and continued massaging, my hand working it's way around Master's swelling erection. Already it pulsed hot through his thin shorts. My hands caressed strongly, insistently, up and down. Finally, growing impatient, Master slipped his clothing off, and I could wrap my hand fully around His shaft, gripping the full thickness of what I had awakened. Turning towards me, Master's hands fondles my breasts, lightly at first, while my hands still worked. The stronger my handiwork became, His echoed mine. Kneading his cock strongly in my hands, His fingers squeezed my nipples tightly, my breaths coming in quick gasps. I rolled on my side, pulling His cock against my ass, grabbing His ass, pulling Him against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands reached out now, for the far side of the bed, bracing myself. Master was sliding his cock against my ass, whispering. His words, and my answers, made my head swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I NEED to be fucked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I am Your slave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, all of me is Yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, please... I need Your cock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I want You to fuck me in the ass. Please fuck me.. please...I want it NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged Him to fuck me. My ass ground against His cock with each proclamation. Master paused. In those few moments, my groans echoed through the room. Would Master deny my pleas? Would he not want me? He had instructed me to wake Him in the night and do this. Now that I had, what would happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those thoughts only took seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are such a horny bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES!" He was right. Yes, I am. My brain screamed with exultation as Master began to slide his cock into my ass. As His cock filled me, I knew what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK ME, PLEASE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want it gentle. I wanted my ass reamed, fucked, and fucked hard. I could feel Master's cock swell inside me as He slid His cock back for the next stroke, then obliged and began pistoning His hips, His cock ramming into my tight hole. Biting my lip, knuckles white, gripping the edge of the bed. I knew He would cum soon -- I could feel it. I knew this was pleasuring my Master. His Hands gripped my tits tighter and His cock filled every inch of my ass with each stroke. I met each drive, my body eager to feel His cum. Eagerly I rode His cock faster, until He gripped me hard, driving even deeper, His cum filling my depths, his groan bringing a smile to my face -- and still He drove into me, though our pace slowed, until finally He collapsed and wrapped His arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not yet cum... so with Master's cock still deep in my ass, with Master's permission, I rubbed my clit with my fingers... moaning softly... it took only a minute or two and I was cumming hard... my muscles twitching around His cock as my release came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Master, for indulging Your horny slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-111065508171300274?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111065508171300274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=111065508171300274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111065508171300274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111065508171300274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/03/horny-slave.html' title='Horny slave'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-111041125116585021</id><published>2005-03-09T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T15:45:01.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the greeting</title><content type='html'>minute by minute&lt;br /&gt;twilight crashing through&lt;br /&gt;the inky blackness of my mind&lt;br /&gt;the night finally comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaths fast and furious&lt;br /&gt;awaiting the moment&lt;br /&gt;where the circle closes&lt;br /&gt;at once binding and freeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kneeling silently, head lowered&lt;br /&gt;back arching silently, biting my lip&lt;br /&gt;holding back moans&lt;br /&gt;as fingers twist each taut nipple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knees push farther, head falls back&lt;br /&gt;arms crossed behind gripping each other tight&lt;br /&gt;from above, soft full lips meet&lt;br /&gt;moans become lost into the kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-111041125116585021?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111041125116585021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=111041125116585021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111041125116585021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111041125116585021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/03/greeting.html' title='the greeting'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-111025135108501753</id><published>2005-03-07T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:09:11.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Master's care</title><content type='html'>This past week I am reminded of one of the most wonderful traits of my Master. Last Tuesday started with pain, then a dr visit, then hours at the hospital. Days of bedrest and drugs followed, some of which didn't exactly agree with me. All through this, my loving husband and Master was there, caring for me, watching out for me. Though others, friends and family, pitched in and we are thankful for all the help we received, I know he bore the brunt of all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as I was beginning to feel better and a little frisky, we lay together and he put his hands on me, caressing me for the first time in many days. I knew he missed me and I had missed him. Missed that certain closeness. But I had treasured having him close to me through those days, even if he hadn't touched me in that way. I could always feel His strength, and it helped me get through those long days and nights of pain. I am looking forward to reconnecting to Him, to show Him how much better I am feeling... and I *am* feeling better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to take a moment and tell my Master thank you... for I would not have made it through, without His strength, and His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-111025135108501753?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111025135108501753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=111025135108501753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111025135108501753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/111025135108501753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-masters-care.html' title='In Master&apos;s care'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-110964553972134222</id><published>2005-02-28T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:52:19.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introspection</title><content type='html'>Another busy week begins, and though we had some fun this weekend, time to leave it behind and move ahead. Also, the rain seems to have broken.. and we had some sunshine today. Ah sunshine! That helped a little with the frantic mood of the day, as lifes little problems complicated what became a crazy Monday. I'm looking forward to the end of the day.. just a couple more hours. Some time to relax.. and unwind. Is the day almost finally over? I can hardly believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is filled with many deadlines and activities for me and my family, many stresses and joys. Just have to remember to take time out and enjoy the flowers along the way.. take time out for myself, and not let the stress get too much. Outside my front door, our daffodils are almost done blooming. I am already missing them! Everything is racing by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight though, I am looking forward to just a few minutes to relax, and releasing the stresses of the day, in the arms of my loving husband and Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-110964553972134222?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110964553972134222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=110964553972134222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110964553972134222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110964553972134222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/introspection.html' title='Introspection'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-110935539299842967</id><published>2005-02-25T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:16:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape</title><content type='html'>My insides tell me I need escape. Busy life pressures have been weighing down on me, and I need a little time to unwind, to let this part of me, the part of me that most people don't see, exist. For more than a couple hours each night, each morning. I'm not sure how or when that can happen, I only know that I need it. I go through the day, I am doing my best to do the best I can at everything I am doing. But this other part of me cries out for attention. Cries out for it's turn to show how good a job IT can do as well. When will that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my shower this morning, and my body simply ached. My washcloth slid over my soapy skin, every inch of me tingling. I wanted so much to stand under the warm water forever, let it pummel down over me, splashing off of my breasts, my buttocks, soothing me temporarily. But life calls. I dressed, kissed my Master goodbye. I go about the day, each task done somewhat distractedly.  Maybe that escape will be, again, just to the bedroom, tonight. I think about how Master cuddled me last night. The feeling of his throbbing cock against the crack of my ass as I drifted off to sleep. I guess I can find a little escape, even here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-110935539299842967?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110935539299842967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=110935539299842967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110935539299842967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110935539299842967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/escape.html' title='Escape'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-110912589510187935</id><published>2005-02-22T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T12:16:50.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving Control</title><content type='html'>What is it about control that is so arousing? The strength of Master's grip, the mere reminder that I am owned sends shivers through my spine. Control comes in so many forms. The sound of His voice. A mere whisper at my ear.. over the telephone... across the room. It is more the tone than the volume. With the spoken word, He also asserts His control over me. Perhaps a mere suggestion, or an overt command. My stomach churns with the impact of either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical control, the most obvious, of course plays a part, whether Master uses his own body or other items. But the act of being restrained, thus letting go, allowing myself only to experience, opening up myself to a higher plane of experience, is exhilarating. I must trust this person who owns, controls, and finds pleasure with me. For only when there is trust, can that step be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many ways there are, to find that control... and make that journey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-110912589510187935?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110912589510187935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=110912589510187935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110912589510187935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110912589510187935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/craving-control.html' title='Craving Control'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-110901333319335296</id><published>2005-02-21T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T11:18:19.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I unusual?</title><content type='html'>When I have sex, just one orgasm is never enough. No matter the time of day, or if I'm just playing with myself, one is never enough. That first orgasm is just a warmup. It's telling the rest of my body -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes.. I want MORE!&lt;/span&gt; It fills me with desire. Desire to please, desire to be fucked, desire to fulfill everything that I am as a slave, a submissive, a toy for pleasure. I want the next orgasm soon. The longer I have to wait, the more intense it is. It builds within me, my insides turning over, my muscles clenching, needing to be released. My brain loses focus as it comes nearer, nearer. I feel every touch, every surface of Master's skin. Feel His hands on my body. Feel His cock. Fucking me hard. Hear His commanding voice. And when he allows me to release, this time and every other time after, there is a warm electrical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RUSH&lt;/span&gt; of pleasure that shoots through every inch of me. Driving me against HIS cock, or my hand, or whatever tool is being used. Then I want more. Oh yes, so much more. Wanting Master's cock to stay deep within me. Feeling His pleasure as He fills me. And it begins again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-110901333319335296?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110901333319335296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=110901333319335296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110901333319335296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110901333319335296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/am-i-unusual.html' title='Am I unusual?'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-110889231693747509</id><published>2005-02-20T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T01:38:36.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To sleep, perhaps to dream</title><content type='html'>It was a long week, and now it's time for some relaxation. Need to catch up on some sleep after a busy week. But as I sleep, my mind will be busy. Busy dreaming.  My thoughts will be eager to finished with sleeping -- eager for this body to find other uses. Almost I cannot fall asleep, wondering what He plans for me. My heart pounds as my mind wanders, imagining the possibilities. In just those few moments, a moistness between my legs has grown, and my stomach muscles are fluttering. A deep breath, and almost I bring my hand up, fighting the urge to touch my hardening nipples. Nestling under the covers, feeling their coolness slide across my warm naked skin, I draw them tighter. The trembling of my muscles tells me.. I don't want to sleep.. but silently Master appears, kissing me on the forehead, telling me goodnight. I know he will want me, soon. I close my eyes, dreams swirling in my head.  When he is ready... I will be ready....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-110889231693747509?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110889231693747509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=110889231693747509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110889231693747509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110889231693747509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-sleep-perhaps-to-dream.html' title='To sleep, perhaps to dream'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-110857643829324468</id><published>2005-02-16T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T08:44:54.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just fucked, part 2.</title><content type='html'>Master spoke no words as he raised himself from between my legs. He smiled down at me, hands pushed my thighs apart, not cruelly but firmly. My pussy was swollen and moist, open, throbbing, ready. Needing, wanting Master's cock. As if at this point I had a choice. Breaths came fast and short, as He paused, looking down at me. As if he was making me wait. Muscles trembled in anticipation.. In the dark I could see His hard cock, poised to enter. Not close enough to touch. I raised my hips towards him, and He leaned down, His lips pressed hard against mine, tongue delving deeping into my mouth, thoroughly exploring my mouth. As our tongues danced, He moved His hips closer to mine, and I felt the tip of His shaft press against the entrance of my wet cunt. His mouth slipped from mine and trailed down my cheek, next to my ear. As He drove his cock deep in one swift stroke, forcing a loud groan from deep within me, He whispered deeply into my ear, "you are MINE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawing slowly, then driving his cock deep into me again, so hard that my entire body shook with the force of his impalement. He began pistoning his shaft as deeply as He could into his slave, my body trembling with each stroke, galloping to an orgasm. I tilted my hips, my groans filling the room. In only minutes I was screaming out, begging for release. Master permitted it, grinning down at me. "Yes slave, CUM!" Trembling muscles spasmed around His cock, my cum lubricating it as He filled every crevice again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He did not stop. He lifted my legs up to his shoulders, so He could fuck me even more deeply. Long strokes. I gasped at the renewed fullness. My mind was lost; all that existed was Master, His control, His cock inside me. I was on the edge again. My brain burned, needed to cum. His hips thrust forward, pummeling my cervix with his hard cock. My body met every loving stroke, a voiced called out. Barely I recognized it as my own. My stomach fluttered for just a moment before a tidal wave overtook me, from head to toe. Master's arms engulfed me as he continued fucking me, and my orgasm rocked through me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"YES Master, Yes.. yes.. yes...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My voice trailed off as it subsided. "Good slave," He whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one hand he reached down, lifting one leg and flipping me onto my stomach, not letting His cock slip from my sopping wet cunt. As soon as I was turned, he plunged His cock deep in again, His hands locked on my shoulders, pulling hard, immersing His cock each time in the burning heat of my fuckhole to it's limit before pulling almost out again and repeating. "Yes.. yes.. YES! Fuck me Master, FUCK ME!" I was a cock whore, I needed this. Yes, I needed this so badly. Hands gripping, pushing back so that each thrust was met. I could hear Master growl with each one, hear His pleasure. Feel His cock swelling within me. It drove me wild. I twisted my hips around his shaft with each assault, my muscles quivering. "Need... to... cum... " Barely audible. But I managed to get the words out, begging permission before my body exploded from within. Master's hands reached underneath my body, pulling and twisting a nipple, while at the same time giving permission. The spark of the sharp pain, shooting from my nipple throughout my body, propelled me forward, cumming HARD. My cry echoed loud and I lost the rhythm I trembled, reduced to a rag doll as I was overtaken by it's strength. As Master continued to fuck me, unbidden my cunt spasmed around his cock again. "Yes Master, FUCK ME!" I came again.. hard and long. His hand massaged my breast while His mouth rested beside my ear. "Good little slave. Very good.... slave is quite well fucked now, isn't she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master flipped me over, His cock finally slipping from my pussy. So empty. I smiled and nodded. Yes, well fucked. At least, for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-110857643829324468?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110857643829324468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=110857643829324468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110857643829324468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110857643829324468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-fucked-part-2.html' title='Just fucked, part 2.'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-110849386898965044</id><published>2005-02-15T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T10:57:48.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captive</title><content type='html'>Body restrained&lt;br /&gt;though my mind is not.&lt;br /&gt;Arms pull,&lt;br /&gt;legs test each fetter.&lt;br /&gt;In Your&lt;br /&gt;loving control.&lt;br /&gt;Shuddering&lt;br /&gt;at each touch.&lt;br /&gt;Every nerve&lt;br /&gt;on edge.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;Each caress,&lt;br /&gt;each sting,&lt;br /&gt;each pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Master chooses.&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-110849386898965044?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110849386898965044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=110849386898965044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110849386898965044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110849386898965044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/captive.html' title='Captive'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-110840564578829621</id><published>2005-02-14T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T13:22:54.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just fucked, part 1.</title><content type='html'>Last night, I crawled into bed late, after a long day. My Master followed me, and lay down beside me, snuggling under the covers next to me. His large hand enveloped one of my breasts, my nipple immediately responding to his strong grasp. As he whispered in my ear, a soft sigh escaped from my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I am going to fuck you, my slave. I know I used you last night, but I didn't get a chance to fuck you properly, so I am going to do that now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was right. My Master had used my body for his pleasure for quite some time the night before -- bringing my body to many orgasms. But he had never fucked my cunt, now twitching at the thought of his stiff cock filling me. Already my breaths were coming faster, and my heart was fluttering in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at my Master as he slid the covers off of me, revealing my almost nakedness in the cool night air. A few goosebumps rose on my skin as he moved between my legs. The contrast of the warmth of his mouth and the chill of the air made my entire body shudder as his mouth enveloped my clit, his tongue sliding along my now swollen clit. My hips pressed gently upwards, my hands gripping the bed as I groaned softly under his expert ministrations. His hands pressed my thighs wide as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling, sending shocks of electricity up through my body. My muscles trembled, so quickly He was bringing my body to the edge of release. Groaning more loudly, I pulled my legs wider, giving him greater access. Relentlessly his mouth kept working, not letting up, sucking my flesh deep into his mouth. His tongue flicking over and around my clit, paying close attention to the trembling deep within my abdomen, as I felt a huge wave building within me. Panting, every nerve on fire, He held me at the edge. My brain swirled, I knew that I must not cum until Master permitted. Muscles quivered, awaiting only His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mouth lifted, for only a moment, and my Master spoke only a few words before returning to what he was doing. "Cum for me, slave. NOW!" His mouth began sucking again, with renewed vigor. Unable to stop it, my moist cunt spasmed uncontrollably, cumming hard, screaming as he continued to suck and lick, my hips pressing up against his mouth, rising up off the bed, hands grasping at the covers, knuckles white as wave after wave of orgasm gripped my soul, releasing the tensions of every muscle within me. But not all. Master's tongue flicked strongly across my clit, and my back arched sharply off the bed, a loud groan filling the room.    I need to cum! I whispered hoarsely, my body shuddering.. the orgasm coming almost uncontrollably. Yes slave, CUM! Master growled deeply. Not a moment was wasted.  Back still arching sharply, tremors rippling through every inch of me, Master continued until finally my body stilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-110840564578829621?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110840564578829621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=110840564578829621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110840564578829621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110840564578829621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-fucked-part-1.html' title='Just fucked, part 1.'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-110834497959718193</id><published>2005-02-13T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:13:24.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little about me</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd write a short introduction, so you know who is writing this :) . I'm a woman, a wife, a mom, a writer. I am also a submissive, which I only became aware of in the last few years. My husband is now also my Master. The discovery of my submissiveness was and is something I am still exploring, as it was very unexpected. I am continuing to learn about this aspect of myself. It is a journey I plan to enjoy greatly with my Master, as we grow together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-110834497959718193?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110834497959718193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=110834497959718193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110834497959718193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110834497959718193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/little-about-me.html' title='A little about me'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10798655.post-110825325154091761</id><published>2005-02-12T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:56:22.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For only when bound...</title><content type='html'>can true pleasure be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be writing here about my thoughts, experiences, some creative writing, whatever suits my fancy. Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~r~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10798655-110825325154091761?l=boundbydesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110825325154091761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10798655&amp;postID=110825325154091761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110825325154091761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10798655/posts/default/110825325154091761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundbydesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/for-only-when-bound.html' title='For only when bound...'/><author><name>Ravena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15660764721185879955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
