Leather is the Life for me #ASMSG #Poetry #LeatherLifestyle #BDSM

Mad Hatter

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I live this life because I must

I feel it’s what is just

A life of honesty and love

A life that fits me like a glove

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I’m a girl through and through

and being in service makes me who?

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Me… just me

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Mad Hatter 1

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Slave is just a label

of which I’m not sure I’m able

to accept…

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I’m more than just that by definition

I transition…

into partner

friend

relationship mend-er

An advice giver

sometimes, even a rule bender

a positive energy sender

and for those I love, a true defender

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Leather means way more than a piece of clothing or what I wear

it’s how I care,

it’s how I share,

it’s how I dare… to love.

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My life is lived with that of integrity

I’m in it for the longevity

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The camaraderie means the world to me

The family aspect has become the key

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Leather is the life for me.

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Leather is my life

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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

Marked Warning: Graphic, Sexy, and Controversial! #BDSM #ASMSG #BYNR

Happy New Year my lovelies!!!

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Tabbi knew what was going to happen. Jeff had discussed it at length with her for weeks. Both of them needed to agree to it, he said. Tonight, he would mark her again.

She had set up the play space just as he had directed her to. The black tarp was laid across the middle of the bedroom, and Tabbi knelt naked in the very center. Dark, wavy blond hair brushed against her olive skin, just barely brushing her hardening nipples. Her breasts rose and fell as she tried to calm her nerves. No matter how many times they had talked about it, that didn’t make her any less nervous.

There was a sudden chill in the air when the door opened to announce Jeff’s arrival. He was a handsome man, with dark black hair and a strong confidence that she loved. Jeff was also very tall, gorgeous, and Tabbi always lost her breath when he came into a room, even after two years of being owned by him.

Jeff’s steel blue eyes landed on her, and she froze. “Ah, my beautiful pet. Have you missed me?” His voice was soft, like a melody of words. He left this morning to attend to business, and handle some last-minute items for the marking.

“Yes Master. I’m very glad you’re home.” Her heart raced; its thundering beat in Tabbi’s ears was almost louder than her voice.

“I’m glad to be home. Now … close your eyes. I need a few minutes to get things set up, and then we will begin, Tabbi” As her owner gently spoke to her; she caressed her cheek across the hand that graced her with its touch. She felt completely safe in his presence, and after this she hoped it would only continue to bloom and grow stronger.

Those few minutes felt like an eternity while she listened to him, concentrating on every sound. It wasn’t long before she heard him speak again, a low whisper that was very close by. “You are mine, aren’t you pet?” His voice burned like a slow simmer across the shell of her ear.

“I am yours, my Master. In everything.” The words spoken passed her lips like a whispered seduction. “Always,” Tabbi finished while straightening, raising up higher on her knees; she was proud to be owned by him. She was honored to be allowed to be a part of his life, and every sensual movement of her body showed it.

Tabbi ached for his touch — her soft whimpered moans, her gasps for breath, the rise and fall of her chest begged for it. “You are mine,” he said. “Mine in everything, forever and always. That’s why we’re here tonight, isn’t it?” Jeff bent down, his naked thigh brushed her shoulder, a soft kiss caressed Tabbi’s cheek finally.

“Yes, Master. Please mark me as yours — over and over again if you desire, please my Master.” Tabbi’s mewling had become cries of longing. It wasn’t just a desire for them; it had become a need, and after so much discussing, preparing and planning, they were ready to make it a reality.

“Tonight, and forever you are mine. You understand that, don’t you? After tonight, there’s no turning back.”

When his hand crawled across her naked throat, she shivered. Jeff didn’t want any distractions, so Tabbi wasn’t wearing her collar. It had been the first of his marks; tonight would be the second. “Yes Master, forever. I understand. I’m ready to be yours forever.” She felt tears welling up in her eyes, joyous tears dedicated to and because of him.

At that moment the words between them ceased, but their eyes and their bodies continued to converse as he touched and caressed her as if just his presence could ease her nerves. Hot liquid began to stream down her chest, and through her cleavage, different trails of piss snaking their way along her heated body. He aimed the head of his cock to point the stream at the curve of her neck. He could touch every inch of her body, and he could mark all of it if he chose to. She was his property, and he wanted full access to what was his. Her chin tipped forward as his fingers brushed her hair to the side. The familiar scent of him filled her nostrils, masculinity mixed with the piss and caused yet another whimpered moan to spill from her soft lips.

Jeff broke the silence, “You are mine.” Tabbi’s eyes closed; she felt overwhelmed as the hot flow of liquid ran down her lashes, and over her soft supple lips.

She felt completely and utterly loved and cherished while his hot piss crawled like a lover’s caress down her inflamed skin. Her head snatched back with that sudden yank of a fist full of hair. “Lay down my sweet. Spread your thighs wide, and look at me. Don’t stop looking into my eyes.” There was no question in his tone — it was a command, and she would obey.

Jeff released the grip of her hair. She curled like a cat, Tabbi’s back arched just as she dipped her shoulder, and rolled to her back. She focused upon her owner. Tabbi’s legs spread painfully wide. A seductive smile curved the corners of her mouth when he stepped between her thighs.

The next stream of hot golden fluid splashed on her smooth pussy lips, the droplets cascading and trickling down her thighs. Jeff’s pee pooled and dripped as she curled her body into every gentle touch. Each movement she made solidified in her mind exactly why he owned Tabbi.

“Yours, always yours,” she sobbed as he finished. He had covered every inch of her flesh. Her hair was matted, and her eyes stung with tears, but she was his now, his forever and always.

“Mine,” he whispered into her ear. “I love you, my pet; you will always be mine.”

Tabbi wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her. Jeff whispered gently of his love for her, and she of her devotion to him. That was just the beginning for her as his pet, and she knew that more glorious things were yet to come.

 

Watering a “Slave” Flower #ASMSG #Taboo #Erotica

Owned

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You’re watching as I kneel at your feet

Your gaze always brings a certain heat

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My body comes to life at your word

With every command that I heard

I feel your steamy liquid as it seeps

Down my milky white skin it leaps

Tracing a trail of fiery need

All the way to my seed

Splashing as it keeps

Near my bosom and my seat

Because

Golden Showers

Bring Slave Flowers

Your liquid pours

and I’m forever yours

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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Be my guest … @CaraBristol joins me to talk about Spanking! #ASMSG

Good morning my Lovelies …

I have a very amazeballs treat for you. One of my favorite DD (Domestic Discipline) authors, Cara Bristol is my special guest today!

So without further ado … Welcome Cara! 

The open secret of spanking

By Cara Bristol

Will the spankos in blogland who are using their real names please raise their hands?

*Looks around*

Nobody?

That’s what I gathered.

In my research into domestic discipline and erotic spanking, I discovered that bloggers are very open and honest about their practices when they can be anonymous. But vanilla friends don’t know about their secret lifestyles, and when family and friends visit, great care is taken to hide evidence. I’ve read many blogs where the spankers lamented being unable to spank because they had house guests. And for single spankos, finding a compatible partner can be challenge. How do you approach a potential partner with the request you want to be spanked or like to spank?

The duality of the lifestyle, open and honest online, secret in the vanilla world, intrigued me. Inspired me.I thought, what if? What if I took this open secret one step farther? What if there was a place, an organization where spankos could go and be open about their lifestyle, to socialize with people who understood? I decided to create a social organization patterned after a gentleman’s club, in which all the men spanked their women.

So the Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline erotic romance series was born. It’s based in part, on real-life practices, but also incorporates a dose of fantasy, so all the men are dominant, macho men. Each book of the series is written as a stand-alone, focusing on the erotic romance and domestic discipline relationship of two characters. Books can be read out-of-order.  However, the Rod and Cane Society does/will grow and change throughout the books.

Rod and Cane begins as a secret organization. Members have to sign a confidentiality agreement, and there are penalties for violating it.

In book one, Unexpected Consequences, I introduce Rod and Cane, when a naïve bride marries a member. Her parents belong, and she knows of the organization, but she doesn’t know what it stands for. She and her new husband have discussed domestic discipline, but she assumes she would never do anything to warrant a spanking…

In book two, False Pretenses, an aspiring journalist infiltrates the organization intending to write a story. She doesn’t know that her new boyfriend is a member, nor is she aware of the penalties resulting from violating that confidentiality agreement…

In Body Politics, book three, Rod and Cane is in the process of becoming more open as a result of having been outed in the press. It’s a battle of the sexes when a feminist takes on member of the society.

More Rod and Cane Society novels are planned. In book four, which I’ll complete this year, there’s going to be a major shake-up in the organization and the live of one of the members introduced as a secondary character in a previous book.

 

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Body Politics blurb

Feminist Stephanie Gordon knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s going to be a wasted evening. Sure the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he’s arrogant, domineering and sexist. Thank goodness after the date ends, she’ll never have to see him again. A member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who discipline their women by spanking, Mark DeLuca is attracted to Stephanie like a paddle to a well-rounded ass. He sees beneath the shield of feminist militancy to the soft, sensitive woman she tries to hide. When she storms away in a snit, the chase is on. Can a man who spanks convince a diehard feminist her true strength lies in submission?

Body Politics excerpt

Stephanie flinched. She’d been enjoying having Mark stroke her butt; it had been both relaxing and arousing. She’d spread her legs, hoping he would caress her. When he’d made no move to spank her, she started to think the whole discipline thing had been a put-on.

Not.

He stung her ass. She wasn’t prepared for the sharpness—or the loud crack. He smacked her butt cheek dead center. Smack on the other one. She curled her fingers into his bedspread, commanding herself to remain silent. His arm was clamped like a vise over her lower back as he rained slaps upon her rear, the crease beneath her cheeks, the tops of her thighs. She wondered if striking her stung his hand as much as it hurt her ass. With all her heart, she hoped so.

He paused to rub her skin, easing the burn, then, holding her firmly again, he grabbed the paddle. Her ass cheeks and stomach clenched.

The first blow fell, searing skin already tender, and a whimper escaped her compressed lips. She’d thought his hand was unforgiving, but the paddle was worse. She buried her face in the nubby coverlet. With measured strokes, Mark spanked her as if timed by an invisible metronome. Crack. One, two.Crack. one, two. Crack.

“Tell me why I’m doing this.”

Because you’re a domineering asshole. She gritted her teeth to keep the words inside.

“Stephanie. I’m not talking to myself. I expect you to answer, or I’ll spank you until you do.”

He struck the crease where her ass met her thigh four times.

“No!” She twisted to avoid the spanks, but he held her fast.

“Answer my question.” Four more strikes to the other side.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Big girls don’t cry. “Because I acted rudely to Elizabeth.”

“That’s right. You were disrespectful. To her and to me.” He laid several hard blows to the middle of her cheeks. She’d seen the desire in his eyes; now she felt his disappointment. Surprisingly that bothered her. His opinion shouldn’t matter to her, but it did.

He set the paddle on the bed and massaged her skin, not slowly like he had done before, but briskly. What had soothed now rasped. But somehow comforted. “Why did you act that way?” he asked.

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What are Your Fetishes? #Poemup #ASMSG

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What are your fetishes?

Johnny on the spot wanted answers

Doe in the head light look was what he got

Until…

I’d like to be spanked

And my hair yanked

I’d like to be choked

And soaked

(Use your imagination)

I’d also like your lips to touch mine

And our hips to slowly grind

I’d love for your fingers to explore

Maybe even peek through my backdoor

I know you think of me as Little Miss Virgin

I’m sure your skills are honed like any fine surgeon

You’ll tell me or teach me just what you like

And expect to hear go fly a kite

Because I just might

say it and mean it.

There are so many things left unsaid,

Like I love to give head

I like being chained to the bed

I’d love true domination

I’d also enjoy forced penetration

I’d love to work up a sweat

I’d like to lick it off, it hasn’t turned anyone off yet

There’re so many things I could continue to list

The bottom line’s I want to be ruled with an iron fist

I want to be owned beyond a shadow of a doubt

I need it from the start, if you’re to have any clout

I’ve listed a few of my deviant deeds

I hope I’ve planted a few little seeds

I can’t wait for my pretty  garden to grow

So… after reading, are we friend or foe?