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“When pain and pleasure become ecstasy.”

Erotic tales of dominance, submission and transcendence.

And love

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Image – Nicola de Luigi


NOTE: Although “Besos De Cuero”, “The Hunt” and “The Crystal Sea”  are serials, the posts can also be read as individual pieces.

“The Crystal Sea”

Infinite subspace.

The redemptive bliss that comes with the acceptance of powerlessness.

(Not one sub story but many)

Read The Crystal sea

“Besos de Cuero”

A serial (posts 1 – 22)

A chance meeting with two women on a French train leads Amaia, a young student, to Paris and to sexual enlightenment.  At the hands of the two dominant women she learns that pain and pleasure can lead to intense ecstasy – and transcendence.

Read  “Besos de Cuero”



 Short Stories.

Tales of confession, submission and the beauty of whipping.

Read  “Whipsongs”

  “Slave Tales: The Hunt”

A serial

In a brutal medieval world of slaves and masters, Bella is a beautiful young pleasure slave who is entirely devoted to her Mistress. One day her Mistress sets her a task and enters her for the traditional Thanasius Slave Hunt. When she is captured by the hunters she must prove herself – just to survive.

Read The Hunt

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“Besos De Cuero”

A serial.

A chance meeting with two women on a French train leads Amaia, a young student, to Paris and to sexual enlightenment.  At the hands of the two dominant women she learns that pain and pleasure can lead to intense ecstasy – and transcendence.

A Journey into BDSM, Life, Love and Liberation…

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1. On The Train
“Then her eyes descended and she was quite plainly looking at my breasts. It was summer and I was only wearing light clothes – cut-off shorts and a white sleeveless top. No bra. And she seemed to be looking right through my top.”

2. “You only get one chance”
They led me back into the empty college gym and made me perform my gymnastic routine for them naked.”

3. Realms of Bliss, Realms of Light
“I felt proud. My body was in its prime. I wanted them to see me. And to take pleasure in me.”

4. Un objet d’art
Was I now her slave begging for morsels? Or even worse an ornament to be hung for amusement? A toy to be cruelly played with and then thrown away?”

5. Bliss and Transcendence
“If you get to punish me, I want you to do it with the same intensity with which you just made love to me. Whip me like you fuck me. With passion and love and fire. I want to feel your strength. I want to feel your will overcome mine. Strike hard and win me. Make me yours.”

6. Strike dear mistress and cure her heart
“She put the blindfold on me, and we entered the dining room. Now sightless, I felt the adrenaline surge through me, every square inch of my defenseless naked body tingled with the anticipation of some unforeseen danger. Each second seemed charged with possibilities. Pain? Pleasure? A caress? Or the first lash of a merciless whipping?
I felt totally and utterly alive.”

7. The Whipping Trees
She looked so strong – her golden tan, muscular thighs and majestic naked torso gave her the appearance a beautiful Spartan athlete. Aroused, I stretched my arms above my head and pushed my pussy forward yielding it willingly to the lashes.

8. The Punishment of Silvie (I)
I was alone in a room with a beautiful girl, whom I desired like no other, and who was kneeling cuffed and bound and, apparently, at my mercy.

9. The Punishment of Silvie (II)
“You can do anything you want to me. You can test me. Push me to the limit. Do you really want to know the truth?”

10. Surrender
“The vibrating bliss penetrated further and deeper into me puncturing my reason until there were no more questions or ideas or even thoughts and all that remained was the sweet hum of delirium.”

11. For Your Pleasure (I)
I writhed captive to a desire that was constant and relentless. I craved the sensual touch of bare flesh on mine.”

12. For Your Pleasure (II)
How could the whip make such sweet music?

13. Sisters of Belos
We loved each other and desired only love and pleasure for each other – even if it meant we were not always the source of it.

14. A Gift
The wine was going to my head now and my heart raced knowing that tonight he would be mine to use, savor and explore.

15. The Temple
Madame put her hand on my thigh and flicked the whip at his back. I watched captivated as his rounded ass clenched and his straining naked body heaved the cart up the hill.

16. The Temple (II)
He knew it was coming. But he did not know when. Each second that passed would be a torment of anticipation and dread. So I waited…

17. The Temple (III)
His only sanctuary lay within my pussy and he would crave the heavenly release it offered him.

18. Silvie
Hers to use or to heal. As she willed it. So be it.

19. New Skin
What had I learned in these glorious chimerical summer weeks?

20. La Maîtresse
After a while I thought of these submissions as Madame’s little “epiphanies” and began to look forward to them.

21. The Cross
I wished only that my words might fall softly like feathers on their beautiful nakedness, caress their lovemaking and stir them to even greater ecstasy.

22. The Cross (II)
It was so inhuman it was godlike. It was a hungry gluttonous little mechanical deity that drilled a well of bliss inside me that ran so deep I craved to dive into it and bathe there forever.


Short Stories.

Tales of submission, confession, and the beauty of whipping.

Despair, Verzweiflung, 1926, by Rudolf Koppitz

Image – Rudolph Koppitz


Ready For Use – “I was just a utensil.  My Mistress’ little pepper pot.”

Whipsong My Mistress continued. “But it is her singing that gives me the most pleasure. Her song under the whip is the most beautiful whipsong I have ever heard.”

The Confessor  – “I looked at that pussy. It was far more appetizing than an expensive cigar or a fine brandy. Far healthier for the soul too. It was simply begging to confess its sins to me.”

The Zadhyr
A story of magic and lust.

“And you brought this dangerous violent creature into my house?”

“Well, as I said, they are guardians of the tribe’s fertility and they say that making love with a zadhyr is the best fuck you will ever have in your life.”

He laughed and once more his eyes twinkled. “So I thought he might interest you.”

There was such an evil look on his face that I didn’t know whether to blush or laugh.

“That say it’s almost supernatural. Ecstasy of the most agonizing kind. Your whole body tormented by waves of unbearable pleasure until your mind dissolves into a kind of transcendent euphoria. It’s as close as you can get to making love with one of the gods.”

He chuckled, “Be careful you don’t get addicted.”


“The Hunt”

A serial.

In a brutal medieval world of slaves and masters, Bella is a beautiful young pleasure slave who is entirely devoted to her Mistress. One day her Mistress sets her a task and enters her for the traditional Thanasius Slave Hunt. When she is captured by the hunters she must prove herself – just to survive.

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Image- Russ Freeman


The Hunt (I)
Another world, another time. The town of Thanasius, the Slave Seminary, the Slave Games and Mistress Theia, “She said watching me flogged was the most graceful, sensual and beautiful thing she had ever seen.

The Hunt (II)
The Slave Games, “The most popular of these contests is the “Kiss of Leather.” The trophy goes to the Master or Mistress who can bring a female slave to orgasm by the kiss of leather alone.”

The Hunt (III)
Bella needs a man,“My sex required a man’s passion. A hard brutish desire to hold me still and penetrate me and raise me and make me soar…”

The Hunt (IV)
Mistress Theia informs Bella she has been entered for the Slave Hunt, “It wasn’t just what they might do to me when they caught me. I’d get a whipping and be used for sure but they’d be able to do anything they wanted to me and I would have to submit to it.”

The Hunt (V)
The Slave Hunt begins, “In rows of ten, in a field painted in flames of yellow and orange, one hundred slaves, both male and female, penned in on all sides by whip-wielding horsemen, stood naked under a savage burning sun.

The Hunt (VI)
Bella rests and thinks of her sisters in slavery, “Risa leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You’re ours now, pretty one. We are going to prepare you for tomorrow.”
In a few seconds I had lost all authority over them. They were like two mischievous puppies whose idea of play was to bite.”

The Hunt (VII)
A meeting with the River Man, “I sank slowly to my knees. There stood his manhood, risen for me, hard for me, aflame for me. A golden cup, I took it and placed it to my lips. My hands softly caressed its long stem and I took a sip, my tongue relishing its fullness and essence.”

The Hunt (VIII)
Bella is captured by a rope artist. She is bound and hung from a tree as a gift for all to use.  “May it please the Master to be merciful with me. My name is Bella. I am a slave girl in the house of Mistress Theia. I surrender myself willingly to the Master’s grace and mercy.”

The Hunt (IX)
Bella is discovered hanging in the tree by a young couple, Alana and Tonaius, who use her for their own sadistic sex games. “She stood up quickly, looked at the firm rounded ass and slapped it. Thwack! Oh the sonorous beauty of flesh striking flesh.”

The Hunt (X)
Bella is finally rewarded for her submission, “Cock in hand, he was watching us. His was a hungry monster, engorged and drooling, it reared up at me, scenting the heat of my sex.”

The Hunt (XI)
Released by Alena and Tonaius, Bella is captured once more by a band of sadistic hunters, “They slapped and pinched me and horrible ravenous wormlike fingers entered my sex and penetrated me as if to feed there.”

The Hunt (XII)
Bella is inspected and whipped by the “Captain”, the leader of the hunters. “Running away, eh?” He grinned, “Well, well… We have special punishments for runaways, don’t we boys?”

The Hunt (XIII)
Bella is taken to the hunters’ camp for punishment. “They led me behind the tents to some wooden cages which were full of naked slave girls.”

The Hunt (XIV)
Bella is caged with a beautiful female slave to whom she feels an immediate attraction. “I’d been fingering my pussy for some time and when I opened my eyes my cage mate was staring right at me.

The Hunt (XV)
At my command she was waking now. Surfacing slowly within the pools and eddies of pleasure that I was conjuring for her.

The Hunt (XVI)
Bella’s cage mate is Melody, an innocent young slave entered for the hunt as punishment by a cruel Mistress. “If they whip you tonight, think of the beauty you are. That is why they do it. A whipping is a very beautiful thing. For both slave and Master. It brings us to life. Don’t fear it. Revel in it. The gods have made us so.”

The Hunt (XVII)
Bella meets the Tormentrix. “It’s been known for victims to become hopelessly devoted to them, willing submissives addicted to the particular kind of humiliation and excruciating ecstasy only a highly skilled Tormentrix can administer.”

The Hunt (XVIII)
“You have an ass that just screams Spank me! Spank me! Did you know that?”

The Hunt (XIX) – “The Kiss of the Cane”
“Is there anything more beautiful than a whipped slave?  Look at her.  Trapped, bound, arms up-stretched, her tender breasts exposed…”

Slave Tales: The Hunt – “Incarnate”
“Nestled within me, sucking on me, feeding off me, it swelled and grew. Its power overwhelmed me, claiming me for its own, enslaving me to an agony so beautiful, so vast I wanted to lose myself in it forever.

The Hunt (XXI) – “Sebastian Enslaved”
And perhaps sensing the power of my desire, his cock twitched, shifted, and then, very slowly, it began to rise.

The Hunt (XXII) – “The Ancient Ritual”
The erect cock was recently shaved and perfumed, its texture was hard and smooth, like a firmly flexed muscle. Glistening wet it shone darkly in the moonlight, as if it were covered in a thin coat of melted chocolate.

Slave Tales: The Hunt (XXIII) – “The Gladiator”
Gladiators always fought naked and were often celebrated not only for their prowess but also their physical beauty.

Slave Tales: The Hunt (XXIV) – “To the End of the Night”
Suddenly I knew this moment was meant to be. We were one and the the same. Lovers of danger and the dark and the wild eternal night.

Slave Tales: The Hunt (XXV) – “Birdsong”
Gods, what a body he’d been blessed with. His physique was perfectly sculpted, exactly as nature had intended.

Slave Tales: The Hunt (XXVI) – “The Rod and the Riverman”
She cried out and leaned forward suddenly, almost falling onto him. And then with her hands firmly clutching at his chest, her naked breasts gamboling in joyful abandon, she held him down fast, riding him like a wild horse bucking and kicking beneath her.

Slave tales: The Hunt (XXVII) – “Atonement”
To truly experience his love, to fully know its ecstasy and to bathe in the very essence of it, I need his hands upon me both in tenderness and in fury.

Slave Tales: The Hunt (XXVIII) – “Possessed by the Riverman”
My sun. My ruler. My lord. I was just clay. Putty in his hands. Hands that held me captive only to conspire my liberation. Hands that worked me. Whipped me. Forged me. Created me.

The Hunt (XXIX) – “The Bathers”
I have always loved watching fit young men make love to each other.
So much better than watching them make war.

To be continued.



The Crystal Sea

Subspace is infinite.

The redemptive bliss that comes with the acceptance of powerlessness.

(Not one sub story but many)


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Posts can be read individually or in order.

The Ocean  –  (A kind of Prologue)

Getting my nipples pierced, my so called “lesbian tendencies” and finding the ocean.

I look back on that time now as a kind lost Eden. I was free. No school. No responsibilities. I could do anything I wanted. It also felt like a time of rebirth. Coming out of my shell. Learning to be me. Becoming. Growing up. All that stuff.


The Gate

A young girl is walking a long path through a dense forest.

At the end of the path stands a gate.

One she passes through that gate she can never return to the life she once had.


This story is about that girl.

And the importance of fulfilling your fantasies.


Deliver Me

“Your classification is ‘O’. That stands for ‘object’ and also ‘zero’. It means you are nothing. Without will and without voice. You must remain silent at all times and keep your eyes down. On no account will you speak or make any kind of utterance. When given a direct order you nod once to show you have understood. “O” is the lowest of all the classifications here.”


A Virgin Canvas

I am a precious doll. A toy to be played with, abused even, but never damaged. I am an object of value to them. A virgin canvas. To their minds a work of art. A living sculpture. A promise of raptures still unrealized.



Subspace. It’s full of stars.



Could you pass the objectification test?


The Guests

They’ll probably want to touch you. Slap you. Whatever. They have the right to do that and if they do you must remain passive no matter what.


The New Attraction

I’m the new attraction. One of the interactive exhibits. They’ve put me in a large booth about 7 or 8 feet square. It looks like a department store window. I could be a mannequin displaying dresses except that I’m completely naked and my wrists have been cuffed to a wooden crossbar above my head. I’ve been on display for barely a minute now and already a small group of passers-by have stopped to stare.


The Keepers

I am a thing.

I am classed as “0”.

Zero. An object. An ornament.

An empty vessel.


The Keepers II

Cherice laughed and reached forward across the bed pulling my arms in front of me.

“I think she needs to be spanked, boys. Spank her for me, will you?”


The Facility

“Almost done,” the keeper says. “Won’t be long now. This one’s new. She’s a beauty, you won’t be disappointed, I promise you. The cunt is tight fitting but supple, succulent and very juicy, she’s incredibly responsive and extremely eager to please. ”


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