Sunday, August 28, 2011

News!!!

In a very short while the dungeon I launched Halloween last year will be celebrating its One Year Anniversary! I can't say how excited I am about that. Look out for dungeon expansion and amazing new featured Mistresses at Maison Noir!!!!

Ne Me Quitte Pas - Nina Simone

Sugarland - Stuck Like Glue

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Sally's Last Dance

It had been a good while since Salvatore had seen Mistress. A lot had happened since his last session, a whole lot. Sally looked out the window of his office and out into the the quiet main street of the small town he now resides. No honking horns or elevated executive digs for him anymore. Glancing down at the simple cotton work shirt and dockers , he sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. He missed the feel of Italian leather and the tailored suits of his former life.  Sally thought back to the arrest and the deal he made with the Attorney General that now had him working as an auto parts store manager in a small town in middle America.
Witness protection was certainly not the reality he had envisioned. He had few of the comforts of his former life and one of those that he missed dearly were his sessions with Mistress. Sitting down he, relaxed back into his uncomfortable desk chair and remembered the last one.  He entered the dungeon, breathing in the smell of leather and wax that greeted and enveloped him.  The scent of her perfume came to him then, announcing her presence and curling his lips into a familiar smile.  
“Hello Mistress” Turning towards the source of his smile, Sally took in Lady Friday. Lounging back on her leather couch and dangling her gleaming painted toes over the edge of the ottoman , Mistress summoned him. He now approached with head lowered respectfully, hands behind his back. He had always appreciated the form of a real woman. Rounded and strong, the dark tones of her skin a palette of browns and red and caramel all blended to draw his gaze and capture it.

Then the voice, “I have missed you Sally.”  Dropping to his knees and taking the collar and leash laid out on the footstool, Sally quickly attached his symbol of submission and lowered his head almost to the floor and answered. “I am sorry Mistress, it just that I have a lot going on with the trial and everything. I would have come sooner but this damn jag-off attorney of Mine keeps me busy and well with the media, I didn’t think it was a good idea.”  Grimacing Sally recalled those not well thought out words.   

“Not a good idea Sally?” Rising Mistress took the leash attached to his collar and pulled his face close to hers.A new smile curved across those sultry pump crimson lips and Sally felt his balls begin to creep slowly back up inside his cavity. Sally knew this look and knew exactly what it meant. He was in trouble.
 
“I didn’t mean that it wasn’t a good idea to see you. I just meant that..” Sally remembered the white hot flare of pain from the slap that had just silenced him.  “I do not recall asking your opinion either way,did I slave?”  Mistress reached down to her knee high leather boots and removed the dagger that lay strapped against the leather. A now cruel smile greets him as his head is jerked upright.  

“Tisk tisk Sally. Now I am going to have to punish you for your insolence. Now don’t worry because as we both know I don’t really require a reason to punish you and you don’t either do you really?” Shaking his head no, Sally spoke much more softly ,stating that Mistress did indeed have the power and the right to punish him as she saw fit. In fact Sally had been coming a number of years to submit to the delightful tortures of Mistress.
Watching with growing trepidation at the approaching glinting steel, Sally tried to inquire as respectfully as he could, as to what Mistress had in mind. Pulling his face even closer, Sally thought he could almost feel the brush of her lips against his ear.  “ I read the news Sally. I realize that we may not ever see each other ever again and I am glad that you did take the time to come and honor your commit to Me as My slave. I don’t care whether what happens in that courtroom your ass is always going to belong to Me. And you are always to behave as such.”  

With that Mistress took the dagger, slid it inside the lapel of his tine tailored suit and began to slice each button from the jacket. Helplessly Sally watched as the jacket fell open and revealing his favorite silk shirt. Catching his gaze, Mistress twirled the blade of the dagger, pressing its sharp point lightly against her lips, her eyes alight with mischief.  “That is your favorite shirt isn’t it Sally?” Mistress knew it was. He remembered how he had been punished for showing it off to her at a previous session without bringing her a present to enjoy as well. Sally had learned many lessons at the feet of his Mistress.  One of them being, don’t dig your hole any deeper than necessary.
“Yes Mistress, it is.”  
“Good, I am glad this will be effecting and not something you likely to forget.” With that Mistress sliced into his shirt. Making slice after slice into his shirt, leaving it in tatters. Taking the blade she pulled apart the edges of one of the cuts and drew the edge if the blade around his nipple. The cold sharp edge of the dagger making him shiver. His knees felt weak and he loved it. No where else in the world did he feel as weak and as helpless as he did in his Mistress’s chambers.   From the very first session he had fallen in love with the feelings his Ebony Mistress had allowed him to enjoy,helplessness, vulnerability and devotion.

Sally wasn’t a man that anyone that hoped to remain in good health to have to encounter. So his time with his Mistress was an oasis in an stressful power struggle filled life.  “Strip off those rags and put your restraints on.” said Mistress. Sally quickly went about his task. Taking and folding his now ruined cloths neatly,  lest he be chastised again. Out of the corner of his eye, Sally could see Mistress, gathering toys for the play his body had been aching for.  Seeing the whips and nipple clamps that he loved, Sally surpressed a grin. Maybe just maybe Mistress had missed play with him too. Dropping back to his knees, Sally crawled over in front of this Mistress. Leash in hand he offered himself to her. Reaching down, Mistress accepted his offering. Ordering him to spread his thighs and place his hands on the top of his head. Taking the weighted clamps from the tray she quickly attached them. Breath hissed from between his lips as the steep clamps bit into him.   
Mistress began his mantra chant, “What are you?” “I am your bitch.” answered Sally. “Why do you exist bitch?” Mistress asked and pulled on the weights stretching each nipple out from his chest. Tears gathered, and Sally blinked them back,”I exist to please Mistress. Please you and any other Domina that you so desire.” Twisting the clamps, Mistress began the ritual that put his head straight into subspace. Heat and nerves electric he swayed against the clamps. Letting her take him over. Letting Her have Her way.  

“Yes slut, you exist to please Me and please Me you shall.” Mistress struck then with her boot, sending it slamming into his unsuspecting dangling balls.  Bent over, chest heaving Sally choked back the nausea and felt her hands on his neck. Leaning into her, Sally whimpered to show his submission, Sally licked out at her boots with his tongue licking them ,hungry for her approval.   

“Like those swelling balls,Sally?” Standing before im dressed completely in leathers he had gifted Her with over the years. She had remembered, Sally realized with satisfaction. She was showing him in Her way that She did remember his service fondly at least he hoped so.  That was a question he found himself re-visiting almost immediately as Mistress attached a parachute and then electric leads and began sending pulsing waves of electricity through his ball sack.  Sweat glistened on his skin as he suffered for his Mistress. Gazing up at Her, knowing only She could give him the torment he had come to accept as necessary as the air he breathed. She began the mantra again. “What are you?”She asked.  “I am your bitch,Mistress.”  “Do you suffer for you or Me?” With that Mistress turned the intensity up on the tens unit and went back to the clamps that were by now sending shrieking waves of pain into his tender nipples. Squeezing the taunt swollen abused pas with Her nails, making Sally glad he was already on his knees.
This went on for what seemed an eternity. ”What are you slut?” She would demand. “Whose whore are you?” Finally Sally collapsed back onto his ass, dripping with sweat, gazing only with abject adoration.  
“YES MISTRESS, I AM YOUR CUNT, YOUR BITCH, YOUR WHORE!!! I LOVE TO SUFFER FOR YOU!!”  Sally felt the words explode out of him. His will gone, his body broken. Shaking Sally felt Mistress remove the parachute and gather himself. Strong hands combed through his hair, Her touch, Her voice soothing him, sheltering his vulnerable and ravaged body.  

“Come Sally,we aren’t finished yet. I have a surprise for you. I do know what you are going through and wanted you to know that I will never forget you.. And that you will never forget Me. ” Mistress turned to him and showed him what she was holding, a new tattoo gun.

“Lenny Fitzer, I have a package here for Lenny Fitzer.” A voice startled Sally from his thoughts, cursing himself for losing track of time and letting himself get caught up in the past.,Sally now Lenny came back to reality.

Accepting the package, Sally cocked a brow and asked the delivery guy how he knew his name. These days it was VERY important to know how anyone knew him.  “Well buddy, if you don’t want people to know who you are, maybe you shouldn’t have your initials LF  on your arm.”

With a wry smile, Sally signed for the package and answered. “Yeah, you are probably right.”


It had been a good while since Salvatore had seen Mistress. A lot had happened since his last session, a whole lot. Sally looked out the window of his office and out into the the quiet main street of the small town he now resides. No honking horns or elevated executive digs for him anymore. Glancing down at the simple cotton work shirt and dockers , he sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. He missed the feel of Italian leather and the tailored suits of his former life.  Sally thought back to the arrest and the deal he made with the Attorney General that now had him working as an auto parts store manager in a small town in middle America.
Witness protection was certainly not the reality he had envisioned. He had few of the comforts of his former life and one of those that he missed dearly were his sessions with Mistress. Sitting down he, relaxed back into his uncomfortable desk chair and remembered the last one.  He entered the dungeon, breathing in the smell of leather and wax that greeted and enveloped him.  The scent of her perfume came to him then, announcing her presence and curling his lips into a familiar smile.  
“Hello Mistress” Turning towards the source of his smile, Sally took in Lady Friday. Lounging back on her leather couch and dangling her gleaming painted toes over the edge of the ottoman , Mistress summoned him. He now approached with head lowered respectfully, hands behind his back. He had always appreciated the form of a real woman. Rounded and strong, the dark tones of her skin a palette of browns and red and caramel all blended to draw his gaze and capture it.

Then the voice, “I have missed you Sally.”  Dropping to his knees and taking the collar and leash laid out on the footstool, Sally quickly attached his symbol of submission and lowered his head almost to the floor and answered. “I am sorry Mistress, it just that I have a lot going on with the trial and everything. I would have come sooner but this damn jag-off attorney of Mine keeps me busy and well with the media, I didn’t think it was a good idea.”  Grimacing Sally recalled those not well thought out words.   

“Not a good idea Sally?” Rising Mistress took the leash attached to his collar and pulled his face close to hers.A new smile curved across those sultry pump crimson lips and Sally felt his balls begin to creep slowly back up inside his cavity. Sally knew this look and knew exactly what it meant. He was in trouble.
 
“I didn’t mean that it wasn’t a good idea to see you. I just meant that..” Sally remembered the white hot flare of pain from the slap that had just silenced him.  “I do not recall asking your opinion either way,did I slave?”  Mistress reached down to her knee high leather boots and removed the dagger that lay strapped against the leather. A now cruel smile greets him as his head is jerked upright.  

“Tisk tisk Sally. Now I am going to have to punish you for your insolence. Now don’t worry because as we both know I don’t really require a reason to punish you and you don’t either do you really?” Shaking his head no, Sally spoke much more softly ,stating that Mistress did indeed have the power and the right to punish him as she saw fit. In fact Sally had been coming a number of years to submit to the delightful tortures of Mistress.
Watching with growing trepidation at the approaching glinting steel, Sally tried to inquire as respectfully as he could, as to what Mistress had in mind. Pulling his face even closer, Sally thought he could almost feel the brush of her lips against his ear.  “ I read the news Sally. I realize that we may not ever see each other ever again and I am glad that you did take the time to come and honor your commit to Me as My slave. I don’t care whether what happens in that courtroom your ass is always going to belong to Me. And you are always to behave as such.”  

With that Mistress took the dagger, slid it inside the lapel of his tine tailored suit and began to slice each button from the jacket. Helplessly Sally watched as the jacket fell open and revealing his favorite silk shirt. Catching his gaze, Mistress twirled the blade of the dagger, pressing its sharp point lightly against her lips, her eyes alight with mischief.  “That is your favorite shirt isn’t it Sally?” Mistress knew it was. He remembered how he had been punished for showing it off to her at a previous session without bringing her a present to enjoy as well. Sally had learned many lessons at the feet of his Mistress.  One of them being, don’t dig your hole any deeper than necessary.
“Yes Mistress, it is.”  
“Good, I am glad this will be effecting and not something you likely to forget.” With that Mistress sliced into his shirt. Making slice after slice into his shirt, leaving it in tatters. Taking the blade she pulled apart the edges of one of the cuts and drew the edge if the blade around his nipple. The cold sharp edge of the dagger making him shiver. His knees felt weak and he loved it. No where else in the world did he feel as weak and as helpless as he did in his Mistress’s chambers.   From the very first session he had fallen in love with the feelings his Ebony Mistress had allowed him to enjoy,helplessness, vulnerability and devotion.

Sally wasn’t a man that anyone that hoped to remain in good health to have to encounter. So his time with his Mistress was an oasis in an stressful power struggle filled life.  “Strip off those rags and put your restraints on.” said Mistress. Sally quickly went about his task. Taking and folding his now ruined cloths neatly,  lest he be chastised again. Out of the corner of his eye, Sally could see Mistress, gathering toys for the play his body had been aching for.  Seeing the whips and nipple clamps that he loved, Sally surpressed a grin. Maybe just maybe Mistress had missed play with him too. Dropping back to his knees, Sally crawled over in front of this Mistress. Leash in hand he offered himself to her. Reaching down, Mistress accepted his offering. Ordering him to spread his thighs and place his hands on the top of his head. Taking the weighted clamps from the tray she quickly attached them. Breath hissed from between his lips as the steep clamps bit into him.   
Mistress began his mantra chant, “What are you?” “I am your bitch.” answered Sally. “Why do you exist bitch?” Mistress asked and pulled on the weights stretching each nipple out from his chest. Tears gathered, and Sally blinked them back,”I exist to please Mistress. Please you and any other Domina that you so desire.” Twisting the clamps, Mistress began the ritual that put his head straight into subspace. Heat and nerves electric he swayed against the clamps. Letting her take him over. Letting Her have Her way.  

“Yes slut, you exist to please Me and please Me you shall.” Mistress struck then with her boot, sending it slamming into his unsuspecting dangling balls.  Bent over, chest heaving Sally choked back the nausea and felt her hands on his neck. Leaning into her, Sally whimpered to show his submission, Sally licked out at her boots with his tongue licking them ,hungry for her approval.   

“Like those swelling balls,Sally?” Standing before im dressed completely in leathers he had gifted Her with over the years. She had remembered, Sally realized with satisfaction. She was showing him in Her way that She did remember his service fondly at least he hoped so.  That was a question he found himself re-visiting almost immediately as Mistress attached a parachute and then electric leads and began sending pulsing waves of electricity through his ball sack.  Sweat glistened on his skin as he suffered for his Mistress. Gazing up at Her, knowing only She could give him the torment he had come to accept as necessary as the air he breathed. She began the mantra again. “What are you?”She asked.  “I am your bitch,Mistress.”  “Do you suffer for you or Me?” With that Mistress turned the intensity up on the tens unit and went back to the clamps that were by now sending shrieking waves of pain into his tender nipples. Squeezing the taunt swollen abused pas with Her nails, making Sally glad he was already on his knees.
This went on for what seemed an eternity. ”What are you slut?” She would demand. “Whose whore are you?” Finally Sally collapsed back onto his ass, dripping with sweat, gazing only with abject adoration.  
“YES MISTRESS, I AM YOUR CUNT, YOUR BITCH, YOUR WHORE!!! I LOVE TO SUFFER FOR YOU!!”  Sally felt the words explode out of him. His will gone, his body broken. Shaking Sally felt Mistress remove the parachute and gather himself. Strong hands combed through his hair, Her touch, Her voice soothing him, sheltering his vulnerable and ravaged body.  

“Come Sally,we aren’t finished yet. I have a surprise for you. I do know what you are going through and wanted you to know that I will never forget you.. And that you will never forget Me. ” Mistress turned to him and showed him what she was holding, a new tattoo gun.

“Lenny Fitzer, I have a package here for Lenny Fitzer.” A voice startled Sally from his thoughts, cursing himself for losing track of time and letting himself get caught up in the past.,Sally now Lenny came back to reality.

Accepting the package, Sally cocked a brow and asked the delivery guy how he knew his name. These days it was VERY important to know how anyone knew him.  “Well buddy, if you don’t want people to know who you are, maybe you shouldn’t have your initials LF  on your arm.”

With a wry smile, Sally signed for the package and answered. “Yeah, you are probably right.”





Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Tracy Chapman - This Time (Lyrics)

At this point in my life lyrics - Tracy Chapman


I love this video and song. Aren't we all just doing the best we can?

God Speed