Rite of Spring with The Goddess

Spring cannot arrive without the longing for a primal, ritualistic scene of massive proportions, with a sacrificial lamb (consensual, of course) surrendering to the deepest, darkest desires of The Goddess.

As music is always my magic wand, creating an atmosphere to spiral you into the depths of my devious doings, here is a taste of what you would experience in my presence.

A scene from the start of such a ritual, slowing peeling back the layers of my sacrificial lamb.

Bed and Breakfast at The Manor - An Erotic Story

"Hi!  I'm Joyce."

Her name is what first caught my eye, and reading her listing on a national site for local rentals intrigued me.  I travel a great deal in my work and I appreciate a quiet setting away from the bustle and crowds, yet I want to be close to the business district downtown.  I read that the bus route was located a block away and a quick 10 minute ride to my office building.  The biggest plus was the entire house, obviously an older vintage from the photos, would be at my disposal for the hostess was often on adventures of her own as a philanthropist in the performing arts.  

"Lovers of the classical arts will find old world charm and serenity during their stay."  That was another intriguing part.  Being an aficionado of classical music, I did not find it common to find this description in a listing.  Rarely did hosts have classical music available In the locations I had stayed around the country.   I had a sly curiosity to sneak a peek at music collections, often gathering enough evidence for admiration or ridicule based on what I found.  This point will be important further along in my story.

Reserving an overnight stay was simple.  I received a reply within the hour confirming the availability of the date and a few friendly comments welcoming me.  I didn't pay them much mind.  One can travel so often, as to become somewhat jaded with making travel arrangements.  But then she also apologized for being on the premises during my stay as she did not have plans to be away on the date I reserved.  She inquired if my preference would be to have the whole house to myself, and I assured her it was not necessary.  She promised she would be practically invisible and provide my every comfort.  And that is where this story takes a bit of a turn.

The date of my stay soon arrived.  Knocking at the door of a quaint older home I was surprised to see lovely woman perhaps 10-15 years older, sweet shy smile, classy and elegant.  Her voice drew me in... "Welcome to the manor"

She showed me around and led me to my room.  I had every amenity I could ask for, even a robe and slippers for wearing to the shared restroom.  And then I was left alone to unpack and unwind.  A fine bottle of wine and glass on the side table.

The strains of piano music could be heard in the distance.  I recognized it as a  Brahms Intermezzo. A well known piece, made popular to non-classical fans in some Tom Selleck movie.   I laid back on the bed to listen and relax and fell into a deep sleep.  I woke up starving.  Leaving my room and finding my hostess downstairs, I asked for her recommendations for dining nearby.   Even invited her to join me and we had a terrific time out.  Great conversation.  She was a really interesting, vibrant companion.  A welcome respite from the typical 'find the closest place and eat alone' scenario in my travels.  She suggested I would enjoy dessert back at the house, claiming she had just the thing for my sweet tooth, and I could enjoy that bottle of wine.

Back at the house we headed back to my room to retrieve the wine, when I noticed the tree with coils of rope hanging from the branches in my room.  Seeing my curiosity she stated, "I have unusual interests."

"Tell me more." I encouraged her.

In a flash of a second, my hands were bound together and she grinned up at me..."Surprise!"

And in the next moment my hands were pulled up and behind my head, as she secured the rope to my body.

"Wellllll," I laughed nervously.

Placing one hand on my chest and slowly inching me back into the wall, she murmured, "I like men.  Powerful men. Confident men.  Cute men."

"Thank you ," I stammered, still a bit surprised.

"Now, how about that dessert?" she asked, totally diffusing what was becoming rather uncomfortable for me.  Unsure of her intent, and ....errr...becoming rather aroused with her attention.  "Yes," I blurted out, "that sounds like a good idea."  However, she did not release me from my bounds, and instead quickly secured me somehow to points on the wall hidden by a curtain.  I had to speak up, "What ARE you doing?"  Laughing some more.

"Oh darling," she looked into my eyes.  "Exactly as I wish."  And proceeded to take off her panties and stuff them in my mouth, before she left the room.  I couldn't move, and just tried to catch my breath, thinking she's just having a bit of fun.  I saw the twinkle in her eyes.

I heard the piano music off in the distance again.  I love that piece, but was distracted as she returned and placed a tray of some decadent chocolate-y thing in front of me.  Wondering what she would do next, I waited quietly and to my surprise, my clothes were slowly removed as she admired and caressed me.  Really, what guy doesn't want some hot, older gal having her way with him, but this was a bit surreal.  When she got to my shirt, opened a few buttons, and slipped her hand inside over my bare chest, I could feel the heat emanating from her.  My eyes were half-closed in the pleasure of being touched in such a way, but immediately gasped as I felt something cold touch me in a place a deep shocking cold should never go.

What she did next with me and to me with that dessert was both disturbing and damn sexy, that is, after she finally removed her panties from my mouth.   She was so devilish and full of mischief.  The women I knew didn't have this confidence or sense of .......what was it?  A commanding, yet very sensual way about her.  I should be very clear and share that it never occurred to me that I was in danger, like some stories I had read about unwary travelers at BnB's in the news.

She reminded me that she had promised to provide my every comfort, and unbound the ropes from the wall long enough to urge me to lay down on the bed.  "I also promised you I would be practically invisible"

And at that point she quickly pulled a hood over my head, had me positioned on my stomach, and was securing the ropes on my wrists to the bed and adding binds to my ankles, so that I was bound spread-eagle to the bed.  I must be tired, I thought, for I was practically submitting to her every move.

Remembering her words, 'exactly as I wish,' I realized I was basically her captive to be toyed with, and frankly the rest of the night was a blur.  Punctuated throughout the night was the haunting piano music, almost as a mantra or a sensual symbol of her and she came and went, for I was locked in my room and completely at her mercy.  I would fall into a deep sleep from exhaustion after she explored me in ways I had never experienced, only to be roused by a soft caress or a murmuring in my ear and the now hypnotic sounds of the piano music.  "No, no, darling, I"m not through with you yet."  I never thought myself to be a kinky fellow, but the things she subjected me to were pushing me over the edge, and deeper and deeper as the night went on.  

I woke to the smell of coffee brewing and moved to sit up when I realized my wrists were still bound to the bed.  I had not dreamed it after all.  I called out, "Hello?  Joyce?"  A few moments later she entered, smiling and bright-eyed, with a tray of coffee and pastries, as I heard the familiar piano music in the background, "Good Morning, how did you sleep?"

Lady Fulbright's School of Service and Slave Training

School is now in session.

Lady Fulbright

Sincere students should apply HERE.

Introducing The Pretty, Prim, and Proper Housewife

Hello darlings,

I am a pretty, prim, and proper housewife with a sadistic streak.  I play when my CEO hubby is away at work and when I have directed the household staff to busy themselves elsewhere.

I am the perfect escape when you only have up to 30 minutes to spare and those dirty secrets inside you are just ready to burst.

Warning:  These brief encounters will surely fuel your fire.  Beware, for I am a kind, but cruel woman and will expect you to adhere to my protocol and demands willingly and eagerly.

Want me to tell you more?  Gladly...

An Erotic Story

Duo Surprise with Victoria Rage and Miss J.F.

I normally plan my visits with Ms. Rage many weeks in advance, and there is some considerable discussion of scenes.  This visit was different.

Just the other day, I had sent a note along with some thoughts for ideas for our exploration over the coming months.  Moments after sending it along, I unexpectedly had an opportunity open up to visit in just a few days.   So I asked if VR could possibly work me into her schedule on such short notice, and she was very accommodating in doing so.

We didn't have any specific scenario worked out between us, so I was visiting sort of blind.  Which was oddly exciting, and terrifying at the same time.

Foolishly, I sent her a note the night before our appointment requesting that she be *especially* vile, wicked, and depraved, to offset all the happiness and good cheer of the holiday seasons.

In retrospect, this may have been a *serious* error, and just the sort of cheeky overconfidence to bring on trouble.  She responded back enthusiastically with a pithy "Alright darling, you just remember that YOU asked for it...", and some special instructions.    (Understand that, after many visits and much discussion, VR and I play in a sort-of consensual non-consent mode, in that I still *have* an ultimate safeword, but the issue simply does not arise, and I have given her wide latitude in the areas she can play, and trust her skills and ability to manage the scene.  What worried me this time is that she sent me along specific changes to our safeword protocols.  From her changes, I gathered this time might be a bit different, so in credit to her professionalism, she was making sure there wouldn't be problems.)

I was frankly terrified when I knocked on the door, perhaps more so than I've ever been visiting her.   (And I do some scary things in my RL occupations, it is not normal for my knees to tremble...)   But you don't just ask a tiger to enjoy an all-you-can-eat buffet, then walk into its cage holding a plate of prime rib...

So I went in...  My attempts at pretending a smile and good cheer to cover my anxiety lasted about 10 seconds through the door.

I won't go into any juicy details about the session, suffice it to say that VR at times showed me an even more...aggressive...side than she's shown me before, and at the end of 3+ hours, I was totally destroyed.    I was impressed that even though she engaged in some *very* demanding activities for me, she didn't quite force me to get to the point of using any of our safety protocols - she was very very good at reading my body language to keep me right on the edge of disaster throughout, which was perfect!  (Bless her soul though, I had a bad muscle/joint injury acquired the day before, and she arranged one of our activities to provide significant therapy to the region, while still fitting into the scene, and was careful not to damage further the troubled region.)

At the end of many hours of...fun..., when I was completely toast, in walks a surprise.   A friend of VR's.  I was not in a position to see exactly who it was.  And for the next hour, VR and her mysterious friend amused themselves with me.  The interplay between the two ladies was wonderful, and very exciting to participate in.   The two of them approach these scenes from different directions, and the combination is superb.   I was very much in my Happy Place :-)

(Do not fret, Ms. Rage doesn't just spring random 3rd parties on her visitors.  I had previously discussed this sort of possibility with her, and given her the discretion to do so as appropriate, it was just a total surprise to me on this visit, which added greatly to the effectiveness.  She also doesn't throw extreme activities at you unless you've asked for them, you are perfectly safe visiting her if all you want is a simple chat. Probably :-) )

Later on in the day, I got to finally see the mysterious visitor who had joined us - it was none other than Miss. J.F.!  She is very creative, has some *amazing* talents, and is a very witty and charming person to spend time with, even under these sorts of circumstances.   I would not hesitate to see her again in any of her roles, and I thank Miss Rage for introducing us at last.   I have to admit I guessed who it was partway through the session - though we had never met, I had previously corresponded with Miss J.F. about some other matters of mutual interest, and purely from the sense of humor that was being displayed, I deduced the identity of my additional tormentor.

Ms. Rage and Miss J.F. - thanks for such a great kickoff to the new year!  I will return, once I can walk again :-)