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Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Ivy in general had a sweet disposition and an upbeat attitude, she took a lot of bullshit from all over the place and normally she wouldnt accuse anyone of doing something on purpose. But as she finally reached the bathroom in her bedroom she pulled off her skirt and tossed it in the tub, her thong panties followed the skirt into the tub and Ivy hurried over to the toilet she couldnt help but think that Damon had hit those buttons on the elevator on purpose. Had he been trying to push her, to make her really wet herself or had it really been an accident? She didnt like thinking these things, considering from the time shed led him off the stage until the time they got in the elevator hed been well perfect. While she was in the bathroom she stripped out of her corset as well. Ivy could hear Damon moving around in her living room and a sigh escaped from her lips, what the hell was she supposed to do with him? A strong submissive deserved a strong Dominant and that was the last thing that she was. When she finished on the toilet she moved over to the shower stall, every time she had an accident she felt like she needed a scrub, and while she knew she shouldnt have kept Damon waiting there was no way she was going out there without washing away any remnants of what just happened. She pulled a shower cap over her head and turned the hot water on quickly she lathered her loofah and scrubbed herself from her hips down. Ivy knew that she shouldnt hate herself, but sometimes when this happened and someone else was there to witness it all she could feel was a deep sense of self-loathing. The water rinsed the soap away and Ivy stepped out of the shower, drying herself off and pulling the cap off of her head. She ran hot water in the tub with her skirt and panties and wondered if theyd be salvageable or not before slipping into her silk robe, the color matched that of her favorite gem the blue topaz and was a lovely contrast with her lightly tanned skin and her dirty blond curls. She took a few deep breaths and wandered back out into her living room, where Damon stood at her bar cabinet fixing drinks. Any other Domme would have a punishment ready for this kind of thing, accident or not. But Ivy had no idea what to do. She could probably check out the playroom as she called it. Maybe whip him? She didnt know. The thought crossed her mind that maybe she should call her mother or Georgina and ask for a few lessons. I dont know why you did it, but I dont think that incident in the elevator was an accident. She said softly as she leaned with her back against the wall and her arms across her chest.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Damon was bemused. She was right of course... he had accidentally shut the doors in the other people's faces, so that the lift wouldn't stop. He knew his Mistress was in a hurry. But he couldn't admit that he knew why! Mistress, I don't understand, he said, truthfully. He clasped his hands behind his back, as he had been instructed. You said you were in a hurry to get home, and I gathered the last thing you'd need was for the elevator to stop. So isn't it a good thing I accidentally closed the door on those people? He cursed himself. It was a clumsy explanation, and he knew it. Surely she'd guess he knew why she was in such a rush. He remembered he'd still have to find an excuse for cleaning the car seat tomorrow, which was further going to tax his powers of diplomacy. Although, I do admit, perhaps subconsciously there was a Freudian element to it. I was in a hurry too, you see, Mistress. He looked her in the eye. I've been waiting for this time for so long. Ever since I first met you. Counting the seconds until tonight, and my time on the block. I... Mistress, I wanted to be alone with you. He looked at her in the deep blue robe. He had no need to fake sincerity, at least. She looked breathtaking! In her agitation, the neckline had disarranged itself slightly, and her beautiful breasts looked about to pop out at any moment. The breasts themselves were obviously heaving in emotion, which could have been rage. Her red face supported this theory, though of course it could have been embarrassment. But if you say I have done wrong, Mistress, than I have done wrong, he concluded. Should I fetch anything, any tool of chastisement, or would you prefer that to wait until tomorrow? And am I allowed to ask for an explanation as to your anger? As he spoke, he picked up the tray of drinks, and carried it over to her, kneeling and offering it. I took the liberty of making one for myself, Mistress, he said, contritely. I shall, of course, not touch it unless you give me permission. I hope I have mixed yours to your satisfaction.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Ivy was deflated when he clasped his hands behind his back, she wasnt angry at him. She was angry at herself, shed wet her pants like a little girl and she knew that he was very well aware of what shed done how could he not be? That was why hed hit those buttons. Instead of being upset and embarrassed she should be thankful that he hadnt allowed anyone else onto the elevator to witness what she was going through. Wasnt it bad enough that shed been unable to control herself and he had witnessed it? And yet, he still looked at her as if she were desirable and he still said that he was in hurry to be alone with her. Its not anger, no need to fetch anything she said with a sigh and took a drink off the tray, waving to him that it was more than alright for him to drink his as well as put the tray down. Could she play it off like she hadnt wet herself? It seemed as thought that was what he was doing. I know youre not oblivious to what happened in the car, and in the elevator and I appreciate that youre acting as if you have no clue what happened. She took a sip of her drink then, the only time she ever drank anything was when she was at home or when there was a restroom close by. The drink is perfect she said, delaying what she was about say. Its not anger, its embarrassment Ivy figured that she probably shouldnt be telling him this, but she needed him to understand. It would have been worse for me, if youd let those people on the elevator and Id had to wait even longer I know that. But it was an acknowledgement that you knew what I was going through, and I suppose I wasnt ready for that. After she spoke the words the red flush that had taken over her face and chest had faded and she seemed to have relaxed a bit. It seemed better to her that they were open and honest with each other and that they didnt pretend every time she had to run to the rest room or worse every time she didnt make it to the rest room.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Mistress, I - Damon began, and then covered his unsureness by another sip of his drink. He sat down by her feet, bringing the tray with the liquor, mix and ice-bucket. I'd like to speak frankly. I'd like to tell you of a discussion I had, a few nights ago, with Domme Hollister. I am not breaking any confidences here, nor am I disobeying Domme Hollister. She told me I could repeat the conversation or not, as I judged necessary. But it's relevant that I decided which Domme I would choose before the discussion took place! He refilled her glass, and continued. I had, as I say, already decided you were the Mistress I wanted. And, naturally, when I heard the other slaves talk about you - yes, Mistress, I'm afraid slaves do gossip about the Dommes, whether you knew it or not - it made me angry. It felt like an insult, since in my mind I already regarded myself as yours - but the other slaves couldn't know this, of course, since club rules forbid any slave discussing their choice before they are collared. They meant no harm to me, you see, they didn't know. Anyway... They called you all sorts of names. 'Incontinent Ivy', Pisspants Princess', and other hurtful things. They made fun of how you could not stand up to the other Dommes, or even the submissives. How you could not control your blushing, how you had enver been able to attract a submissive. I clenched my jaw shut and said nothing, as the rules dictated. However, the rules do allow an un-owned slave to seek advice form a Domme, and I sought out Domme Hollister for that purpose. Domme Hollister, to my surprise, guessed from my hints exactly who I had chosen. Furthermore, far from expressing surprise, she congratulated me on my choice. She described you as a Domme of great intelligence and high potential, very much in your mother's mold. And said quite clearly that with the right, supportive slave, and a little more confidence, you could be just as strong a woman as your mother was. But she warned me, too, that I would need a great deal of patience and forbearance to get you to that point. I replied frankly to Domme Hollister that I appreciated her advice, but that it hadn't changed my decision... since I had decided upon you, anyway. I admit, it was partly your gift to me of the paintings that did it - rather than simply shower me with promises and expensive things, you took the trouble to find out what I really liked - and party, well... other things. The thing is, Mistress - my high regard for you hasn't changed any of my regard for you. I knew that you had... urm... a small bladder control problem when you get nervous... before I chose you. And I chose you anyway. Frankly... Mistress, you could pee yourself in front of the President and First Lady, until there was a puddle on the ground, and I'd still regard you as the prettiest, most intelligent Domme in the club. And my regard for you would remain unshaken. I'd still be proud that you were my mistress. He mixed himself another drink, and remained silent, waiting for her to speak.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Ivy listened to his every word, her drink shaking slightly in her hands the ice clinking against the sides of the glass. She listened as he told her about what the other slaves would say about her, Ivy should have been prepared to hear what they said about her since she already knew they did it. If the Dommes did it you can be sure that their submissives were doing the same thing. But she supposed that no one was ever really prepared to hear that people who were supposed to be adults were making fun of her behind her back. That was the problem with clubs, especially when you were the one person who didnt quite fit in. She listened as he spoke of his conversation with Georgina, and she knew that the woman had faith in her abilities to become a proper Domme. Shed always told Ivy as much, and now that she had submissive Ivy knew that she really had to figure it all out so that Damon could have the Domme that he truly deserved. With a shaking hand she brought her drink to her lips and took a slow sip, she let the alcohol burn down her throat she needed the liquid courage. She took another sip and then down the rest of the drink, setting it down on the tray with a slightly steadier hand. Damon she said his name softly, her fingers dropping to his shoulder. No one has ever said such things to me, or about me. You deserve a good Domme Her nails pressed into his shoulder gently I really want to be that Domme for you Ivy was scared out of her mind she didnt want to disappoint him.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Well, you see, Mistress, laughed Damon. You are! You're already that excellent Domme. Kind, and fair, and caring. You - he pulled up short as he heard the clatter, when she set down the glass. Mistress, you're trembling. He took her hand, holding it very strongly around the wrist. His grip was like iron - used to wrestling heavy military machinery over all kinds of terrain. There was no way her hand could still tremble, given the power with which he held it. Still holding her wrist, he climbed up on the small couch beside her, moving close. He could smell the warm heat emanating from her, the fresh smell from her recent shower, see the light reflecting from the pinkness that even tanned skin takes from a hot shower. Very gently, contrasting with his strength, he pushed back a few tendrils of her still slightly damp hair, that was falling forward over her forehead. Beautiful Mistress, there's some things we need to talk about, he whispered. First, you needn't think that just because I've chosen the path of submission, or that I've been a soldier - that I'm totally insensitive to finer feelings. I know how embarrassing it must be for you when other Dommes bully you in front of your slave. I know how upset you were, when you wet yourse - er, when you only just made it to the bathroom, earlier. I know you lack confidence. We're going to have to make some plans, Mistress. To prove to the other members of the club just how strong a Domme you can be. How you can command a slave into instant obedience with just a stern look. How you can hold your own in conversation. How confident you can be, when you know your true worth. First, we're going to have to work out plans as to what to do when... when your problem occurs in public, and how we're to deal with it. And you have to realize that when it does happen - instead of hating yourself, you are still an intelligent, dominant woman, worthy of respect. And that your slave's regard for you remains undiminished. Without waiting for permission, he reached across and kissed her, exploring gently with his tongue, then withdrew. Now, specifics. How often does it happen, and under what circumstances. And what must I do, when it does?
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Ivy gasped softly when his hand came around her wrist the way he held her made her wonder if that was what it must feel like to wear cuffs. He was more than firm, more than strong she felt as though his hand was burning into her skin, leaving an impression shed never be able to forget. He got so close to her, she could smell the scent that was uniquely his own. When he reached forward and pushed the hair that was falling across her face she wondered for a brief moment what it would be like to be the submissive rather than the dominant. She listened to him speak, the tone of his voice the slight accent that gave away that he wasnt originally from New York, or even the United States. He called her beautiful, Ivy had been called beautiful before but for some reason it didnt have the same impact as having him tell her did. Ivy doubted that shed ever be able to command a slave into obedience with just a stern look, but knowing that he had that in her somewhere made her feel just a little stronger. I am an intelligent, dominant woman worthy of respect Ivy said those words in her head. He was right, she needed to remember that she was worthy for respect. She was repeating those words in her head when his lips came down on hers, a startled moan slipped from her lips and she kissed him back. Her tongue explored against his and a hot flush took over her body. When he pulled away, she wasnt ready for the kiss to end so she slid her fingers around to the back of his neck and pulled him back to her. Her lips finding his again for just a moment and tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth. When she finally pulled away from him her cheeks and chest were burning bright red but her voice was steadier than itd ever been. Specifics It doesnt happen as often as the other Dommes think it does, a handful of times a year maybe. And it usually only happens when well like tonight, the car ride home was one disaster after another . Even though Ivy thought she probably could have had him stop at a gas station, she didnt know why that thought never crossed her mind. I dont know what you could do when it happens to be honest, you did the best you could do tonight and and I appreciate that. I guess you could find a way to get me out of the situation if you see it happening, other than that I dont think there is much that can be done.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Damon smiled, and gently stroked Ivy's cheek. And Mistress, I'll always do the best I can for you. I'm yours now. He rubbed his finger along her teeth, touching both her top and bottom lip. I'm so proud of my lovely mistress... I want all the other Dommes to respect and admire you, and know your true worth. He smiled, seeing how deep her blush was. So, what we need to do is make sure if we're on too long a trip or some other situation and you're feeling a bit nervous, to make sure we allow for it. How much you drink makes no difference, by the way. If you cut down on your liquid intake, all it does is make your urine go darker and smellier. I know - I've been short of water enough times. While he spoke, he gently, moving a few inches at a time, slipped his right arm around her, pulling her closer. And you've got to know that when you do ... have an accident, it's not your fault, and it doesn't stop how I feel about you. He kissed her again, harder this time, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Now, we have to stop some of those other mistresses bullying you. I know you're frightened of them, but it isn't your fault you've got some confidence issues. You're as much entitled to respect as anyone else there. We have to talk this through... While she was distracted, considering his words, he slipped his left hand inside her robe, gently but firmly massaging her breast. So tell me - how does it feel when they ridicule and bully you in public? Tell me in detail...
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

I'll keep that in mind she said softly in response to his comment about how how much she drank made no difference. She'd never realized that, she just always assumed that the less she drank the less she would have to use the restroom. It was hard to think with his hands on her body, touching her lips and then slipping his arm around her and pulling her close to him. Ivy cuddled into him gently, she couldn't help herself his strength was just too reassuring not to. Ivy had been about to say something about knowing it's not her fault being easier sad than done, but before she could get the words out he'd kissed her again. His lips against hers pushed any rational thoughts right out of her head, she lost herself in his kisses easily. Her tongue grinding gently against his, as she savored the taste of him. She whimpered gently against his lips as her hands found his shoulders her nails dug into them gently, his shirt was the only thing that stopped her nails from leaving little half-moon welts in his skin. She didn't want to end the kiss, but he'd pulled away and started talking once again. Even though Ivy didn't want to give much thought to the other Domme's and their bullying she knew he was right. she was entitled respect and she knew that she would have to do something sooner or later or she would go crazy. While she was thinking on his words his hand slipped into her robe, she wasn't so lost in thought that she didn't feel his hand moving into her robe... but she didn't protest either, why would she? A soft gasp caught on her lips when he began to firmly rub her breast, her nipple hardened against his palm. Ivy couldn't remember a time when she'd felt this good after an... accident. Even thought Damon had seen what happened and wished to talk about it she found that she wanted to talk about it with him. It's humiliating... people see me and I wonder if they've noticed, I wonder if they can smell it and what they're thinking about me. It makes me want to find a hole to crawl into. And then to have people come up with horrid nicknames for me because I didn't make it to the rest room in time, it makes me not want to leave the apartment sometimes.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Damon continued to gently massage Ivy's breast, tweaking and playing with her nipple, which was becoming steadily more erect under his loving ministrations. And yet, Mistress, you do leave the apartment. And when other Dommes mock you, you don't crawl into a hole, or even make a serious search for one. Yes, you are humiliated, but you are not defeated. He leaned across and kissed her again, harder this time. He felt her gasp slightly. Those Dommes, they've pulled every trick they know to reduce you to nothingness, and it hasn't worked. Speaking as someone who has been decorated for bravery - remind me to show you the regiment's website, sometime - I know there are many different sorts of courage. I won't be modest - it took one kind of courage to run out under heavy shell fire and rescue my Commanding Officer in Afghanistan - though I was scared shitless the whole time, I admit - but that kind isn't the only kind. He continued massaging her breast, now much harder. He heard a small whimper escape her lips. He slipped the other arm from her shoulder and slid it downwards, into the gap in her robe, heading further down along her torso, reaching the outer part of her hip. Being a frail, shy woman, surrounded by bigger, more confident women, and unable to defend yourself - knowing that at any moment, your face may explode into an uncontrollable blush when they mock you - having them treat you with contempt and mockery, and not being able to do anything about it - and knowing that at any moment, you might have to make a frantic dash for a restroom, or even wet yourself in public, which damages your dignity and confidence even more - and enduring this under the symbolic eyes of your mother, who achieved so much in the same field. This would be enough to make most women slink away in disgrace, never to return. He kissed her again, and slid his hand down between her legs. Her robe was open now, a crushed mass between her body and the couch. He gently played around the entrance to her sex, feeling wetness even on the boundaries. But not my mistress. Not my beautiful mistress. Ordinary women, yes, they'd scurry away and hide, never to emerge. But my mistress, she's a different stamp of a woman. She endures everything they can throw at her, and comes back for more. She has the kind of courage even I admire. She is the greatest Domme in the society. And that's why, now that I am finally hers, this is the proudest night of my life.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Ivy's body felt as if it were on fire, it was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Just his kiss ignited her. What was it about him? What was wrong with her? Why was she just letting him touch her however he wanted... she was the Dominant not him! But she couldn't bring herself to push his hands away from her body or turn away from his kiss. He was just... so much, he filled all of her senses and left her wanting more. Not to mention the fact that he built her up like no one ever had before. Damon was making her feel confidant, beautiful, sexy. All of the things she'd always long to be to a man, all of the things she'd always longed to be for herself. He was amazing, he was the best thing to ever happen to her. It probably would have been easier for his words to sink into her brain, into her heart if his hands weren't on her breasts. If his mouth wasn't mere inches from her lips, swollen from the hard kisses he'd bestowed upon hers. If she wasn't crushed between him and the couch with her robe falling open and his hand headed into it. She took a deep breath and slid her hands to his shoulders. Damon she said his name softly, breathlessly. He'd said that she was brave, for many reasons but she'd never been sexually brave, adventurous. Hell she hadn't even wandered into the playroom more than once or twice. But she was in need and the words that followed shocked the hell out of her... You're very skilled with words, but you're talking to much she slid her hands from his shoulders into his hair and applied a bit of gentle pressure so that he would slid down further. Maybe there is something else you could do with your mouth.
Thread: Fantasy Fetish (MxF)

Ooh the father and baby sitter one sounds like fun. Are you still looking for someone to rp that with?
Thread: Fantasy Fetish (MxF)

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