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Thread: Mistress/Master wanted. (Male or female! Creative!) Updated1

Alright... I am looking for a Dom that is creative, strong, dominant, yet loving and caring. This Dom can be male or female, i have no preference. I also want this Dom to be 'smart' and 'creative', by that, i mean i want you to be able to come up with 'wacky', exciting, embarrassing ideas... I will be your 'life slave', meaning, i live with you 247 and do what ever you want without question, or im punished... Though, you will have all these crazy ideas to put me through... examples... scale of 1-5, 1 is alright, good filler, 5 is YES!, Love it! 1- Suspended in the air and given a light paddling, then left for the night. 2- taken around the neighbourhood, elbows and knees like a 'bitch girl', made to walk like a dog and such, arms and legs strapped up etc. then made to use a fire hydrant as a washroom... 3- taken to a ranch and made to 'ride' the animals and not the normal rides 4- strung up and having a 'milking machine' placed on cock, sucking the milk either right from his balls, or making him orgasm over and over again... 5- Taken deep into the Woods finding a rock formation, or having made one, that looks like a long long dildo, high off the ground, then strapping your pet into a harness and hoisting him up... Then you meet him up there, forcing the rock dildo attached to ledge into his ass, and having his arms strung up, holding just a little of his weight. The harness being for if he falls. Set up some kind of watering mechanism so he can get a drink when he needs it, then leaving him for a few days with only his ass, and a little of his wrists, to hold him up... for extra effort, maybe put some peanut butter on his tail hole after to attract rodents or something to licknibble it off... The whole idea is to BE CREATIVE! read my rh for my likes and dislikes !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m -- ... 20BeuxWolf
Thread: Mistress/Master wanted. (Male or female! Creative!) Updated1

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Thread: Mistress/Master wanted. (Male or female! Creative!) Updated1

Re MistressMaster wanted. Male or female! Creative! Please? has to be someone? maybe one or two? You can post here or Pm me! Since no one seems interested, I guess I should give some examples to show that im not all talk... Anything in this color is something in VERY interested in at the moment. Bondage MasterslaveIn home MasterslaveTraveling on the road, possibly to hotels for the masters business, brings slave along for the fun... Humiliation Taken out to a public bathroom and making a glory hole, or leaving the door open with slave cuffed to a toilet and open for use and abuse... Made to wear women's clothing out in public. Made to go out in public in nothing, or in a collar and on all fours like an animal. Pet play Dressed up as a pony in fully bondage pony gear on a REAL farm and made to live the same life as the other ponies, at least for some time... Dressed up as a dog and made to live the life of a dog, at least for some time. BestialityZoophilia PetSlave taken to a farm to help out... PetSlave has been bought a new, 4 legged, master... PetSlave Taken to the zoo and put on as an exhibit with the other animals, or taken during the 'off hours' and made to pleasure the animals, or clean them. PetSlave Made to take care of a house hold pet. Orgasm denialForced orgasms Put in a chastity device for long periods of time while being teased. Made to wear a chastity device to schoolwork. Cockballs tied up so slave is unable to achieve an erection, or simply unable to orgasm. Blackmailed not to orgasm, compromising photo's, nasty video, dirty secret... These are only a sample of ideas I have. PS This does NOT all have to be about sex. I do like stories behind everything, and during everything. These are sexual idea's, but some can be made not to be sexual.
Thread: Mistress/Master wanted. (Male or female! Creative!) Updated1

Re MistressMaster wanted. Male or female! Creative! You need a mistress love....PM me. I am...interested.
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Thread: _My dear pet_ Stode and I

Valentine sighed softly as she walked down a small flight of stairs to the basement of her mansion. It was cold there and she shivered a bit as she sauntered over to his cage wearing nothing but a black bra and panty set, showing off her curvaceous form. She was bored all alone upstairs with nothing to do and decided she wanted some fun. Ready to have some fun pet? she questioned the male as she unlocked his cage door. She walked over to him grabbing the leash connected to the collar on his neck and jerking him forward.
Thread: _My dear pet_ Stode and I

Stode shivered in the cold basement. He loved his mistress, but was simply freezing down there. He slowly looked over, seeing her enter. He instantly pressed against the bars and made his attempts at whimpers, trying to get her to free him. He quickly crawled out of the cage as she prompted him and smiled as he looked up at her, only wearing a set of tatered shorts with no underwear.
Thread: _My dear pet_ Stode and I

She giggled. You are so much more fun than any other slave I've had. Valentine told him as she led him out of the cold cellar and up to the warm house. The mansion seemed pretty deserted as she lead him to the second floor to the master bedroom. She walked her pet over to her large bed, then left his side to go over to her walk in closet. She pulled out a box and wandered back over to the bed where she sat down at. Out of the box she retrieved a blind fold which she placed over his eyes. I've been itching to play with you for quite a while now Stode... she spoke as she then leaned forward pressing her lips into his.
Thread: _My dear pet_ Stode and I

Stode followed her up, having a little trouble as he crawled along on his hands and knees, getting up the stairs. He finally made it though, and followed closely as he was lead into her master bedroom. He felt his stomach ache in hunger, but dared not say anything to his mistress in fear of being denied any attention again. His muscles trembled gently as he 'stood' there next to her bed, waitting on her return. He glanced up to her, watching her set the bag down before pulling out an object. He felt her sliding it over his head and gave his soft whimper again as everything was shielded from his sight. He had no idea what was going on, but was starting to get a little nervious, though, at the same time his pants began to bulge.
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Thread: _My dear pet_ Stode and I

She made him stand to his feet with the help of pulling on his leash. She pushed him down onto the bed a smile curving her sensual lips as she crawled a top him. Her tongue teased his neck as her hips thrust slowly. His bulge caressed her softly through the fabric of his shorts. A soft moan of pleasure escaped Valentine??s lips as she reached into the bag. A few seconds later, wooden clothes pins clamped down on each of his nipples, the soft flesh growing hard under the pressure. She would play with him just a bit, nothing too extreme at the moment. Her lips pressed into Stode??s as her hand dipped down between their two bodies, her finger??s grabbing a hold of the bulge that formed in his pants. She stroked him softly, her teeth gently nipping at his bottom lip. ??Did you miss me??
Thread: _My dear pet_ Stode and I

Stode gasped as he was pulled up. He stood still, blinded by the blindfold. He was getting himself ready for anything she would want to do, but wasnt expecting the push, nor the quick kiss that ensued. He kissed her back, moaning into it as he closed his eyes. He really had missed her and her touch. He then gasped and arched his back a little as he felt the sharp bite of the cloths pins. He grunted a little, but found his nipples quickly going numb. He nodded quickly at her question. Every second away from you, feels like the earth has stopped moving, the sun is gone and wont ever return.. and when I finally see you again, Its like the sun finally comes back, colors bursting forth and feelings come to me that are impossible to explain... he said in a gentle voice with a slight grunt from the pegs.
Thread: _My dear pet_ Stode and I

Valentine smiled, her heart warming to his gentle words of appreciation for her. My pet...I shall be extra nice to you on this day of our reunion.. she replied as she reached into his pants pulling out what she had always loved to play with. His cock was hot and hard in her small palm. With her free hand she pulled her panties to the side to give his erection access to the heat between her legs. Slowly she positioned himself on top of him, lowering her hips steadily. Ahhh a soft moan of pleasure escaped his mistress's lips as he filled her. Does it feel good Stode? she asked as she began to grind her hips, the feeling of him deep inside her making her numb with pleasure. Valentine continued to moan as she grabbed his hands putting them on her hips.
Thread: Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine)

Angel was pretty good at his little routine by then. Wake up in an empty bed, brush his teeth spitting in a vaguely disgusting sink, get dressed in clothes that were perpetually just slightly wrinkled, grab a bagel strawberry cream cheese, one of life's little blessings and go to work. And that was what he did, except he'd taken a page from Dexter's book that morning and stopped by the local Krispy Kreme to pick up two dozen that he had paraded around the station, winning looks and nods of approval from his coworkers. Sometimes life was terribly cliche, and one just had to embrace it. He had saved the last one for Dexter, however, and cut his friend off at the door to work with the nearly-empty box. For you, my friend, he crowed, before passing the box off to him, whistling a jaunty tune as he headed back to his desk. Not that he had a lot to be happy about these days, but hey! He still had his little girl, and a good job, and maybe he wasn't in a perfect place socially, but at least he wasn't dead. Or dating a serial killer. Poor Deb. He sat down, flipping through a few pages before a long shadow fell across his desk, and he glanced up with a squint to see Masouka leaning down. The Asian man was either terribly concerned or terribly amused given his personality and ability to find humor in some of the darkest places, it was almost impossible to tell. So did you hear? he chirped, glancing back at Dexter as he spoke, before straightening up and folding his arms behind his head. Did I hear what? Angel asked in a deadpan, quirking an eyebrow. Masouka shook his head, and his expression was obviously concern now, even if he did sort of have the same expression a rubber-necker passing by a severe automobile accident did. Morgan the sister called in this morning at like, seven. Dead cat nailed to her door, dude, it was sick. Angel straighted up immediately, but Masouka cut him off. Team's already out there on it, dude. But can you imagine? I think it's just some sick kid, but you never know when it comes to psycho killers.
Thread: Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine)

Masouka and Angel exchanged glances when Doakes came storming from around the corner to Dexter's little area. Weird guy, Vince muttered, and Angel lifted an eyebrow. You'd better be talking about Doakes, he said with a slight smirk, words playful, but it was obvious that he was worried about something. Deb, most likely not that they had ever been best friends, but she was a good girl, he knew, and they did work together. He had always felt a sort of brotherly affection for Deb. She was kind of abrasive, but good-hearted, and that meant a lot to guy like Angel. Masouka knew she was sharp, but also just thought she was hot. Well, Vince said, backing up, gonna get to work, I guess. See you around lunch, he called, then backed away, heading away. Deb sat on the edge of a bed in a hotel room, playing with her phone. Her first instinct, of course, had been to call Dexter and demand his help, but he'd done so much for her since the whole ordeal with Rudy. Brian, she reminded herself with a shake of her head, before she dialed her foster brother's phone number, holding it up to her ear. She was a big girl. She'd take care of herself... ...and surely that moron wasn't stupid enough to come back and try to kill her a second time. But she knew the mentality behind a lot of these guys. They wouldn't stop until they'd finished what they started. So Dexter, she blurted into the phone, hurriedly, you don't think it's him, do you? I mean, that's a pretty fucking retarded thing to do. He KNOWS that I'm a cop. And then the first email in Dexter's inbox was dated about ten minutes before he arrived at work, from an anonymous address with the subject YOU JUST NEED TO CHILL OUT. Hey pal, It's been a while since we've gone out. I think we could both use a pizza and bowling night. Invite your girl, because I'm bringing one along, too. She's a bit nasty, but hopefully you'll get along fine. Let me know if you're interested. I'll be waiting.
Thread: Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine)

The doll's head stared at him and Dexter stared back for a long moment he stayed like that, watching the little plastic face as though he expected it to bring up an interesting subject, but neither of them seemed to be able to find a topic they both liked. He had no way of proving any of it, he knew, but the consistent and rhythmic unfurling of the Passenger's claws was telling Dexter that there was another monster nearby, but this one was so much more fun than any of the others had been. It was him - it had to be, because the agonizing little curl of heat in the very base of his spine had only ever been caused by one person. Dexter was wrenched from his thoughts by the phone, and for the second time that day he heard the sound of panic. Deb, Dexter said, eyeing the flashing indication at the right corner of his laptop, the one telling him he had new e-mails. YOU JUST NEED TO CHILL OUT. The heat spread suddenly up to his neck, and Dexter shuddered bodily and had to restart, Deb, he tried again, hovering his cursor over the message subject, like a child savouring the moment before tearing into a Christmas present, If he was in the city, do you think he'd spend his time nailing Mr. Fluffy to doorframes? He opened the e-mail and nearly hissed, but managed to stop himself. You've been in the papers a lot lately, Dexter continued, as soothing as he could manage to be while the Passenger was rearing up inside of him, demanding a chance to play, You probably just got hit by someone with a sick sense of humour. He held the phone up between his jaw and shoulder he set his fingers onto the keyboard and they began to move of their own accord I don't think she'll be up for a double date, but I'm sure you two will find something cool to do. Any idea on what cleaning product removes felines? Just wondering.
Thread: Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine)

There was something about Dexter that always seemed to soothe Deb. Maybe it was the fact that he was so earnest, or that she trusted him more than anyone else in the entire world. He was family, afterall. If there was one person in the world that she could trust not to lie to her, Deb knew for certain that it was Dexter. Yeah, she agreed after a long moment, flopping backwards onto the bed and looking at the door to the hotel room. It was locked sturdily, and she felt safer there than she did anywhere else, if she wanted to be perfectly honest. Well, bro, she said finally into the phone, I think I'm going to get some sleep. Kinda.. shocked after this morning, you know. Deb hung up, then, and watched bad porn on demand for the rest of the morning, just for something to laugh at. Brian was also at a hotel, though a good twenty miles away from where Deb was currently holed up. He had been swimming already, had jumped into the pool almost immediately after doing the funny little deed with the cat, and he felt like a predator as he waited for Dexter to email him back. His brother rarely disappointed him. Felines? Tried bleach? Brian felt his own Dark Passenger coiling in him, excited, like a snake ready to strike, but he embraced the feeling instead of hiding it away. It was in his nose and throat, behind his eyes, swelling in his stomach and chest, and it made him feel alive. My dates are always the best. I've got a big surprise in store for her, too.. I wish you'd be there to see it. And he wanted to see Dexter, wanted to touch his face with his fingertips, take his hand and draw him away into a room with a nubile young woman on display, ready to be sliced like ham - but that, for the moment, was just a dream he would have to keep nursing.
Thread: Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine)

Shocked, that was the word she had used - but over the years, Dexter had become fluent in Deb and knew that she had actually panicked she had been scared that the Ice Truck Killer was back in the city to finish the job. And, of course, it wasn't such an unlikely assumption - it seemed that Deb's instincts were improving these days, or maybe it was just pure paranoia, but whatever it was, she was getting better at seeing the patterns that monsters followed, and it had begun to translate to her job. Dexter liked Deb she was one in a tiny group that he could say that about - he liked Deb very much and wanted to see her advance in the ranks the way she deserved to, but at the same time he found himself considering what it would mean if she became too good. How long would it be, after all, before she began to see some of those dark traits in him? He knocked those thoughts away it was something he would have to deal with when the time came, and these days he had no doubts that it would. Dexter spent some time working on slides, inspecting them through the microscope and measuring bloodstains and impact spatters with a single-minded interest he allowed himself to be pulled into a dark and familiar little world made of blood and messy, graceless strikes and slices from amateurs, rookies who wouldn't make it to their next kill because they had been too careless with their first one. That was the price one paid for being untidy. Of course, the Ice Truck Killer had never been untidy - no, Brian had always been very careful, hadn't he? Cheeky, but everything had been thought out, carefully planned, cut clean and precise and placed so intentionally that the obsession behind it had sent chills through Dexter the first time he had seen his brother's work. He had known from the very start that it was a message for him he just hadn't understood why at the time. Suddenly struck by the need to do so, he looked into his e-mails again and found a response. He could imagine what Brian would have in store for his current paramour a cold room, flashing metal, sharp edges and maybe a little nailpolish. He was sure that a date with Brian was a thing to be admired, and the thought of watching his brother do his work - no, he couldn't do that, after all, Brian didn't follow the rules. Brian didn't have a code - and that made him subject to Dexter's, didn't it? Dexter realized he was gripping the edge of the desk in a white-knuckled hold, and he slowly released it, letting out the breath he hadn't known he had been holding in. For a moment, he closed his eyes and thought it over. Then, opening his eyes again, he deleted the e-mail and turned back to his work.
Thread: Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine)

When an answer didn't come almost immediately, Brian had the sinking feeling that one wasn't going to come at all. He had been afraid of that - he knew his brother well enough to realize that Dexter was still struggling with what he really was, what They Really Were. And it had taken Brian a while to get that. He couldn't comprehend that someone was able to live with that sort of beast inside of him without embracing it. Brian had long since given up suppressing the Passenger and had become it he looked with its eyes, spoke with its tongue. His fingers were its fingers, and the pain they wrought together wasn't destruction, but creation. Art. He was wiping something ugly from the world, and smearing something beautiful in its place. He was not simply its vessel. They were symbiotes, and to have that ripped away from him... Brian would have felt like a naked invalid, missing chunks of his soul. Not a perfect metaphor, since he didn't quite believe in the human soul, but it would do him well enough. And as much as he wanted to, Brian knew he couldn't pick up where he had left off. He could barely afford to live in Miami as it was it had been a while, but people - the right people - would recognize him in a crowd. He couldn't draw attention to himself, and he couldn't start killing and leaving bits of hookers around, either. He was finished with that game, and he wanted the city to think he was gone somewhere, living in a Mexican village until the law forgot about him. Hiding in plain sight had always been his game. Dexter's game, too, from the looks of it, but Dexter was hiding for all the wrong reasons, and all the wrong ways. He had grown attached to his flimsy second life, far too attached, and Brian would have to do something about it. But in due time. He was hungry, but it was early, and he had his plans he'd wait until night fell, find a pretty young thing at the local bar, and take her back to Rita's. That needy, incessant woman had to have fled to Dexter's for at least a day or two not that he wouldn't double-check first, it wouldn't do to bring someone back to an already occupied house, he'd clean his date and the kitchen, and dump her into whatever river he could find. Clumsily, of course. He didn't want the police to realize that he was a pro at the game, just some clumsy half-wit who'd gotten a little stab-happy. He sat on the edge of the bed, satisfied at his plans, before scooting back atop the sheets and flipping the television onto some inane nature channel. Brian kept remembering when he'd caught an episode of America's Most Wanted a month or so back with his face plastered across the screen. He felt rather like a celebrity, actually, and they had called him 'handsome' and 'devilishly charming.' Smugly, he settled back onto the sheets and went to sleep.