Great wiccan rite...
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Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Now for the Heavy Lifting
Weight Lifter
Now the hard part of the relationship - relating to your new family!
Friday, November 30, 2012
I'm Coming
It's been a year since the last fateful Yule. Many things have changed. I hope to make an accounting of it soon. For now, I have many posts on my dave94-notes that will bring you up to speed.
A recent post details the introduction of maintenance spanking.
A recent post details the introduction of maintenance spanking.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Yule Solstice Rite, Pt. 2 [excerpts]
Holly tugged on Dave's hand as they walked toward her house. The sun had set out in the western sky, twilight was receding as they hurried through the shadowy forest. She asked him for more details about the woman he had been seeing lately, the Fire Witch . His hands became sweaty as he tried to supress his fear.
Dave was reluctant to go to Holly's. He was afraid and attracted to her. She had a way of pushing the edge of what he could take of torture and bdsm. He felt as if she was his teacher, dragging him to the principal for punishment.
"Is she Wiccan? Has she been in our meetings before?" Holly could not hold her curiosity back.
"Maybe," he replied absently, "not sure." He didn't want to ask the Fire Witch about her background as he felt his relationship was still undefined and tenuous.
Holly pressed him for a description of the red-hair woman who had cast him into her spell and branded the triskelion on his hip. Dave began to feel defensive. How will I introduce her to the coven? How will I explain my absence from the coven's rituals for so long? He had maintained his friendship with the coven's members in numerous menages. He had been to Holly's dungeon many times and had stayed for the night to sleep her and her partner, Tom. No one from the coven ever asked him why he didn't attend rituals because they knew he had been released by Jane, his former Mistress. They assumed he needed time to process the separation. They didn't know he had been actively courting the another witch, one was not from their coven.
........
The couples arrived and hung their overcoats on the wall pegs . The women were dressed in robes of sheer fabric that barely concealed their fetish outfits of corsetry, fishnets and boots. The men were dressed in black jocks with restraining cuffs sewed on the sides. Dave was wearing a leather kilt thong.
Alice, the founder of the Coven, arrived. Alice removed her long coat and revealed her robes that were secured by a braided belt that held a sheathed knife on one side and a flogger on the other. Dave felt a sudden pang of fear. He had texted her daily as she required and assumed she was still working in New York. She had continued to console him about his breakup with her ex-lover, Jane. Alice had no clue that Dave was seeing someone, but now Dave figured she either knew or would find out quickly from the members of the coven. He had no idea she would be here. If I knew she was coming here I wouldn't have told here I wanted a severe beating from her.
After the business matters concluded, Holly encircled the group in a long white garland. The women stayed at their seats and the men knelt beside them and inserted their arms in the restraining cuffs on their sides.
Alice took her place at the foot of the table and Holly led Dave to the front and directed him to lie on his back as she secured his shackles to the eyehooks on the legs of the table. Dave could lift his head a little and see the members of the coven in the dim candle light.
Holly recited the chants from the coven's Book of Shadows. She dipped the athame into the chalice and recited the Yule spell. Alice stepped forward and pulled her boline out of it's sheath. She slowly traced an inverted pentagram on Dave's heaving chest. Dave started to gasp. "Gag him," Alice ordered Holly. There were no gags within the circle as they were seldom needed by the brave submissive men. Holly slipped off her thong and stuffed it into Dave's mouth. Lisa untied the scarf from her neck and handed it to Holly. She tied the scarf around Dave's head as he started to yelp. Holly listened closely for Dave's safeword which she knew.
"Dave, just tap 3 times on the table if you want us to stop", she reminded him of his silent signal. Dave sighed a little and felt relieved that Holly at least was looking out for him as he was about to endure a new threshold of pain from Alice's sharp blade.
As Alice moved the sharp tip of her dagger closer into his skin, his muscles became taut, sweat poured down his prominent abs and his heart was visibly pumping beneath his chest. Dave mustered all the courage he had to be still and stoicly take the knife but he could not control the heaving of his body. A small trickle of blood began to flow where the tip of the knife tore into his skin. There was attentive silence amid the members of this coven as they intently gazed on their first sacrifice of the evening. Dave's hands gripped the legs of the table tightly as his eyes looked up at Holly who was looking at his face. The room had an intense odor of burning candles and fear.
"Stop", said Holly, "he's not ready for this. He hasn't been initiated to the first level yet."
There was a sigh of relief in the group. "We will need someone for tonight's sacrifice", Alice stared at Holly.
"Not Dave tonight," Holly repeated her order. Although Alice had found the coven, she acknowledged Holly's authority.
"Goeff will be sacrificed," said Lisa as she seemed eager to use her partner for a cutting ritual. Goeff glanced up at Lisa from his kneeling position and silently begged for mercy, but Lisa repeated her order, "Goeff, you will take Dave's place".
Holly took the black candle from the Yule log and slowly dripped an inverted of hot wax on Dave's chest as Holly stroked his forehead and recited her Sacrificial Spell. His chest reddened as his flesh singed with the molten wax.
The other members of the coven recited their refrain as the women walked up to the table and lashed his chest with pine boughs.
Holly released Dave's shackles from the legs of the table and he sat up, shaking his limbs to restore the circulation. Holly sensed Alice was making a play for Dave. Although she respected Alice, the founder of the coven, she was wary of the treatment Dave would get from her. "Later, Dave", she whispered to him.
Alice gave a look of disappointment to Dave. "Tomorrow night at Jane's," she said to him loudly. Dave gasped. He recognized from the tone of Alice's directive that he would receive a sound whipping in Jane's dungeon for being such a coward.
Alice had other intentions. She wanted to lure Dave away from the Fire Witch and back to Jane. Dave would reluctantly submit to the order she gave him because of the pact they had made. The implied whipping was her way of closing the deal.
Dave was reluctant to go to Holly's. He was afraid and attracted to her. She had a way of pushing the edge of what he could take of torture and bdsm. He felt as if she was his teacher, dragging him to the principal for punishment.
"Is she Wiccan? Has she been in our meetings before?" Holly could not hold her curiosity back.
"Maybe," he replied absently, "not sure." He didn't want to ask the Fire Witch about her background as he felt his relationship was still undefined and tenuous.
Holly pressed him for a description of the red-hair woman who had cast him into her spell and branded the triskelion on his hip. Dave began to feel defensive. How will I introduce her to the coven? How will I explain my absence from the coven's rituals for so long? He had maintained his friendship with the coven's members in numerous menages. He had been to Holly's dungeon many times and had stayed for the night to sleep her and her partner, Tom. No one from the coven ever asked him why he didn't attend rituals because they knew he had been released by Jane, his former Mistress. They assumed he needed time to process the separation. They didn't know he had been actively courting the another witch, one was not from their coven.
........
The couples arrived and hung their overcoats on the wall pegs . The women were dressed in robes of sheer fabric that barely concealed their fetish outfits of corsetry, fishnets and boots. The men were dressed in black jocks with restraining cuffs sewed on the sides. Dave was wearing a leather kilt thong.
Alice, the founder of the Coven, arrived. Alice removed her long coat and revealed her robes that were secured by a braided belt that held a sheathed knife on one side and a flogger on the other. Dave felt a sudden pang of fear. He had texted her daily as she required and assumed she was still working in New York. She had continued to console him about his breakup with her ex-lover, Jane. Alice had no clue that Dave was seeing someone, but now Dave figured she either knew or would find out quickly from the members of the coven. He had no idea she would be here. If I knew she was coming here I wouldn't have told here I wanted a severe beating from her.
After the business matters concluded, Holly encircled the group in a long white garland. The women stayed at their seats and the men knelt beside them and inserted their arms in the restraining cuffs on their sides.
Alice took her place at the foot of the table and Holly led Dave to the front and directed him to lie on his back as she secured his shackles to the eyehooks on the legs of the table. Dave could lift his head a little and see the members of the coven in the dim candle light.
Holly recited the chants from the coven's Book of Shadows. She dipped the athame into the chalice and recited the Yule spell. Alice stepped forward and pulled her boline out of it's sheath. She slowly traced an inverted pentagram on Dave's heaving chest. Dave started to gasp. "Gag him," Alice ordered Holly. There were no gags within the circle as they were seldom needed by the brave submissive men. Holly slipped off her thong and stuffed it into Dave's mouth. Lisa untied the scarf from her neck and handed it to Holly. She tied the scarf around Dave's head as he started to yelp. Holly listened closely for Dave's safeword which she knew.
"Dave, just tap 3 times on the table if you want us to stop", she reminded him of his silent signal. Dave sighed a little and felt relieved that Holly at least was looking out for him as he was about to endure a new threshold of pain from Alice's sharp blade.
As Alice moved the sharp tip of her dagger closer into his skin, his muscles became taut, sweat poured down his prominent abs and his heart was visibly pumping beneath his chest. Dave mustered all the courage he had to be still and stoicly take the knife but he could not control the heaving of his body. A small trickle of blood began to flow where the tip of the knife tore into his skin. There was attentive silence amid the members of this coven as they intently gazed on their first sacrifice of the evening. Dave's hands gripped the legs of the table tightly as his eyes looked up at Holly who was looking at his face. The room had an intense odor of burning candles and fear.
"Stop", said Holly, "he's not ready for this. He hasn't been initiated to the first level yet."
There was a sigh of relief in the group. "We will need someone for tonight's sacrifice", Alice stared at Holly.
"Not Dave tonight," Holly repeated her order. Although Alice had found the coven, she acknowledged Holly's authority.
"Goeff will be sacrificed," said Lisa as she seemed eager to use her partner for a cutting ritual. Goeff glanced up at Lisa from his kneeling position and silently begged for mercy, but Lisa repeated her order, "Goeff, you will take Dave's place".
Holly took the black candle from the Yule log and slowly dripped an inverted of hot wax on Dave's chest as Holly stroked his forehead and recited her Sacrificial Spell. His chest reddened as his flesh singed with the molten wax.
The other members of the coven recited their refrain as the women walked up to the table and lashed his chest with pine boughs.
Holly released Dave's shackles from the legs of the table and he sat up, shaking his limbs to restore the circulation. Holly sensed Alice was making a play for Dave. Although she respected Alice, the founder of the coven, she was wary of the treatment Dave would get from her. "Later, Dave", she whispered to him.
Alice gave a look of disappointment to Dave. "Tomorrow night at Jane's," she said to him loudly. Dave gasped. He recognized from the tone of Alice's directive that he would receive a sound whipping in Jane's dungeon for being such a coward.
Alice had other intentions. She wanted to lure Dave away from the Fire Witch and back to Jane. Dave would reluctantly submit to the order she gave him because of the pact they had made. The implied whipping was her way of closing the deal.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Who is the trainer and who is the trainee?
Jane began taking personal training sessions from Zev a young, lithe muscle-bound guy at the fitness club she attends. At first she came home and complained how much stress and aggravation he caused her. After a while she adapted to the exercises he directed her to do and began to show results. After one of his sessions with her, he invited her to the fitness center’s lunch room. He seemed attracted to her and asked for a date. She told him: “you’ll have to get to know me first”. So for several weeks they would meet after her workout and talked about their background and interests. Zev was a PE major in college and worked as a physical therapist for a hospital until he was laid off about a year ago. He now worked part time at the center and had personal training sessions with several clients to supplement the little pay he received at the club. Jane told Zev she was a lesbian domme and wasn’t interested in vanilla relationships. Zev seemed eager to receive her services. So Zev came to our dungeon one Saturday evening and had a session with Jane.
I am assisting Jane during her dungeon sessions as a receptionist, answering calls from clients and giving them her instructions to strip to a leather g-string before she would see them. At first I became a bit annoyed at hearing the activities in the dungeon: the clanking of chains, the cracks of the whips & floggers, the screams and whimpers of her clients. Eventually I got to know some the regulars and talked to them as they waited for Jane to come out of the dungeon in her bright red corset, fishnet stockings, thigh-high boots with a crop at her side and say: “who's next!”. I could see fear build up in their expression with each crack of the whip Jane was using on some other client in the dungeon. Her clients were usually middle-aged married men who paid Jane to thrash them regularly. They appreciated her special skills as she tormented them while they were secured to the cross or the rack, wielding her flogger, whip or cane on their flinching bodies. When they were finished, most of them smiled and thanked “Mistress Jane” for her services.
Jane had Zev for her last session of the day. Recently Zev noticed the new cage we built under the spanking table and asked Jane to lock him in it. She asked me if I didn’t mind watching Zev for the night. I immediately agreed to her request not realizing that I would have a sleepless night in a darkened dungeon. My instructions were to let Zev out for toilet breaks and to lock him in the cage when he returned. I was also to wake him early and hose him down in the shower before she came into the dungeon and resumed his torture session.
Later the next morning, Jane called me into her session with Zev. She had him tied to the bench. She forced Zev to suck my c*ck to the root. Then she directed me to fist Zev. I lubed my fingers with astro-glide and stuck one in after another. Eventually his sphincter opened up and took my hand up to the wrist. I rotated my hand and felt the little lump of his prostate. I tapped on it and increased the pressure as his c*ck hardened in a solid erection. Soon little drops of cum were dribbling off the tip of his c*ck onto the floor. Jane picked up the flogger and started on his back as he began moaning and writhing. She attached a large dildo to her harness and inserted it into Zev. She scraped her nails across his back as she thrust him with the large rubber phallus.
I went upstairs and helped Mary prepare lunch in the kitchen. Jane led Zev into the room with a leash attached to his collar. She forced him to kneel under the table facing her opened legs. I served the two women as Jane picked up little bits of food and stuck in into Zev’s mouth. She stood up and lowered her underwear. She took carrot sticks and swished them around her cove and then slid them in and out of Zev’s mouth. Mary watched Jane and Zev with interest. She pointed to a position next to where she was sitting and indicated I was to kneel there. She pushed her panties down to her ankles and dipped carrot sticks into her body and then into my mouth. I had no time to get jealous about Jane and Zev as I was becoming very excited by what Mary was doing to me.
Jane stood and pulled her clothes up and led Zev downstairs to the dungeon. Mary lifted my head and kissed me passionately. We slipped into Mary's room. I tied her up the way she likes and f*cked her slowly.
I am assisting Jane during her dungeon sessions as a receptionist, answering calls from clients and giving them her instructions to strip to a leather g-string before she would see them. At first I became a bit annoyed at hearing the activities in the dungeon: the clanking of chains, the cracks of the whips & floggers, the screams and whimpers of her clients. Eventually I got to know some the regulars and talked to them as they waited for Jane to come out of the dungeon in her bright red corset, fishnet stockings, thigh-high boots with a crop at her side and say: “who's next!”. I could see fear build up in their expression with each crack of the whip Jane was using on some other client in the dungeon. Her clients were usually middle-aged married men who paid Jane to thrash them regularly. They appreciated her special skills as she tormented them while they were secured to the cross or the rack, wielding her flogger, whip or cane on their flinching bodies. When they were finished, most of them smiled and thanked “Mistress Jane” for her services.
Jane had Zev for her last session of the day. Recently Zev noticed the new cage we built under the spanking table and asked Jane to lock him in it. She asked me if I didn’t mind watching Zev for the night. I immediately agreed to her request not realizing that I would have a sleepless night in a darkened dungeon. My instructions were to let Zev out for toilet breaks and to lock him in the cage when he returned. I was also to wake him early and hose him down in the shower before she came into the dungeon and resumed his torture session.
Later the next morning, Jane called me into her session with Zev. She had him tied to the bench. She forced Zev to suck my c*ck to the root. Then she directed me to fist Zev. I lubed my fingers with astro-glide and stuck one in after another. Eventually his sphincter opened up and took my hand up to the wrist. I rotated my hand and felt the little lump of his prostate. I tapped on it and increased the pressure as his c*ck hardened in a solid erection. Soon little drops of cum were dribbling off the tip of his c*ck onto the floor. Jane picked up the flogger and started on his back as he began moaning and writhing. She attached a large dildo to her harness and inserted it into Zev. She scraped her nails across his back as she thrust him with the large rubber phallus.
I went upstairs and helped Mary prepare lunch in the kitchen. Jane led Zev into the room with a leash attached to his collar. She forced him to kneel under the table facing her opened legs. I served the two women as Jane picked up little bits of food and stuck in into Zev’s mouth. She stood up and lowered her underwear. She took carrot sticks and swished them around her cove and then slid them in and out of Zev’s mouth. Mary watched Jane and Zev with interest. She pointed to a position next to where she was sitting and indicated I was to kneel there. She pushed her panties down to her ankles and dipped carrot sticks into her body and then into my mouth. I had no time to get jealous about Jane and Zev as I was becoming very excited by what Mary was doing to me.
Jane stood and pulled her clothes up and led Zev downstairs to the dungeon. Mary lifted my head and kissed me passionately. We slipped into Mary's room. I tied her up the way she likes and f*cked her slowly.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Our Family Reunion
It was the right time for our family reunion. In the past few months, we all chased after other partners, cheated a little, argued, fought, made up and found each other again. Now it was time to celebrate our reunion. When we finished dinner Jane quipped: “you two have been so bad, you deserve a spanking!”.
We laughed when Mary said, “shall we try out the dungeon?”. We went downstairs. I stripped and Jane inserted a butt plug into me. The ladies secured me to the cross. They picked up paddles from the wall rack and alternately smacked my butt cheeks until I began to feel the pain of the paddles hitting the same area. My ass was now red and tingly. They unfastened me and tied me on the bench. Jane pulled the plug and placed a curved dildo on her strap-on harness and inserted it in me. Mary pulled a long dildo and began poking it into my mouth as Jane pumped.
After Jane tired of thrusting me, she released me from the bench. Jane and I secured Mary to the bench and paddled her butt. It didn't take too long before her but cheeks were red hot.
We released Mary and she got up on the spanking table and lied on her back. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and began to probe her lightly with my c*ck. Jane started kissing her. Soon I had inserted my d*ck fully and started f*cking Mary slowly as Jane inserted her tongue in Mary's mouth.
When we were done, we walked up the stairs. We had a few drinks and laughed as we sat on the couch. When Jane left the room to change into her nightclothes, Mary and I conspired to give Jane some treatment. We entered her bedroom and I tackled Jane and forced her onto her bed as Mary secured her wrists to the corners. We were all laughing as Jane thought this was some lighthearted fun. Mary and I began to tickle Jane. I knew she was really sensitive on her feet, so I began lightly tickling her soles. Mary tickled Jane's armpits. Soon Jane was writhing on the bed and laughing loudly.
Since Mary and I sub to Jane, we really couldn't inflict pain unless she wanted it but we figured we could torture her with tickling. It was an opportunity to release all the animosity and tension that had built up between Jane and Mary and I. After Jane was exhausted from the torment, we released her. Mary and I lied on the bed on each side of Jane and put our arms around her. We slept together that night.
We laughed when Mary said, “shall we try out the dungeon?”. We went downstairs. I stripped and Jane inserted a butt plug into me. The ladies secured me to the cross. They picked up paddles from the wall rack and alternately smacked my butt cheeks until I began to feel the pain of the paddles hitting the same area. My ass was now red and tingly. They unfastened me and tied me on the bench. Jane pulled the plug and placed a curved dildo on her strap-on harness and inserted it in me. Mary pulled a long dildo and began poking it into my mouth as Jane pumped.
After Jane tired of thrusting me, she released me from the bench. Jane and I secured Mary to the bench and paddled her butt. It didn't take too long before her but cheeks were red hot.
We released Mary and she got up on the spanking table and lied on her back. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and began to probe her lightly with my c*ck. Jane started kissing her. Soon I had inserted my d*ck fully and started f*cking Mary slowly as Jane inserted her tongue in Mary's mouth.
When we were done, we walked up the stairs. We had a few drinks and laughed as we sat on the couch. When Jane left the room to change into her nightclothes, Mary and I conspired to give Jane some treatment. We entered her bedroom and I tackled Jane and forced her onto her bed as Mary secured her wrists to the corners. We were all laughing as Jane thought this was some lighthearted fun. Mary and I began to tickle Jane. I knew she was really sensitive on her feet, so I began lightly tickling her soles. Mary tickled Jane's armpits. Soon Jane was writhing on the bed and laughing loudly.
Since Mary and I sub to Jane, we really couldn't inflict pain unless she wanted it but we figured we could torture her with tickling. It was an opportunity to release all the animosity and tension that had built up between Jane and Mary and I. After Jane was exhausted from the torment, we released her. Mary and I lied on the bed on each side of Jane and put our arms around her. We slept together that night.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
My apology
I apologize for not keeping many of you posted for so long. I'm also deeply regretting the way things have become 4 me as u may read.
Fri. night I knew I was in trouble when Mary txtd me to come home. I tried calling her but the noise of the bar where she worked made it difficult. I usually hang out with Eric & Susan Fri. eves. after work but I canceled.
when I got home, Jane was having a session with one of her clients. When they finished, she came into my room (across the hall from the dungeon) and asked if I was going 2 b around 4 weekend.
I said yes and sensed the tension between us. She led another client into the dungeon. I panicked and called/txtd or emailed everyone I knew. By then it was late Fri. eve (California time). I reached my BF, Mel, who suggested I txt Jane my pledge & do my chores really well the next day and hope 4 the best.
the next day (Sat. morning) I cleaned the dungeon early, went upstairs and saw a note from Jane 4 me. my heart pounded in fear.I thought she was going 2 tell me it was over. Instead it was a list of things she wanted me 2 do - like pick up her dry cleaning, get groceries, etc. I made coffee for us & went on the errands (I also gassed up Jane's car like Mel suggested). When I returned Mary took the food & said she would make us lunch. She advised me to continue tidying up the place and change into my leathers when I was done.
Jane, Mary & I sat down 4 lunch. We had small talk and Mary laughed occasionally to break up the tension. I could feel Jane was angry with me. At last she said, "are u going to b here today?"
I agreed. She pointed to the floor next 2 her. It was a signal 4 me 2 kneel at that spot. I moved into the position like I had done many times before. She pulled my hair and positioned hy head so I was looking up to her and said, "you have been very bad and you will have a long way 2 go b4 I will forgive u".
I felt both relieved and in dread at the same time. She wont throw me out but she probably has some intense punishment lined up for me.
"today," she said, "you will be working 4 me in the dungeon".
(more later)
Fri. night I knew I was in trouble when Mary txtd me to come home. I tried calling her but the noise of the bar where she worked made it difficult. I usually hang out with Eric & Susan Fri. eves. after work but I canceled.
when I got home, Jane was having a session with one of her clients. When they finished, she came into my room (across the hall from the dungeon) and asked if I was going 2 b around 4 weekend.
I said yes and sensed the tension between us. She led another client into the dungeon. I panicked and called/txtd or emailed everyone I knew. By then it was late Fri. eve (California time). I reached my BF, Mel, who suggested I txt Jane my pledge & do my chores really well the next day and hope 4 the best.
the next day (Sat. morning) I cleaned the dungeon early, went upstairs and saw a note from Jane 4 me. my heart pounded in fear.I thought she was going 2 tell me it was over. Instead it was a list of things she wanted me 2 do - like pick up her dry cleaning, get groceries, etc. I made coffee for us & went on the errands (I also gassed up Jane's car like Mel suggested). When I returned Mary took the food & said she would make us lunch. She advised me to continue tidying up the place and change into my leathers when I was done.
Jane, Mary & I sat down 4 lunch. We had small talk and Mary laughed occasionally to break up the tension. I could feel Jane was angry with me. At last she said, "are u going to b here today?"
I agreed. She pointed to the floor next 2 her. It was a signal 4 me 2 kneel at that spot. I moved into the position like I had done many times before. She pulled my hair and positioned hy head so I was looking up to her and said, "you have been very bad and you will have a long way 2 go b4 I will forgive u".
I felt both relieved and in dread at the same time. She wont throw me out but she probably has some intense punishment lined up for me.
"today," she said, "you will be working 4 me in the dungeon".
(more later)
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