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ORIGINAL: AAkasha
Two men tying each other up for the pleasure of their dominant partner. She is not present in the story, so no need to describe her or her body or sexuality.

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ORIGINAL: msub1000

I intended this for the Femdoms around, but everyone is welcome to chip in,

Describe to us (in hot steamy details)..... The most memorable, and powerful experience that you have ever had in a D/s relationship?

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ORIGINAL: msub1000

Hmm this just Backfired ....Incredible, I am actually speechless.
deal...ill write about the 3rd point, I could probably have an easier time writing, while envisioning myself in that situation. i probably wont get it done right away, maybe a day or two. Hopefully you guys will enjoy.

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ORIGINAL: msub1000

I intended this for the Femdoms around, but everyone is welcome to chip in,

Describe to us (in hot steamy details)..... The most memorable, and powerful experience that you have ever had in a D/s relationship?

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ORIGINAL: msub1000

The most memorable, and powerful experience that you have ever had in a D/s relationship?

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ORIGINAL: msub1000

Hmm this just Backfired ....Incredible, I am actually speechless.
deal...ill write about the 3rd point, I could probably have an easier time writing, while envisioning myself in that situation. i probably wont get it done right away, maybe a day or two. Hopefully you guys will enjoy.

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ORIGINAL: LaTigresse

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ORIGINAL: msub1000

I intended this for the Femdoms around, but everyone is welcome to chip in,

Describe to us (in hot steamy details)..... The most memorable, and powerful experience that you have ever had in a D/s relationship?

It was a 'steamy' hot, late July, afternoon. Not even the slightest breeze to cool the sweat on Dude's brow (or other bits). The thermometer on the side of the garage said 97 degrees. It was in the shade and didn't take into consideration the humidity, which was around 70% or more. The garage felt like an oven. A very hot, steamy oven.

Bossy Bitch pulled down the farm lane in her old Dodge truck. Behind it was a trailer loaded with hay, as was the bed of the truck. She backed the truck and trailer up to the open garage door. Bitch was CRANKY. She'd had to pay far more for that hay than she wanted to. Dude had an insulated mug of iced water waiting for her.

Even though it was hotter than Hades, both were dressed in jeans and long sleeves to protect their skin from the hay and with gloves to protect their hands. It didn't make the work any less steamy.

Off to the west, dark storm clouds loomed. No rest for the wicked. The hay must be unloaded before the rain came. For over an hour, Dude helped BB unload and stack those bales of hay into a garage that was over 100 degrees, even though it was not his hay, not his horses, and he was not pleased that the hay was going into the same garage as his precious iron 'horse. He could have been relaxing in the air conditioned house, leaving Bitch to take care of her own hay. But Dude loved the Bitch. So he stayed in that steam oven of a garage, helping unload and stack 120, 70#, bales of hay. Sweat pouring off both of them, hay getting into, and sticking on, places hay should never be. Especially for a guy with a severe allergy to poison ivy. (there tends to be a fair amount of poison ivy in the local hay).

Dude didn't just haphazardly fling the bales either. He meticulously stacked them, all the way to the beams of the garage. Making sure that both his, and the BB's car, could still get into the garage. When they were finished, Dude helped clean out the trailer, park and unhook it. Then, after both parties had showered and decontaminated for ivy, Dude took the Bitch out ice cream.

Mother nature is an evil cunt.......the rain went around the little farm shared by Dude and the Bitch.

That's the hot steamy sort of D/s I've got going on atm. It fucking rocks.

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It was a 'steamy' hot, late July, afternoon. Not even the slightest breeze to cool the sweat on Dude's brow (or other bits). The thermometer on the side of the garage said 97 degrees. It was in the shade and didn't take into consideration the humidity, which was around 70% or more. The garage felt like an oven. A very hot, steamy oven.

Bossy Bitch pulled down the farm lane in her old Dodge truck. Behind it was a trailer loaded with hay, as was the bed of the truck. She backed the truck and trailer up to the open garage door. Bitch was CRANKY. She'd had to pay far more for that hay than she wanted to. Dude had an insulated mug of iced water waiting for her.

Even though it was hotter than Hades, both were dressed in jeans and long sleeves to protect their skin from the hay and with gloves to protect their hands. It didn't make the work any less steamy.

Off to the west, dark storm clouds loomed. No rest for the wicked. The hay must be unloaded before the rain came. For over an hour, Dude helped BB unload and stack those bales of hay into a garage that was over 100 degrees, even though it was not his hay, not his horses, and he was not pleased that the hay was going into the same garage as his precious iron 'horse. He could have been relaxing in the air conditioned house, leaving Bitch to take care of her own hay. But Dude loved the Bitch. So he stayed in that steam oven of a garage, helping unload and stack 120, 70#, bales of hay. Sweat pouring off both of them, hay getting into, and sticking on, places hay should never be. Especially for a guy with a severe allergy to poison ivy. (there tends to be a fair amount of poison ivy in the local hay).

Dude didn't just haphazardly fling the bales either. He meticulously stacked them, all the way to the beams of the garage. Making sure that both his, and the BB's car, could still get into the garage. When they were finished, Dude helped clean out the trailer, park and unhook it. Then, after both parties had showered and decontaminated for ivy, Dude took the Bitch out ice cream.

Mother nature is an evil cunt.......the rain went around the little farm shared by Dude and the Bitch.

That's the hot steamy sort of D/s I've got going on atm. It fucking rocks.

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Meh.....sorry, that's just a typical summer scene with My "vanilla" husband. You forgot to mention the beads of sweat slowly winding their way down his bare, darkly tanned back, or the swelled veins sticking out like branches along his biceps and forearms as he threw the heavy bales up into the hayloft...or the way his sweat made his jeans cling to his muscular thighs, or the way his storm-green eyes matched the hay chaff caught in his dark blonde hair.
I do love watching men at work.
--MM

(in reply to GreedyTop)

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ORIGINAL: AAkasha


Since this kind of request is common but often "hidden" in other veiled attempts acting like it's for information, maybe you could indulge us an instead give the femdoms some fodder material and send us something to "wank off" to. But before you write anything about a latex clad dominatrix with a strap on and focus on all the typically male-obsessive angles, focus instead on things that are likely less enjoyable for you to write, but probably more appealing to your femdom audience, so we know it's not self indulgent.

For example:

1 - Two men tying each other up for the pleasure of their dominant partner. She is not present in the story, so no need to describe her or her body or sexuality.

2 - Fan fic: Eric and Bill from True Blood in a bondage/sex dream - surprise us regarding who is the "top". Make it realistic.

3 - A 100% solo piece about waking up bound & gagged by a man, not a woman - focus on fear, surrender, helplessness and the desire for freedom and uncertainty about your captor and his intent, and how objectified you feel.


Can't wait!

Akasha

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ORIGINAL: MAINEiacMISTRESS


Meh.....sorry, that's just a typical summer scene with My "vanilla" husband. You forgot to mention the beads of sweat slowly winding their way down his bare, darkly tanned back, or the swelled veins sticking out like branches along his biceps and forearms as he threw the heavy bales up into the hayloft...or the way his sweat made his jeans cling to his muscular thighs, or the way his storm-green eyes matched the hay chaff caught in his dark blonde hair.
I do love watching men at work.
--MM

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My point is, that it IS a typical day in my house. I wasn't paying attention to where his sweat was dripping or how his jeans were fitting. I was too busy whiping the sweat from my own brow, bitching about the mixture of sweat and hay in my cleavage, and getting the shit work done.

Dude doesn't HAVE to help me with ANYthing regarding my animals. He doesn't even like the horses and thinks they are nothing but money pits. He also doesn't expect me to ogle his muscles, comment about what a good boy he is for doing the work, or to do anything to, or with, his dick as payment in return for his efforts.

He does it because he enjoys doing things for me.

AND.........in case you missed the subtlety of it..........I wrote that to poke fun at the OP. I may be wrong but I suspect he was hoping for something a lot different. See, I have a thing about not serving putzes looking for whank fodder.

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ORIGINAL: NiceButMeanGirl

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