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Friday, April 3rd, 2015

Forced Orgasms

With a little help from Pinkie, of course. He dictates, while she sits nude, upon her freshly spanked bottom with clamps on her nipples, typing…

Q: Blackie, why would you or any Master bother giving a slave orgasms, let alone forced multiple orgasms?

A: I suppose to some, orgasms are pure pleasure. They are the things you as a male must give a woman in order to get yours. Or at least orgasms are only reserved for good girls. But that sort of thinking is very limited.

Knowing how to manipulate and give — or, as I prefer to think of it — to take orgasms from a woman is a sign of your power over her. Like denying orgasms, forcing her to find pleasure when she refuses, forcing her to have so many that she’s exhausted and hurting, panting and drooling, barely able to speak or move, yet continues to come at your hand and command, that’s the power of God. Being her God. Her Lord & Master.

Women are capable of so much — multiple orgasms, of squirting, of being used over & over again — and yet most of them don’t even know what they can do! And if they do, they are embarrassed by it. (Added incentive, right?)

It takes time to know the particular individual body you are owning. But there’s great satisfaction in knowing that you are both her chastity belt and her pleasure — a pleasure that’s both physical and emotional, for she knows the humiliation that not only is resistance futile, but that her Master revels in his mastery and control of her.

It’s like anything else about dominating women, you have to teach them what they can do, what they should do, to stop thinking about limits — to forget about thinking all together. It’s not even about living in the moment, it’s about multiple, extended moments — incredibly long moments and perhaps different dimensions of existence. You can take an orgasm from her, take many of them from her in minutes — squirt too. Several times. And still keep her so sensitive that she washes in and out of orgasm, in and out of being… There are too many to count, and no point to it anyway. She’s lost to reason, but unable to be lost to sensing and feeling. As Master, you control that state, you can exploit that state. You can have her as you wish — wet, sloppy and waiting, or hard, tight and rocking — begging for it to stop, but unable to stop it, stop you or anyone else with access. You can have her screaming in pain, wounded, and still squirting, writhing on your dick, her cunt convulsing, betraying her…

There is real punishment for her and pleasure for you in taking orgasms from a woman — ask Marc, who loves taking them from the uppity bitch who otherwise wouldn’t give him the time of day!

After you sign in with your Member Master password, Blackie shares his knowledge of Pinkie, gives his tips on how to take or force Pinkie’s orgasms here.

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Monday, October 27th, 2014

Sometimes All We Do Is Watch Porn

Just because I’m a sweet little subbie who has to do nasty little things at a man’s bidding, it doesn’t mean my callers and I don’t do relatively vanilla things — like watch plenty of porno together. …Of course, while I may be encouraged to masturbate, I am often not in control of my own orgasms.

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Saturday, November 16th, 2013

Half Time Entertainment

I love passing those 15 minutes by using Pinkie as entertainment. She sure finds it humiliating to be made to come in front of an audience so quickly — and then have to continue to serve us beer and snacks.

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Friday, October 11th, 2013

I Love To Watch Pinkie Clean The House

Ah, maid service. I love make Pinkie use her big tits to scrub the floor. Sometimes I’ll bind her arms behind her back too. That way, if I feel like fucking her, her ass is already up in the air & she can’t even hold onto anything.

PS Sometimes we do this after rubbing her tits with sandpaper and using strong biting rubbing alcohol. Hey, the floor has to get sanitized somehow!

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Wednesday, October 9th, 2013

Dressing In Black

Wearing my black push-up bra, I stood with my back to Him, holding my long dark hair out of the way and grunting as He mercilessly tightened the back of the wide black waist cincher He’d instructed me to put on.

When satisfied the cincher was tight enough, He gestured for me to sit on the bed. It was time for the stockings.

I rolled one of the sheer black stockings down, then slid it on over the pointed toes of my left foot. I gently unrolled the stocking until it reached the upper half of my thigh. Then I repeated the same for my right leg. I stood up, and expertly attached the garters.

“Wear that tight black dress; the short one,” He commanded.

I pulled it on over my head & stood before Him.

“That’s not the right bra,” He said.

“It’s the black push-up bra I always wear with this dress,” I said, defensively.

“Where’s the other one?”

“I can’t wear that one with this dress!” I sputtered. “Not in public! My breasts barely stay in the bra!”

“That’s the point.”

“But, Blackie, no — I mean my areaolas can be seen if I’m not paranoid about checking them every five seconds!”

“Don’t you worry about that. I’ll keep an eye on those for you.”

I swallowed hard.

“Put. It. On.” He growled.

I scampered to my lingerie drawer, pulled out the other black bra. I slid the tight black dress off, removed the other bra, and put on the bra He wanted. I pulled the dress back on again and turned to face him. “See?” I said. “It’s ridiculous!”

“I see,” He said as he calmly strode towards me.

But that calm was all about His control; not my peril. Once he reached me, He slapped my face. Hard. “What is ridiculous is you challenging me. This,” He said, gesturing towards my chest, “is exactly what I want.”

He paused while I rubbed my sore cheek, then spoke. “I trust that’s the last reminder you need. Otherwise, your makeup won’t cover My rage.”

I nodded eagerly.

“I’m sorry,” I said. Then screwed up the courage to say, “But I though we were going to dinner — just the two of us…”

“We are,” He said. “But I want you to look ravishing. Now paint your face. All dark around the eyes — those line you make, like a cat. Your hair will be sleek, pulled back, with your ponytail up high.”

Now it was His turn to sit on the bed as I skedaddled off to the vanity and created what He wanted.

After inspecting my makeup and hair, He swung me around by the ponytail and shoved me forward. “Those shoes,” He said pointing to the black heels I could barely walk in without causing my skirt to inch above the tops of my stockings. I should have known. I slipped each foot into their high patent perches and stood, holding my breath.

He gestured for me to come to Him.

As I slowly waked towards Him, I could feel the roll of my hips pushing the tight fabric of the skirt up. My hands fluttered to my sides to tug the skirt back in place — but I stopped when I saw the look on His face. My hands fluttered back down to my sides as I finished the last two steps to stand before Him.

He looked me up & down, His eyes lingering at the near white of my exposed skin — the large swells of my breasts perched above and nearly over scooped the neckline of the dress; the bright expanse of flesh between the black of my skirt’s hem and the less dark, but more shiny, black welt of my stockings… “Turn,” He said. And I did.

I shivered when He ran his finger along the exposed flesh of the back of my thigh. It wasn’t just His touch that made me shiver; it was the knowledge that, given where He stroked, I had about an inch and a half before my bare bottom would be exposed. “Blackie…” I began. He replied, “No, this is just fine.” I recognized that tone, so I said nothing.

“Ah, jewelry…” He said. “The big silver hoops, I think. And that’s all.”

I walked towards the vanity to retrieve the earrings, anxiously paying attention to how the dress moved. It had seemed to have settled itself and no more flesh was becoming exposed. For now. As I tilted my head to the side to insert the first earring, I watched Blackie adjust his pink tie in the mirror. I put in the other earring and walked over to join him.

“This is just us tonight, right?” I asked him again. That was my way of verifying that tonight was about us — no one would join us, we weren’t going to some BDSM club or something.

He smiled and grabbed my hand. “Yes, just you and I going to dinner, love.”

[To Be Continued]

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Tuesday, March 5th, 2013

Shall We Dine In?

Once I saw this photo, I knew exactly what to do…

Nipple clamp one bitch’s nips, attaching the nipple clamp chains to the hook in Pinkie’s ass. Of course, while Pinkie squirmed from the attentions of the other bitch’s mouth, both girls would get swift yanks to their delicate parts. To amp things up, I’ll stand in front of Pinkie and face-fuck her. That’ll give ’em both lots of jolts.

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Saturday, March 2nd, 2013

Milky Humilation

A Member Master sent this in:

I want you full of milk and braless when you arrive at my office. I’ll make you wait, swollen and aching, in the waiting room before you are directed to enter the board room. Once you enter and walk past all seated at the conference table, you will walk to me. I’ll rip open your blouse and then order you to sit on the edge of the table. As the men and women get up to gather around you, I’ll ring that little dinner bell of mine and everyone will watch as you helplessly let down your stash of milk. It will spurt forth, dripping down your big tits. Quite a show!

Stare at this image and feel it. The sticky sweet milk you are helpless to stop; the humiliation you’ll feel as everyone stares at you; the anxiety of wondering how those in attendance will react.

You know how I will react.

But what of the others?

I’ll tell you exactly what will happen during our call Sunday night. Until then, cow-slut, no touching yourself. I know you are wet just looking at this. And I command you to moo your confession. But no touching until I say otherwise. I paid your Master for the assurance you would not touch and I expect you to do as you are told.

Yes, I am terribly wet. The photo alone was compelling; but your story, especially the shame of it all, makes my slit wet with anticipation for your call.

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Thursday, November 24th, 2011

Dear Pinkie… What I’m Thankful For

Dear Pinkie,

I’m thankful for all that Marc writes — knowing that as you writhe in pain and hatred, it is me who holds you there. My ownership of you, what you suffer in your commitment to me, is as good as if my arms hold you down.

Have a happy, yet miserable, Thanksgiving while I’m away!


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Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011

Milking The Holiday List

No, I’m not asking you for things *wink* I’m here to give you a quick list of recommended items to buy the milking or lactation fan on your holiday list!

For those who are satisfied (or limited to) the voyeuristic thrills of milking maids, there are two hot films…

Busty Lactations is a best of compilation DVD; 120 minutes of the “cream” of the crop of scenes and loops from milk squirting, sucking, dripping and spraying films from the 1970s, from the Golden Age of Porn, and the 1980’s, when Blackie was *ahem* a younger man.

The boys liked that one so much, they’ve now put Milk Maid on the list — and guess who gets to earn the money for the DVD? Yup, it’s me.

These films are even making Blackie re-think his usual “it’s too messy” rejection and have him considering making the fantasy a reality. Hence his exhaustive research with this last item on the lactation list: Deluxe Breast Pumping Kit!

While this won’t milk until you’re maid or hucow already has milk coming in, it will deliver pumping results. It has both nipple and breast cylinders — and a t-hose connector which allows you to use both at the same time for double the pumping! So, if she’s making milk, this will pump it out; if she’s not, she’s still going to feel the pumping action.

As if watching the first film didn’t make me squirm enough!

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Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011

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    The colors of our love... Not just our shopping, but the colors that I as a pain slut prefer to wear...

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    He was called Blackie long before I met him.

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