Black and White ~ Ready

You knew I liked leather. Now, I think that’s what attracted you to me in the first place. You thought I wasn’t like the average woman and maybe, just maybe, I’d be open to those things you think about when you’re all alone at night.

Last month when you finally confessed all your dirty little secrets to me, I was a bit taken aback. But I meant it when I said I would think about it, and I have. Now I’ve been doing some internet research, and I’ve been finding out what all of your desires really entail. I’m not sure how many of them I’ll actually like. But I’m interested enough to give it all a try.

This collar is the first of many things I’ll be buying for our exploration. I’m ready. Are you?

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This is your last chance. If you’re really up to this, then crawl toward me and submit to my will. Go on and take a few minutes to decide. I don’t want you trying to change your mind later.

–Miss Ari ^_^

 

Black and White ~ Punishment

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Darling, if you didn’t know what to say you should have asked or not said anything at all. I get that you’re nervous to be at this party with such a beautiful woman like me but do not embarrass me in front of my friends again! Now when we get back out there, I want you as charming as ever or you won’t be allowed to worship my feet tonight. Got it?

Yes Ma’am.

Good boy.

Black and White ~ Discipline

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She really wasn’t kidding when she said that she was going to get serious about his discipline. He was sure that she would be in a good mood today. She went to that fancy brunch with her friends that she’d been talking about all week. And he supposed that she was still in a good mood and yet she didn’t hesitate assign him a punishment.

She said they would still have their play time later that day. And that of course the punishment wouldn’t wait. She said he needed this and he deserved this.

He hung his head and entered the room thinking that the weight of her gaze would crush him into dust.

He should have just done his chores like he was supposed to.

–Miss Ari ^_^

Black and White ~ 1

22115f0a5aec6769d57e71c4cfd776d8 I know I haven’t been here lately. I’ve been over here a lot. But I’m not gone! And, in an attempt to get back on a schedule, I’ll be posting a black and white FemDom photo about every Friday accompanied by my comments or perhaps a poem. There’s something just so alluring about a black and white photo especially one as powerful as this. Beautiful legs just perfect for hosiery and an obedient boy at her feet, right where he belongs.

–Miss Ari ^_^

Be Careful What You Wish For (Short Fiction)

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I watched his face carefully. His eyes were closed tightly and his breathing was labored but he remaining as still as he could. I knew he expected more, but I also suspected that he would not be able to handle any more. I rubbed my hand over his red flesh and he flinched for the first time.

“That’s enough.” I said softly. This wasn’t a punishment, after all. This was only to show him what would happen if he were to disobey me.

He looked up at me confused for a moment.

“That’s all for today. You took more than I thought you would. Were you counting?”

He nodded slowly.

“How many?”

He thought for a moment, then he took a breath. “Twenty-two?”

“Is that a question?”

“No. It… it was twenty-two.”

I sat my implement down and walked around him slowly. “Are you sure? It wasn’t Twenty-four? What about twenty-one?” I could see him hesitate for a moment.

“Umm…”

“Maybe we should start over? Then you can count again. Do you want to change your answer?”

“No, Ma’am. It was twenty-two.”

I smiled at him. “Very good.”

I stepped back until my legs touched the edge of the bed and I sat. “Come here.” I curled my finger at him.

He got to his knees slowly and crawled over to me. I received him taking his face into my hands and pulling closer kissing him deeply.

I broke the kiss.

“Yes.” He whispered.

“Yes, What?”

“Yes I still want to belong to you.”

I smiled. “I wasn’t going to ask.” I said. “I’ve asked you enough and I believe you now. I’m deciding for myself that you belong to me and there’s no going back. You know that don’t you? You’ll never be the same again. I own you totally and completely; every part of you is mine now.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Of course, Ma’am.”

“Do you like belonging to me?”

“Yes, Ma’am. It feels so good to belong to you. I wish to never leave your side.”

I smiled that sadistic smile that he loved. “Be careful what you wish for.”

–Miss Ari ^_^

 

P.S. I’ve recently created a second blog where I’ll be posting more personal stories and fun happenings from my current relationship: Here.

Is it wrong?

Wrong? Don't be silly, darling. Does this feel wrong to you?

Wrong? Don’t be silly, darling. Does this feel wrong to you?

Well, what do you think? Because a majority of the people that ask this are not asking whether it is really wrong, but they are asking what they should think. They do not think it is wrong but society tells them that they should.

I don’t blame them for being skeptical. Skepticism is a critical part of surviving. So maybe, by popular definition it is weird. Maybe it doesn’t fit in too well; maybe it’s wrong, but it feels so good doesn’t it?

Your body screams for my dominance.
Your skin craves my caress.
Your heart yearns to be enveloped in the sound of my voice, no matter what the command.
Your very bones tremble as I leave.
Your mind surrendered long ago.
But it doesn’t matter because you trust me to think for you when you cannot think for yourself.

It is not ignorance that you live in. It’s not power craze that fuels me.
It is our essences folding together where they belong.
Your submission is bliss.

And at the end of the day, if we are apart, we are still together. Aren’t we?

You can still feel my hand entwined in your hair.

Is that wrong?

I don’t think so.

 

–Miss Ari ^_^

We Like to Lay Together (fiction)

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We like to spend time together. I demand it at least once a day.

It’s so wonderful for us to enjoy each others company this way, but my husband has a very low attention span.

I decided very early on that he would have to learn to be patient and remain still when I find it necessary. But I still don’t know if he has learned. I bought the ropes to train him, but now I like them too much and I still keep him in them. I like the helplessness that he displays when I tie him to one of the bed posts. When his legs and arms are restrained and cannot move, he cannot decide what happens next. He can only look at me to try and figure out what I am thinking. What I want. His eyes watch the gestures that I make. He knows what will happen if I go to the closet; that’s where I keep my box. He knows that if I leave the room, I will probably not come back for a few hours. Most times I’ll just lay on the bed with him, though.

We like to lay together. It is so fun to tease him when we lay together, too. Often times I’ll let my feet play over his naked skin and watch as he shivers. I trace down his neck and chest with my finger nails and smile as he shudders. I caress him and am always pleased when he trembles and moans. He’s just so amusing to play with!

Sometimes I release him while he is still panting and needy and I send him out of the room to do some chore. Sometimes I get my satisfaction first.

But most times I keep him all night long, because we like to lay together.

–Miss Ari ^_^

 

For stories from my personal relationship, see my other blog.

A Man That Provides (A Poem)

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With snow white bows, and soft pretty faces,
And I’ll swear to you over and over again,
Than I can’t possibly be any different than them.

They desire a mate that’s strong not lame,
And to some extent, I swear I’m the same,
They prepare and train and work all their lives,
In order to gain a man that provides.

If I set my standards to a scale of ten,
Manners would appear again and again,
I would not stand for ill manner or rudeness, besides,
A girl only wishes her man would provide.

I’ve picked out his duties, his jobs and more,
I will need him able, to complete the chores,
He must be obedient and provide patient features,
And if he were docile, that wouldn’t hurt either.

For the best results, I guess I must lead,
But it will be quite easy indeed,
He’ll learn when to shut his mouth to survive,
I want nothing more than a man who provides.

So don’t you see? It’s not much that I ask.
I believe I’ve requested the simplest task,
These submissive men are in large supply,
It is easy to find man that provides.

–Miss Ari ^_^

 

This poem was inspired in part by my own experiences of hearing what was desired around me and thinking that I wanted the same thing. And of course, I could say that I want a man that provides just like the other women but, I never really did want what they want. My ideal man provided different things than theirs did. I think a lot of women are like this. They are holding back and trying to fit their wants and their needs into the empty spaces of societies puzzle, but sooner or later they will find that it doesn’t work.

And when that day comes, it will all make sense.

–Miss Ari ^_^

When You do Something Different…

tumblr_lvp9cchgoe1r0t12to1_500When you do something different, It effects more than just you.

When you do display feminine confidence, you are automatically an icon; a pure treasure.

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When you wear something different, you are setting an example. 

So whatever you wear, make sure that it looks good; but more importantly, make sure that you wear it confidently.

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Don’t be embarrassed to carry yourself like this.

Be the feminine example that in needed in this world. 

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Don’t hesitate to demand this,

Be an educator to the onlookers.

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Don’t be afraid to desire this,

Challenge other men to experience submission for themselves.

To be different can be unnerving. You should expect the pressure.

Don’t be afraid to be different.

Just make sure you do it right.

–Miss Ari ^_^

 

Tell Me About Your Dominant Side

If I kept my dreams a secret, I would surely explode, for, my dreams are often larger than I can bare!

If I kept my dreams a secret, I would surely explode, for, my dreams are often larger than I can bare!

I once spoke with a friend who wanted to know why I didn’t have the desire to submit in a relationship; After a brief explanation, the next request was ‘Tell me about your dominant side’.

The assumption here was that my dominance was a side, or an option, something that I needed to tap into whenever I had need of it. It never occurred to me that it could be a side. For me, It was never a side. It was my core, and it was hidden behind societal values until I realized that I could let it out. This is different than if it had been like a coin. I would be capable of flipping it from side to side whenever I felt like it, but one side of a coin can only consist of half the coin. The other half must always have its share.

The dominance coin may be useful to some women, who are uncomfortable with being dominant. With this concept, they are able to turn off their dominance and ‘fit in’ to the stencils that they have been raised with. 

But I bet, the stencils bring pain, and I bet conformity is a miserable peace. 

It is certainly something that I am no longer willing or able to do.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not suggesting that a dominant woman is totally dominant all the time. It is impossible. As a citizen of any country, a dominant woman abides by the laws, and perhaps even as a daughter, a dominant woman may behave less dominantly in the presence of her mother out of respect. A dominant woman will not resist submission in stewardship to what she holds valuable, But a dominant woman will NOT take a submissive role in order to gain friends or make those around her more comfortable. 

So my dear friends, I can not tell you about my dominant side, because it is not a side. It is a life style, it is a personality, it is a thought frame. It doesn’t turn off, or go away. It is not curable or a result of a bad child hood.

It is natural and it is me. And I LOVE me!

–Miss Ari ^_^

I’m Taking You With Me

Will you follow, or are you too afraid?

Will you follow, or are you too afraid?

You’ve made a terrible mistake, My darling.

For being so good at these things that I ask of you. For knowing me so well after only a few short months. It was a terribly wonderful mistake because now I’m taking taking you with me.

It is not a question, My dear man,

but if it were, I know your answer would be “Yes, Miss!”, so it is actually better for me to simply tell you that I am taking you with me.

I am going to so many wonderful places,

Some I may just visit and some I may stay a while, but each one will be grand. I am going to the end of the earth and (perhaps) back. And you don’t have to say anything, My sweet, for I know that you will follow me all the way. And that is why I’m taking you with me.

I am so happy to see how confused you are now.

We will count the days together until you finally see the glory of what I have allowed of you, treasured slave. What I have allowed now that I’m taking you with me.

Don’t worry about your inexperience, though. I already know of it and I am willing to teach you when I take you with me.

Don’t worry of the key to your new silver collar, My beloved. We will mot need it now that I have decided that I’m taking you with me.

Don’t worry of what others will think, My pet, none of their opinions will matter anymore when we get started.

And don’t worry that I will become bored of you, My pet.

I have bought fair for an endless journey seated left of my desires and right of my passions.

And aren’t you so glad that I’m taking you with me?

–Miss Ari ^_^

At the Feet of an Angel (a short story)

I found this image a few days ago, and I knew that I had to do something with it.

I found this image a few days ago, and I knew that I had to do something with it.

He knows his place, On his knees at five am

It shouldn’t be long now, The rays of the sun are already peaking up at the horizon

And here she comes, His heart beats fast and his folded hands tremble

He forces his gaze to the ground, But he doesn’t need to see anyway

He knows the image like the back of his hand.

She was short really, but from his point of view, she is tall. Her hair was long and dark, the opposite of her milky complexion. Her clothing was always white, like the angel she was, and it was always off by the time she entered his apartment. She glided through the open sliding glass doors. As soon as the porch was no longer beneath her feet, her long white skirt fell away. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her.

Working the buttons of her blouse with her slender fingers

Morning light poured over her frame, softening the edges of her silhouette

She stepped closer to him, Standing before him, and he was at her feet

He could feel her watching him, His skin sizzled with the desire to see her

To see her long legs encased in the white pantyhose, 

To see the small tuff of black pubic hair hidden beneath the material,

But he knew better than to look. She rubbed the toe of her heel against his hair gently. The heel was made of clear materials, and made it look as if she were walking on the air. He leaned his face over to her foot and kissed it once, then twice. Again and again he kissed her, alternating from one clear high heel to the other. Until he felt her shift.

She lifted her foot and he slid her shoes off, as slowly as she taught him

She stepped away form him and he followed her down the hall, on his hands and knees

She was faster than he was this way, and when he finally caught up he couldn’t help himself

He let his eyes travel over her curvy frame, draped across his couch almost nude

When his eyes met hers she frowned impatiently, and he lowered his gaze feeling ashamed. His Angel only comes when she can, how dare he waist her precious time with his wondering eyes. He knelt by where she lay and she took his head in her hands, gently guiding him downward. She was right, he thought, the sun was almost up and he did not have very much more time

He began at her feet, like he always did.

Using his hands, using his lips

Easing the tension from her skin, pulling the sadness from her core

From her lips escaped soft sighs, each sigh that came out of her went straight into him

They filled him with desire and need and urgency

But all he showed was the gentleness that she had taught him

He planned and planted each kiss on her nylon clad legs

He caressed and massaged her soft flesh

Forever, it seemed, for eternity it felt like, his lips never left her 

Soft sunlight poured in through the window as day broke

His heart felt heavy, as his kisses began to miss

There was nothing that he could do, though, this is just how it was

He stayed at her feet for as long as he could, but it was inevitable

She was fading, but he told himself that she would be back, of course she would

She would return.

He kept kissing until his lips touched the cushion of the couch, and he sighed opening his eyes to find her gone.

He stood, feeling hollow in his own home. Feeling unlike a person, unlike a human, he felt like air.

As air he floated back to the sliding glass doors and found nothing on the floor. Every evidence of her presence was gone now, it almost felt as if she was never there.

But he knew that she was. He could feel it,

And he knew that she would return, he could feel that also.

He could feel that he would once again be where he belonged, at the feet of an Angel.

–Miss Ari ^_^

Romantic Domme

"Oh, my dear slave, of course I know that it is your birthday. I got you a 'gift', and it's bitter sweet, just the way I know you like it. What's that dear? Why, yes, Mistress knows that you love her."

“Oh, my dear slave, of course I know that it is your birthday. I got you a ‘gift’, and it’s bitter sweet, just the way I know you like it.”
“What’s that dear? Why, yes, Mistress knows that you love her.”

A while ago, I wrote a post called what kind of Domme are you? Humorously enough, as a result of this post, I got asked the question, “What kind of Domme are you?”

I am not a complicated type of person, but I am complex. I like what I want, when I want it and one of the things that I want a lot is romance.

In my mind, the romantic type of Domme is the type of Domme that craves a connection between her and her submissive. Emotion and mood are large factors in her ideal type of ‘play’. She wants to see her submissive react to what she does to him.

This type of Dominant Woman is unlikely to want a mindless slave who has no boundaries and no feelings toward the events or progress of the relationship. She wants to see that he has fears that he overcomes for her; she wants to see that he has opinions that are influenced by her; and she wants to see that he has a heart that is captivated by her slightest touch.

The Romantic Domme likes to spend time with her submissive. She would sooner have him sleep curled at her feet, than in a cage in the corner. This type of woman likes for him to learn her likes and dislikes so that he can know how to please her at any moment in time. 

The romantic Domme also behaves more possessively and likes to show off her submissive. She likes to go out to dinner, or walk in the park, or take him with her when she goes shoe shopping. 

To the romantic Domme, time spent together is more important than what is engraved on her new paddle–or on any toy, for that matter. Because it’s not about the toys (torturous or not), its about the beauty that is found within the scene, and the passion that manifests in this ‘abnormal’ relationship.

Yes, I know that this post now sounds a bit cheezy, but to a Romantic Domme, Its about the romance.

–Miss Ari ^_^