His men are sooo submissive!
His women are sooo dominant and sooo naughty!
I love his girly/boys! I love the bondage! I love the breaking of men as only Chris Bellows can write about.
It's enough to make a girl aroused!
What do you think.
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I've communicated with submissive men but invariably they scurry away like little rabbits.
They love my talk of dominance, my expert advice yet if I say something wrong or something that offends THEM they are gone!
How not very submissive of the them. Yet I listen to them are how they like CBT, they like denial.
The submissive man is truly a perplexing character.
Most glorious ladies,
May I be so humble as to ask that a Link be posted to Chris Bellows work? I admit that I have not heard of him, or read anything by him that I know of, but would like to.
Thank you.
And Goddess Jane... I won't scurry away.
Curt
A GODDESS' job is to make a soul contented and bring satiation to him.
GODDESS WILL TRY, Curt.
http://thechrisbellowsbedtimereader.blogspot.com
He talks about his books and his life.
GODDESS J.
I simply don't know what to do to do a link.
BTW: Do you like my burgundy suede stillettos with the ankle strap?
They make me feel very tall...and you very small.
You may lay prostrate at my feet and put your head on them.
Nighty night!
GODDESS J.
The eroticsm of the unsuspecting, innocent virgin boy -trapped by circumstances with no control over his life as a submissive to stern women. Chris Bellows brings these erotic boys to life; but they really lived in ancient times.
More valued than females, their beautiful bodies were prized by other men.
Timeless beauties like submissive men of to-day.
So many varieties.
Why do I like submissive men? They have a genteel psyche that is easy to like and easy to love. They are beautiful inside. They are tender and strong. They are not wimps. On the contrary they are strong for me. In a way they lead me and allow me to lead them.
Does that make sense? It does to me.
this submissive at least is in awe of the Feminine and finds profound satisfaction in pleasing...in other aspects of life he is strong and determined...in interacting with the Female, he prefers to be directed and led.....he is grateful for Your tenderness and understanding
I find that very sexy in a submissive. Strong on the outside, but inside it belongs to me.
Thinking about it one would have to be s strong and determined man - a real man, to be submissive. A man who knows his destiny, who knows what he wants, a leader, a man who wears two sets of clothes. The suit he wears hides a the cock ring in his boxers - ooooooooh what a picture I have given myself...I think I will sleep tonight.
Such creatures...submissives..
you have put it so nicely...."the suit he wears hides the cock ring..."
now my pretty, how is it that You can drift off to such blissful sleep but leave Your poor beast throbbing in restless wakefulness?
hmmm?
I can drift off to sleep because my beast is throbbing in restless wakefulness....you will wait...for me....however long it takes...my will be done.
once again, the unassailable truth of Your position leaves one breathless....and craving Your presence and attention.....yearning with great unappeased appetite.....
Another little mouse has scurried away.
It isn't easy being me.
The 'unappeased appetite' of the submissive male is it's weakness - but my strength. That appetite for domination that goes hand in hand with the thirst for submission keeps him coming to the table for the bounty that only I can offer.
My bounty is UNDER the table for those with 'unappeased appetite.'
My boots will fill his stomach.
I find his descriptions of the sissy boy and the girly/boy or the castrated boy/girl to be arousing. He can remake these boys into something different but still sensual in their torment, sexual in their denied orgasm, still sensual as a eunuch.
CB can give them jiggly girly breasts and little skirts and to me they are still sexy.
being under Your table only makes my appetite stronger....i crave the guidance that You will provide....i ponder the source of O/our entwined urges and needs
My guidance is the leash I am holding attached to you. My need is the slave collar you wear.
it pleases me that my being collared fulfills a need...of Yours
I love the many different forms of display of subservience of the male body.
My favourite is the male on fours with knees rreeeaaalll wide so that his penis is almost touching the floor, his head it down and his rump is up...the view from behind is beauty itself, with everything hanging down. Then to see a cock ring or piercing is the icing on the cake.
well given that sentiment, i guess W/we'll have to dispense with that 18 inch rule....in order to fully please You, one needs to spread real wide and make sure that whatever dangles, does so in a manner that provides You maximum access........
Only in my blog! You will do as I say....won't you?
..and wouldn't it be interesting to hang some weights from those balls..they would probably clunk on the floor!
"You will do as I say....won't you?"
surely You know the last two words don't belong.....
weights...Thy will be done.
Surely you know you are impertinent!
Are we an English professor now animal? This again is a question that needs no answer from animal.
it hopes that it has not offended its' Superior.....the animal remains silent....it did not mean to assume a station higher than....its' place
You are impertinent to me, then hope it doesn't offend me, and then says it didn't mean to assume a higher position than me!
Talk about topping...!!
Perhaps you would like to tell Mistress what to do now.
in the context of what it believed was a conversation, it was "teasing"....
in the context of whatever it is between T/them, his answer to Her question is: "No, Mistress."
it lowers its' head....and hopes that She will understand his wish to apologize....humbly....he understands his need and desire to be controlled by a firm Female hand...Hers.
You need humbling. Bend over filth.
already on fours, Her animal places its forehead on the floor and raises its' hindquarters, bent at the waist as per Her directive...
We tie your balls,
Around and around we go,
Then pull them through your backside,
Just so.
Then I take my foot and push,
And down you go.
She yanks my sac,
I drop to ground
With pain i'm wracked
Her joy profound
She stands by his head in high-heeled strappy sandals. Unbuckle with your teeth and remove them. You may now worship at my feet you animal.
his teeth worry the thin leather strap between the buckle affixing one golden sandal to Her right foot...other teeth bite into its' member....an animal, unable to control its' reaction to proximity with Her feet
You will control your reaction or you will be put in the basement in a cage for a time.
chastened, he renews his efforts to suppress his urges while continuing to remove the sandal orally...
With one sandal removed she commands him to lay on his back. She steps onto his chest with her bare foot. She carefully takes her other foot and holds the sole to his face. Lick.
while he had hoped when commanded to roll over that She would command him to worship Her bare foot, instead, he faces the bottom of a leather sandal....he extends his tongue, and laves the dirt and grime off the bottom.....a debased beast forever bonded to this Mistress
Well done. She throws off the sandal and place her foot over animal's face making sure he arch is within reach of his tongue. Lick.
the bouquet of Her unclad foot is intoxicating...he reverently extends his tongue, and enthusiastically laves it....
I pull my foot away. "Open animal." He does and her toes go into his mouth. Suck.
he reverently sucks Her toes and licks their undersides....does it tickle?
"yeesssss, I feel a tickle somewhere else too."
I put my feet on either side of his head and crouch down in front of his face, almost sitting on his neck.
he almost swoons....the pungent, exciting scent of Her pudenda, just a few scant millimeters away, Her heat radiating...Her nether hairs tickle his nose...
Tongue - Out - Now - animal
his favorite command....he extends his tongue to its' fullest length...another part of him "extends" in anticipation of the service about to be rendered
I am in heaven!
and i am at Heaven's gate!
touche
such a huge tongue...such a huge member...I close my eyes and revel in the service rendered.
i tease, taste, swirl....and revel in the delicious tension of Her body in response.....
I am mad with arousal as his tongue laves the inside of me. I am wet. I grab my tits, rub them and pretend it is him. I throw my head back and moan knowing my long hair will tickle his groin. I am starting to move on this tongue.
My sanity is slipping away replaced by arousal. I can't stop the animal's tongue.
Her groin thrusts at my face....i greedily lap it all up, and attempt to swallow all of Her...the ends of Her golden mane torment my bound genitals as i thrust and snake my swollen tongue deeply within Her.........
clit moves rapidly now over my face and then the body falls foreward resting on her arms...but still thrusting hard and fast.
i recline below Her as the swollen lips of Her vulva lubricate my face....i enthusiastically and reverently stoke Her Female heat with my laving tongue...
As the beasts tongue works it's magic I explode...and still the tongue moves rubs and licks. I lay across it's face panting.
"Clean me up, animal."
with pleasure!
Her juices cover my face....i enthusiastically run my tongue across all Her genital region (and beyond), gathering whatever nectar was overlooked (or slipped past) during my ministrations.....
She gets up slowly, pulls him up roughly by his collar and leash.
Thank you animal. Now get back in the cage.
services apparently complete, he crawls back into the cage and awaits the "click" of the lock.....
I open the door to the cage and throw in my sandals with orders for him to clean them and lock the cage door.
CLICK.
i pick the left sandal up and rub the bottom against the wires of the cage....the strap and platform i lave with my tongue....then repeat with the right....i dry and polish both to a shine with my chocolate mane....
The pony slave, the pony boy, the pony man are forms of total submissison and subjugation for men. Picture the man now a beast, an animal under the complete control of a whip-weilding stern female. she cracks the whip on his ass and he pulls her in the cart.
The beautiful ass beckons and the whip heads the call.
Mistress and slave
Owner and animal.....a male appropriately subjugated and in thrall to the Female who holds title to him....the crack of the whip spurs me to renew my efforts and pull...and pull....and pull....
humbly pull...
Pull like the animal beast you are. This is the kind of work for pony slaves. this is the kind of world it should be. A naked male goes to work for a clothed female.
i strain forward, gritting my teeth and flexing my legs as the weight of Mistress and carriage resist....my loins, unable to be touched by me are free and jut dramatically away from my body....i hear Mistress's giggle, and the whistling of Her whip....
The loins, the hard bouncing cock. The downfall of the pony boy and the ecstasy of the Mistress. That's why God put them on the outside of a man's body. For our pleasure.
such an awful and sublime moment in time....a male animal conveying it's Owner, suffering fatigue and the sting of Her lash....to hear Her giggle, and to imagine Her smirk....my unsheathed (and untouched) penis engorged with hot blood bobs in chaste frustration....hopelessly lusting after its' Mistress
Yes pony slave. Lusting after something you will never have she says as the crop leaves another welt on his ass.
my despair and desire commingle....She is a Goddess, how i yearn to be worthy.....
Yearning to be worthy makes for a good pony slave. Yearning to please your mitress, makes for a good pony slave. Yearning always yearning pleases Mistress. As you yearn so I urge you on with my whip on your ass. Such a nice ass.
the lash leaves another mark....and my gluteals strain as i continue to pull, breath rasping....in my mind's eye i can see Miss Jane smiling as She watches the roll of my buttocks in the rhythm of the pull of Her carriage
Such a good pony slave. Such a good ride. Such nice round firm buttocks. Another flick of my crop on his ass.
i feel the welt rise on my buttock....i know that Miss Jane can whip much harder, therefore i must be pleasing Her....i swell with a small pride and strive to labor harder....for Her
Here's another hard slash with my crop. Please swell again with pride.
the crack of the whip as it meets yielding flesh....an animal in pain...laboring to please its' Owner....i sense the smile on Her face as She draws the whip back again....and again....
You sense correctly pony boy. I smile for every lash on your ass.
i strain to move the carriage....Her girlish laughter mocks me as the whip cracks again and again
and the carriage moves.A pony slave. so submissive too.
he humbly submits to the will of his Owner/Superior
He really has no choice.
I find the feminized boy, the helpless boy under the stern control of an adult like a mother or aunt to be very arousing. Sometimes I imagine i am the father punishing and humiliating my boy
A thick bit always helps
a thick bit is an almost compulsory tool with which to subjugate the recalcitrant young male....
lowering him (it) to the level of a horse seems standard operating proceedure......
j
And then there comes the bridle surrounding your head in leather. Pulled tight. You favourite part. With a ring at the back of the head for tethering you.
She encases my head in leather bridle, pulling it very very tight, then places a thick bit between my teeth....the reins are threaded through the steel rings abreadst each cheek....Mistress now controls my head and subsequent movements utterly....
I unsheath you. Your cock springs to life. I rub your balls and stroke your cock. A pony boy can never be too hard. ;>)
this ponyboy would almost (almost!) prefer the discipline of the sheath....to be free and fully aroused, yet helplessly knowing i will not be allowed relief is an agonizing state....
Yes it is! But you are not in charge of your cock pony slave. And therein is the glory of being a domme. To watch you bounce that hard, dripping cock and be unable to touch it, to whack off.....just let it bounce and drip! Thank you ponyslave.
"the glory of being a Domme...."
and the ignominious fate of being a submissive.....
"You own me....my genitals....i sob in frustration and despair....please please please grant me release, sweet release....."
You know my answer pony boy. You are not permitted release. I like to see you dripping, bouncing, wanting, longing and of course begging.
"Denied." pony slave.
the studs bite deeply within me....i am almost in despair with frustrated desire.....She owns me, controls me.....i desperately want and need release....and yet....it is She that will decide/deny.....
i kneel at Her feet...
......a whisper.....
"but Mistress......why?..."
because I can and it pleases me.
at Your feetl i lick fervently....and hope to find favor....
I pull out your tongue and step on it. This is the favour I do you. I push you over with my foot and laugh as you land on your ass.
i crawl back eagerly and begin to lick and suck again....
I step back and push your face into the dirt with my sandal. I then stand on your back
i remain motionless as the heels of Your sandals press deeply into my ribs
I step off and crouch down and sit on your back. Rise up pony slave.
i rise savoring the full weight of You....nostrils detecting a scent from where Your flesh connects with my back and neck
You feel my spurs dig into your hips.
and respond in kind....the delcious power of Your dominance.....i thrust forward, hoping to be spared the bite and sting of Your whip.....
You can thrust forward or stand still, you will still feel my whip! It is MY pleasure alone.
CB is the master of creating dominant women IMO. I have never read anyone else who compares with his level of utter cruel and vicious dominance over a man.
How I have often wished to be that woman in his books.
I slap my pony boys' ass and dig in my spurs. The sound, the feel of flesh under between my legs. the submissive male carrying me!
CB is really subjugating the male and turinghim into a beast of burden.
Men are nothing but beasts of burden.
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