Whips Or Kisses

This is for real. I do not pretend that this is any less important to you than it is to me. The only games I play are those with your mind. I truly enjoy using your deepest, darkest secrets to inflict a most sublime flavor of torment. I will expect you to open your soul to me and I will plant myself deep into your psyche.

Back in the recesses of your mind reside those thoughts and dreams you try to ignore, you think are just a fantasy, but I know differently. I understand that part of you, carefully hidden from the world, is more real than you like to admit. You try to deny it, you hide it away so no one sees the truth, but it is always there and it haunts you, every hour of everyday. It is more than a craving, it is a calling, and it is your true nature. I know you. I know if we stripped all that the world uses to hold this back, family, friends, work, you would allow yourself to become what you desire: A pet, a play thing, an instrument of leisure, and quite possibly the focus of contempt, but always useful – to me.

Are you brave enough to follow this calling? Do you truly seek the privilege of service? If you are one of the lucky ones and I choose to break you, you will never escape me. This will not end when you hang up the phone. Certainly you will continue to live your life, but nothing will ever be the same. Your thoughts will frequently find there way back to me at the most unexpected moments. At work, with your family, lying in bed at night, no matter where you are, what you are doing or who you are with, I will remain in your thoughts and you WILL conduct yourself accordingly. This is not hypothetical, this is not fantasy, this is fact. You may continue to live behind that mask of respectability, but you and I will know the truth. Once you have revealed yourself to me and I have luxuriated in your weakness, you will be mine.

What is a contract?
A contract is an agreement between a Dominant and submissive which outlines each participant’s rights and responsibilities. These contracts can be very specific, detailing such things as required duties, limitations, and punishment, or they can be quite general, depending on the needs of the couple. The important thing is that it is something you both can live with for its duration.
How long does it last?
Contracts can be stipulated for any length of time. One hour, one day, a month, or open-ended, depending on what the couple desires. Most offer a cancellation clause, should circumstances arise where one or both parties no longer desire to be bound by the contract.
Why is it important?
One of the things that causes most D/s relationships to fail is a misunderstanding over the expectations each has in the relationship. Surprises such as, “I didn’t know he’d want me to do *that*” or “She never told me she didn’t like *this*” can be avoided. Signing a contract provides a framework within the boundaries of which each can live and develop the bond of trust so essential in any relationship. Sitting down and spelling it all out in black and white can save a lot of disappointment and frustration later.
Contract
Sample
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(This contract is only an example of what such a document may contain and is most likely a bit too severe for the average D/s couple. Each couple must negotiate their own contract and incorporate the things that are agreeable and important to them.)
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Mistress & slave “Slavery” Contract
Term of Contract   This contract shall become effective on  ______  and will be reviewed in 90 days for changes.
1.0.0 Slave’s Role
The slave agrees to submit completely to the Mistress in all ways. There are no boundaries of place, time, or situation in which the slave may willfully refuse to obey the directive of the Mistress without risking punishment, except in situations where the slave’s veto (see section 1.0.1) applies. The slave also agrees that, once entered into the Slavery Contract, their body belongs to their Mistress, to be used as seen fit, within the guidelines defined herein. The slave agrees to please the Mistress to the best of their ability, in that they now exist solely for the pleasure of said Mistress.
1.0.1 Slave’s Veto
The slave, where appropriate, holds veto power over any command given by the Mistress, at which time they may rightfully refuse to obey that command. This power may only be invoked under the following circumstances, or where agreed by both Mistress and slave:
a.    Where said command conflicts with any existing laws and may lead to fines, arrest, or prosecution of the slave.
b.    Where said command may cause extreme damage to slave’s life, such as losing their job, causing family stress, etc.
c.    Where said command may cause permanent bodily harm (see 4.0.0) to the slave.
d.    Where said command may cause psychological trauma to the slave
2.0.0 Mistress’s Role
The Mistress accepts the responsibility of controlling the slave to do with as she sees fit, under the provisions determined in this contract. The Mistress agrees to care for the slave, to arrange for the safety and well-being of the slave, as long as she owns the slave. The Mistress also accepts the commitment to treat the slave properly, to train the slave, punish the slave, care for the slave, and use the slave as they see fit.
3.0.0 Punishment
The slave agrees to accept any punishment the Mistress decides to inflict, whether earned or not.
3.0.1 Rules of Punishment
Punishment of the slave is subject to certain rules designed to protect the slave from intentional abuse or permanent bodily harm (see 4.0.0). Punishment must not incur permanent bodily harm, or the following forms of abuse:
a.    Blood may not be drawn at any time. Punishment must stop immediately if blood is drawn
b.    Burning the body
c.    Drastic loss of circulation
d.    Causing internal bleeding
e.    Loss of consciousness
f.    Withholding of any necessary materials, such as food, water, or sunlight for extended periods of time
4.0.0 Permanent Bodily Harm
Since the body of the slave now belongs to the Mistress, it is the Mistress’s responsibility to protect that body from permanent bodily harm. Should the slave ever come to permanent bodily harm during the course of punishment or in any other slavery related activity, whether by intention or accident, it will be grounds for immediate termination of this contract, should the slave so desire. Permanent bodily harm shall be determined as:
a.    Any damage that involves loss of mobility or function, including broken bones.
b.    Any permanent marks on the skin, including scars, burns, or tattoos, unless accepted by the slave.
c.    Any piercing of the flesh which leaves a permanent hole, unless accepted by the slave.
d.    Any diseases that could result in any of the above results, including sexually transmitted diseases.
5.0.0 Others
The slave may not seek any other Mistress or relate to others in any submissive way without the Mistress’s permission. To do so will be considered a breach of contract, and will result in extreme punishment. The Mistress may accept other slaves, but must consider the slave’s emotional response to such actions and act accordingly. Under no circumstance should the Mistress allow such actions to unbalance the slave emotionally, or allow such actions to result in ignoring the slave.

The Mistress may give the slave to other Mistresses, provided the rules of this contract are upheld. In such a situation, the Mistress will inform the new Mistress of the provisions stated herein, and any breach by the new Mistress will be considered a breach by the Mistress as well, subject to all rules stated in this contract.
6.0.0 Secrecy
All physical evidence of the slavery will be kept in total secrecy, except where both Mistress and slave agree. Any violation of this clause shall be cause to terminate this contract, should the injured party wish it.
7.0.0 Alteration of Contract
This contract may not be altered, except when both Mistress and slave agree. If the contract is altered, the new contract shall be printed and signed, and then the old contract must be destroyed.
8.0.0 Termination of Contract
This contract may be terminated at any time by the Mistress, but never by the slave, except under special conditions explained within this contract. Upon termination, all physical evidence of the slavery, including this contract, will be destroyed, and all materials and belongings shall belong to the Mistress, to be shared or kept as she sees fit.
9.0.0 Slave’s Signature
I have read and fully understand this contract in its entirety. I accept her claim of ownership over my physical body. I understand that I will be commanded and trained and punished as a slave, and I promise to be true and to fulfill the pleasures and desires of my Mistress to the best of my abilities. I understand that I cannot withdraw from this contract except as stated in this contract.

Signature:____________
9.0.1 Mistress’s Signature
I have read and fully understand this contract in its entirety. I agree to accept this slave as my property, and to care for them to the best of my ability. I shall provide for their security and well-being and command them, train them, and punish them as a slave. I understand the responsibility implicit in this arrangement, and agree that no harm shall come to the slave as long as they are mine. I further understand that I can withdraw from this contract at any time.

Signature:____________

“Let me please you,” he responded, eyes moving up to look at me. Under short little spikey bangs. I could even see him swallow. “With my mouth.” I smiled. Finger moving to his lips. “And so it is.” He kissed it. The tip of my finger. Gracious. Eager. I almost felt sorry for what I was about to do. Almost. With his mouth. And so, it shall be. He reclined on my bed. On his back. Vulnerable. His wrists strapped down, spread far from his body. His ankles, still in those boots I find so irresistible, spread equally, locked down. A tight black t-shirt. Black jeans. A belt — hanging open a little, the buckle silver. And a tight black velvet blindfold. His eyes protested when I brought it out. But I said, softly, “All you need is your mouth.” And he nodded. Swallowed. Closed those innocent eyes. And was gone. Spikey little bangs hanging over black velvet. I paced, watching his body growing accustomed to the restraints. I watched, because that is what I like to do. I watched, like a stalking beast, looking over what I would soon have. My fingers moved over his chest once. His head moved in response. To the side, in short– timed — jerks. I imagined dripping water over his body. Or hot wax. I imagined him naked, vulnerable. I imagined giving him oral sex that would make him cringe, plead and beg. I imagined making him suck off each of my fingers. One. At. A. Time. Each time, longer than before. Hissing orders into his ear. Faster. Deeper. Wetter. Masturbating as I did. Sucking my own fingers clean. Tasting it. Instead, I watched. When I saw his hips move — just slightly — I knew it was time. He could hear the buckles of the device. His head turned toward me as I sat next to him on the bed, moving the device around in my hands to determine which end was which. Unfastening the buckles, I listened to his breathing. Felt him moving on the bed. His lips were parted, eagerly. My eyes peered over, my hands moving through latex buckles. “Open a little wider for me, baby. Let me see that tongue of yours.” He parted his lips, opening wider, let his tongue find its way out. Licking. Teasing. I was watching him now, not watching the evil contraption in my hands. Not feeling, anymore, the long black cock. The smooth, cock-shaped rubber. How it was attached to a strip of latex that would soon cover his mouth, riding tightly all the way up under his nose. The other side of it. Nearly eight inches of cock itself, more durable, rigid. Standing straight up. The side I would mount. Fuck. Right on top of his face. And he knew nothing. “You want to please me with your mouth?” I asked him. “Yes,” his response came at once. Eager. So innocent. “Then open wide,” I ordered. And he did. Even though he was blindfolded, I could almost see it behind the velvet. Eyes shut tight, wincing, wondering, gasping, choking. He shook his head instinctively when the rubber cock-shaped device invaded him. “Shhh…” I said, hoping he would hear me above his own choking, whimpering, betrayed gasps. “Trust me,” I whispered, leaning to his ear to breathe to him, distracting him as I locked the straps tightly. Buckling the cock securely into his mouth. And only if you could see me, now, I thought, straddling his chest and hiking up my skirt. I wasted no time. My hands were in his hair. Both of them. I looked down at him like he was some — some 20th century fuck toy. A device, in himself. That hair, hanging down, now damp with a little sweat. The gag locked tightly in his mouth. A nice, 7-inch cock extending up from his gagged mouth, glistening now as I stroked it, slowly, with lubrication. Maybe he smelled the scent of it. Maybe he felt the way my hips were moving suggestively on his chest. “I’m about to fuck you,” I said. Hissing, I imagine, because I was aching with desire. My pussy grinding, already, against the fabric of his t-shirt. I knew he could feel how wet I was. How hot I was. “You…” I hissed. “You have this big, thick cock sticking up from your face. I am going to sit on you. Sit on your face, do you understand? I am going to fuck you. I am going to cum on your face. You will feel it. You will feel it, because the harder I plunge myself down onto you, the deeper that cock will get shoved into your mouth.” He whimpered. It was a priceless, audible whimper. “I am masturbating, right now, on your chest. Getting myself ready.” My words, breathless, distracted him. I could tell. As I moved my fingers under my panties I saw him squirming, more now, and I studied him. Studied my prey. I eased my panties down. I eyed that cock I would soon mount. I though how helpless he must feel, unable to speak, to see. Knowing he was about to be fucked like an object. “You wanted me to use your mouth,” I hissed, leaning over, brushing my lips over his ear. “And I am.” To torture him, more, I moved my wet fingers under his nose. I held him still with my other hand, a fistful of hair, and made him inhale my scent. His whimpers sounded like half-sobs of frustration. “You want to be licking me, don’t you?” I asked. He did not respond, so I tightened my grip and growled, “DON’T YOU?” He nodded, nodded and whimpered a little. “Maybe you will get lucky, ” I said to him. “Maybe a trickle of me will find its way down under that latex, into that gag. And you will see how good I taste.” He was turning his head a little, disoriented, desperate. I used both hands to hold his head still. “Don’t move. I am ready now.” A slight whimper. I raised myself up. Opened my thighs above his head. Only if he could see me, I thought. And felt it — the tip of that cock, sticking straight up and waiting for me. I teased my lips with it for just a moment, eyes closed, holding the headboard now for leverage. I moaned, softly. I could hear the jingling of straps as he pulled at his wrists and ankles, knowing better than to move his head even an inch. I felt the cock filling me, slowly, and I opened my mouth and let out a gasp. Sliding. Deeper. I moaned. And then I felt his hair tickling the insides of my thighs. A blur. Mostly. I fucked him that way, slowly at first. Then gaining momentum, holding the bed for leverage, plunging myself down onto his face — as it was — feeling the latex of the cock filling me again and again. Dripping, soaking. My pussy coated it, and soon the wetness dripped down, slowly, almost reaching his lips. And when I looked down at him, momentarily, I almost felt sympathy for him, so used. Reaching under with my fingers, I felt the aching wetness of my sex. I tasted it myself, and I told him how good it tasted. I told him to hold still for me. To remain as he was — my fucktoy. And I came. I came right on top of him, grinding my hips in a slow, circular motion. Fully penetrated by the cock that extended from his face. Came so hard that my juices coated his nose, his hair was sticky now. Holding his hair between my fingers, breathing hard. Leaning against the headboard to keep me up. And I could hear his breathing. Feel it brushing against my thighs. And even though I had just cum, I longed to feel it between my legs. Against my pussy. His tongue, deep inside me. Breathing hard, I slowly slid off of the large latex cock that filled me. I lowered my body onto him. I could feel his chest heaving. He felt so alive. My fingers found way to his hair. My eyes were still closed. I wondered, then, if he had the energy to do it again. This time, though, with his tongue. Looking at him, trapped in his darkness, unable to speak. I knew. And as I unlocked the strap that held the gag in place, I was already wanting it again. And he would have no chance to even speak once the cock was pulled from his mouth. e fucked like an object. “You wanted me to use your mouth,” I hissed, leaning over, brushing my lips over his ear. “And I am.” To torture him, more, I moved my wet fingers under his nose. I held him still with my other hand, a fistful of hair, and made him inhale my scent. His whimpers sounded like half-sobs of frustration. “You want to be licking me, don’t you?” I asked. He did not respond, so I tightened my grip and growled, “DON’T YOU?” He nodded, nodded and whimpered a little. “Maybe you will get lucky, ” I said to him. “Maybe a trickle of me will find its way down under that latex, into that gag. And you will see how good I taste.” He was turning his head a little, disoriented, desperate. I used both hands to hold his head still. “Don’t move. I am ready now.” A slight whimper. I raised myself up. Opened my thighs above his head. Only if he could see me, I thought. And felt it — the tip of that cock, sticking straight up and waiting for me. I teased my lips with it for just a moment, eyes closed, holding the headboard now for leverage. I moaned, softly. I could hear the jingling of straps as he pulled at his wrists and ankles, knowing better than to move his head even an inch. I felt the cock filling me, slowly, and I opened my mouth and let out a gasp. Sliding. Deeper. I moaned. And then I felt his hair tickling the insides of my thighs. A blur. Mostly. I fucked him that way, slowly at first. Then gaining momentum, holding the bed for leverage, plunging myself down onto his face — as it was — feeling the latex of the cock filling me again and again. Dripping, soaking. My pussy coated it, and soon the wetness dripped down, slowly, almost reaching his lips. And when I looked down at him, momentarily, I almost felt sympathy for him, so used. Reaching under with my fingers, I felt the aching wetness of my sex. I tasted it myself, and I told him how good it tasted. I told him to hold still for me. To remain as he was — my fucktoy. And I came. I came right on top of him, grinding my hips in a slow, circular motion. Fully penetrated by the cock that extended from his face. Came so hard that my juices coated his nose, his hair was sticky now. Holding his hair between my fingers, breathing hard. Leaning against the headboard to keep me up. And I could hear his breathing. Feel it brushing against my thighs. And even though I had just cum, I longed to feel it between my legs. Against my pussy. His tongue, deep inside me. Breathing hard, I slowly slid off of the large latex cock that filled me. I lowered my body onto him. I could feel his chest heaving. He felt so alive. My fingers found way to his hair. My eyes were still closed. I wondered, then, if he had the energy to do it again. This time, though, with his tongue. Looking at him, trapped in his darkness, unable to speak. I knew. And as I unlocked the strap that held the gag in place, I was already wanting it again. And he would have no chance to even speak once the cock was pulled from his mouth.