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My Magazine > Editors Archive > Exotic Stories > Presents = Priceless!
Presents = Priceless!   by Cleo Dubois

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Her long-awaited private visits to His leather dungeon were the highlight of her sexual life. Married, with a hot lover and a devoted female submissive, she let out in her submission to Mark a secret side of herself that still had the power to surprise her.

Dominant was her general mode of operation and she was really good at it. Like a hawk she paid attention to every detail as she took those she played with on journeys they could not thank her enough for. She had no trouble receiving worship on her terms, but when she, the almighty sadistic Top, got on her knees, she found it a real challenge to give up control. A good masochistic bottom she could be. She could take a lot, but give it up? A tall order she struggled with!

So here she was, once again on her knees with the task of unlacing His boots, taking them off, undoing His belt, opening each button of the 501 classic jeans He liked to wear at the start of their play, taking off His pants and of course putting His boots back on and lacing them properly, just the way He did them himself, with the laces neatly tucked under the top of the impeccably shiny footwear. She let out a loud sigh. OK, she was going through the motions, but “do I really have to?” was what she was asking herself. Of course He noticed her struggle. In a calm voice He said, “Girl, when my ‘boys’ attend to my boots in the dungeon, they honor the power of that simple ritual I enjoy. What is all that fussing about?”

She took a deep breath, centered herself and all of a sudden she got it. The simple service He asked of her was a gift. A mutual gift: the door to her surrender. She focused all her attention on the task at hand wanting to please Him…and then she realized how fucking turned on she was on her knees, ass in the air, fingers neatly lacing up the thin leather cord through the grommets.

There is a place where dominance and submission is a mutual gift, an energy dance that feeds our primal hunger for acceptance, devotion and pleasure.

I stand in front of Jade. Our eyes are locked. We breathe together deeply. She waits. She knows I am about to pounce like a cat on its prey. She stifles her screams as I suddenly yank the clothespin zippers off her breasts, radiating shockwaves of pain out of her eyes in a torrent of fire. Her thin body jerks, her eyes still focused on mine as she lets in the searing sensations. “Kiss me,” she says. I step closer to her. “What did you say?” Her voice drops an octave into a primal growl, “I want you to kiss me now.” I grant her request and our kiss seals the energy of our sadomasochistic exchange.

There is place where consensual sadomasochism is also a mutual gift.

Once I witnessed my friend Master Bert receive a flogging from his devoted slave nadine. I was surprised. Later he simply said, “I sometimes like to fly and when doing so consider myself a Dominant masochist, not a switch.” I most certainly can relate as at a party recently, I gave my trusted submissive Sam the honor of flogging me. I challenged her to do so while wearing my new pair of handcuffs! Pink ones, no less! Her favorite color!

Another mutual kinky gift of the playful kind!

On TV and at the mall we are constantly led to believe that newer, better and more goods equal more pleasure. How about more and deeper orgasms? Here in San Francisco sex educators offer workshops about G-spot and prostate massage, teaching the intimate gift of penetration.

The first time I was fisted I saw stars, I cried, had multiples orgasms and felt that I had finally gotten home, truly one with the universe. Really. I felt truly connected to the man with small hands who so skillfully entered me. To this day I cherish that intimate ritual. I know many Mistresses who have trained their submissives to gift them with their hands.

Sophie is one of these; a good bottom and versatile servant in my community. I know her and her Mistress well enough to ask if she could share her experience. “Most of all, I want to please Her; Her smile lights up my world. My Mistress patiently guides me with clarity and compassion and treats my mistakes as opportunities to learn. When She first instructed me in the fine art of fisting, I was nervous as hell, eager and enthusiastic. She was clear that she would guide me all the way, from how much lube She needed and when She needed it to exactly what to do with my hands.

She had me sit comfortably in front of Her opened legs as She relaxed on Her leather sling. I soon learned that slowly and ever more lube was essential to this most intimate of rituals. She ordered me to breathe with Her, deep and slow. As I slid fingers into her, I felt her open. Fire and heat in the midst of softness drew me into Her power. Gazing in Her eyes, I felt for Her G-spot and with a “come hither” motion from the inside, I slid my fingers back and forth until I felt her cunt grab my whole hand, enveloping it in a passionate embrace that pulled me in to my wrist! It was pure magic to me. She then reached for Her vibrator on the side table, turned it on near Her clit, right above my right hand which started to buzz as well. ‘Draw your fist in and out,’ She told me, ‘more out than in, faster,’ She instructed. ‘More.’ Suddenly, Her orgasms grabbed my fist over and over, drenching us in pure ecstasy.”

There is a place where pleasure is the biggest gift we can give each other.

Do you want more pleasure, more connection this coming year? Are you willing to communicate with your partner in a way where you both really hear each other’s needs? Are you willing to prioritize time, make sacred time for more intimacy to be yours? Modern life and all its demands know how to get in the way of exchanging the gifts that matter most: our time and energy in all the rituals of play we know we crave deep down.

With my sincere wishes for peace and pleasure,
In leather pride, with heart,

Cleo Dubois
www.sm-arts.com






When not writing for ALT, Ms. Dubois enjoys mentoring couples in private, guided play at her SF Bay are dungeon. You'll find her couples page at:
www.sm-arts.com/coaching/index.html

Winter Schedule:
- Discover the dark side of your eroticism with Cleo at One Taste SF on Thursday, December 13, 2007! Learn how to talk about it and explore it safely. Come discover the fantasy of power play and your erotic imagination.
http://onetastesf.com/ot/ot_calendar/index.php?m=12&y=2007

- Erotic Dominance Weekend Intensive for Dominant Men & Men Who Switch
February 9-10, 2008 in San Francisco
Hands on Training! Class limited to 9
Dominate with presence and passion!
Teachers: Cleo Dubois and Eve Minax, with the assistance of Selina Raven
www.sm-arts.com/intensives/men.html
www.sm-arts.com/intensives/form-men.html

- Erotic Dominance Weekend Intensive for Dominant Women & Women Who Switch
April 5-6, 2008 in San Francisco
Hands on Training! Class limited to 9!
Gain the confidence you need to make your scenes soar!
Teachers: Cleo Dubois and Eve Minax, with the assistance of Selina Raven
www.sm-arts.com/intensives/women.html
www.sm-arts.com/intensives/form-women.html

For updates go to: www.sm-arts.com/upcoming.html