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On Creating Erotic Memories As a Dominant male, I have had the...

On Creating Erotic Memories

As a Dominant male, I have had the good fortune to enjoy wonderful relationships over the years with submissives across a range of ages, personalities, and circumstances. With every experience - I have come to see each girl in my mind as memories and images of interludes that make me crave. Every girl is unique, and every craving grows more and more pronounced as a relationship develops.

This photo from an anonymous follower would be an excellent example. She knows my penchant for "fuck-me" heels, knows how much of an ass lover I am, and knows this pose allows her to present herself in a most erotic way. I trace the beautiful lines of her body in my mind, and I smile as I think of all the decadent, diabolical things I will do to her.

Submissives - remember to enjoy each and every interlude with your Dominant. Fall into him and allow your body to respond in the most natural way possible. This will create the visual memories I describe.

Dominants - never hesitate to instruct your submissives on the poses and sensations you love. Your erotic hungers will cause her to fall into you and give up herself in the most delectable ways. This will build as you journey forward and you will create more and more amazing visual memories.

Dance on the fringe of darkness - and let the music take you away.

On A Girl Kneeling. Nothing can quite compare to the sight of a...

On A Girl Kneeling.

Nothing can quite compare to the sight of a beautiful submissive kneeling before me. This photo reminds me how the right girl in the proper position can make my chest swell with pride, my heart soften, and my cock stiffen as I take in her erotic beauty and crave her flesh.

Kneeling is an important part of the dance, and it is a protocol I teach. There are many different ways to kneel and present to a Dominant - and I have my favorites - depending on my mood.

"Protocol" means many things to different people. To me - protocol serves as a set of guidlines for a girl to know exactly how to conduct herself in specific situations. This becomes important in a girl's journey, as protocol can help her "shake off" the vanilla world and fall more effortlessly into the dance on the fringe of darkness. I instruct, I guide, and I provide feedback. Most girls love protocol, because it gives them specific focus on tasks they can master, provide a means to please me, and gain both positive feedback and rewards.

I use protocol when my girl greets me. Before I enter a room, I will have instructed her on the position I wish to see her in. If I am particulary hungry, I do not require her to kneel. I simply have her assume my favorite position for presentation on the bed, face down and ass up, aligned so I can see her beautiful ass and nether regions as I enter the room.

However, if I wish for her to experience a more complete dance on the fringe, I will have her naked, kneeling, and waiting where I can view her as I enter. If she has access to her leather cuffs, she will have donned them. If she is collared to me, she will have her collar in her outstretched hands. She will naturally cast their eyes down as she waits.

When I enter, I approach and greet my girl with a whisper in her ear. I will offer sincere compliments if she is looking particularly beautiful. I then trace my fingers across her body to feel if her skin is soft and supple from the application of lotion after her shower.

I next trail my fingertips across her ass, breasts and nipples, watching her draw in her breath and whimper softly as I go. Finally, I direct my fingers downward to her pussy in order to inspect and assure she is smoothly shaven. I caress every inch of her nether region, allowing my fingers to slick up against her lips as I go.

If she is completely smooth, I will again whisper in her ear….

"mmmmm…..gooooood girl. Perfect."

And then - the next part of a protocol she has come to love. I stand directly in front of her, bend, and whisper in her ear…

"you may now greet me properly, girl"

As she fumbles with my zipper in her eagerness to greet me, I see the smile on her face and the hunger in her eyes.

This is one of the most touching aspects of the dance - on the fringe of darkness.

With my gratitude to my friend babygirl-d - who provided this photo

On Caring I have commented often on this dance on the fringe of...

On Caring

I have commented often on this dance on the fringe of darkness. Any BDSM relationship represents a very special part of my life, and any girl who shares in my joys becomes a permanent part of my heart. Some more than others, and a few take time to find their place.

I have had disappointments. The reasons may be different, yet each feels like an unfinished dance. I can remember the music - hear it swell - and then - nothing. Nothing to connect the experience in my heart.

I strive to be a strong, caring Dominant. If I find a girl who intrigues me, I take the time to get to know her wants, needs, fears, hopes, hungers, passions, and desires. I ask about her past, and seek to understand her present life and the challenges she faces.

Above all, I try to understand a girl's aspirations. I learn her triggers and/or personal turmoils so that I can better lead her in the dance. I tell her I expect her very best - in all she undertakes in her life.

As I come to know a girl better, I give of myself in the dance. I want to bring her forward on a journey of discovery, and I try to make every experience joyful. I do my very best to support her, despite the challenges of distance and/or life circumstance. I am there for her - even if it means foregoing my own pleasure in order to support her.

If I am successful in my relationship, my girl will feel me everywhere. She knows my whisper, feels my touch, and draws from this as a source of comfort and inspiration in any challenge she faces. While any girl I choose is strong and capable on her own, I still offer my hand.

This is not "play" for me. I do not leave my cares or my Dominance in the bedroom. Doing so would make me feel half the man I want to be for her.

Yet - a BDSM relationship does not rely only on a Dominant's cares. While any submissive who gives of herself pleases me greatly, a caring submissive completes me.

Why? I am not perfect. I make mistakes. I have feelings. I get hurt, and I am sometimes brought down by challenges I face.

I sometimes yearn for a simple expression of my girl's cares, despite her own challenges. Sometimes all it takes is a quick phone call or a loving note. Something that lets me know she feels me and extends herself to me out of respect, love, and caring.

This is the most beautiful and touching part of the dance.

On The Breaking of a Bond. This lifestyle is replete with strong...

On The Breaking of a Bond.

This lifestyle is replete with strong images and metaphors. We talk of leather, cuffs, whips, chains, and collars. And when we find the equal but opposite half to our coin, we form bonds. Intense bonds - heralded by a collaring, and followed by a sensual journey, complete with intimate cares and decadent dances on the fringe of darkness.

Yet, for all the intense language and graphic descriptions, a BDSM relationship is strong only if both halves devote their energies and their attentions in equal parts. Should a promise be missed, a care not extended, or respect not given, a seemingly strong bond can suddenly feel like a crystalline latticework.

I have had the pleasure of intense bonds in my life, and the vast majority of my experiences were loving, caring relationships filled with wonderful memories. Any parting was always treated with love, respect, and an appreciation that one (or both) needed to set off on a different path.

For all those glorious memories, it takes only one sadness to remind me just how fragile a bond can become. Hopes and dreams become as shattered as a collar - once treasured - and ultimately meaningless in release.

Cherish your bonds. Honor each other. Love your dance on the fringe of darkness.

On Temptation It is no secret I love highly intelligent,...

On Temptation

It is no secret I love highly intelligent, beautiful, talented women who are constantly in control for most of their waking hours. When I take a girl like this into a BDSM relationship, I do my best to impart a sense of respect, protocol, and ritual in the journey that lies ahead. After many open-ended discussions and explorations, I uncover her wants, needs, hopes, fears, hungers, and desires, and I gain a true appreciation for where she needs to go. Once I have this insight, I proceed with conviction.

I once asked a particularly beautiful submissive a simple question as we began our journey.

"What do you crave?"

She answered without hesitation…

"I crave having you take me out of here… taking me to a place where being in control, having power, having to make decisions are no longer an option. There is freedom in that, and that is what I want from you"

We began our time together - and I soon introduced her to my requirement of not touching without permission. This same girl, who craved relinquishing power and control, recoiled and blurted out…

"WHAT?"

I smiled and explained how her pleasure now came from me - as did her orgasms. She protested, claiming it would be impossible for her to comply, how self-pleasure was just too much a part of her.

I smiled again and related how she had fallen into a solitary life of self pleasure, and described how it had become almost mechanical. I told her she most certainly knew the most efficient path to climax - to feel as if she had taken the "edge" off. Her silence was my acknowledgment.

She implored me to relent and allow some freedoms. She claimed touching was like a reflex action in times of desire as she lay in bed or showered. She related her high libido and her insatiable sex drive. I listened attentively to each carefully articulated point, and said…

"No touching without permission."

Girls like this are not accustomed to being told no. With her beauty, she could have any man she desired. No doubt she had made a mini-career out of wrapping men around her little finger. She asked why I was being so cruel - using every bit of persuasive charm she could muster.

I responded simply.

"You need to go without in order to fully appreciate joy at my hand. Every time you refrain - you will build your craving for the pleasure I give. If you do - you will experience amazingly intense, rich orgasms with me - whenever I allow you to touch or cum for me. There is no alternative - you will respect my wishes and make me proud with your sacrifice"

She retorted…

"How do you know I can do this? How do you know I won't pleasure myself when you are not here and not tell you?"

And I replied…

"I know simply because I have required this of you. I chose you. I trust you. And I know you will comply."

She fell silent - like a sharpshooter who had just run out of ammunition. We did not discuss it again. And our relationship blossomed - growing richer and deeper with each passing day.

One night - after she had cum for me four times in the span of two minutes with shivers, tremors, and gut wrenching cries, I gathered her up against my chest. I listened to her breathing subside, felt the pounding in her chest slow to normal, and whispered in her ear….

"Do you remember asking why you should resist temptation?"

She smiled, snuggled deeper into my chest, and said….

"Yes, I do. And I have never felt such incredible pleasure as I do at your hand, for you. Only for you."

I love this dance.

With thanks to an anonymous follower for these poses.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2013

On Arousal In a BDSM world which can often focus on edge play...

On Arousal

In a BDSM world which can often focus on edge play and dramatic scenes, I find it refreshing to reflect every now and then on the sensuality of the dance.

My oft-repeated refrain is simple - I aspire to fuck a girl's largest erogenous zone - her mind - long before I lay a finger on her. I challenge myself to do this with complete focus on her cravings and her arousal. In this manner I can peel away vanilla layers and reach her erotic core.

Arousal is a complex phenomenon. Some aspects are very easy to read and understand. If a girl's pussy is dripping wet - she is clearly aroused. But the dance can be subtle - with the most intimate cues often overlooked.

Consider this submission by an anonymous follower. Her erect nipples telegraph her arousal in a most beautiful manner. Yet - notice the way she presents her breasts. The arch in her back reveals a yearning for touch - for lips - for teeth. She is offering herself - and hopeful of the response she will elicit.

A strong Dominant has a superior (and possibly innate) ability to detect the first nuances of arousal and carefully nurse glowing embers into a raging inferno of wanton lust. To do so - he must unconsciously process all visual elements, listen for audible responses, use touch to bring forth additional stimuli, delve into taste and smell, and draw out feelings with an empathic sensitivity.

If he is successful - he will make time and place slip away from his girl. She will become conscious only of his presence. Her entire world will close in and become a serene space in which he will envelop her. She will soar in this intimacy, and her arousal will be the element that drives her.

Can this ability be taught? Is it nurture - or nature? Ironically, I am currently developing an interactive workshop to determine just that. I welcome any feedback and comments which might help me make it a most enjoyable experience for conference-goers.

Come dance - on the fringe of darkness.

On Patience When Craving. Given my love of a girl's lines...

On Patience When Craving.

Given my love of a girl's lines and the ways a beautiful ass can stir my desires, imagine my pleasure in receiving this submission from a follower who wishes to remain anonymous.

In my training of a girl. I enjoy creating an insatiable hunger in her and then teaching her patience. For me - this is the proper way to bring a girl forward and give her an amazing journey.

Consider this. I seek intelligent, beautiful, talented, strong girls. I find them largely unsatisfied with their prior relationships and craving a natural, sensual Dominant. Indeed. These women have historically had relationships with less Dominant men who will do everything in their power to bed them. Sadly - this type of behavior only causes a girl to lose interest and find their partners unfulfilling.

The right girl yearns for me to take the time to explore her wants, needs, hopes, cravings, and desires - prior to any physical interaction. I take the initiative, and as I explore her, I am able to peel back the layers and protections of her erotic core. Once I have her trust and her transparency, I have the key to her desire.

To bring her forward, I must then release her submissive hungers and teach her how to crave and beg without shame or embarrassment This gives her both the ability and the trust to express her desires. As she opens up and feels her deep desires manifest, she will burn with need for MY ministrations.

Once a girl craves like this and expresses herself freely, I teach her patience. I might have her kneel and wait for my cock. I might bind her and allow her to watch me move about the room and rummage in my bag for implements of sexual torment and carnal pleasures. No matter the situation, she will always find herself craving me more.

By employing patience and causing a girl to contemplate her cravings and desires, I am able to link her completely to me. If successful, she will wet with any interaction, whether it be opening a message, hearing my voice, kneeling before me, or feeling my touch. She is mine - and she is elated to finally hunger and crave me to the point where she can let everything go - and fall into me.

I hope I am able to give you a sense for this dynamic - because it is the essence of the dance on the fringe of darkness…

On Discipline and Humiliation A naughty girl will get caned....

On Discipline and Humiliation

A naughty girl will get caned. She will experience the white hot explosion of light as each stroke sears across her brain. She will feel her body shudder and recoil while her toes curl in response to her torment. And she will appreciate the erotic humiliation of feeling her ass summarily plugged - with simple office supplies if Sir wishes.

Imagine the flush on her face - bright enough to challenge the flush on her ass - as she bends and poses for a picture of Sir's work.

I don't like disrespectful, naughty girls. I deal with transgressions immediately. Never in anger. Never with vengeance. I remain firm, but calm. I have my girl fall into my strength and never feel forced.

After all, I am not a sadist…..smiles.

With my thanks to a beautiful, erotic follower who wishes to remain anonymous.

On Corner Time I have posted on this topic previously, but this...

On Corner Time

I have posted on this topic previously, but this pose from a follower who wishes to remain anonymous moves me to comment again.

Corner time is a mind fuck experience all its own. Depending on what a Dominant wishes for his girl - he can transform a corner time experience into a blissful descent, a learning moment, or a period of required reflection and contemplation of infractions and/or wrongdoing.

Simple, yet elegant. Take a beautiful submissive, strip her, have her face the corner, put her on her knees, blindfold her (for best effect), bring her head to the floor, and bind her.with any method you choose. Put her in her place. Figuratively and literally.

Then, simply step away and go about your day. Remain within earshot for most of your time. Go out of earshot for periods as well.

For maximum effect, make sure to have deliveries brought to the door, pretend people are entering, or simply invite friends over for a drink. You may entertain your guests in the next room, with them never knowing about the dripping, panting girl next door, or you can invite them to watch a film or have a meal in the same room. Be as decadently diabolical as you like.

As for teaching moments and reinforcement, bare handed spanking, flogging, and paddling are all excellent options. You may do this at your whim, always whispering reinforcement and underscore the learning moment or transgression being addressed. You may also invite your friends to help out with spankings or floggings as she drips and whimpers, her humiliation only serving to drive her arousal.

When you finally release her from corner time - be prepared to offer complete aftercare. A blanket, water, reassuring compliments on her behavior and her acceptance of what you have had her endure. Snuggle her into bed next to you and have her recap how her ordeal almost became an out-of-body experience. Never forget to bring a sense of closure and catharsis. She needs this more than anything.

Corner time can be a most deliciously decadent. intimate dance - on the fringe of darkness.

On Captured Moments We all have them. Moments in time which for...

On Captured Moments

We all have them. Moments in time which for some intangible reason can slice through the clutter of a busy day and become etched in our minds forever. It might be the way she looks, the way she moves, or the sparkle in her eyes. It might simply be the feeling of an intense, intimate moment shared by two.

These are the tiny fragments of time which define a BDSM relationship to me. Perhaps this is why I blog - to play these memories back to my followers in an attempt to share the wonder and joys I have experienced.

Imagine my surprise when this beautiful image showed up in my inbox a short while ago. It arrived complete with a short note:

"I don't know if you will use this but I love your blog and I took this shot right after reading your entries…"

Voila. A captured moment. This pose of this beauty in repose is simple, yet alluring. Like any great photograph - it tells a story. More a mystery than a story, actually.

Is that a smile on her face? Or the last bit of a sigh? Is her hand approaching her nether regions, or has it already brought her to orgasm while reading my posts? Is she rousing gently from a deep sleep, or falling back as she strips away her clothes and descends into sub space?

A captured moment - on the fringe of darkness.

On Orgasm Denial I seem to be developing an erotic gallery of...

On Orgasm Denial

I seem to be developing an erotic gallery of poses up against the wall - compliments of my beautiful followers. I could not be happier, as this is one of my favorite ways to gaze upon a girl. This particular pose from a follower who wishes to remain anonymous gave me pause, as it conjured up a wonderful memory.

I once brought a girl to a private dungeon party - an event she greatly anticipated. After some acclimation to the space, I blindfolded her, stripped her, and cuffed her to a St. Andrews cross in a very similar pose. Her hands were outstretched, and she looked absolutely stunning.

She knew what awaited her, and I could see her breath coming in shorter pulls as her hips undulated ever so slightly in anticipation. I whispered in her ear, and her sweet torment began.

Over the next 30 minutes, she felt my bare hand, 2 different paddles, and 4 different floggers. They danced primarily on her ass, and she soon developed a deep red patina, making her even more exotic in her pose.

I whispered to her along the way, telling her how beautiful she looked, and how she was being such a good girl. She whimpered, trembled, shrieked, and moaned as the dance continued. I inspected her pussy as I went - she was completely soaked in a matter of minutes.

She begged to be allowed to cum for me after 15 minutes, but I kept up the dance, prodding her with my fingers, and denying her the release she craved. She was still learning under my hand, for her initial reaction was dismay and disbelief at not being allowed to cum. In her mind - she had stood to my challenges and was deserving.

My method became apparent after the fourth denial, I continued my work with floggers and paddles, intensifying my strokes and my rhythm . Her entire body began to tremble, and I could see her ass cheeks clenching and releasing in a most beautiful display.

She was ready. I leaned forward as I slid my fingers the full length of her wet gash - ending with my middle finger swirling around her swollen clit. And I whispered….

"Cum for me, girl"

She literally exploded in a gut-wrenching orgasm which consumed her entire body. She instinctively sang out to me, and announced she was cumming for me. I kept up my massage as I whispered in her ear….

"Goooooood girl, sing to me, girl"

She writhed and strained against her bonds, feeling her body almost implode with a intensity previously unknown. This was her first experience in being edged via denial, and finally being granted release.

She shook for minutes, until I released her from her bonds, wrapped her in her special blanket, led her to a comfortable chair, gave her water, held her, and told her what a good girl she had been.

The smile on her face, accompanied by a dreamy look with sparkling eyes, was all the response I needed. She was mine, and she was absolutely everything I ever hoped a girl could be under my hand.

This is the beauty of the dance - on the fringe of darkness.

On Proper Presentation This submission comes from my...

On Proper Presentation

This submission comes from my follower Nova Flux, who knows very well I do not allow panties. As I have posted previously, there are exceptions to every rule. And this beautiful, intelligent girl has managed to both distract me and delight me with her pose.

Note the manner in which she presents. There is no mistaking what this girl desires. She uses her the beautiful lines of her body, accentuated by fuck-me heels, to be as inviting and alluring as she possible can. She waits, anticipating, and perhaps craving - if the right man is in the room.

And yes, she is wearing panties. The only kind of panties I might allow. Note how carefully she uses them as a frame for her most nether regions. Soft, wet petals, awaiting her Sir. Well done, girl…

Photograph © Christine Kessler
Model: Nova Flux

Caption © Fringe of Darkness, 2013

On Bondage as Art With thanks to an anonymous follower - here is...

On Bondage as Art

With thanks to an anonymous follower - here is another joy of mine. I love the lines of a beautiful girl, and I believe almost any reasonably good photo can be appreciated as art. This girl relates how she and her Sir had just finished a very busy weekend and were beginning to wind down for the evening.

That is, until Sir became inspired…

On Beauty in Bondage Today I present my followers with another...

On Beauty in Bondage

Today I present my followers with another submission (how I love that word) from my beautiful follower ceredvyne.

There are times when I simply sit back, gaze at a photo submission and smile. This is one of those times. I love the sight of a beauty in bondage - especially a girl in service to me. She wears my rope as an extension of my hands. I take her and bind her to me, allowing her to feel the way I envelop her. Her collar is an everlasting reminder - but my rope intensifies the moment.

Consider how serene this girl is in her service to her Master. He places her face down, and there can be no doubt - she is in bliss. I am certain her mind is free now - no cares in the world - no responsibilities or pressures. Just the feeling of being owned - and soon to be taken - in any way her Master pleases.

Thank you, ceredvyne. I hope your pose encourages additional followers to submit personal photos. My blog is 100% supported by followers in 2013. I am happy to work with interested girls or couples (I will edit - keep you anonymous if you wish - and bring your fantasies to my blog if you crave the experience). Please write to me if you would like to dance on the fringe of darkness.

On The Mind Fuck She knows she will be paddled. She has just...

On The Mind Fuck

She knows she will be paddled. She has just endured a spanking at his hand, and her ass still glows with the special fire he brings. He approaches.

She bends and waits, anticipating. She prepares herself for the onslaught - the flash of white hot light across her brain, and the stinging impact from his implement. She steels herself, readying for the impact, and then…

He balances a hairbrush on her ass, leans forward, and whispers in her ear…

"If it falls to the ground - you get 30 hard ones - to each cheek."

Fuck. This was not part of her preparation. He changed the rules - again. This method of always keeping her in the dark - not knowing what he might say or do - it is unnerving. It is also seductive and highly erotic - in a most decadent way. She is his to direct and to instruct - in any way he sees fit. She knows this, and she eases back into his magic spell.

She waits - her mind racing - and soon she feel that familiar trickle between her legs. Her arousal. Her juices. Flowing from HIS pussy. He is a devil. She can actually feel him fucking her by doing nothing more than balance that infernal paddle on her ass.

And then - craaaack! His flogger lands full on her ass cheeks with a devilish vengeance. She draws her breath in as a sharp gasp, and she feels his lash across tender flesh. She comes up on the balls of her feet but suddenly remembers his directive. She stills her body, feeling the paddle dislodge slightly but settle back down onto her ass.

The flogging continues, and she finds herself totally wrapped into his mind fuck. She whimpers, shrieks, and moans - trying to maintain stillness in her body despite her arousal.

He loves predicament play like this, and she cannot deny the effect it has on her. One look at her dripping pussy and her wetness betrays any claims to the counter. She belongs to him, and she revels in her role.

Fuck. She feels the paddle slipping…

On Creative Bondage In this anonymous submission by a beautiful...

On Creative Bondage

In this anonymous submission by a beautiful follower, I would like to underscore how a creative Dominant does so much more than bind a girl with rope.

This girl is encircled by a tie which clearly demonstrates his ownership of her. His rope is an extension of his hands, and he ensures he is felt everywhere. Her breasts are bound tightly in a harness, and her ass and pussy are taken in similar manner.

Yet, this Dominant goes farther. Much farther. He makes his ownership felt in a most deliciously decadent way. Look first at her helpless pussy. He has carefully knotted her crotch rope and strategically located his knots to constantly apply pressure against her clit and her inner pussy lips. The slightest move on her part ends in a reminder of his ownership - a delicious tug against tender flesh.

And there is more. Look closely at her rosebud, and you will note the butt plug he has incorporated into this tie. Her ass is his, and he demonstrates his ownership of this prize in a most definitive way. Any movement against his bonds simply drives the plug deeper and reminds her - he will be taking her later - in every hole.

What this photo cannot convey is the way she reacts to her bonds. She has given herself to him, and he has taken her and claimed every hole as his own. My girl would be dripping wet by now, and I am certain my beautiful follower is in similar circumstance.

Experienced Dominants can be decadently creative in the ways they claim their girls. This is the kind of bondage which sets a girl free…on the fringe of darkness…

On The Erotic Torment of Wax. I write often about sensual...

On The Erotic Torment of Wax.

I write often about sensual torment. This submission from a beautiful anonymous follower brings this concept to light (pun intended).

Hot wax, in the hands of an experienced Dominant, can be the epitome of sensual torment. He can strip a girl, bind her to a bed, blindfold her, and let her mind race as she hears him move about and quietly light a candle. She will not know what lies ahead, but the strike of a match will rivet her attention in her helpless state.

In sensual torment - a blindfold does more than remove the sense of sight. It enhances the remaining senses, and it provides erotic mental foreplay for the mind fuck that follows. Indeed - I often test implements in the air and lay them on a girl's naked belly and thighs in a situation like this. I watch her draw in her breath as she translates the tactile sensation in order to identify a flogger or paddle she has felt on tender parts. I then watch her undulate in her bonds and I hear her whimper softly - trying to steel herself.

Imagine the impact when I remove the implements - baring her body once again. Ponder the silence I employ as I position the candle at just the right height and turn it to the perfect angle. She waits - attempting to control her breathing and her composure - not knowing what awaits her in the abyss.

I wait as well. For the decadent, devilish dance - soon to commence. I allow the taper to absorb heat and well up with its first few drops. And I continue to wait - poised and ready.

The first drop hits her nipple with uncanny accuracy. I watch her gasp and recoil - her mouth agape and her face contorted as a white hot flash sweeps across her brain.She feels only the fire at first, and as the wax settles, she deciphers the stimulus and realizes the onslaught has just begun.

Before she can brace herself - the second drop announces its presence with equal style. She gasps again - trying to remain motionless - and doing her best to release herself to my challenge. A delay now, as I re-position the candle and seek out new tender flesh.

More drops - and I paint her with my erotic challenge. I bring fire to tender flesh, and I relentlessly probe sensitive folds and nether regions. She dances under me in the most sensual way, and she sings the most beautiful song. I am amazed at the beauty and the desirability of this beautiful creature - who stands to my challenges so passionately.

Cruel torture? Sadistic ritual? Not at all. I say this with the utmost authority, as I have physical evidence this dance is both erotic and arousing. While my wax dances on her body, I occasionally probe her pussy. It is wet before the first drop, and it flows liberally with her desire as the dance proceeds. She will be rewarded soon, and I will have the opportunity to hear her sing the sweetest of her songs as she writhes in ecstasy under me.

Erotic dances - on the fringe of darkness.

On Exceptions to the Rule. This photo from an anonymous...

On Exceptions to the Rule.

This photo from an anonymous contributor nearly took my breath away. I am sure my followers know how much of a stickler I am about panties (none allowed). This submission clearly demonstrates there are amazingly erotic exceptions to any rule.

This girl is stunning in her repose. If she were my girl - this photo would most definitely drive my Dominant hunger. While any good picture tells a story - this one is so alluring that my mind wanders to several potential plots.

Is she laid out in the moonlight, craving the attentions (and affections) of her Dominant? Or - has she just been ravished by her Sir, after he tugged her tiny wisp of fabric aside and plunged deep into her with animal hunger? Is she slowly rousing in the morning light, stretching and feeling the after effects of a torrid night-long session with her Dominant?

So many possibilities. One stunning photo.

How I love this dance - on the fringe of darkness.

On Shy Submissives This tasteful photo was submitted by an...

On Shy Submissives

This tasteful photo was submitted by an anonymous follower whom I suspect is painfully shy. I thank her for this contribution. I love the composition and the way she presents the lines of her body.

I have offered up prior musings about the beauty of submission and the inner conflict submissives sometimes face in embracing their desires and stepping forward with confidence. An experienced Dominant can sense hesitation and will work with a girl to fully explore her wants, needs, hungers, and cravings in a non-judgmental way.

I liken this process to peeling back an onion - with each layer representing a piece of dogma or societal pressure to conform in a certain fashion. A caring Dominant can help a girl cast off these artificial layers (and potential walls) and finally expose what I deem her erotic core.

Ultimately, this is about freedom. A shy submissive can be liberated via this process and gain significant confidence in finally living her life the way she wishes. If she chooses to serve an experienced, caring Dominant in the process - all the better!

Remember - the bonds can set you free.

On Erotic Benevolence. My adorable follower...

On Erotic Benevolence.

My adorable follower shakespearandcacti submitted this photo, which reminds me of the erotic benevolence sensual Dominants often display when enjoying a delightful submissive.

My body runs hot. Constantly. This has great sensual appeal if I invite a girl under the covers with me. However, if a girl runs cold, it can present a dilemma when I require her to be naked and collared in my presence.

This presents me with the loving challenge of keeping a girl warm and craving while enjoying my pleasures as I wish. Enter creative thinking and erotic benevolence. Leggings can be a perfect way to warm her, while accentuating her ass in the most erotic way, as she waits on all fours.

I generally plan on warming her ass up soon enough, anyway.

PS - Please keep your follower photo submissions coming. I edit your submissions to black and white, enhance your presentation, and I am happy to keep you anonymous if you like. Be daring! Come dance on the fringe.

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