Tajae’s DIARY….

Pink

Giving a Female to Female massage has to be one of the most erotic perks of my Job. If you’ve ever had a craving for something soft and incredibly sweet , then you can imagine how it is for two hot chicks to be with each other.
 The intimacy can be very intense…If you do it right and take your time.
Honestly, women rarely call me to receive a sensual massage.
Sure we may treat ourselves by getting our hair and nails done from time to time.
But generally women don’t “treat” themselves to the strip club.
Nor do we usually pay for a sensuous or erotic experience.
But there is always an exception to the rule and just like flipping a coin, a woman is unpredictable.
Similar to a man , some women like the Variety of shopping for something new.
Now, I don’t do Outcall..period. I graduated to incall when I was about twenty years old .
But this was a friend of a friend that had mentioned to her that I was a Talented Masseuse.
So I took the trip and arrived at her fantastic apartment over looking Long Beach Harbor.

She answered the door wearing a strapless white top that nicely accented her grape like breast.
They were small and perky, as I glanced down to her little pink undies that fit her just right.
 I greeted her with a warm hug , as we commented on each other’s nice scent.
Separating from our embrace, we both locked eyes and the chemistry was there.
So then she offered me a glass of wine and gave me a brief tour of her place.
During the small talk,
I asked her if she had ever been with another girl .
She replied No, but on a dare … she said that she made out with her best friend once.
With a big smile on her face , she gingerly admitted she enjoyed it a little more than her friend did.
Since that day… she’s always wanted to experience the passion of being with another woman. 
That made me want to make the night all the more special for her .
So I suggested we do the massage in her bedroom with the best ocean view.

The night lights were dancing and shimmering between the calm ripples of the water.

The fog horns echoing in the pale background reminded me of being in an old 1930’s movie.
Time stood still as I laid her face down on the table….
just like I like it. I began at her bottom drizzling the warm oil between her golden mounds.
She remained perfectly still as I massaged her lower back and tight buttox.
With one hand working on the base of her spine,
 I reached the other upward and caressed her neck.
That was when the first whimper was released and I knew that she was enjoying herself.
I had found her “spot’ , so I bent over and began to nibble on it gently.
At this point there was no turning back,
and she let out a loud pleasurable moan.
I was very turned on myself and also began to moan in excitement .
We both Craved each other.
And needless to say the line of professionalism had long been crossed.
So I turned her over and we began to deeply kiss each other madly.
Her tongue tasted so good in my mouth I could imagine how the rest of her would taste.
She was just as much into me fondling my breast and playfully biting my lower lip.
I kissed her neck down to her chest , and grabbed a grape between my teeth.
Already ripe and erect I took my time worshiping my favorite spot.
So I ran my hand down to her tight cotton panties which were already very, very wet.
With Her legs spread wide… I carefully slid them off as they absorbed as much as they could.
I could tell she was beginning to cum and indeed, a tiny spurt exited her urethra.
Hot and wet against my face, the puddle beneath her began to grow and grow ……..

She used both hands to expose her little pink button peeking from it’s hood. She laid her head back, and closed her eye’s as I fingered and manhandled her swollen spot.

Finally a loud moan erupted from her throat as her legs stiffened.

Her hips rising from the table exploded into a gushing orgasm.

As she quivered and trembled and her body shook , I knew she had finally arrived.

Suddenly she cried out… I”M CUMMING!! I’M CUMMING!!…

with juices soaking the towel underneath her.

It was such a wonderful night….

And later on it was sexy seeing her swallow all of me!

” I finished her off with fava beans and a nice Chianti “.  (smile)

…..

P.S. This was a personal session between two consenting adults. NO money was exchanged (duh!)

Punishment is your Reward   

( in periwinkle blue )

We are all aware that labels are given to us by society. At birth you are given a name.
At death you are given a cause.
And if you disobey the rules in between , you are given a number and cell.
But at one time in my life I was also given a label and name.
They called me Madam and I was a dominatrix. It was only for a short while.
I was young in the entertainment industry and wanted to make as much money as possible without morally exploiting myself.
So I was introduced to it by an older woman who was already established with all the client connections.
I thought it would be an interesting thing to try and I was assured there would be no sex.

I began to do my research by reading books and watching movies.
One of the first things you want to find out is what position your more naturally comfortable with.
Nothing in life was ever given to me so being submissive didn’t seem like my cup of tea.
Plus I was more attracted to the authority that came with being a dom.

My very first session was with a timid little man who lived in the old quiet part of Brentwood.
He was in his late 40’s balding and very short with coke bottle glasses
He always stayed in character answering every word with mistress or madam.
A total nerd at first look, but I would learn that looks can be deceiving.

Everything in his place was immaculate. Nothing fancy at all but very neat and clean.
We introduced one another with a pleasant handshake and he offered me a beer I had earlier requested.
We talked for a little bit when he told me that there is a girl he regulars with.
A dominatrix named Pandora and I had previously seen some of her work.
So he pops in a recorded session with him the Mistress .
Also the various instruments that we would later use were closely near by.

She’s stunning…wearing the black patent leather boots trade mark of a Dom.
He’s in his undies bound and standing in the center of the room .
Nothing special , as she fires a barrage of random insults on him .
I’m thinking words can’t hurt that bad just before she lifts her leg and spiked leather boot.
Suddenly in some type of Wonder Woman pose she
pulls back her leg and lines it up with his crotch.
My eyes widen in shock and amazement and before you know it the vixen strikes.
BAM!!! Right square in the nut’s! OUCH! I
I’m a girl and it hurt ME to watch!.

Then she raises her boot again and I swear you could hear the cookies crumble.
She kicks him about a dozen times before he makes more than a sigh.
And she kicks him with all of her might and at times took a running start!

Well at this point I’m in total disbelief and just trying to keep the sudsy beer down .
I don’t know whether to bust out into laughter or to get the man a bag of ice ! (Smile).

I mean , I wasn’t exactly expecting this. And I admit I exaggerated a bit on my experience.
But this guy was way out of my league and my bluff was staring me right in the face.

What things would he expect from me ?. And what things would I have the stomach to pull off?.

Things were getting a bit too heavy and I needed to access the situation.
So I excused myself as he tediously rewound the dubious home movie.

In the solace of the restroom I began to think about what my teacher had taught me.
About how I should behave. Never losing total authority!
I knew that if I left that restroom with even a hint of fear or doubt .
The session would be a total wash and I would always wonder what might have been.

I’m the type of person who gives everything my very best shot . And I wasn’t going to except that I was afraid of something and chickened out!
So I sucked it up and went back into the vixen character that I created.

So we left the living room and entered a den like living area.
In the center of the room was a plastic lawnchair with blue tarp flattened underneath it .
A large hole at the bottom of the chair had been creatively constructed.
And there were large red candles illuminating the shadows of the under furnished room .
I cracked open another beer along with a joke to try and break the ice .
Wow! He had a sense of humor and we laughed and began to feel more comfortable .
After the laugh’s subsided it was back to the rotten business at hand. So he sat in the bottomless chair of leisure and requested what he wanted .

I gathered the rope and his arms and legs and bound them to the chair.
We had earlier established a “safe word “just incase things got too intense.
I’m surprised I still remember it.
It was PANDA . Because cries don’t necessarily mean stop in S&M.
“NO” usually means “More” And it takes some time to get used to the fact your not hurting them.

I began with a light flogging . He was getting excited and I was curious to see his reactions.
So I grabbed one of the burning candles and preceded to pour the hot wax all over his chest .

I reached for my leather whip and violently beat it into his blushing skin.
He was really enjoying himself as his head began to move about uncontrollably.

Being in total control felt so good I soon was wet and began to throb. As tiny beads of sweat had moistened my inner thighs and thong. I wanted him to know who was in charge so I blindfolded him and slid in a plug. His eyes took on the emotion of indulgence as he was reshaped and shoved along. So I began to hit him harder and thrust the plug deeper inside. As the perverse assault continued ,
I had never done this before but admit it was kinky. I asked him how it felt and his lucid response was very arousing.

I knew his orgasm was well on it’s way with the rhythmic attention to the sensitive entry. Finally, lubricated with his own juices it was time to excavate the slave. And with the merciless spiral of the riding crop , I took him in the most vulnerable way.

My inflated ego began to rise… My submissive on the other hand was not rising at all .

He apologizes several times swears their’s only one thing to assist in that department .
He excuses himself to his bedroom while I take stock of me being on top.

Dom 2 vs. Sub 1 … and I had much more punishment in store for him.

Round 2.   So I open my final beer and go into the bedroom.

I have to say that this was the most ornate room of his house. His tools were uniformly displayed in glass cases and his leather whips were polished and mounted .So once again he is restrained but this time to the rod iron of his canopy bed. He was already fitted with the instrument of pain that I was about to administer .

Punishment became his reward as he glazed himself with olive oil.
He’s laying comfortable face down on the bed.
Eagerly anticipating me….just like I like it.

He is tightly fitted with a metal ring with wires attached to a hand held controller.
 He seemed a bit snug in it and quite restrained and very restricted.

Now you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to understand what is about to go down.
 And remember this is my very first time as crank up the intimidating strange devise.

Just a moments pause then… Zap Zap Zap!! Oh the poor guy!.

He’s totally excited now and he finally swells up to a bullish size.
But how much more of this torture could I take as he’s turning colors in the process.

Minutes pass like hours… first red , then purple , then a periwinkle blue.
What a mess if one explodes ! And he’s starting to look like a “Paint by Numbers” ( smile ) .
I couldn’t take much more of this discipline. But before I could say “Panda”, he had had his fill .The session was finally over….so I untied him and it was done.

He thanks me for a wonderful evening and immediately requests me again to my Mistress.

I never return.

Nothing personal. It just wasn’t my thing plus I didn’t even have an orgasm . I mean I was just beating this poor guy when I would rather be receiving C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s (oooh La La !).

I remained in that industry for less than 6 months and most girls don’t even last that long. The only reason I lasted that long is because of this “one of a kind” peculiar experience.  I was later told that this was way too intense for the novice beginner.( Yeah, they tell me LATER!!) Every session after that was like shooting free throws . No one else could “shock” and manipulate me like he did .
And for your sanity and my own, I failed to mention other techniques administered.

In the world of BDSM , it’s the Pain inside that takes the form of a whip.

Sometime it’s easer to hurt on the outside ….

trying to distract the pain within.

Fantasy swinger session / NO money was exchanged!

Started in late nov. and completed dec. 10th

A Dark Love Letter

The doubt in your mind feels like a noose placed tight around my neck.

Ready to snap and end an already lifeless existence.

Ready to send me to the edge of my fragile belief of ever finding lasting love,

and is only like a band-aid to slow the uncomfort of a dying heart.

The pressure is unstable . My heart has suffered .

The only remedy is to have you.

The creator on my tranquil world.

The keeper of my thoughts , and the administrator of my pain.

Keeping me submerged in my own self guilt and self doubt.

Apologizing for a crime that I haven’t even committed.

Yet you are my executioner.

I’d rather burn than have you doubt me.

The thought of ever hurting you impels me like razor sharp knives,

disecting the layers of my already severed heart.

Like the blade in my hand you protect me from my suffering.

The antidote to my poisoned reality and my crippled existence.

The star that brightened up my world and my future.

You are the beautiful music that I hear in complete silence.

~ You are the Queen and I am your slave ~

Your doubt of my love feels to me like an injury.

Deny me of the face I never want to see.

Grant me escape from my personal torment.

Re-breathe life in my soiled lungs.

Everything that I’ve ever loved is robbed and taken away.

Submitting to you will be my only mistake.

But you are almighty.

I ingest you like a succulent treat.

The inner demon to create my tears , and the inner child

to take them away.

Still I’m molested and lost,

bitter and empty.

Maybe you deserve someone sweet , not bitter . . . someone like yourself ?

Like a fool I thought that black could turn to white,

and that evil could mutate to good.

The truth is that you’re my only Heaven.

So let’s melt into each others souls.

My love,

I will never be untrue.

I just want to live to love you.

Chase away my pain with your healing hands.

Drain the venom from my veins.

You amaze me in every way.

Your loss of love will send violence in my mind.

This is my fear,

Losing you has become my only fear.

~ I sold my soul to you ~

“4 angela”