I’ve been thinking… if I were going to experience an evening of pleasure, what sort of things would I want at my disposal?  What would I want him to do for me and me to him?   What would be your desire should you be given the option to choose what happens this evening with the lady or gentleman of your choice?

Perhaps your evening might involve hypnosis…, taking or being taken to a very deep place where the mind is so receptive, with the suggestion that the senses would be so heightened that the pleasure would be indescribable.

Would there be teasing with soft, silky scarves, reminiscent of the power of that delicious silk, especially red silk?  Would someone be left begging and needing?  Perhaps some silk bondage as a clear demonstration of how something so soft and sensuous could be oh so strong.

How luxurious and erotic for the dominant to be pampered with a few of their favorite things.   Most delightful would be the soft moans of pleasure elicited as loving, soapy hands slid over a soft, sensuous body.

Perhaps something a bit more kinky would stir your desires… latex and handcuffs…

a bit of rope bondage…

Boot or foot worship… imagine the lovely feet hidden by these oh so sexy boots…

Or would caging or being caged hit push all the right buttons?  Trapped and totally at the mercy of the one to whom power is surrendered…

Dominant or submissive, we all have our desires.  Share with me about your dream evening and soon I’ll present you with one of mine :)

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What’s Your Pleasure? Sensual to Kink… Hypnosis to Cages… is a post from: Lady Julia's Entranced Realm (c) 2010 Lady Julia. If you enjoyed this post or have something to add, please leave a comment. Remember, feedback typically encourages writers to write more ;)

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It’s late as I sit here typing, propped up in bed by nice plump pillows.  I’m sipping a glass of white wine, listening to David Cook’s new CD, and enjoying the feel of my red silk “boyfriend” nightshirt against my freshly lotioned skin.  The nightshirt doesn’t look like much on that dressmaker’s mannequin, but I think with soft curves filling it out it probably looks ok ;)

I want to be super relaxed and feeling extra sexy when I go to sleep tonight because I’m trying once again to see if I can induce deliciously erotic dreams.  My dream journal (blank for now) and pen are by my bedside.  Once I finish my wine, I’m going to slip down under the comforter and attempt to guide my dreams to the place I desire for them to be.

Of course I’ll touch… after all, how can I resist when I can see him in my mind:  warm water coursing over his torso and across his bottom, his hands caressing my soft flesh, my hands exploring his body – a body that is mine to do with whatever I wish.  Soon after, he’ll be sitting bound in a straight-backed chair, his sense of sight held captive by a black blindfold, and I shall have an array of items at my disposal with which I can tease and arouse.  It won’t take long at all til he is begging…

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Recently I had what I thought to be quite a delightful dream.  If you’d enjoy hearing rather than reading about it, click here to allow me to whisper in your ear.

You arrived at my door prepared to take me out for the evening.  Taped to the knocker was a note penned on perfumed stationary.  “Let yourself in – your orders await.”

A slow smile spread across your face and I’m certain your body must have responded.  After all, you do so love it when I’m a bit bossy with you.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside and found yourself gazing at your reflection in the mirror adorning the entryway.  Lipstick letters spelled out your directions:

Your smile spread into a grin as you turned and hurried to do my bidding.

The doorbell rang in exactly one hour.  Prompt, just as I expected.

As the door swung open, your eyes widened.  It would seem you appreciated the short, low-cut black dress I was wearing.

“First, to the sex toy shoppe on 21st Street, Driver.  I have a few purchases to make.”

You stared after me for a moment and then hurried to open the limousine door.  My fingers caressed your cheek for a moment before I slipped inside.  As we pulled away I could see a bit of your face reflected in the rear-view mirror and lowered my head a moment to hide my smile.  My, you certainly were excited.

At the sex shoppe you were instructed to keep the car running and wait while I made my purchases.

“Yes Ma’am!”  You do know how I love to hear those words, don’t you?

I took my time in the shoppe, examining all the treasures inside.  Finally, I exited with my selections hidden in a large black shopping bag.

As you held the door for me, I brushed up against you a bit, my hand lightly caressing.  Exactly as I expected – already so excited.

“To Remmington’s for a drink, Driver.”

I hummed softly as you drove, my fingers occasionally teasing my nipples.  Yes, I knew you were watching.

At Remmington’s I remarked I thought you would enjoy my purchases.  “What do you think is inside my bag?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t presume to guess, Mistress.  I am sure they are things that will bring you great pleasure.  That’s all that matters.”  Well, it wasn’t all that mattered and you knew that.  It’s important to me that you experience pleasure as well.  Perhaps pleasure through tease, through denial, through a tiny bit of pain – so many options, so many toys.  Still, it was as expected that you put me first.

We left the bar at twilight.  Just enough light.  Perfect.

As you pulled away from the bar and headed toward my apartment, I reached into the bag, pulled out a nice, new vibrator and switched it on.  You turned to look over your shoulder, but remembered your role and snapped around to face the front.  You couldn’t help your eyes drifting to the mirror whenever possible, but that’s of course exactly what I expected.. and what I wanted.

We were just pulling into the driveway when my body arched and the sounds of my release filled the air.

You waited to exit the car, as all good drivers should, until I informed you that I was recovered enough to step out.  As I walked toward the door, I called over my shoulder, “Don’t forget my purchases, Driver.”

As if you could.

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My Chauffeur is a post from: Lady Julia's Entranced Realm (c) 2010 Lady Julia. If you enjoyed this post or have something to add, please leave a comment. Remember, feedback typically encourages writers to write more ;)

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