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July 1, 2017March 14, 2018 Siren Allen

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If you’re caught up, continue reading.

Previously on Her Dom’s Journal…..

“Mate? Fetish Boys? Give me that glass. I think you’ve had too much to drink.” I try to pull his glass away from him. He raises it above his head and stares at me with a shocked expression on his face.

“Are you saying you didn’t know you were Mike’s mate?”

“Mike’s mate? You mean like his sub?”

“No, no, no,” Daniel stands up. “How can you not know this? You’ve been marked. I see the mark.”

“What mark?” I stare at my hands.

“Not on your hands, silly. On your neck.”

My hand shoots to my neck. I stand up and rush to the closest mirror. “There’s nothing on my neck.”

Daniel sniffs me. I push him away, but he keeps doing it.

“He hasn’t changed you,” he says then bursts out laughing. “Oh my gosh. No wonder he doesn’t like you going to the Garden by yourself. Those other shifters would snatch you up and collar you so fast, your head would spin.”

Shifters? what the hell was he talking about?

Her Dom’s Journal: Part 8….

“What do you mean shifters?”

“You’re kidding right?”

“No, Daniel. I have no idea what you’re talking about. In fact, you’re starting to freak me out.”

“Okay, chica, calm down. I didn’t know. I thought you knew. So, you don’t know what I am, right?’

“You’re gay.”

“Yes, I mean, what I am, as in not like you?”

Of course he wasn’t like me. I’m a sane person who doesn’t suck on vegetables in front of others. Wait, I don’t suck on vegetables period. I barely like eating them. But I have a sinking feeling that those things are not what he’s talking about.

“Of course you’re not like me, Daniel. You’re a male. I’m a female. You have a cucumber between your legs. I have… a…”

“You have a cherry,” he finished for me. “Stop bragging. I’m different in other ways.”

“You’re Hispanic. I’m white. Your hair is black, mine is red…”

“You’re human and I’m….”

Seriously? “Uh, you’re human too. Danny, how much have you really had to drink? Were you drunk before we started this conversation?”

“Chica, listen to me. This is serious stuff.”

His words were starting to slur. Yeah, he was drunker than I thought.

“Daniel, maybe you should go lie…”

“I don’t need to lie down,” he said, stepping forward.

I moved back a step, growing nervous. I knew karate. I could defend myself. “Daniel, you’re drunk.”

“Not drunk, red.”

“Your words are starting to slur.”

“Thathappens,” he says. “Withachange.”

I can barely understand him now. “Daniel, I’m going to go into the other room now.” Don’t follow me.

“Red, I’m not human.”

“Okay,” I say as I walk backward. “You don’t have to be human if you don’t want to be human.”

“I can prove it.” Daniel began stripping out of his clothes.

“Danny, keep your clothes on. Don’t take that off. Whoa…” And right before my eyes he began to change. What. The. F*ck? I should scream. Like, that’s the normal reaction I should have, right? Problem is, I don’t do normal well.

Instead, I stand there, eyes wide, watching Daniel’s body bend and twist. I scream when I hear his bones pops. I should do something. I should help him. I should run. I should call the ambulance or the police.

I should be doing something. My mind knows this but it doesn’t kick my body into gear. I’m frozen, shocked. Daniel drops to his knees. A growing layer of fur is now covering his skin. His hands slam against the floor.

His claws dig into the floor. Claws… not fingers. He has claws. Like an animal. Not human. He told me that. I didn’t listen. I should’ve listened. Because now, he’s covered in fur.

I’m no longer staring at Daniel the human. I’m staring at an animal. A cheetah. There’s a cheetah in my house. He opens his mouth and I see his sharp teeth. Teeth that can rip me to shreds.

When he roars, my brain snaps out of its fog. I do what I should’ve done minutes ago, I turn and run. I hear his heavy footsteps beating against the floor. I don’t know which way to go in this big house.

I choose my bedroom. I can climb out the window and drop down to the ground then run for help. But who can save me from a cheetah that’s two times the size of the cheetahs I see on T.V?

I make it to my bedroom door. But that’s as far as I get. A large paw pushes me to the ground. I hit the floor so hard, I feel the air whoosh out of me. I take a deep breath… and scream until my throat is raw.

I can hear the cheetah behind me, on top of me, growling. I keep screaming, knowing that at any second I am going to feel its sharp teeth sinking into my flesh. I never thought I’d die this way… who would?

No one. No one died this way. I flinch when I feel a paw on my shoulder. Wait, it’s a hand. I’m flipped over onto my back. I stare up in the eyes of Daniel. The human version. He’s straddling me. I can feel his junk against my thigh.

I stop screaming to say, “Eww, get that off of me.”

“This?” He points down to his cock.

“Ew… Daniel get off of me. You freak.”

Hurt flashes across his face. “Because I’m a shifter?”

“What? No… because you’re naked, you idiot. Oh and you’re not a shifter. You’re a cheetah. How the hell are you a cheetah?” My heart is still racing. A minute ago he was an animal. Now he’s human. I’m drunk. I have to be.

“The world is bigger than you know, Red.”

“I don’t want a big world. I like my small world. Where people are just people. Sometimes they’re shitty and bitchy and petty, but they’re people.”

“If you like people so much, why are you mated to a shifter?”

“I’m not.”
“You’re Michael’s submissive.”

“Submissive is such a strong word.”

“What other word would you use?”

“I’m his girlfriend who sometimes allows him to dominate me.”

“You’re his sub and you’re his mate. And he’s a…. well… it’s up to him to tell you what kind of shifter he is.”

“Michael is not a shifter. He can’t be. I would know.”

“Like you knew what I was?”

Shit. Daniel stands up and stretches his hand toward me. I glance at his hand. A little while ago, that was a paw.

“You’re a shifter,” I say aloud, more to myself than him.

“Yep. And you’ll be one soon. All mates have to be changed. It’s the law.”

I open my mouth then close it. I have no words. None at all.

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Her Dom’s Journal Pt 7 #Surprises

September 6, 2016March 14, 2018 Siren Allen

Previously on Her Dom’s Journal…. London gets distracted from her reading by Daniel, the man she thought was sleeping with her Dom.

“I want oral,” Daniel said as he took another sip of his champagne. “Hey, let’s go to The Fetish Garden. I promise I won’t tell Michael. I’m sure I can find someone there to give you oral.”

Ugh, London groaned. Her plans to read her Dom’s journal all night long had strode out the door the moment Daniel walked in. Forget one hour, make that two hours of oral sex Michael owed her.

“Come on Danny, let me find you a robe.”

I thought I was kinky.

Daniel is officially the King of Kink.

I’d planned to find him something to wear, then sit him down in front of the television while I resumed reading my Dom’s diary. That didn’t happen. Daniel followed me all over the house, moaning and groaning about how he wanted to be out clubbing.

There was no way I was letting him leave. I may be a rebellious sub, but I knew better than to disobey Michael on this issue, no matter how bad I wanted to be rid of Danny boy.

So, instead of reading my Dom’s journal, I’m sitting on the living room sofa, with a glass of champagne watching Daniel teach me how to properly give head. Apparently, I’ve been doing it wrong all this time.

Who knew?

“The shaft is not the sensitive part, okay Red.”

I nod, ashamed to admit that I am mentally taking notes.

“It’s the head that feels all the sensations.” Daniel put the cucumber between his lips. He slid it in a little and then pulled it out slowly, smacking his lips once the cucumber was free.

“Never give them too much at first,” he told me. “Tease them, make them quiver with need. By the time you’re fully ready to give them some good head, they need to be five seconds away from coming.”

“So,” I twirl my hair as I stare at him. “We want them to already be close to coming before we actually give them some head.”

“Yes, because no matter how sexy we make this look, this isn’t fun. It’s hard work. If we sit there sucking and rubbing for hours, we’re going to get lock jaw. Ain’t nobody got time for that. So tease them. Make them feel like they’re experiencing something exotic. Then when they’re at their breaking point, give it all you got. Suck them hard and fast.”

Hard and fast, I mentally jot that down. Michael loves when I give him head, but if I can make it even better, he’ll love me more and probably get over this need to have me behave in the way he seem fit.

“Okay,” I say to Danny. “Enough about head. Let’s talk about being a sub.”

Danny takes a bite out of his cucumber. As he chews he asks, “What you want to know about it?”

“Were you good at it?”

“Was I?” He swallows his veggie then tosses the remaining piece back onto the tray. “I was the best at it. Ashton, God rest his soul, used to tell me that I should give lessons down at The Fetish Garden.”

“Really?” I ask. “And you liked being a sub?”

“Of course.”

“But you seem so…” What’s the right word I’m looking for?

“So flamboyant… so independent… so full of myself that I couldn’t possibly follow anyone else’s orders?”

He basically sums up what I was thinking.
“Yes, you seem too headstrong to be a sub.”

“I know, but I really wanted Ashton. And he was Dom. You can’t have two Doms in a relationship, unless it’s a threesome of course. I thought it would be hard, you know, subbing. But it wasn’t. I loved letting Ashton be in control of my body. Outside of the bedroom, we were equals. But the moment we entered the room we shared, he was the ruler, my king. And boy did he know how to rule. There was this thing he did with his fingers…”

“Okay, okay, I don’t need to know the details.”

“You seem real shy about all this.” Danny grabs his drink then leans back in his seat. He gives me this odd look. “A little too shy to be the mate of one of those Fetish Boys.”

“Mate, Fetish Boys? Give me that glass. I think you’ve had too much to drink.” I try to pull his glass away from him. He raises it above his head and stares at me with a shocked expression on his face.

“Are you saying you didn’t know you were Mike’s mate?”

“Mike’s mate, you mean like his sub?”

“No, no, no,” Daniel stands up. “How can you not know this? You’ve been marked. I see the mark.”

“What mark?” I stare at my hands.

“Not on your hands, silly, on your neck.”

My hand shoots to my neck. I stand up and rush to the closest mirror. “There’s nothing on my neck.”

Daniel sniffs me. I push him away, but he keeps doing it.

Shifters… what the hell was he talking about?

**I think there’s something her Dom forgot to tell her, what do you think?**

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Her Dom’s Journal Part 6

July 21, 2015March 14, 2018 Siren Allen

Previously… on her Dom’s Journal.
SAY WHAT! He was asking her was her guitar in her hands. OHHHH!

“Um,” she searched her brain for a lie, any lie, “I can’t hear you,” she said. “You’re breaking up.” She didn’t even know where her blasted guitar was.

“But I can hear you,” her Dom said, his voice was laced with suspicion.

“Let me call you back, I think we have a bad connection.”

“London, what are you up to? What are…”

She hung up before he could finish his sentence.

He didn’t even know she had his journal. Well damn.

***

What to do?

Her phone was continuing to ring and each time it beeped afterwards, letting her know Michael was leaving her a voice mail. Maybe she should check the voice messages. He couldn’t be that upset with her.

He didn’t even know she had his journal.
However, he had to suspect something was up from the way she quickly hung up her phone when he asked her to play the guitar for him.

Think London, think.

Okay, she would check one of the four messages he’d left her. Her phone dinged again, this time he’d sent her a text message. She read it.

‘London, answer this damn phone.’

Even though it was only a text, she could hear his angry voice in her head speaking in that cool controlled tone of his. She’d rather have him yell than speak in that cool controlled tone of his. Nervous, she decided to text him back rather than check her voice mails or call.

‘Honey, my phone is acting crazy. I’ll call you…’

In the middle of her text, their land-line phone rang. She’d forgotten they even had one of those.

Well Damn.

Slowly, like an insolent child, she walked over to the phone and sat down on the edge of the bed. What was she so afraid of? It wasn’t like he could spank her through the phone.

“Hello.”

“Baby,” there was that deep voice she loved. “Are you mad with me? Is that why you’re acting like this.”

Guilt consumed her. He thought this was his fault. None of this was his fault.

“No, Michael. I’m not mad. I’ve just…”
She didn’t know what to say. Just what, been reading your secret journal. She couldn’t say that.

“If you don’t want to play, you don’t have to. I know you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad really.”

“I can tell when you’re mad London. You found out, didn’t you? You found out I didn’t bring Daniel with me, didn’t you?

“What?” No, she had no idea Daniel wasn’t in Hawaii with him. “Oh, uh, yeah, that’s what happened.”

“I’m sorry for lying, sweetie. I only told you that to keep you from insisting on coming with me. I knew if I said he was coming you wouldn’t want to go.”

Damn straight.

“Well, I’m surprised your boy toy let you go without him.”

“He’s not my boy toy, London. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“Well, why is he always around. He’s always at your office all times of the night and day.”

“London…”

“Michael, if you’re screwing him, that’s fine. You had him before you met me…”

“London…”

“But I don’t like all of these lies.” She was lying about things also, but her lies were tiny white lies.

“London, listen…”

“If you’re screwing him be about a man about it and confess.”

“Fuck, London shut up.”

“Excuse me.” He just told her to shut up.

“No, I will not excuse you. You always fly off the handle. You don’t even know what’s going on.”

“Well if you told me, maybe I would know, Michael.”

“Know this, Daniel is in danger. I’m sending him there to spend the week with you.”

“What? No.”

“Along with security detail.”

“Look, I am not about to baby sit your lover.”

“I don’t know what makes you think he’s my lover. How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not gay!”

“Well you keep an openly gay guy around and he’s always so smug…”

“He acts like that because it bothers you. London. Daniel is not my lover. He was Anton’s sub.”

“Your best friend, the one who died last year?”

“Yes, the one who was murdered. I swore to Anton I would protect Daniel. I intend to keep that promise.”

The doorbell rang.
Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“The doorbell is ringing.”

“That’s probably him. Be nice to him and keep him inside.”

“I’m not his baby sitter.”

“For a few days you are.”

“Shit, Michael.”

“That’s five licks.”

“What? Oh.” He didn’t like cursing.

“I really have to go now, London. Be good and take care of Daniel, okay?”

London sighed.

“Say, yes, Sir Michael.”

She didn’t want to and she damn sure didn’t want to take care of a grown ass man.

“London, say it.”

“Ugh. Yes, Sir Michael.”

“Thank you baby, I promise to make it up to you when I get home. And I’m going to ignore that ugh part this time around.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir, you’re so gracious,” she said sarcastically. “He’s banging on the door now, I have to go.”

“Bye sweetie.”

“Bye Sir.” Sarcasm was going to get her more licks. Right now, she didn’t care.

London hung up and quickly dressed. The banging on the door got louder.

“I’m coming,” she shouted as she walked down stairs. She opened the door and there he stood, the man she’d thought was Michael’s Latin lover.

“Move bitch,” he pushed her to the side and strutted into her house.

Behind him, the security detail shrugged and gave her this, ‘Sorry but I’m glad he’s yours now,’ look.

“Please don’t leave him with me,” London whispered.

The head security guy, Dave, smiled. “We’ll be parked out front if you need us. Hit star and the number two on your line-land then hang up and we’ll come. Okay.”

“Okay.”

Wait, she’d been so pissed about having him here, she hadn’t bothered to find out what kind of danger he was in.

“Hey, what has he done? Why is he in danger?”

Dave shook his head. “That’s classified.”

Bull shit.

They walked off. She would just have to ask Michael about this. London shut the door and turned around. Behind her, a naked Daniel stood with a champagne glass in one hand and a bottle of her favorite champagne in the other.

“Let’s get drunk, Red.” He said.

Why me?

London picked up her cell phone and called Michael. He answered on the second ring.

“Is something wrong?”

“Michael.”

“Yes love.”

“You owe me an hour of oral once you get home.”

He laughed. “Baby, I’ll go down on you for as long as you want.”

“Mike,” she felt like stomping her foot. “He doesn’t have on any clothes and he’s drinking my favorite champagne,” London complained.

“Yeah, he hates clothes and he loves to drink. Give him a robe or something. Be nice, okay.

“Okay.”

“Bye sweetie.”

“Bye.” London tossed her phone onto the couch.

Ugh, London groaned. Her plans to read her Dom’s journal all night long had strode out the door the moment Daniel walked in. Forget one hour, make that two hours of oral sex Michael owed her.

“Come on Danny, let me find you a robe.”

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Her Dom’s Journal Part 5

April 9, 2013July 1, 2017 Siren Allen

***continued…***

Seconds later she felt his hand on her dress sliding it up her legs then her thighs. Michael spread her legs open and inhaled deeply. London wondered if he could see how wet she was through the sheer black fabric of her panties. Next she felt him tugging at her panties. London lifted her hips slightly and he proceeded to slide her panties down her legs.

Her hips jerked when she felt his warm breath at her center.
He spread her legs further apart. She wanted to look but he’d told her not to. It took every ounce of will power she had for her not to lift her head from the couch and stare down at him, on his knees, between her legs. The first swipe of his tongue against her sensitive flesh…

***

Her cell phone vibrated next to her, distracting her from the erotic thoughts floating through her mind. London reached over and picked the phone up and stared at the name appearing on the tiny screen. It was him, her Dom. She smiled as she pictured him with the phone to his ear, frowning because she wasn’t answering his calls.

She already knew what he wanted. He was going to tell her to put his journal away, but she wasn’t going to do that. There was no way she was going to miss the opportunity of a lifetime. There was no way she was going to let this chance slip between her fingertips.

With him away on his business trip and his journal in her possession, there was nothing he could do to stop her from reading his most private thoughts.

London didn’t think of it as an invasion of privacy, it was more like a chance to finally understand how the man she loved thought. Her learning these things would only make their relationship stronger.

Who was she kidding?

She was reading it because he was clumsy enough to forget it and she was nosy enough to look through it – consequences be damn.

London sat her phone down and finished reading through his journal. She flipped through the pages trying to find the ‘Good Stuff’. She wanted to know what he thought of her lately not what he thought of her when they first met. She flipped to a page that read, ‘She will never be a good submissive,’ and frowned.

She didn’t know if she wanted to read any further. Was that what he thought of her, that she would never be a good submissive?

Well, she wasn’t a good submissive. He’d known that the moment he met her. Though she tried her best, well not her best but she did try. She knew she would never be like the other subs he’d had in the past.

London laid her head back against her pillow and closed her eyes. She knew she should put his journal away and at least pretend she was a good sub by not reading it. But she couldn’t, the rebel in her wouldn’t let her put it away.

Her phone vibrated again, and again it was him. She didn’t want to answer but she had been avoiding his calls all day. She knew he was probably pissed with her. London picked up her phone and accepted the call.

“Hello,” she said trying to sound innocent. How did one feign innocence over the phone?

“Do you have it in your hands?”

She missed his deep voice. She knew exactly what he was talking about but decided to tease him.

“Yes,” she said seductively. “I have your whip in my hands. I’m running my hands up and down the length of it wishing it was you instead.”

Her Dom chuckled, a good sign, maybe he wasn’t as pissed as she thought he would be.

“I miss you, love,” he whispered and those four simple words made her feel like the biggest loser. Here she was reading his personal journal that he’d asked her numerous times not to touch. She was ignoring his phone calls and after all of that he still loved her.

“I miss you also,” she whispered as she mentally chastised herself. “Yes it’s in my hands,” she confessed to him.

He laughed, “I figured as much. Play me a song. I love listening to you play.”

SAY WHAT! He was asking her was her guitar in her hands. OHHHH!

“Um,” she searched her brain for a lie, any lie, “I can’t hear you,” she said. “You’re breaking up.” She didn’t even know where her blasted guitar was.

“But I can hear you,” her Dom said, his voice was laced with suspicion.

“Let me call you back, I think we have a bad connection.”

“London, what are you up to? What are…”

She hung up before he could finish his sentence.

He didn’t even know she had his journal. Well damn.

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Her Dom’s Journal Part 4

April 2, 2013July 1, 2017 Siren Allen

“Being inside this woman is like being in my own personal erotic heaven. She’s so responsive, so wet and warm. My taste buds will never get enough of her flavor. I could feast on her wetness forever.”

London clutched her thighs together tightly. Damn it, she missed her Dom. She closed his journal and lay back against her pillows. She smiled as she replayed in her mind all the events that happened during their first weekend together. She could remember it like it was yesterday…

The moon had already risen to its position in the sky by the time they arrived at his condo. The trip there had been a silent one. She was normally outspoken but around him she was quiet and shy.

Everything about him exuded confidence… Dominance. Even the swag in his walk made her long to strip him out of those expensive suits he wore and take advantage of him. But she was supposed to be the sub and that meant she had to behave demurely.

London did not have a demure bone in her body. How was she ever going to play the role of a submissive successfully? Even though Michael looked good enough to eat, she still wouldn’t let herself become his sub… well not permanently. She was only agreeing to a weekend with him because the rules at The Fetish Garden required her to do so – all because she’d chosen the wrong mask her first night at the members only Sex Club.

In her defense, she was only trying to make a fashion statement. She liked to look good and be fashionably late to all events. But being late to an invitation only party and choosing a mask that complimented her dress rather than her intentions had gotten her in more trouble than it was worth.

London followed closely behind him as they approached his condo. The beauty of his beach home took her breath away. He unlocked the front door and she stepped into every girl’s fairy tale dream house encased in glass. There were windows everywhere, most offering a gorgeous view of the ocean.

The floor was made of a light colored wood. The walls were white and so were most of the couches that decorated the living area. London did not wait for him to tell her to explore his home she did so of her own volition. She was a lover of all things beautiful and his home was the most beautiful thing she’d seen. London sat down on the white couch located in the center of the room.

The cushion felt soft against her skin. London pressed her back against the couch and leaned her head back to stare up at the ceiling. To her amazement she could see the stars. The ceiling in the living room was also made of glass. She sighed as she watched the heavens. The sound of his voice brought her back to reality.

“Don’t move,” he whispered from the other side of the room, his voice dark, deeper than before. London was in the process of sitting up when he uttered those words, heart picking up speed she sat back and continued to stare up at the night sky. She wanted to turn her head in his direction to see what he was doing but she was too nervous to do so.

“No matter what I do to you,” he said, his voice coming from directly in front of her. She had not heard him cross the room. “No matter how good it feels London, I want you to keep your back pressed against the couch and your eyes staring up at the stars. Do you understand?”

Too excited to speak, London nodded her head yes. He sounded serious. Part of her was scared, the other part of her was fascinated.

“I need to hear you say it London. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She was already growing wet and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“That’s yes sir, London.”

What the hell? Yes sir? Oh right, she was the sub – he was the Dom. Sort of like me Tarzan you Jane.

“Yes sir,” London said with a little more attitude than she intended.

Michael chuckled. “Don’t worry my dear,” he whispered. London could feel him kneeling in front of her. “Soon you will understand the ways of a sub and you will love it.”

Seconds later she felt his hands on her dress sliding it up her legs then her thighs. Michael spread her legs open and inhaled deeply. London wondered if he could see how wet she was through the sheer black fabric of her panties. Next she felt him tugging at her panties. London lifted her hips slightly and he proceeded to slide her panties down her legs.

Her hips jerked when she felt his warm breath at her center.

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XOXO Siren

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Her Dom’s Journal – Part 3

March 26, 2013July 1, 2017 Siren Allen

Her Dom’s Journal Part Three

London traced her finger over the dried ink, savoring her Dom’s written words.

‘She will be mine and she will love it.’

How did he know?

The weekend they went away together she hadn’t known she would fall in love with her tall, dark and handsome Dom. She hadn’t expected to move into his condo with him a few months later. The only thing she expected from that weekend was a good time. But she’d gotten more, so much more.

London turned the page, eager to see what else her Dom had written in his journal about her.

‘I love her.’

London smiled and blushed. She had no idea why she was blushing. She already knew he loved her but reading those words, written by his hand, sent tingles all over her body.

‘I’ve only spent one night with this woman and I already know I want to spend my life with her. She’s wonderful – from the top of her flaming red hair to the bottom of her pedicured feet. I love every inch of her. But she still hasn’t agreed to let me collar her.’

London frowned, what was it with Dom’s and their need to collar a girl?

If they wanted to collar something they needed to buy a puppy. She would never allow herself to be collared.

‘She doesn’t understand this lifestyle – doesn’t appreciate it yet. But she will and soon. I can tell that I excite her from the look in her eyes. She’s never allowed a man to handcuff her to a bed before, but she has agreed to allow me to do that to her tonight. I’m honored by this. It shows that she’s coming to trust me. She’s slowly allowing herself to experiment more with this lifestyle. I have to admit that I am proud that she has never been with another Dom. I am going to enjoy teaching her the ways of this world. The only problem is that she speaks as if this is going to be our first and last weekend together. She thinks she has a choice in the matter of staying or going, she thinks she can decide to leave me once this weekend is over.

I won’t let her.

If its jewels she wants, money, or clothes – I will buy her anything she desires. I will use everything at my disposal to keep this woman happy, to keep her with me. In time she will learn to love me the way that I love her.’

London’s cell phone began to ring beside her as she turned to the next page in the Journal. The music coming from the phone let her know her Dom was calling. She decided to be a bad girl and let it go to voice mail.

He’d probably just realized he left his journal behind. She was going to be in so much trouble when he returned home from his trip in a week. But it was going to be so worth it. She would’ve never known that he fell in love with her their first weekend together if she had not read his journal.

Though she never admitted it to him or anyone else – that was also the weekend she fell in love with him. He’d shown her so many new and exciting things during their first weekend together, how could a girl not fall in love with a man who could lick her into oblivion in T minus 10 seconds?

London stared at the first sentence on the next page of his journal.

‘Being inside this woman is like being in my own personal erotic heaven. She’s so responsive, so wet and warm. My taste buds will never get enough of her flavor. I could feast on her wetness forever.”

London clutched her thighs together tightly. Damn it, she missed her Dom.

The next entry is available: https://sirenallen.com/2013/04/02/week-4-of-her-doms-journal/.

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Her Dom's Journal - Free Read
Her Dom’s Journal – Part 2

March 19, 2013July 1, 2017 Siren Allen

London felt a blush creeping up her neck as she read the first line on the first page of his journal.

‘I’ve never craved another’s touch as much as I crave the touch of my London. Since the moment our eyes met across the crowded room of The Garden I have thought of nothing but her ruby red lips and her hour glass figure draped beautifully in the red chiffon dress she wore that night. I must have her. I will have her.

She isn’t the type of woman I usually pursue. She isn’t shy or demure. I should be deterred by the bold way she stares at me, challenging me with her gaze. I am not. I have never been one to back down from a challenge and though she doesn’t yet know the ways of a true submissive – I will teach her. I will show her how good it feels to let go and let another be in control.

I will teach her that with me, there is no need for her to worry or stress over mundane things. I will take care of her every need. The only thing she has to do is submit.

Yet that is the hard part. Even though she wears a white mask at The Garden she is by no means interested in submitting. I wonder if she’s know that white is the color of a submissive at The Garden. Probably not. I could easily picture her in a black and silver mask signaling her desire to be a Domme.

London rubbed her finger over the word Domme, she too could see herself being a Domme – the one in control. But Michael did not have a submissive bone in his body. If being a Domme meant losing him she would continue trying to learn the ways of a submissive. London sighed. She didn’t know if she had it in her to be obedient.

No matter how much she tried to give herself over to the ways of this new world she’d entered, a part of her still rebelled against the idea of letting a man be in control of her. But she had to admit the sex was fantastic, explosive, and tremendous.

But was it worth it?

London continued reading the next entry in his journal.

‘London says she chose the white mask because it complimented her dress… newbies.’

London rolled her eyes at being referred to by her Dom as a newbie. The white mask did look good on her. It made her red hair look like flames surrounding her face. She loved that mask. But when she entered the Fetish Garden and was told to pick a mask that represented her intentions she probably should have read the note that came with each mask. Later that night, after she met Michael, she learned that her mask signaled she was a newcomer interested in meeting a Dom. Imagine her shock when she learned she couldn’t change her mind or her mask until she at least spent some time in a Dom’s company. London spent that weekend with her Dom and her whole life changed. London shivered at the memory.

‘I won’t allow her to change her mind. This weekend I will escort her to my Florida condo. When I am done with her she won’t be able to walk right for days. I can’t wait to feel the first drops of her orgasm on my tongue. She will be mine and she will love it.’

How arrogant yet true. She was his…and she loved it.

The next entry is available now: https://sirenallen.com/2013/03/26/week-3-of-her-doms-journl-tempting-tuesdays/
xoxo Siren

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Her Dom's Journal - Free Read
Her Dom’s Journal – Part 1

March 12, 2013July 1, 2017 Siren Allen

~ Her Dom’s Journal Part One ~

London stared at the black leather bound journal. Her fingers itched to touch it. She reached for it but pulled her hand back, chastising herself for even considering reading his diary. Oops, his journal. It pissed him off when she called it a diary.

“Men don’t keep diaries, we write journals,” her Dom told her on more than one occasion.

London sat down on the floor, Indian style. She placed her hands demurely in her lap, away from the journal that lay in front of her. How could he have left something so precious behind? Once he realized it was missing from his briefcase, he was going to be angry.

But there was nothing he could do about it. London smiled wickedly. He’d apparently dropped it as he packed for his trip to Hawaii, without her. London was upset that he was leaving her behind but taking him with him… Daniel, his assistant, his boy toy. Daniel got trips to Hawaii but all London got was a mind blowing orgasm and an order to not go to the Fetish Garden – the sex club where she met her Dom, Michael.

Well, if Michael didn’t want her to go to the Garden then she would have to find something else to do to occupy her time with him gone for a week. London smiled at the journal. She knew if it had lips it would smile back at her and tell her to read it. All books wanted to be read.

She couldn’t do it.

If she read his journal he would punish her. He was already upset with her for not answering the phone when Daniel called last week. She didn’t need to do anything to further anger him. Then again, he always assumed the worst in people, he was cynical like that. He would assume she read it even if she didn’t, which meant she had a punishment coming whether it was deserved or not.
London twisted a strand of her long red hair around her finger, a nervous habit.

What to do?

She really only had two options. Read the journal – get punished. Not read the journal – get punished.

London pushed herself up off the floor and walked over to the journal. The poor thing looked so lonely on the red carpet of her Dom’s bedroom. She may as well quit resisting, with him gone for a week she knew she was going to read the journal at some point.

London picked the black journal up, it felt heavy in her hands, or was that guilt weighing her down? She walked over to the king size bed she shared with her Dom. She climbed into the bed and snuggled under the covers. She could still smell his cologne on the black satin sheets. She missed him already. She should be ashamed of herself for what she was about to do. A good little sub would never disobey a direct order from her Dom.

Oh well, London opened the book to the first page and smiled…

Next entry available now: https://sirenallen.com/2013/03/19/week-2-of-her-doms-journal-tempting-tuesdays/.
xoxo Siren

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