Playing with Words

Submissive and dominant imagination ignite in the dominant mind.

To inspire an endless journey of an individual kind.
Experiences create desire, between them no barriers will rise
Desire opens the minds to travel to new depths and cries
They are finally released as one to never ending highs
Submissive and dominant imagination ignite in the dominant mind.

Encounter

 

Today I have a slightly different train journey and only ten minutes to Coventry to meet someone offline. We have only exchanged a few messages, so not really sure what to expect. I am a bit disheartened at the moment with the number of Masters that turn out not to be Masters. I guess a user name like 50 Shades of Mr Grey should make me think twice! The hotel is further out than I thought so I will need to take a Taxi.

I have arrived safely and must just send a quick text to let him know I am about to check in. “Oh shit”, the Blackberry battery as died on me again. Right, I am in a hotel due to meet a Master I have spoken to but don't have a clue what he looks like. Panic followed by logic, The guilty mind is a strange thing; I have found myself waffling a long winded story about staying in Coventry to meet friends for a drink then a night out but my phone as died and I really need to contact them urgently. I feel I am digging a needless hole as the receptionist passes me the charger that I could have asked for ten minutes ago. I have plugged the phone in now and hopefully it will have a burst of life before the end of playing, along with the check in procedure despite knowing I will not be there past teatime.

The room is really nice and comfortable. I have a quick bathroom visit then start to unpack my pilot's case of toys. My phone beeps. It is a text “I'm in the car park”. I call him back to let him know the room number and how to get through the hotel etc. Suddenly a knock on the door. To my surprise my Master for the afternoon is slightly older than me and good looking.

He has been in the room almost 5 minutes now and I am on my knees with my head to the ground and butt in the air. I would like to tell you how I ended up here but it was so quick. I can feel my heart racing, he seems strict, What the hell have I let myself in for. It will be a hard session.

My head raising from the ground triggers the cane to hit me hard vertically across each butt cheek. “Keep your head down”. I can sense him walking around to view my neatly laid out equipment. I rise up on his order to suck his cock and nervously struggle as I release his belt buckle and open his trousers. Even before reaching into his briefs, I can see he is well endowed. I place my hand at the base and start to wank it as I suck its head. “Ouch!” The cane as just hit me across the back of the hand. “Did I ask you to wank me?” “No Master” “Just use your mouth then” The dryness of tongue seems to be obstructing his thick cock reaching the back of my throat.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“No Master”

I slide slightly mouth faster up and down his shaft willing myself to take more.

“Maybe you need some encouragement to help you suck? Like something up your arse?

“No Master”

“Bend over the bed”

Oh no in my rush I have forgotten to place any lube in my bag. I can feel the larger of two butt plugs uncomfortably stretching me as it goes deep inside me.

“Try again”

I quickly position and go to touch.

“No hands”

I am clenching the cheeks of my arse together, focusing on taking him deeper, my eyes are filling up. Now I am gagging, I look up at him as I gasp for air and feel cool tears running down the side of my face. One of the things that used to stop me, now seems addictive and liberating as his cock is reaching new depths.

“On your back on the bed”

I lay across the bed, I feel a tug of my body that leaves my head over the side. Once again he's inside me, past my gag reflex and deep into my throat, I am struggling a bit because its hard to breath, a restrictive and strange feeling; the tip of a mans cock touching me deep inside. I am starting to panic and move causing the sensation of the sides of my throat being stretched. I'm scared, and a flood of saliva fills the base of my throat. A retch comes from the bottom of my stomach forcing me to heave three times. He pulls out. I arch my back up off the bed and quickly swallow. My breaths are deep, fast and loose, breathing has never felt so good. My cum is leaking from my pussy, my body has pushed the butt plug out maybe I didn't need its help. There's little let up, before a several repeats. It feels so wrong but its intensity becomes the seed of my desire.

Spaced out on the bed, I run my hands down over my body and feel loads of of swollen tingling bumps where my Master has flogged from my neck to my knees with nettles. The leaves were cool and refreshing as they hit my warm flesh but soon the sting of the needles kicked in. The volume became unregistered as things developed. Thereare only so many stings the mind can care about at once. The tingles feel nice and even the most sensitive areas appear to have been reached as my pleading to close my legs met rejection.

He as picked up the flogger from the table I feel it running over my body then start to flog the top of my thighs. “Open them” my inner thighs feel more sensitive to even more than my pussy I am relaxing into the sensation “Ouch! My clit. My legs come together “Give it to me willingly or I will take it, open them again the the pain is becoming a far more sensual sensation. My mind is beginning to drift but the occasional hard random hit to my clit is making my eyes open wide and re-alerting my mind back to where I am and the pain. “I think we should try the cane” My breathing is slow shallow as the cane taps my clit, the blows are quite fast I'm trying to process the pain and managing well, “That was the warm up” “Rrrrrrrr” one hard strike of the cane on my clit forces my knees up and pressing against each other, I sense and see them trembling, My Masters warm hand touches my knee “and again” I put the side if of index finger against my mouth, my head turned to one side to avoid watching, my eyes squint as I brace myself, I am breathing deeper, and shakes from my left shoulder are radiating across my body. I cannot help bringing my legs together after every strike. Its so painful as every strike squashes my clit against my pubic bone.
 

I cant take any more and turn onto my stomach.

"Would you rather I have you arse instead? “

The cane strikes are starting to warm my bum this is so much more comfortable than before. I can feel my Masters mind working as he places the cane across the top of my cheeks, conscientiously considering where the first cane line will be placed. I relax as it rises from my skin then brace as it makes firm contact sending a cutting sensation through my flesh. He's just over half way now, two, or at most three, stripes to come then I know it will be over. There's tension in my wrist as I grip the edge of the pillow.
 

As it turn onto my side my hand slides across every well placed welt. I rise up, supported by my elbow, to take my Masters cock once again. My head is so spaced and my body relaxed I easily accommodate its full length.

“Up on the bed”

I can hear the condom packet open, his bell end is running over my inner and outer lips.

“Please Master”

“Please Master, what?”

“Can I have it inside me”

“Yes, as you want me to have your arse instead”

 

I can feel his cock touch and gently trying to push in

“No, Please Master it will hurrrrrt!"

I feel a stretching burning as he starts to fuck me, it going deeper and faster, gradually loosing me to sooth and relieve the pain it had caused on entry. My body is starting to accept it more even crave more. I am warm, it still feels massive inside me, I hear my voice in my head first saying “please cum” then “no don't” I begin to play with my clit. My Masters pelvis shunts against my arse. I can feel my muscles clenching on his cock as he cums, Carefully I pull forward and off his cock to the comfort of the cotton sheets cooled by the fresh air from the window. In feel spaced each time I move my legs. I sense the gaping hole he as just left and my own cum on the pit s of my groin.
 

He has gone to a meeting. I am standing looking around the room “Oh what a mess” I rub my head and move towards the bathroom, glancing back at the mirror. I admire 7 perfectly placed stripes across both cheeks and smile.
 

In my cool bath, I wash my face and smell the scent of his body on me. I run my finger around my wet lips the deep into my mouth, sliding it out replacing it with three then four, closing my eyes, imagining his cock running over my tongue and deep into my throat, where I can still feel a tickling sensation.

 

I relax back and wash my breasts. My nipples are still firm. I squeeze and pull them hard. My other hand slides deep between my legs and my finger slips into the hole where he had been sliding it in and out. Then up on to my pubic bone and clit, circling round and round side to side, faster and faster, before entering my cum lined cunt where I dream of him being next time.

An Insight into My Next Blog

Suddenly his hand brushed the side of my face in a split second it was pushing down over my mouth, his thumb pushing down on my nose, my head being drawn against his body behind me. Should I of been quicker and breathed in would that keep me awake for longer, I am staring up to the picture above the bed, play with your clit and come, the picture become less defined, rapidly I rub my clit not thinking of my pleasure but the need to come to get the air my body desperately need. My heads going side to side, other hand is fighting powerlessly against his now tapping for release. Suddenly I feel a gush from deep inside me. My Master removes his hand. I gasp and draw in deep breathes my head feels light and naturally falls back on the pillow behind me. I feel so relaxed

Submissives Prayer

When a Seed is Planted

Sorry, I must have fallen asleep for a short space of time. Mmmm! Master kissed me on the forehead.  I stretched, turned onto my back and opened my eyes to the bolt of bright sunlight cutting sharply like lightening through the darkness of the dungeon. Suddenly realisation struck. I felt a butt plug inside me, driving deeper as I moved and the cold chain thong my Master had created to hold it tightly in place. My hand lowered to feel the swollen welts from the cane. It was painful as I sat up. However, I was honoured be chosen to provide my Masters pleasure and his work will produce some wonderfully defined marks tomorrow. I wriggled for comfort on the butt plug and the chains that cut deep, squeezing my clit hard against the bone.

My Master allowed me to take a bath. I looked around the room but could only find my summer dress and heels. I looked at my Master “that is all you will need!” I was horrified. He is seriously expecting me to go out like this with no underwear? My jaw dropped, “do you have something you wish to say?” “No Master”.  I was nervous and extremely self conscious as My Master and I started to walk to his favourite coffee shop. The breeze circulated, sending a cooling sensation up my skirt. My instincts told me to walk with caution, fearful of embarrassment. If I were to move in the incorrect manner and the chain rattled or become visible through my dress i would be exposed. Such incompetence would be punished harshly with methods only a true sadist could devise.

The cake and the orange juice provided refreshment and a new lease of energy after the intensity of the dungeon. My Master began to tell me how he was going to take me to a club to give me away to provide men with pleasure. I felt a weight drop to the pit of my stomach, my heart started to pound as fearful anticipation and excitement flooded my mind as the adrenalin kicked in. The tone of my Masters voice was cold and seemed detached, almost as if he was instructing an employee or child in a class room.

My mind drifted - deep down I have an intense desire to sense and experience the effects that in tune dominant minds could have on mine. It excites me to the point of every muscle in my pelvis clinching. I think of the emotions from the initial nervous anticipation, the torment of not knowing how each Master will use me or administer the implement of his choice, the realisation of being defenceless, through the relaxed heights of my subspace.

I mentally prepare the body that my Master owns, to feel the pain that gradually transforms to sensual sensations, to entice it to visually urge them for more and more.

I would give my body and mind with my focus always on my Masters pleasure. I will do what he, or whom he asks me to serve, desires. Whether it is natural, like my body working in tune with theirs, when a cock is deep inside, or worshiping the male form from head to toe, maybe he will prefer rto observe the response to an unexpected strike of a cane, to deprive me of peace or pleasure, forced sex or the expression when a seed is planted in my mind.

I know by giving the gift of my submission the choice becomes his not mine. Therefore he will give me to a man so I may be punished, rewarded or just used for sexual pleasure.

There was little time to come to terms with the prospect of what was to come, let alone reflect. We were on our way, despite my transparent attempts to stall.

We are not even there but already my imagination is already in overdrive. I envisage My Master parking the car in a fairly busy car park with people walking by. “Open your legs”. He forces his finger through the chain to feel how wet I am , he grips my hair and kisses me forcefully to re-enforce his dominant presence.  “Open the glove box”.  I look inside to see a heavy dungeon collar, a light dress style one and a leash. I lift my hair as I am required to do on sight of a collar. Master places the dress collar around my neck before reaching for the other collar and leash. He places them both his pocket. “I hope we won’t need these. Now go and change your clothes and meet me in the bar, you have a busy night ahead”.

I take a deep breath in and a long breath out and tell the person in the mirror - “You can do this you are in safe hands”. On entering the bar I can see my Master is already talking to a small group of suited and booted mature gentlemen. The cut of their clothes is tasteful and expensive.  They are immaculate, standing tall, uniformly with that look of confidence and authority that makes me wobble and want to drop to my knees.  I kiss him gently on the neck as I stand close beside him. “Hold out your hand”, he places 6 small pieces of folded paper into my palm, each with a three digit number on them. Then whispers “these are to be given one-by-one. You will carry out my wishes in chains until someone can release you”. I think that instruction proves even the smallest of seed a true Master plants. It is like a mind bending drug, creating illusions,  irrationality, nervous anticipation, excitement and that all important adrenalin flush.

When the time comes I pray that my Master will decide who he wants me to serve and act quickly to release me from what I know will be one of the longest waits of my life. The mental turmoil fed by nervous anticipation and the teasing of the mind is torturous. On the surface I occasionally - hate what My Master subjects me to, but I love it equally. The sadistic creative mind appeals to the masochist and everything else about him is a blissful turn-on. He makes me want to please him in every way I can, with both my body and mind.

I have many unanswered questions racing around in my head. My eyes glance over to my Master’s lap, but then back to my own as he puts the gear stick swiftly in its place. There is never a good time to ask questions, now more than ever I fear what my stupidity may earn.

I wonder when my Master starts to talk to the men will he do it in my presence? I don’t desire the choice of how and whom I serve. I trust him, if I please him and he is proud to own me, it will be reward in itself.  I will be happy and my heart full of joy. Mmmm, will I be able to interact? In fact will I be able to talk at all? Perhaps he will send me to the bathroom to freshen up. On my way back I will collect drinks for them.  One-by-one I may take a drink from the tray then kneel before each man in turn, holding his drink near my breasts. I wait for him to acknowledge me before serving him from my heart.

My Master must always come first, but because they are his guests, he will be the final one to be served. I hope he takes his drink and guides my head into his lap pressing my cheek against his warm crutch, then runs his fingers through my red hair to comfort me. I would hug around his waist then pull away, moving gracefully down to kiss his feet. Then kneel back and wait with my buttocks resting on my heels with my legs spread towards my Master to show that I belong to him and desire to please him.

The men would gather at the table in the middle of the room.  They have not said a word. They have done this before, but how many times.  How many have gone before me?  How old were they, what colour hair did they have?  Were they on their own or were they from a stable?

I know the temptation to fidget will grow harder and harder to resist, just like the battle of silence. Then a word will pass my lips.  If I am not careful the whole table would go silent. you would be able to cut the atmosphere with a knife as my Master’s look of disapproval would cut deep into my flesh “Do you have anything to say?” “No Master” I would mutter quietly. I imagine him reaching for and then squeezing my nipple tightly.  The pain will shoot through me, forcing my body upwards. “Now I have your attention do you have anything to say?” “No Master”. “Then I would rest back down and be quiet girl!”

How would I see these men? Just physical objects to fulfil my Masters wishes or maybe sexual desire would fill my mind, after all we are all ‘subs’ by choice and still have human instincts. It will be hard to hide the emotions if one was clearly not attractive to me. I need to avoid expressing it because  that would appeal to my Master’s sadistic streak.  I amequally sure, if I was attracted to one, there are ways to tease and torment too. It would be awkward to kneel there as they talk and think “God I want this man nowhere near me” or visualising.  My hair being gripped to pull me up onto my knees I place my hand around his cock and start to wank him against my tongue. After being with only my Master for a few months, during my training maybe, this will feel strange, almost disloyal, even though I was merely doing as I am told in his presence.

If I am really uncomfortable and my body language reflects what is in my mind.   Will my Master permit it or correct such behaviour? I imagine a hand landing firmly on my shoulder.  I jerk, and my heart jumps in to my throat as a voice says “Do I have a sub with an inability to follow simple instructions?” “No Master”. I take the cock deep into my mouth, thrashing my tongue around it. I pray my Master will return to his chair. A tug on my ear lube forces my head to one side and a firm twist has my watering eyes looking into his.  I swallow deeply in submission. “If you have any problems following my instructions tonight we can and will revisit some previous lessons.  Do I make myself understood!” “Yes Master” “Ouch! That hurt my ear”. After realising I was still under my Masters will, the sex may become far more spontaneous and in tune.

I am laid on the edge of the bed with my head back with a cock going gently in and out, hhhhrrrr! He’s fucking my mouth harder and harder. My nose is buried deep in his balls sack; they bang against my chin and lips with every thrust. I am gasping for air, I gag, his hands are tugging at my breasts, squeezing and pulling my nipples. RRRRRRRRRRRR!

 Another set of hands wrench my legs apart.  I feel a cock force its way between the chains and start to fuck me hard. The butt plug is being forced against the chain; my body tries to expel it.   I am hot and clammy. Another man is now on top of me and the cock deep into my throat helps restrict me fully. My mind is all over the place as things are getting suddenly  rougher, uncomfortable and I am violated from all angles. I am struggling to regain some sense of freedom, but instead I find a deeper sense of entrapment. The chains are pinching my flesh. Every thrust delivers sensations of pain not pleasure. I feel like I will split. I know I will not be able to see my Master but I will be able to sense his presence and control of the situation as if we were alone.  This  is reassuring and i clutch at that thought.

How will the chain come off?  The codes for the padlock on the pieces of paper I had given the men earlier, with a 33% chance of having the right combination on the second try the lock releases. It hurts as the chain comes away from where it has been indented for hours>. The butt plug is removed. I can feel the cool air flow into the wide gaping hole.  I feel really exposed, vulnerable and beautiful.

Their friend joins us; I am lucky, his cock tastes great. I am on all fours. One of the others moves behind me I sense a pause RRRRRRRR!  I feel a cold sensation and too late I realise it is lubricant I am made to have with me at all times in my Masters company.  My cheeks contract involuntarily as a finger gently traces the perimeter, spreading the lube evenly before easing slowly and expertly inside.  It is hard wide and suddenly the tempo changes and he is fucking my arse really hard and fast.  Hot flushing sensations come over my body, I feel like a mere fucking object. Three hours later, I lay on the floor still stretched from a fisting like a used rag doll.

When the time arrives how will he give me away? Will it be a blunt order, a descriptive reassuring request to pleasure or will he just let tell someone to take me and do as they please? If I am to receive punishment I wonder what his reaction will be to the administrator.  If they to tease me sadistically would a smile appear my Master’s face, will he look on with concern or just a reassuring look to inject strength and endurance into my body and mind. How long would I savour the panic growing inside before he intervened or would he add his own final touches to strike the chords only he can play and to reinforce that I am still at his will.

When I take a punishment from another in my Masters presence or at his request I trust he has considered my limits. I will be strong and demonstrate resilience, never show the true extent of my fear and anticipation or lack composer and grace for this may reflect adversely on him.  This is the part that I fear the most because although My Master knows my limits and will be there, I know that that the implements alone are not the issue.  No two Masters administer punishments the same way which on a first encounter can be scary. Trusting my Master’s judgement is vital also in the safe, sane, consensual world in which we play the pleasure is from the atmosphere created, the seed in the mind that are planted to trigger the emotions and punishment to release chemicals or emotions to take us to the space we love.

I wonder after does a sub have to entertain them at the end.  Maybe I will glance up to see the legs of chairs and men’s feet entering the room. My Master may invite a couple more who he has been talking too. They are sat at the far end of the room. I look up to see my Master.  In a weak and feeble voice I mutter “Did I please you Master?” “Yes you did”. “Thank you Master”. “But now you need to carry on.”  Suddenly I feel cold ice running rapidly over me. My whole body shivers almost like a fit my shallow breathes are forced out and rapidly inhaled again.

I start to masturbate for them. My mind is really spaced.  I felt my hand being moved up above my head and the ‘violet wand’ starts to shock my inner thighs. I tried to close them but the weight on them kept them spread. Then it was the turn of my clit.  The pain was intense.  I looked over to my Master. I hoped he would have mercy on me. “Please Master, MASTER PLEASE LET ME COME! Then came the nipple clamps and the tens. 

Now I imagine men standing over me wanking. I am exhausted and can only see their shadows. Some cum over me almost straight away.  That wonderful slightly chlorine smell,  some in my hair, some on my chin.  Some slipping off my cheek on to my breasts.  Others took what seemed like forever. My body is still moving to the tens rhythm. I look into the space of the room. I rub the cum all over my body.  That wonderful feeling as it dries and tightens my skin.  My Master gives me cold refreshing mineral water and tells me not to come until he returns from saying goodbye to his guests.

I feel alone and isolated and vulnerable, still covered in cum. My body was still going though. I had to cum I just couldn’t stop it. Then my Master returns “Now go and clean yourself”.  You are of no appeal or use to any Master in that state”.  I have my own desires of how I would wish the time alone to go.

Now we are at the club already.  It is time to find out what happens in reality rather than my submissive mind......

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The trains are an absolute nightmare. I have called Master to say I will be an hour late, now I am stuck at Watford Junction. I have been ten minutes late.... even fifteen and received equal number of strikes of the cane or the belt. My mind is already starting to race wondering “Will my Master still be nice to me or treat me harshly? What if he canes me, surely it will not be 60? Ouch!” Even the thought makes me wince and every muscle in my bottom clenches which must be drawing some attention on this  crowded train. We are a mile away from the station. Quickly I position myself near a door praying that it will be the right side for the platform, “shit!” some tourists with waist high suitcases have just queued beside me! “Cool, it’s the right side”. Safely in the taxi after one of the fastest sprints of my life, I read my Masters texts they fuel the nervous anticipation inside me and bringing a smile too. Finally I have arrived at the dungeon and hurriedly dressed for my Master in a PVC dress with holes in all the right places, no underwear and really shiny high black heels.

I am knelt on the flogging bench ready to be strapped into position. My lips touch the base of Master’s ear and slowly kiss down his neck. It feels intimate, his skin is warm and soft like the fresh cotton shirt he is wearing. Mmmm, I relax down to kiss his forearm and run my lips along his hand. Circling his index finger around my mouth before taking it deep inside, hoping his cock will be next. I sink to the bench like putty in his hands willing him to spank me, flog me, cane me, in fact do what the hell he likes to me. My body belongs to him. My toned back muscles tense and release to Master’s teasing touch. My mind can sense his indecision. How to most deveiously use me as a toy for his sadistic and sexual pleasure.

The straps on the bench entrap me, I feel a distance grow between us, the reality that fully defenceless to his will, for as long as he desires, sinks like a weight deep within me. My dress is slowly lifted to expose my flesh His hands lightly trace out the area for possible attention. The three ‘air’ swishes of the cane are his trademark signal to me the thickness of the implement.  The adrenalin flow I love so much in the random ‘waiting zone’.  “Ouch!” the cane is sending a sore cutting sensation deep into my flesh, my cheeks muscles involuntarily tense and my back arches, forcing me into the ideal position for Master’s next strike. My mind is indecisive it’s willing my mouth to say “STOP”, but my body is just craving for more and more. Even with the thigh restraints holding my cheeks firmly apart and lots of cool air-flow, I can feel the moisture grow. Strike by strike the pain is replaced by a sensuality which gradually releases the desire. The desire for more and the desire to please Master. Soon the two dozen feared have become the two dozen deserved, providing a hunger deep inside for more that only a true submissive can appreciate.

I have been honoured to receive far more with aid of the flogger, paddle, crop and tawse then finally the cane again. My bottom feels fuller and the muscles beautifully swollen. I can still feel the tingling sensation from the tawse, deep to the bone, it’s really strange. For a small piece of leather it can certainly pack a fair clout. Master has stopped? But he hasn’t released me? What next? Surely he can’t expect me to take more?

Mmmmm, Masters hand just stroked over my red hair sending a shiver down my spine. He has taken hold of my pony tail, pulling it to raise my head back. Spaced, I looked into his eyes. They are a window into a creative mind. His lips forcefully fall upon mine, slowly cool refreshing water passes from his mouth to mine, followed by the warm and full sensation of his tongue. I can not only smell his body close to mine but taste him inside me.

Released at last from the floor the dungeon, lights are bright against the ceiling almost like a sky at night. There is little time to feel the sensation of every cane welt against the carpet before the Tens machine starts to tingle inside me. My hands are moving down squeezing my hard nipples, caressing and tugging my breasts and sliding down my torso the tens power is increased and the waves have taken control of my body from my mind. Breathing deeply and rapidly my mouth feels dry, I reach back and grip the leg of the bench as if it is the only thing keeping me in this world while my body enters another. I glance down at Master. There is a temptation to turn over and present to him my masochistic streak missing him being in contact. My body’s orgasms are uncontrollable I have no more to give. Every muscle in my body aches from pumping itself dry.

The full length of Master’s cock is now reaching deep into my throat, I feel the full strength of his pelvic thrust and his body rests over mine as he fucks my face like an object. I really want to please him. He looks after me and satisfies my needs. I can feel his cock growing harder and harder in my mouth, its warm soft skin over a hard solid shaft that feels like iron. Our bodies are working as one. The muscles in his body contract into themselves as I feel the creaminess and warmth of his cum fill my mouth. I feel honoured to swallow the refreshment provided.

Tired and exhausted I turn onto my stomach, the TENs still as control over me as I furiously masturbate on the floor before him until he decides otherwise. My state of self consciousness appeared and vanished with a second. My nipples and clit both feel really hard. “Please Master can I cum?” “Yes” “Thank you Master”.

God I feel spaced even more than ever.............

Part two on its way xx

Punctuality or Punishment

I am at my Master’s room, I knock at the door,  my mind is slowly unwinding and gradually clearing and relaxing in a sense almost in a form of automatic submission, a feeling of comfort and safety. Suddenly he drags me through the door taking my breath away with one hand over my mouth gently squeezes my nose and his other hand in my bra pinching my nipple hard. Forcing his body next to mine my Master makes his disappointment regarding my punctuality loud and clear in his whispered words.

I was not here before my Master to prepare for him, by now his body should have been bathed and he should be relaxing after a hard day at work.  Now I must be punished and lose my pleasure in return. My Master has tied me to the bath my wrists together, my legs spread wide the bath is freezing cold against my back. I am struggling to adjust for any form of comfort.  A warm golden shower has fallen over my breasts and down between my legs.  The air cools where our juices have met, my body is begging him to touch me but he leaves me tied and alone. Finally the offer comes to wash me. Almost reluctantly I must say “Yes please Master”. My body is shivering but I have to take advantage of every opportunity of freedom even at a cost. I can hear the shower it sounds high pressure. I know it will be cold “Ssshhhh” My whole body is crunching in on itself my body gasping for air. The water bounces up on to my face from the top of my breasts I struggle slightly as I can feel a little drop enter my nose. My reaction sends fear to my mind but its relaxed and calm trained to trust my Master’s judgement even when he is annoyed with me.

I am released now and the towel felt warm as fresh blood rushed beneath my skin to meet it bringing colour back. My body no longer shivered but my Master ideas to obtain his pleasure from his Sub.

My wrists are secured behind my back, my ankles drawn up to meet them. From the outside I am merely a fucking object for my Master’s pleasure with his cock thrusting deep to the back of my throat. Inside my mind is clearing no longer thinking of my body or its pleasure purely of Master’s, now my mind is completely cleared of thought. My senses have become enhanced and take over from my mind. My body’s rigid movements are softened and harmonised as if our bodies are one.  A burst of warm cum swallowed. I roll onto my back, my legs separating slightly. I sense my body obtained pleasure I feel so wet, clear juices forming a string between my inner thighs. The room is floating slightly I am in submissive bliss.

The room seems bright. I sense the vibrator slide deep inside me with its smaller probe against my clit. My rope is getting tighter there will be no escape. My whole body is starting to spasm, every muscle tightening and straining the pain through my clit is becoming unbearable. I don’t even have to ask the question before I hear “You are not permitted to cum” he reads me to well. My Master places a gag in my mouth.  Then rolls me over onto my back, he has straddled my body intensifying the effect of the vibrator. The nipple clamps on my body is still reactive but my mind reads no pain. My body and mind are separate and no longer mine I am just like a visitor who as no influence in my Master’s property. My body becomes more relaxed and I can feel it pumping and the cum drenching my entrapped lips and forcing itself to the small gaps at the tops of my inner thighs.

I see my Master reach for the blindfold then the darkness falls again. Suddenly the sound of the lighter has broken the silence in the room. I brace myself in anticipation for the drops of hot wax. “RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR”. It’s freezing ice being rubbed frantically over my hot flesh sending tremors through my whole body which leave me gasping for air. My pelvis starts trusting uncontrollably as I cum and cum again. Hot wax starts to fall over my breasts I am trapped in a body I cannot control. I sense my mind wanting to escape even further and my whole body wanting to shake involuntarily. I feel deep within my Masters will.

My Masters has released me and gently held me to bring me down slightly and permitted me to use the bathroom for five minutes to clean myself.  Now I kneel before him once again.  He’s raising me to my feet by the collar around my neck and walking me to the door where he feeds the door chain through the chain on the nipple clamps. After a lengthy lecture on behaviour I felt the cool strands down my back 48 strokes were to come. I was getting wetter and wetter. I wanted to make a noise but didn’t dare to right next to the door. All I could mange was an idiot dance which made him miss and bang the door.

My punishment grew harsher as I was tied to the luggage stand with my legs spread wide 12 clamps placed on me one for each minute I made my Master wait. Plus a coat hanger with weight pulling my nipples hard My Master laid out his tea on my back and started to eat then after each minute one clamp was removed until my 12 minutes of pain was over.

I lay beside my Master and gently he tied a belt around my neck and pulled me down to suck his cock before tying the other end around the top of his leg making it possible to carry on but not to clear his cock from my mouth even if I wanted to.

On the bed I am flat on my stomach only bound by my Masters will with my ankles and wrists crossed behind my back. He orders me on all fours. Quickly I slide into position. He takes hold of my wrists my shoulders fall to the bed he’s pulls me back and forth thrusting his cock deep inside me harder and harder as he takes his pleasure then with one painfully deep hard thrust I sense my Master cum.