New Experiences

Submission is a journey and the more we discover and learn about ourselves the further we go. We get to know ourselves far better and realise the value in caring for and respecting our bodies.

This morning I have worked out on the exercise ball, medicine ball and circuit trained. Had a cold shower which helps with energy level and overall good health. My body is shaven and tanned, hair tied back tightly to keep it in place and my make-up and nails done. Today I have freedom to choose what I would like to wear to be pleasing to my Master's eye. I have selected the black PVC which looks good with my collar. Its important I care for and push myself; then my Master has more to work with; he can extend my boundaries far more and make me a better slave if both of our powers are harmonised.

I made a mistake today. I thought a taxi would be faster than the tube and arrived late to the dungeon because of the evening rush hour traffic. My Master smiled when I entered. Hes not cross with me went through my mind but my thoughts refocused on changing and presenting to him as soon as possible to avoid being at the receiving end of his displeasure.

I walked into the poorly lit throne room with my eyes fixed firmly to the floor. I did not need to see my Master to sense his power and presence. I few minutes passed then he lit the candles on the fireplace behind me. My eyes clenched together and I started to blink. I became accustomed to the light.

His eyes injected a cold rush of anticipation from my head to my toes, my hands clenched tighter and tighter around my collar, a cold shiver running down my spine as he circled around me gently stroking the side of my cheek before he is seated upon his throne.

"kneel"

Relief. Finally I will receive what my Master feels I deserve. I surrender my collar to him. As he places it around my neck it is as if my body and mind are now becoming his possessions, my power is being relinquished but at the same time there is an overwhelming comfort, warmth and strength.

My Master has ordered me to present to him, kneeling on the bed in front of him, my legs are spread wide, my spine curved downwards and arms stretching in front of me. I can feel him running his hand over my bottom. The swishing motion of the flogger feels like tiny cuts into my sensitive inner thighs and spread lips, then under my body. AAAAAAA the flogger just caught my piercing; the sharpness makes my whole body clench, I sink deeper and deeper into the bed and present even more to my Master relaxing as the flogger runs across my back and my bottom in a soft stroking motion. My eyes and my muscles clench with the first sudden blow, there is little time to feel the thud let alone the sharp burning sting between strikes, they grow faster and more random.

"No Master!, please Master!"

Master asks if I had permission to speak

"No Master"

"Lie on your back."

The blindfold, ball gag and earphones go on. I can feel my Master's hand squeezing my nipple. His other hand is deep between my legs, the cold sensation of lube oooooh, his hand caresses my breast, his grip is tightening ouch, my body is braced, slowly regaining composure, panting through my nose my jaw locking around my ball gag, a steel dildo is barging in and out of my bottom. I can feel its full texture as it's stretching me forcing my insides apart. Its deeper than I have ever imagined possible. The two types of pain at once are messing with my mind and I can't focus on both. My breast is released. I can feel the dildo moving slightly and can hear my Master attaching something metal, it feels heavy inside me the spreader is being secured to my ankles. Ouch one of the straps from the torture bed is being past under my knee over the spreader bar attachment holding the dildo, then under the other knee. Its pulling me tight it to the bed. I experience the downward pressure of the dildo deep inside me impaling me to the bed and making my rim wider as my muscles are fighting against it, trying to contract around it. My Master is now placing the other straps over my body, and places the stocks over my neck. I feel vulnerable. I have often wondered what it would be like to have a higher degree of bondage, for instance to feel my Master's cane gently run over then crash down onto my defenceless flesh with no means of bracing or moving to lessen its impact or being hung by the wrists and ankles to receive punishments but it has never entered my head that a Master could do this to his slave.

I have mittens on and my wrists are tied up in the air. I am scared I can no longer see or hear. A shiver goes down my spine as my Master runs a silk scarf across my body. RRRRRRRRR. Weighted nipple clamps are squeezing tightly; they are so sore! My breathing is getting faster and shallower as my Master secures a vibrator over my clit. Wax is falling over my body randomly. My arms and legs are going stiff from hyperventilating. I can feel my whole body shaking involuntarily. I put my head back; not only is every muscle in my body contracting tighter and tighter, my brain is going faster and faster, racing in circles and tightening like a spring in a windup toy. I want to communicate with my Master but I am trapped in the space I enjoy.
The pain in my clit is intense. The worst I have ever felt, my pelvis rising slightly forcing my bottom to fuck the dildo harder and harder but permission to cum as been withdrawn. My Master had returned from his business meeting early on Tuesday and caught me pleasuring myself in his office chair. I will never forget the look of disapproval or the harsh punishment that followed. Back to here and now my Master runs a cold blade up the insides of my legs and up between my inner and outer lips, up my torso, around my breasts then gently up and down my the side of my neck before using it to remove the wax from my body. It was so sensual I laid perfectly still, I trust him entirely.

The vibrator is removed and replaced with an arrowhead shaped nipple clamp within my clit hood and tightened over my clit. I know that this final burst of pain will make me spirt. I sense my Master has now walked away, my breathing slows and deepens I feel relaxed and spaced out. Nervous anticipation is filling my mind. This is not a good position for a disobedient slave to be in. RRRRRR like a bolt of lightning my left wrist has broken free and clenched my right breast reassured to feel my nipple still intact. My Master snatched the clamp from it and for one awful moment I feared he may have taken my nipple with it. The earphone gently lifted away from my ears I feel the warmth of his breath then a whisper
"Now put your hand back".

Slowly I released my breast and raised my hand up again as the clamp went back on my breast.

"We will try that again in a few minutes and you will not move do you understand"

I nodded. I felt his fingers slide inside me moving faster and faster gradually increasing in number running along the line of the dido still lodged in my bottom. I can feel his hand closing, his fingers inside me and the base of his thumb a grip onto my pubic bone.

"Now I have my Slave where I want her"
With two short sharp tugs the clamps had gone the pain sent me through the roof. Finally My Master has released me.

I came down from the bed "Would you like a drink?" I looked over to the shiny glasses and the cold refreshing bottle of white wine on the table. "Yes Master" his eyes pointed toward a bowl he had placed near his foot stool "Thank you Master" I dont care that the wine is in a bowl, the air near the ground is refreshing, cool like the wine that I lap up with my tongue and is soothing my sore gaping bottom.

My Master has asked me to quickly fetch two paddles from the other room in the dungeon. There is a plain one and one with holes. Nothing really new there. Mmmmmm a studded one; that was nice last time. Right I need one more thats slit down the middle not sure if that will hurt. Now this looks more interesting; it resembles the jagged bits on the side of a grater. Im not sure Master will wish to use that on me but secretly I would love to experience it. I will pretend I think it's plain. Thats not really a lie as such. The time has come when I can sense a moment of hesitation. I have been over his knee, spanked and taken a hard paddling with the studded one. It made me cling like mad to the chair. I kneel before him again.

"Please pass me the other paddle"

"Oh I thought it was plain Master I didnt realise"

"Which side would you like?"

"Both Master"

"Stand and bend over"

It was a really nice sensual tingling sensation. "Its drawing blood" I ran my palm across one cheek of my bottom I look down and It is smeared with blood. I dont feel fazed in any way. There is no sense of horror. Still I want more. I am cautious though, I dont want to get blood everywhere. I am surprised by my feelings.
My Master strapped me to the spanking bench and gently wiped the blood away from the tiny pin pricks left by the paddle. For being late I will receive 36 of the crop and 24 of the cane. 60 in total, which is five for every minute I was late. My Master wants me to stay completely still and silent until the end or we will start again. Both cheeks are really sore and tingling now. I moved slightly as a sharp strike of the cane came down. I feel like it is cutting into me. I know later I will still have the 12 welts to remind me to always be punctual.

I have just got out the shower. I massaged shampoo gently through My Masters hair taking time to rinse it, stroking it back away from his face, it felt so soft and smooth. With a soft flannel I gently cleansed each side of his face from the centre of his nose round in a circular motion ending at the base of his neck. The shower gel had a really fresh smell. It made me feel energised again as I attentively soaped and rinsed his whole of his back from top to toe. I kissed all the way down his body until I reached his heels, then rose up, kneeling again I kissed each cheek, gently spreading them to run my tongue around his rim.

My Master turned I stood before him and kissed his neck before washing and rinsing his front. I circled my tongue round one nipple then the other moving down to kneel before him. My breathing became shallow to avoid an intake of water as I took his balls in my mouth. My hands reached up to stimulate his nipples, I drew my hands down, one to caress his balls and the other to gently wank his firm cock against my tongue, I started to run my tongue around the tip in a small circles then all around his bell end, up and down his shaft. The water falling on it was so refreshing. Then I took it deep into my mouth sliding it in and out. Suddenly I felt my Masters hand at the back of my head forcing me further on to his cock. I gagged. My arms shot back, the water was coming down fast over my face, I pulled close into him; no matter how much water poured over my face that closeness allowed me to breathe, it was comforting and I felt safe. My whole body, including my gag reflex, the tickling sensation of the tip of his cock touching the back of throat, aroused me.
My Master released my head from his grasp I rested back and wiped the water from my face. I looked up at him as he wanked, I could see every muscle in his body start to clench then he came all over my face. I ran my index finger from the side of my cheek around to finish across my lips then wiped his cum into my mouth. Before placing my finger deep inside to ensure nothing was wasted. I closed my eyes I felt my Masters golden nectar flow onto my cheeks I smoothed it down and massaged it into my breasts. My Master told me to clean myself up and meet him back in the dungeon in fifteen minutes he had a surprise for me.
I kneel before him in the throne room as he secures a leash to my collar and blindfolds me.
"Come"

I am walked into the other room, pulled to my feet by my collar and secured to a torture chair. My ball gag is replaced. I can feel the weight of fear in the pit of my stomach as it is not my Master who removes my blindfold but her, the switch again. With the two of them this could be my night of heaven and hell rolled into one.