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Becoming His Pain Slut

BDSM phone sexI have discovered something about myself.  I love pain.  Well I do not love it, it hurts like a son of a bitch but I get off on it.  I didn’t even realize the effect it had on me until He mentioned it.  The ropes were tight against my pussy and clit.  Every once in a while He would come over to grab the rope and move it slightly.  It pinched my pussy lips and clit and caused me to gasp.

I couldn’t move at all, my legs and arms were firmly secured in place.  I wanted so badly to move them away from that area because the bite of the rope hurt more than anything else.  He knew that and would slap my tits because I was thinking about it.  He always knows.  He then took a crop and slapped it lightly against my pussy lips which caused the ropes to move even more.

The little taps became harder and harder.  I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain, and my body was shaking.  I was almost jumping off the bed, or as much as I could anyway, which wasn’t much.  He pulled his cock out, pulled the tape off my mouth, then stuck his cock down my throat so that I couldn’t breath for a few seconds.  He then smacked my already sore clit and lips with the crop again, He pulled His cock out, then dove back in.  He asked me if His slut loved pain.  I tried to shake my head no, He slapped my clit even harder.  I cried out. 

He asked me a few more times and each time I would frantically try to shake my head no while he was face fucking me slowly, and each time the crop would come down harder.  He put the crop down, bent over me, parted the ropes, shoved two fingers into my pussy and pulled them out.  He removed his hard cock from my mouth only to thrust His fingers in.  I could taste myself.  He looked down at me and said, “My slut loves pain or her pussy would not be pouring out juice like that.”  He pulled his fingers out to put His cock back in, He pushed His dick into my throat as far as He could and came.

He looked down at me and smiled.  He said, “My very own pain slut, who knew?”  He then slapped my clit over and over again, not hard, but hard enough.  I could feel the orgasm building.  I was shocked!  He said, “Tell me you are My pain slut.”  I couldn’t bring myself to say it.  He stopped.  He told me He wouldn’t continue until I admitted to what I was.  I almost screamed out, “I’m Your pain slut!”  I needed release so badly.  He kissed my lips then rubbed my clit until I came.  I wonder what other delicious torturous adventures await me.

Man Cave

Bondage phone sexHe told me He wanted some friends over and I was to make sure that I had everything prepared for Them.  I made sure the house was spotless, up to His standards, I also made sure that there were enough drinks, and food.  He toured His house to check over everything.  When He was done He came to me to say that He was well pleased.  I smiled.

His guests arrived and I was dressed in the clothing and shoes that He had provided for me. I welcomed each Man who walked through the door, taking Their coats, then leading Them downstairs to the Man Cave to watch the footballs games.  After All were situated, I made my way around the room, taking drink orders.  I could tell that All were looking at me, watching me.  I took care of everything.  I served them the food that I had lovingly prepared. All was going splendidly, until I dropped a tray of food in the kitchen.  I cleaned it up, then restocked the tray and made my way back downstairs.

When I entered the downstairs the game was off.  All were looking at me and He was standing up.  I knew right away that He knew that I had dropped the tray.  I wasn’t sure how though since the Kitchen was on the other side of the house.  I didn’t break anything, it just dropped.  He told me to put the tray down.  I became nervous.  He gestured for me to approach Him. 

Before I knew what was happening He had lifted my dress over my ass, pushed me over His lap, and started to paddle me.  He was using the new paddle He had made.  It was a dull thud against my backside, but it hurt none-the-less. I was trying not to cry at the pure humiliation of it all.  He was scolding me as if I were much younger.  The Other’s were encouraging Him, telling Him to give me more swats so that I could learn my lesson.

When He was through, He thought it best that I be tied to the post in a stress position until the game that was playing was over.  He tied me tightly, not speaking to me as he did so.  The rope bit into my skin, I would have marks that would be need to be covered at the office.  He turned the game back on and They all watched without so much as giving me a second glance.

Great Lengths

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He told me to be careful.  He wants me to have a good time while I am out with my friends but to pay attention to my surroundings, keep my head about me.  I told him I would before I hung up the phone.  I got dressed, then drove to the club.  I was meeting friends, and since I had to get up early in the morning I drove there myself.  I made sure that I only had one glass of Champagne, so I could leave early and get home in time.  The rest of the evening I drank sparkling water. 

I am not sure what happened, but when I left I was just about to my car when I started to feel incredibly dizzy.  I had to hold onto the car so that I could stay on my feet, I had just opened up my door and then everything changed. When I woke up I was in the back of a mini-van, there were two men driving.  I had  no clue where we were, it was very dark out so I knew we weren’t near any big towns, or a city.  I started to panic and I felt like I was going to get sick.

Eventually we pulled over and I was shaking because I was terrified. My legs and wrists were secured and I had no way to get the duct tape off.  I was yanked from the back of the mini-van, and placed in between the two men so I could hop my way to the front of the vehicle.  One of them secured a piece of duct tape over my mouth.  The passenger door was still open and I was bent over the seat.  My legs and ass were outside the vehicle while my tits were pressed up against the actual seat.

The first sting happened suddenly.  It cut through the skin on my ass cheek as if it was made of butter.  I cried out, the second was hard but I could tell it wasn’t as sharp as the first, but it still hurt more than I could bare.  Sweat covered my body, I was trying to wiggle around, to get away, but that was not possible.  A third, fourth, and fifth lash came down just as hard.  I was sobbing.  Then I felt something thick and wet squirted between my ass cheeks.  I had no idea of what it was but then I felt the first four fingers burst their way into my asshole.  The whipping was bad enough but this brought on a whole new level of pain.

I tried to beg through the duct tape, it came out as just a muffled whimper.  I felt the last knuckle of the thumb penetrate my ass, then I felt a fist form.  I was being fisted and there was nothing I could do to stop it.  I kept praying, pleading, crying, and anything else I could think of to make it stop.  I felt the fist slip from my ass and there was an overwhelming sense of relief.  I could tell my asshole was gaping open.  Then I felt his cock, ramming at full speed into me.  At that point I had given up, I told myself that if perhaps I tried to enjoy what was happening that maybe I would.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath through my nose and pushed back against the eager cock.  His hand slipped between my legs and my clit was pinched hard.  I yelped again, but I liked it, I liked the pain.  His fingers started to softly stroke my clit, then it would be pinched again.  This went on until He came deep inside of me. 

I was turned around roughly while the man took his Balaclava off.  It was Him, my Sir whom I had spoken to before I left to spend time with my friends.  He looked at me and said, “Next time do as you are told instead of ignoring your surroundings.  This could of been really bad for you, I hoped you learned your lesson.” 

Anal Training

Bondage phone sexHe wants me to be able to take a huge dildo in my ass without whimpering.  Although I think deep down inside He loves when I whimper when He is harsh with me.  The first thrust is always the hardest to take, there is a little lube but really nothing else except for my pussy juice.  He had been using me for a hour when He decided that some anal training would be added to the day’s play.

He pressed it in with a hard steady push.  I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to cry out, but having a ball gag in your mouth makes it impossible to do so.  All you hear is a muffled cry.  He kept asking me if it was too much, I would nod my head yes, and He would wait.  Then He would push the dildo in farther and farther until it was completely filling me.  Of course the body wants to force whatever is being placed in your ass out, so it kept on slipping. He told me to use my muscles to keep it in, but that just caused it to slip out faster.

Again I think He enjoyed this as each time it would slip Hwould swat me across my ass hard, over and over, then push it back in.  This went on for a good amount of time until He came around to my face, took the ball gag off, shoved His hard dick into my mouth and unloaded his ball sack fully into the back of my throat. 

He told me that next time we would go with something bigger, and we would do so until He was satisfied and I could walk around without a harness and without the toy falling from me.  This will take a lot of work and makes me wonder just how big we are going to go.

Proper Public Subby Wear

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I am a little bit nervous.  I have made contact with a Dom and He wanted to meet in real time.  We have spoken online a lot at a Fetish site and it is time to move onto a real time meet.  He told me to wear what ever I wanted because this will just be to see if we get along well enough to move onto a real time arrangement.  However, I am so nervous.  What if him asking me choose my own clothing is a test?  How do I choose. 

Maybe I shouldn’t be worried, but something is telling me to choose wisely.  I asked him last night what sort of things does he like for a woman to wear.  I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “Surprise me.”  This is very important to me so I do not want to mess it up.  I need help in choosing.

What type of things do you like to see your subs in when you meet in public?  Is there something specific that all subs wear that they should never be without when out with a Dominant?  I googled some things but cannot find anything.  I was thinking of wearing some sexy lingerie under a very sexy, yet appropriate dress as the place we are going to meet is rather upscale and I do not want to embarrass him in any way.

If I wore something like stockings, and sexy lingerie would you find that appealing, or would that not be what you would be expecting for a first meet?  Please help!

Aching For You

Submissive phone sexEvery part of me aches with want of You.  I want to feel Your strong hands against my soft skin.  The sweet lash of Your single tail whip against my back, thighs, and ass.  I want to feel the bite of clamps against my tender nipples.  Your harsh demeaning words ringing in my ears.  To feel the rope press into my flesh as You tie Your toy tight.

I have never craved something so much in my life.  I know how that all feels, how You work your magic over Your whore.  The stress positions that You leave me in for a time until I beg for You to allow me to do your bidding.  This cunt is Yours, and Yours alone.  It belongs to no-one but You.  Every shallow breath, each soft moan, each gasp, and each orgasm is Yours.  Yours to allow or deny. 

I am here for You.  What type of slut do You wish for me to be for You today Sir? W/we have played so many times and each time I hear Your voice I melt.  I love the role-plays that You think up.  Your slut enjoys her time with You.  Thank You Sir, for blessing me with Your voice, and Your time.  I am forever grateful.

His New Fuck Doll

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From the moment W/we stepped into His house He took control.  I met Him at a gathering for the Charity that I do work for.  He was very handsome, you could tell from just the way He carried Himself that He possessed power.  He caught me looking at Him a few times, I was mesmerized by Him. He pulled me to the side to simply say, “You want to fuck Me. Don’t you?”  I was taken aback by His forwardness.  I managed a meager nod of my head.  He smiled and told me I would have to earn that then He walked away.  I wasn’t sure what He had meant by that, however, I was soon to find out.

After the gathering I was heading to my car when I heard His voice call me over to Him.  He took my phone to put His address in my GPS then told me to be there no later than 11:00 p.m.  He left.  I wasn’t sure if I would actually go, but He did.  I only had forty-five minutes to get there.  I got into my car and drove.  I kept having doubts about just going to a stranger’s house like this.

The door was open, I cautiously walked in to find Him sitting in a chair drinking a night cap.  He just looked at me, I felt rather awkward just standing there.  I felt somehow exposed.  His silence was unsettling.  He told me to put my clutch down and strip.  I am not sure why but I did just that.  He instructed me in detail how to take each item off, I had to listen very carefully.  Once I was down to my lingerie He had me stop.

He got up to walk around me.  His hand was on my ass, He slapped it hard, so hard in fact that I almost lost my footing.  I had to hold onto the chaise that was there to remain standing.  He placed His hand between my shoulder blades, pushing softly to indicate that He wanted me to bend over.  I did so.  He leaned over me, His hand went to my throat.  He applied pressure, squeezing slightly.  He kicked my feet apart, His other hand went up between my legs.  He then asked me if I wanted this.  I softly said, “Yes.”  He said, “Yes what?” I said, “yes please!”  He brought His hand down hard on my left ass cheek.  He said, “Yes. What.”  I said, “Yes please … Sir.”  He told me I was going to be a good fuck doll.

Punish Your Whore

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I gave in.  It was what I wanted and needed.  I needed to feel the sting of the crop across my bare ass.  Everything I was and am are Yours. I completely understand why You had to punish me.  You had given me a task, one which I was unable to complete due to work.  However, that doesn’t matter.  My work responsibilities are my problem, and not Yours. I could of very well excused myself from my meeting to go into my office for a couple of minutes to do as You requested, but I did not.

I put my work ahead of Your needs and that is unacceptable.   Now you have me tied in the corner of Your apartment where You can easily access me for any reason.  Other than a hard swat across my ass You pay me no mind.  A part of me wants to give in and cry.  I know You told me not too so I am not, but it is so hard.  I have to go to the bathroom so badly but I know better than to ask.

I will just have to endure and complete my punishment to show You how very sorry I am.  I only hope that You can see that I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart.  I know You have more punishment planned for me this evening, and I will do anything You require, as a good submissive whore should.

only Yours,

Bo

Public Humiliation

Submissive phone sexAs you all know I am looking for a Master, and I have been for quite some time now.  I have met many Men who think They can just do the BDSM thing, and it turns out that They can’t.  BDSM isn’t about just hurting someone, believe it or not what You can do and cannot do is completely up to the submissive.  If Your sub has a hard limit then do not cross it, there is a good reason for them to have it, so respect it.  I say all that because I recently had an experience which I was sorely disappointed in.

I know a few P/people in the scene who have guided me, taken me under their wing, so when T/they suggest S/someone that I should make contact with I do so, without question.  I texted the number that was given to me and received a reply.  W/we were going to meet up at a very nice Hotel in the downtown area.  He instructed me to wear a body stocking, heels, and a coat over top.  I went to the room and He was not there yet.  However, there was a lovely display of food and a handwritten note telling me He would be late, to relax and enjoy the food and drink.

I had been there only a few minutes when the door opened up.  He marched in, grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me to the floor.  Before I could even move he slapped a pair of handcuffs on me.  Then ordered me into the bedroom.  This was unheard of, He wasn’t familiar with me, nor was I familiar with Him.  Usually there is a conversation before any type of play, detailing what is expected.  He however, went right into it.  I knew then that He was not at all experienced, and did not know how to be a Dom, and this situation could turn dangerous very quickly.

I started to speak, with great respect, but He hauled off and smacked me across the face.  Now I was just pissed off.  I wasn’t going to give myself over to Someone who was this violent right from the get go.  I asked him to take the cuffs off, He once again slapped me hard across the face, my lip started to bleed.  I decided that if I didn’t want to risk being severely hurt I should just comply.  He shoved me onto the bed, grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.

He told me to keep my head up, I did.  He put a collar on me along with a lead, then He used the lead to pull me off the bed.  It took me a moment to gain my balance.  He yelled at me to walk.  I started to walk around the room, but He pulled me so hard with the lead that I still have a mark on my neck from it.  He said, “No! We are going to go and walk the halls bitch!”  You see this a hard limit for me, I work at a very prestigious company and I did not want to run into S/someone I might know.

He pushed me out the door.  I was almost in tears at this point.  It was a mixture of being pissed off, embarrassed and completely humiliated.  He walked me up and down that hallway for at least twenty minutes.  He was berating me the whole time, I couldn’t help but think that there might be little ones in someone of those rooms and I certainly did not want to get arrested just because this ass clown didn’t know what He was doing.

We went down to the next floor, again, W/we marched up and down the hallway for the same amount of time.  W/we finally returned to the room, He took the collar off, pushed me down on the bed to position me on my back with my head hanging off the side of the bed.  Due to the fact that I was wearing a now torn body stocking I was slipping off, all  I could think of was hitting my head on the floor and breaking my neck.  Nothing about this play was safe, nothing.  He came on my face then took the cuffs off.

He smiled at me and asked me how I liked spending time with Him.  Since W/we were no longer in play mode I told that idiot off!  Men like Him cause severe damage and injury.  They are dangerous.  Tomorrow I am going to have to have a talk with the one who had me get in touch with Him in the first place.  Luckily, Those I speak to here know how to be a Dom, and for that I am grateful!

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The very first time I felt the sting of a crop across my ass I winced.  The sting that it left was both painful and at the same time delicious.  With each and every swat I found myself being lulled into a dream like state.  The Master who was administering the strikes told me to just let go, float along, allow my body to enjoy the delicate balance between pain and pleasure.

I gave in as instructed.  I began to moan with pleasure.  I could hear Him behind me, His breathing changing every time the crop came in contact with my reddened flesh.  There was no pain at that point, just pure pleasure.  He pressed his fingers against my now aching pussy.  He pulled at my pussy lips, stretching them down as far as he could pull.  Just the simple fact that His fingers were so close to my cunt made me even wetter.

He asked me to Whom did I belong, I gasp out, “You.”  He brought the crop down with more force.  His voice low, guttural in tone, asking me once more to Whom did I belong.  I almost shouted, “You!”  He put the crop down to come and stand in front of me, He directed me to take His magnificent cock in my mouth.  He pulled my head back, I want to beg for Him to bring me to orgasm but I knew that His needs were all that mattered.

I opened my mouth as He thrust his hips forward to shove His throbbing cock deep into my throat.  He held it there as He told me to look up at Him.  I was not to divert my eyes from His.  He throat fucked me as my cunt dripped with pussy juice.  It hungered for Him to tease it to release.  He came in my mouth, stroking my face gently as He pulled his spent cock from my mouth.  He told me that I had to wait a bit longer, He wasn’t done with O/our playtime yet.

I said, “Yes Sir.” He told me that I was a good girl and that He would be back shortly.  I laid there aching for His touch as the pain returned to my tender ass, I winched as I rolled onto my back in the position that He always made me wait in.  I reveled in the knowledge that I had pleased Him and that He had given me the ultimate gift of His cum.