Artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge

When you come to make the most important decision in your life, you want it to be a decision made by a true free choice and driven by the tremendous passion you have.

To me ... a lot of special girls have come over the years and yet I haven't found you yet, the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.

For 20 years I practiced exciting intimate-control with local girls - we stretched boundaries, flirted with the dark side, but all with security, protection and emotion.

Emotion is a motion that sweeps you away.

Like me ... who's not afraid to incorporate it in my BDSM 24/7, because emotionless control freezes on its own without dynamics and communication that stimulates the imagination and flames your core.

I haven't yet found a lover to go with me on this liberating path to the end, so I decided again to expand the boundaries and look outside my homeland as well.
I don't completely rule out a relationship with my sisters across my land, but you have to be a very special girl so that we can be together in love for the rest of our lives, no matter what country you're coming from.
Our world is advancing, and technology is making it smaller and smaller and there's no reason not to look beyond the horizon to countries that once seemed so far away.
I will emphasize that I'm not looking for something virtual, only the real thing, a sub that wants to live a lifestyle that overwhelms and excites you!
Like me ... who doesn't give up my truth and my innate tendencies to control and lead.
We will have some way to do, it's not that tomorrow we can fulfill our desires and relish on them - but what about a little effort and growing pains for a whole life of happiness, satisfaction, love and common growth?
Imagine two years from now, you live the life you wanted, like poetry, a relationship that's written about in legends or movies and you remember the moment you read those powerful words, as the moment it all started.
If it's not worth a send of a message right now, when you're still thinking about it, then I don't know what a woman in this world is looking for. Family and a home, you want me.

 

You once again help me into the car and come around to the other side. On the drive home, You take my hand in Yours and place it on Your trousers over Your rising cock. Knowing Your intention, I start to rub Your bulge gently, making circles up and down the length with my fingernail.

"When W/we get home I want you to immediately strip and get on your knees. You will have 60 seconds to complete this task. If you are not done in time, you will be punished. Understand?"

I nod and say "Yes Sir."

Not five minutes later You pull the car into the car park and I hurriedly dash for the door. Inside I frantically strip off my clothes and shoes, peeling them off before I have even made it completely into Your room. I drop to my knees, spread my legs apart, clasp my hands behind my head, and await Your arrival right behind me. You walk in only seconds after I am done. You smile.

"Good girl."

"Kneel up pet," You say as You grab the back of my neck, pulling me up.

I raise until I am perched on my knees and even with the crotch of Your trousers. You lower Your zipper and undo Your belt. Your trousers and boxers fall to the floor.

"Open pet. I'm going to fuck your mouth."

You pull my head toward Your already stiff cock and I open my mouth wide. I feel the head of Your penis enter my mouth and hit the roof of my mouth and trail down to my throat. I gag as You put both hands at the back of my head and press me into You so that Your cock is sent deep into my throat.

"Let me see how well you deep-throat my slut. I know you've been practicing."

I try to relax my throat and accept You. You use Your hands to determine the speed and force for this event.

"Take my cock slut. Take it all the way."

I continue to gag and tears are now forming in my eyes from the struggle. As much as I try to relax, I can't stop the reflex. You start forcing Your cock into my mouth hard and fast. You truly are fucking my mouth and I'm now having a hard time breathing. I start to struggle. I can't breath again and I'm starting to panic. You keep thrusting deeper and harder and it becomes too much. I'm struggling for breath and I give in to the panic. My hands come unclasped from the back of my head and I push You back trying to catch my breath. You immediately stop as I am coughing, crying and breathing like I hadn't had a breath in minutes. I brace for punishment and Your disappointment, but it does not come. You kneel down next to me and stroke my hair.

"Breath pet. Deep breaths. Are you ok?"

"No" I hiccup.

"Ok. Talk to me. Tell me what's happening."

I try to catch my breath enough to speak so that my words are understandable.

"I...couldn't..... breathe..... I.... panicked.... when.... I....couldn't.....breathe.....and....You.....wouldn't.....let.....me....up."

You pick me up off the floor and carry me to the bed. You hold me in Your arms and hug me, telling me it's ok.

"I'm sorry little one. I didn't realize you couldn't' breathe."

You continue to try and soothe me.

"We will work on that, ok? It's not the end of the world. No more crying. You're safe."

The last part caught my heart and I looked up at You. I looked into Your eyes and knew You were telling me the truth. I am safe with You. You take my face in Your hand, smooth away the tear-soaked, matted hair around my face.

"I will never cause you permanent injury or serious harm. Punishments will hurt, but won't harm you long-term. If something like this happens, I need you to tell Me immediately so W/we can identify the fear and work through it. Promise Me you will tell Me pet."

Through little gasps I promise.

"I didn't mean to Sir. I just couldn't breath. I thought You would let me up for air, but You never did. I started to panic and couldn't continue. I'm sorry Sir."

You hug me tightly.

"Don't apologize pet. You did the right thing. I want to push your limits, not create more fears. W/we will work on technique for deep-throating Me and I will try to remember to time my aggressiveness so that you have enough time to breath. You are not the only one who learns through this process, pet."

With that You kiss me on the forehead and let me snuggle my head into Your shoulder.

After my breathing has become even and normal, You pull me over You and kiss me, lightly at first, then deeper. Your passion from earlier has not lessened. As You kiss me wildly, Your hands start to roam my body. Your hand rests on my breast, circling the nipple at first, then lightly pinching it. I moan into Your mouth and You roll me over onto my back. You kiss me hard, then move Your mouth down my neck, past my shoulder, to my breast. You circle my nipple again, this time with Your tongue. Without warning You latch onto my nipple and start to suck, lightly at first, then with suction. My nipples are so sensitive, I begin to squirm under You. This spurs You on, as You love the way I move with Your touch. You switch to the other breast and nipple, sucking and licking. Soon You have increased the pressure and begun to bite my nipples. They are sensitive still from the hours wearing the nipple clips this morning. One of Your hands trails down my stomach and dips into my pussy. It is incredibly wet. You lift up and put Your finger to my lips. I open my mouth and suck on Your finger, tasting myself on You.

"You're very wet my pet. Do you taste good?"

As you pull Your finger from my mouth, I mumble a soft yes Sir. You sit up and remove the remainder of Your clothes.

I hear You grab a package and rip open a condom. Even though I'm on the patch, W/we take no chances. I feel You come back above me as You move my legs to allow You in between. You kiss me again roughly, passionately. I feel Your need as You tease my clit with Your rock hard cock. I'm burning with need now and can't wait to feel You inside of me. Since You used a condom, I know that my ass is safe, at least for now. I feel Your cock as You start to push into my sopping wet pussy. It is incredibly tight because of the large butt plug that is still inside of me. With continued pressure Your cock enters me bit by bit. It feels like I'm being pinched but then I start to relax and allow You inside. Slowly You make it all the way inside my pussy and once in, remain still for a time. You feel so good. I feel so tight. You begin to move, slowly at first, then with purpose. My ass starts to rub against the comforter and it starts the fire again.

"Could W/we try doggie-style please Sir?"

Knowing I'm in pain from the punishments You gave earlier today, You agree. You grab me by my tummy and flip me over in one fluid movement. I am on my knees, ass in the air, with You behind me still inside my pussy. The new angle opens me up for You and You are able to move inside me more easily. You begin to thrust into me at a steady pace. I feel Your hand reach around and start to rub my clit, which is now swollen and very sensitive. I moan loudly as I can feel Your cock moving in and out of my pussy while the plug is forced inside me with each inward thrust, and the stimulation of my clit all at once.

"Good girl. Does that feel good My slut? Do you like feeling my cock deep inside you?"

I can only groan loudly as it becomes a blinding mix of electricity, feeling tingling everywhere. I feel the most incredible orgasm building from deep within my body. I don't know when I will explode but it might be soon. Knowing I am not allowed to cum without permission, I cry out.

"I think I'm going to cum soon Sir."

"Not yet pet. I have not given you permission to cum yet. Hold it for Me. I own Your orgasm. You will only cum when I tell you too."

I squeeze my legs together, hoping to stave off the onslaught of the orgasm. I feel the wave coming and try desperately to control it.

"Yes Sir. Oh God Sir I'm close. Ohhhhh."

I try to hold back as You continue to move inside of me. I am losing all control. I feel You tighten and finally You give me permission.

"Cum for me pet. Cum for your Master. Thank Me as you cum."

That was all I needed to hear. With one more thrust of Your cock I explode into a flurry of spasms and pulses.

"Thank you Master. Thank you Master.... Thank.... You.... Master," I keep uttering over and over as I melt into a puddle of bliss.

You pull out of me, guide me onto my back, and slip out to the bathroom.

I vaguely hear You return to bed. You pull the covers over me as You climb in next to me. You move the hair out of my face and see I'm smiling in my pre-sleep haze.

"Mmmmmm good girl. You did such a good job. I'm proud of you for holding your orgasm for Me, pet."

I curl into You like a content kitten. You wrap Your arms around me and spoon me for the first time in a very long time. It all makes sense now. I am not just happy. I am content. I am where I belong.

I am not yet asleep when I hear You whisper into my ear.

"W/we have a big day tomorrow My pet. Tomorrow W/we will be officially marking You as Mine with a few piercings I have selected and a new collar. Rest now pet. I love you."

As I drift into sleep, I feel elated. I am officially His. He is so proud of me He wants to finally mark His ownership of me. How did I get so lucky? I am blissful. If this is what it will be like, I truly look forward to life as Your pet.

With that Your hand comes back down on my ass cheeks, alternating one then the other. As I count in my head, I wonder how many I can take. I've felt myself wiggle and my ass feels like it's on fire. The fire grows into fierce pain as the spanking continues well past 20. I'm starting to whimper as I feel like I can't take anymore. You stop at 25 and tell me I've done well.

"Not bad for your first spanking with Me. This will certainly not be what it's like each time. I may desire to use a belt, whip, hair brush, or anything else that might make a good implement. I do wish to find your limit so that I may push you past it, however that will come in time. I tend to use spanking as a punishment, so you want to be sure to follow directions unless you wish to be intimately acquainted with this activity."

I feel You rubbing my reddened ass and You seem pleased. It burns greatly, however it has replaced the throbbing in my ass from the plug and the brutal ass fuck, at least for now. You moan Your approval as You continue to rub me.

"I love the way your ass turns deep red with such little effort. I look forward to seeing what marks will show on you."

As You continue to massage the globes of my ass, I feel You reach for the plug again. You twist the base and pull it out swiftly. I buck with the movement and groan in discomfort.

"Time for your shower pet. Be sure to wash thoroughly. I want you clean enough to eat off of," You say with a wink.

You toss me a towel and I grab my toiletry bag from my luggage.

"Oh, one more thing before you go. You are not to wear the towel into or out of the bathroom. If someone sees you, simply smile and keep going."

I nod and silently groan. I open Your door and peek out, trying to see if anyone is in the bathroom across the hall. I don't hear anything so I start to open the door completely to make my dash. Just as I'm about to scoot, You stop me and tell me I've forgotten something. I look at You and You're holding out the butt plug. I grab it with an oops and You slap my ass as I turn to go.

"Ouch!"

I screech and You simply laugh as I look back at You over my shoulder with a pout.

"Go, go, go little one" You say.

I look again and bolt across the hall into the bathroom. Relieved that no one is there, I close the door and get to my tasks. The water feels so good so I take a few minutes to just stand under the heat. It feels lovely to wash away the travel grime from the last 24 hours. I diligently wash and condition my hair and scrub my body thoroughly. I even take the time to soap up two of my fingers and wash the inside of my very sore asshole. It takes some will power and effort, however after a few tries and using the side of the tub to seat the base, I manage to get the large butt plug back in. My ass is so painful between the spanking and ass fucking that any touch causes shockwaves and twinges of pain straight through me. I step out of the shower after rinsing and gingerly towel myself off. I'm not sure I will be able to sit comfortably today.

With my towel wrapped around my wet hair and completely naked, I open the bathroom door a crack to see if anyone is around. I hear the washer running, so I know someone is doing laundry. I just hope they don't chose now to check on it. Master's door is closed and I'm not certain if You've left for work yet or not, as the door to the garage is closed as well. I decide to take the chance and dart for Your door. I open it and swoop in quickly. Just as I start to shut the door, I see one of Your flat mates half way down the steps. Oh my God! Did he see me? I turn a bright shade of red and quickly slam the door. You're sitting on the bed with Your laptop and look up. You laugh, seeing my color change.

"I take it you were not alone?"

Breathlessly I say "no Sir, Your flat mate was coming down the stairs! I think he might have seen me!"

"Good," You say and smile that evil grin.

"You will have to get used to being naked in front of others at some point My pet. Might as well start now."

I'm mortified. Being naked in front of anyone but my lovers is such a terrifying thought.

"Come to Me little one."

I drop my toiletries on the bed, take the towel off my wet hair, and move to stand next to You by Your bed. You wrap Your arm around my thighs and start to rub the indentation of my hip. You love that part of me. You remove Your laptop and tell me to bend over. As I do, I feel You move and get up off the bed. You are standing behind me and hear the zipper of Your pants as they are brought down. I feel Your hand at the plug and You pull on the base, slowly this time. I feel it ever so steadily being forced from my tender anal passage. At the widest point, You stop the removal and hold it there, stretching my ass so wide I feel like I will be split in two.

"Breath pet. Deep breaths," you tell me as You maintain Your grip.

After what seems like forever, You pull the plug the rest of the way out. Relief is instant and I let out a deep breath.

"I must leave for work My pet, but before I go, Your rituals will begin immediately. The first one, as discussed, is taking my cum in Your ass to wear all day. Are you ready?"

I groan out a "Yes Sir" and You get to Your task.

I hear You spit and feel wetness on my asshole. I am glad that there will be at least some lubrication this time, but dread the pain I know is coming. You spit again and I feel Your cock poke into my asshole. You push slowly and break through my anal ring. I grab the comforter on the bed as the pain hits me.

"Good girl" You say, as You push deeper. "You're doing a very good job taking my cock today pet. You will be used daily this way, so You need to learn to get past the discomfort and please Me."

You continue Your slow assault on my ass pushing Your cock all the way in as deep as it will go, then dragging it almost all the way out. You keep the tip of Your cock in my ass, then push steadily back in. As You continue to work my ass, Your strokes become faster. I can see the clock on Your discarded laptop and understand why I'm in so much discomfort. You've been fucking my ass now for almost half an hour. After the plug, brutal dry fuck in the car park, and spanking, I feel like I'm dying. Just as I can't take any more, I feel You start to pulse. You unload Your cum deep inside me and slowly slide Your spent cock out of my ass.

You replace it with the butt plug and firmly force it back into place, holding Your cum inside.

"Mmmmmm that was brilliant my pet," You say as You stand and grab a tissue. "I'm going to go clean up before work. Stay just like that until I return," You command.

I stay just as You left me, bent over the bed, hands curled in the comforter, legs apart, ass in the air. My ass is beyond throbbing now and I can only pray this is the last time You will use me like this today. My body is pulsing with every beat of my heart. All feeling is centered around my ass. I can feel I'm very wet, however I have not been allowed release at all to this point. I'm not sure I could, given the pain, however the urge is not lost.

When You return, You look handsome. Your hair is all pulled back neatly, You have a collared shirt on, dress trousers, and black shoes. You stand next to me and run Your hands over my shoulders, down my back, and gently rub my bum. Standing so close, I smell Your cologne and breath deeply. I love that smell. It smells like You. You tell me to stand and face You. I am having a hard time moving, so You lean and help me to stand. You grasp my head just above my neck and kiss me passionately.

"Welcome home My pet," You say with a huge smile.

"Mmmmm thank You Sir," is all I can manage after that kiss.

"I have left you a key on windowsill in case you decide to go out. Remember, I should be home by 6. Oh, when I get home, You will be in present position kneeling at the door with Your legs spread and Your hands behind Your head. You do not need to be naked, this time. Have a good day little one. I love you."

"I love you too Sir."

With that You kiss me on the forehead and pat my bum as You leave.

I am feeling very tired after the workout You just put me through so I decide to nap this morning so there would be a better chance of me sleeping tonight. I set the alarm on my phone to ring after 2 hours and curl up on the bed. It takes me no time to fall soundly asleep. After what only feels like minutes, the alarm is ringing. My eyes are burning and blurry and I struggle to wake up. I need so much more sleep, however You said I was only allowed two hours. I lay there trying to focus my eyes and rub them to hopefully stop the burning. I decide the only way to get through the next few hours is with coffee. I slowly get out of bed and decide to unpack my bags as quickly as I can so I can dress and reward myself with a hot cup of coffee. It only takes me a few minute to unpack and put away the minimal wardrobe and belongings I have brought with me. Packing light has it's benefits. I decide on some comfy pants, layered shirts and sweater, and sneakers. I grab my purse, jacket and the key and make my way up the drive to the road.

I spend a few hours walking around the neighborhood after finding coffee at the local shop nearby. It's a lovely area and I leisurely wander the roads that slope like a roller coaster up and down. It's a cloudy day and chilly, but the brisk air feels good. As I walk, I replay the events of the morning since I arrived. I have never felt so cherished yet tortured. My body is screaming in pain and discomfort, yet my heart is overflowing with happiness and fulfillment. It's such an odd pairing, yet it feels right. I try not to let my mind wander into what may happen tonight. I've learned not to try to anticipate, as it tends to only get me into trouble.

When I return to the flat, I head into Your room and look at the clock. It's now just before 3 which means I still have another 3 hours to waste. Just then I remember I was supposed to call back to the states and let everyone know I'm here safely. A week before I left, Master ported my phone number to Google Voice so that I can keep my number as we travel. I have turned my phone to airplane mode so I don't rack up minutes on the local company, however as long as I am logged into the wifi, I can make calls. I open the Google Voice app and dial Mom. It's just about 9pm so it takes a bit for her to answer. We chat for a bit and she is happy I'm safe and sound. She says she's going to miss me and wants me to check in every week or two so they know I'm still alive. I agree, send my love, and move onto the next call.

After my round of calls, almost an hour has passed. I decide to venture upstairs to see if anyone was home and maybe watch a little tele. I hear voices and as I round the top of the stairs, I see Master's male flat mate sitting in front of the tele watching sports. I blush, knowing he was the one who was coming down the stairs as I was getting out of the shower. I pray he didn't see me. I approach and say hi. He turns and smiles and says hello.

He asks me "How was your trip?"

I reply with funny details about the folks on the plane, people I met on the layovers, and my relief to finally be here. He chuckles and I notice that he keeps glancing over at me. When I look at him, he turns and focuses on the screen. Oh no! He DID see me! It's like he's eying me and picturing me naked again. He feels me looking at him and he turns toward me.

For whatever reason I feel brave at this moment and blurt out "did you happen to see me as I came out of the shower this morning?"

He smirked and said "I think I was coming down stairs, but I didn't really see anything. You're safe."

I breathe a sigh of relief, but something in me wonders if he's telling the truth. Ah well, I can't worry about it now. It's done, over.

I sit for a while making small talk with Master's flat mate and trying to figure out the game of cricket that is playing on the screen. I've lost all track of time and when I glance at my watch, it's 6:05pm. Instantly I'm up and bolt down the stairs.

"I'm so late!"

I still have to change clothes and be ready in position.

"Oh my God, Oh my God!"

I race around the room and dig out my brown halter dress, black heels, and a black sweater. I frantically start pulling off my clothes and pray for time. I am just getting my shoes on when I hear the door open. You look at me standing there wobbling, trying to fit my foot into my black 5 inch heel. You look at me with a grimace and I know instantly I'm in trouble. You slowly close the door behind You and place Your keys on the bed. I'm breathing hard and panicking. You walk to me and grab a fistful of my hair.

"How did I ask you to be when I arrived?"

"Dressed and in present position by the door Sir," I respond.

"Correct. Why were you not in position as I asked?"

I lowered my head in shame, which hurt, as You maintained Your grip in my hair.

"I asked you a question slut."

I stammer out "I lost track of time talking with Your flat mate Sir."

"Ah. Lost track of time. It happens," You say nonchalantly.

I feel a slight sense of relief, but only for a second.

"Forehead and toes against the wall, hands behind your back."

I immediately go straight to the wall and get into position. I hear You take off Your belt and think it is the handcuff belt that will be used to bind my wrists. Instead I hear the jingle of the purple wrist restraints as You place them around each wrist and attach them to each other. Once in place, You lift the bottom of my dress and put the fabric into my bound hands.

"Hold onto the bottom of this dress. Do not let it go," You say.

Fear wells up inside me as I know that my naked ass is now exposed. I hear You pick up the belt and hear the buckle clang. I feel Your hand go around the back of my neck, holding me in place. Suddenly I hear a whish, then a burning sting on my right butt cheek.

"OW!" I yell.

The belt comes down hard again and I lose my breath. I feel like I am being suffocated. I try to take deep breaths and I cannot get enough air in my lungs. The belt continues to rain down blows on my ass and thighs. I am crying now and I hear myself begging You to stop. All of a sudden I realize I should have been counting! I trying to quickly calculate the swipes and come up with a good guess of 10 so far. I start counting from there and continue to beg.

"Please stop Sir! Please! It hurts so bad! I can't take it! Please stop!"

As if I had said nothing, You keep slamming the belt into my battered body. You stop and ask me

"How many strokes was that slut?"

I respond through deep sobs with "20 Sir."

I hear You toss the belt on the bed and feel You lean toward me. Your breath is by my ear.

"I don't like to punish you pet, but You need to learn to do exactly as I order. You've disappointed me. I expected to come home to an obedient pet waiting for me. Instead I find You scrambling around like a field mouse. How do You think I felt, knowing My pet disobeyed my simple directions?"

That hit me hard. I disappointed my Master. I broke into a deep, gut-wrenching sob that had my whole body heaving. You start to rub my back.

"I still love you very much pet. I need to teach you to obey me and punishing you is the only way that you will learn."

All I can do is sob.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," over and over.

With that You turn me to face You. My head is hung and I can't even look at You, my heart too heavy. You put Your finger under my chin and lift my head so my face is even with Yours.

"Look at me," You say.

I try to look at You but I can't maintain my eye contact.

"Look at me, I said!"

I immediately look into Your eyes.

"Pet, I adore you. I do this to make you better. I do this because I love you."

"I know Sir," I say through small gasps.

"Do you not wish to be my slave, pet? Have you had a change of heart? Is this too much for you?"

Having You ask those questions breaks my heart even more. I start to cry again.

"Stop my love. You have taken your punishment. I believe you have learned from it. There is no reason to continue crying."

You cup my face in Your hands and You kiss my tear-stained cheeks. I look deeply into Your eyes as I gain my composure and see the genuine love radiating from Your gaze.

"I don't want You to let me go. I want to be Yours Sir. Please let me be Your slave. I'll do better, I promise."

You smile at me and wrap me in a wonderfully tight hug that only You give.

"You are my pet. I love you and I will never let you go. You had your chance to back out, remember? You now belong to Me."

A deep sigh escapes me.

"I love You Sir" I manage through deep breaths.

"I love you too pet, always. What do you say W/we get something to eat. I'm hungry."

You release me and I nod as I try to get my bearings.

I try to think of what I need to bring with me, but the stinging pain in my ass doesn't allow me to think clearly. As if you sense my dilemma, You instruct me to grab my purse and jacket and extend Your hand. I pick up both items in one hand and grab Your hand in the other. You pull me toward You again and kiss me deeply as Your hand softly rubs my butt cheeks.

"You will have difficulty sitting tonight my love, but I'm sure you won't forget this lesson, will you?"

"No Sir," I reply.

You walk me out to the car, open my door, and help me ease into the seat slowly. "Sssssss" I hiss as I try to sit. The pain is excruciating, feeling the fire as my ass rubs against the seat through my thin dress. The plug seats itself deeper as I try to adjust, making my agony just that much worse. You get into the driver's side and lean over to kiss me again. It's a gentle, soft kiss that felt so wonderful. You smile sweetly at me and squeeze my hand before pulling out of the car park. As W/we drive, You talk about Your day at work and ask me how my day was. It was a quick ride to the restaurant and I am thankful for the brief walk. Once seated at the table, You grab both of my hands in Yours and start rubbing them. I love it when You do this. It's so comforting. As Your caress my skin, the pain from the spanking seems to be lessening to a dull ache. When the waitress comes over, You diligently order for the both of U/us. I forgot how much I loved it when You ordered for me. You did it early on when W/we first started dating and it felt wonderful. Now it feels even more amazing, knowing You are ordering as my Master. I smile widely.

"I've missed that lovely smile of yours, pet. What are you thinking?"

I take a deep breath and tell You.

"I was thinking about how wonderful it feels to have You order for me. It makes me feel so cared for, almost spoiled. I feel special that You care enough to pay attention to my likes and dislikes."

You smile again and stroke my arm down to my hand softly.

"I do listen, pet. I'm glad you feel cared for, as I do care for You deeply. As Your Master it is my role to teach you, push you, and take care of you."

My heart melts. My smile becomes even larger.

"This is where I belong, Sir."

You nod and say "Yes it is, pet."

W/we have a lovely dinner and share a dessert. You seem to have taken pity on me because You did not test me or humiliate me at all during dinner. You pull out my chair when W/we are done, help me with my coat, and offer Your arm. W/we walk out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk and I feel wonderful. Something as simple as walking next to You, holding Your hand makes me feel so safe and secure.

I look at You as W/we walk and blurt out "I love You Sir."

You stop and pull me to You and kiss me deeply. When You let me up for air.

"I love you too, pet. Very much."

I'm restless on the plane, not able to sleep at all. I'm counting the hours until I am back in Your arms again, this time for good. I've never been so happy or so nervous. It's been six months since I last saw You and I hope You still desire me as much as You did when we first met. We've spoken often about my place with You and You've agreed once W/we are in the same place for an extended period of time, I am to be Your submissive slave. The thought has dominated my every waking moment since You told me You were a Dominant during O/our first night alone together. I knew then that You were different. I just didn't understand HOW different, special, and wonderfully perfect for me You were.

I am shuffling in my seat, trying to get comfortable. This is never an easy task in a tiny economy airplane row, however it has been made much more uncomfortable with Your two additional traveling companions that You ordered me to wear. The first item is a larger than usual butt plug. I am surprised at this, as usually You prefer the smaller one for long distances for comfort and maintaining tightness. This time it seems You desire extreme discomfort for this 12 hour final flight to You. You instructed me to have it in my carry-on bag and once through security in LA, enter the restroom and insert the plug. You instructed me to use as little lube as possible only to get the plug into my ass. I am not allowed to relube at any time, increasing the feeling of discomfort. I am not feeling stretched wide as much as excruciatingly full. The plug is firmly in place, deeply seated as far in my ass as it can go because my entire body weight is pushing it in. It seems this only adds to my arousal, as I am continually wet and can only seem to focus on my body and the discomfort it is in.

The other item You demanded I wear for You is a chain with nipple clamps on each end and a clamp that extended to the clit. These are tweezer-type clamps. You instructed me to go into the lavatory with 4 hours left on the flight and attach them to my nipples and clit firmly so that they do not come off. While there, You instruct me to change my clothes into the tiny jeans skirt that barely covers my ass, a sexy tank top, and black stiletto heels. You instruct me to remove all underwear including bra and panties. I am also to put my hair up into pig tails on either side of my head. I am not allowed any make up and I must wash myself in the lavatory and be prepared for You once I am off the plane. You give me the option on whether or not I choose to wear perfume. As I turn to review my reflection in the tiny restroom, I am horrified. You can see the nipple clamps through the tank top and when I turn I swear You can see the base of the red butt plug sticking out from under the tiny skirt. I turn bright red and try not to panic. I remind myself that I no longer have a choice in any of these decisions. You have given me strict instructions and I must follow them without question or hesitation. You have allowed me to bring a coat with me, as it is winter, however it doesn't cover much below my skirt.

My stomach is in knots as I leave the plane and head for the baggage area with my carry-on bag over my shoulder. As I stand at the carousel, I feel the plug shifting in my ass as it is stretching me each time I move. I keep thinking someone around me has seen under my skirt and I blush again involuntarily. I see my bag coming around and I have a wave of heat hit me as I realize I will have to bend down to pick up my bag off the carousel! I walk to an area by the entrance of the conveyer belt where there is a wall behind me. As I grab the bag, I feel my skirt come up over my ass cheeks and hurriedly put the bag down on the ground. I grab the handle at the top and breathe a sigh of relief, thinking no one saw me. As I look up and head toward customs, I see a young man kitty-corner to me with a huge grin on his face looking at me as if I were a steak and he hadn't eaten in days. I immediately flush a shade of almost purple and scurry down the hall.

I easily pass through customs and I make my way through the several corridors toward the exit. My heart is beating out of my chest now in anticipation of being with You in person again. As I round the corner and go through the exit doors, I immediately spot You off to the right side by the ropes waiting for me. To my horror, You are holding one of those silly signs You spoke about last time I was here that says "My pet." You smile at me with that evil, amazing smile and I make a bee-line toward You. I immediately drop my bags and rush to Your side. Just as I'm about to throw my arms around You, I stop. You never gave me instructions on greeting You. What if I'm presumptuous? What if a hug isn't what You wish? I don't want to be in trouble the first minute in Your presence. Instead of going with my instinct, I slow and simply stand before You, my head bowed slightly, hands to my side. I feel You staring at me intently. Out of the corner of my eye I can see You begin to move toward me. You come within millimeters of me without touching me and whisper into my ear "Good girl."

I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing I have pleased You. You reach up, grab a fistful of my hair, and roughly pull me toward You for a brutal, passionate kiss. I'm reeling from the taste of You, Your aggressive hold on me making me lose my composure. I forget W/we are in the airport terminal until someone next to U/us clears her throat. I'm snapped back into reality and try to pull away from you, embarrassed. You do not release me. You get a tighter hold on my hair and keep me firmly against You. I hear you whisper into my ear.

"That, my dear, was Your first mistake. You do not ever pull away from Me unless or until I decide to release You. You are Mine now and as such You will do as I desire. You will be punished later for this infraction."

Immediately my heart jumps in my throat and I blush yet again. You know I'm embarrassed at this public display and correction. You again whisper into my ear, sending shivers up my spine.

"You are not to be embarrassed by anything I desire of You. You may blush, in fact I enjoy the involuntary response, however You should never be embarrassed when in My service. You are now My property, My submissive, My slave, My pet. You do as I tell you without shame. Understood?"

All I can manage is a soft yes Sir, still in shock, but more so, disappointed in my reaction. I never imagined I'd still need instruction on how to be His slave.

You hug me tight, smile while looking deep into my eyes, and release me. You instruct me to pick up my carry-on bag while You get my larger pack and You reach for my hand. You lead me out of the airport and over to Your car which seems to be parked very far away considering the lack of cars in the lot. You take the bag from me, unlock the boot, and load my bags into the car. You come around and open my car door for me and I start to get in when You put Your hand on my arm and stop me. You pull me up to face you and push me against the car. One hand goes immediately down my tank top and the other I feel down at the bottom of my skirt. The hand in my top grasps one of the nipple clips and pulls quickly, popping it off my nipple and causing an immediate shock of pain. You swiftly move Your hand and grasp the other clip and pull yet again. With both nipple clamps undone, You grab the center chain and hank as hard as You can, releasing the clip from my clit. I squeal in pain and squirm. As soon as that hand pulls out the chain from my top, Your other hand lifts the bottom of the mini-skirt and finds a globe of my ass. You grab it hard, pulling one cheek away from the other. This sends electric waves through my body as the plug is shifted and begins to slide. Your hand follows the curve of my ass and finds the base of the plug. Without warning You grab the plug and pull extremely hard, removing it from my ass in one motion. I let out a stifled scream as Your hand comes up quickly and covers my mouth. You place the plug on the top of the car and You lean into me.

"That, My lovely pet, is just the beginning. I'm determined to teach You that You no longer have free will over any part of Your life, especially Your body. It now belongs to Me and I will do as I please, when I please. You begged to be My submissive slave, my slut, my pet. You asked for this, did You not?"

I squeak out a muffled yes Sir through Your hand.

"I will remind You of Your place often. This is no longer Your romantic idea of being submissive. This is now service to Your Master. Your needs, wants, desires, and feelings, while important to me at times, no longer matter unless I specifically ask. What matters is what I want, what I need, and what I desire. You are now required to see to my needs every day. Are You prepared to do this, pet?"

Again I respond with a muffled yes Sir.

"Good," you say and release my mouth.

You turn me around to face the car and raise my arms up above my head to rest on the top of the car. You tell me not to move or make a sound as You raise my skirt. I am staring straight at the plug that You just removed from my ass when I feel what I know to be Your cock against my asshole. Without warning You slam Your cock into my ass and I lurch forward into the car with the force. I almost scream with the pain of Your entry but think better as I can see people milling around the parking lot over the top of the car past the plug. My ass is in pain as You ram Your cock in and out of it quickly and powerfully and I pray this is over quickly. I realize this is my punishment, knowing You instructed me to only lightly lube the plug. I know You intend for this to hurt.

As my mind is trying to deal with the throbbing in my ass, You ask me in a gruff voice

"Does this hurt Your ass pet?"

"Yes Sir," I breathlessly respond.

"Isn't this what You wanted? To be used as I desire with no regard for Your comfort? To remind You that Your desire to be an anal slut is no longer Yours?"

"Yes Sir," I tell you.

"Good girl."

In my mind I am begging You to stop, but I know not to ask You out loud. I need to accept what You are doing to me and deal with the pain because it's what You want. I did ask You for this treatment. I asked to be completely Yours and take what You wish to give me, pleasure or punishment. I feel You tense slightly and know You will probably cum soon. Your strokes into my ass become long, hard and fast with urgency.

"I'm going to cum deep in Your ass pet,"

You growl as You start to buck against my body. I feel Your cock pulse in my ass as Your cum spurts deep into me. Your arm comes up quickly and grabs the plug off the top of the car. You start to pull Your cock out of my ass and as I feel the head pop out, I feel the tip of the plug being pushed in to replace it. You shove the plug into my ass roughly, seating it securely with one strong push. You pull my skirt down, turn me around to face You, and kiss me. I melt with Your kiss, but just as quickly as You started to kiss me, You break away. You tell me to grab a wet-nap from the glove box and clean You off. I do immediately and quickly but gently wipe Your cock down. You place Your cock back into Your trousers and tell me to get into the car. Once my legs are in, You close the door and come around to the driver's side. Once seated next to me, You pull me to You again with Your hand behind my neck and kiss me passionately. After what seems like forever, You release me to look into my eyes. I can feel them stained with tears. You reach up to wipe my eyes and kiss my forehead. Looking deeply into my eyes You speak lovingly,

"That was excellent My pet. You took Your punishment well. I'm proud of You."

You smile at me and my heart melts. I briefly forget about the pounding deep in my ass, smile at You and say "Thank you Sir."

We pull out of the parking area and You tell me that You have to drop me off at the flat because You have a job in an hour. I'm a bit surprised since it's my first day in town, however I remember that I flew in on a weekday. I try not to sound too disappointed when I say OK. You look over at me and see that I'm a little sad. You grab my hand and squeeze it.

"We will have plenty of time together when I get home tonight," You say as You look over at me, still smiling.

As we get closer to the flat, You give me my instructions for my day.

"I know it's been a long 24 hours for you, so today I want You to shower, unpack Your belongings, call those back home who need to hear that you've made it safely, and rest. If you nap, it is only to be a maximum of two hours, as you will need to maintain a schedule as soon as possible. You are free to walk down to the small shops down the road, have some lunch and take a walk. You are not allowed to go into city center today, however. I should be home by 6pm and W/we will go to dinner. I want you waiting for me dressed in a short dress with no panties or bra and a pair of heels. You may wear a sweater for comfort and be sure to have a jacket ready."

As You speak I am taking mental notes on everything You are saying. I don't want to forget anything You have told me.

"You are to remove the butt plug when you shower and be sure to clean yourself extremely well, inside and out. You are to immediately replace the plug with only the water from the shower as your lube. Your training began on the plane and you will now learn what I demand from your service to Me as your Master. The first lesson is I will not always be the same thoughtful, gentle boyfriend you fell in love with. Though I love you always, Your role is now significantly different than just my loving girl friend. Now that I have taken on the role of your Master, you will be treated solely as my pet unless I decide otherwise. Do you understand pet?"

"Yes Master, I understand" I reply.

"Good. I will not allow you to lose yourself or your personality in service to me, however I will not allow you free will any longer. If there is something you would like to request, please do so. On occasion I may ask for your input, your suggestions, or what you want. This is never to be taken as anything more than simply getting your thoughts. Whether or not I act upon your suggestions or requests is entirely my choice. Understand?"

I'm taken aback by everything You have just told me and it takes me a minute to respond. I look over at You.

"Yes Sir, I understand."

You can tell I'm very nervous now, starting to fidget in my seat, looking out the window, not knowing whether to say anything. To put me at ease, You again grasp my hand in Yours, squeeze it, and ask me to look at You. As I look over at You, You reassure me.

"Pet, I'm not demanding that you not be yourself. You are free to chat with me, laugh, and be yourself. As I said, I do not wish you to become a vacant slave with no mind of her own. I wish you to remain the woman I fell in love with who simply follows My orders. Is that a bit clearer little one?"

I smile deeply, breathe a sigh of relief, and a tiny tear leaves my eye, outlining a path down my cheek.

"Yes sir, much clearer, thank you."

The rest of the way back to the flat, W/we chattered about my flight, Your jobs today, and where W/we might go to dinner tonight. You ask for my thoughts for dinner and I immediately suggest the German pub W/we went to the second to last night of my visit in Mission Bay. For some reason my stomach did not feel well that night and I'd love to try the chicken and Yorkshire pudding dish again. I also would like to try one of those fruit beers. Hearing my enthusiasm, You laugh and say that would be a great idea. You remind me that tomorrow is Saturday and You have the weekend off, so W/we can have a leisurely evening. I'm feeling so much more relaxed now, like I'm back with my love again, only with a severely sore bum. I will learn to deal with this pain because I love You so much and this is the life I desire.

W/we arrive at Your flat and unload the boot. Bringing my bags into Your room, W/we run into one of Your flat mates is doing her hair for work. She stops and greets me with a huge smile and sincere hello. She asks how my flights were and says it's nice to see me again. She would love to chat, however she has to run to work. She hopes to be able to catch up soon.

In Your room, You move the bags onto the bed so that I may unpack them. You close the door behind me and use Your body to press me hard against the door. You bend and kiss me roughly as You pin my hands above my head. Your tongue finds mine and W/we kiss with a heat I haven't felt for a long time. You bend Your head and start nipping at my neck. I can feel You suck and I try to move my neck to prevent a hickie. You immediately immobilize me with Your one hand wrapped in my hair, holding my wrists pinned with the other hand. You breath into my ear.

"You are not to pull away from me, ever. The last time you were here I was lenient with you because you did not want hickies when you got home. Now you ARE home and you are MINE. I will overlook it this one time, however if you do it again there will be consequences. Am I clear pet?"

"Yes sir."

You dive back into the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. You suckle in one spot and I know that I will have a large hickie there now. If only I hadn't moved, maybe You wouldn't have done it. I am kicking myself for jerking away like that.

You stop your assault on my neck long enough to tell me to strip. You release my wrists and I immediately pull off my tank, unzip my skirt, and let it drop to the floor.

"Good girl," You say as You look me up and down.

I'm still as curvy as You remember and my nipples are standing straight up. You can barely see the red base of the plug sticking out from between my legs. You smile in approval and praise me.

"I see You followed my instructions to be clean shaven. You are quite lovely My pet. I am sad I have to go to work now, as there are so many wonderful things I would love to do to your body."

You smirk and run Your fingers from my cheek, down my neck, over my breast and pinch my right nipple extremely hard. I wince in pain and You smile.

"Mmmmm, I so enjoy how terribly sensitive your nipples are. Such fun I will have with them pet."

You let go of my nipple and tell me to walk over to the bed and bend over at the waist. I do ask You ask and have my arms and head resting on the bed with my ass in the air.

"Spread your legs wide pet."

You know this is the most humiliating but exciting position to have me in. I do as I'm told, spreading my legs as wide as they can go without falling over. I know that the base of the plug is sticking up and my pussy is wet to the point of almost dripping. Without warning I feel a sting on my ass cheek as You slam Your open palm down.

"Umph" is all I manage, fearful that she has not only heard the slap, but would also hear my response to it.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. They come in quick succession and my mind is reeling. I don't understand why I'm being punished.

"How many was that My pet?"

I freeze and can't think. I don't know. Was it four? Six? Eight? Oh no!

"Um, I, I'm not sure Sir," I respond.

"Wrong answer slave. Every time I spank your ass, I expect you to count them. It doesn't need to be out loud, unless I request it, however you must know how many time I have struck you. I may not always ask, but you must be ready to tell me. Spanking will be part of your discipline and training. I will not always spank you for punishment purposes. Sometimes I will simply spank you because I enjoy the way you respond to it."

I take in a deep breath and tell You I do understand what You have just told me.

"I will now start again. This time please keep count."

Under cold lights, dark air and the still
All is quiet, nothing spoken no sound
Hangs the softest of rope from the hardest of beams
Hanging in a straight sort of proud
Reaching right down to the black and white rose
The rose who standing ready for more
To raise her like a dancer in a moment of yield
And display her like a trophy of war
And her hands are bound tight, legs are tied back,
shoulders, head and hips cannot moan,
And her hair is secured out of the way
She hangs defenseless and naked and owned
She lives for the love of these cold vivid nights,
obeys what the rope will demand,
She relishes the play of losing control,
when she submits to her dominant man

The sun was setting outside and it was beautiful, with rays of orange shooting across the sky.
But Sarah wasn’t really seeing it. She stood next to the window with a glass of white wine in her hand, lost in her thoughts.
Anthony came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her small waist. She smiled.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked in her ear.
Sarah nodded, and she was about to take one more sip of wine but Anthony gently stopped her.
“I don’t want you to be too intoxicated for this.”
“It helps me when I’m nervous,” she replied, but she put down the glass on the windowsill.
“There’s no reason to be nervous. If at any time you don’t like what’s going on, you tell me to stop and I stop.”
“Okay,” she said.
Her chest felt all fluttery and tingly in anticipation. She’d never tried this before, but she was curious and she knew she’d regret it if she didn’t give it a shot.
Anthony’s bedroom was big and tidy with dark wood furniture, a king-sized bed with a metallic headboard and lights that he could dim with a remote. It was currently rather dark, but not enough that they couldn’t see each other. His BDSM stuff was in a bottom dresser drawer. She held her breath as he opened it and took out handcuffs and a blindfold.
“Take off your clothes,” Anthony asked and she nodded.
His tone of voice had changed ever so slightly. He had told her he would act just a little different during their session; more commanding, more dominant—which made sense, she supposed. It was part of the game, and she was okay with that.
Anthony watched as his girlfriend took off her skinny jeans and white tank top, revealing black and pink lace underwear. He smiled inwardly; it was his favorite kit and she knew it. He couldn’t help walking up to her to kiss her full pink lips. Then he pulled away to let her take off the rest. Her breasts were beautiful C cups and her pussy was smooth, her butt a nice round shape. He resisted the urge to touch her curves, instead taking her arm and guiding her to the bed. Her skin was naturally tan; a pale gold contrast to the dark red bed covers.
He wrapped the black silk blindfold around her eyes, tying it tightly against her long curly hair. Guiding her with his hands, he flipped her around so that her back faced him, and he cuffed her wrists to the headboard.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” Sarah said in a low voice.
She felt all shivery; being naked, exposed and tied up like that was a new experience. But she trusted Anthony, and she really liked him, so her thoughts and feelings were a mixture of anticipation and fear. It gave her a thrill, and a rush, before it even started.
First, she felt him pushing her hair to the side. With her eyes blindfolded, tactile sensations seemed amplified. Anthony’s hands felt big, soft and warm against her skin. Then, it was a different sensation altogether when he used his nails to scratch her skin, from her shoulders down to her lower back. She couldn’t help but moan; she kinda liked nails, and Anthony knew that. This was easy territory.
But then he gave three slaps on her ass and her breath hitched. The slaps had been harder than she’d expected, but again, she kind of liked it. She shivered in anticipation as she waited, wondering what came next; more slaps, more nails, or something else.
Anthony could tell that Sarah was enjoying herself so far. He wanted to keep it light because he knew how inexperienced she was. He’d placed a glass full of ice cubes on the nightstand earlier, so he grabbed one of those. He put the ice cube at the back of her neck and felt her shiver slightly. He let the ice cube slide down the feminine curve of her back. He left it there to melt against her skin. She had goose bumps all over.
While the ice melted, Anthony raised his hand and slapped her ass six times, every slap harder than the last. Sarah’s breathing got louder and her hands tugged at the handcuffs, but she didn’t say anything.
“You okay?”
She nodded. He lowered himself to lick the water off her back. He licked her skin until the water was all gone and he could tell she liked it from the way she moaned and arched her back. Anthony was getting really turned on already but he knew to control himself.
He used his nails again, this time scratching the insides of her thighs, then following the curve of her butt. He dragged his nails across her butt cheeks, then lifted one hand to spank her ass again, harder than before. She sucked in a breath but she didn’t seem to dislike it.
After spanking her, Anthony rubbed her skin soothingly with both hands; her thighs, her butt, and her back, all the way up to her neck. Then he repeated his actions with his nails and the spankings again, mixing up the intensity to always keep her guessing.
He removed himself from the bed after that so he could get a few more things from his drawer. He set the items next to her on the bed and climbed back on top of her with a flogger in his hand.
“How are you feeling?” he asked her.
“Good… a little nervous,” she admitted. But her voice had a husky tone and he could tell she was enjoying herself so far.
He leaned closer to her so that his chest touched her back slightly, and he kissed her neck, just below her ear.
“Hmm…” she moaned.
He started to suck at her skin, more and more intensely, until her moan became more like a whine, but still, she didn’t protest. She’d definitely have a hickey, but nothing too bad. He kissed the skin around it, very tenderly in contrast, and then pulled away.
Anthony placed himself so he could use the flogger properly on Sarah’s ass. It was already a little red from the spankings. He lashed out twice, paused, then kept going as her body language and the soft whimpers she made indicated that she was still into it despite the pain.
“You’re a good sub,” he told her.
He rubbed her ass soothingly with his hands again, then her back, giving her a massage. He kissed her neck again, at the place where her skin was still tender. She moaned and tilted her head to the side. He got the hint and kissed her lips. He grabbed her chin and kissed her hard, completely in control, slipping past her lips with his tongue and deepening the kiss even more, before pulling away and leaving her wanting more.
He lashed at her ass with the flogger again, harder this time, making her gasp. She trashed a little with her legs, and her wrists pulled at the cuffs.
Sarah was completely lost to the sensations. With the blindfold and her hands tied up, everything was amplified. She felt vulnerable but she kind of liked it because she knew she still had some amount of control; she could tell her boyfriend to stop whenever she wanted to. But she didn’t want it to stop just yet.
Suddenly, with no warning, Anthony untied her hands. But only so that he could turn her around and cuff her again. Her butt still stinging from the spanking and flogging, she lay on her back, completely naked, somehow feeling even more exposed than before. But a strong enough part of her was excited that she wanted him to keep going.
Taking in the sight of Sarah’s beautiful, thin but curvy body, Anthony took the nipple clamps and snapped them on her nipples. She arched her back and whimpered, and Anthony asked her if she was okay. She nodded and he kissed her lips, letting her get used to the sensation. Leaving the nipple clamps there, he stroked and squeezed her breasts, then slapped them, one after the other, but not too hard. She moaned and gasped and he just couldn’t help but love her reactions and all the sounds she made.
“I can tell you like it,” he said and she didn’t deny it. “You’re a really good sub,” he said again and she bit her lip.
Her lips were just too tempting. He kissed her again, hard and deep and then he bit her bottom lip gently.
“Hmm…” she moaned. “I wanna touch you. Untie my hands…”
“Not yet,” he said.
“So unfair…”
Smiling at how cute she was, Anthony picked up another ice cube, letting this one slide and melt between her breasts, making her shiver. He grabbed a feather and trailed it across her flat stomach then between her thighs, teasing her pussy with it. She spread her legs for him and arched her back, clearly craving so much more.
He put his hand in the glass full of ice cubes so his fingers were cold. Tossing the feather aside, he stroked her clit with his cold fingers. As she shuddered and moaned, he lifted her hip so that her body was slightly twisted and he could slap her ass. He grabbed his paddle this time and used that on her already red butt cheek. He slapped pretty hard with the paddle and she gasped—for a moment he thought she’d ask him to stop, but she didn’t.
So, he slapped again, and when he did stop, he ran his hands lovingly all over her beautiful curves, comforting her. She was a writhing mess in his arms and he loved it.
He reached up to kiss her fiercely and she kissed back.
He removed the handcuffs and the blindfold.
Sarah blinked as she could finally open her eyes. Her arms were a bit sore from being tied. She threw them around Anthony’s neck so she could kiss him. She ran her hands down his back, crawling under his shirt with her fingers so she could feel the warm skin there. She pressed him closer, arching her back as his hips came in contact with hers and she could feel the bulge in his pants.
Anthony pushed her away gently but firmly. He wasn’t done yet. He turned her around once more and lifted her hips so that her ass was sticking out. She held herself on her forearms obediently, face hidden in her arms, brown curls spilling onto the bed all around her.
He ditched the toys to instead spank her with his hand again. The sound of the slaps and the feel of her warm, angry skin against his hand turned him on. He spanked her hard, then held her in his arms, then pulled away and spanked again. He teased her pussy with his other hand, flicking her clit and she let out a loud moan that made his cock twitch. He slapped her ass one last time—he could tell she was a bit shaky by now, and he didn’t want to hurt her too much for her first session.
But at the same time, he knew how turned on she was right now.
So, he grabbed one last toy—a vibrator he knew she liked. He turned her around so he could see her beautiful face and her boobs with the nipple clamps still there. With one hand, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head so she couldn’t touch him. With his other hand, he turned on the vibrator at the highest intensity and used it on her pussy.
“Come for me,” he said.
Sarah was so turned on—her ass was hurting and her nipples kind of hurt too and a part of her was shocked that she was so horny, but she was. When Anthony used the powerful toy on her she felt the sensations rushing quickly. As he fucked her hard with the vibrator pleasure consumed her in waves that rushed through her body. Her legs were spread and shaking and she arched her back as she screamed out.
She came almost instantly, clenching her thighs together as Anthony turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside. Instead, he removed the nipple clamps and then he kissed her sore nipples lovingly. He wasn’t holding her wrists anymore, so she could finally hold him and kiss him.
Panting, she said: “That was… intense.”
“I’m so glad you liked it.”
She reached under his jeans, stroking him. “Your turn now?” she teased.
He smiled. “If by that you mean I get to fuck you, then yes please.”

As long as the 50 shades of grey are sliding their way with Vanilla pictures to the unconscious mind of the desperate housewives and pulls BDSM from the collar to the highlights of mainstream; grows the calling of the brave young men for help from the brotherhood with navigating the wild spaces behind enemy-lines, in the untamed jungle of the instinctive original region of domination - that built its own militia and proclaimed itself as autonomous land.
You've got to wonder what's the nature of that collar around the thin neck of the world of domination...
Well, it’s the suffocating social-circle of the kinky Vanilla who thinks that hand-cuffs are cool because when they were children they dreamed of being cops and when adulthood came they wanted to be at least stripper-cops; And the leash that leads that collar is probably one of Christian Grey's pretend ties (again grey in the meaning of boring, I always was more in favor of the tragic portrait of Dorian)
Nonetheless, in time, backup comes and some beans of light are breaking on the foliage of the dense jungle inside the limits of control; outwardly serene but stormy inside and still there are some people who want to join where the real raves are going-on.
Only yesterday the postman knocked on my virtual-door and served me one of those white envelops posted from the website (the Israeli on). Inside was staffed by words one of those callings of the inner-game searchers that I mistakenly thought to be a beasty howling of a real young predator, that actually wanted to learn something… although, how much light you can be looking-forward to in the world of darkness?
So that kid (after I firmly explained him that he can't get the deeper kind of BDSM he wants when trying to dominate subs on the phone), simply asked: How you lead girls to really give-in to you?
Put aside the fact that after I gave him some brief idea of what he need to do and he saw it's not easy as he thought, so he chose the easy way by asking me if I also dominates men.

Still in this post I chose to address he's prior question - like all of you witnessed, I'm more of a guy of priorities: first-class, first-place in everything.
For this purpose, a busy-bee like me (and some girls still have the nerves to cry when I want them to serve me 😄 I went to sit in front the greyish gloom of the defying screen for a whole 5 seconds and thought on a theory that'll spill some light on the secrets of the profession.. oh ya baby deep-throat is in the house!
And I'm calling this theory, the Dom-Dom Theory (AKA Dum-Dum Theory)

Just imagine him – tall and masculine like Schwarzenegger before he got settled and became bourgeois-governor, tattooed like Axl-Rose and bald like… some bald fellow, with a Leather-jacket of the Hell's-Angels gang, unbuttoned so you can see the chiseled squares in he's belly.
In a grandiose show he's throwing her on the bed, flip her ass to him, unzipping he's jeans, tearing-off her panties underneath her short skirt and hit like a target-guided missile.
While the intercourse occurs she screams "Yes daddy!" he strongly pulls her oxidized hair, give her some musical spanks and finish before she can complete the anthem… what a bore!
And that exactly why I invented the Dom-Dom Theory 

Meet the Dum-Dum bullet
The Dum-Dum is a hollow-point bullet that expands on impact -
This will slow the bullet down and more of its kinetic energy will be transferred to the target, creating a larger wound channel; meaning its stopping-power is stronger.
That grants it 3 special factors:

• It's being used by the policing authorities because when one of our 'cousins' broad shoulders like the Berlin-wall, run towards us – Machete in hand, screaming Allahu Akbar!
  We want to stop him before he'll decapitate us and play ball with our head like Camazotz
• It's got to be notorious, criminally banned by the international war law
• Hunters use it a lot for its ability to knock the prey down easily and we're hunters aren't we?
  (Here I thought to put some graphic descriptions of skinning prey with the above Machete but I think it'll be too much all over the place and just between us, Machetes originally meant to clear-off the paths in the thick jungle – not to take-off heads)

The history
The first Dum-Dum invented near the Indian town of Dum-Dum under British-Empire rule (who said just bad things achieved by conquest eh?)
By the creative Indian vision it supposed to be only a soft-point bullet, what risked it to get-stuck in the barrel (we all knows the Indians excel in more peacocking than effective designs… Tinkling-Fetish someone? There are a lot of feathers here)
Than the British-Empire itself developed much more efficient bullet – strong lopping jacket (most of the time in the shape of a cross, cause all the sexiest things comes in crosses) and the soft-point bullet inside, thus calls Hollow-point.
And for the glory of the bullets-country we got an awesome bullet!

My Theory
A great Dom has to wear two faces (Dom-Dom) – hard from the outside and soft from the inside.
When I hit my sub with the arrow of Cupid I want it to spread a wider effect all over her body.
Dominant must know how to be rough enough to catch he's prey with lasso or at least Anal-hook, but also how to use the riding-crop the way that'll scatter the taming-pain all over her nakedness, so the latter don't need to be a physical-whip, vise-versa it should be mental.
Like always it sums up by communication.
As Dom's we need to have words with strong aura, bright enough not just to hunt our women but also to make them submissive.
We all know that stick and stones can break some bones, but it's hard to pay attention to the real meaning of the song between all those sexy wiggling's of Rihana – what's really exiting is the value we can bring to the woman.
One can use some words until tomorrow and tomorrow never ends, because no girl will submit to him if he won't touch her… and how he can touch her if she doesn't even care about him?
The difference between a word that hit the target and a word that miss humiliatingly doesn't lies in accuracy but in penetration.
When Rubin-Hood competed on bullseye against The Sheriff of Nottingham – the sheriff hit the middle marvelously but the crowd's excitement came when Rubin punctured the sheriff's arrow slicing it to half like a sweet butter.
Exactly the same way we've to penetrate the armor of our sub (her skull that protects her brain) and not just penetrate her cunt.
The way to do it, is not cracking her skull like a caveman letting all her brains spill-out on the floor (what are we? the Body-snatchers?), we need someone to take control of after all…

A proper way will be building rapport (not just with our dicks of-course, most of us don't have Dog-Knots… at least I hope so)
What we really need for that kind of contact is to know how to be gentle when needed.
"A smile is the thinnest line between two people" – it can be with predatory fangs, but your mouth won't help if it'll just cut in the live-flesh.
Excellent Dom must learn how to touch mind and soul before he put he's hands on the body and that you can do only by friendship, affection and the joy of life.
That's my friend the way to make a girl submit to you.
Warning
Don't let the Dum-Dum Theory turn by mistake to the Dumb-Dumb Theory!
Don't act dumb to score points for vulnerability and remove one's armor by deception only and don't be a real idiot.

Remember that to be soft is not being some stupid weakling, but an assertive man.
Know what you want, be capable; with the wisdom of your hands and heart.

And welcome to the jungle!