Adventures through the dark side.

This is part 3 and the ending. I am sorry that I broke it up they way I did. Next time I will try to write it in a single post.

I am still out of it when I hear them return. The Dom grabs my feet and runs his hands all the way up, spreading my lips to expose my sore and swollen clit. I feel His hair brush my inner thighs before the shock of ice jolts me out of my haze. He kisses, sucks, and moves the ice cube around with His tongue before inserting two fingers, going straight for my g-spot.

As He massages my inner pussy, He tells me I will cum when He commands. Not a moment before. Reverting all focus back to my clit He resumes working it, bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return. He holds firm on my legs, locking me in place making it impossible to retreat from His assault. Not a second before I lost the battle to hold my orgasm back, He pulls His fingers out, all sensation stopping. My poor tortured clit is left wanting and painfully throbbing.

The Dom tells me to get on all fours, crawl to the headboard, and lay flat on my stomach. I obeyed. Rope is being tied around my right wrist, then my right ankle, left ankle, left wrist. A pillow is placed beneath me, forcing my back to arch and raising my ass higher than the rest of my body. The bed shifts and I feel him come up in between my legs and start to aggressively knead my cheeks. He spreads them wide and I feel cold lube priming my asshole. He then works his way up and over me.

I feel pressure as the tip of his cock penetrates me. The pleasure is intense, almost too much, as he chooses a steady rhythm. Droplets of sweat fall to my back. He pulls out slow and drives into me, showing my ass no mercy. His tempo is relentless, my moaning blending with His grunting. I can tell that he is getting close to His climax as he lowers his body onto mine. He impales me one final time, releasing his cum, His full weight causing me to sink further into the bed.

After a couple of minutes pass He rolls off, and stands up. I hear him grab the towel, and wipe himself dry. He tells my Master that He is impressed with His cum-dumpster and would like to use it again next weekend. The rustle of clothing tells me He is getting dressed while Him and Master agree on a time for next Sunday. Thanking my Master, they walk towards the door.

After the door closes behind the Dom, Master approaches the bed and says to me "looks like we have a return customer". Moving the damp hair from my face, He caresses my cheek telling me to rest there for a few minutes. Completely lost in an after glow, I feel my wrists and ankles being freed. Master tells me He is proud of His dirty whore, I beam. He then informs me that I need to go shower and get ready, because my next client will be here in an hour.

Thank you guys for reading. This is my first time writing a story and I hope everyone enjoyed it.

This is the second installment of the story. It picks up right where part one ended. So read that one and come back. Thanks for reading!

I am in this position for what feels like an eternity. Shifting my weight, I lift my foot to shake the pins and needles out. Immediately regretting my actions as the blow of a belt spreads across my ass cheeks. "You were told to not move" Masters voice, deep and full of authority, reminds me. He follows up with a warning that I will regret it if I embarrass him again. I meekly tell Him that I am so very sorry, I forgot myself and that it will not happen again. He responds with a "we shall see". Berating myself for making such a silly mistake, I tell my inner slave that I knew better, how foolish of me. My thoughts are interrupted by the sharp sting of a switch on the backs of my thighs. I hear the whistle as it cuts through the air and strikes me again, and again, and again. The Stranger stating He will not tolerate another lapse in compliance. The final whack lands on the insides of my knees.

My punisher tosses the switch onto the bed and grabs me by my hips. I have been aroused to the point of being uncomfortable. My pussy is so wet, He has no trouble sliding into me. Agonizingly slow, He buries Himself deep and grinds hard against my backwall. A low moan escapes in the form of a question. Master answers by telling me I can and will make noise. I will show my appreciation for being used. Masters guest yanks my arms back and grips my wrists tightly at the small of my back. Each thrust is harder than the one before. On the edge of an orgasm, I ask for permission before I fall off that cliff. He tells me if His cumslut even thinks of cumming before He allows it, she will be more sorry than earlier. He picks up his pace and I can't hold it back any longer. He ignores my pleas as I beg for release. With a grunt He stabs into me one last time delivering His second load of the night. This pushes my body over the edge, and it explodes around His cock. I dare not move as he pulls out, our mixed juices dripping down the inside of my leg. He leans over and whispers heavily into my ear "turn over'.

The Dom pinches my nipples hard and twists them tsking at me "so the bitch is disobedient again?" He slaps both of my tits at the same time then pushes my legs wide, leaving me exposed. I didn't notice the belt in his hand until it came down with a loud clap. My clit erupted with pain, and I cried out. The Man turned to my Master asking Him how many licks I should get for my transgression. Master studies me for a moment before he says "twenty should teach a good lesson". The Dom turns His attention back to me. "Count whore!" Tears escape from my closed eyes as I count out loud to twenty. I hardly felt the belt as it was lain across my stomach after the final strike. Without so much as a glance, Master and The Dom walk out of the room. Leaving me on my back, in a fog.

Sorry to do this but,

To be continued again...

Master sits and watches me from the corner. I can feel his eyes roam all over my body. I hope he is proud of what I have become under His control. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but a blindfold, I anxiously wait for what is to come. This is a fantasy I have shared with Sir, and played out a million times in my head. To be sold for an anonymous encounter.

The knock at the door startles me and I hear Master get up from his chair. He lifts my chin as he passes and tells me to be a good little whore and to please this Dom, and follow all commands, just as I would for Master. At His words I feel my core tighten even more in anticipation. Master opens the door and a new set of foot steps enter the room. If they greet one another I do not hear, but I get goose bumps as I feel both sets of eyes as they examine me.

Master returns to His chair and my Dom for the evening stands in front of me. He pets my hair gently before using it to pull me to my feet, telling me to turn around so He can inspect His purchase. My cheeks burn when I am facing him again and my heart races. He grabs my shoulders and pushes me to a sitting position on the bed. "Open" He barks at me, and so the night begins.

He is large and I struggle to take His entirety into my mouth. But my Master has trained me well and I succeed without even gagging. I take my time using one hand to caress His balls and the other to stroke His cock following my mouth. After a few minutes he grabs my head and pulls my face towards His groin forcing me to deep throat His full length. He steps back suddenly and tells me to lay on the bed with my head hanging over the edge.

I inhale deeply knowing what is about to happen and open my mouth as wide as I can. He roughly grips my neck and pushes His way deliberately into my throat, holding his position. I begin to try and push him back and My Master growls from His corner, I instantly drop my hands. I gasp for air as the huge cock pulls out only to be thrust right back in. He continues, in and out, and quickens his pace. Tears, snot, and saliva cover my face. He rams into my mouth one last time, shooting His cum deep into my throat. I can feel the last little spurts before He withdraws, leaving me attempting to catch my breath. A towel hits me and I am told to clean myself up. I wipe away the mess, and smile as The Dom tells my Master that He has taught His slut well.

The strange Dom orders me to my feet facing away from Him. I do so still breathing hard. He bends me over onto the bed face first and tells me not to move. There I wait, excitedly, for whatever comes next.

To be continued...

I have been lucky enough to experience subspace-land twice.

My first time subspacing was after an online session, where I was directed via video chat. This was not the first playtime session with my old Dom (lets call him DB, short for douchebag 😏.) This was however, the first time that I completely let go and just existed in the moment. No thinking, Just doing, following commands. I became one with the pleasure my body was receiving. I was being told how to cum, when to stop, when to cum, and how many times to cum.

Afterwards, I remember feeling drunk and giddy. I had gone to the kitchen because I was starving all of the sudden, and I kept forgetting where I was and what I was doing. Then I just became very relaxed, peaceful, and sleepy.

My second experience was the first real punishment session incorporating pain. My previous punishments included not being able to touch with myself and/or corner-time.

This too, was with DB on video chat (with DB in a whole different hemisphere, video was our only option.) I was told to lay on my stomach and to whip my back 20 times with a belt.

He asked me how that felt and I told Him that It wasn't enough so He instructed me to use the buckle end, 20 of those. This is also when I discovered I am more of a masochist than I thought I was.

After the buckle, it was 30 lashes with an electrical cord. Again, I asked for more and I was given 30 lashes with a charging cord. Which stung like hell but in the best way possible.

That time in subspace I was high as a kite. I couldn't talk or think and had this amazing all over body buzz. It was a feeling that could become very addicting. Once again the comedown turned into a sense of well being and lethargy.

Even though some of my sessions after that with DB were more intense than the above, I was not able to get there again. I am sure it would be much easier to achieve If someone else was physically there, and dishing out the pain/pleasure. When there is some anticipation that one cannot achieve if they are in control of the delivery, and knows what is to happen next.

I do so crave to be on that level again. I need to feel that release and TPE once more. It is proof that I subsist to be submissive to a Dom worthy of my submission. Wherever He may be...

Due to recent experiences, I have come to the conclusion that I would rather not know if I am or have been cheated on.

Let me explain why: I don't want to feel that betrayal... again.

Not only does it hurt like hell, but it also taints the entire relationship, every memory ruined. You will doubt if they ever truly cared. Wonder if everything was a lie. Question everything that your person ever did. Possibly doubt yourself, if you are good enough (you are by the way, and they are a douchebag 😉.) Feel like maybe you did something wrong, or to push them away.

I don't like or want to experience the emotions that come along with any one of those thoughts.

The way I see it is; if they are cheating the relationship is over or should be anyways (I can't and refuse to forgive a liar or cheater.). I would rather be told "it's not you, its me" than be devastated by the end of a relationship AND the betrayal that comes with infidelity.

Following the theme, I also think that it is selfish to tell your partner that you have cheated. People only do that to ease their own guilt. It's never for the benefit of the other party. I know that will be an unpopular opinion. But hey, its my blog. 😁

Think about it for a second... The cheater gets to feel good (once more) by making their "loved" ones heart shatter. Where's the logic in that? They should have to wallow in their guilt, alone, and feel like the asshole they are. Not pass their suffering onto another.

Maybe I am bitter and jaded (table for one 😂.) But my heart is done with the nonsense. I'd just rather just not know. I'd rather remain blissfully ignorant.

I began my BDSM journey several years ago. I didn't really understand the depth of a D/s dynamic. I didn't realize that there is a lot more to it than just kinky sex, A LOT. I did however know that the kinky sex was something I was looking for.

A few years ago I met someone that was involved in the lifestyle. We talked for a few weeks, nothing really came out of it other than him telling me of The Cage. After joining and engaging in a few conversations, my time on Cage was brief because my self confidence (or lack there of) was non-existent. The moment someone asked me for a picture I ran. The only good thing that came out of that experience was I did start to do my own research on what a Dominant is and what it means to be a submissive. Because of that I was better prepared for my next attempt to enter the world of BDSM.

My first day back on here I received a message correcting my profile. He would eventually end up becoming my first Dom. He had knowledge and experience regarding the lifestyle and that is what caused me to ask him to be my Dom. I understood the basics but I needed help with the nuances and protocol. He did help me come out of my shell. I became more confident. I learned so much when it came to my likes and dislikes. Even things about my own body, which I thought, having had it for over 41 years, I knew everything there is to know.

He also hurt me, lied to me, and cheated. My final lesson from him was that people in the community are no different than those out. There are good and there are bad. I was naïve and believed that he would hold himself at a higher standard simply because he was a/my Dom. He showed me what I didn't want in my next Dom. I thought I was in love with him but I loved being his sub, not him. I am certain that I was made to be a submissive, he gave me that too.

So now what? Well I am talking to another Dom. So far he has been great. We have some very exciting things planned for me in the near future. I will be sharing my adventures of being a sub and the trials and tribulations that come with it. Stay tuned, its bound to get entertaining to say the least.