[Fsub/Mdom][Submission][Bondage][Spanking][Real story]
This is based on real events. All characters are 18+ consenting adults.
Chapter 2, 2nd session
My body. No, not mine. This is the body of my Master now. Even though I'm lying on a comfortable mattress, the day after our fiery encounter, I clearly feel pressure on my buttocks. Very pleasant muscle pressure. Putting one leg over the other intensifies the experience. Nice. The master takes care of the bitch's body so that it remembers the meeting for a long time and feels his presence.
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Reaching back to memories...
"God laughs at our plans"... I repeat this sentence like a mantra for the last week before meeting him. I had plans to give him the gift he asked for - 100 sentences. I plan to carve them in a piece of wood instead of simply writing them down. Good bitches go above and beyond. But I'm late.
Wednesday - meeting day.
The alarm clock rings at 6 am. My hand feels incomparably better than it used to two days earlier, when my friend’s kitty bit it. So I start my day with the morning madness at the hardware store. I have to leave before the traffic jams start, otherwise I'll be stuck in the city for an hour.
Then engraving another 60 sentences "I am yours, Master" on a wooden board.
The next step is to make cupcakes. I want to give him something sweet as a gift. I really hope he feeds me one of these. Only then will I feel their taste. I like to add new forms of domination, which I usually don't tell him about. These are my additional stimuli that make my panties wetter. I think that I often use domination on myself when I consciously deny myself gratification. For example I can make myself earn evening ice cream by washing the floor in the apartment beforehand - if that is what is required.
When the cupcakes are in the fridge and set, I can start preparing the body. After all, it's his body and it needs to be in top shape. Peelings, lotions, depilation... My hands shake when I paint my nails. I can't concentrate much. I have already changed the concept of the outfit I will wear at least 5 times. I want to look girly but sexy. Both elegant and neat. I want him to want me madly from the moment I enter the apartment. I shiver just thinking about it. My Demon is probably already in my city. The thought gives me tingles. From the shoulders to the top of the head. This is a sign of high excitement and sensitivity. Soon I will feel the scent which I miss and desire so much.
There's only a moment left to leave. I get a message that he will be waiting for me outside the building. I'm starting to feel stressed. I don't really know what causes it. Maybe it's the multitude of things that came to my mind in the last 24 hours before the meeting and the feeling that I was not ready to meet yet. That the body is not properly cared for. Stress whether I will make it on time. Will he like the cupcakes? Have I drank enough water in the last few days? Crazy thoughts! I want to feel the strong blows delivered by my Master. Feel our intertwined breaths full of ecstasy.
One last rub of the heels as you rush to the exit. Five sprays of pheromones. I wonder if he will also like this scent. The first one is behind the left ear, the second one is behind the right ear. Then the back of the thighs. One spray under the dress, on the hot body, already in the euphoria of the senses. One last spray, on my left wrist, which I rub against my right. I put the bottle down, grab my bag and I'm ready to go.
Standing in front of the door, I know that I will not come back the same...
The fact that I'm only slightly late is some great miracle. I'm driving my own car, although I planned to take a bus. It's a good thing I was stuck in the traffic because I hadn't paid attention to my nose earlier. Now it is perfect. You have to remember every detail. I never know where the Master will want to look and what to check. Even though we seem to have similar tastes I am still very hesitant what to put on myself. Like this dress. Burgundy mini, no neckline. I don't know what tempted me to wear a cotton mini with stockings and a short coat. It keeps coming up. I run straight towards the agreed place, fixing it every five meters. I must look ridiculous.
I walk between cars, laughing at myself, and suddenly I see him. In one second, an army of feelings rushed through me. I was confused, I didn't know how to behave. I wanted to hug him, but I didn't feel there was space for it. He assessed me with his eyes immediately after greeting me. I need to start taking care of my shoes. Give up my Scandinavian style.
Excitement, stress. These emotions remain strong in me for a long time. When the elevator doors closed, I felt as if I had just entered a capsule that was flying away to a place where it was just the two of us, almost suffocated with happiness. However, I still don't know how to behave. I'm confused. I want to fall on my knees before him. I don't know what our meeting will look like. I don't think we both know that. The difference is that I can only guess, and he has most of it planned.
The apartment is very nice. Without unnecessary furniture or decorations. Several levels, railings, mirrors. Perfect for us. I want to take off my coat as soon as possible. Surrender myself to him now. He asks me to show myself. He likes how I look. A few moments on the couch. First commands. I'm still a little confused. I have a lot of emotions inside me, brought back from home and my morning expeditions..
I am guided by him. He get me accustomed to his voice again and allows me to gently get into the role thanks to his help. He knows these techniques perfectly. His confidence in what he does excites me. I also see great excitement in his eyes. I connect with my pussy, feel how wet she is. Master asks me to kneel before him. He tells me to kiss his shoes. I'm getting more and more excited. He pulls my face towards his cock. Presses down. I feel his hard erection. The eyes didn't lie. From that moment on, I no longer feel any stress. I know what to do. I am fully devoted to my Owner.
The gentleman takes off my dress. I'm in a black, revealing bodysuit. I feel very sexy. He watches me, praises me. I also like how he looks, classy and handsome.A moment later, he feeds me the cupcake I brought. I love it when he does this. A fundamental element of care and concern.
I learn when to kneel before the Lord. At what place. With different knee spacing. Also a gesture ordering to take a position on all fours. When should I be silent. How to hold my hair while putting on the collar. And there is another command telling the bitch to strip naked...
An unfortunate videoconference my Master needs to take may seem like an obstacle, but not in our case. When the Lord asked me if I could iron, my blood ran cold. I don't like this activity. When I was 18, I promised myself some rules in life - one of them is that I won't spend time ironing my clothes. I feel a little pressure. After a while, the ironing station is ready and I’m ordered to begin. The shirts are waiting to test my skills. In the meantime my master sits down in front of me, in front of the laptop. He tells me I look beautiful and that he loves looking at me. My legs are getting weak. He puts on his headphones and starts his call. I start ironing... When done I end up under the table, with the Lord's penis in my mouth. I'm crazy excited. The beginning of this second session is completely different from the first one.
I go upstairs on all fours, on a leash. I love being guided like this. My thoughts are going crazy, like locusts rampaging in the desert, under the influence of serotonin, devouring the self-preservation systems.. The décor and furnishings in the upper part of the apartment really appeal to me. My Master takes care of every detail. A single bathtub in the middle of the room, with a glass wall facing the corridor, looks very inviting. Immediately in my mind's eye I see how I am pampering my Master’s body there.
Before long, I'm tied to the bed with ropes. I have the leather handcuffs on my ankles and wrists, and a blindfold. Master is playing with my body, putting some kind of clothespins on different parts of it. He is whipping me gently. I'm incredibly excited. My senses are going crazy. I trust him and I know that nothing bad will happen to me. I can feel this difference compared to my earlier exploration of this kinky world. Then I had moments of great fear, even terror. Now I allow myself to experience only the unearthly pleasure that my Lord, who is talented in this field, gives me.
I experience hormonal ecstasy when the Lord decides to taste my pussy. At first I couldn't believe what was happening. He started with what I know. Exhaling warm air onto it. Sometimes blowing, sometimes huffing. I like it very much. I didn't think it would go further, but it did. Oh, what a delight. I regret so much that I cannot look at this act, but thanks to this, I can experience even more of the unique touch that the my Master gives me. I'm a good bitch. Otherwise I wouldn't have received such a reward. To confirm my thoughts, the Lord completes this wonderful moment by taking my pussy with his penis. From the second thrust I have to stop myself from having an orgasm. My excitement level is at an all-time high. The bondage I'm in and the fact that the Master uses my body as he pleases is absolutely intensifying the sensations. I'm about to explode. The vaginal walls clearly feel that Master is approaching ejaculation. A wave of heat floods me and I writhe as much as I can with excitement, asking for permission to come.
His cum dripped out, just adding another dose of pleasure to me. I felt his orgasm with every millimeter. Now the Lord allows me to feel mine too. I'm exploding! My eyes are rolling in all directions. My vaginal walls are going crazy. Lips and jaw tingle. I am trapped in an orgasm that I will return to more than once during this session. The Lord releases me from the binding and hugs me. I missed him. We lie cuddled together, after our first orgasms. I don't know if there are happier people than us right now. I'm not interested in them. There is only me, my Master and this bed right here.
I enjoy cleaning up after our induction ceremony. It's nice to tidy up your bedroom and then make it messy again. Whips, clamps, ropes. After tidying up, it’s time to get myself back in working order for my Master, who had gone out for something at the time..
“It's incredibly hard to find roses with thorns in this city,” he said. I was already starting to suspect what these roses were supposed to be for. Receiving flowers from my Master is a real pleasure. The falling rose petals every time the branches hit my buttocks is an extraordinary sight.
Picking them up off the floor with my mouth was another great experience. I feel like I look very tempting and sexy. When I hear him take the camera, I'm sure he thinks exactly the same. I want to capture this moment. I am so happy because I would also like to have this souvenir from this experience. A very subtle, even elegant and chic, domination motif in good taste.
Rose petals I gathered with my month quickly landed in a beautiful bathtub. The first relaxation. My heart is pounding. I am delighted,. I wish this evening would never end. The most beautiful Women's Day I have ever had. I touch my Master's feet for the first time. I'm thrilled. I missed them. He touches and gently caresses me. We are in a frenzy of mutual admiration. We feel things are building up between us. It's time to get out of the bathtub.
He puts a metal collar on me. It symbolizes the upcoming practices, showing the dominance and power of the Master over his bitch. I'm his. I have been his since the moment he put his hand in my mouth for the first time. Every time he does this, I become even more devoted. We lie cuddled. I feel his beating heart under my hand. Conversations indicate that we are moving towards exploring new paths of hell's corridors of pleasure. I'm a little scared. I see a real devil in his eyes. I want him impossibly.
At the beginning of our relationship he wrote to me:
“Sometimes you will be an obedient Bitch or girl for fun, sometimes I will want to degrade you by calling you a sperm bag, and sometimes I will objectify you and not notice you at all. Afterwards, when you need rest, I will hug you, stroke you and whisper, "You are safe, my dear."