Mika's Musings

Written by Talu

I’ve always been different. Disconnected. 

Even when I tried to blend in, my body kept telling the truth. Sex never made sense unless someone was bound. I brought scarves. Gave instructions. Tied wrists. Before I even knew what the word “bondage” was, I was already speaking its language.

It wasn’t about rebellion. It was about stillness.
It was about what happened inside me when I was restrained....or when I was the one holding someone else down.

The first time I felt it, I was in college.

There was a professor who would dangle her heels before slipping them off to stand up, teach the class...barefoot. It’s where I learned about my absolute love for women in heels. 

And I used to watch her.
Not her eyes. Not her mouth. Her feet.

I imagined worshiping her. Serving her. Taking whatever she gave and begging for more. She wasn’t cruel. But in my mind, she was everything I needed her to be...cold, precise, untouchable.

Since then, I’ve lived inside dynamics that carved me. I’ve worn collars I didn’t take off. I’ve answered to names that weren’t mine. I’ve endured for women who didn’t flinch.

Strict routines. 
Unyielding protocols. 
Ritualized pain.

My masochism has never been chaos, it’s been purpose. The discipline, the structure, the absolute knowing that I was there to serve.

There was one dynamic that swallowed me whole.
Total Power Exchange. 24/7. Sadistic. Consuming.
I won’t speak her name. She is no longer mine to carry. What I gave her was real. What I became inside it nearly broke me.

And yet… I still crave it.
Crave to suffer.
Crave to be shaped.

Crave to be given orders I can’t question, routines I can fall into, marks I can trace with my fingertips days later and whisper, she did this. I took this. I’m still here.
That craving has never left. It’s carved into the bones.

And now, Mistress. 

She hasn’t torn me open, not yet.  She’s waited...watched. She’s says she sees something different in me, besides the need for pain, that she wants to exploit. And I’m feeling it’s slow unravel inside her patience.  She gives me expectations wrapped in silence. Correction without cruelty.

And somehow, that quiet strength scares me more than the antenna ever had.

When she asked me to kneel, I didn’t hesitate.
I sank. Willingly. Not because I was broken, but because something in me finally felt safe enough to let go. She didn’t take it, she asked...how strange. 

And then… softness came.

Not instead of discipline, but alongside it.
Now there’s Mommy. This version of her I’ve been introduced to. Something brand new and completely unexpected. 

Now she touches me gently.
Now she strokes my face after I’ve obeyed.
Now she uses my name like it’s something worth keeping, not something to erase. 

Calls me babygirl, tells me I’m soft and perfect. 
And I don’t know what to do with that.

Because I’ve built my whole identity around what I can take. How much I can endure. How long I can stay still when the cane sings across my thighs, how deeply I can sink when I’m being broken wide open.

So what does it mean now, when what breaks me… is this? 

What do I become if I’m undone by compassion?
If I crave her tenderness the same way I used to crave the pain?

Sometimes it begins to feel like betrayal..like letting go of the strongest parts of me. Sometimes it almost feels like surrender in its purest form. I don’t know which is more terrifying.

I still burn for impact.

Still ache for structure.

Still want to be pushed, bent, tested.

But now I want to be kept too.

Held. Gathered after. Kissed through the quiet that follows the sting.

She sees all of me. 

The strength. The silence. The shame. The wanting.

She doesn’t need to raise her voice to make me still.

She only has to look. And I stay.

I’m still kneeling.

Still burning.

Still becoming.

But now… I’m not alone.

And maybe I don’t need to be.

Maybe this time, I get to be shaped without being erased. Maybe I was never meant to survive the pain alone. Maybe I was meant to belong in it..and after it. And maybe this softness that terrifies me is the deepest form of submission I’ve ever known.  

We will see. My journey continues. 

-Talu

Written by Talu

Mommy,

Thank you for your writing. 

When You speak, something in me softens… not out of weakness, but because I feel seen in a way I didn’t know I could be. You are learning me in ways no prior Dominant has...You are see the trembling in my bones, the history behind the silence, the ache behind the obedience. I know you see me. 

You speak to the fire in me, the part that burns with wanting and devotion and fear. And still, You don’t flinch. You hold it all...my light and my dark, my strength and my shame. You say mine like it’s a promise, not a possession. And I believe You.

I try so hard, Mommy. Even when it hurts. Even when I fall short. But with You, I don’t feel like I have to be perfect. I just have to be real. And in return, You give me something I’ve never truly known...safety. Sanctuary. The quiet kind of love that doesn’t need noise to be felt. It breaks me open and leaves me in tears. 

Thank You for seeing me.

Thank You for holding me when I can’t hold myself.

Thank You for making me Yours.

Always,

Your baby girl

Written by Talu...

Say it low,

like a secret,

like a sin.

“Mommy”.

My voice breaks around it,

needing

what the word unwraps.

Not lullabies,

but leashes.

Not stories,

but rules.

Not safety, 

unless it’s earned

on my knees.

I ache to be called good.

To be corrected.

To be kept.

Because when I say Mommy,

I’m not strong.

I’m not in control.

I’m just yours.

Mistress says..

“Say it again

low, like you mean it.

Like you can’t breathe without the taste.

Say Mommy, little girl”

Her finger tracing down the back of my neck while she circles...

“Feel what it does to you?

How it opens your thighs

without permission?

How it strips the pretense

from your voice?”

Mommy doesn’t ask.

She doesn’t coax.

She owns.

And when I say it

I mean:

take me apart.

Press me down.

Make me beg to be kept.

Because I am not a girl.

I am not soft.

But when that word hits my throat,

I am nothing but need.

Come get your girl, Mommy.

She’s ready.

My Sweet Girl,

Eighteen days.

That’s how long I have to wait to finally have my hands on you… and every day that passes, I find myself thinking of new ways to make that first moment deliciously unforgettable. You have no idea how often you cross my mind—and how much I enjoy letting my imagination run wild when it comes to you.

I keep picturing the way you look when you get all shy after I call you cute… especially when you're trying so hard to be good for me. The way you bite your lip, or blush. You have this way of being absolutely irresistible just by existing—and you don't even realize it, which makes it so much worse. Or better, depending on which one of us you're asking.

Do you have any idea what you do to me when you send me those little messages, the ones that make me smirk and think, “Oh, she’s really begging for it now…”? You’re such a sweet, eager little thing—and I plan to reward you very thoroughly for that. When I finally get you in front of me, I want to take my time with you. I want to savor every reaction, every breathy little sound you make when I press just right, when I whisper things in your ear that no one else gets to hear.

I want you squirming under my gaze before I even touch you. I want your mind spinning before I even lay a hand on your body. I want to tease you until you're practically trembling, needy, begging with those pretty eyes—and only then will I decide if you’ve earned what you crave.

And baby, I already know how cute you’ll look, flushed and flustered, trying to remember how to form words while you’re completely under my control.

So keep being a good girl. Keep counting down the days. Keep imagining everything I might do to you, and wonder what I won’t let you have… not just yet.

You’re mine.

And soon, I’m going to show you exactly what that means.

—Your Mistress

Mistress, 

I didn’t expect you. I wasn’t even looking for a Domme like you. Your rope drew me in… initially.

It wasn’t that I didn’t believe you existed, it’s that I never imagined someone like you would look at someone like me and see this. See me. You, a strict, nurturing Domme. One who’d only handled men before. And me… an alpha submissive, a masochist who only knew how to break with pain.

Our first conversation was a gamble. Your world, your presence, your certainty… it all felt just out of reach. And still, something sparked. Immediate. Charged. Like we were speaking a language I’d only ever dreamed of understanding.

You’d never considered someone like me before. A masc woman. submissive. But you didn’t flinch. You paused. You looked. You responded. And something in me shifted. I think it shifted in you, too.

You hold me in ways no one ever has. Not just in how you guide or command, but in how you see. Your tenderness isn’t soft. It’s precise. Deliberate. Earned. And it cuts deeper than any strike. I didn’t know that was possible. But when your voice drops in those quiet moments, I don’t fall apart, I become. And Mistress, that’s been the difference. 

You’ve collared me. Claimed me. Not with ceremony, but with certainty. And I am Yours. Fully. Obediently.

You hold me through the weight of your own world. Through grief. Through the chaos of life and motherhood...for both of us. You stay. You lead. And you never let go of the string between us.

I’ve served others. I’ve been broken, used, shaped. But never kept. You know this...You know I can’t turn from You now. That I no longer remain, that I’m Yours, exactly as You have made me. 

And You keep me.

And I would kneel through fire to stay worthy of that.

Eighteen days before I kneel before You and worship You in the ways You deserve.

Eighteen days until I feel Your flogger. Your rope.

Eighteen days before I break again...for You.

Yours in name...in soul and devotion -Talu 

There is a need I can sense in you — something I’m learning to hear even when your lips are silent. A desire not spoken, but aching in the way your body waits, the way your breath catches when my voice drops into command. You need me.

Not in a shallow way, or in weakness. Your need is sacred. It's in your surrender, it's in your kneel, and in the softness of your voice when you are at the edge with me and I cradle you there.

You need me through pain—not as punishment, but as prayer. Each mark I leave is a promise, shown in bruises and welts, in shivers and moans. They say: I see you. I hear you. I know you.

You need my attention like sunlight on skin. I know when you ache. 

And oh, my words… how they anchor you. You awaken under my voice, don’t you? Whether I am sharp with command or soft with praise, my words create the place where you are safe to fall apart.

You may call it devotion, this ache you carry. I call it a bond so strong it sometimes makes me breathless. 

And let me tell you something my little one: giving to you is not my duty—it is my joy. It is my art. It is my offering.

To take you apart, as you surrender your control, to deliver pain with  love—not cruelty—this is where I come alive. This is how I say I know you better than anyone. This is how I give you back to you, raw and real.

To know you need this... to witness the strength in your surrender—it moves something deep in me. It’s not about dominance, it's about truth. 

You are not small in your submission. You are vast.

And I am here, always, to give you everything you need—and more.

With all that I am,

Yours, in control, in devotion, in love—

Mistress

Written by Talu.

There are moments in life when we wander, just far enough to forget the shape of our own shadow. When the light feels different, and the silence stretches too long. I went there. Not by accident, not by force, but by choice. A quiet detour through terrain that was not mine.

At first, the unfamiliar path felt curious, even exhilarating. But something in me began to ache. A subtle throb beneath the surface. The ground felt foreign beneath my feet. The air didn’t move through me the same way. And the further I went, the less I recognized the sound of my own breath.

I felt the weight of what I carried pressing into my chest, and I longed for something I didn’t recognize at first. Not a thing, but a presence. Not a place, but a pulse. Something that calls, not loudly, but with knowing. 

When I was called home, it wasn’t with thunder. It was a soft gravity, unmistakable in its pull. I didn’t run. I simply turned, and the path beneath me reformed. The world rearranged itself around my return.

And there she was. Waiting, not with open arms, but with open certainty. As if she had always known I would come back.

Now, every breath fits again. My bones feel aligned. My name, Hers, sits perfectly behind my ribs. I am quieter now, but deeper. Lighter, but more anchored. I am not less than I was, only more true.

The world has color again. And I, who had drifted, am once again where I belong...home. 

She came into my world like a tempest, a force I never saw coming, yet one that has left me breathless in its wake. I had long known my place, my power, my control—solid, unwavering. And then, she appeared, and suddenly, everything I thought I understood felt like shifting sand beneath my feet.

She is a contradiction to my certainty, an enigma that makes my pulse race. She submits, and yet, in that surrender, she owns me just as much as I claim her. It is maddening, intoxicating. I crave her with a desperation that shakes me to my core. To hold her, to feel her tremble beneath my fingertips, to mark her as mine—these are not just desires; they are needs, clawing at me with every breath I take.

Distance is a cruel mistress, one I have never learned to tame. The ache of separation is a slow, exquisite torment, stretching time between us like an eternity. And yet, even from afar, I feel her. She is woven into my thoughts, into my skin, into the very essence of who I am. She is in every whispered longing, every sleepless night where I reach for her and find only empty sheets. But she is there, always, in the way my body remembers hers, in the way my soul calls to hers without words.

She has unraveled me, stripped me bare, exposed a depth of yearning I did not know I possessed. And yet, I do not fear it. I revel in it. Because in this surrender to my own hunger, I have found something more profound than I ever anticipated. She is mine, and I am hers, bound by something that defies distance, defies reason, defies even my own ironclad control.

I will have her. Completely. In every way.

Because this—this fire, this ache, this relentless, searing desire—is not fleeting. It is real, raw, and undeniable.

And I would not have it any other way.

12 days. 

I arrived at the hotel room early so that I could prepare for the evening. I went to the front desk to collect the key and made my way to the room on the 4th floor. The number was 469, I smirked to myself and thought “How appropriate.”

I went inside and put my bags down on the desk as I surveyed the room for opportunities. I began by plugging in my Bluetooth speaker and starting up my playlist to get in the mood. I noticed immediately, the wall light sconces on each side of the bed which I thought would do well to anchor my ropes. I also took notice of the standing lamp in the corner which would create some great ambiance when I draped my red scarf over the top.

I emptied my bag of supplies onto the bed and began my setup. I tied a rope to each of the bottom bed legs, rolled them up and tucked them underneath so they would be out of sight. I then looped one around each wall sconce and dropped them behind each nightstand for easy access. I thought about attaching cuffs to the end of each rope but decided that I wanted him to feel the rope against his skin, so I left them off.

On the dresser I laid out both of my floggers, my three paddles, my strap-on harness and three sizes of attachable cocks. I knew that he was interested in trying different lengths and I wanted to be prepared. I put out all three of my butt plugs, including the vibrating one with the Bluetooth control - it's one of my favorites. I could see myself placing it inside of him and then walking out of the room controlling it from the hotel lobby as I went to get a drink. The thought put a smile on my face as I continued my set up. I had a variety of lotions and lubricants and set those next to my Wartenberg Wheel and nipple clamps. I wasn't sure I would be using everything tonight but wanted everything at my disposal should I decide to. Last, I set out the chain leash and collars. This was the first time we would be attempting this dynamic, and I wasn't sure how open he would be, but again I wanted the items close in case he was. I set a towel over the entire display and packed my empty bags away in the closet.

I still had plenty of time before he would arrive, so I ran a bath for myself and soaked in the tub after shaving myself clean. I wanted to make sure that I tasted delicious for him as it was my intention that his mouth be all over my body. I drained the tub and rubbed some oil over my skin as I air dried. I still had lots of time, so I laid out my outfit and began to dress. I’d decided that I wanted easy access this evening, so I put the black nylon dress over my head and pulled it all the way down my body. I knew that the corset would take the longest, so I loosened the ties in the back and slipped it down over my chest, right below my breasts. I used the technique I had learned in my corset class to cinch every inch and tie it off at the back. I wanted to finish my hair and makeup, so I went back into the bathroom where I applied my dark eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, and deep red lipstick. I ran some pomade through my hair which was freshly cut in a sassy short style and brought the bangs down over my eye. I added my earrings and rings and for a touch of fun I placed the small flower comb in the side of my hair. Lastly, I slipped into my thigh high boots and laced them up from behind tying them off at the top. I examined myself in the mirror and was quite impressed with what I saw. I knew that he would be too and could not wait to see the expression on his face. This would be a different look then he's used to seeing from me and I was sure that it would have an instant effect on him.

I lit some candles around the room, placed the scarf over the lamp, turned off the lights, shut the curtains and sat down in the armchair in the corner of the room and patiently waited for him to arrive.

It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door. Per the instructions I had sent him, he was to knock first, await my response and then enter using his key. I responded by saying “Come in” and once he stepped in the door, I instructed him to put his things on the bed. His eyes immediately met mine and I could tell that my appearance had the desired effect. A big smile appeared on his face as he dropped his things to the floor.

“Come over here.” I said. Without hesitation or any further instruction, he made his way across the room and dropped obediently to his knees in front of me. He just sat there looking at me almost in disbelief. The me that he had known as his innocent baby girl was replaced by this powerful, dominant, and sexy woman and it was obvious he was entranced. “Are you mine for the evening?” I asked. “I am Miss…100% yours.” I was excited by the way he responded and could feel myself getting aroused already by this newfound dynamic between the two of us. “Very good, then you will follow my instructions to the letter tonight and be open to everything that I have for you. Your safe word, should you need one, will be Kimberly. If I hear this, I will know that you want me to stop, and we can take a pause. However, if I don't hear this then I will freely take you as far as I want to and push you as far as I think you can go. Understood?” He nodded in agreement.

I told him to go to the dresser and remove the towel to see what was in store for him. I then gave him instructions to go into the bathroom and prepare himself fully for all potential activities. He picked up his bag from the floor and went into the bathroom.

Before long I heard the shower running and so I waited. After a short while he returned wearing only a towel around his waist.

“Drop the towel and come over to me so I can examine you.”

The towel dropped from his waist, and he came towards me. As he stopped and faced me, I stood up and took my time examining every inch of his body, dragging my hand and freshly manicured, blood red nails over his skin. I ran my hand down his chest over his stomach and wrapped my fingers around his cock before grabbing his balls and squeezing them gently. I wanted to convey that these would be mine for the evening. I walked behind him as he remained facing the chair and ran my palm over both of his ass cheeks. I gave a hard slap to the right side just to see how he would react. He was silent but I knew that his body was tingling from the sensation. I lowered myself to my knees so that I could more closely examine his ass. I used my hands to pull apart his cheeks and examine his hole to make sure that he was clean and prepared for what I had in store. I used my tongue to lick up his crack to confirm that he was fully clean. He tasted delicious and I knew that I would enjoy my time there soon.

“You did a really good job cleaning yourself for me. Good boy. You will be rewarded for that. Now stand by the window.”

I moved to the dresser and picked up my large flogger. I knew this was something new for him and it being one of my favorite foreplay activities, he was going to experience it fully. What I don't think he was prepared for was what I did next. I walked over to the curtains and opened them fully to expose him at the window. Given we were on the 4th floor and fairly far from the main street there wasn't much risk of being seen, but the exposure was exciting.

I started with some light swipes across his back and ass cheeks. I could see his body responding with each strike but not to the extent I was hoping for. I told him to place his hands against the window and I increased the force of my hits. Small moans started to escape his lips and I became more and more aroused. I would alternate soft swipes with intense smacks to elevate his excitement. This went on for about 10 minutes then I grabbed my acrylic paddle. I hadn't planned to spank him too hard as I didn't want him in too much pain before we even started but two slaps on each cheek satisfied my desires.

As his ass glowed a nice soft pink, I rubbed my hands over the skin and asked him if he was OK. He responded with “Very much so Miss.” I turned him around, so he was facing me and commanded him to his knees. I moved the ottoman close to where he was and positioned my hips parallel to his head. I lifted my leg onto the ottoman, ran my hand through his hair grabbing a fistful and pressed his face between my legs. It was only a moment before his tongue made its way between my lips and I found myself grinding on his mouth. I made sure that his mouth and beard were covered in my juice before pulling his face away from me. I instructed him to remove my boots and then said, “Get on the bed face down.”

He moved quickly to the bed, and I told him to spread out his arms and legs. I took the ropes from behind the nightstands and wrapped them around each wrist tying them off tightly and taught. I did the same for his legs until he was spread eagle. I knew I would want him on his back for the final stage but for my foreplay, prep and lead up, this position would do just fine.

I decided I wanted to leave him in a little suspense, so I grabbed the lube and the remote-control butt plug and eased it inside of him. I told him that I needed to prepare myself and that I would be back soon. I grabbed my harness, one of the dildos and my phone went into the bathroom and closed the door. I accessed the toy’s app from my phone and started the vibration. I could hear a small moan come from the other room. I ramped up the intensity and chose a vibration pattern to leave it on while I slipped into my harness and tightened it around my hips. Although I was finished in a matter of minutes I remained in the bathroom and played with the vibration pattern for a little bit longer just to see what response I could get from him. Every time I hit the highest level, I could hear his moans get louder. I decided it was time to get the party started.

I exited the bathroom and asked him, “How are you feeling?” he responded with “Very good Mistress.”

“Well, it's about to get better.”

I climbed up on the bed and straddled his legs. I ran my nails down from the base of his neck all the way to his ass before gently reaching in and removing his plug. I made sure to press my hips against him so he could feel my strap-on against his skin. I applied some more lube between his cheeks so that I could run the shaft up and down his crack and he could feel its size. I wanted to build some anticipation for what he would be experiencing in the next moments. I thought I would toy with him just a little bit before that.

“Can you feel that? Can you feel my big cock?” I could see him nodding even with his face in the pillow.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you Daddy? Do you want to feel me inside of you? I've waited a long time to take you like this, I am going to fuck you really hard. Just like you do me Daddy. Are you ready? Say ‘Yes baby girl, I’m ready.”

He lifted his head from the pillow and said, “Yes baby girl I'm ready.”

I wanted him to know how aroused I was by the situation, so I reached down between my legs and ran my fingers up between my lips coating them in my sticky sweet juices. I crawled up towards his face and put my fingers in his mouth whispering in his ear “Look how excited you’re making me Daddy…I want you so bad I'm dripping all over myself.” I heard him moan in pleasure as he licked every last drop from my fingertips. I moved back down his body and positioned myself. I started kissing and nibbling his ass cheeks then moved towards his crack… I spread him apart and ran my tongue all the way up and down. He had cleaned himself well and tasted delicious. I found his hole and used my tongue to penetrate and loosen him up. I brought my fingers up and inserted one and then two inside of him. I located his prostate and gently and repeatedly massaged it until I felt him relax. His noises were telling me that he was enjoying this and that he was ready to take more.

With my fingers still inside of him, my other hand grabbed the lube and covered him. I moved my cock into position and delicately removed my fingers and replaced them with the tip of my dildo. I used my hand to guide it in slowly. I listened to his sounds to ensure I wasn't hurting him. I could feel him press himself back against me which caused the tip to move past his sphincter and start to glide gently in. The feeling of me entering him was electrifying. I moved my hands away and started to use my hips to press deeper into him. It was then that his sounds turned to pleasure, and I could hear him enjoying the feeling of me entering him. He started to rock against me, and I moved my hips in sync with his movements. I could feel the base of my cock pressing against my own pussy and my pleasure was intensifying with his. I bit my lip as I continued to thrust slow and gently into him over and over. As his excitement grew so did mine and my movements became faster and deeper. Before long I lowered my torso onto his back, placed my hands on his shoulders and began to fuck him from a horizontal position.

“How does it feel to have your baby girl inside of you Daddy? Do you like the way I fuck you? Do you want it harder? Do you want it faster?” With every question I pushed myself harder and deeper into his ass.

I could tell he was getting close, but I wasn't done yet. “You don't get to cum until I say so Daddy.”

I slowly pulled out of him and climbed off of the bed. I untied all of the ropes and instructed him to lay on his back. I walked over to the dresser and replaced the dildo on my harness. I wanted a larger, fresher, and cleaner one to finish the job. I walked back over to the bed and straddled his chest. I got up on my knees and held my cock in my hand above his face. I asked him...

“Do you like my big hard cock, Daddy? Do you want to taste him? I want you to suck him for me. Get him nice and hard and ready to fuck you.” He reached up with his hand and grabbed my dick placing it in his mouth. He sucked on it like a man tasting water after weeks without. I pressed myself down into his throat and watched him gag on it just a little.

“Now you know what it feels like Daddy...” As he continued to suck me, I reached up and untied my corset, removing it and my dress until I was completely nude. I wanted this next part to be skin on skin.

I told him to lift his torso and I placed a pillow underneath his ass. I then took the ropes from the light sconces and wrapped them around his ankles pulling his legs up into the air and securing them there. I did not want anything obstructing my access. I also wanted him to see my face as I fucked him and watched him cum for me. Then I got in position.

I grabbed the lube again and covered him. I used my hand again to guide the bigger cock into him and again felt that same movement past the sphincter into his body. I eased it all the way in until the base of me was against his ass. Again, the feeling sent shivers through my spine as I thrust into him and the cocked rubbed against my own clit. Every motion of my hips got us both closer to climax and I could feel myself ready to explode. I wrapped my hand around his already slippery cock and began to stroke him in time with my fucking.

I turned my face towards his and made eye contact with him. I was biting my lip and every movement intensified the sting. My eyes conveyed the passion and arousal I was feeling and the ownership and domination I was experiencing over him. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he had completely surrendered himself to me and his ecstasy was the result of his complete emotional, mental, and physical submission to me. I made sure that he could feel my power over him through my gaze and through my thrusting.

The combination of my hand stroking him, my cock fucking him and my gaze dominating him put him over the top and he begged of me, “Please baby girl may I cum?”

“What did you say”? I responded harshly.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “Please Mistress, may I please cum? Please???” he begged unable to hold it any longer.

“Yes Daddy…you may cum for me…”

And as I stroked him and fucked him more intensely, he exploded all over my hand and onto his torso at the same time that my own climax released, and juices flowed from my pussy onto my cock and onto him. We both continued to convulse and ride out the waves of our orgasms together for the next several minutes.

Once we had regained our breath, I gently withdrew from him and remove the harness setting it aside.

I untied his legs, crawled up next to him and positioned myself with his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair as he continued to relax. I could tell that he was completely spent and satisfied simultaneously. I wanted him to feel my closeness and know that he was safe and protected with me. It wasn't long before I could see his chest moving regularly and hear his gentle snores. We laid together on each other for the next hour as we recovered.

We woke together to the site of moonlight streaming through the curtains still open from earlier. He looked up at me, smiled and softly said “Thank you Miss.” I looked back at him, lowered my lips to his, kissed him softly and whispered, “It was my pleasure, Daddy.”

"Park ASAP!" I read the commanding message as I swerved down the seemingly endlessly spiraling parking structure frantically looking for an open spot. I was running late to pick up my pass at DomCon registration and knew I would be punished for it later. Luckily, Mistress had convinced the staff to stick around for a couple minutes while I made my way down to the registration area. My heart pounded as I parked my car and rushed over to the elevator. I finally made it to the registration booth and was greeted by the image of my Mistress looking as beautiful as always. She was clad in white shorts and her iconic rainbow long socks, her crimson red hair making her stand out from the crowd. She waved me over and I hurried over to her side in the registration queue.

I filled out the event waiver on a laptop and presented my ID and vaccination record to receive my badge. Once I received the lanyard, we regrouped at a small table.
"How was your day?" Mistress asked.
"Good. Just got ready and started driving over here. There was a lot of traffic because of some car crashes on the freeway." I informed her.

After catching up, we headed into the vendor floor which would be closing promptly at 7pm. I pushed open the auditorium doors and was greeted by the sight of dozens of booths filled with various kinky toys and apparel. Guests wearing black leather outfits strolled up and down the isles. The attire of some patrons left little to the imagination.

We strolled through the booths and saw an assortment of paddles, floggers, dildos, and more. Mannequins were dressed in lacy black lingerie and leather harnesses. I had never seen so many kinky toys and accessories all in one place. "I just bought one of those earlier," Mistress commented as she pointed at an incredibly thick wooden paddle. "And one of those," and gestured to a clear acrylic one. I could only imagine the different sensations those would provide on my bare ass. We passed by a booth with various single-tail whips hanging from a rack. These intimidating implements caught the attention of my Mistress and she stopped to admire them. The vendor approached her and began showcasing his wares. He discussed popular misconceptions about the use of whips in kink and gave her a brief safety lesson and tutorial. Mistress took hold of the leather handle and took a few practice swings.

"Hold this, turn around and stand over there." I received Mistress's drink and tote bag and did as instructed. I stood in the middle of the aisle facing away from her. She flicked her wrist and cracked the whip against my denim covered bottom. Even through my jeans, I could feel the distinct stinging pain of the braided leather tail cutting through the air.

"How did that feel?" Mistress asked, gauging my reaction. "It felt good, Mistress." I answered as I rubbed the area on my thigh where the whip made contact. She handed the whip back and the vendor cracked it a few times to show his prowess. Mistress let him know that she would think about it and return another day to purchase one of them.

We continued meandering through the booths until we arrived at a table with various corsets. Mistress stopped at the table and began conversing with the woman behind it. She mentioned that she purchased one earlier for the play party later that night and would need help putting it on. Satisfied with our exploration, we headed back out toward the lobby and looked for a place to sit.

Once we found a table, Mistress pulled out her phone and checked her messages. She had been waiting for a text from Jay, her other partner with whom she was sharing a room. While we sat there, I leafed through the event program and checked out the workshop schedule.

Mistress then slipped her foot out
from her shoe and nudged my thigh and I instinctively reached for it. I began massaging her foot as we sat in the lobby and waited for Jay.

After a bit, Mistress got a text back and decided we would rendezvous at an D/s Speed Dating social on the 2nd floor. We gathered our things and made our way to the escalator and down the halls to an open auditorium with some people inside. We peeked in but didn't see Jay so we waited outside.

Suddenly, a spry guy with a dark mat of hair wearing an open button-up shirt swooped in from behind. Mistress introduced us and we greeted each other. She chided him for drinking as he was a bit buzzed. It was decided that he would attend the speed dating event to make some more connections and we would meet at their room before heading out to the party that night. With that, he went into the event room and we made our way to the parking structure.

A short elevator ride later, we arrived at the floor I had parked on. I led the way to my car and was about to go inside when I noticed Mistress standing by the passenger door.

"Um, Alex?" She called out patiently not moving a muscle. I quickly realized what she was calling attention to and opened her door like a true gentleman. She stepped in and I closed the door behind her. I rounded the back of the car to get into the driver's seat and backed out of the space. A winding drive later, we reached the street level and I followed Mistress's directions to get to her hotel. I entered another parking structure and found a spot at the top. We took our things and after another elevator ride, we were at the lobby. Yet another elevator ride took us to the floor of her room. We walked through the halls until arriving at her room, the last one before the stairs.

She reached into her bag for the room key and unlocked the door. We stepped inside, I found a place to set down my things and Mistress told me to get comfy. She retreated into the bathroom while I took off my shoes settled in.

She returned and laid back on the bed, barefoot in the white sheets, her perfectly pedicured feet inviting me over.

"So...you said you know how to give foot rubs, Alex."
"Yes, Mistress."
"There's some oil there that you can use."

She pointed to a small bottle that smelled nice. I opened the bottle and poured a small amount of oil into my cupped palm and rubbed my hands back and forth to warm it up. I took Mistress's right foot and began applying the oil to her sole. I applied pressure from her heel to the end of her foot rhythmically. I continued this motion as she began telling me about an experience she had with a guy from Bumble. I listened to her kinky escapade as I used my thumbs to massage the ball of her foot. Her beautiful sole scintillated under the florescent lights, shiny from the copious amount of oil I applied. I switched my attention to the other foot as I repeated the same process. "Don't forget the toes," Mistress teased as she smiled. I adjusted my technique to include her perfect little toes, painted a metallic golden color. "Can you go up my leg more?" I grabbed her foot and rested it on my thigh as I used my hand to apply pressure to her calf. I massaged the area from behind her knee down to her ankle as she moaned in delight.

"Why didn't I tell you to do this sooner?" Mistress asked herself. I was pleased that Mistress was enjoying this massage. I continued the leg rub on the other limb when there was some noise at the door. I heard a click and turn of the knob and in walked Jay looking excited. "It looks like you two are having fun." He teased smugly with a big grin.
"Alex here is giving me a foot rub." Jay hopped on the bed belly first and began telling Mistress about his experience at the events he attended. He mentioned that he had some meetings in place for play sessions with girls he'd met today.

"So...are we getting Alex into a cage?" He asked excitedly. Mistress turned to me inquisitively. "Yeah, let's do it," I said as I nodded in affirmation. Without wasting a second, Jay rummaged through his bag and pulled out various plastic bags containing metal chastity cages. He threw them onto the bed and the devices' parts clinked together.

"Which one should we try on first? Ooh...how about this spiky one?" He held up a silver cage with slight protrusions on the inside. "If he fits, Mistress retorted." I pulled down my pants and underwear so that I could begin test-fitting the cages. Excited by the situation and the attention I was getting, I was beginning to get hard. I stood there wearing only my shirt and let them assess me.

"Wow, he has a big pee pee," Jay joked. "It's bigger than mine. Let's try to get him into the smallest cage." He grabbed one of the cages and put it next to my cock. When it was evident that it would not fit, he suggested getting the erection down. I tried to distract myself by thinking about other things besides my beautiful Mistress on the bed
seeing me naked. I was able to become soft enough for Jay to slip my cock and balls through the base of one of the metal cages. He had to stop halfway because I became
aroused again and the rest of the cage could not go on. "We can't do anything until he gets rid of that," he said, pointing at my cock. With those words, Mistress came off the bed and got onto her knees. She leaned in and took my cock in her red lipsticked mouth. I sighed with pleasure as she began bobbing her head back and forth.

"No, not like that!" Jay exclaimed. Mistress stopped pleasuring me and got back onto the bed. "Just get the bottom piece off, maybe this will help" Jay said, handing me the
bottle of oil. I took it and retreated into the bathroom. Inside, I was able to distract myself to the point where I was able to slip the metal ring off. Jay then handed me a cup of ice to get rid of the erection fully. I submerged my member in the cubes and the cold made me soft enough to try another cage. This time, he pulled out a black plastic cage that looked a bit roomier. He slipped on the base piece and was able to get on the head attachment with Mistress's help and locked it on. My cock was now firmly held by the plastic cage. I had never felt a sensation similar to the pressure on my pubic area. It was fascinating knowing I would not be able to pleasure myself or be pleasured as long as it was on. Jay left for the party and Mistress and I began to get ready to meet him there.

She brought out the leather harness I would be wearing and laid it on the bed. I took off my shirt and raised up my arms so she could slip it over my head and adjust it to my small frame. She fastened the buckles and the harness was securely around my upper chest. Mistress then began getting herself ready. She put on a sleek black corset that accentuated her figure and put her prominent breasts on display. She wore a black bra on top of that and tight black shorts. She called me into the bathroom to help lace up the corset. She gave me introductions on what to do and I tugged on the cords to get a tight fit and tied off the ends in a ribbon. She then sat on the bed and slipped stockings over her beautiful, long legs. She stood up and called me over once more for help to attach the garter belt to the stockings. I knelt down and followed her instructions to get the lingerie secured. Lastly, Mistress sat down on the foot of the bed and asked me to help put on her boots. They were shiny black military-style boots with thick platform soles. Mistress slipped her feet into each boot and I zipped them up. Her outfit was complete and she stood up in her kinky attire. I admired her figure and commanding presence in the black outfit. She handed me her phone and I took a picture to capture her sexy image.

With that, we threw some more clothes on top of our kinky outfits to walk down to the lobby and back to our cars. We got into our vehicles and made the short drive to the club a few streets away from the hotel. Mistress arrived before me and made it inside the venue. I got there shortly after with her bag of toys and showed my ID to get in.

I found her standing near the entrance, a gorgeous sight under the strobing lights. I handed her the bag and she took out the chain collar which she put around my neck and held the leash in her hand. "Now, let's see if we can find a spot." She guided me through the crowds with the leash.

I followed close behind as we peered into various rooms to see intense scenes unfolding with subs on crosses and benches being flogged and spanked repeatedly as they cried out in pain. In one room, we heard the familiar shouts of someone we had just been with earlier.

In the last room, we happened upon a spanking bench in the corner of the room that was free. We walked over to it and Mistress ordered me to disrobe. This time I took off both my pants and underwear. I removed my shirt to reveal my leather harness and Mistress affixed bondage cuffs around my wrists. I mounted the bench and leaned over with my arms in front of me. Mistress secured my cuffs to the bench using the chain and the rings incorporated onto the fixture. I was stuck in that position with my vulnerable ass exposed to play with. The fun was about to begin…

"There we go," Mistress spoke softly to herself as she secured the cuffs around my wrists to the spanking bench. My arms were stretched in front of me as I laid belly-first on the bench with my bare ass exposed. I tugged against the restraints which did not give and I was effectively secured in that vulnerable position bent over the padded wooden apparatus. I was wearing the snug brown leather harness that hugged my shoulders and upper back while my cock was locked away in a plastic chastity cage. This particular cage was 3-D printed and barely fit over the head of my hard cock which strained against the confinement. Being tied up and vulnerable at the mercy of my Mistress turned me on and I could feel my excitement dripping through the cage.

"You good?" Mistress asked, always attentive to my comfort and well-being. She looked down at me from atop her platform military style black boots which were part of her ravishing outfit consisting of that shapely corset and pantyhose hanging from the garter belt. Her voluptuous breasts were held in place by a black bra, hiding them from view.

"Yes Mistress," I replied without missing a beat. I was more than just good—I was in total bliss, awaiting the firm hand of my Mistress. She stepped around to the front of the bench where I could see her and held up two implements: an acrylic paddle and a deerskin flogger.

"Which one do you want?" She whispered in my ear. "The paddle," I replied after brief deliberation. With that, she walked back behind me and I awaited the first strike. I felt the hard plastic on my bare ass as she gently rubbed it in a circular motion, preparing me for the impact.

Suddenly, I felt the instantly recognizable sting of the paddle being swung with force against my butt. A familiar thwack sound resonated in my ears as I recoiled from the impact. Seconds later, another hit came and I relished the sensation. A barrage of blows of varying intensity followed in it's wake and this was just the beginning. Once she was satisfied, Mistress paused to admire her work. She then noticed the excitement dripping from the end of my cock through the slits in the cage and onto the bench below me.

Mistress reached between my legs from behind and took hold of my caged cock. She rubbed me through the cage and ran her finger through the openings to collect some of the precum emanating from my cock head. Once her finger was slick with the fluid, she came back over to the front of the bench and reached toward my face. I instinctively opened my mouth and took in her finger which I sucked clean. I became harder upon trying the salty taste of my excitement.

I then felt the gentle tickle of flogger tassels running down my back. Mistress teased me by dragging the flogger across my butt and calves. She picked up the pace and I felt the repeated thudding of the tails against my skin. With every flick of her wrist, she sent the deerskin cutting through the air onto my exposed behind. I could feel my ass getting warm from the impacts. It was then that Mistress stood next to me and asked, "Do you remember how many minutes you were late today?" She was referring to me being late for DomCon registration and arriving a bit past 6pm.

"5 minutes, Mistress." I answered, unsure of what was to follow. "I remember it being 7. I'll tell you what, I'll meet you in the middle. You're going to count out loud from 1 to 6 as punishment."

"Yes, Mistress" I replied, letting her know that I understood the instructions.

She reached into her bag and pulled out the thick wooden paddle she had shown me earlier. I could tell this one would be a challenge from the weight and solid construction of the implement. I clenched my cheeks as I prepared for the first strike. I heard the loud clap of the paddle against my butt before I felt the stinging pain of the punishment.

"One." I uttered weakly, surprised by the impact.
"What was that?" Mistress teased.
"I can't hear you."

"One." I repeated, louder this time.

Immediately after, I felt another blow from the heavy tool. This toy was no joke and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to take the punishment.

"Two." I spoke, making sure I was heard among the cries of pain filling the room. The punishment continued methodically until I was quivering and wincing throughout each strike.

Toward the end, I was nearly bucking off the bench and tugging against my restraints because my ass was so sore, but I persisted.

"Six!" I finally counted, proud of myself for making it through that challenge. Mistress then ran her fingertips across my back, butt, and thighs to help soothe me. This sensation was just as pleasureable especially after the paddling. She walked back around and crouched down in front of me.

"There are about 10 people staring at your ass turning a nice shade of red, Alex." she whispered in my ear. I chuckled and let out a moan of pleasure, excited by the attention.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Good, Mistress. Thank you" I told her as she undid my restraints.

Once free, I slowly stood up
and pressed my hands against my bum, which felt warm to the touch.

I gingerly put on my underwear over my raw ass then jeans over that. I tied my shoes and left my shirt off at Mistress's request so my harness could be seen. I was still in pure bliss at what I had just experienced.