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STORY - A nervous subs, first time. I was sat on the sofa when the knock on the door signalled the arrival of my new sub, Laura. I was tempted to let her wait for a bit to increase her apprehension, however, as this was her first time ever visiting a Dom, I knew how nervous she would be and this was a time to put her at ease, not create any undue stress for her. We had spoken for over a month prior to this visit, we also had a couple of video calls. I fully understand how hard it is for subs to put their trust and well-being in the hands of a stranger so I always show a lot of patience when communicating with them. I do not take on just any sub, she has to demonstrate her desire to me before I will consider a visit. Laura had done just that. It mattered not to me that she was inexperienced, she was open, honest and had shown complete obedience in the small amount of control I had instilled in her remotely. We also seemed to have a natural connection and I found her very attractive, so, here we found ourselves - her first visit was about to commence. I opened the door and welcomed her in. I wasn’t in Dom mode at this point, I wanted her to feel relaxed and her journey had taken her a couple of hours, no doubt with an anxious mind about what was going to happen, so she needed time to settle in. I could tell how nervous she was, she was shaking a little so we sat down over a coffee for about 30 mins. Most subs have a problem opening up their innermost submissive desires because, although they long to experience true submission, they do so with a desire to be cherished by the Dominant, cared for and have their gift of submission treated with respect, as it should be. Allowing yourself to open up fully to someone also leaves a sub extremely vulnerable to getting hurt, so their emotional well-being is of the highest importance. I have been doing this for over 20 years, I know how to trigger those inner most desires and provide the right level of Domination and caring they desire. I knew Laura was inexperienced, she was scared as well as excited, she needed to be handled carefully for her to get the most out of this experience. We had spoken at length prior to the visit, not only about her desires but also mine too. She had demonstrated a true desire to learn what I like so she could please me. She was very conscious about doing things ‘right’ so I would not be disappointed in her – I liked that enthusiasm to please and learn what makes me tick. She received some orders that she had to complete for her visit. She had also been given my own set of rules that would govern her submission which she not only agreed to, but was excited to follow. The rules are quite extensive and cover how she should act during play and out of it. You see, I believe it is imperative to allow a sub freedom in D/s. Yes, there are rules that exist at all times, for example she is never to be allowed to masturbate or even touch herself without my express permission, but during the vanilla time, she should have the freedom to express herself. Life is all about balance, D/s is no different. A sub who has her life suppressed at all times, will eventually resent that, she needs to have the balance between freedom and control, which my rules allow. I will not explain all of these rules here (unless you would like to read them in which case, I will post them) but basically, when in RED my sub is free to act, for the most part as she pleases, however, if I say BLACK, she is my slave, totally obedient and fully under my control. Laura said that she had memorised all of the rules in detail so she could prove her desire to serve me…I was about to test this for myself. When Laura had finished her coffee and I felt she had calmed down sufficiently I took the cup from her, took it the kitchen and put it on the side. On returning I said the word that I knew would make her heart race. “BLACK’ I could see the expression on her face change along with my demeanour – I was now in Dom mode. This side of me does not shout, it does not require me to, however it commands respect. I sat back down on the sofa next her as she waited in silence, knowing full well that she was no longer aloud to move or speak without my permission. I could see the mix of excitement and fear in her face. “Have you completed the orders I gave you, my slave?” I asked “Yes Master” she replied nervously. The orders that I gave her for the visit were as follows; i) She was to be fully shaved from the eyebrows down, I hate pubic hair! ii) Every day for the last 2 weeks she was to edge twice a day ensuring she was desperate to cum, even before she had arrived. iii) She was to bring with her a change of clothes. I much prefer my sub to be dressed rather than naked, it’s a quirk of mine and she had to learn what I like and demonstrate this with her selection of attire. “Good girl” I replied - for I knew she liked to hear those words. “Now, head up to my bedroom, first door on the right at the top of the stairs. On the bed you will find a set of instructions. You will follow these instructions precisely, is that clear” “Yes Master” she replied, before picking up the bag she had brought with her and heading on up the stairs, obediently. I heard her enter my bedroom. On the bed she would find a thick, black, fur lined leather collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs, a leash and a note from me which read; My slave You are now fully under my control. That desire you have had all of your life to submit to a Dominant man has finally come true, from here on your only concern is being the most obedient slave you can be. You will now change into the attire your brought with you, with the sole purpose of pleasing and turning on your Master. You know this is important to him so ensure that everything is perfect. Once dressed you will add the collar, ankle and wrists cuff and as you can see there are padlocks for each with one universal key. You will add the padlocks and hold the key between your teeth, when you return downstairs. In 30 minutes, you will come back downstairs having completed all of these orders. You will stand in the INSPECT position, facing your Master on the sofa. You will then wait further instructions. Your Master Part of Laura’s training to acclimate her to her upcoming new role as my slave, was position training. I like to be able to control my slaves with a single word, as well as giving me pleasure to be able to do so, it also tests the slave and forces her to focus. She had been given 6 positions to learn with a subsequent one-word order. I could hear her moving around upstairs and smiled, knowing how scrambled her mind was going to be with that mixture of fear and arousal. I had no idea what she had chosen to wear – I like to give my subs the freedom to choose what to wear in the hope of pleasing me, I have no desire to have a ‘doormat’ sub, I want them to demonstrate their desire to please me without being ordered. So, I was excited to see what she had chosen. She had been very keen to learn my desires so I was interested to see what she had decided. 30 minutes on the dot, I heard the bedroom door open. I knew how nervous she would be descending the steps into my gazing eyes - her first time being under someone’s control, I could imagine how her mind was racing. I fixed my gaze on her as she reached the bottom and walked over to the sofa, I could see her shaking, I could feel her trepidation but she kept her head down – oh the sweet humiliation she must have been feeling, only adding to the arousal sweeping her body. She assumed the INSPECT position perfectly in front of the sofa - I loved her obedience and desire to learn. She stood, feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind her head, chin lowered looking at the floor, her ass and tits thrust out. I must admit I started to get hard at the sight of her stood waiting in position for her Master to command her. I said nothing, I remained seated and took in the view. She had chosen a thigh length black cocktail dress with a thin black belt pulling it in at the waist, black silk full length gloves, black silk stockings (I presumed as the hem of the dress covered the tops) and black strappy heels. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was made up subtly, but with striking red, glossy lips. I was impressed. I had no idea what she had on under but that is part of the excitement for me, not knowing, like unwrapping a present! The leather collar was wide enough to prevent her from tilting her head all the way down, but her gaze remained at the floor, the key to the padlocks dangling from her glossy lips. I could see her legs trembling but she was doing her best to remain in position and not fidget. I love this part, knowing her head will be racing, her body tingling with arousal from my control and the humiliation of being on display. Wandering what was going to happen, waiting for my commands, at my mercy. I remained silent. D/s is about controlling the mind of the sub, words are the most powerful tool in a Dom’s arsenal. She was waiting to hear my voice, hoping she had pleased me with her choices of attire, desperate for my attention, my orders, my control, but she is not in control now, I am and I want her to remain in that state of apprehension. After a few minutes I stood up, she flinched a little but then composed herself as I approached. I walked around her, my fingers started running gently over her body as if she was a piece of furniture, stroking her, teasing her continually as I slowly circled her displayed body. From the rear I moved in close behind. I reached round and both hands started to explore her more vigorously. My head was over her right shoulder as my hands cupped her tits and started to caress and squeeze her nipples through the dress. I pulled her in tight and I am sure she could feel how hard I was. Her breathing was increasing, the keys still dangling from mouth. Her nipples were rock hard, straining against the black fabric as I started to whisper in her ear. “You look stunning my slave; your Master is very pleased with his girl” bringing an audible sharp exhale from her. Squeezing her nipples quite firmly I continued “Judging by how hard your nipples are, I think my slave girl is a bit turned on, mmmm, I wonder what I will find between your legs, I wonder if that cunt of mine is soaking wet yet?” I could hear the breath forcibly exhaled from her nose as I continued to squeeze her nipples. The key in her mouth prevented her from saying anything but she also knew that she wasn’t allowed to speak unless asked a question, so I was curious if she would have replied had it not been, so I reached round and ordered her to release the keys into my waiting hand. I put the key in my pocket and continued with assault on her senses. “Well, let’s find out” I said. My right hand moved down to her right thigh and slowly slid up under the dress. I was pleased to feel the tops of her stockings and the attached suspender strap. Her legs were shaking as my hand continued its journey up and soon found itself moving back down, over her silky knickers and down between her legs. Two fingers ran firmly between her cunt lips causing her to gasp – she was soaking wet. “Well, well, well” I whispered in her, continuing my verbal assault. “You are soaking wet my slave, it seems someone is turned on being under my control, turned on by being my slave” My fingers continued to tease her soaking cunt, up and down her lips, teasing her clit and soon they slid under her knickers and started exploring her soaking wet insides. Her breathing was increasing, small moans started to escape as she desperately tried to maintain her composure, her legs were buckling slightly and I could feel her muscles squeeze my exploring fingers as she got more and more turned on. My left hand squeezed her nipple harder and suddenly she spoke. “Master, please may your slave speak?” “No” I replied sternly and abruptly removed my hands and all physical contact ended. Unbeknown to her I was smiling behind her. I knew what she was going to ask, she going was going to beg to cum, but what I liked most of all was that, despite being so aroused, despite it being her first ever time in this situation, she had followed the protocol of being in BLACK perfectly – she must first ask permission to speak in BLACK, before doing so. I wouldn’t have been surprised had she just asked that straight out, but by asking to speak she had demonstrated that she had fully learned the rules that governed her slavery. I was impressed. When a sub does well, it is imperative that you let her know. I want my sub to feel wonderful in her submission so she needs to know when she has pleased her Master. I brought her hands down behind her back, as I am sure they were aching and clipped the cuffs together, allowing her to regain her composure in a more comfortable position. I walked round to face her, she instantly lowered her gaze to the floor – I love how obedient she is, but I lifted it up to face me with a finger under her chin. I looked into her eyes that were already demonstrating her desire for me, my hand stroked the side of her face as i said “I am so pleased with you, my slave. This is only the beginning for you, but you have pleased your Master immensely” With that I leant in and started to kiss her, a deep, loving kiss that she melted into. A NEW SUB VISITS. Part 2 I pulled away from the kiss and she settled back into her position with her gaze returning to the floor. I loved her obedience and desire to do everything right; it was clear her submissive side came naturally to her - even if it had been hidden for nearly 35 years. I hate to think of the amount of true submissive’ who have these burning natural desires that they keep repressed for fear of ridicule and embarrassment, never truly experiencing that what they crave. This is what I love most about BDSM - it is the truth. We are all 2 people really - there is the person underneath, the true you, the one who holds the secrets desires and wants and then there is our ego, the outer shell, that person we want to be seen as, the way we wish to be portrayed – the perfect version of our not so perfect self. Unfortunately, maintaining and living up to this image of our perfect self in the outside world, has become more of a priority to most than fulfilling the inner persons true desires - none more so than with submissive BDSM feelings. When a sub experiences their true desires, the ego is removed. They are stripped, exposed, and the person underneath is revealed. What remains is the truth and there can be no hiding. Ironically, this process produces a freedom in a sub they can never experience in any other situation. There is no pressure to conform, no pressure to be seen as more than they truly are, no pressure to be liked by others – they can find mental freedom from not having to maintain their image and simply accept their role as the submissive. With the right guidance the subs ego is bypassed and an acceptance of their most basic desires is achieved. – this is what sub space is - the mind finally being freed from the pressures of controlling an image to the world, letting go and acceptance of who they truly are, in that moment. During this time, there is no thoughts of the past or fears of the future, it is the euphoria of truly being free in the present and relinquishing the minds need to control the world around them. This is what I want for any sub to feel and what I hope Laura will experience, but that does not come easily for there is a lifetime of denial and fear to break through first and most importantly, she needs to know that ultimately, she is safe and protected enough to truly let go in her mind. Being that this was her first time, it was imperative that I made her feel as safe as possible, to allow her to truly experience the feeling of ‘letting go’ of the need to control her life. I put things in place to ensure Laura felt safe, prior to arriving at my house and I also ensured she knew exactly what to say if she wasn’t enjoying the experience and wanted out. She was in safe hands and to be honest, although she was clearly nervous her focus and desire to show me her obedience was impressive…but we had only just begun! She was still fully clothed at this point, collared and cuffed with her hands behind her back - it was time for this to change and for her to experience more. I walked round behind her and unclipped the cuffs, allowing her arms to fall by her side. “Now, my slave” I began “I am going to head upstairs to collect some things, when I return you will be waiting in the INSPECT position once again but you will have removed your dress this time, is that clear?” “Yes Master” she replied somewhat nervously. “Good girl” I said, before heading up. I waited upstairs far longer than was necessary. I knew it would only take a few seconds for her to get into position but I wanted her to wait, wandering what was coming next, wandering what I would bring down with me to use on her. There is also a mirror on the wall behind the sofa so the image of herself obediently in position would be impossible to resist looking at. Eventually I headed back down and I was looking forward to seeing what underwear she had chosen to please me. How a sub is dressed has always been a turn on for me in my role as Dom so yes, I was excited to see how well she had done. The image that greeted me was extremely pleasing and brought a smile to my face – not that she could see my reaction as her gaze was obediently fixed on the floor. I placed my bag of goodies on the sofa and slowly walked around her, once again my hands being unable to resist teasing her exposed body. I am a very tactile person so I find it impossible not to feel and tease an obedient sub of mine. She had on a black silk corset pulled in tight, giving her a curvy hourglass shape, matching bra and thong and stockings attached to suspenders from the corset. With the addition of her high heels she looked exquisite – she had done well and pleased her Master! She was a curvy girl who had previously expressed to me her dislike of her own body, but that didn’t bother me in the slightest – I am far from perfect myself and do not expect that from a sub, however, I knew she would be feeling paranoid in her current predicament so I wanted to put her at ease. I once again came in close behind and reached my arms around, exploring her semi naked body in its obedient INSPECT position. I slipped my hands under the straps of her silky bra and started to tease her hard nipples once again. With my head over her shoulder, I could feel and hear her reaction to the situation she found herself in. “Ass out my slave” I whispered in her ear and instantly felt her push back onto my hard cock. “Can you feel how hard you are making your Master, my slave?” I asked, wanting her to know what affect she was having on me. “Yes Master” she replied, between heavy breaths. “You look stunning my slave; your Master is so pleased with you and your choices” I whispered, starting to squeeze her nipples to the point of her legs buckling a little - which she instantly attempted to rectify. She went to reply to my statement but impressively stopped. I was expecting her to reply with a “Thank you, Master” which would have resulted in a couple of hard spanks, as I did not ask a question and in BLACK, she is forbidden to speak unless asked to reply. The fact that she remained silent demonstrated a surprising focus on her part given this was her first ever time and she was experiencing an onslaught of emotions. I then asked her a question designed to cause her some sweet humiliation. “Is that cunt of mine still soaking wet, my slave?” Humiliation, from my experience, is what so many Dom’s get wrong and mis-understand. Yes, there are female subs who crave to be made to feel worthless, useless and belittled, but this is not the norm. Most subs want to feel adored and cherished by their Dom, their submission to be considered a gift and have it respected. Being submissive is not a weakness, so attacking their character, belittling them or making them feel week for their desire to submit is not humiliation, that is degradation and it’s a totally different thing. I want a sub of mine to feel wonderful in her role, to find a confidence that she can take into her everyday life and possibly ease the need to prove herself there and be more relaxed in herself; that confidence cannot be achieved if you make her feel worthless for having the desire to submit. The question I asked Laura was to designed to get her to admit that she was loving the control I have over her, that what was happening was in fact her inner most desires and to acknowledge how much it was turning her on. It is forcing her to accept this side of her persona and to stop fighting it and although that may be humiliating for her right now, ultimately it is essential for her to find acceptance. “Yes Master, it is” she admitted “Well, let’s see shall we” I replied, removing my right hand from her bra and sliding it back down between her legs. She wasn’t lying, her silky thong was soaking and as I slid my hand under and started to tease her clit, her legs began shaking - forcing her once again to attempt to keep her composure. Knowing what I was about to put her through, I asked “Do you remember what AMBER and RED mean, my slave?” shifting her focus away from my teasing and probing fingers. Clearing her throat, she replied “Yes Master” “Explain it to me” I asked Desperately trying to focus while I continued to squeeze her nipples, she replied “AMBER means that I love what is happening, but that I cannot take much more, RED means that I want to stop everything and be released” “And what if you are unable to speak my slave?” I asked “I will click my fingers Master, two for AMBER, four for RED” she answered “Good girl” I remarked, before removing my exploring hands and walking away from her - leaving her once more desperately close to cumming, but again, denied. I hadn’t let her cum in more than two weeks before this visit and what with the amount of edging she was ordered to do she must have been so desperate. But I also know that denying her pleasure only re-enforces her submissive position, which only turns her on even more – oh the sweet frustration! I walked over to my bag of goodies and rummaged around for a few items, one of which I knew would make her extremely nervous. I pulled out some ropes, a set of clamps and then the item that would she find most intimidating - a steel anal hook. In our discussions, before she agreed to visit me, we obviously talked about limits, desires etc. and anal play was something she expressed a huge desire to experience, but also feared as she had never done it before. I turned back to face her, holding the hook out in front caused a concerned look to appear on her face. I chose the hook with the smallest steel ball that I owned, but I knew it would be enough to intimidate her. I could visibly see her expression change and her mouth open to assist her heavy breathing - which was already restricted by the tightness of the corset she had on. “I think it’s time you find out what being my slave is truly about” I said, ramping up her anticipation. I picked up some rope and once again walked behind her. I am by no means a ‘rigger’ but I know enough to get the job done and I set about applying a nice, tight, chest harness. I pulled her tits out from her bra before running the rope around her chest and back repeatedly, above and below her tits - I could feel her arousal from this first taste of real bondage, in her breathing. The rope eventually made its way over her shoulders, down and under the horizontal bonds, pulling them tight together and increasing the pressure on her tits, totally immobilising them. The rope came back up over her shoulders and was secured mid back. I simply could not resist grabbing her tied tits and continuing the teasing of her nipples; producing moans of delight from my helpless girl slave. I ordered her to place her arms out in front and fetched a simple steel tube with eyelets at both ends - the tube was about ½ metre long and only a couple of inches thick. With additional metal clips I attached one end to the ring on her collar and both her wrist cuffs to the other end, forcing her arms to remain locked out straight in front of her. She then had to remember her previous training again as I said: “ACCEPT” This position simply requires her to get on all fours - but that would be too easy for her to remember. It is important that a slave remembers her training and I wanted her to have to focus and recall it, during a time of extreme arousal -she once again did not let me down! Despite being unable to bend her arms and them being locked to her collar, she got down on the floor and into position perfectly, even arching her back to present her ass to me, which was part of her training – I really was impressed with my new slave. I took some more rope and tied it into her hair - slowly pulling back on it to test the knot and force her head up, before releasing it back. My hands started to explore my helpless, exposed and sexily dressed slave and soon her ass was feeling the gentle burning of a light spanking – nothing harsh, just enough to produce a soft red glow on each exposed cheek. Each blow produced a shallow moan before my hand once again slipped between her legs and teased her soaking cunt. At one point she started to push back onto my fingers which resulted in a couple of harder spanks, just to remind her that she is not allowed to move. It was at this point that I thought ‘Shit, I forgot to add the clamps before she got on the floor” but, I still had access to her tied tits from this position so I proceeded to get the clamps. I have a few pairs, some more severe than others, but I didn’t know her pain threshold at this time so opted for an adjustable pair with an attached chain linking them together. I got down beside her and proceeded to apply the clamps to her hard nipples, which were forced out and standing erect from the rope harness …and her arousal. They produced some more light squeals and a draw of breath from my slave as I attached them and adjusted the severity to a suitable level - tugging on the chain between them for no other reason than it gave me pleasure to cause her some pain! I wasn’t sure if I wanted her legs apart or tied together but eventually settled for the latter. I clipped her ankle cuffs together and applied rope above her knees; forcing her legs closed. I also attached more rope from her wrist cuffs to her legs to ensure she was totally immobilised and held perfectly in position on all fours - she was now experiencing total helplessness and I wandered what going through her mind. It was now time for her to face her fears and receive the hook in her ass, but I didn’t announce this to her - although she obviously knew it was coming at some point. I applied a large amount of lube to the steel ball of the hook, knelt down beside her and moved the rear of her thong to one side. She gasped and took a large breath in as the cold steel was gently pressed against her open ass for the first time, slowly working its way in, testing the resistance. For 5 minutes I carefully worked the steel ball in and out of her, a little further each time, noticing her reaction each time, then, out of the blue she felt my left hand squeeze her clamped nipple quite hard, resulting in her body flinching and the release of a short yelp. The distraction in her mind to the pain in her nipple relaxed her ass enough to allow me to push the ball in further, until, finally it was accepted inside her. The shock from the intrusion caused her to moan loudly, her body fought its bonds but she was helpless but to accept the invasion inside her. She was my slave now and she would learn to accept that I can use all of her holes, whenever I desired. However, knowing this was her first time I spent the next few minutes gently stroking her helpless body and affirming to her how well she was doing and how proud and pleased I was of her. Soon the shock of her ass being filled seemed to fade and she calmed down a little, just in time to feel me pull on the rope in her hair, forcing her head up and back. The collar she was wearing was thick and prevented much movement but her head was soon fixed in this position when I tied the rope to the end of the hook. Any attempt to lower her head would now result in increased pressure in her ass from the steel ball inside her. I stood up and admired my helpless slave from above. Her bound, helpless body, dressed in lovely underwear was a beautiful sight and I was extremely turned on. I truly love to see a slave in tight bondage, especially dressed as she was and I was pretty desperate to fuck her in this position but, I wanted to have some more fun first…the truth is, I wanted to get her to a place where she calls out AMBER. When I first had newbie subs under my control, I was extremely hesitant about pushing them too far, too soon, but the truth is, you need to find the boundaries of the world the sub has offered you. With good communication beforehand you find out where you can’t go as her Dom - her hard limits - which always need to be respected. Inside of those ‘no go’ areas though she wants no control and to find out how far you can push her, you need to discover the boundaries. I had provided Laura with a clear way of letting me know if I’m reaching those boundaries and the limits of what she can tolerate - this is information I need to know to ensure she gets the most of out of her experience. I would never physically damage her as I am not into extreme pain, so the issue is really, how much could she take? This is what I wanted to find out, this is why I wanted to discover where her AMBER limit is. I picked up two items from my bag, one was a leash, the other was a remote-control love egg that has an app on my phone to control …I love this toy, especially when out in public! I attached the leash to her collar but I ran it under the nipple clamp chain too, now, when I pulled on the leash, she was not only forced to follow (not easy in her tight bondage) but the leash also pulled on the chain, resulting in the clamps being tugged. She moaned with each tug of the leash and struggled to follow on all fours, every small movement putting more pressure on the rope between her head and the anal hook as well as tugging on the clamps. It was by no means easy for her to follow due to the bondage she found herself in, but she soon facing the sofa, head first, albeit a little out of breath from the struggle. She soon felt my finger inside her cunt again, teasing, probing and causing moans of pleasure from my girl. The egg slipped inside her so easily and produced a much deeper moan; both her ass and cunt were filled now while helpless in position. I took a seat on the sofa directly in front of her. With my legs apart, her head, which was forced to remain up, was between my knees. All I could see were her blue eyes longingly looking up at me. I truly felt she had accepted her position and I could see the desire in her pretty face. I ran my hands over her head and asked “Are you ok, my slave?” “Yes Master, your slave girl is feeling wonderful, thank your Master” she replied, which touched my caring side and resulted in my leaning forward and kissing her glossy red lips once more. “Good girl” I said. I picked up my phone, opened the app that controls the egg buried inside her and put it on low, causing her mouth to open in pleasure as the vibrations ran riot. “Now my slave, I am going to have some fun with you” I said, before turning the power up higher and watching her face - helpless to hide the delight the egg was giving her. “You are not allowed to cum, you do not have permission, so when you get close to cumming, you will beg me to deny you pleasure. That’s right, I want you to beg me to turn off the egg and deny you pleasure, is that clear?” “Yes Master” came a reply with a sense of lust and frustration. I leant back on the sofa and watched my helpless slave girl as I tormented her with the egg. Every time I felt she was getting close and about to say something, I slowed it down, let her calm down before starting again. I continually switched patterns and basically tormented her for about 20 mins. Her gaze was forced to look in my direction from the predicament bondage she found herself in and after experiencing the egg on full for a while, she looked me straight in the eyes and finally said: “Master, please Master can you deny your slave pleasure, please Master your slave is going to cum, please Master, please deny your slave pleasure, your slave does not want to cum without permission, please Master” Having to beg for ‘denial’ should be a different experience to that of begging to cum for a slave. It is forcing her to ask for your control, rather than release, which should only re-enforce her submissive position. I switched off the egg instantly and watched as she tried to catch her breath, awash with pleasure, pain, joy and frustration. To be honest I was amazed at my new girl - even during the most intense emotional experience of her life (probably) she didn’t use the word “Me” and referred to herself as “your slave” which she was supposed to do in BLACK, I was so impressed with her desire to be the most obedient slave she could be. “You’re such a good slave” I said, before standing up, revealing how hard and turned on I was! “Now, as the pleasure has stopped my slave, you can focus on some pain” With that she felt my hand come down hard onto her right ass cheek, the sort of spank that creates a lovely sound and caused my slave to gasp aloud from the pain she was helpless but to accept. “You will count out loud my slave, you will thank your Master and then ask for another” I ordered, before another spank landed on her left cheek this time. After the initial gasp from this next blow to her peachy ass cheek, my slave said: “One, thank you Master, please can your slave have another” “Two, thank you Master, please can your slave have another” “Three, thank you Master, please can your slave have another” Every spank would cause her to pull on the hook buried in her ass. She was tied tight but even the smallest of movement would accentuate that feeling and she unable to not flinch each time she felt my hand land on her ass This continued until I reached 16 and her ass was glowing a wonderful cherry red. The gasps became shrieks and grew louder with each spank. Saying what she was ordered to say became harder and more laboured. I was about to continue with another blow when finally, she said “AMBER Master, AMBER” The spanking stopped instantly and was replaced with a gentle rubbing of her burning cheeks to aide her recovery. I sat back down on the sofa and gazed into her eyes as I told her how proud I was of her and what a wonderful slave she is. Her eyes rolled as I turned the egg back on and the pleasure filled her cunt and body once more. I noticed she was deliberately attempting to pull her head down and create more pressure in her ass at the same time - I guess anal was not something she needed to fear! I slowly turned up the egg and watched as she became lost in the pleasure of the experience. I whispered the words she was desperate to hear: ”You can cum my slave” This caused a huge intake of breath as she was finally allowed to let go…the egg vibrated hard, my slave squirmed and struggled in her bondage, her mind let go from the freedom of having permission to cum and soon she was swallowed up by an enormous orgasm ripping through her body. She could not contain the pleasure and screamed out loud, the orgasm seemed to keep going, over and over waves of pleasure filled her soul, her body shook, her eyes closed in a world of pleasure until finally it died down….tired, emotionally drained and free from any thoughts other than how she was feeling, she said “Thank you, Master” |
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