COMPLETE CONTROL
The Story of an Actual xperience
It's late at night and we are in bed talking about our latest sexual
activities. It's early in our relationship and we are still discovering each
other's preferences.
We talk about how I like my nipples sucked. I tell him that I like pretty
severe sucking, to the point of using teeth to pull and nibble on them, and
that he is the first person who has ever been able to understand how good it
feels to have them stimulated so strongly. He responds maybe that's because
most men believe that would hurt instead of please the woman, and I respond
with, "Maybe that's true, but sometimes pain can be a good thing." He mulls
that over, and I can't actually believe I just put it that bluntly, but we
both kind of ignore the significance of the statement and go on to other
things.
We eventually get into another discussion where the "B" word finally comes
up, and we both admit to each other that we have fantasized about bondage. We
talk about experimenting, and the next couple of weeks are filled with
conversations and anticipation about our impending journey into bondage. We
decide that I am to be the submissive. I don't have much in the way of
dominant tendencies -- I have always been submissive in my bondage fantasies.
Even though he is interested in both the dominant and submissive roles, I am
clearly more the submissive.
We decide this will be the weekend for our bondage experiment. He goes to
work on Friday leaving me the whole day to wonder and worry about what the
evening will hold for me. I know he has acquired the toys and torture tools
he plans on using, and they must be around the house somewhere by this time,
but he has been adamant that he doesn't want me knowing what his plans for me
are, and I agree with his rationale. I've been careful over the past few days
not to look for the toys or even come across them by mistake for fear of
ruining his plans.
He has always been the gentlest and sweetest person to me, but while talking
about my submission to him and how he plans to dominate me, he has actually
begun to be quite the disciplinarian. He has already promised me punishments
for certain "transgressions" I've committed. His promise to "mess with" my
tits is particularly intriguing. I don't know what he has in mind for the
punishments, but while part of me is looking forward to it, the other part of
me is a bit fearful, and I want to avoid adding reasons for punishment to his
list.
Evening finally comes and we return from work, but he is in a bad mood and
has had a bad day. We have dinner, but he then tells me he's too tired for
our bondage games tonight and wants to go to bed. I cannot believe he is
saying that -- surely he must be joking. Is this more of his mind domination,
or is he really serious? Evidently he is serious because he gets up and heads
toward the bedroom, and I just want to cry. I follow him into the bedroom,
all the while trying to figure out what I have done wrong to make him decide
to forgo our bondage session. Luckily, after about 10 minutes in bed, he
tells me he's now ready to test out tying me up. My heart begins to race
again. I wonder if I will be sorry for hoping he would change his mind.
He tells me to follow him to the living room, which I do. He then tells me to
strip. I stand in the corner of the room undressing and leave my clothes on
the floor beside me. Now I'm completely naked (in more ways than one?). He
has moved to the fireplace and is retrieving a toolbox that was behind a
chair there. He has opened up the toolbox and is taking things out, and I am
too anxious to even notice what everything is. He tells me to come closer,
which I do, and I attempt to smile at him, but he is totally focused on this
really long piece of rope that he wants to use on me. He tells me to put my
arms in the air and he starts to wind the rope around my chest, underneath my
tits.
As he winds the rope around and around, I can hear a "whish" as it moves
through the air, and he is tightly winding around my chest two or three times
and then moves to the top of my tits, winding it around the top a number of
times too. The rope is nylon and I am extremely turned on by the feel of the
tight bondage and the sound of the rope moving around my body.
He then takes the ends of the rope and cinches them around the loops in
between my tits, then directs them over my shoulders, tying the ends to the
loops behind my back. He then cinches the bottom rope and top rope together
on the outer sides of my tits, forcing my tits even closer together and
making them incredibly sensitive to the touch. As he turns me around to check
the back, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and can see that the rope
is forcing my tits to protrude, making my already large tits seem even
larger, and they are already swelling from the bondage. I am excited by how
he has forced my tits to take the shape that he wants, ready to be used and
tortured at his will.
He locks leather cuffs on my wrists with tiny padlocks. He then tells me to
put my hands behind my back, which I, of course, do. He secures my wrists
cuffs together and tells me to kneel. He then informs me of my safewords:
"yellow" to mean he should ease up on whatever he's doing at that moment, and
"red" to mean everything should stop. I let him know I understand the
safewords, but I force from my mind the thought that I might actually use
them.
He then goes about tying my elbows together with another length of rope. My
elbows are having a hard time meeting, and that takes him a while to work on,
but the constant "whish"ing of the rope as he's manipulating my arms and the
feeling of the rope itself keeps my excitement level elevated.
After tying my elbows close together, he tells me to lie on the floor, face
down. I try to do that, but with my hands and elbows tied behind my back, I
have no way to brace myself, and I am having difficulty lying down. He
decides to expedite the process, grabs the ropes wrapped around my chest
behind my back, and pushes me forward. But, because I don't know he's got
ahold of me and intends to keep me from falling, I initially resist his
efforts to lower me down because I still feel like I'll fall. He releases his
grip at about the same time I end my resistance to his pushing, and I end up
falling straight onto the floor. He tells me he had meant to keep that from
happening, but I actually like that he was so forceful and I was so helpless.
Suddenly he starts to chastise me for one of my most recent "transgressions"
and starts to spank my ass as punishment. Everything up to this point has
felt more like preparation, but suddenly he is seriously treating me as his
sub and I am immediately incredibly humiliated. I turn to look at him, but he
is continuing his spanking, with his bare hand, and will not catch my glance.
I am so embarrassed that I try to put my head under my arm to hide my face,
but my arm is, of course, tied behind my back. So I settle for my shoulder.
Then suddenly it's not his hand that is spanking me, but there is this
"whoosh" and a much harder thwat on my ass. I turn to see what it is, and I
see a cat-o-nine-tails. Now the humiliation is increased tenfold, and there
is a rising level of pain as I wonder if I can bear the embarrassment of him
continuing to flog my ass.
He continues for a while, moving between my ass and upper thighs, and I can
feel the heat rush to my ass and legs as they turn red from the flogging. I
wonder if he knows that he is fulfilling one of my deepest and most
humiliating fantasies. I have always wanted serious ass spankings, and as
painful and humiliating as it is, I am enjoying every single painful moment.
The spanking and flogging don't last too long, and he has now decided to
hog-tie me. He is using more rope to tie my ankles together and then fold
them up to my ass and tie them to the rope between my elbows. I really like
the way this feels when he completes the hog-tie -- I am totally immobilized
and at his mercy. I am really feeling more and more submissive to him by the
minute. Unfortunately the elbow ropes soon begin to cut off circulation in my
arms, so he unties them and releases me from the hog-tie. I am saddened by
this, but little do I know what else he has in store for me.
He frees my wrists and ankles, but keeps the cuffs on my wrists. He tells me
to move over to the door to his office, adjacent to the living room. He steps
away and comes back with a hook that he places over the rim of the door
before closing the door. He tells me to stand with my back against the door,
facing the living room, with my arms over my head. I do so and he quickly
ties my wrist cuffs to the hook so that my arms are now secured near the top
of the door. As he does this, I feel my tits jut out even more, and there is
no way for me to prevent my huge swollen tits, the size of which has always
embarrassed me, from sticking straight out into the air. He then ties my
ankles together once more. Then he blindfolds me. Now I am increasingly
apprehensive and entirely at his mercy.
He moves away for a moment and it sounds like he's going back to the toolbox.
I cannot see a thing and can only wonder what he's planning next. He doesn't
make me wait too long, and he is back in front of me, touching my tits. His
hands move toward my nipples. The bondage has made them even more sensitive,
and I am really enjoying his touch. Suddenly though, he clamps something onto
each nipple and the pain is unbelievable. It feels like they are on fire, and
the pain is radiating throughout my nipples. Just as it begins to subside a
bit, the pain intensifies.
"Are you tightening them?" I ask, and he just chuckles. I later realize he's
chuckling because he found it amusing that I had no idea what he had used to
torture my nipples or what was causing the additional pain. He was using
wooden clothespins on my nipples. What made the pain increase was the fact
that a string was tied between the clothespins and he was pulling on the
string.
I then hear what sounds like a chair or something being placed in front of
me. I wonder what he could be doing with the chair. He tells me to stand up
on my tip-toes as high as I can, which I do, and after a second or two I feel
a stronger tugging at my nipples. He has attached a second string to the
string between the clothespins and has pulled it toward the ceiling where he
uses a strong rubber band to attach it to the ceiling with a push-pin. The
string and the rubber band keep a constant tension on the clothespins and
make them tug relentlessly at my nipples. He plucks at the string and it
makes the clothespins jump, causing them to pull my nipples back and forth. I
can't tell what is happening, but it feels like my nipples are vibrating and
being painfully pulled at the same time.
Due to the blindfold, I'm not aware of how he's arranged this tug on my
nipples. I'm still up on my tip-toes, but the intensity of the pain is
overwhelming. The pain distracts me from his instructions to stand up on my
toes, and I begin to drop my heels -- when I do, the pain increases 100-fold,
it seems. I yelp and rise back up on my tip-toes as high as I can. I ask him
what's causing this, but he just let's me suffer. He responds that maybe I
should try to stay up on my toes.
I try to focus on what's happening and to understand what he means, but it
takes a few moments, perhaps minutes, before the pain subsides enough for me
to understand what he has done to me. He has attached my nipples to the
ceiling with the string and rubber band so that if I stay on my toes, the
tension on the clothespins is only moderate, but if I drop my heels, the
tension is heightened and the pain increases. Since I'm blindfolded, I still
don't know just how he's done it, but I do know the pain drastically
increases if I drop my heels toward the floor.
This is a difficult spot to be in, and I wonder how long my legs can hold
out. As if I'm not in enough pain at this point, he decides that now is the
time for some further punishment. He takes the cat and starts flogging me
again. He starts lightly on my thighs, and the strokes quickly get stronger
and harder, moving quickly over my body. I am in such incredible pain, and I
can hardly believe he is actually doing this to me. And, the clothespins are
still relentlessly tugging on my nipples. Once in a while, he plucks at the
string.
He then steps away for a moment. When he returns, I strain to hear any clue
as to what will happen next. I don't have to wait too long. He has retrieved
a riding crop and begins applying it to my abdomen and thighs. It stings! I
wonder what is causing such a new and different pain, and I ask him what this
latest tool of torture is, but he refuses to answer and scolds me for talking
so much. He even crops the undersides of my tits, and they are so tightly
bound and tortured from the clothespins that every stroke takes my breath
away and I can hardly catch my breath between strokes. I ask him if my tits
and body are red and marked from the cat and the crop, and he tells me they
are, and I am proud to know that he has marked me with these painful blows.
He sits down on the floor in front of me and continues applying the crop,
concentrating on my poor titties.
He finally stops the flogging and cropping. But soon there is a sensation of
pins and needles running across my thighs, stomach and ultimately my tits. I
once again do not know what's causing this new painful sensation, but later
learn he's using a pinwheel on me. As it gets to my tits I again cannot
refrain from moaning and panting from the combination of excitement and pain.
And then there are more clothespins clamped on my breasts so that it is now
impossible to tell where the pain is coming from because it is coming from
everywhere.
Throughout the activities I have been a bit talkative, asking questions about
what he is doing to me, since I am blindfolded. He has begun to tire of my
questions and decides that it is time to test out a gag. This is something I
had told him frightened me, yet by this point I am looking forward to it
because I want him to forcibly stop my chattering so that I will not be
bothering him. It is at this point I realize that he has truly "Mastered" me,
and that my needs and fears have become secondary in my mind to pleasing him.
I want to be able to withstand all of his torture and pain because I want him
to be proud of me, and more importantly I want him not only to be my Dom, but
also the Master of my body. I want him to feel that he can do anything he
wants with me and my body and know that I will please him.
I think he is a bit surprised that I do not object to the gag, and he goes to
get a rubber ball gag. He comes back and places a small item in one of my
hands. He explains that with the gag in place, I'll be unable to use the
safeword, so if I need to say the safeword while gagged, I can give the
safeword signal by dropping the item he put in my hand. I agree.
Then he puts the gag in my mouth. It tastes horrible, but that bothers me
less than the fact that it forces my mouth extremely wide open, while filling
it up so much that I cannot even think about uttering a word. I am quite a
talker, and this inability to speak proves very difficult for me. But I am
happy that it prevents me from talking and bothering him. He continues
torturing me with the cat, the crop, and the pinwheel.
I am still on my tip-toes and my legs are tiring. My heels begin to drop, but
the instant pulling on my nipples forces me right back up, and I can't even
yell because of the gag. At one point he starts asking me questions, which I
obviously cannot answer, but when I don't answer he starts flogging me harder
and harder for my failure to respond, and I am panting and choking on the
ball in my mouth.
Finally he removes the gag because he can tell it is too much. This
particular gag is really too big for me, and its narrow leather strap cuts
into the corners of my mouth. I feel a clear sense of failure, though I know
it is not my fault, but I want to remain gagged because I know it pleased him
so much. He promises me that next time he'll have the problem fixed and that
I'll remain gagged far longer. He removes the "safeword thing" from my hand.
Eventually my legs start to shake from fatigue since I have been on my toes
now for a very long time. He asks me if I am tiring and I hesitate to say I
am. I promised myself two things when we decided to enter into the world of
bondage -- one was that I wouldn't use the safeword unless I feared real
bodily harm was imminent, and the other was that I was not going to be one of
those subs who tops from the bottom. I do not want to tell him I am tiring
because I do not want him to release me until he wants to. I want him to be
in complete control.
Finally, when my legs have reached the point where they are shaking almost
incessantly from fatigue, he releases me from the ceiling and takes the
clothespins off my breasts. I had read that removing the clothespins from the
nipples hurts tremendously, but am still surprised at how much it hurts. He
gently massages my nipples a bit and then releases my arms and legs from
their restraints and removes the blindfold. He tells me that I should use
this opportunity to take a bathroom break. I tell him I do not need to go,
but he strongly urges me to take advantage of the offer because I will not be
given another break for awhile.
I head off to the bathroom, and immediately sink onto the toilet from
physical and emotional fatigue. I take a couple of minutes to regain my
resolve and strength and am amazed at how he knew better than I how badly I
needed this break. As I turn to leave the bathroom I take a look at myself in
the mirror. My tits are so tightly bound and red from the floggings, and my
nipples swollen and dark from the clothespins and torment. There are red
marks on my thighs and stomach from the floggings as well, and my face is
flushed from the excitement. I am happy with the way I look in bondage and
enjoy knowing he has made me this way. I feel incredibly free and liberated
by my submission, and I return to give myself over again to his will. When I
return to the living room, he gives me a cup of water to drink from.
After I've sipped a bit of water, he tells me he intends to put me through
some outdoor bondage on his front porch. While it is already past midnight, I
am totally scared of being seen or discovered in a state of naked bondage,
but I follow his command because I no longer even care to question it. His
house is on a cul-de-sac in a very quiet neighborhood, and he's told me
previously that his immediate neighbors are early-nighters, but if a car were
to turn onto the street or a neighbor were to look outside, I am convinced
they could see everything. Still, I am also excited by the prospect of being
naked and tied out in the open.
He leads me out to the front porch. A streetlight offers us enough light to
see what we're doing, but not enough to make us obvious to a casual observer.
He tells me to sit in one of the lounge chairs and secures my wrist cuffs
together behind the back of the chair. He then ties my ankles to the sides of
the chair legs so that my legs are spread open. He doesn't blindfolded me at
this point, and I think this is so I fully realize that I'm naked, tied, and
helpless out in the open, and that it might be possible for someone to see me
should they step out of their house or drive down the street.
He then goes back into the house and leaves me out there naked and bound to
the chair on his front porch. It seems like a lifetime that I am out there
alone (he later tells me it was only a couple of minutes), and I can hear
every little sound. I hear cars passing on the next street, and my heart
jumps each time because I think they might be coming this way. I want him
back desperately, but I'm afraid to call for him because the neighbors might
hear.
Eventually he comes back and blindfolds me again. He then puts the
clothespins on my already sore nipples, and I try to stifle my yelp from the
pain so the neighbors won't hear. Unbelievably, he decides to go back into
the house once again. It's much worse this time since I'm now blindfolded and
have no idea who might be watching or approaching me while I'm tied up out
there. He stays inside for what again seems like an eternity, and I'm very
relieved when he finally returns.
But, he doesn't make things any easier on me. He then tells me to lean
forward, which I do, and he ties the string between the clothespins to the
porch rail with more string and a rubber band, like he'd done previously to
the ceiling. If I try to lean back in the chair and relax, the clothespins
tug all the more painfully on my nipples. I am now forced to sit as far
forward in the chair as I can, with my legs spread and feet bound to the
chair legs, barely touching the floor, leaning forward with my tits displayed
for all the world to see. I am glad he doesn't choose to flog me at all on
the porch because I doubt I could keep from screaming.
But my nipples are in serious pain from the constant tugging of the
clothespins, and I am finding it hard to balance my body and keep it tilted
forward. He walks down to the street in front of his house to see how visible
I am if someone should walk or drive by. My panting and silent moans from the
pain are so loud in my own mind, and I'm so distracted by the pain and my
predicament, that I don't hear him return. Suddenly he is kissing me on the
mouth. I grab for him with my lips and tongue, and his mouth tastes sweeter
than ever before and I can't get enough of him. But he pulls away too soon
and I am left there with my mouth searching for his to no avail, and I
whimper a bit.
I can feel him standing in front of me, and I even think he is leaning
against the rail, just silently watching me writhe and whimper in pain. I am
again amazed at how sadistic he truly can be, and grateful that his sweet and
caring nature can co-exist with his sadistic penchant to torture me and
conquer my will. Now and then, he plucks at the string tugging on my nipples.
It is growing chilly outside and he decides that we should move back inside.
I am relieved because my legs are hurting from trying to keep my body
balanced. He releases my arms, unties my legs from the chair, and removes the
clothespins from my nipples. It takes all the will I have to keep from
screaming at the top of my lungs as the blood rushes back to my nipples. He
does not take off the blindfold as he guides me back inside. He holds the cup
of water to my lips, and I drink a little more before he leads me across the
living room floor.
Soon I realize we are again standing at the doorway to his office. He
positions me with my back to the closed door once again. This time he has
decided to chain my wrist cuffs to the hook instead of tying them with rope,
and he tells me to hold my arms up high again. But it seems my arms are so
fatigued that they keep on dropping down, hindering his attempts to chain
them to the hook above the door. He is losing patience with me and his voice
is clearly cross. This strikes fear into my heart, and I hold my arms up as
straight as I can and concentrate as hard as I can on not dropping them. He
finally succeeds in chaining them up, even though he leaves a little play in
the chain. I breathe a sigh of relief, despite the fact that I am once again
entirely at his disposal.
He then tells me to spread my legs far apart, and I wonder why. Surely he
can't then expect to tie my nipples to the ceiling the way he did before
because, with my legs spread, I will be way too low to the ground for that to
be at all bearable. I spread my legs and he guides me, telling me to move
them further and further apart. I feel him maneuvering my ankles and tying
rope around them, but can't figure out what he's doing because I'm still
blindfolded. Then I hear him stand up before me. I ask what he's done.
"Try to put your legs together," is all he says in response, and I do and
realize that he has attached my ankles to a spreader bar. I am now the most
helpless I have been the entire evening, and completely humiliated. My tits
are tied and swollen and sore beyond belief, my arms and legs are
incapacitated, my eyes are blindfolded, and my legs and pussy are spread wide
open for whatever whim he might have.
He then proceeds to play with my tits a bit and asks me if I want "the
strong, tight clamps or the really strong ones." I am totally confused and
tell him that I don't know which are which, and he repeats the question. I
realize I should answer that I want the "really strong ones" because
otherwise I am being too weak and could be subjecting myself to future
punishment. At this point he tells me he's been using clothespins on my
nipples. I am disappointed in myself for having found the simple clothespins
so very painful because I know he has other, more severe clamps. So I tell
him I want the "really strong ones."
He retrieves the Japanese clover clamps and puts them on my nipples, and they
are much more painful than the clothespins. I really cannot tolerate the
pain, and he can tell I am having a very difficult time. He asks if he should
take them off, but I am reticent to respond because I do not want to be weak
and disappoint him. He asks me again, saying he understands that my nipples
must be just too sore at this point to stand these clamps, and I agree once
he promises he will use these stronger clamps next time. He takes the clamps
off, which causes more pain, and then returns the clothespins to their now
familiar home.
He then turns his attention to my very wet and open pussy. He is spreading my
lips with his fingers and I am growing increasingly excited. He has never
been one for a lot of hands-on pussy action, so I am finding this more
exciting than one normally might. But then suddenly my lips are being spread
even further as he is putting what I assume are clothespins all along the
outer lips. I cannot control a scream. I have never felt such pain before in
my life, and he doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. I lose track of how
many clothespins he has put on my pussy as my whole body is shaking with
pain.
Just when I think that I am getting used to the pain, his fingers enter my
pussy, he grabs an inner lip, and attaches a clothespin there too. I let out
an extended howl from that. He doesn't leave that clothespin on very long
because he can tell from my reaction how painful it is, but it's there long
enough for me. But then he starts to feel his way up into my pussy with his
finger, and he reaches for my G-spot and starts to massage it, and even with
all the pain and torture I am feeling, I have never felt such pleasure. He
can tell I am enjoying it too much, so he withdraws, causing me to whimper
incessantly as he walks away.
So there I stand -- tits and arms bound, spreader bar between my ankles,
nipples and pussy clamped, and I am sure there is no way I can feel any
greater pain. I am, as I have been a number of times this evening, of course,
wrong. He returns and begins another session of punishment. He starts with
the cat on my outer thighs. He then moves to my inner thighs and has me
fearing that his final destination will be my pussy, but he cannot whip me
directly on my pussy since it's got all those clothespins attached to it.
He then brings to my attention a certain philosophical debate we've been
having over the past few months. I think he has chosen this one because he
knows how strong my resolve is on this issue. Suddenly he is no longer using
the cat, which, while painful, I have become a bit accustomed to. He is now
using the riding crop, which I find far stronger and harsher than the cat. He
applies the crop with full force on my flesh, and it stings much more than
the cat. He is using it on my stomach and thighs, and his strokes get
stronger and stronger, and he finally moves to my breasts and is striking me
all over my swollen and tortured tits.
Throughout this torment, he keeps asking me to agree with him on that
particular philosophical debate, and I am in so much pain from the blows to
my tits that I really want to agree with him. But I cannot bring myself to
give up my convictions, so I stand there, with him striking me with the crop
so incessantly that not more than a second or two goes by between blows. He
is cropping my tits, my abdomen, my thighs, and my whole body is on fire.
Every time I move in reaction to the crop, my pussy burns from the additional
pain caused by the clothespins pulling on my pussy lips, and I am at the
point where I can feel tears coming to my eyes and a huge lump in my throat.
I have never felt anything like this before in my entire life.
I want to cry from the pain, but am so very grateful that he has brought me
to this incredible point. While the pain is beyond belief and part of me
wants to agree with him and end the suffering, I feel like I have reached a
place, outside myself, where I am free from the physical and emotional
barriers of my life and I have given him the reins to control me. While it is
painful beyond belief, it is the most liberating and exciting thing to be
able to trust him that much, and for him to have mastered me so skillfully. I
cannot imagine ever being happier, which is so surprising to me, considering
the intense pain and humiliation I am feeling right now.
He finally decides that I will not give in on our debate and stops the
cropping, but then he decides to take the clips off of my tits, and while the
blood is still rushing back to my nipples and I am still writhing and moaning
with pain, he starts to remove the clamps from my pussy. The pain and burning
coming from my pussy makes my heart race and I cannot even catch my breath
enough to scream. I think that all that comes out of my mouth is some
strained panting and whimpering, because he is taking the clips off one at a
time, and each one hurts more than the previous.
At the very last one I catch my breath and actually get a scream out, but
he's not through yet. He retrieves the cat. He flogs my thighs and torso a
little more and then even flogs me directly on my pussy briefly, which is
incredibly painful, but he doesn't stay there long. I make a note to myself
to let him know that further flogging there would be a welcome and painful
punishment.
He lets up on the flogging, and before I realize it, he has freed me from my
bonds and is leading me, still blindfolded, across the living room toward the
futon there. The burning in my pussy is still strong.
He secures my arms behind my back, seats me on the futon, and sits next to
me. He starts to touch my pussy a bit, but is having a hard time accessing
the area because my legs are together. I'm still trying to recover mentally
from the very intense punishment I've just endured from the clothespins and
the cat and crop.
He says to me, "A smart girl would spread her legs," and I promptly spread
them as wide as I can, again showing how much he's broken me, because
ordinarily I would have some kind of verbal retort for him, but now I just
respond to his request as quickly as I can. He then proceeds to reach inside
my pussy and massage my G-spot and the entire region. Feeling such pleasure
after so much torture is an amazing thing. My body is so much more sensitive
to his every touch and I feel like he's setting my whole body aflame. I try
to keep from coming too quickly because I am not really sure that he wants me
to come, but I finally ask him if I can come. He gives permission, and I have
one of the strongest orgasms I can remember.
After that, our bondage session is over. He releases me from my bonds and
removes the blindfold. I look at the clock and see we've been at it for about
four hours.
We then move to the bedroom, get in bed, and start to talk a bit about the
events of the evening, and I really want to feel his cock inside of me, but I
also love the way his cock tastes, and I feel it would be more in keeping
with the tone of the evening for me to give him a blow job. I know how much
he loves it when I give him blow jobs, and I want to please him as much as I
can tonight. So I lower my head and start to lick and kiss his erect cock.
As I am sucking on his balls and licking his cock, I realize that I am
enjoying this even more than ever, and I think it must be because now I want
to be His entirely and please Him in every way possible. And tasting Him in
my mouth and hearing His moans makes my submission to Him complete because I
now know that I have not only allowed Him to dominate my mind and body, but I
have also fulfilled His sexual desires as well, and that makes the evening
complete.
As He finally comes in my mouth and I swallow every last drop, I feel
completely fulfilled and satisfied to have become His sub tonight and closer
to Him than I ever have to another soul. I could not have imagined how much
this would strengthen my feelings toward Him, nor could I have imagined how
much His Complete Control would strengthen my masochistic desires. But lying
there in His arms, I know that I will gladly repeat tonight's events and will
look forward to His increasing the extremity of His torture and domination of
my body and mind.
-- The End --
