SHE
I pace around the room and glance at my watch. 5pm. One hour and you will be here. My heart flutters with anticipation and lust. This whole week had flown by in a blink, but now that the time was upon me, it seems that the world has slowed to a crawl. It feels a lifetime ago that we saw each other and made the bet, but in reality, it was only last weekend. Such a simple bet, yet with extraordinary stakes. One roll of the dice. High-Low. Everything left to chance and a small plastic bobble. 50/50. Submit to you or be submitted to for a whole weekend.
I look at my watch again. 5:15pm. With nothing left to do but make sure everything is in order and ready for the days to come, I leave my bedroom and head down the stairs to the basement. To call it a basement is not giving the large, and surprisingly airy, room justice. Around the room are various games of skill and chance; pool, darts, air hockey, gaming consoles, but around the room are also other objects that are more tailored to my unique skills. I smile and close my eyes, getting my mind in the game, preparing myself.
Lady Luck had graced me with the higher number last weekend, and at the time, I thought myself extremely fortunate. I do not know what I would have done if I had lost and had to submit to you. Submit? Me! HA! Yet, something nags at me now as I think back and recall the moment we rolled the dice. “On the count of 3, we throw our dice on the table and highest number wins. Deal?” I nodded of course, but the sly smile that played across your lips has taunted me ever since, almost as if you knew you would lose. Loaded dice perhaps? Have your orchestrated this whole thing? Oh, heaven help you if you have. I smile again, but it holds more wickedness than niceness.
I head to a door off to the left and enter a closet, time to get dressed as I realize it is nearly 6pm. I know you will be punctual, of course, and you have your instructions as to what to do when you enter. My heart rate increases again and I can already feel the wetness gathering between my legs. I undress and peel my panties down. I go to throw them in the hamper but think twice about it, they will, after all, make a great gag. Slipping into my corset, thong, thigh-high stockings and slippers, I check myself in the mirror. The outfit is not much, but it helps take me to my happy place, to my control center and get ready to be the Dominant I was born to be.
I hear the front door open and close above me. 5:59pm. You will be in place right on time. I silently glide out of the closet and take up a position in the shadowy corner on a chair. From here, I command a full view of the room, but I am betting you will not notice me. The creaking of the 3rd to last step announces your arrival into my fantasy world. My smile is all teeth and hunger.
You are naked and nervous. Perfect! The look of anxiety on your face is almost enough to make me moan. Under one of your arms, you carry a wood box and I am surprised. We had jokingly said that whoever loses must bring a present of the other person’s choosing to the encounter, but I never actually thought we were being serious. I narrow my eyes and feel my pulse quicken. If it is what I said I wanted, then you have just knowingly purchased part of your suffering. Good boy.
The large pillow on the floor in the middle of the room is your destination and like you have been told, you kneel on it and cast your gaze down to the wooden box placed in front of you. Taking care to be quiet, I rise and stalk towards you on silent slippered feet. I laugh deep when you jump and let loose a small cry of surprise when my fingers run through your hair. I begin to whisper smoothing words of comfort, trying to tame your wild heart, and I know my touch and soft voice are doing nothing to contain your anxiety and only succeeding in increasing your desire. You are hard and I smile knowing it is the situation; you here on your knees, naked, for me, that has you so ready to please. Sliding a blindfold into place, I know it will heighten your trepidations, but it will also increase your other senses.
I glide across the room to one of the many secret places and begin rummaging around for an item. Your body tenses every time I make a noise and I bite my lip to keep from laughing again. You are so tense, so ready, so scared and it only adds to my need to break you down.
I drop an item down next to your pillow and you jump again. My laugh cannot be contained this time and your cock shakes as your breath hitches in your throat. You can sense how close I am standing next to you. My heat. My smell. u*********sly your tongue licks across your upper lip and tastes your nervous sweat. I wonder absently of what it might taste like. I know you hang in darkened limbo on your knees for me and it is thrilling. A wet sucking sound, followed by my almost inaudible moan, floats on the air and somehow you manage to swoon while kneeling.
“Inhale me,” I command, placing my wet fingers against your lips.
You obey and subconsciously part your lips to receive them. I smell sweet with a touch of a deeper aroma, a scent that I produce only when thoroughly aroused. You want it and I know it, so I deny you. I make more noise than is necessary cleaning my fingers so close to your ear and you squirm.
“I taste good,” I mutter in your ear before biting you. Licking your lips, I whisper, “and your frustration tastes divine.”
Abruptly you look at me and smile. I lift your blindfold and see that your eyes are fully dilated with lust. I grab a fistful of your hair and pull back as I move behind you so that you are looking painfully up at me.
“I will have none of that cockiness in here mister,” I hiss down at you.
Even though you give in and your eyes cast down quickly, before they do, I see a glimmer of defiance twinkling there. “Oh yes,” I think, “I will enjoy watching this one break.”
So the fun has begun. Are you ready to step into my mind and walk where I walk?
****
HE
As much as you and I share the sexual adventurousness of our lives in tales and stories and taunts, it often sounded to me in our exchange like there wasn’t a lot of common ground between us. You had moved away from being an early sub and gravitated toward your deeper, natural tendency to sexually dominate men, or any lover you caught in your web. And though my need isn’t always to dominate, I am a very strong partner and never one to give in to being a submissive boy, at least not for long. When I do submit, it is to arouse, then flip the game and lead. I love power switches in the sexual arena, but can never live on one side of it for too long, though I do tend to lean toward leading the dance.
But our chemistry has been palpable, our friendship warming and deepening with trust and a shared need to explore dark corners, and each tawdry tale we spin of our disparate exploits seems to come with a whipped cream topping of subtle but pungent flirtation. And because I love strong women, and feeling them melt to my will, then watching them wrestle back the reins, but surrender again when I find their tender spots. it was the quiet confidence you move with, especially about your sexuality, that had me wondering how I would fare in your world, or you in mine.
That led to this lunatic, in-the-moment, winner-take-the-other bet. One roll, complete chance. The winner owning the loser for the entire weekend. Being owned and stripped of my will is not attractive to me. Even owning another for a relationship has not been my cup of cum either. But for a weekend, daring one or the other, had my mind racing with the most wicked and even most worrisome possibilities. I couldn’t deny that I wanted you, but at times, i wondered if you’d even let me have you if I lost. Or if you’d taunt me through the weekend and send me home without a touch. Or farm me out to your friends, whoever they were and however they played. It was all a bit scary, yet at the same time, surprisingly and deeply arousing.
As for winning, I know where I would take you – back to your submission, back to a place you had left behind, while now and then giving you the reins, or the illusion of them, then snatching them back before you get too comfortable. Making you watch me with others, or watch others play right in front of you, while being edged endlessly. And me savoring the view of your struggle to dominate, but not allowing you that chance for more than a temptation’s moment.
All in all, it felt like a bet worth taking. One way or another, I would have you, or come as close as I could to that. One way or the other, one of us would submit to the luckier oner’s depraved will. And the truth of desire always wins out. Something told me that I would win this bet. I was already making a list of toys and friends to employ, and seeing visions of you pleading to be taken, after a day of wicked denial.
Then it was time to roll the dice. It was time to choose which one of us would be owned without boundaries for three days. We agreed that the loser accepts complete capitulation with complete compliance.
We rolled. I was stunned that I lost. I was so sure it would go the other way. But the way you whispered to me afterwards had me in a sudden, hungry, tenuous spin:
“Next weekend, you will learn things that you never knew about yourself. Friday next, 6PM sharp you will arrive. I own you until 6AM Monday morning. I want you to begin your new week with the aching memory of my luscious world. And I guarantee that you will pray that you lose our next bet as well.”
"Holy fuck" , I thought. “What have I gotten myself into?” That adamant tone was something I hadn’t heard from you before, and it was enough to warn me that I’d stepped into a circle that I was not quite prepared to handle. And as scary as it felt, my cock was already betraying my arousal, and I knew full well that you could see it. I shuddered audibly when you gave my rising hard-on a soft caress through my jeans, and laughed in a way that told me you were going to love every fucking minute of this. That’s when i remembered that you had once told me how much you loved “breaking the reluctant ones”. Oh god. That would be me now.
The week went by for me filled with endless visions of how far you might take this, and what you might do, or not do, or make me do. And that I had no say in the matter. which was my own doing, or undoing. And the moment the questions began, my cock would instinctively jump into arousal mode. I kept thinking this was a Hotel California moment, “This could be heaven or this could be hell”. It was more likely a combination of both.
As Friday neared, you sent your instructions, to be heeded to the letter. And as I read them my heart raced with mounting nervous anxiety, but my cock dripped with lewd anticipation. In the mix, you suggested that bearing certain gifts would not hurt my journey, so I sorted through our convo’s for that idea you dropped. I found it, a very pointed want of yours, that I shuddered to buy. But I also knew that it would show my desire to please, and my assurance that I would comply with your wishes, no matter how defiant my spirit was.
Friday came, and my erection taunted me all the day long. I wondered what the fuck had happened to me that something this off the charts would bring such an ache and an endless stirring to my entire being. My resistance to it only made it worse, which was unfathomable to me. What I knew most was that this blatant show of my sexual hunger would soon have no place to hide, as your first instruction upon entering your place was to strip completely, then proceed fully naked to the pillow on the floor in the basement. That very room where the bet was lost.
I went through a myriad of swirling erotic, obscene and shivering thoughts and feelings as I drove to your house on Friday. I made sure I would be early enough to get my mind in the right place before entering your lair, exactly when and as you demanded. I mustered my manly courage before leaving my car and thought, “Fuck I can handle anything”, while my heart buzzed a different tune, and my cock refused to stop pleading for touch.
I shut your door behind me, and my breath took a brief vacation, knowing I had finally stepped into your world, the very one you kept asking me about all week like this: “Are you ready to step into my mind and walk where I walk?” You knew that I had no choice, and you didn’t need an answer. You were simply stirring my pot, owning and weakening my senses before that first day of my actual submission to you.
I was not given much time to think or act once inside your home. I knew first, that I had to strip completely, so I had made sure before I left, that I was clean inside and out. And as I stood in the foyer of your now possibly treacherous abode, I found myself looking at my nakedness in a long mirror, u*********sly fixing my hair and hoping that I looked good enough for you, like a boy on his first date. This was so not like me,that I actually shook my head wondering who the guy was in the reflection. But I was equally encouraged by the strength I showed in actually honoring this bet completely, as I would have expected you to do if you’d lost. And still I looked at myself, often peering at the watch on top of my pile of clothing, knowing there were only seconds left before I was to head downstairs to where you waited.
As I reached the head of those stairs, I stopped again, with a new rush of nervousness. It became palpably clear that every inch of me would now be at your command – my entire body, every erotic appendage and inlet and then some. The box I carried with me had an instrument of pain, which I prayed would not be overused on me in consideration of the gift itself. I could almost feel the sting of it as I took my first step in my descent to your playroom and your will.
And that one step down alone caused me to have to wipe a glob of precum from my own thigh. “God, I’m such a whore”, I thought. “What the fuck has my desire to have you brought me to now?” It made me hesitate for a moment, then I pushed myself not to let that show. I would enter with strength, yet obedience to your instructions and not turn into a whimpering boy. There was no way to hide anything now, so I put my chin up and walked slowly to the pillow, as expected.
It was the kneeling that made me almost moan a whispered “omigod”. Some past life memory of being a queen’s minion rushed through my veins. I wondered how much I gave up to her back then.
I placed the gift box in front of me and waited. I could feel my heartbeat thumping in the veins in my mostly-risen cock, and I could feel the precum waiting to shame me in your sight. it seemed like forever until I even could sense that you were there. Then, I heard the silken silent movement of your clothing, and I caught your sweet body’s scent in the cool air. You took me by utter surprise when you ran your fingers through my hair like that. My inner thought whispered, “Oh fuck. Here we go… stay strong. Go with it. See if you can manage a turnabout.” That last thought almost made me laugh. I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I know you well enough to know that you’d will never allow that. It was pure instinct, simply my nature, trying to pretend I wasn’t in this fix.
You lovingly blindfold me, then moved away, hunting for something that you intently dropped next to me, which gave me a start. I had no idea how wired I’d become in this moment of newly found danger and vulnerability. Suddenly I catch the scent of your sex and it is soooo close, so within reach. it makes me lick my lips, which is such a ridiculous giveaway. Then you taunt me with your absolute joy at my need and frustration. I decide to take a moment to show some wicked defiance in my smile and let you know that I am not going to be an easy mark.
Your reaction to that speaks volumes.Yanking me back by my hair and with a seductive assuredness, warning me to leave that part of me behind. I won’t, I’m sure. But for now, I can only give in. I know I have to.
I am both stealthily afraid and shockingly aroused as I wonder what will come next.. And something about the ferociousness of your last move makes my cock lose another glob of precum, no doubt shaming me by making a darkened circle on your pristine pillowcase.
I am holding firm, but I can also feel what it is like to be losing everything. I can’t stop wondering and worrying what will you do next, and how I will I manage it?
I know in this moment that I am not in control. At all. I am yours, and I know that nothing makes you wetter and happier. That it arouses you is what gives me the calming will to stay and surrender to your seductive wickedness.
SHE
“Oh for fuck’s sake, that is a new pillow and you have already gone and made it dirty.” With an exasperated exhalation, I close my eyes and try to refocus after the blatant show of disrespect and defiance you just showed me by lifting your head and smiling.
I cannot let my anger get the better of me and I need to remember you are new at this and it is my job to teach you what it is that I want out of you. I need to change your way of thinking to better coexist with mine. You will eventually come to know what is expected of you, how best to please me, and that everything I want you to do for me is actually just an extension of your mind and body wanting to do it anyways to keep me happy. You will learn to come to heel. I smile again and just stare at your naked, kneeling form presented on a soft, although now slightly wet, pillow for me. I might have saw defiance in the smile, but I know I definitely saw fear before blinding you again. Good! You need to know that this might have been a bet amongst friends, but this is a serious matter for me.
“Alright, first things first. You are going to slide backwards off the pillow so you are kneeling on the floor. Like a bad dog that has messed the carpet, I must teach you that you need to control your bodily fluids around me.” You comply with only a moment’s hesitation. Very promising.
I move to stand next to you and slowly remove the cloth from over your eyes. “I should hope that you will not be making the same mistake again and be so foolish as to look at me without permission. We will get to the rules in a moment, but surely after all our talks even YOU are not that stupid to think I would allow that to go unpunished. Surely not.” My voice holds a smile but drips warning and promise of pain to come. “Look at the dark spot on my pillow that you made. Good. Now, lean forward and stick out your tongue. I want you to taste your disappointment and hopefully next time I make you taste yourself, it will taste of pride, because I have allowed you to make the mess.”
The temptation to smack your ass when it is in the air is almost too much for me. I tell myself I can and will, but after we discuss the rules and limits. “Very good. Now remember that taste, because I have a feeling that you will be tasting it again before our time is through here.” The widening of your eyes tells me that you are more than a little frightened of me, or at least this side of me, and it does nothing but turn me on more.
“Your resting position is just how you are now. On your knees, but we will practice stance in a bit. Your mode of transportation while in my world is on all fours. If you seem to be having problems with this, I have no qualms about leashing you and practicing. Every well-behaved dog starts as an unruly pup, and the same is true with subs. Let’s give it a try, shall we?” It is not a questions and I do not wait for a response. I walk over to the chair in the corner and take a seat. You obey beautifully, as if you were born to scurry on all fours in the wake of my passage. When you come to a stop at my feet, you sit back on your knees and bow your head. I am pleased to see that through all of this, you are still hard as ever and I think I can even see a bead of your cock’s tears forming at the tip.
“Wonderful. Now for the rules. This is a serious matter, so for this, I need you to look at me. I need to make sure you understand. Good. I have already told you how to move about, and I think you have learned to not look at me unless I have requested it, so let’s move on to the safe-word. I know you know what it is and how it works, but just so we are clear, if at any point you become uncomfortable with a scene, need a break, are in real pain, or you cannot handle what is going on, you say this word and all will stop. You will be released from restraints if they are present and your wellbeing will be checked. I have chosen one of my favorite first-time sub words. It is easy to remember and can be understood while gagged. The safe-word is ‘Pineapple’. I need you to fully understand that I will never be angry if you need to use it. Trust is the foundation for this to work and I require that you trust me this weekend to keep you safe. I hope you realize that.”
You give me a nod of understanding, so I continue with my speech. “Every night you will bathe me and get to clean as well. I will provide 3 meals a day, with possible snacking between.” I smile at this last phrase. “Honesty at all time. If I ask you how something is fitting or if it is too tight, I need you to tell the truth. You will not speak to me unless prompted to do so, but moaning is strongly encouraged at all times and begging will come later. My preferred title is Lady or Lady Lex, either will do. Let’s see, what else….?” I trail off, slip my foot out of my slipper, and bring it up between your legs, rubbing it against your balls and flagging cock.
You stiffen and stifle a gasp. I continue to fondle you in this manner until you are once again hard. “Everyone has hard limits, the things that you do not engage in. Under my supervision, there will be no play in the form of pee, s**t, b********y, u******e, bl**d, anything that would or could leave a lasting mark, breathe play, although light choking could be used, or my participation in anal stimulation, to which I believe I have told you my reasons for this. It is a trigger, plain and simple. Now, the last point is that I will not participate in it personally, but I love to facilitate. I will say nothing further on the subject, less I ruin the surprise.” My wicked smile returns and I drop you a conspirator’s wink as my foot continues to enjoy the feel of your heartbeat through your hard-on.
“I implement different toys in the course of different scenes; whips, crops, restraints, rope, gags, plugs, vibrators, sleeves, paddles, collars, leashes, belts, clamps, cages, rings…” I stop and look down at my foot. There, on the top, is a smear of precum. “Oh dear, it seems as if you are still having a hard time learning to control your fluids. Be a lamb and clean my foot off of your shame.” I lift my foot towards your mouth. “Tell me, does it taste of disappointment or pride?”
“Now then, the floor is yours to tell me your hard limits at this time and ask any other questions you may have.” I listen intently as you convey your needs.
I rub my hands together, check my watch and stand up. “Excellent. Let us get started. The time is now around 7pm and I have you until 6am Monday morning. The night is still young and you need to be broken in a bit, and there is also the matter of the dirty pillow we must address. Next to the pillow I have dropped an item, go retrieve it for me, with your mouth, and place it in my hand.” You race across the floor and stop briefly as you examine the object. I smile and am excited to see the confusion in your eyes when you bring it back to me.
“Now, since you seem to be unable to contain your liquid excitement, I will fit your with this cage. On the tip, a reservoir will collect all moisture that you may leak during the first few, ummm, experiences. I need you to take some deep breaths and relax a bit. It can be rather difficult to fit you with this when you are pulsing hard, like you are now.” I walk away and give you a few moments to try to compose yourself, knowing that it will be very difficult for you. When I return about 3 minutes later, I see that you have dropped to about half-mast and I conclude that that will have to be good enough.
“Lean back, place your hands behind you on the floor, and spread your legs open. Good. This will be a little uncomfortable while you get used to it. Remember what I said about being honest. Discomfort is not the same as painful or hurtful, but if you actually feel you are being harmed, I need to know.” I say all this while placing the ring snuggly around your balls, slipping your already rising cock head into the cage and locking it in place. I untie the bow from the top of my stocking, secure the key, and lace it back up; this way the key to your salvation will always be taunting you, visually reminding you that I own your cock.
“Moving on.” I ruffle your hair as I pass and head to stand next to the pillow. I look over my shoulder when I realize you are not following me. “Well come along then.” I pat my thigh in a ‘come hither’ gesture.
Complying immediately, you scurry across the floor on all fours and stop next to the pillow, where I am pointing. “Open the box, I wish to see what you have brought me.” Lovingly, you present your offering to me, kneeling, head cast down, and arms raised. It is perfect and I coo with glee. I caress the leather paddle, tracing my fingers along the stitched edges, into the lettering grooves and down the solid handle. Lifting it from your hands, I test the balance and weight. It has a nice heft and I practice swishing it through the air above your head. Bringing it to my nose, I inhale deeply. The smell of leather has always had a heady effect on me; it makes me salivate from my mouth and from other places. I cannot shop in leather stores without getting soaked panties. I crack it against my palm and I laugh at your nervousness when you flinch at the loud sound.
“Oh my dear, this is a lovely present and I will cherish it always, but I don’t doubt that you thought by offering such a lovely present to me that it would make me go easier on you when I use it. I am sorry to inform you that that will not be the case. A present as lovely as this must be used fully for what it was intended for. In addition, I think, your unblemished, white ass is just the perfect blank slate to test it out on. If you would be so kind as to turn around, place your forehead on your wet spot on the pillow, and present your ass to me for retribution purposes, I would be ever so grateful.”
I love being overly sweet, at first, to new subs. It usually helps them relax a bit, makes them think we are friends, more as equals, well if one can overlook the fact that I am standing upright and clothed and the other is kneeling naked before me, but suspended belief is what it really is all about. Stepping into this space and acting out scenes is all about leaving the world out there behind and letting go of preconceived notions. The difference between what society says is right or wrong, good or bad, acceptable or not. In this room we can be anything we want and do, almost, anything we desire. And, at this moment, I desire to redden your sweet little ass with my new paddle.
”Count every hit and finishing with ‘Lady Lex’, there will be eight in total. Miss count and I start again. Forget to count and I start again. Forget the proper ending and I start again. Thank me when we are done or I start again. The first one always hurts the worst and stings the most. When we are done, I will take a picture of your ass to show you that it has my name imprinted on it from the paddle. I caged your cock and I hold the key and your ass will be branded with my name. When my friends show up tomorrow, they will know who owns you.”
Without waiting for a reply or my ‘friends’ comment to sink in, I swing the paddle and connect with your ass solidly. It takes a moment for the shocked nerves in your ass to send a message to your muddled brain that something has happened and it hurts. Before the sound finishes ringing in my ears, the outline of my name begins to appear on your slightly pink ass and I grin from ear to ear. This is going to be a great weekend.
HE
“Jeezus!”, I’m thinking quietly. I thought you’d love that I was that so aroused by being owned that I’m spilling pre-seed this early on and nearly non-stop. This disciplinarian thing is serious for you, I realize. I’m suddenly brought back to the memory of nuns in Catholic school going ballistic over minutia. And their humiliation tactics never sat well with me. Maybe that’s where I learned that I would never be anyone’s sub.
Okay, strike that. I would never be anyone’s sub, except for one weekend on an idiotic lost bet. That thought made me smile, and when I turned to you boldly (and perhaps stupidly) to show it, I could hear your exasperation. I moved to keep my head down after that, and wait. If you’re going to be this hyper-committed to the ownership game, I will have to do the same. I already know enough that not respecting that will only bring worse things for me. So, “hang in there, boy”, I think. “You’re gonna be fine. It’s just a weekend. Not your life.”
Then comes the lecture, and your tone is not anger, but there is an underlying threat that means some serious fucking business is afoot here. My first instinct is always to defy control, but I remember why I ended up here, so for now, I have to play along. I’d better.
You make me scoot off the pillow and not look at you without permission. Okay, I can do that. Then, you want me to lick up my own pre-cum stain from the pillow, which is fine by me. I certainly am not shy about tasting myself. But having to lean forward with my ass in the air feels suddenly, well, incredibly open and vulnerable, and my demeanor changes out of sheer self-protection. I’m beginning to sense the worth of being good. At least for another two days or so.
And as the rules are laid out for me, the one that first throws me is the doggie crawling. Really? Fuck. You walk away, and expect me to obey. Ugh, so not me. But that self-preservation thing kicks in and I do it anyway, like “a good boy, a good doggie”. It almost makes me laugh in the doing, but I also know not to show that. The smartass in me wants to end the trip with faux doggie panting with my tongue out. Again, I think better of it. You dared me to enter your world and I took the chance. So, again, “play along boy” I remind myself. And I do. Besides, I have a feeling if I’d won, you would definitely be crawling for me, so… okay, it’s all good. Damn, why didn’t I win??
Meanwhile, I try not to think about my friend who writes the most erotic stories about girls and dogs, and it makes my bl**d stir some more. Can’t think about that now. Just behave for the nonce.
Now the safeword talk comes and I can’t imagine why I would even need one. The word you give me almost makes me laugh. Pineapple? Really? How about Batman? Or Fawgeddaboudit’, I’m thinking to myself. But the buzz words of ‘gagged’ and ‘pain’ and ‘restraints’ and ‘well-being’ start to sink in. And ‘trust’. Okay. That’s good. I get that much. This is clearly a much more defined world than I knew from reading about it. And since it held little interest for me for entering, I didn’t know just how seriously this was structured. It clearly is. And I walked into it, per agreement.
As I like to say, every day’s an adventure. So be brave, young man. It’s just…. what it is. And some unknown. A lot of unknown. I let out a quiet expletive of “fuck”, but only in my mind. Back to paying attention.
I have heard every word of yours so far, and I acknowledge you with a nod when asked. I get lost in the vision of bathing you every night. No doubt I will have to pretend not to enjoy it. I will, I know. Food is understood and your name, Lady Lex is how I know you from our original meeting on your page. So, no problem there. It’s also how your gift was personalized.
No speaking unless prompted? Ugh. The nuns again. ha. Okay, moaning’s good. Begging? Really? “We’ll see about that”, says my cocky mind. Then I recall where I am and what I promised as the bet loser. Fuck. Like I said, we’ll see.
The touch of your foot to my cock feels so fucking good, but I know it’s just a tease. And now you keep at it and I am getting harder with every slippery slide of your touch. My eyes flutter just before you say “hard limits”. I wonder if there are any limits on how hard I will be all weekend.
I listen to the list and I am on board with pretty much everything you say. I know of your anal play issue, and how you love to “facilitate” it, as you say. But when you add, “lest it ruin the surprise”, my heart begins to race, both in a good way and a bad way. Toys? People? Both?… Women? Men? I’m flushed with more arousal and with even greater worry that it’s not going to lean in my favor. You know I’m not shy anally. You’ve seen pics of me with toys there. But I have no idea what how this back door surprise will manifest. I am so not sure about this.
Then it occurs to me about the secrets you know from my erotica writing. Or think you know anyway. You may not know what’s real and what’s fantasy – where i would go in the flesh and where I would only go in my mind. I wonder what that will cause. Fuck! Again…
Then comes the toy list. The only ones that make me cringe especially are collars, leashes and cages. Mostly the cage thing. Never understood that one. And whips and crops, now that I think of it… they didn’t exactly make me long for them either. Shit. That’s quite a treacherous list.
Your foot hasn’t stopped toying with my cock all through this talk, and I had no idea how much pre-cum I’d spilled on it. I was actually fighting to pay attention because I knew this was the only time I’d hear these things without punishment. Licking it off of you was a little taste of heaven though. I get a little of your flesh’s flavor mixed with mine. But I’ll try not to let you know that I’m enjoying this tastiy touch.
Time for me to ask and fess up, it seems. I let you know that I am in synch with your own hard limits, though there’s a part of me that’s recently gotten interested in pee play. However,I decide wisely, since it’s so new for me, this is not the time to open that door. And it’s not something you wish, so I leave it out.
That thought brings up the only question that I can think to ask, as in, if I can’t speak, how do I let you know I have to pee or deal with my normal bodily functions. You let me know how to handle that and I honestly can’t think of what else to ask. If all else fails, I use the silly safeword, I think to myself.
You tell me that, now we begin. Everything up until thus point has been prep. You echo the agreed timeline, and I’ve already figured out it’s 60 hours of ownership total, now 59, since it’s 7PM. “I can do this”, I think to myself. “Easy”
Then you tell me to fetch the object you dropped on the pillow earlier, again like a dog, with my mouth. *sigh* Okay, I’ll play along.When I get there and uncover it, I’m thrown. Big time. A fucking cock cage? Already? The one object I don’t want? "C’mon, big boy, play along. Fuck!“ And as I slowly bring it back to you, I am trying not to let my disappointment and dread show, I quietly wonder how the fuck you’ll get it onto me, since I’m still hard as a rock.
Now I’m supposed to make my cock go down while you wait? Holy…sh…ugh. Not an easy task. Maybe if I think of the nuns, that will do it. ha. I get halfway down, and you decide it’s good enough. I almost begin to rise again when you ask me to lean back and spread for you. it’s just such an erotic pose, with your face right there.
I try not to imagine you swallowing my cock first, which you won’t be doing, no matter how much I wish you would. And as you start to handle me, and fit the cage around me, my body fights between swelling and diminishing, from the soft touch of your hands, to the cold steel of the cage. I hear and feel the lock click shut, and I can’t believe I agreed to this. At all. But there is something deeply arousing about the way you tie the key onto the ribbon around your stocking top, letting it dangle there, ever present at my eye level, like a whispered promise of orgasmic freedom, that may or may not cum true.
I forget the dog thing, but catch up quickly when you call me to the pillow. It’s time to present my gift to you, and after I open the box and raise it to you, I sneak a few furtive glances to catch you touching and savoring the work, while drinking in the scent of its genuine leather. It’s against the rules, but I love that I’ve gotten away with that much. The rebel never goes away in me. And though I can’t see them, I can almost feel your eyes sparkling as they see your name in raised bold leather stitching. But the hot swat of the paddle to your palm does make me jump, and I know I have to behave again. I know that I am not safe from this gift, not at all. And you let me know how not safe I am. And oh, God, I’m going to find out right this minute. Fuuuck!
I know I will have to go along with it. If nothing else, I am a man of my word, and my word said, you own me for another 58 and half hours or so (but who’s counting?). And owned means owned and ruled. A spanking might be hot. A leather paddle? Fuck.
There is something stirring about being told to go face down on the pillow and ass up. But I know it’s not your tongue that will be tickling my ass. And I can tell by your tone, this is not going to be pleasant. I know this is supposed to be erotic play, but all the rules I’ve known are not present here. I am flying blind on this.
I hear your warnings about the first one being the worst. That’s good news. It gets easier. But the idea of an imprint of your name on my ass never occurred to me when I saw the stitching that prominently raised. Oh, shit.
Then I hear, “When my friends show up tomorrow….”
“Wha?”, I cry out in my head. Of course I knew it might be… but friends, plural? ohmigod. My mind begins it’s bullet train to that scenario, but is bumped completely off the track when that first paddle strike stings like a fucker…
And I inadvertently let out a long “Fuuucck!”, to which you reply, “What did I say? Only numbers and my name. I told you once, and will not again. We begin with number one. Again.”
My eyes roll back. I need to muster all the ferocious concentration I can. My ass is on fire by the second hit, and I can almost feel the branding of your name, etched into my rump. But I use that feeling to utter correctly “One. Lady Lex”, and let out the rest of the air without words, lest we go back again. I am spread and hip-raised like a whore in heat, being paddled like a bad c***d.. I toss a quick mantra into my mind, “No sex. Numbers and name. Numbers and name. I will get through this.”
I trip up once more on number 4 and we go back yet again. By this time, I am shaking and burning, and yet, I can feel my cock straining against the cage and no doubt leaving a puddle in the reservoir. How can this make me more aroused than I was before? It hurts like hell, but I am naked and splayed, which in itself sends visions of lewdness through my mind. I am such a sex hound. Everything stirs me. I should have known. . but this?? Nooo, never this. But it is. It does. I don’t want more of this, but what i wouldn’t give for some carnal touch and release. Shit!
I make it to eight as instructed, but not before you’ve had at least 13 hard strikes at my ass flesh. I am clawing the floor, barely able to catch my breath, and a quiet place in my mind says, “Just fuck me now, please. Anyway you want.” But I won’t say that. I won’t say anything except, “Thank you, Lady Lex”. And I thank my lucky stars that I remembered to do that..
You are now caressing my burning bottom’s flesh and tracing your name from the paddle’s stitching. No doubt it’s as raised on my ass as it is on the paddle. Good lord, you fucking know how to own a man. This, I wasn’t prepared for. But I made it through. So far.
One more though rushes through my mind – I wonder just how soaked your thong is. I can tell how much you loved this. Then I wonder in a crazy fantasy flash if you’d let me drink you dry.
But as I lose myself in that erotic pleasantry, I feel the crackle in the air of that silent pause that calls in the next round. And I have no fucking idea what that will be.