Looking for a very real BDSM LTR with Dom who is very controlling, demanding, attention to detail, controlled sadist, one who knows what He wants and knows how to get it.
This story illustrates the type of Dom I am seeking, indicating a fantasy and some fears...
I have arrived at your doorstep and knock while looking at my watch - I am 15 minutes late… You answer immediately… I smile and say “Hi” nervously…
“You’re late, you will be punished later”, you pronounce…
“I know, I’m sorry, but…”, I say hurriedly
“I’m sorry, Sir”, you say emphasizing “Sir”
“What?”, I ask taken aback
“I’m sorry, Sir… everything you say to me must end in ‘Sir’… understood?”
“Okaaay”, I reply, drawing out the word to indicate my reluctance…
“That’s ‘Yes, Sir’, you’ve earned 1”, you say with an edge in your voice as you grab a handful of my hair and pull me into the room
“Ow…” I say as I stumble after you in my high heels…
“That’s ‘Ow, Sir’, you’ve earned 2” he says, again without explaining what that even means… I’m thinking “what a pain in the ass… he can’t be serious about me having to say ‘Sir’ every time I say ‘Ow’ “… little do I know the real “pain in the ass” I will actually be enduring at your hands…
Once I’m inside the door, you immediately close the door and blind-fold me which feels like soft cotton and then secure it, allowing no chance that it will slip. Without my eyesight, I’m a little apprehensive… I didn’t get a chance to look around the house and I only got a brief glance at you… I’m kind of glad I took the precaution of talking to my best friend just as I arrived, giving her the address, but I’m not so worried as to use my safeword “RED” as previously agreed upon…
I, then, feel you placing an extremely cold chain collar around my neck,
“Oooh, that’s cold!” I proclaim, feeling it must of just come out of the freezer, it’s so cold…
“SIR…you’ve just earned another 3… you’d better learn to follow EVERYTHING you say with ‘Sir’, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir”, I say
“You’re now up to 6 total”
I’m trying to think back to see if your count is accurate as I wait for you to attach the leash, expecting to have to get on my hands and knees next… but instead you start walking away and suddenly I’m choking, guided only by the direction of the pull… the tension around my neck eases as I follow closer (I realize I must be wearing a choker collar… like one of those used on dogs)… again I am stumbling after you in my high heels (causing quite a bit of clacking on the hardwood floor), only this time, I can’t see anything… I put my arms out, trying to feel for anything, you are too far away but my hand hits the leash so I hold on to it to help me with my balance, trying to decrease the pull on my collar and hopefully prevent getting choked as I try to slow down to prevent from falling…
“Get your fucking hands off… NOW!”, as I hesitate to let go of my life-line…
“That just earned you another 4 (total 10)”, he pronounces, again without explaining…
You then stop and tell me to “step up”, guiding me not by my arms, but by the choker collar… I step up, it feels soft like carpet... probably the entrance of the bedroom… As I’m standing, I hear a click and feel you manipulate the leash…
“What’s he doing?”... I was expecting to be positioned on the bed… Suddenly, without warning, I am choking again because you have pulled the leash through a hook on the floor and pulled up tightly in 1 quick move. In order to decrease my choking, I start to kneel…
“Stand UP!”, you immediately order… “you’ve earned another 5 (total 15)”…
I quickly find that as long as I keep my head down, I’m fine, but if I try to lift my head/neck up, I start choking… I am now standing, feet together, bent over at the waist …I am aware that my skirt is so short that it’s barely covering my ass now, my ass cheeks feel exposed, open to air since I am wearing a thong, not panties… I’m beginning to regret my decision to wear underwear, especially since you instructed me not to…. maybe you’ll forget, I hope…
“Lace your hands behind your neck, elbows apart…keep them there… understood?”
“Yes, Sir”
You tell me to “spread them”, so I spread my feet apart, but am still comfortable, being sure not to put any undue tension against my collar. I can feel you putting on the ankle cuffs, which velcro snugly around my entire ankle (oddly, the feeling makes me feel more secure for my safety… I don’t have to worry about anything slipping and getting injured)…You attach my one ankle to a hook using the straps attached to each ankle restraint… on the other side, you suddenly jerk my free ankle closer to you, which makes me almost lose my balance and causes an initial sharp pain in my inner thighs due to the extreme separation…
I suddenly gasp as I feel your hands sliding up and down my inner thighs, feeling for the tension… despite myself, I get sexually stimulated and I can feel my pussy juices wetting my thong… I even start moaning when I feel your fingers exploring lightly… I want so much for you to put your finger under my thong and start caressing my c__t… I even go so far as to move my ass a little, desperate to catch you fingers under my thong, until you suddenly slap my ass cheeks hard, telling me to “stand still” and that I have earned another 6 (total 21)… satisfied, you attach my ankle restraint securely to another hook, allowing me no movement of my ankles…
… I hear some rummaging in a drawer… footsteps toward me… and then I feel you cutting my top, but instead of cutting it off, you are cutting 2 round holes… you reach through, roll my nipples in your fingers until they are standing hard and at attention… then just grabbing my nipple, you force my tits through the small holes so they hang obscenely out … you then attach a metal clamp on each nipple (I grimace at the initial pain)… attach the chain between the clamps to the end of my collar so as you pull on the leash, you’re pulling on my nipples as well… the next thing I feel is the sharp cold metal scissors digging into the crack of my ass… stabbing me…
“Ow, it hurts… it hurts, Sir… Ow, Ow, Ow”… no response, just continued digging, so I resort to holding my breath and grimacing to endure the pain as you continue to dig my thong out of my crack …now I’m wondering why the fuck don’t you use your hands to separate my ass cheeks, find the strap, lift it up and cut it… much easier, dummy… finally you get the thong between the blades and cut the strap, accidentally (or more likely, purposely) nicking a small part of my assh_le… I jump forward and yelp in pain, choking myself and the jerk forward has caused my tits to sway considerably – another pain to put up with… I then feel another sharp pinch as you attach a clamp to the bottom rim of my assh_le_… attached to the ass clamp is a 6” string with 3 jewelry gems alternating with 3 bells, hanging well past my ass and down between my thighs…
I then feel the floor move and immediately have to catch my balance… my ass bells ringing and actually kind of tickling my inner thighs from the light rubbing…What I don’t see is that I am actually perched on a carpeted platform which is on wheels, surrounding me is a tall steel frame wide enough that I can’t even reach it with my arms completely extended, there are eyehooks in various places around the platform & frame… all the easier to restraint your slave in any position you want... You have moved the platform so you have freedom to punish as hard as possible without hitting against a wall or furniture, etc… how ingeniuous…
You order me to quit crying, calm down… to be still enough that my bells no longer ring… I’m realizing this is my punishment for wearing the thong… You wait patiently for me to calm down… you want me to be very aware and feel the pain of what’s coming next, not to be sidetracked by my crying… so you wait – you’re very good at that…
And then I feel it - an extremely sharp sting on my ass cheeks, even before the whistling sound registers in my brain… I scream out in excruciating pain… a pain I have never experienced… my ass bells ringing furiously, celebrating the assault… my hands fly to my ass in a feeble attempt to protect it and my automatic response is to try to stand up, which causes severe choking due to the swift pull... again my hands go to the leash to try to ease the tension/choking and help me with my balance…
“Get your fucking hands off the leash…that just earned you another 7 (28 total)… I’d better not have to tell you again… you’re hands are to be behind your back unless I tell you otherwise”…
“Now, since you can’t control your own hands, it’s obvious you’re in need of ‘reminders’… hands behind you back”… I, then, feel you attaching the same type of restraints to my wrists and hear the click as you attach the cuffs together…
“That was your punishment for disobeying my order... you are NEVER to wear anything that covers your assh_le or pussy… You come to the side and whisper behind me “I expect to have immediate access to MY personal property at ALL times…understood?”, as you grab my ass, shaking my ass bells so I have no doubt what you are claiming as yours….
“Yes, Sir”, I answer meekly as I’m still crying… well, I was wrong… the digging in my ass crack and nicking my assh_le with the scissors was not my punishment… well then what the hell was it - fun and torture?... I jump in pain and surprise as I feel your hands separating my ass cheeks (touching my very sensitive welt in the process) to assess the clamp on my assh_le… to ensure it is still in position… you are satisfied no serious harm was done…
“From now on, you are to thank me for teaching you, by being punished… understood?”
“Yes, Sir” I say, not really understanding…
You order me to say, “Thank-you, I have learn my lesson and will never to cover my assh_le or pussy which belong only to you to do as you wish. I deserved to be punished, you are too good to me, Sir”…
“Thank-you, Sir… I deserved to be punished and I have learned my lesson… I will never cover my assh_ole or pussy as they are your property… I don’t deserve you as my Master, Sir”… I say, hoping I didn’t forget anything…
I, then, hear you attach something to my wrists and the next thing I’m feel is an extremely sharp pain in my shoulder blades after you have put the rope through a hook in the top and then pulled down… “Ow, it hurts, Sir!” as I am standing on my tippy toes to decrease the tension and pain… you are satisfied and tie me securely in position.
You stand back to view your handiwork and to finally evaluate me, the slave that is yours to do as you wish… I find that if I stay in a certain position on my tippy toes, there is only a slight pain in my shoulders and although my choker collar is tight, it’s not actually choking me… the problem is keeping the exact position which is made difficult because I’m on my tippy toes and it’s hard to keep my balance in my high heels… any swaying causes a sharp pain in my shoulders or causes me to choke… of course, there’s the constant pinching of the clamps on my nipples and pain with the swaying and the damn jingling of the bells… I’m wondering how long I’m going to be forced to keep this very extremely uncomfortable position… I don’t have to wonder long…
“To start out, you will be left to stand in this position for 15 minutes… 1 minute for each minute you were late”…
And then nothing… I can’t figure out if you are still in the room, watching me… after what seems to be forever, I am convinced time has to be up, so I yell out, “Hey, is time up?” I hear you moving toward me… “finally, I’m free”, I’m thinking… but instead, the answer is a very swift whack on the ass…this time my brain registers the whistling sound as a cane… and as i hear it coming down… I try to get my ass out of striking range, the bells ringing furiously again, but I am immobilized by the restraints… another agonizing jolt of electricity… just like the first, only on another part of my ass… i scream out again and jolt forward, so now I am alternating between choking and crying profusely… …
You wait patiently until it finally subsides to soft sobs and then ask, “What does it take for you to remember to address me with respect… by calling me ‘Sir’?
“I’m sorry, Sir” I say as I am still whimpering…
“and what else?”, you say trying to prod my memory…
Luckily I remember…”Thank-you, Sir… I deserved to be caned… I will always address you with respect… you are too good to me Sir”, I say hoping that’s enough of an apology…
“You’re 15 minutes starts over… and I’d better not hear any noise from you ass bells… I will let you know when it’s up… and you have earned yourself another 8 (36 total)”, again not explaining what that means… I’m not about to ask now, but it has occurred to me that the number I earn is increased by 1 each time…
“Yes, Sir” is all I say… so I stand as still as possible, in this most humiliating of positions, my ass exposed and very vulnerable to your every whim… alone in my own pain… waiting… and waiting…. the pain is actually getting worse over time as more and more pain receptors are firing off warnings from the welts that are forming… i want to tell my pain receptors to "take a rest already", that my brain is quite aware of the recent assault and doesn't need anymore notice… but instead, all i can do is to sob softly as I wait… and wait… and wait…
To pass the time away, my mind begins to wander… I’m anticipating getting out of this uncomfortable position and maybe we’ll even do a little “lovey-dovey” on the bed… my pussy is in desperate need of being fucked …I get a little shiver just thinking about how wonderful it will feel… then my mind turns to thinking about what I might still have to endure… my ass contracts involuntarily several times as I think of my assh_le being forced to accept the company of your hard dick… my ass bells ring slightly from the movement… I immediately freeze up, hoping you haven’t heard them…
Unknown to me, you smile as you watch my ass contract, knowing my assh_le is practicing… to protect against any intruders… “well practice all you want my tight little assh_le” as you think of how painful my ass will be after it as been violated enthusiastically by your swollen, very hard dick..
I am still waiting… my mind wanders to thinking about you… you certainly seem to be the “controlled sadist” I was in search for… and although I have spent almost the entire time suffering, in some kind of pain or discomfort, I can’t help but be impressed by your creativity in humiliation and punishments, your attention to detail, your very controlling, obsessive, demanding, perfectionist personality, your patience… but I’m also thinking I’m going to regret looking for these qualities in my Master…
Thankfully, after what seems to be an hour, you approach and tell me that my 15 minutes is up… I’m sure your watch clock is not accurate but, wisely, I decide not to say anything…
“Now, what did you learn from this punishment, Bitch?” you whisper in my ear…
I almost forget since I seem to have been punished for everything, but luckily, I remember… “to never show up late again, Sir”…
“Very good my little slut… for your sake, I hope you won’t forget this lesson”…
“Oh, I won’t, Sir… believe me”, I reply wincing because you are rubbing my ass, spending special attention to my welts…
You step back, I’m assuming to release my restraints, when you ask out of the blue…“What was the last count?”…
Oh fuck, what was it, I’m thinking you probably know what it is… but, damn… I can’t remember…. “30?”, I say hoping I’m right…
“Wrong, it was 36… and since you were obviously not paying attention, you get another 6 added for the amount you were off for a total of 42”… it has no real significance since I still don’t know what the count is for, but I’m going to find out…
“You will find that it is YOU who determines the severity and duration of the punishment”… not that I won’t be inflicting pain at my own whim… remember, I’m a controlled sadist… I enjoy inflicting pain on you and I don’t plan on depriving myself of any enjoyment…
“Yeah, right”, I’m thinking… but not for too long because I have just noticed you taking your finger, snaking it down the crack of my ass, stopping to give a few circular movements around the entrance of my assh_le and then proceeding further separating my c_nt lips with your fingers…. “Oh, God… it feels soooo good, Sir”… I can actually feel my pussy juices flowing, moistening your fingers once you enter… what an oh so wonderful feeling… I can’t help but start moaning in absolute pleasure as you start finger fucking my pussy…
“As you see, I can make you feel equally as good… how does this feel?”… as you find my clit and make some slow, soft circular motion…
“Oh, God…I love it, Sir”… I am rising to a crescendo, my ass bells are ringing furiously as you stimulate my clit, gradually, harder and faster…and suddenly you just stop… that’s it… I groan in obvious dissatisfaction and sexual frustration…
“That little lesson was to teach you that I now control you orgasms… and you have to earn them… understood, my little slut?”
“Yes, Sir”, I groan in frustration,
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