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Me, Just one of the many submissive/slaves on this site, always too many of us and not enough dommes. I've been fortunate to have met some nice people and given the opporitinity to experience my fethishes real time with some very real people. Its never easy giving up control and submitting but when its in your DNA its almost impossible to ignore.
I've walked the darken halls of Hell fire club and Paddles in the early 2000's more of an observer than participant but admired the slaves that let it all hang out literally!
I appologize if you caught me looking at your profile, I enjoy reading peoples experiences and preferences and perspectives. Latex Dezire, Jennifer, if you happen to stumble into this site say hello!
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Like most slaves and subs we tend to get caught up in the fantasy and don't always think things through. Our desire to please over rides our common sense and sometimes leads us blindly into situations we should have thought twice about. I saw her post looking for a slave, she sounded strong and direct and even said there would be no safe words or any turning back once I entered her domain. It got my blood flowing so I agreed to come over for a what I thought would be a session. Her house was in a nice neighborhood so I felt safe driving there. She said to park in her drive up to the detached garage in back of the house. When I arrived I rang the door bell and was told from a near by window to enter and read the note on the door in the foyer. The note said "slave by entering my domain you will be giving up all rights and freedom if you agree you will strip place the restraints laid our before you on your wrists and ankles along with the collar and blindfold. Of course my heart was racing and my desire to meet this woman and serve her was overwhelming. It took me a few minutes to get the courage up but I began removing my cloths and placing them neatly on the chair in the corner. Once naked I looked closely at the metal restraints, not your typical leather cuffs. These were steel I knew once on they were not something I could slip out of. One by one I place them on each wrist at first loosely to see how they felt then a little tighter snapping the padlocks in place. The collar was also made out of metal it was rather snug I was thinking of not locking it on at first but thought I don't need a reason to be punished before we get started. Snapping closed the final padlock onto the collar I was now really totally at her mercy without actually seeing her. I couldn't just leave not with the restraints all in place with no way to get them off. Suddenly I was feeling very helpless and vulnerable. It was a bit cold now in the foyer blindfolded I could no longer see but started to hear foot steps heading toward the inside door. "well Slave I see you have agreed to my terms very well then lets begin your training" With those words I heard a snap of the leash onto the collar as I was led on all fours into her home.
I really wanted to speak but knew better. We walked what seemed like through several rooms when I was told to stand up. "watch your step" as she lead my down a staircase. I was doing my best to hold my balance with my hands fastened behind my back. Step by step we made our way down for me to who knew where. "slave get back on your knee's" and she walked me several more steps. "watch your knee's crawl over the bar" I wasn't sure what she meant until I felt my knees touching a cold metal bar on the floor. I climbed over it once on the other side she said "stop there" She undid the leash I heard her step back and then the loud banging or clanging of what sounded like a metal door. She reached in and removed my blindfold from my eyes it took a few seconds to get the blurriness out of them but when I finally got my bearings I saw that I was in a real steel cage with bars like a police cell. All around the room which was very dark I could see implements of punishment and torture. Finally I was now able to see the woman who lured me to her dungeon, voluptuous full figured Latino woman very much like the photo she had shared with me online. I thanked her for allowing me to come server her and told her I would do anything she asked of me. She smiled and just said "I know slave I know" "now let me explain, you are now here in my home and locked in my solid steel cell" Here you will stay until or If I ever decide to release you. I was now thinking she is role playing with me very convincing she was really playing her role very well. With that she turned and walked toward the door, turning out the light I could only here her foot steps as she climbed the stairs. Here I was locked in her basement, thinking is she for real or just teasing me. About 2 hours had passed and no sign of her. I had to get back to NY I have a vanilla life with friends and family. Sneaking away for an hour or two to indulge my kinks and needs was all I was after. I Started calling for her...I don't think the sound was carrying it seemed like all the sound was muffled like the room had been sound proofed. Finally I heard those same foot steps on the wooden stairs getting louder and the the low lights came on. There she was so beautiful and sexy I don't think she knew how happy I was to see her. I told her I apologize Mistress but I really need to head back to NY its getting late and I don't want my absence to be suspicious. She smiled and said "Slave let me explain you agreed to serve me with no rights or safe words or turning back." I took the car keys from your pants pockets and parked your car in my garage. I know you couldn't tell any friend or family you were coming to see a Dominant woman in the Bronx. So think about it, know one knows where you are. Your car is hidden away I have your wallet and Identity so I hope you are starting to see that from here on in you are my slave and no, you will not be leaving not now, not tonight, not tomorrow..not ever. From here on in you are my property no one will find you when they go looking. I began to beg her, tell her this was all a mistake a misunderstanding. I can't do this I have a life, she said you had a life. I read your profile, you said you are a slave you live to serve, Well now you will. Once you have realized this is no game and there is no chance to escape we will begin to train you fully. There will be a metal cuff and long chain around your ankle....you will move about but never be able to reach the stairs. If something were to happen to me...well you will just simply starve to death down here. I pleaded and pleaded she just laughed and said you slaves always react the same way but in the end you will fully surrender to the life you were meant to live...I promise! with that she turned away turned off the lights, closed the doors back up the stairs...leaving me helpless trapped in her dungeon. |
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The state of his mind is in utter turmoil, skin perspiring, dripping sweat, while his heart thumps from being in a state of anxiety and Fear of the unknown. |
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When my sub drops to his knees....
places his forehead at the crest of my vagina and thighs....
breathes the scent of me......
then sighs with content......
it may be him on his knees.....
but it is mine that feel weak.
Just as when he is bound.......
tethered at the points that I chose....
on the very edge of ecstasy......
he finds release in his surrender....
and knows that in bondage....
I have given him freedom.
So true!
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The Ad read " slaves wanted, no rights no safe words you get a hotel room leave the door ajar and call me with the room number waiting naked on your knee's facing away from the doors, hands behind your back" you would think anyone in there right mind would say hell no, no way am I risking my life meeting a stranger in a hotel room naked and vulnerable.
But I read the ad over and over, days passed, I would come back and read it again...trying to envision this scenario and how it could possibly play out. The ad was like crack for a slave hitting on that deep need for total surrender no safety net, the desire and fear all melded together. After several weeks I stumbled across the ad again and decided to respond by writing to this Mistress. Past of me didn't want a response back, much easier and safer had it just gone unanswered but I did indeed receive an email back. "slave send me your phone number so we can discuss a time and date for you to serve me. Pretty straight forward and to the point. Again I was torn, should I take this to the next step or just forget this whole thing. It took a few days but I wrote back thanking her for taking time to write to me and sent it with my phone number. I was like a school boy who passed a note to a girl you liked in lunch room...waiting and waiting and fearful of the response.
That afternoon I was playing golf when My cell phone rang I could see the number wasn't local and I was pretty sure but not positive who it might be calling. I pressed the button to answer and said hello, the voice on the other end said Hello Slave do you know who this is? With a few friends near by I quietly said Mistress A? She said Yes slave and she asked me some questions about where I was from, my age, my experience, and I had to Say Mistress may I call you back in an hour..as my friends were all making faces at me trying to get me off the phone...very awkward as I didn't want to say good by. She understood and her voice was very professional although calm and direct she really made me feel much more comfortable. A few hours later I called her back we spoke some more and set a lunch date for the next day. I was very happy to have that chance to meet prior to any play I wasn't expecting that. I was in my car and waited before going in the dinner when I saw this very sexy woman with long black hair heading toward the door. I wasn't positive but was hoping this was the Mistress I was coming to meet. Sure enough in the lobby we made eye contact and we just knew who each other was. Getting set a little bit away from the crowd she ordered a glass of champagne I think I had a coke. She said slave take this bag into the mens room read the note and come back when you are done. this was rather exciting...a bag and a note...Im not sure who might of noticed me walking in the mens room with the bag but I didn't really care I was just anxious to see what was in the bag. Once in the mens room I read the note, it read "slave if you wish to serve me today, place this butt plug in your ass and put on the panties and return to me" Damn that made me hard and made my head spin...shit...I want to please her she is beautiful so of course I took my underwear off in the stall inserted the butt plug and put on the red panties put my slacks back on and worked my way back to the table. She asked what I had decided and I said Mistress am plugged and I am wearing the red Panties. She was pleased and said "slave I want to inspect you. You will now go to the xyz motel and get a room, when you have the room number call me I expect you to be naked, on your knees, turn on the TV to the free porn channel place your hands behind your back and await my arrival." to be continued...
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My Mistress would call me Houdini because I had a bad habit of getting myself out of her bondage. Not that I really wanted to get out...but I needed in the back of my mind that safety net feeling that worse case..I could escape if need be. So a few times in an effort to test the bonds a hand would get free which would seriously annoy her. So this was a typical day, we had lunch and went back to her place to serve/session. She would say strip and in seconds I was naked and on my knees waiting her next command. Today she had me stand while she attached a chain around my waist with a small pad lock..something new and a little different. Once it was secure she walked back over with some rope and began tying my wrists and hand at my side to the chain. She looped down under my groin so I couldn't move them past my side. Hmmmm I thought this is a little stricter then past bondage and she made sure the knots were behind me so I couldn't possibly reach them.
I always get anxious in bondage so at this point my anxiety level is up from 3 to 6.
Next she came over with a gag and ear plugs, Gags just make me nervous from a point of choking ( if you saw Hostel the guy in his panic throws up with the gag and is choking to death when the guy who is torturing him removes it to keep him alive then slips in the puke and cuts his leg off with a chain saw) so I am never comfortable gagged, but as the slave it comes with the territory. Next she squeezed the foam ear plugs deeply into my ears. She loves to see the fear and panic in my eyes..and at this point I am already trying to negotiate through the gag but she wasn't having any of it. My mind starts racing..always a problem the more I worry the worse the panic. She comes over with a large roll of pallet wrap and tells me to put my legs together. I stand on a piece as she begins slowly and tightly walking around my body working her way up. She pause and comes back with some rope and to tightly tie my cock and balls I think just for show!.
She continues to work the rest of the way up my body with my hands tied at my sides I am realizing this mummification is something I can't poke a finger through and wiggle my way out of...more panic and more fear. She stops again I take the opportunity to continue my pleading..she is smiling and says not even Houdini can escape today. She comes back with a leather blindfold and quickly fastens it behind my head. Gagged, blindfolded and ear plugged total sensory deprivation no way to run no way to escape I am sure she can see my chest raising and falling as my breathing has quickened while I am trying to keep from having a total panic attack. I find myself already testing the ropes holding my hands just out of habit. Mistress isn't finished..she continues wrapping my neck is next and to my horror..she is going around my face and head. for a moment I can't breath while she works on poking a hole for my nose. I am just short of hyperventilating thinking what have I gotten myself into today. I can't see, speak, hear and can barely breath. I can't communicate to talk myself out of this bondage today I am completely helpless and at her mercy today. But she still isn't satisfied I stand the best I can without my senses it's a little difficult, a few minutes later she places her hands on my shoulders and has be wiggle towards the bed. She turns me around I feel the edge of the bed on the back of my legs I thinking she is just going to give me a push and I will spend a few hours mummified on the bed while she teases my cock for the afternoon. While that wasn't apparently the plan, she has me sit on the edge of the bed I can feel her lifting my feet but not to push me further onto the bed, no she is placing my feet inside something it was hard to tell through the plastic wrap next she lifts me to my feet and I feel the full weight of her leather sleep sack on my shoulders. It has an attached hood that goes over the head and internal arm sleeves once inside you are zipped in and have zero chance of escape. I am freaking out at the thought of her double bagging me today...but in seconds she has it zipped up to my neck what little movement I had is lost to the sack. I feel her place a metal collar around my neck I know this collar because she can lock it with a padlock insure I can't leave her house unless I want to go home with a collar around my neck. I can't see but I know she is attaching a pad lock to the zipper and a ring on the collar not that I could ever get out of this bondage but she enjoys the aesthetics and look of it. To be continued....I did survive to write this! barely! |
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