A shadow of a doubt

Submission gone wrong

I had met her the day after the 4th of July 2004. We met at our local Munch but this was the first time we had plans to be alone. To say our first 'date' was memorable would be an understatement. Her desire to please was evident, her touch, under the table, was 'as instructed' and pleasurable. We would later laugh about our first date and how lucky we were NOT to get arrested.
 We had several dates, which turned in weekend dates. After a few short months we decided to move in together.

 

We enjoyed our early times together. We constructed our own little ‘Dungeon’. I would practice ‘shabri’ using her as my demo. She would dote over me, as a slave should. I changed her name to ‘sigh’, which she promptly had tattooed, very tastefully, on her arm just above her wrist. I even suspended her, tied up for hours.

 

On the weekend of Labor Day her friend Lana, called and asked what we were doing.  She knew that Lana and I had a ‘thing’ for each other, although monogamy was a hard limit in our relationship, she asked Lana over. She would be the first to say that that night was perfect as she gave Lana to me. To this day I remember it fondly and she views it as a very loving and touching evening.

 

The following weekend was our Munch. Lana was there and we asked her over again. Expecting the same pleasant experience, Lana, gladly accepted.

 

                        Tears on the Blindfold

 

 The evening started out slow and casual. There seem to be something ‘in the air’ that wasn’t there last week, a tension of sorts. Sigh was being the ‘good’ slave and doing what she considered a slave was to do. She tried her best to accept that Lana wanted into our ‘family’. I took sigh aside, because I knew poly was a hard limit to her, and ask her if she is secure enough with our relationship to handle this. Her answer, beyond ‘a shadow of a doubt.

 

As a Master I am very sensual and sexual in my scene sessions. Sigh and Lana were both tied, blindfolded and naked. I had them tied to the same spreader bar, facing each other. Where they could hear, feel and sense, but not see what I was doing to the other. After several minutes of flogging with the leather flogger I would switch to the horsehair flogger. Our dungeon was chock full of floggers of all different types. Over the next few hours I must have used all of them.

 

  I can up to Lana from behind, reached down and picked up her hips, so she was on her tip-toes and kinda bent over, even though she was tied to the spreader bar. With her on her toes and bent over I slid my cock in her pussy. She moaned as I started to pump her with my cock. After a few minutes I told her to tell sigh what I was doing to her. They were tied together, facing each other, there faces only inches apart, as Lana struggled with the words, she whispered, ’he’s fucking me’ , SAY IT LOUDER, LANA, ‘HE’S FUCKING ME’ she cried out, with that I pulled out, leaving Lana wanting more and headed to sigh. I took a step back, we were all breathing heavy. I wanted the moment to sink in. They felt my presents; they sensed my steps as I maneuvered to sigh. Between breaths she moaned when she felt my hands on her hips, as I squared up to enter her as I did Lana. She knew I was going to fuck her. Their pussys were wet. I enter sigh, the pleasure was immense. After a few minutes I told her to tell Lana what I was doing to her. She said ‘he’s fucking me’ LOUDER SIGH, HE”S FUCKING ME. She was wet from hearing what I was doing to Lana. Standing behind her holding her hips and bringing her into my thrusts with my hands, I could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. I didn’t want either one to come yet. I wasn’t through them just yet. As I was stroking into sigh I could see Lana, facing us, tied to the same spreader bar, sensing our rhythm, hearing our lovemaking. She was, for lack of a better word, squirming. TELL LANNA WHAT I AM DOING TO YOU SIGH!! He is fucking me!!!!! LOUDER! HE IS FUCKING ME. MAY I CUM SIR? PLEASE!! With that I pulled out.

 

 My breathing was heavy. The scene music was hypnotic, I could hear the chain on the spreader bar as it clanged against something. I couldn’t take my eyes off of my two slaves, chained, tied and dripping. I let the moment set in. I moved over to Lana, letting them know I was moving by settle sounds. As I touched Lana she let out a moan. I reached up and started to release her from the spreader bar. As I released her she leaned into me. Resting her head on my chest. I could tell her ‘state of mind’ was of total submission. With my arm around her I walked her, the few steps to the bed.

 Turning to sigh, I began to release her bindings. It became evident something was wrong. I sensed immediately she wasn’t herself. As soon as I removed her bindings and blindfold she left the room. Looking down in my hand I could see the mascara streaks as she cried into her blindfold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

To be Continued

A Picture of Elegance

Fall of 2008

  I first came across her picture in the early fall of 2008. I was in a relationship that had, pretty much, run its course. Which made fantasizing about the woman in the picture that much easier. I have been a Dom in the BDSM lifestyle for 15 plus years and her picture was on a lifestyle website called collarme and to further my fantasies she lived in my county.

 The picture was of her in a short black dress wearing thigh high black boots. She was facing away from the camera, not showing her face. Her hands were at her side, slightly behind her, in a submissive pose. Her right leg was bent just enough to give this pose an erotic flavor. The camera angle was low, which was perfect and added to the picture.

‘A picture is worth a thousand words’ I must have looked at this picture a hundred times. She was thin, with pale skin that contrasted with the black attire perfectly. I could tell she cared about herself and her appearance. I respect that in a woman. The essence of this picture showed a woman that respects herself and also, knows how to present herself. A rare find in this day of Internet porn. Anyone can take a picture of body parts; it takes an intelligent woman with self-respect to create ‘a picture of elegance’. I could also detect a woman that has many years experience in the lifestyle and not someone that is just ‘trying this out’.

Summer of 2009

 Breakups are often difficult, but this one had a particular ease to it. Within a month I was living as a single man and she was living in Nashville. I was enjoying my new found freedom. I have lived in Florida for 5 years and had not connected with anybody in the local BDSM community. It felt like it was time to get out and mingle with like-minded people.

 It was at the second ‘play party’ when an attractive woman walked through the door. A few minutes later I heard a female voice asking if this chair was taken.  Within minutes we were talking and connecting, the kind connection that is so rare and hard to find. We spent the evening together, talking, learning about each other and enjoying the 4^th of July  fireworks. She walked me to my truck ,we exchanged email addresses.

 Over the next week we email each other daily. Then, out of the blue, it hit me, was she the woman in the picture?  My next email contained this message, 'Do you have a profile on Collarme showing your backside, wearing a black skirt and thigh high boots?'

The Game
 1994

 She was a beautiful woman, with the classic hourglass figure, in the prime of her life. Her long, light brown hair reached the middle of her back despite the perm. It was 1994, she was 31 and smack in the middle of her prime sexual years. You know, the time in a woman’s life where she is beginning to put ‘the guilt of sex’ behind her and starts to open up to the pleasures of the flesh. She worked as a bank teller at my bank, which is how I met her. It always amazed me how this sexual creature could look so unassuming in her role at work. She was a master at disguising the beast within. Later in our relationship, she would take her lunch and come down to my office where we would spend the next 45 minutes behind the locked door of my office, fucking and sucking. It always tickled her to know I couldn’t scream with pleasure as I came in her mouth and had to remain quite so my fellow workers couldn’t hear. For some reason orgasm is always better if you can scream.

 I always liked to be’ in charge’ in the bedroom and she was more than happy to comply. She would spend weekends with me, and one Thursday I told her I had a surprise for her on Friday night when she came over. She asked what it was but I only told her it was a sexual game that I had ‘invented’ and she would have to wait until Friday night to see. I knew the ‘wheels’ would be turning in her head. I called her at work Friday and said I couldn’t wait till that night. I knew she was building up, that build-up of sexual tension, especially when you KNOW it’s going to be good, that feeling you get in your loins.  I had played this ‘game’ once before with another woman, but this was the first time I had mentioned it to Veronica.

 She arrived at my house about 7pm Friday night. She walked in the door and kissed me hard. I knew she was ready for a night of hot sex. I hadn’t seen or fucked her since Sunday and was about to burst myself.  I took her by the hand and lead her to my bedroom. My bedroom was large, with a king-sized waterbed in the middle. I stood her at the end of the bed, and told her to stay there. I turned and brought out a scarf, and as I placed it over her eyes, she remarked how soft it was. I told her that from now on, she would be my ‘property.’  She could not speak and she had to do exactly as I said.

There she was, fully clothed and all mine. I knew she would play this game well. I knew I could do anything to her. For the first time in my life, I had a sexual slave. Yes, I had played this game before, but not like this. This was different. I felt myself changing, my stare became more intent, my breathing became slow and labored..  My heart was pounding so hard I could hear the beats. I could actually FEEL my heart beating. I was doing this for HER, to see HER reactions, but what it was doing to me was undeniable.

With her eyes blindfolded, I slowly began unbuttoning her top. I remember it well-- it had 8 buttons. I moved slowly, one after another until her top was lying open. I slipped it off and released her tits. Her breathing was heavy. I lightly touched both of her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and fore fingers ever so lightly. Veronica was one of those fortunate women that could climax simply by breast play. She was already close to cumming, but I stopped and told her that I wanted her to remain horny. I saw her horniness as a benefit to my pleasure and she would soon learn that an orgasm was a pleasure she would have to earn.  As I slowly began removing the skirt, I noticed her fingers were moving. She was being the best of slaves doing what she was told, standing there, blindfolded with her arms at her side, but the sexual tension was so great inside her she could not stop her fingers from moving, almost twitching. With the skirt on the floor I realized I wasn’t the only one with a surprise that night. She was wearing black nylons held up with a black garter belt. I stood up, took one step back to take in this wonderful view, the female figure is a beautiful sight, I will never forget; her standing there, blindfolded with nothing on but her garter belt, black nylons and 5 inch black high heels. This sight took my breath away.

 Her instructions were to not make a sound and to not move until she was told to. I moved close to her, I wanted her to sense my closeness. I wasn’t touching her at all, but she could feel my breath. She could sense that I was only inches away. I told her to take my clothes off and guided her hand to my shirt buttons. I could feel her hands trembling as she scurried to take of my shirt. I lightly held her hands, not to stop her but savor the moment and to slow her down. Next were my pants, and she was pulling at my belt, wanting to release my cock. As she guided my pants to the floor, she was kneeling in front of me.  I slipped my fingers through her hair and grabbed tightly, close to her head. With her hair in my right hand and my cock in my left hand, I rubbed my cock over her face. When I brought it close to her mouth, she opened it. I pulled back telling her not to do ANYTHING until she was told to. I then told her to open her lips slightly. By this time I had a drop of pre-cum on the end of my cock. I promptly wiped it on her mouth and told her to lick her lips, then without warning I plunged my cock deep into her mouth. I HAD to.  I was trembling. My cock is large and thick. I could feel the head of  it hitting the back of her throat. Her hands were at her side--she was being the perfect slave as I held her head with both hands and face-fucked her hard. The pleasure was immense. I stroked her mouth 15, maybe 20 times, then pulled back. She went limp--she was gasping for breath. The air MUST have felt cool as she breathed so deeply.

 I picked her up and told her to stand. She was trembling--her hands were still moving. I had to help her. I guided her hands to the dresser. I reached for her pussy, and she was wet. As I looked down, her pussy was dripping down and soaking the tops of her nylons.

I told her to bend over. I was rock hard. As I entered her pussy she moaned.  I pulled my cock out and told her ‘if I hear one more sound you WILL NOT cum tonight.’ I promptly entered her pussy  and began fucking her again. After 20 or 30 strokes I gave her permission to ‘ask’ for an orgasm. “May I please cum?” she asked weakly. I didn’t want to deny her anymore, “Yes,” I said, and quickly sped up the strokes I was giving her. Her orgasm started slow and intense. She was bent over and facing the mirror on my dresser. I could see through the mirror that the look on her face was one of ecstasy, her mouth was opened, and she started to ‘meet’ my thrusts.  Her moans became screams, and I could tell she felt as if she was losing control. Her legs began to shake. I reached up and again slid my fingers through her hair, pulling her head back as she entered deeper and deeper into her orgasm. I was in control, she knew it and there was nothing she could do about it. I slid my hands from her hips to underneath her stomach to support her. I asked  if she wanted me to pull my cock out. “No,” she begged, “please keep fucking me.” To her this was not a ‘game’ anymore, she had to cum. Her pleads for an orgasm where real. Her words begging me to fuck her took ME over the edge. That was when MY orgasm took over my body. We both collapsed in a very hard, earth-shattering orgasm. I filled her pussy with my cum and she thanked me for it. We were spent. She could not walk, I helped her to the bed and she quickly fell asleep in my arms.

 That night, in the winter of 1994, was a turning point in my life. What surfaced was my desire to be in charge, my desire to dominate. We enjoyed many nights exploring our newfound game. Veronica and I parted ways about a year later and lost touch. I often wondered if that night changed her like it did me. How do you go back to Vanilla? I had heard that she married and had 2 children. I can only assume she has ,effectively, hidden 'the beast within. From that night on I viewed the world differently. It wasn`t until years later that I found my cravings had a name. BDSM  Thus began my travels through this world of Dominates and submissives.
Jack