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nakedburns
| Male Dominant, 39, Perth, Australia
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There is that inexplicable kick you get when you ask a submissive to do something out of the ordinary. And then he hesitates. He imagines how difficult and precarious his situation is. He takes that short second to decide whether to do it or not. In that short second, he loses himself and his realities disappear. His world transforms. He is shaken. He palpitates. He crumbles. And then he ultimately lets go, submits and obeys. He breaks into a thousand pieces. It is that mind game, that subtle psychological warfare, that sexual bargain, that power play, that strange compatibility between two complete opposites. It is that short second when obedience is about to triumph over fear, that complete surrender of will and total giving of trust. In that short second, two opposites decide to attract and to become one. It is that short second that turns me on. Beyond the physical experience of pain and pleasure, the mystery and allure of BDSM truly resides in the mind. But then again, only a few of us would really understand.
Generally responsive to PMs and looking for something regular with someone local who can hold a conversation outside BDSM.
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You were nervous about coming over. You decided to come anyway. You've been thinking about this all night. I left the door unlocked. You came in, let out a deep breath and left your things on the table. And just as I have asked the night before, you proceeded to undress. You got naked. You felt vulnerable and somehow this made your sex start to grow. You then fell on the floor on fours, as we have discussed. You start breathing deeper and your heart began beating faster. 'Why am I doing this?' You ask yourself. 'Why am I here?' You brushed your thoughts aside and reminded yourself you needed this. And just as I have asked, you whimpered three times like a puppy. You got even harder. I came out of the room, fully clothed. Before me was a masculine man, naked, on fours, fully erect, with his head down. I took a bowl filled with some rice and stew and placed it on the floor. I said: 'Go on.' And just like that, you started to eat the food slowly, hands-free. 'Why is this turning me on? There is nothing sexual about this?!' Your mind began to race. When you finished, I poured some beer on the bowl for you to drink. Fifteen minutes passed but it seemed like eternity. I cleaned your mouth and face with a napkin and started to pet your head as if to say that I am pleased. 'I aim to please, sir.' You say. I smiled and started to lubricate your hole. It was cold and you got even tighter. A finger entered your body and your legs get weaker. You close your eyes as I start to explore you deeper. Your cock starts to thrust involuntarily forward. Another finger and your precum drips. I told you to stand and I waited a few minutes for you to calm down. I then took out the chastity cage from your bag and put it on you. 'Sir, please. Please, sir.' I did not say a thing. I locked your sex and told you to get dressed. 'I had a really good time today.', I said, before letting you out the door. You went back to your car and it took you a while to process what just happened. 'Holy fuck.' You sighed in resignation. You finally realised that your body is no longer yours. Your body is mine. Your body is mine. And you know you want more. You know you need more.
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