CaptainTrenk

Dominant Couple, 53, clearwater, Florida

Male Dominant, 45, Northeast, Ohio

Submissive Couple, 82, Detroit

Locked in his own misery he was high off the endorphines that I knew were driving through his body. The bit firmly bound between his teeth glistened with the drool that had spilled over the leather during my play time session. I took a step back to enjoy my handiwork, enjoying the trickling trails of blood mixing with the sweat that poured down his chiseled torso. Stretched like this I wanted to scrape my sharpened claw-like fingernails against his bare skin. I wanted to see his eyes come alive again with the new sensation of pain. But then... the greyness wasnt so bad. His eyes were distant, concentrating... bearing it. He was settling nicely, discovering the depths that his place had entrapped him in. I found myself intoxicated by his struggle, that strain in his empty eyes that could not be so easily hidden from my inspection. I knew the look too well, I knew what he was going through, and I knew how much deeper it could still go. But I also knew how it felt, that other kind of bliss, that kind that you could never expect to exist. Yet it is there, that pleasure found in the darkness, in that place of surrender when you really never stood a chance to begin with.... I shiver in the thrill of my own memories, my eyes steeling upon his trembling form. I could almost hear his feeble mind begging me for mercy, for release, for another command, a word, pain, just anything but this still-bound torment.  So I take a seat, lean back, and sip the drink left there for me. I would watch, and he would feel honored that my eyes would even remain on his worthless body so long. As I sit and watch, I can't help but notice that his erection stiffens. I smirk sadistically, enjoying how his body betrayed his pleasure of my realized observation. That's right, boy. Feel my gaze and desire me.

"Knees." I command the worthless meat in front of me.  He hesitates but then complies, lowering himself to the ground slowly. He didn't dare take his eyes off of me, not with the flogger in my hand. He'd already tasted its bite and knew the harshness of my strike.  I knew my eyes dared him to challenge me, to disobey, to make this more fun. My arm flexed in anticipation for the next blow, my fingertips stroking the soft hard wood of the flogger's handle. The boy was now on his knees but rested there awkwardly. I could almost read his thoughts as I read his body language and facial expressions. He didn't know what to do with his hands... behind his back, at his sides, or resting at the nape of his neck? I reveled in his confusion knowing he'd likely choose wrong for my preferences, which he did. As soon as he let his arms rest limply at his sides I smirked, satisfied. I'd have my fun in training this creature after all.  Before he knew he had done something wrong, my flogger's many tails were striking against his bare chest. He lurched back reflexively, a hand moving to the place I had struck and his eyes on me, confused even more now. Before he could open his mouth to speak whatever pointless thoughts circled his mind, I told him my answer. "When you are before me you will have your back straight, head high, legs spread wide, and hands clasped firmly at the back of your neck. Imperfect form gets you flogged, am I clear?" I didn't let him answer as I quickly struck him again and again with the flogger until he got my point and moved to his 'perfect' position. I got six satisfying strokes in before he made the pose. Slow. He'd learn to hurry to move as his training would only get harder. I walked a slow circle around him, examining his posture. I would strike his arm when his elbow lowered, or his back when he slackened his straightness, or his legs when he began lowering his buttocks in the inevitable exhaustion of legs yet untrained.  By the end of my examination he had taken another 15 solid strokes before he finally got the hang of it. Shivering on his knees, his sweat started to bead down his body from both excursion and pain. The rapidity of his breathing was intoxicating. 'Pant, creature, pant', I thought to myself. 'We are only at our beginning....' I smile sadistically towards him where he could not see me in the execution of his obedient posturing. 'This was going to be fun', I decided. 'I might just keep this one.'

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