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Honest male who is looking to connect with a dominant figure.? Believe myself to be respectful, obedient, loyal and trustworthy.?? Have? several years of experience in the BDSM? lifestyle.? Always willing to try new things.?
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As the Domme approached me she ordered me to lay face down on a towel she had placed on the bed. Suddenly, I feel a cold substance being poured onto my anal cavity. The Domme instructs me to remain calm and breathe. Before I new it, a finger had entered inside of me.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. Sadly, from one single finger. The Domme, shoved me back down and smacked me hard across my bottom. She couldn't believe that I had that type of reaction from just one finger. I could hear the disappointment in her voice. I was told that if I jump again as I just had, the Domme would place me in leather cuffs that she has attached to her bed.
I kept my body perfectly still. The Domme then entered a second finger inside of me. I kept calm and took deep breaths forcing my body to relax. Then finally the Domme inserted a third finger. I did flinch a little, but was able to remain calm. The Domme informed me that I was being broken in for something else.
The Domme walked to the side of the bed, reached under the bed and pulled out the two the two leather cuffs and attached them to each hand. I was told by the Domme that given my reaction to just one finger being inserted anally, this was a need. A need? What the hell was going to happen? I dare not question the Domme.
Then, out of the blue, something else was entered. A frozen sphere, an anal beed if you will, was inserted inside of me. The Domme was right, the leather cuffs were an absolute need. The ball slid right in causing my body to jolt violently. The Domme commanded that I calm down, but my body was fighting this cold object that was now inside of me. |
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The Reward Part 1:
I was spun around and told to stand still. The Domme then switched on the lights of the dark room I had been placed in. The light was very bright, so it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. As my vision became clearer, I noticed that the room was the Dommes "playroom.
There are all sorts of gadgets in the room. A cross, table, cages, whips, chains, etc... The Domme was standing behind me and noticed that my head was moving back and forth in what I will openly admit a panicked like movement. The Domme commanded that I calm down and relax. So, I took a couple of deep breaths, and relaxed.
The Domme then removed the cuffs from my wrists and walked me over to the table that is in the center of the room. I was commanded to place my hands in front of me, on the table, palms down. The Domme then slowly walked to the opposite side of the table. She took my left hand first and stretched it to the left side of the table placing me in a cuff. She then took hold of my right wrist and stretched it to the right side of the table again, placing me in a cuff. The Domme again stood in front of me and said that she was going to do a full body inspection.
The Domme walked behind me and cut off my shirt. She stated that while she did not mind body hair, she does not like hairy men. The Domme then grabbed a razor and removed hair from my shoulders, neck and back.
Then the Domme cut off my underwear. I was not erect as I was a bit nervous being cuffed to a table while a person uses a razor on me. This upset the Domme. She felt as though I should be excited being naked with her touching me. I explained to the Domme why I wasn't erect, and she laughed. The Domme stated that she will understand this one time.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of clippers. The kind that the hair dresser uses when they cut your hair. The Domme then began to clip away at my groin. When the Domme was finished she stated that once I was released, I should look in a mirror and see what she had done, because that is the way I will keep my groin are clean tor her.
Once I was released? I asked the Domme what she meant by once I was released. The Domme stated that she was not done with me yet and to stay quiet. She the. Walked over to a small refrigerator that was in a corner of the room. I had never seen the item that she removed before. I also have never experienced the feeling that an item like that caused either...
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The reward Part 1:
I was spun around and told to stand still. The Domme then switched on the lights of the dark room I had been places in. The light was very bright, so it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. As my vision became clearer, I noticed that the room was the Dommes "playroom.
There are all sorts of gadgets in the room. A cross, table, cages, whips, chains, etc... The Domme was standing behind me and noticed that my head was moving back and forth in what I will openly admit a panicked like movement. The Domme commanded that I calm down and relax. So, I took a couple of deep breaths, and relaxed.
The Domme then removed the cuffs from my wrists and walked me over to the table that is in the center of the room. I was commanded to place my hands in front of me, on the table, palms down. The Domme then slowly walked to the opposite side of the table. She took my left hand first and stretched it to the left side of the table placing me in a cuff. She then took hold of my right wrist and stretched it to the right side of the table again, placing me in a cuff. The Domme again stood in front of me and said that she was going to do a full body inspection.
The Domme walked behind me and cut off my shirt. She stated that while she did not mind body hair, she does not like hairy men. The Domme then grabbed a razor and removed hair from my shoulders, neck and back.
Then the Domme cut off my underwear. I was not erect as I was a bit nervous being cuffed to a table while a person uses a razor on me. This upset the Domme. She felt as though I should be excited being naked with her touching me. I explained to the Domme why I wasn't erect, and she laughed. The Domme stated that she will understand this one time.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of clippers. The kind that the hair dresser uses when they cut your hair. The Domme then began to clip away at my groin. When the Domme was finished she stated that once I was released, I should look in a mirror and see what she had done, because that is the way I will keep my groin are clean tor her.
Once I was released? I asked the Domme what she meant by once I was released. The Domme stated that she was not done with me yet and to stay quiet. She the. Walked over to a small refrigerator that was in a corner of the room. I had never seen the item that she removed before. I also have never experienced the feeling that an item like that caused either...
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The Beginning:
I spoke to the Domme via telephone early Sunday morning. I was given instructions on what I was to wear under my clothing, (boxer briefs, white tee shirt), and what time I was to appear at the Dommes front door. I thought I was nervous before, but now I was on a totally different level.
I appeared at the Dommes door at approximately 3:15PM. The Domme answered the door and invited me in. As I crossed the threshold the Domme ordered that I stand with my back against the door so that she could inspect me. The Domme then ordered that I strip down to the "uniform" that she had instructed me to wear. I was then handed a list of chores.
First, I was to clean the Dommes kitchen. Starting with the dishes in the sink, and then moving over to the oven. Once I cleaned the oven, I cleaned the windows, wiped down the counter tops and mopped the floor. Next on the list was the living room. I dusted, cleaned more windows, moved furniture, vacuumed and changed light bulbs in the ceiling fan. The final room was the bathroom. The Domme did not have a list for me on this room. I was simply told to clean the bathroom. To make it sparkle were the Dommes exact words.
I spent the next 90 minutes, mostly on my hands and knees cleaning the Dommes bathroom. Made it so that I didn't miss a single tile on the floor. As I approached the Domme to have her inspect the bathroom, she stopped me. Told me to turn around and face the wall. The Domme then took my hands, placed them behind my back, and cuffed me. The Domme whispered in my ear, if the bathroom is as clean as the two other rooms in the house, I will be rewarded. If not, I will be punished.
The Domme then placed me in a dark room. The Domme then shut the door, and was gone for what felt like hours. In reality it was only 15 minutes. As I heard the Domme enter the room, my heart began to pound. The Domme came up from behind me, and started to kiss the back of my neck. The Domme then stated, good job, you shall be rewarded.
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I arrived at the Dommes home at 7:30pm as commanded. The Domme asked that I bring nothing with me, and even though it felt weird showing up empty handed, I obeyed the command. Once given permission to enter, the Domme ordered me to open the bottle of wine that I had gifted her earlier in the day, and pour her a glass.
The Domme was sitting on her couch in the living room watching television. As I walked over to hand her the glass of wine I began to get nervous. Butterflies in the stomach nervous. There was really no reason for this, the Domme and I have been speaking 4 times a week and have met face to face. As I handed the Domme her glass of wine she asked me to remove her shoes and massage her feet.
This may be where the nerves had come from. While I wanted to be given a chance to serve, I also didn't want to choke and fail. The Dommes feet were rubbed for a little more than 30 minutes before she ordered me to stop. The Domme complimented me on what was a very enjoyable and relaxing foot massage. Now, the Domme asked me to give her a shoulder and back rub. The massage lasted for more than an hour before I was ordered to stop.
The Domme stated that she was extremely happy and relaxed. The Domme was pleased with that I had done as asked without hesitation. I was given permission to join the Domme on the couch. We spoke a little, watched a movie and cuddled. As I was leaving, the Domme commanded that I return on Sunday afternoon to begin my training.
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Needless to say I could hardly sleep that night. I kept checking my phone hoping that maybe the Domme would send the instructions early. It's as if I was a kid on Christmas Eve not being able to wait for Chritmas morning. Sometime between 4:00 & 5:00AM I fell asleep.
I was awake by 8:30AM. Checked my phone, and after not seeing a message took a shower. After towling off, and getting dressed, I grabbed my phone and went downstairs for breakfast. While sitting at the table, my text alert went off. Finally, it was 9:00AM. The instructions stated that I was to meet the Domme at a restaurant by her home at 11:00AM. The Domme informed me that I was to visit the restaurants website, look at their menu and decide what I wanted to eat before I arrived.
As I stated previously, I believe it is not proper to show up empty handed. Instead of flowers this time, I brought along a bottle of wine that I remembered the Domme speaking highly of during a previous conversation. Upon my arrival, I handed the Domme my gift, and she smiled. After being given permission to sit at the table the Domme asked me what I decided to have for breakfast. I answered the Domme immediately. She smiled again and stated that she was happy that I did as told, because had I looked at the menu even for a second, she would've ended the bruch that instant.
Once the waiter came to our table, the Domme ordered for both of us. The Domme stated that if she is to choose me to be her property, this is one of the things I would have to get used to. I informed the Domme that this would not be a problem for me and will do whatever it takes to keep her smiling and happy. The Domme stated that is an answer that she has heard before, but will give me the benefit of the doubt.
After an amazing brunch, with plenty of conversation and good food, the Domme asked if I would be interested in walking her home. I squeaked out the answer yes, as I was nervous and caught completely off guard by the question. The Domme and I walked, silently, for three blocks to the Dommes front door. Once the Domme and I arrived at her front door, she thanked me for the bottle of wine and brunch, and gave me a hug. The Domme then turned around, opened her door, and disappeared.
After I returned to my car and was driving home, I recieved another text from the Domme. The Domme was pleased that during the three block walk home I never spoke a word. When I informed the Domme that she never addressed me, or gave me permission to speak she stated that now she could believe that I would do as told. The Domme then asked if I had any plans made for the evening. I informed the Domme that I did not and she invited me to her home that evening.
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Over the past couple of weeks, I have been corresponding with a Domme that I met through this site. After I earned little trust, the Domme invited me to breakfast at a local diner. As I walked through the door with a small arrangement of flowers, I was waived over to a table by the Domme. I had not seen a picture of her, so I did not know what she looked like. The Domme had seen several pictures of me so she could know what I looked like.
As I approached the table she happily accepted the flowers and stated that it was a sweet gesture that most people she agrees to meet ignore. The Domme continued to tell me that if anyone she does agree to meet does not bring at least one flower she sends them on their way once breakfast is over. After breakfast we walked around the Rittenhouse Square area. We spoke about every day life to our likes and dislikes about movies, books, travel, etc...
Just as our first meeting came to and end the Domme asked if I would like to meet her again on Sunday for brunch. I am pretty sure that I agreed even before she finished asking the question. I was instructed to check my phone at 9:00am for instructions.
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Thought that I had finally made a lasting connection with a dominant woman on this site. We chatted on the phone at first, met for dinner and hit it off right away. We were truly enjoying one another. It may have been the best 3 months for me in the last 5 years. I simply adored worshiping at the feet at my Mistress. It was a treat to run errands, a pleasure to bathe her, and an honor to serve her.
But, suddenly the Mistress is told that her job is being transfered out of state and that it is her to keep if she wants to. In these tough economic times who could blame her for going. I knew that I could not travel back and forth and serve in the same capacity as the Mistress deserved, and Mistress knew that as well. So, I am once again throwing myself into finding a Mistress who I can serve. |
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I will admit that I certainly do receive some interesting email from Dominant women. Unfortunately, no one within reasonable distance though. One can only hold on to hope I guess. But, once someone comes along, I am going to do my best to put a smile on her, (or their face), and keep it there. |
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On Thursday October 13th I met with a Dom from New Jersey. She has granted me permission to write about my experience, but has forbidden me to use her name.
The drive took longer than expected because of the weather. This was torture in and of it's self as I have been waiting to meet Mistress for quite some time. I called Mistress to let her know that I was on my way but caught up in traffic. Surprisingly, she was not upset with me.
As I pulled up the drive way and saw Mistress standing in her doorway my heart began to really beat against my chest. As I entered her home she was very friendly and open. We chatted for a bit to help make me feel more comfortable. After our conversation Mistress instructed me to follow her to the bedroom.
Mistress stood behind me and grabbed a hand full of hair, and pulled my head back. Mistress then went under my shirt and began to pinch my nipples. I had informed Mistress that I had a weakness for nipple play and torture in our previous phone conversations. After the brief nipple pinching Mistress ordered me to strip.
Once I took off my clothing, Mistress once again grabbed a hand full of hair and yanked my head back. Mistress then started to bite my back and shoulders. Once she let go of my head, she started to run her nails down my back and arms. Mistress then ordered me to lie down on the bed. Nipple clamps were immediately attached once I hit the bed.
Mistress wasted no time and immediately grapped her strap-on. She knew that it had been a while for me, so she graciously used a small toy to open me up a bit before Mistress began her fun. Once Mistress felt that I was ready, Mistress removed the smaller toy and nipple clamps. I was put in restraints lying face down on the bed and Mistress entered inside of me.
I could tell right away that I was in for the strap-on session of my life. Mistress did not try and enter slowly. Mistress just immediately began to pump as hard and as fast as she could. I was moaning like a little sub bitch in a matter of seconds. Mistress would torture me by pulling back to the point that I though she was going to exit and then slam right back into me. Mistress grabbed onto my shoulders and began to pull back so that the strap-on would go deeper and deeper inside of me.
After several minutes, Mistress needed a break, (and truth be told, so did I). After Mistress refreshed herself, the nipple clamps came back out for use. This time there was extra equipment to acompany the clamps. A cock ring was added to a chain that connected my nipples and penis together. Any movement form my penis meant that the chain would pull down on my nipples. Mistress had me in restraints and began to use the strap-on while I lay in the missionary position. This time it was faster and harder. By this time, I was completely under Mistress' control. The nipple clamps were pulling up and down, my ass was being ripped apart and Mistress was using her hand on me.
Quite a few times I informed Mistress that I was about to finish, but Mistress demanded that I did not. I fought it back a couple of times, but Mistress was not making it easy for me. Mistress continued to use my ass and a look came over Mistress' face that I did not expect. It was the look of pure enjoyment. Mistress was enjoying watching me grab at the sheets, squirm, and moan like the little whore that I am. I bit my bottom lip out of pure ectasy. Finally, I could not fight it anymore and I finished. I believe because I finished against Mistress' wish she punished me by taking of the nipple clamps, (ouch!), and began sucking on and biting my nipples.
In all of my imagination I could not have invisoned how much I fun I had. Mistress was absolutely wonderful. I was left begging for more and trying to schedule another visit. I can not wait for my second visit. |
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| Age: 35 |
| Los Angeles,
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