Are you ready to go to the next level?

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I rush over to Maggs place after her last client leaves. It was hot in her flat. She was stripped down. I stripped to my shorts and tee shirt.

“So how are you tonight?” she asked to assess my mood. She clutched my cock and balls through the boxers. I hardened immediately.

“You know how I feel for you,” I said.

“Well,” she looked at my expression. My eyes were wide open. “Tell me how you feel!”

“I want you more than anything,” I said, “I’ll do whatever it takes to be yours”.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“Yes, anything…” I said as my voice trembled. I feel as though I’m on a tightrope and about to fall if I look down. My fear of her is as great as my desire of her.

“I want you to strip and lay on the bed,” she said.

I followed her directions and laid on the rubber sheet. It was already damp from her last client. I could smell his cum.

She tied my hands and feet to the corners of the bed. She picked up a quirt and began whipping my thighs. I flinched and turned to my side.

“Can’t take a little pain?”  she said.

“I’m just not ready”, I answered. I’m never ready to endure pain inflicted by her because she never lets up. I would use my safeword, but I’m afraid she’ll reject me.

“You’re such a baby!” she said. “I know you’re holding back on me, but you won’t use your safeword. Tonight I want you to experience more pain than usual. I’ll take our time and you can use the safeword if you have to.”

She continued. The pain of each lash landing over the same area became excruciating. I opened my mouth and was about to scream.

“Shall I stop?” she asked, “or do you want me to gag you?”

I glanced at her expression of near- disappointment. “No,” I whispered, “please continue.”

“Good boy,” she said and raised the double-tipped strap higher and smacked my chest harder. I endured the intense whipping as much as I could but the feeling of fear and nausea was about to overtake me.

“I want you to say that you want to suffer for me,” she said.

She found some narrow cord and clothes pins and applied them to my chest to my cock, stringing each one to the cord.

“I want to suffer as much as I can for you,” I said.

“No that isn’t what I told you to say,” she said, “now say it the way I told you!”

“I want to suffer for you,” I whispered through my dry mouth.

“I didn’t hear you,” she yelled. There was a fierce look in her expression like I had never seen before, that resembled a mad sadistic glare of cruelty. I became afraid of her like I had never been before. My cock was shooting up harder than it had ever been.

“I want to suffer for you,” I shouted, “I love the way you make me suffer when you have me this way.”

I saw a gleam in her eyes. She pulled each cord and the pins popped off my skin. The rush of blood to the pinched area was even more excruciating than anything I felt before. I must have passed out from the pain.

 

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“Do you want some water?” I heard her voice as if from a distance. I snapped into consciousness. I felt incredible pain on every part of my body. Maggs must have sensed my panic.

“Yes, please,” I whispered.

She brought the bottle toward my mouth and tipped the water into it. The cold water splashed on my face. “I have to give my clients lots of water when it gets so hot these days.” She smiled at me. My skin was burning from the blows she gave me.

 

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“I’ll make easier for you to drink.” She released my feet and propped my chest up with some pillows.

The water cooled my parched mouth and washed some of the spittle from the corners of my lips.

“You remember what you said,” she prompted, “about suffering for me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you still feel that way?”

“Yes.”

“I like it when you’re suffering that way,” she smiled, “if you want to stay with me there will be plenty more of this. Are you ok with that?”

“yes.” I felt as if I were making a commitment.

“Good,” she beamed, “maybe you’ll eventually come around to liking this?”

“I hope so,” I said.

 

 

 

Sex should be a perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Without that symmetry, sex becomes a routine rather than an indulgence – de Sade

 

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Are we dating, or just having sex?

I’ve been in a several-night stand relationship with Maggie for some time.

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She calls me late at night and I come over. The sex is great.

Guys tell me how they envy my situation of sex without the relationship. If sex with Maggie was just vanilla, maybe I’d agree with them. But I have an intense longing for her. I want to be with her more, like on a date. And yet she keeps pushing me away every time I bring up the subject about ‘us’.

 

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Should I go or should I stay? I just wish I knew where I was with Maggie.

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She just texted me. I gotta go!

 

Black Moon, pt. 3

Maggie kissed me goodbye and drove off to see her Pet.

I watched the tail lights recede down the street. I felt like she left me…again. I hoped to be her pet for the weekend but she went off to be with one of her former pets.

I didn’t want to return to my room . Several of my roomies would probably be there watching the game, drinking beer. Nothing wrong with that…but just not what I was expecting tonight.

I returned to the bar. There were a few people inside. The bartender was clearing tables and wiping them down.

“Hey Ken,” he said, “what’s up?”

“I just saw Maggie off,” I said a little forlorn. I took one of the stools a the bar.

“Oh,” he glanced at me, “sorry ’bout that, bro!”

“No problem,” I replied, “it happens now and then.”

“Well,” he continued, “I’m closing up but you’re welcome to stay a while.”

“Thanks,”

“Another drink?”

“Yeah,” I felt comforted, “I could use another.”

“Your usual? I’ll have it for you in a couple of minutes.” He collected the empty glasses in his tray of and set them into the sink. He checked his mobile and texted into it. I looked around. The other patrons were putting their coats on and leaving.

“Here’s your drink, ” he said.

“Thanks,” I said, “how soon before you close?”

“We’re closed now,” he said and went to the front door,  locked the dead bolt and turned the “open” sign around. “But you can stay. My partner, Marie,  is coming down to help me close.”

“Thanks guy,” I said. Marie usually served lunch at the bar. I had chatted with her now and then.

Marie came in from the back door.

“Hey Kenny,” she said, “how’s it going?”

“OK,  I guess.”

“OK?”, she looked at me, “you seem a little sad?”

“Well,” I said, “I was hoping to hang out with Maggie but she left.”

“Yeah,” Marie smiled, “she’s a hard one to pin down.” She began wiping the bar. “Maybe you’d like to hang out with us tonight?”

“Yeah,” I looked up at her. Her strawberry hair accents complimented her smile. “I’d like that.”

“Well, if you help us close up we can play a little,” she grinned.

I’d been to the backroom with Jake. He was huge and very skilled at using his cock. Marie was cute in her tight jeans as she bent over to put supplies under the sink.

I helped them place chairs on top of the tables and swept the floor. Jake followed me with the mop. We were done in a few minutes.

“Have you seen our dungeon?” Jake asked.

“I’ve been down there a few times.” I had been to some parties in the dungeon with Maggie & her friends but I didn’t see much because it was so dark and crowded.

“would you like to join us down there tonight?”

“Cool.” I tried to cover for my fear and insecurity. I had bottomed for Jake before but without any bondage.  I had never done a session with both Jake and Marie.

He picked up a satchel he had under the bar, Marie carried a smaller bag and they walked to the stairs.

“To the dungeon we go,” Jake said. Marie laughed. I followed them down the stairs.

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Ropes and chains were hanging from the hooks that were attached to the wooden ceiling  beams. A large ring was suspended near the center of the room. A few suspension racks were arranged around the room. Several bondage crosses were leaning against one of the walls. Spanking benches and bondage tables filled the middle of the room.  Some slings filled the corners of the room.

“So what would you like tonight?” Jake asked me.

“I’d like to try out this spanking bench”, I pointed to one of the benches.

“What would you like us to do?”

“spank and flog my butt,” I answered.

“OK,” Jake said, “lets do it”. I stripped down to my shorts and walked over to the bench.

“I can leave one of your hands unbound if you like,” he said.

“No, I’d like it if you tied both wrists and ankles”, I said. I felt Marie would protect me from Jake getting a little too rough. I bent over the bench, placed my knees on the bottom supports and my arms into the arm rests. Jake fastened the straps for my arms and legs.

Jake felt my butt with his hand. He started spanking it lightly. I liked the firmness of his touch.

“Do you want something harder?” he asked.

“Yes.” I said.

“I have this soft leather strap you might like.” He pulled out a leather strap from his bag and displayed it before me.

“Yes,” I’d like that. It was similar to one Maggie used on me.

Marie came over to the front of the bench and touched my cheek.

“would you like me to flog your back?” she asked.

“Yes, ” I said as Jake brought the leather strap hard on my butt, “please”, I choked a little.

Marie picked out a brown suede flogger from Jake’s bag and began lightly swishing it across my bare back. My breathing picked up.  Jake alternated his swings with Marie’s in a rhythm to my flinching.  The pain rushed to my head.

“Harder, Ken?” she asked.

“Yes,” I gasped as another hard swat on my other butt cheek. Marie pulled back and applied hard strokes of the flogger across my shoulders.

Marie and Jake worked me over to the point where I was shaking.  My body was sweating from the heat on my skin. I felt a rush of warmth from my but to my head. I adjusted to the steady rhythm of their spanks and flogging. I wanted this to last all night.

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“Whew,” Marie said, “I don’t know about you, Jake, but I need a break.”

“Yeah,” Jake said to her, “I’m thirsty.”

“You want some cold water?” he asked me.

“Yeah.” I began to regain consciousness. My back and butt was warm from the impact play they had done with me.

They released me. We went to the mini bar. Jake pulled some waters out of the small refrigerator and we began drinking.

“You really like this, Ken?” Marie asked.

“Yes,” I said, “I usually get this from Maggie when we play.”

“I thought so,” she said.

“How can I thank you?” I asked.

“You can help me play with Jake.” She looked toward Jake. “Tell Ken what you want.”

“I’d like you two to suspend me on that rack,” he pointed to one of the structures in the room,  “beat me and make me cum.”

We walked to the rack. Jake removed all of his clothes and attached his wrist and ankle cuffs. He raised his arms up to the upper part of the frames.  I stood on a low stool and attached the rings of his wrist cuffs to the chains hanging from the hooks at the corners. Marie attached his ankle cuffs. Jake’s arms and legs were now spread out on the rack.

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“Jake likes this flogger, Ken,” she retrieved a black leather flogger from his bag and handed it to me.

“I’m going to use the quirt on his butt,” she said as she pulled a black two-pronged short strap from his bag.

“Ready Jake?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“Ready Ken?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said as I raised the flogger. I remembered the way Maggie flogged me and  I began slapping the strands across Jake’s chest in a similar manner.

“Harder, Jake?”

“Yes, Ken, ” he gasped as Marie struck one of his butt cheeks with the quirt. It made a loud slapping sound, “harder!” he yelled.

I struck his chest faster in both directions, overlapping each stroke with the one I used before. I learned this from Maggie. She would say: “I’m spreading my strokes so you’ll feel it all over”.

I could see Jake’s chest turn a reddish glow. Marie and I continued working him over. I could feel the heat radiate from his skin. I brushed against his legs and felt his erect cock sticking out. I took it in my hand and massaged the skin up and down, squeezing lightly at the tip. Jake began moaning.

“He really likes that,” Marie said. She encouraged me to play with his huge member. I couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees and took it in. Jake moaned louder. Each slap of Marie’s strap drove his cock further into my mouth.

“Uuuh!” Jake cried out as he released big gob of his junk into my throat. I worked behind his tip and milked more from him as he writhed in an ecstatic motion. Marie hit him harder and more of his juice rushed from the base of his dick to his tip.

When Jake was spent I released him and stood. Marie approached me and pulled me by the hair toward her. She parted my lips with her tongue. She pilled a gob of Jake’s cum from my mouth. “Mmmm,” she said.

Marie and I kissed for a while while Jake had sunk into his bonds. Our lips were making smacking noises from the tack of Jake’s stuff. Jake moaned softly.

“I guess we should release Jake,” Marie said. I unhooked his wrists while Marie unhooked his ankles. We both helped Jake to the bed where he collapsed. He was shuddering from the beating he received. We felt colder from the night air of the dungeon. Marie laid on one side of Jake while I was on the other. We placed our arms around him to warm him.

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Eventually Jake turned and kissed Marie while he was rubbing my erection. She sighed. He turned and kissed me.

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“Now”, he said, “it’s Marie’s turn”

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How can she be a #domme if she subs?

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I mentioned a few posts ago that Maggi & I have been switching lately. She came home one night after a session with one of her regular male subs and said:

“You remember when we talked about switching earlier today?”

“Yes,” I said as I removed her coat. She was in a tight PVC suit with a wide leather belt, thigh-high fishnets coming out of her high-heeled leather boots.

“I want you to do that tonight.”

It wasn’t long before I tied her wrists and ankles with the ropes she used on me. I placed a blindfold over her eyes. I placed my collar on her neck and attached a leash to one of the rings. I tugged her toward me and held her from behind. I scraped my nails over  her chest and pinched her nipples through the outfit.

“Take me,” she commanded. I was immediately stiff from her order. I wanted to take her right then but I decided to warm her up to it.

I bent her over the bed and held her leash in one hand and a paddle in the other. We began a lengthy spanking session. I got even more turned on when I heard her moans and whimpers from the smacks she was receiving.

I saw a wetness form at the bottom of her butt. I knew it was time. I unzipped her catsuit, pushed her panties and stockings down on her legs. I lubed her butt and my cock and slowly entered her from the back.

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EndlessSoliloquy wrote:

It’s a wondrous feeling. Heady, even., being able to experience both of these amazing mindsets, to feel both predator and prey, sadist and masochist, top and bottom.. Yes, I tend slightly more toward the dominant side, but my submissive side has often come calling…

The real satisfaction lies in the hunt, in feeling my inner Domme respond to the submissive aura of someone I love.

And wrapped around that core is a bubbly, silly little submissive who loves nothing more than to hear that I’ve done well, whether it be in the bedroom or not…

Maggs  still  dominates  me…but I really love it when she orders me to take her!

 

 

 

 

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“I don’t know what to do with you,” Maggs said. I was sitting quietly at her feet cleaning her boots and leather toys.

“You’re such a good boy,” she placed her hand on my hand and ran her fingers through my hair. “I’m looking for a slave-husband someday but I’m not sure about you.”

“What do you mean,  Magg?”  My heart sank a little. I thought we had an understanding. I was her sex-slave and that was all there was to our relationship for now.

“You’re good with your tongue,” she said. “No guy has liked me as much as you.”

“I want you very much,” I said not sure of what else I could say.

“Have you ever thought about our future?” she asked.

“I’d want to stay with you,” I said.

“Is that all?”

“There could be more but you and I agreed to take things day by day.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she said, “but tell me about what else you’d like?”

“I want to be your man,” I said, “but I understand you have issues about guys so maybe we can work something out?”

“You’re not like those guys,” she said. “I’m not worried that you’re going to take over my life.”

“I’m careful not to do that, ”  I said, “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to be closer to me,” she gripped my hair and pulled. My dick began to swell. I understood what she meant.

“What would you like?”

“You know I like to torture guys.”

She has bdsm sessions with guys where she ties them up and beats them until she is aroused. She will  come home and have a huge orgasm when I service her.

“I know we’d agreed that you’d be my sex-slave, ” she said. “I want that, but I also want you to suffer more for me. I want you to take more pain than what you’re used to.”

“I’m all for that,” I said. I caught myself accepting something I dreaded. But this was what Magg wanted from me all along. I want a deeper relationship with her. Maybe if I accept more pain we will get closer. “What would you like?”

“Go into the bedroom and stand at the foot of our bed,” she whispered into my ear as she bit into my neck.

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I attached my ankle cuffs to the foot of the bed posts and secured one of my arms to the d-ring at the top on of one of the posts. Magg came in and secured the other arm to the top of the other post.

“Lets begin with some light flogging.” She whipped my back with a flogger.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Good, ” she stepped back to check her work. She picked one of the leather slappers from the rack. “Now for something a little harder.”

The noise of the slapper was scarier than the actual pain. A little heat radiated from my chest to my head.

She slipped a blindfold over my eyes. She rubbed my chest and circled her hand around one of my nipples and pulled on it.

“Ow,” I felt a pinch on the nipple from what felt like a clamp.

“Too tight?”

“No,” I gasped, “it’s about right.”

She squeezed my other nipple and attached another clamp to it.

Magg attached a ring around my cock and balls. She tied my balls. I felt a tug on my sack as if  it was pulled down by a heavy weight. My dick was straining upward.

She picked up her crop and hit my dick and nipples.

I felt sharp pinches all over my chest and thighs from pegs.

More slaps of the crop on my dick and nipples. My skin felt like it was on fire. I felt a warm surge go up my spine to my head.  The slapping became more intense. I began to pull away from the blows to my body.

“Are you flinching? ”

“Yes, it’s beginning to hurt!” I was breathing in short gasps.

“Lets take it slow, now,” she said. “Take a deep breath.”

I inhaled deep.

“That’s it Ken,” she said, “breathe slowly. Five counts in and five counts out.”

I followed her direction. Five counts in, five out. Her voice had a melody that relaxed me.

“I want you to hold your breath for a count of 2. You can exhale after I hit you.”

I inhaled and held my breath. She waited for a few seconds and hit my chest with the slapper. I exhaled.

“Good boy,” she said, “Lets keep up this rhythm.”

I inhaled. She hit me harder. I exhaled. She repeated the cycle. The pain became more intense. I felt detached from the pain of the strokes on my chest and a rush of heat to my head. I could hear the slapping and feel the heat on my skin like a vigorous massage. I lost count of how many blows I took. I  lost control. I  got high.

She yanked on the pegs and ripped them off. A  rush of blood shot through my veins. I felt ecstasy.

“Do you want more?” she said.

“Yes, please” I begged.She unhooked me from the posts and turned my body around. I placed my arms and legs in position and she hooked my wrist and ankle cuffs to the bedposts. I felt a slow buildup of strokes against my back and butt. My mind slipped back into the  warm euphoric sensation. I was hooked on pain.

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“Here,” she said, “take a sip of this.” I felt something push against my lips. A stream of cold water flowed into my mouth. I felt the liquid go down my throat and into my stomach. I began to reenter my body. My skin felt tingly. I was tied to Magg’s bedposts for a long time. I wanted to kiss her but I couldn’t move.

“Hold still,” she said. I felt a refreshing coolness on my back. Her touch reminded me of a time when I received treatment for sunburn. Her hand gripped my cock and rubbed it up and down . I came into her hand. She spread the sticky goo on my lips and forced her fingers into my mouth.

“Swallow it, ” she said.  I sucked my cum from her  fingers.

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I knelt before her as she sat on the edge of the bed. I felt sharp jolts of pain as her finger traced over the welts on my back..

“You’ve been a very good boy tonight,” she said, “I think I’m going to keep you.” She opened her legs .

I began kissing her thighs as she slowly pulled me into her. “I want to be yours,” I said.  I was happy for our evening together.  I licked her lips,  sucked her nub and worshiped her.

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I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt the pain of the welts all over my body. I turned toward Magg and gazed at her outline in the dim light of the night. She was breathing deeply in her sleep.

I had suffered for Maggie. It was the most intense pain I had ever felt. I wanted her more than ever.

 

How I learned to love a spanking…from a woman

 

I liked spankings from guys but I was afraid of one from Maggs. She was disappointed in me for backing out. I promised her I would give it a serious effort. Tonight was our night.

We went to the dungeon for “Spank Night”. I  stripped down to my leather harness,  we checked our clothes and went in.

There were vendors selling spanking toys. I bought a paddle with a heart opening and offered it as a valentine gift to her.

“You know I  will use it on you tonight,” she said.

“I hope you will,” I said, a little nervously.

A Domme began spanking a guy on the stage. We watched as she wielded the flogger, strap and cane. We were getting turned on.

“Come with me,” she said, “lets find a place to play.”

We walked to the end of the large room and found a partitioned area with a couch.

“I’m going to go real slow this time,” she said, “you tell me if I should slow down or speed up.”

She started rubbing oil on my cheeks and playing with the plug I had inserted. She wrapped a leather strip around my cock & balls and yanked it.

“Feel good?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” I was getting hard.

She started with light flogging. “You ok so far?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

She pulled back and swung harder. I could hear the strips race through the air and smack my skin. “Harder?” she asked.

 

She began to flog my back.

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I could feel the warmth on my skin. A sensation of heat went from up my spine to my head. I began sweating and feeling as though I was watching her strike me from above. I didn’t feel the pain very much.

“Now for that nice paddle you got me,” I think she said. I could hear the noisy slapping and feel the thud on my butt but somehow the pain wasn’t as much as I expected.

“You’re going to be my valentine,” she said. She pulled back and smacked each cheek really hard. I became delirious.

We went back to her place and had the greatest sex ever.

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You always hurt the one you love

So If I broke your heart last night
It’s because I love you most of all

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