Fervent Night

She texted: “be here tonight as soon as you can”.

I was taken aback because Maggie usually sets up a time like, “I’ll be finishing up with my last client for the day at 2. Can you make it?”

Normally I’d drop everything and rush over but I was at work trying to get the assignment I had before tomorrow’s deadline. I told her my situation.

“That’s cool, just come over tonight, k?”

“I’ll text you when I’m leaving”.


“Be there in 15 minutes,” I texted her when I left work.

Our interest in our usual late night trysts had been diminishing lately. For me, it was lots of work and impossible deadlines. Maggie said she had booked more clients than usual. Many wanted longer sessions.

Her door was unlocked. I entered. The place was dark except a few candles in the living room and some light from the slightly open bathroom door.

“Strip and put on your collar, ” she called out from the bathroom.

I did as she ordered.

She walked out of the bathroom dressed in stockings attached to a corset. She sat on the edge of the couch.

“Kneel,” she pointed to a spot in front of her lap. As I knelt, she attached a leash to one of the d-rings on my collar. She spread her legs and pulled me into her.

I licked my lips in eager anticipation.



She twisted the handle of the leash around her fist and tugged me closer.

“suck!”, she ordered.

I immediately began licking her outer lips.

“Closer,” she tugged me closer to her.


I kissed her as close as I could get, tasting her scented lips. When I retreated for air, she tugged me back. I was turned on like I used to be with her.

I hummed and vibrated her as my tongue explored.

She moaned louder and tugged me harder than ever.




Are we dating, or just having sex?

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




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’.




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


She just texted me. I gotta go!


It isn’t what you want – it’s what she likes

When you’re in a submissive relationship with your partner you do not control the interaction. Often I wish she wouldn’t punish me as hard as she does


it hurts so much.

And then other times she’ll make me do things I’m not in the mood for


And still I run to her place anytime she calls. Maggie appreciates me when I do these things for her


She’ll give me a big hug to show how she likes me.

The Femdom Marriage


We went to a “New Age” wedding yesterday. It was a Pagan-Wiccan hand-fasting between Marissa, a dominatrix, and Peter, one of her clients.

The couple was in the front of the room. Marissa was wearing a white corset, fishnet stockings, white thigh-high boots and a crop attached to one side of a white leather belt. Peter was naked and kneeling at her side, his hands shackled behind his back. Another male sub was kneeling next to Peter.

The minister entered from a side door. “Give me your hands,” he said. Marissa unhooked Peter’s hands and presented one of his hands and one of hers to the minister. The minister joined their hands. “And now the couple will recite their vows, beginning with Peter,” he said.

“I promise to cherish, honor and obey you, Mistress Marissa, ” Peter said, “to serve and worship you, to provide for your satisfaction and pleasure at all times, and to recognize you as the sole source of any pleasure you may allow me”.

“And Mistress Marissa,” the minister said, “Are you willing to accept Peter as your devoted slave, to serve, worship and obey you?”

“I am,” Marissa said. There were sighs from many attending the ceremony.

The man next to Peter presented a collar and leash to Marissa. She attached it to Peter’s neck. She tugged the leash and raised Peter’s gaze toward her and kissed him. She went behind Peter and whipped him three times with her crop.

“And now those of you attending,” the minister said, “may come forward and whip Peter to celebrate his slave marriage to Marissa.”

We lined up and Marissa handed us her crop we used to whip Peter’s back.


At the reception Maggs and I had a moment to be alone.

“Would you ever consider marrying me like Marissa and Peter?” I asked her.

“Let me have some time to think about that,” she replied.

“I appreciate that you are at least considering this,” I said.


“Listen Ken,” she turned toward me as we drove to her apartment, “if you stay with me you will have a lifestyle of bondage and discipline even more than you have now.”

“Yes,” I said, “I understand.”

“I don’t know that you do,” Maggie said, “you realize you will have little or no freedom, no identity, no life of your own.”

“I do,” I said.


“You will let me dominate you and you will submit to me,” she said.

“Yes”, I said.

“I will not go easy on you.” she continued, “I will be cruel to you at times. I will torture you more severely and you will suffer in many more ways. You will feel much more pain than you do now.  You’ll become my masochistic pet and bring out the sadist in me.”

“Yes,” I said feeling a bit choked. I thought she was already very sadistic. I felt tremendous fear and anticipation. What am I getting into? 

“You will join the bdsm community I am part of as my property and perform as I direct you.” she said.

“Yes,” I whispered. I have already been humiliated with her friends and now she wants to bring me into the bdsm community.

“Do you want time to think about what I said?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “I need time to process this.”

“Good,” she said, “let me know what you think when you’re ready.”


“Damn” I said, “I forgot my toothbrush”.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Maggs said, “I got a spare one in the cabinet.”

“Thanks, love,” I said. At times I feel like our relationship is so natural, as if we’re a couple. And then other times she’ll throw me out because she has an old friend coming over.

I store my stuff in one of the lockers she has in the hall. If I want anything else, I have to go to my place or buy it somewhere. Luckily she had an extra toothbrush tonight. So sweet!

After I prepared for the night, I knelt beside the bed before her. She placed her hand on my head and patted it. “I would be honored if you would let me stay next to you for the night,” I said.

“You are a good boy,” she said, “I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“I understand,” I said, “I want to be with you above all else and do whatever it takes to be yours.”

“Come into bed and lie next to me,” she said.

I did as she ordered. She placed her arm around me.

“You will be mine one day,” she said.

We drifted off to sleep in our embrace.








You’re #Leashed – Get Used to It

“I’m going to have a friend over”, Maggie pointed to the floor. “I want to put your collar on”. I knelt down before her. She slipped my collar around my neck.

She clipped a dog leash into one of the loops on the collar. “now go into the kitchen and make some treats.”

Her friend Lena came over and they sat on the couch.  “Bring our drinks and the treats you made “, Maggie ordered.

I brought the tray with the drinks and food to them. Maggie took the leash and forced me to kneel before her feet.

“Are you my slave?” she pulled my face up with the leash.

“Yes,”  I was ashamed to be collared and leashed before a stranger.

“What was that, slave?” she asked. Lena was smiling.

“Yes ma’am” I cleared my throat, “I am your slave”.

“Are you mine?” Maggie asked.

“yes, I’m proud to be yours,” I said a little louder. I felt flush from the humiliation of being collared and leashed before a stranger.

“Slave,” she said, “straighten up and be our serving table”.  The women watched as I lifted the heavy tray up toward them. They started on the snacks and the drinks.

My arms began to tire from holding the tray. I tried to suppress my pain but Maggie saw I was struggling.

“Slave,” she said to me, “take the food away and finish your chores in the kitchen.” I took the tray back to the kitchen and resumed cleaning up.

Eventually Lena left. Maggie ordered me to go to her bedroom and sit on her bed .


“How do you feel about the leash?” she asked.

“I feel like you own me.”

“And do you want that?”

“Yes, ” I said, “I want to belong to you.”

“Good,” she started scraping my chest with her nails.


“You passed the test.”

“What test?” I asked.

“I wanted to know if you would accept your collar and leash when we’re with strangers.”

“I hope I did what you you expected,” I replied in an apologetic way.

“You did fine,” she said, “I wanted Lena to see you as my slave.  She invited us to her party. You’ll go with your collar and leash.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Now I want you to know what your leash is for,” she said, “stand up and bend over the bed.” I could see her attaching her strap on.


“You’re my favorite slave,” she said.




Tables are turned – on me

Lately I’m the one pursuing Maggie but she often rejects me because she’s too busy and tired. She’s seeing more clients at the dungeons and old friends are visiting for the night. I’ve returned to sleeping in my apartment after waiting long evenings for her call. I get so horny thinking about what we’ve done together but now I have to wait. I’ve almost given up at times.

But then she’ll call me late at night when I’m usually tired after a long day at work. Sometimes even guys like me are not ready for #bdsm


but with a little prodding Maggie gets me in the mood.