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!

 

Lets Talk…

“The only time I see her lately is for late-night sex,” I told Jake the bartender.  I was feeling a bit used by Maggie.

“You should tell her what you want,” he said.

“I’d like to,” I said, “but it always ends up the same way.”

“A lot of guys would envy your situation,” he said, “maybe just go with it for awhile.”

My phone ringed. It was a text from Maggie: “Tonight at 2 OK 4 U?

I quickly replied with my fingers on the mobile: “OK

“Well,” I finished my drink, “I’ll take your advice and tell her tonight.”

“Good!”

“but first another drink!”

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I arrived at Maggie’s promptly. She let me in. She was in her latex catsuit.

“Come on in, Kenny!” she said cheerily.

“Good to see you again, Miss!” I said, “you know we should talk!”

“Talk?” she said, “It’s late and what would you want to talk about?”

“Us,” I said.

“Is something wrong?” she glanced at my expression.

“No,” I said, “everything’s perfect”

“Good,” she smiled, “then let’s get on with it. Take off your clothes.”

“But,” I protested, “shouldn’t we talk?”

“You remember when you first met me you agreed to do everything I told you?”

“Yes.”

“well then, off with your clothes and stand over there,” she pointed to the rack suspension near the wall.

I slipped my shorts down and walked over to where she was standing.

“Hands forward,”  she said. She tightened the shackles on my wrists. “Spread your legs”. She attached more shackles on my ankles. In a few moments, my arms were tied to the rings at the top of the rack and my feet to the rings at the bottom.

She brought a leather flogger toward my face. “You like the smell of new leather?”

“Yes,” I gasped at the long stiff leather strands.

“You’ll be the first to feel it!” She stepped behind me and began lashing my back and butt.

“Ow!” I began to feel the sharp sting.

“Baby!”

“Please!”

“Yes?”

“Ummm”,  I released the tension on my shoulders and felt the heat from the blows of her whip.

The whipping went on for a while. I lost track of the time. She brought out the leather paddle and spanked my butt.

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I blanked out either from tiredness or the surge of warmness I felt. She released me from the rack.

“What do you say?” she asked me.

“Thank you, Miss!”

“Good boy. Now serve me.” She walked into the bedroom and I followed her. She slipped off her latex pants and pushed her underwear down to the floor.

“Kiss me back here”, she pointed to her butt.

I followed her direction as she bent over.

“Lick it up and down”.

I followed the path of her fingers. Eventually, she walked away.

She sat at the edge of the bed. “Kneel here” she pointed to a spot in front of her legs.

I knelt before her as she spread her legs open and tugged my hair, pulling me toward her.

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I worshipped her for a long time.

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“Now,” she said, “what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“I’d like to go on a date with you.”

“Silly boy,” she laughed, “this is a date!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

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it hurts so much.

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

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

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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“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.”

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“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.

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