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!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black Moon, pt. 2

I walked behind Maggie along the narrow hallway that lead to the back room of the bar. She was wearing a schoolgirl skirt, leather corset, white blouse, black stockings and high goth boots. I gazed at her muscular thighs as she struted forward. I was getting hot.

She unlocked the door and we stepped in. The room had stacks of liquor cases at one end and a small table at the other. We walked to the table. She turned and pulled my head toward her and kissed me.

“Silly boy, I won’t hurt you!” She slapped my face playfully and sat on the edge of the table. “Now kneel and pull out your cock.”

I knelt before her and pulled out my stiff member. She checked her mobile and set it on the table.

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“Lift up my skirt,” she said. I lifted the fabric. She was wearing a skimpy black thong. “Take it off”.

I slipped the thong to the top of her boots.

“Now kiss me,” she said.

I went in.

“Deeper,” she gasped, “I want to feel that tongue” She opened her lips with her fingers and I dove in deeper. My tongue moved in and out of her.

In minutes she was moaning. “I’m coming,” she said. I started to hum and vibrate her with my tongue. She yelped loudly.

The door opened. The bartender stuck his head in. “Oh, excuse me, I heard something and didn’t realize you were still in here” he said, “I’ll come back later”.

“Unnh”, she groaned. Her mobile chirped.

 

She glanced at the mobile. “I just got a message from Pet – he’s coming!”

Shoot..I’m coming! I shot my load into her thong.

 

“I’m sorry,” I said

 

“That’s ok,” she said as she pulled up her thong.

“Don’t you want me to lick that up?” I asked.

“No” she said, “I’m going to gag Pet with it.”

“Pet has a fetish for that?”

“Yeah,” she went on, “I’ll tell him it’s from you.”

****

We got dressed.

“Walk with me to my car,” she said.

As we walked past the bar she gave the key to the bartender. “Thanks Jake!” she smiled .

“No problem,” he said.

****

When we got to her car she turned and pulled me to her. We kissed.

“I’m going to miss you, Magg!” I said.

“Don’t wait up for me,” she said, “I’ll be with Pet all night and tomorrow he’ll take me shopping for toys.”

“OK,” I said and tried to conceal my disappointment.

“But you have a good time tonight,” she said, “Maybe we’ll go to the dungeon tomorrow evening.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I’d like that.”

“Thatta boy,” She kissed me again. “I’ll text you tomorrow,” she stepped into her car and drove off.

 

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Black Moon – pt. 1

Can’t CU tonight. I’ll be @ Sadies @ 6. B there.” the text from Maggie popped up on my mobile while I was watching the moon disappear in an eclipse.

I felt anxious.  Was my relationship – if you call it that – with Maggie,  over…again? I felt a lump in my throat.

The guys at work were swilling beers in the company break room while we watched the moon. The sales dept. treated us to a big spread of chips & beer as they told us about the new clients they signed on this week.

When the booze was almost gone, people started slipping out for the night.

“Hey Kenny,” my shiftmate, Tim,  said, “we’re all going to Sadies, wanna join us?”

****

 

Some of us carpooled to the bar. I figured my buds would give me some support if Maggie dumped me. I wasn’t looking forward to meeting her like this.

“So,” Tim asked as he pulled out of the parking lot, “You still seeing Maggie?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I answered absently. My mind was elsewhere. I kept going over what I might have said or done that might make her drop me.

****

“Kenny!” Maggie was sitting at a table by herself sipping a red wine.

“Can I get you anything?” I offered.

“No,” she said, “Just sit. I have to tell you something.”

Usually she directs me to fetch her something or kneel by her feet. I took a seat directly across from her.

“You remember Mark?” she asked.

“You mean your former…”

“Pet,” she said, “before you”.

“Yeah,” That Mark. I met him here a few nights ago. We did some things in the back room. He was really huge.  Did she know?

“He’s going to stay the night with me,” she drew my hands toward her and  looked at my expression, “I just want you to know it’s just for tonight”.

“Oh,” I tried to muster a smile.

“You’re still mine, yes?”

“I want “, I choked  quietly, “to be yours”. I  looked around the bar. My work buds were talking it up with the bartender and didn’t notice us.

“I told you when we first met I’m in an open relationship.”

“Yes, I remember,” I began to understand what she really meant.

“You’re not jealous, are you?”

“A little.”

“I understand,” she smiled, “and I think it’s kinda cute.”

“I’m doing my best to hold back and not get possessive with you.”

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“That a boy!” she pointed a finger at the floor before her feet. “Now get over here and kneel!”

I felt really shy and humiliated to kneel like this with my buds around.

“Good boy,” she turned toward me and lifted my head up to meet her gaze. “Now listen.” she whispered, “I got the key to the back room from the bartender. I have a few minutes. Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” my voice picked up. She stood up and pulled me by the ear.

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“Next time you’ll remember to wear your collar when we meet here, ” she said, “Now, follow me.”

“Yes, ma’am”.

 

She brought me into it…and I’m happy to be here

At first Maggs wanted to check out my reaction about her second job. She introduced me to the dungeon that she shares with Mistress Ella. It wasn’t too humiliating to submit to her with another Domme present. I eventually met Domme E’s slave, J and Satyr. I never thought of myself as bi until I met these guys. Now, there’s no turning back.
Maggie is a Physical Therapist by day and “Mistress M” by night. Her clients are mostly older guys. I usually pick her up at the dungeon when she’s working late. I’ll take her to her place and treat her to a warm bath, a footrub and anything else she prefers.

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“All this stuff I do with guys makes me horny,” she said as she slipped off her skirt while I was filling the tub with water.

“Come here,” she pointed to a spot before her feet, “show me how you worship me!”
I knelt before her and slipped off her stockings as she leaned on my shoulders. I began kissing my way up from her feet. She leaned back on the chair and spread her legs open.

 

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“Kiss me here,” she whispered. My tongue followed her finger as it circled around her sex. I laved it, circling from the outer labia to her moist inner lips. I’m happy to serve her this way.
We continued for a few minutes while the steam from the warm water in the flickering candlelight fogged the room in a warm red glow.
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“I want you to join me with a client,” she said. I began combing the soap from her hair.
“He wants forced bi”.
“What do I do?” I asked.
“He’ll be tied up and kneeling at your feet. You’ll get him to deep-throat you.”
“Has he ever sucked a guy?”
“He says he hasn’t but he’s had the fantasy for a long time.”
“OK,” I said. I’d had sex with guys before but not in a bdsm way. I’d topped and bottomed with Domme E’s slave J and Satyr. Sex is way more exciting when its mixed into bdsm.
“He’s in his 50’s” she looked at my expression, “are you cool with that?”

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“I haven’t had sex with older guys,” I said.
“I have some pills that will help you out.”
****

 

 

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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