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 you ready to go to the next level?


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.



“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.



“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?”


“Do you still feel that way?”


“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


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!


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.”


“but first another drink!”


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?”


“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.




“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.


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.


I worshipped her for a long time.


“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!”










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.

“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.



“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.

“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?”

“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


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.