His chains

There is a great freedom when I am in His chains. They let me just be, concentrate on Him and cumming and sex and tasks and I feel free. I am put into the metal cuffs, wrist and ankle, metal collar which fits like a dream. I am of course naked, presenting myself fully for Him. This is how He likes it and I love to be naked for Him. He worked on my degrading tasks, which I hated. Then He took me another space, a space I have never been before and I floated in my chains. The location was the spanking bench, the implements were many. He managed to break His paddle on my arse, I got it all and usually I hate pain, but after a while I stopped feeling, the thuds were there, ripping through my body but they were not followed by pain. I transcended pain. I floated away from that bench and focused on His affirmations after every strike. 

"We are going to continue on each affirmation until I like what I am hearing and I feel satisfied, before going onto the next position/implement/affirmation. And we are going to use this to build up your submissiveness too."

- You are the man of this house, Sir

- Sir, you lead and I obey

- I am your Slut / your Bitch / your Fuck Toy / your Slave

- My body belongs to you Sir

- (finally) Thank you for punishing me Sir

My focus lay on speak these, or counting my strikes. Finally I was done and begged to end. I needed off the bench but my legs wouldn’t work, my mind was gone and my eyes felt glazed. He has taken me to Subspace and I felt amazing. I didn’t feel my arse, which was well and truely caned. He had even drawn blood. I curled up on the floor, He rubbed me, put cream on my burning arse and used feathers to bring me back down to the real world. But I was still in His chains. 

Later I cooked Him dinner and we enjoyed some chill time. Cooking dinner in wrist cuffs that have a small chain is difficult but I enjoyed the challenge. For Him. I wanted to prove I could take it, whatever He throws at me I can do it. 

After dinner He needed to pop to the shops, so I was chained to His radiator. Just in case I was going anywhere (naked locked in chains, I doubt it!). I felt safe being kept like that. I am His and he likes to keep me in His chains. It’s where I feel most comfortable. 

Initial Training - Part 1

So the next time we meet this Thursday I want you to simply obey Me after you enter the flat. You will follow Me unconditionally and without hesitation.

What you need to appreciate tomorrow is that you are no longer required to think, Slut. I only require you to obey.

I don't care if you think you are submissive enough for this or that, or not. I am only concerned with your obedience to Me.

He wrote in his message. I do struggle with total submission but this was about him taking full control, and me giving into it. It was about my training to be what he wanted. We are starting this path together and it is certainly extremely exciting. 

I had a list of rules. Rules to make me compliant and submissive. 

1. Do not speak unless spoken to or permission to speak has been granted

2. You will remain naked at all times when in My service, unless I choose otherwise. Your body belongs to me to use as I see fit, including full and multiple use of your pleasure holes. You are Sir's special 3 hole girl now. A compliant fuck toy.

3. You will use the honourific 'Sir' at all times and acknowledge My instructions, when appropriate.

4. You will NOT attempt to free yourself from any restraint without permission.

These instructions were clear, with punishments outlined for misbehaviour. I was obviously excited to be given such outlines for a session. He went on to explain all about punishments and justify all rules and outline the session. Thursday couldn’t come soon enough. 

He met me at the front door and we climbed the stairs to his flat in near silence, an air of apprehension between us. I entered the flat and immediately stripped before him. I knelt submissively. 

Next he tried out his new cable ties and had me in a hogtie, it was strict and difficult to hold. He attached a collar. I had a few swats to my ass. He likes my immobility and so did I, my pussy gave me away. 

After untying me he had me kneel in-front of him and we practiced holding positions. I am not a naturally still person, so move about and wriggle, especially if uncomfortable. I was given quite the lecture about how he wanted a still slave, one who could be taken out and it is obvious how his slave had been trained to hold positions. Some of the positions we tried were stressful, some damn right demeaning. Lying face down on the floor with his boot on my back was an example of this. Then he attached my chains, the long chain to my collar and my ankle cuffs. With this he decided to attach a bell. This one act was to prove one of the biggest headfucks of the entire session. Next my writs we put into cuffs, the horrid uncomfortable and sharp ones that cut into my wrists, I hate these. He had me crawl around two small weights he placed on the floor, back and forth in different ways. It was difficult and degrading and I really hated it. The mind fucks continued when we were finished and I asked to use the loo. He switched now. He had a sadistic look on his face. "Yes in the bucket." "Please Sir, I don’t want to piss in a bucket." I replied. He was gone now, in his element. So he adored me with bells to add to the collar one. Nipple bells. Then to add to my degradation training, he had me jiggle my tit bells to make them ring, with my hands above my head. Then a lead was attached to my collar and he had me crawl on my, now sore, knees all the way down the hall to the bathroom. 

This next step was to prove my most challenging part of the night. Before me was a bucket. I squatted over it and he held tightly onto my lead. I couldn’t look him in the eye, I was so intimidated and ashamed. I moaned to him about how I couldn’t go, eventually though I pissed in the fucking bucket, while he smirked. He even read the blurb on the back of the feminine wipes he had to wipe my ass. Degraded and humiliated, I knelt while he washed out my piss bucket. I couldn’t look him in the eye. He then lead me back to the main room on my lead and allowed me, after I had to beg, to sit on the sofa. I was angry. Really angry, I felt the shame of what he had made me do and it made me cross. I needed to escape this feeling, to be hurt or beaten to get back into the headspace, because I didn’t want him touching me now, he had made me so cross.

This is when he decided to make a call. So instead of leaving me to stew in my anger, he had me kneel in a stress position, nose to wall, hands on head while he made the call. This did nothing for my mood but everything for my headspace. My submission was getting deeper, I didn’t move a muscle. Talk about a turn around! 

The phone call was ended and he had a lovely treat of my favourite wine, this softened me slightly, again he had gone to so much effort. But I needed a beating. So of course he obliged and tied me to his spanking bench. This time there was no wooden panel, just some well crafted leather paddles. We practiced some numbered beatings, one for soft and 10 for intense. I got to around 9, the pain softened me and made me forget my shame somehow. This is hard to articulate but it was somehow cleansing. I finally safe-worded and he untied me. We spent some more time cuddling, cooking dinner and drinking wine. He cared for me, chatted to me and stroked me. His aftercare skills are second to none. 

After some bondage porn and food we decided to try out his amazing bondage bed. Set up in his office was his sofa bed, leather straps to hold down his willing victim and two dildos to insert, on the end of long sticks. He had me put on my sensory deprivation hood, which I hate, and inserted the penis gag. The stupid bell collar stayed on sadly. A chain was attached around my middle, with my arms and legs spread-eagle there was no movement. He tested my bonds with the electric zapper, no escaping that particular torment sadly. 

Then came my pussy flogging. It was a warm sensation. Not too painful but enough to wake me up a bit. This was rapidly followed by placing the wand there. Another explosive orgasm and I started rolling through to the next. He has a way of building them and then I am on some amazing orgasm roll, my body just keeps going, my mind is somewhere else. Tied and gagged like that I was helpless to do anything about it, and in a state of complete joy. I did finally have to test the gagged safeword we decided on because my pussy had become over sensitive.  

Finally he untied me, let me put on the pink bed restraints and we curled up, I passed out from sheer physical exhaustion, happy and contented to not be on the floor, but by his side. 

Morning came and between dozing there was fucking, I love it when he fucks my ass and I can use a wand on my clit. My orgasms are insane from this, he did it twice, also came in me twice. Nothing quite like going back to sleep with his cum trickling out of my ass. Later in the morning, after a delicious breakfast he cooked while I assisted, naked in collar and cuffs and stupid little bell, he placed his hands around my neck as I masturbated. It was utterly amazing. I have a thing about being strangled and he took me right to the brink so my whole body felt alive and tingly. Obviously more cumming ensued. I managed to squirt all over the sheets I had just changed, opps! 

The bondage flat

It all started with Insex videos. The classic bondage channel made by the incomparable PD. We had this in common and had found out. So we started messaging, sharing videos and comparing our love for the rather dark and neiche porn. This lead to our first date, which comprised of him weaving his way through the crowds at Pride to make it to where I was standing watching the parade. He battled the hoards of rainbow adorned Londoners and made it. This made me instantly impressed at his perseverance and we wandered off to find a quiet place to chat. I was feeling frisky and just wanted to kiss him, but he was a little shy. I got my kiss and it was as good as I thought it would be, which gave me excitement for what might come later. 

We had our drink and carried on flirting and talking about our shared kinks, it really did seem like we aligned in so many fantasies we had yet to play out. Things we both found hot but neither had really tried. 

We went our separate ways after that and he went off to prepare for tomorrow’s date. Really it was a pre organised play session as we both knew I was going back to his after lunch, being the slut that I am! 

I partied a little hard that night so felt suitably ripe when Sunday morning arrived, however I made my way over to his part of town. He met me at the station and we headed to lunch. There was an air of anticipation as we ate and chatted. We both knew it was going to get exciting. I felt drawn to him, he is able to open up and explain his desires so articulately. It is easy to chat. 

Finally we walked along his street, butterflies started to build. I really needed this. We walked up the stairs. "You need to follow my instructions as soon as we enter." I am not always known for my following of instructions, and wanted to challenge him. But as soon as we walked in he gave me no room to challenge. I was stripped, arms bound above my head with horrid cable ties and legs together. There he explored my body, felt my wetness and prepared my next position. He started with the chains. I had explained that I have a thing about being bound in chains, it has connotations for me that excite me. So he collared me, linked the collar to harsh cuffs and then shackled leg cuffs on. The issue was I couldn’t quite stand full coins in this way. It felt completely humiliating as he led me to the mirror to take a look, naturally I was wet! 

We then had a tour of his flat. I was blown away at the dungeon he had created. There was bondage everywhere. Firstly I had a good look into the room I was standing in. In one corner was a home crafted spanking bench with an entire basket of hitting implements. Then in the corner he had created a bondage bed with his sofa bed, with enough clamps, electricity play sets and gags to fill a soho store. On the fireplace were his extensive selections of anal plugs and dildos. 

The next room had thousands of ropes and lengths of chains, more toys and implements and gags. The rest of the flat had chains attached to every radiator, following a conversation I had said that this was a fantasy, he had thought about everything. I was impressed.

The then had me carry a tray of drinks and snacks to the sitting room. This is not easy when shackled in bloody chains, but I made it. My pride was short lived when he told me where to place myself next. A massive hand weight was on the floor, he had me kneel down and put my bound hands under the weight and locked them to my collar. I was welland truely stuck. To make matters more uncomfortable my toes were cuffed together, a hideous contraption that completely immobilised my legs. With my top half down my ass was left exposed. "This is my chance to try some implements on you, are you ready?" He said with glee. Not much I could do. He tried out some hitty things on my ass. Some stung more than others, but I really got nervous when he reached for the cattle prod. To make matters worse he blindfolded me and placed some rather extreme porn on headphones in my ears. The screams of the woman being tortured mixed with my immobility sent my head reeling. I had mixed emotions of fear and excitement. But it all happened so quickly I let my body go with what was happening, tried not to fight it. 

Finally I was untied from this position and moved to the sofa. It was movie time. I had gone over to watch this documentary after all so just to ensure I wasn’t going anywhere, he attached my collar to a chain going around the radiator. As I said, he had thought of everything. We relaxed into the film, but the issue was there were so many women being used, so much porn, it got us both a little excited. So he decided to share his toy with me. Some wonderful wand with an array of attachment heads. Wow. After a bit of this directly on my clit I started to roll through a series of orgasms and squirted all over his sofa. Quite the mess, clearly I was turned on by what we had done up to that point. 

The movie was over and there was more from the ‘bondage flat’ to try. This time we made our way to the spanking bench. Now I have not tried much impact but I felt I could trust him so down I went, tied face down and bum in air, not before he tagged me with a horrid penis gag and wrapped my mouth just in case. He started with a stinger. The glass rode. Wow, it stung, really bad. He was clearly getting excited by the marks he was making. He moved through the paddles, each on had a special feature, some a short sharp sting, others and burning sting that lasted longer. I took a fair bit, my ass was beginning to burn. This is when he brought out the wooden paddle. Ouch. That was when I freaked out and called red through my gag. I managed to reach under and unclip my cuffs. I needed out fast. 

He knows how to give after care. We spent the rest of the evening chilling and chatting, we talked and talked about everything. It felt like the hitting had made way to connect us. We ended the evening in bed, where he rubbed cream in my burning and bruised ass and massaged my entire body. It was the most perfect way to relax. Then the touching led to sex, he fucked my pussy and quickly moved to my ass. Another resounding orgasum ripped through me. I was spent. 

I fell asleep in his pink collar and cuff set, attached by ropes to his bed. Contented. 

The Monday morning arrived with a hard cock that needed seeing to, half asleep I offered my pussy. He used it, then again we fucked in the ass and I was now woken with another orgasm. What a way to wake up. While fucking me from behind he grabbed the rope attached to my collar and pulled so hard the chain popped off... opps! 

Still locked in his cuffs, we made our way to his kitchen. He is a great cook and I worked around him, making coffee and cleaning up. It kind of felt right, me being naked apart from pretty pink cuffs. As the sun poured through his kitchen window, we enjoyed the delicious breakfast he had prepared. Naturally one thing led to another and I found myself tied to the wall practicing oral on a fulfilling, chain attached to my collar. Boobs bound and sore. I wasn’t doing it right so I go another go at the glass rod on my bruised ass. He relented after a while and plugged my ass and used his lovely little wand on my pussy. This, mixed with the way I was bound and the fact I still had to suck the rubber cock attached to the wall made me start to go somewhere else, things went blurry, my eyes started to roll and I struggled to keep myself upright. It was another sensational orgasm and I really was spent. I could hardly keep myself up but couldn’t get away until he had unlocked my collar to the wall chain. Wow! 

I can’t wait for round two if this was round one. What a way to spend 24 hours.