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!
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