The minutes leading up to meeting my DOM always seem to drag on. Rarely do I get butterflies but with Him I get pterodactyls. This time, I was in the restroom getting ready. I distinctly remember our initial text exchanges where He described how I should dress to impress and how I should appear classy for Him. I always try to look my best when I present myself to Him and give Him the power to unravel my exterior and make me His perfect slut.
I deeply exhale and step out into the lobby to greet Him. A sly grin and a kiss tell me He approves as He guides me down the hall into the purple room just as I fantasized. He instructs me to kneel next to Him and I watch very carefully as He pulls items out of His bag. My eyes hopeful as ever and then I see Him slowly pulling out my collar. He helps me up and softly asks, “How do you serve Me?” I breathlessly reply, “With desire, devotion, obedience, and gratitude, Sir.” I breathe in deeply as the lock clicks into place. I try to hide my smile when He fastens a leash and proceeds to lead me around the room, letting me know of all the possibilities in store for me.
He positions me like a prop and places me against the padded bondage wall, tying my arms up as He blindfolds me. He exposes my tits and slaps them hard. I usually squirm and wiggle away to protect myself but I’m completely exposed and helplessly restrained. I can tell it pleases Him by the tone of His voice as He describes exactly that. That I couldn’t go anywhere, that I was His to play with. My senses are heightened and my body responds like a magnet to His voice and His touch. He traces His fingers down to feel my wetness and there’s no hiding how turned on I am by Him. He slaps my cunt and it only makes me want more. I beg for more of His warmth but all I get is a frigid plastic cock that He proceeds to wrap bondage tape over so it’ll stay inside my now unwilling cunt. It’s cruel, really.
When it comes to tease and denial, he has the perfect way of giving me just enough to keep me guessing but not enough to satiate my desire. His mouth and hands explore my body from my lips to my neck to my nipples, priming them for what’s to come. He pulls away and I feel the sudden chill of His warmth leaving my body. It sends a shock when I feel a firm tug on my nipples. No, not from His fingers, but clamps that He has teased me about for weeks. I breathe in deeply and smile when He tells me I’m a good girl. I’ve been conditioned to please Him and that’s all I can think of. Even with the second set of clamps, His words just echo in my head. My awareness drifts from trying to feel Him and anticipating what’s coming next to the piercing pain in my nipples. I find comfort in His voice as it calls for that magnetic force that’s been drawing out the desire I’ve had for Him since we met. He adds a set of weights to the clamps and it pulls me back to reality. Pain has a way of combining both hot and cold sensations. The only way it was offset was through other sensations like the warmth of His mouth and His touch and the coldness of His floggers as each individual strand caressed my body; followed naturally by the heat that builds with His repeated strikes to my torso. He takes me through all of this over and over again until one of the clamps decides to fall off. I scream out loud. He responds by cradling me and pulling the blindfold off my face. I am afraid to look and am shocked by the state I am in. He kisses me deeply before pulling away again to whip out His cock before me, teasing me and forcing me to lean as far forward as possible and not even come close to touching or tasting it. It’s cruel, really.
I glance at the clock and nearly two hours have gone by. The moans and murmurs from others practicing their BDSM in other rooms had hushed. My nipples are super sensitive and He teases me with a few slaps, nibbles, and bites. When He releases me from the wall, I kind of snap back into reality to assess what just happened. I look at Him and I know we’re dying to fuck each other. He instructs me to move the padded purple saw horse in front of the mirror. I position myself in a way to present my begging pussy for Him, begging for a real cock, His cock. I tried to keep my nipples from touching the leather but once He started fucking me it didn’t matter anymore. I felt completely owned and I was witnessing it through the mirror. It’s beautiful, really.
The whole experience was a perfect blend of tease & denial, pain & pleasure, all leading up to the ultimate pleasure of me fulfilling my role as His submissive. Thank you, Sir.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/48sl0x/the_purple_dungeon_mfbdsm
did this really happen?