Some people don’t realise that just occassionally the dominant nature rises to the surface in day to day life. If you’re a healthy individual, you know when and how to keep any indication of such under wraps. But perhaps you’d like to hear what can happen, in split seconds, as a dominant man in certain situations.
This is entirely true and happened just a few days ago.
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Red hot pains shoot through her body, from the point of impact on her bare, exposed behind right up to her finger tips stretched out on the ground in front of her. With every strike of the cane she desperately wants to withdraw, to lean as far forward as she can to escape the next hit. But she knows any attempt to do so will lead to far worse punishments. Besides, she has little room to move, her ankles strapped together behind her, the bindings themselves bound to the foot of the bed she would have been in right now had she behaved. Likewise her wrists were tied with rope extending in front of her to an eyebolt fixed beside a doorframe at ground level, a well disguised sign of the owners true nature. Despite the internal debate, she keeps her ass in the air, knees and shoulders on the ground.
*Thwack* “Mmmaahh,” she barely recognises her own noises, muffled by her panties which had, moments earlier, been unceremoniously shoved into her mouth. Her back arches further in agony, but she wouldn’t dare complain.
The gentle braids she had been ordered to form her hair into began to loosen from her writhing, and she senses tears building in her eyes. Surely he was almost done? Surely she had paid the price for her disrespectful tone?
She freezes, holding her breath as the pattern of stinging cane impacts stopped suddenly. She opens her eyes, not sure what is expected of her next. But she will do whatever it is. She’s beginning to understand her place. Her mind was opening as she was beginning to surrender. The frozen moment didn’t just make her aware of the sense of belonging and freedom which this punishment was causing, she also noticed the throbbing between her legs. A place the cane had never landed.
As the tears clear her vision adjusts to the brown leather shoes planted directly in front of her face. The man that she had so foolishly disrespected now seemed to hold her entire mind, her entire being in his hands. As she turns her head slightly, eyes moving up the figure before her until they fixate on a bare cock, sticking out of his pants and clearly ready to make use of her.
She knew far more was in store.
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My mind snapped back to reality, not with a cane in my hand but a shopping basket. I was wearing those shoes and trousers, but thankfully everything remained unexposed.
I forced myself to not glare at the young lady on front of me, looking at me sideway. The one who had very purposefully just stepped into the cue for the checkout with her huge trolley full of shopping, right in front of me. I knew the type. Pretty but egotistical. Thinks the world is hers because sometimes she gets her way. ‘Powerful’ and ‘independent’ I’m told.
All she will get from me is a polite smile. But in my mind? She’s still learning her lesson.
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I’ve only just started to write down memories and experiences as a Dom. Since it’s been asked, I’m happy for you to send me a message to tell me what you enjoyed or any questions you may have from what I’ve written.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nootbz/a_moment_as_a_dominant_mf_ds