This is why restraints are one of my favourite tools to make my sub [M] desperate for me [F]

I watched him as he tested the restraints, leather straps holding down his wrists and ankles. He was spread and vulnerable on my table, cock hard and flushed. I haven’t even touched him yet and he was already leaking precum, it was adorable and pathetic.

I gazed at him, his hands clenched in fists, occasionally pulling on the straps as he awaited my return. I sat on my chair as I watched, he knew I was there but his position meant he couldn’t see me, the waiting was one of my favourite parts. Watching him wait and hope, knowing he can’t do anything and was completely at my mercy.

As a reward I let him buy me lingerie. It was a red lacy bodysuit with an open back and low neckline, It pushed my tits up nicely and I could tell the sight had an effect on him. He was sweaty and excited, the cold table contrasting with the heat radiating off his body. The only sounds in the room were his heavy breathing and the low buzz of the vibrator inside him.

How long will my pet [M] last this time? Goddess Lustie [F] is about to have some fun…

I watched him as he scrubbed the floor on his hands and knees, his ass sticking up in the air. The punishment for breaking a rule is cleaning and my kitchen was looking a bit messy. I grabbed a wooden spoon from the counter and smacked his ass, the satisfying crack and resultant whimper urging me to continue. I repeated again and again while alternating between the cheeks. I didn’t want to seriously hurt him as it was his first punishment but the noises he was making were intoxicating and I couldn’t resist and it would teach him a lesson for speaking out of turn…

I couldn’t help but laugh at the sounds spilling out of him. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you slut? Being spanked and used as my personal slave, naughty boy.” He was shifting his hips and making quiet sounds with each smack, seeking pressure against his cock. I put the spoon down on the side and brought my hand down on his ass, making a loud whack and an even louder moan. I kept my hand on his ass and I could feel the heat radiating off his skin from the inflamed skin as I kneaded the exposed flesh, eliciting a pornographic moan, “Please don’t stop Goddess, I’ll be a good pet.”

The Art of the First Impression: How I [F] greet my new PETS [M]

I am Goddess Lustie.
It was the first time he met me, or any domme to be honest, and though he tried not to show it, his nerves were obvious to me as he sat there fidgeting on the plush green sofa… hands twisting and eyes darting around the room.

I sat in a matching chair, legs crossed and hands folded, watching him, “There’s no need to be nervous my dear, we will simply discuss our dynamic and such today, maybe if you are good we can have a little fun. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

He nodded quickly in response, “Yes Mistress.” I took a look at the form in front of me, no doubt a printed version of the one he completed online. “So you’ve written here that you are new to the BDSM lifestyle, do you know any things, in particular, you would be interested in exploring?” I watched his flushed face expectantly as he took a moment to formulate an answer. “I think for now I’d just like to try some humiliation and degrading stuff?” he uttered, looking at the floor as his cheeks blushed bright red. “SPEAK UP PET. And LOOK AT ME when you talk.” I demanded in a harsh tone, causing his gaze to lift “Could we try some humiliation and degradation stuff please?”. I nodded, “That wasn’t so hard now was it? Before we play it’s important we establish a safe system, I use the traffic light system, do you know what that means?” he nodded, “green for go, orange for slow, and red for stop.” “Good, I have read through your boundaries and I assume you have mine, so let me give you a tour.”