It was finally time, to anyone else it was just a normal Friday night. Tonight however, I would finally see Him.Â
on the nights that I see Him I meticulously organise my days leading up to our meeting to ensure I am groomed, hydrated & rested for our sessions. I always plan a dinner with my friends at my favourite little Italian place that just overlooks the water, I had been going there for sometime, and His place is only a short walk from the restaurant to there.Â
I enjoy these monthly dinners with the girls, my perfect little routine. Of course I donât talk about my masochistic tendencies with my vanilla friends and I certainly do not have the urge to be overly social after my meetings with Him. Part from being content at home subdued and happy and partly I do not wish to expose my extensive bruising that I beg for behind closed doors. They just would not understand. But He does.Â
I enjoy my dinner and allow myself one cocktail as always, you know for the nerves.Â
I smile and engage in the conversations with the girls but I canât keep myself from checking my phone for the time, âalmost 7:30pmâ I whisper to myself. I was getting ancy, after all it had been a month, but I was used to it.Â
As I was finishing up my drink and talking about our latest vintage shop finds with Jean and Casey, we realised it was just about time to head off. We hug goodbye and head our separate ways, I turn to look at my favourite little restaurant and take in the beautiful spring night and start walking to my destination with a sense of calmness covering me.Â
I didnât have to dress up for Him. Not in the sense of a lot of makeup and sexy lingerie, that wasnât really his âthingâ. He liked me more natural. Single braided hair, and I am not to wear clothes whilst in His home, so outfit choices were never an issue. We had been seeing each other once a month for almost 7 months now, our connection was starting to get to some intimate depths. I do not call Him âSirâ yet, for such a title needs to be earned and I knew He would let me know when I had. And one day I hope to earn my title as His slave and Him my Master.Â
It is my dream to be His, everyday. Someday.Â
I was almost at his house now, the walk is short but so beautiful along the water. I see his front door in the distance and I close my eyes as I picture our last session, the memory of it sparking intense anticipation for tonight. I was bruised for over 7 days last month, it was absolutely divine.Â
He is a skilled Sadist and like no one I have ever met.Â
Reaching His house I walk in through his front gate and walk up the steps to the door. The beginning of our nights always start the same, I knock three times and step back waiting. It is never long but I always hear His footsteps coming up through the house until he reaches the door and opens it. I keep my gaze down towards the ground and take my shoes off putting them neatly to the side when I step in the door. I can feel his eyes on me but I donât meet his gaze until he acknowledges me first. He closes the door and I follow him down to his downstairs basement that He has fashioned into quite the dungeon. He has everything, from different sized confinement cages, spanking benches, my favourite St Andrewâs cross, multiple roof tying points and all the toys and impact implements you could imagine. It was my heaven.Â
I follow Him to our usual sitting area and before we sit down together he turns and pulls my chin up with his hand and greets me with his charismatic smile that makes my knees go weak, our eyes meet and my pussy becomes drenched.
I am already under His control, He has been training me well.Â
âItâs time to undress and kneel in your spot baby girlâ he whispers to me.Â
I immediately follow his instruction, undressing on the spot and neatly piling my clothes to the side out of the way. I then walk to His seat which is set up in the middle of the room, and kneel to the left beside it as He moves around the room setting up what will be our first scene of the night. I will be kneeling waiting quietly for when He is ready to use his property.Â
There was no time limit on our sessions, we never rush into anything, one session I was kneeling for Him waiting for 45 minutes and I moved my head to peek at the clock and He gave me 40 lashes with the cane as punishment, so I had learned my lesson. I kneel and wait, I do not move for He has not allowed it. There will be time to rest later tonight when I get to sleep in my favourite confinement cage which is next to His bed, He had put a soft little mattress and pillow in there and He puts me to sleep after we play. I love knowing my place is beneath Him and under His control.Â
Something felt different about His mood tonight, I noticed that He was more dressed up than usual. Normally you would find him dressed in dark cargo pants, a dark shirt & boots. Sometimes he would dress up depending on his mood. And he always wore his best for events we attended together. But I thought we were just hanging here tonight, why does He have his suit & vest on? The fancy black shoes..Â
It sounded like to me that he was setting up some rope as I could hear him checking the roof points. I donât dare move though, itâs not in my nature to brat, and I didnât want to displease him.Â
âCome here baby girlâ He speaks lowly toward me. Without hesitation I get up and move to the mat where he is waiting with rope. He was passionate about Shibari and He was the first person to suspend me, I was absolutely intoxicated with all things rope. I kneel in the usual position and place my hand on my legs, my gaze toward the floor. âGood girlâ He says, His voice is so soft and strong at the same time. I feel His eyes on me, His hands lightly touching my back, caressing his fingers across my shoulders, around my neck and down my arms. I melt into his touch, moaning when he barely touches my neck. He picks up my hands and places them behind my back and starts to tie me, making my hands secure behind my back and then moving the rope around the curves of my breasts, he then takes the line up to the roof and feeds it back down, so that I am lifted slightly on my knees unable to slump down.Â
His touch is so soft, once I am secure he starts to caress my hips & stomach, knowing these are my sensitive spots he is checking that I am properly secured. Happy with his work He steps back to take in His work.Â
This is my happy place, at His mercy, in His ropes & under His protection. My mind starts to release, float, let go of my control.
I breathe into my restraints feeling the limits of my movements, I could just forget everything in this moment.Â
âLook into my eyes baby girl, do not take them off meâ He commands.Â
He knows that I struggle with this simple task, and I know that he does not like it when I hesitate with an order, this is something I am trying hard to work on for Him.Â
I hesitate just a moment too long before meeting his gaze and he smirks.
âOh shitâ I think. And He notices my worry,
He was very good at reading my facial expressions, He had grown to know me well. âYou are getting better baby girl but you know Iâm still going to paddle you right?â He chuckles. âI know Iâm so sorryâ I say as I keep my eyes locked onto his. Itâs too late, He already has His favourite paddle in hand and his moving behind me, my behind already perfectly in place, just lifted off the ground and exposed for him.Â
I was happy for the pain, I always welcomed it. It was His displeasure that encased me.Â
âAre you ready baby girl?â He asks me.Â
âYes, I am readyâ I replied. It killed me to not be able to respond yes Sir, titles have always been so important to me, but so has protocol.Â
I relax into the rope, waiting for my paddling.Â
He was a sadist He really loved building the anticipation in me, He takes His time lining me up, taking in the sight of me tied half suspended to the roof unable to move away.Â
He lifts the wooden paddle and brings it swiftly onto my ass, I try not to recoil with the pain but it did sting a little, leaving a long thick red line along my backside. He smiles proud of His first mark, and brings the paddle up and smacks it back down on me with more force.Â
It stings a little more and I let out a little groan. He caresses my cheek feeling the warmth on my skin, repeating the process 3 more times until both of my cheeks are red.Â
He gets up and walks to the front of me and stands close to my body, I am at his knee level and I see his finger point up, a non verbal order to make eye contact. I look immediately into his eyes and nowhere else. He paces around the room keeping our eyes locked testing me.Â
There is nothing else that exists to me in this world right now other than him. He knows these little games push me further into my submission. Keeping me floating in subspace.
He comes closer kneeling down on my level, looking at me like an animal, I keep my eyes locked on Him. He starts pulling at my breasts and my nipples watching the pain in my eyes. I bite my lip holding back my groans as he starts slapping my tits with his hands and grabbing them tight. He loved to torture my boobs. âYou may have free gaze nowâ He says to me. âThankyouâ I say great full for the privilege. âYou really are a good sub Lexiâ He exclaims to me âIâm going to untie you for a quick rest okay baby girl?âÂ
âOkayâ I reply while looking at him.Â
It was still early on through the night so surely we werenât done already? Weâre we? I was so hungry for more.Â
âDonât worry baby girl I just want to talk to youâ He says whilst undoing my last knot and rubbing my shoulders as he set my hands free. âOhâ I reply, feeling even more worried. Thatâs all I ever did was worry something bad was going to happen. And especially when someone says âI just want to talkâ..Â
He directs me to His seat and kneels me in-front of it. He hands me a glass of water and encourages me to drink. I hate that he hydrates me with water. Thatâs almost a punishment in itself.Â
âNothing to stress about Lexiâ he grins as he fidgets with his suit pocket. I was not a big talker, i just kept drinking my water replying with calm eyes.Â
He looks at me ready to make a statement and I breathe in with anticipation.
âI want to give our connection more of a title, I have been meaning to for a little while now I just wanted the right moment, something privateâ He says to me with excitement as he pulls something small from his pocket. âIf you would like it Lexi, I would love to offer you this collar I handmade for youâ. I couldnât believe it, I had never been offered a proper collar before! âAbsolutely! Omg Thankyou I would love to!â I reply overwhelmed with excitement.Â
He is grinning from ear to ear, holding out my new collar to place around my neck. I lean forward to accept it. He adjusts it to fit perfectly and latches it.Â
A small leather band with small silver buttons around it, it was comfortable straight away.Â
âI want you to call me Sir nowâ He says to me while holding my chin looking me in the eyes.Â
I look at him back, long and deep. âYes Sirâ and every muscle in my body relaxed into his hold.Â
I was happy, content. And most of all protected and safe.Â
