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The Journey of a New sub. Part 2
9/1/2010 8:24 pm |
This is the continuation of my last entry, I seem to get stuck on every little detail, but I'm actually enjoying reliving each moment, so bear with me if its a little slow.... ‘Let me see you,’ He held his hands out to me and I hopped off the bed and walked towards him. ‘Mmmmm. That outfit really does suit you,’ He unzipped the front of my g-string and again ran his index finger between the folds of my pussy. ‘You are very wet, how long has it been since you came?’ ‘Three days, just like you asked me,’ I wanted him so much, but I know that the teasing had only just begun. Sir walked over to his suitcase and got himself out a change of clothes. As he lifted his clothes out I noticed a collection of silver and leather toys in the bottom of his suitcase. Sir didn’t turn around, but he obviously knew I had seen the toys. ‘I went shopping in preparation for today, I bought your outfit and some new toys. Now I’m going to have a shower and I expect to be able to trust you to not open the suitcase before I come back from the shower, otherwise there will be consequences,’ As he finished closing his suitcase he turned around to me and I just nodded silently. ‘Now when I come back I expect my sub to be waiting for me, kneeling on the bed, ’ with that, he walked off to the shower. As I sat on the bed, my eyes kept drifting back to the case, I wanted to know what was in there, but I knew that this was the first test that Sir was challenging me with. I just had to trust him with what was in the case, so he would trust me. So instead of sitting on the bed contemplating the contents of the suitcase, I got up and quickly closed the curtains of the room so the lighting was more intimate than the afternoon sunlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows. After that I returned to my kneeling position on the bed, waiting nervously for Sir to finish his shower. My anticipation and apprehension grew as I heard the water stop running, and it was only a few short moments later that he emerged from the bathroom wearing a black t-shirt and black pants. As he approached me he picked up his suitcase and placed it on the bed in front of me. Then smiled at me reassuringly and sat next to me. ‘All of the toys in here are yours, they are brand new as I don’t share toys between subs. They are yours. However, you are not to use them with anyone but myself. If I find out that you have used them without me I will take your toys and you will never see me again. If we don’t work out these toys will still be yours.’ I was startled. I couldn’t believe how much I was being spoilt! I just hoped that I could live up to his expectations. He then opened the suitcase to show me what was in there. Oh my goodness! What a collection! Leather and chrome wrist cuffs lined with black fur, matching collar and leash, horsehair whip, leather flogger, leather riding crop, ball gag, pegs, nipple clamps, ropes, black leather blindfold, vibrator, and a silver ass hook with a ball the size of a golf ball on the end. ‘Are you ready to be my sub now? Are you sure? Because you know that you can leave at any time, but know that I’m not going to do anything to really hurt you,’ I looked him in the eyes and took a deep breath. I knew the purpose of every toy he produced. I might not have a great deal of physical experience of BDSM, but I have been researching it since my very first taste. I wanted to know exactly the sort of treatment I could possibly encounter. Maybe that took away some of the shock factor, but I like to be a well prepared sub. Also knowing the purpose of each toy probably made me more turned on in anticipation of my fantasies being fulfilled, but more worried that my body wouldn’t respond to the pleasure and pain stimuli the way I had imagined. At that moment in time I decided the only way to know, was to try. ‘Yes. I’m ready,’ ‘ Ready, what?’ he asked me as he lifted his left hand to my chin and grabbed it firmly. ‘ I’m ready to be your little slut, be your sub,’ I knew he wanted me to call him Sir, but I can be an obstinate bitch sometimes, and I didn’t want to cave into submissive so easily. I wanted my Dom to earn my respect and obedience. Plus I like to see how far I can push the boundaries. I just looked at him defiantly. ‘You’re forgetting your manners. This isn’t a good start,’ While I was looking him straight in the eyes I didn’t see his right hand come up to give me a firm slap to my left cheek. After the shock subsided I looked right back at him. ‘ I have manners. I just don’t know what is it you want,’ It was sheer arrogance on my behalf, but I wanted to push him to start, to see if he would get angry or continue his calm and collected manner. He just looked at me in silence and laid another stinging slap to my cheek. It made me flinch this time, but I wasn’t giving up yet. I should mention that I hate being slapped in the face, its just one of those pet hates; but it was the perfect way for both of us to establish that initial power differential. ‘You will call me Sir. You are my little slut and I expect you to respect me. I have all night to play this game and I will break you. Even if I have to sit here all night slapping you. If you want to move any further than this and get to use your toys then I suggest you address me properly,’ SLAP! Another ringing slap. Fuck that one hurt. I lowered my eyes and rubbed my cheek to ease the pain. After about 15 seconds the ache began to subside, but the heat remained. I slowly looked up at him through my eyelashes, ‘Yes, Sir. I want to be your little slut,’ He smiled at me slowly, ‘Now that’s better. How hard was it to say that, my beautiful girl?’ ‘Not that hard, Sir,’ I was still feeling stubborn, but the temptation of the toys was too much and my left cheek was beginning to ache. Sir reached over to the suitcase and pulled out my collar. ‘Put this on. Whilst I struggled to do up the buckle at the back of my neck Sir got the matching cuffs ready for me. ‘Hurry up, stop dilly-dallying,’ I was getting frustrated with the buckle and he was clearly getting impatient with my delayed obedience, but I managed to slide it into place quickly after he chastised me. He then helped me to do up the cuffs on my wrists. An instant later he had the leash attached to my collar and yanked it to pull me off the bed. He led me to the bedside table where there was an open bottle of champagne with two glasses. Sir poured himself a glass and was kind enough to pour me some as well. As I knelt on the carpeted floor, drinking champagne, I looked up at my Dom and smiled. It felt surprisingly satisfying sitting there at his feet. I found it hard to believe that this was the first time I had met him. He knew how to push my buttons instantly; and while I hadn’t given myself to him totally I had a feeling he would push me more than the other Doms I had been with. I had previously played around with a couple of other Doms, but felt that I could still keep my thoughts and emotions to myself, while they played with my body. I had a feeling that Sir already had the potential to emotionally and physically break me. To be continued.... |
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9/1/2010 10:50 pm |
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