I'm a 29 year old, bi-sexual, married woman who recently discovered a submissive side I didn't know existed. I've always been the one in charge and I liked that. After some soul searching, I can admit that I'm tired of it though. I'm tired of the responsibility. I'm tired of making the decisions. I'm tired of being the leader down whatever paths we as a couple planned to take.
When I signed up for this site, I was under the impression that my husband was not strong enough to top me. I was mistaken. It seems we have been together for twelve years and I didn't really know him. Nor myself, upon reflection.
When I agreed to switch roles with him and let him be dominant to me, I didn't think it would work. I wasn't sure if he was strong enough to top me. I didn't know if I would like or even be willing to take the pain. I don't understand how it is possible to be so completely wrong about one's partner or oneself.
During my first real encounter of this nature, my husband intended to whip me for being a bad, naughty, slut - a whipping I entirely deserved. Knowing that I deserved it, I was going to take it even if I didn't like it, because I thought it was fair. As he bent me, naked, over a chair, and tied my hands to the bottom, I felt fear. My heart beat fast and my breathe sounded loud in my ears. With my back, butt, thighs and calves all exposed, I waited tensely for the first blow to fall. Instead he trailed the flogger along my skin, teasing me, raising goose bumps along my arms. I felt myself start to relax, and in my head, I said to myself that he couldn't do it. Even now, with me tied down and helpless, he was not strong enough. I underestimated him. I was so very wrong.
As I relaxed and let my head fall to the side..., crack. It didn't really hurt, though. More of a shock that he had actually hit me. He hit me again and I felt the shock of the flogger against my skin go through my whole body. As he hit me with it over and over again, it started to hurt. As the leather pieces fell in the same spots again and again, my body started to tense, hot, shaking and getting more tense with every crack of the flogger against my skin.
I'm biting the back of the chair now and pulling the restraints tight, wimpering continuously and crying out when a particularly hard hit lands. Then it comes, that moment when I consciously decide to let go, to relax into the pain, to open the part of me that I've kept locked up tight for so long. My body becomes languid and I slump against the chair. When the next blow falls, I simultaneously start to cry and cum, squirting all over the chair. He hits me harder now, but it doesn't matter because I've reached that magical place where pain is pleasure and I gush with every blow, sobs racking my body, feeling a release of something more than just orgasm, more than just tension. I don't know what it is, but it feels so good to let go of it.
Afterwards he lays me down on our desk and ties me down with breasts, stomach and pussy exposed. He tells me he wants to whip the front of me now. Again the fear... But I think about the flogger and tell myself it will be okay, that I can take it. He sets the flogger to the side and reaches under the bed for something.
He pulls out what started as a plastic coathanger, the big thick ones. It's about two feet long, thick white plastic with a jagged edge on one side. My heart races as I realize that he is going to whip me with it. I think about how different it will feel from the soft leather flogger, how much harder it will hurt as he hits with me it. He puts a blindfold on me, intensifying the fear.
I ask about the plastic piece. He tells me it is like a cane and trails the jagged edge along my skin, between my breasts, not cutting, but scratching down to my navel. As he comes along side of me he pushes his dick in my mouth. I suck hard on it, thinking that maybe if he comes down my throat I can avoid being whipped with the cane. He slowly winds his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back at an awkward angle with his dick still in my mouth. He drives forcefully in and out of my mouth until I relax my jaw and open my mouth as wide as I can. Pulling my hair back to get the angle he wants with one hand, he hits me hard across the breasts with the cane while he has his way with my face. I shudder with the pain of it, but concentrate on keeping my mouth opened wide so as to not scrape his dick with my teeth. Whap! again goes the cane and tears leak from the corners of my eyes as I choke on his dick at the same time. Whap, whap whap. Faster now with the cane and his dick moving in unison against my mouth and breasts. The front of me is on fire from the pain of the cane and all I can do is try not to displease my new Master. I feel the tension singing throughout my body, but cannot give in to the pain yet. I must hold onto it because if I let go, my jaw may go slack and scrape my teeth along my Master's dick. As he drives into my mouth hard, my head immobilized, I choke again, this time enough to spit saliva from the corners of my mouth. He pulls his dick from my mouth and tells me that he likes it when I choke on him.
He moves between my legs and begins to whip me with the cane, on my breasts, my stomach, the insides of my thighs, my pussy, the undersides of my arms, all stinging from the fire left by the cane. I reach that point, the one where the pain, the fire, the tension are all coursing, thick throughout my veins and I let go as he slides his dick inside me. My pussy squirts, hot on his dick, as he starts to pound me while whipping me hard with the cane. It hurts so good as I cry out with my pussy wrapped him and my body strung tight.
Tears fall from my eyes, sobbing as I cum from the pain, cum from the pleasure. This is what I need, this release which I cannot name, but has been within me all along. It is deeper than orgasm, both darker and more pure.
My Master seeks others to help fulfill this need in me. As my slave training progresses, he may need many others or only a few as it is his will which decides what happens with us. I only know that I am his willing slave forever and he as my Master has given me the greatest gift, the freedom of slavery.
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My Ideal Person:
In order for my Master to consider you worthy of playing with me or us, you must be free of STD's with furnishable proof which we are willing to provide as well, between the ages of 25 and 45, and in reasonably good physical condition. Doms, subs and switches are all acceptable as each fulfills a different role in our various games. Men, women and couples are all acceptable as well, however, only other women will be allowed to play with my Master, no men. All respondents must understand that any and all activities, chats, phone messages, meetings, games, spankings, bondage, and/or sex occur with the permission, possible supervision and eventual participation of my Master - so don't piss him off or you won't get to play with me!!!
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