Lord Master

Someone has to take the birthday spankings, and when I’m the only bottom around, I guess that someone’s going to be me… even if it’s not my birthday. 

Pick out their clothes / underwear for the day or make sure they check for approval in the morning

Take them out on a date without telling them any of the plans

Order their food for them when you go out to eat

Keep them gagged / cuffed while you watch a movie together

Have them kneel on the kitchen floor while you prepare a homecooked meal for the both of you. Keep em close by to be your taste tester.

Their body is yours. Touch, grab, or move it wherever you want, whenever you want.

I consensually abuse you.

“I’m a hole.”

I thought this to myself as I walked into the museum alone. It was a Saturday afternoon, an art museum in the summertime, the place crowded with culture-seekers enjoying the break from the overheated air.

I bought my ticket, thanked the cashier and walked to the bathroom. I thought it again.

“I’m a hole.”

This was the thought I was to focus on as I completed my assignment, the thought I was to hold in my head as I helplessly orgasmed as silently as I could in a quiet public place. I only cum when you tell me to cum. When and how and what to hold in my mind as I do, that’s all under your control now. I pull the Bluetooth vibe out of my purse and wiggle it into my already embarrassingly drippy cunt. I push the button to turn it on and adjust the settings on the app, suppressing my moan. The vibration is audible in the quiet bathroom, but if I keep my legs close together you can barely hear it. I tell myself that anyone who heard would probably just attribute it to someone’s phone receiving calls from someone very insistent.

I adjust my clothing and head out into the museum, breathing carefully, walking slowly, pretending to be thoroughly absorbed in my surroundings. I cruise around the special exhibit on the first floor looking at the patterns in the aboriginal art on display.

I’m on display.

None of these people know it, but I am. I’m on display for you even though you’re not here to see it. The pleasure from the vibrator washes over me in waves; it’s building. I’m going to need to find a place to sit or stand still to orgasm though, as long as I keep moving I won’t find my way over that edge. I think it again, “I’m a hole,” as I carefully make my way up the long staircase to the modern art exhibit on the second floor.

I see it as I enter the second gallery. It’s perfect. A bright blue neon circle against a white wall hazily reflected in the satin wood floor of the gallery. It’s a hole. I’m a hole. I stop, stand, cross my legs, and squeeze my thighs together and feel the pleasure build. I stand still, trying to appear lost in contemplation.

The thing about cumming in a crowded public place is that you can’t just relax and cum, you have to be vigilant and casual at the same time, all while blocking off enough of the outside world to be able to stay in the right headspace. It’s complex.  There were people EVERYWHERE. I squeezed my legs together and tried to look casual and not stand out in a way that would make the security guard notice me.

I was just a blonde in a low-cut romper and insensible shoes in quiet contemplation of a neon circle. A hole contemplating a hole. My mind emptying out entirely as I obey your commands. I only cum when you tell me to cum. You only tell me to cum when you’re conditioning me. I love to be conditioned by you. Please condition me, Owner. Empty me, open me, fill me with your words and your ideas, create me over and over again in the image you decide for me.

“I’m a hole,” I thought as my cunt spasmed around the vibe and I tried not to audibly pant or let my knees buckle as the orgasm washes over me. It’s slow, dream-like, the muscles of my entire pelvis contracting in slow waves of silent pleasure as my eyes roll back in my head and my everything empties out and drains away into an eternal moment of perfect vulnerability and exposure.

PSA: Please teach your partner how to choke properly if you’re into that kind of thing.

The point of choking is not to crush the oesophagus, but rather to put light pressure on the carotid arteries to stop oxygen circulation to the brain. So tops, please create a V shape with your hands, which allows the fleshy part of the palm to rest against the oesophagus without causing any obstruction to the windpipe, and press down on the arteries. It’s not about stopping your bottom from breathing completely, but making them lightheaded.

This is very, very important!

Also, please don’t attempt any choking whilst under the influence because your better judgement may be impaired and you can cause some serious damage.

When I was just over 18 years old, I went with some friends to a concert. It was freezing, I’d been drinking and smoking, and while trying to find the bathroom, I saw him. Just about 6 feet tall, but he seemed to tower over my petite 5′1 height. Mouse brown hair he kept tied back and hidden under a beanie. Glasses that couldn’t mask his mesmerizing emerald green eyes. Arms toned and tan, like they could be your greatest protectors, or the last thing you see as they wrap around your neck. He was calm and peaceful, enjoying the vibe of the reggae music, but had a very acute sense about him, something that told me he could instantly be dangerous, if he had to be. He was yin and yang. Peace and danger. Love and hate. And I was drawn to him.

I couldn’t seem to unlock myself from his gaze and began to approach him as though he had me in a tractor beam. Without saying a word, he pulled me into him, engaging a beautiful pas de deux as we began to dance to the music. Without a second thought, I took the beanie off his head and put it on my own, feeling instantly safe and secure with him. He let out a wicked smile that let me know he was loosening the rope, but he was in control. Everything about him was strategic, every move he made well thought out. As the tempo increased, he turned me around, grabbing hold of my hips and pulling me into him with the slightest amount of force. Gentle, yet demanding. As I moved my hips into him, he parted my hair away from my shoulder and began to run his lips along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He parted his lips and began to kiss my neck, giving soft nibbles periodically, and causing me to melt. His hands still on my hips, he pulled me tighter into him, and I could feel him harden against me.

I wanted more than anything to turn around and kiss him, but I knew he wouldn’t allow it, so I continued moving my hips, moving to the rhythm of the music. He slowly moved his hands from my hips to my now wet pussy and began to touch me over my shorts. I quivered against his hand and knew I wouldn’t be able to last for much longer. I had to have him, had to get him away from the crowd and beg him to push me against a wall and take me. But he had other plans. With his free hand I felt him unbutton his pants, then move to unbutton my shorts and lower them just enough to expose the black thong barely covering my ass. He moved the fabric out of the way and, to my surprise, began to push into my ass. Knowing no one would hear me over the music and clearly didn’t even notice what we were doing, he didn’t bother to cover my mouth and kept his hands focused on touching me and keeping my balance.

“If you’re good,” he whispered, “I’ll fuck your sweet pussy next and I’ll even let you cum.” Any normal girl would be terrified, but I craved the dominance. I nearly lost it then and there, but I was a good girl. He bent me over slightly and pushed into me, keeping rhythm with the music. I felt him tense up inside me and the kisses to my neck turned into fierce bites that I couldn’t help but moan against.

“You’re mine now, understand? I’m your master now and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.” He moaned and became even more tense inside my ass. I could tell he was struggling to keep control and not fuck me with every ounce of strength he had. He began to tremble against me and whispered in my ear “it’s time” as he finally allowed himself to lose control and fuck me as hard as he possibly could and came inside my ass.

The shock collar- damn that thing.

We had my notes to clear, so he carried out the punishment shocks as expected.

Then, he came up with a “fun game”. He handed me the remote, and asked me to shock myself, as many times as I think he’s worth it.

Firstly- wtf, secondly, wtf.

Evil. Just pure evil. I struggled a fair bit, but eventually pressed the button and shocked myself, to which he snatched the remote and said “No way, that’s not a proper shock, this *insert long assed shock* is a proper shock, now do it properly or it won’t count”.

I then had to demonstrate a proper shock before they counted.

He was knelt on the floor, leaning on the bed, his face a couple of feet from mine, sadistically smiling and laughing at me the whole time. I was warned not to let the remote go off (which it would do after about 30secs) and had to count and thank him for each one. Side note, sarcastically saying “thanks” isn’t polite enough.

Every so often I would beg him to tell me when I could stop, or when would be enough- I told him I don’t like making decisions and could he tell me please. To which he said he’s not forcing me to continue, I can stop at any point, that he just wants to see how much I think he’s worth me torturing myself for. DAMN IT!

I lay on the bed curled up as he sat next to me, as I edged to press the button again, and whimper and not want to, he’d remind me I didn’t want to wait too long and let it go off. So, again I’d press and hold the button, and yelp and jump and look at him pleading for no more.

I was so torn, on one hand I wanted to show him he was worth a million shocks, but on the other- getting shocked, at level 100, hurts.

I forgot what number I was at a few times, but Mister reminded me, and then told me how kind he was for reminding me.

Eventually I started struggling again and tried begging and pleading. This time, the time over ran and the remote went off. Mister took it from me, despite me repeatedly saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

He asked if I wanted to know what happens when I let it go off.

I said no I don’t want to know! But of course I did, so sheepishly asked him to tell me.

Holding the remote, his face inches from mine, he looked into my eyes and said, “When you let the remote go off, it’s finished..”

I think my jaw hit the floor, but boy was I relieved!