#under her

thinkin about ‘dysia blackmailing celene, gaspard and briala into a truce and working for the inquisition, and the line against briala in the cutscene being “no one will defend you once it’s revealed that you and celene were lovers when she burned halamshiral’s alienage” and how 'dysia was the lover of the dread wolf when nobles burned her clan and wycome’s alienage

Yesterday I told my Domme that I was considering going to a movie today with my biggest celebrity crush (Margot Robbie) in it. The people I hang out with the most are out of town, so I would actually be able to go to the movie by myself and relax. Plus, most of my friends do not like most of the movies my celebrity crush is in.

When discussing different ideas of subjugation last night, I said, “When you mentioned warming and cooling lotions earlier, I wondered if you would ever send me to a movie that has my celebrity crush in it with cooling on my nipples, maybe on my crack and warming on my backside just so I have a very firm reminder the entire film that I am not in control.”

My Domme responded by saying, “I would absolutely send you with clothespins in your pocket and have you wear them through the previews so you ache through the movie.”

Before bed last night, I asked my Domme if I may please ask Her a fun question about clamps. She granted me permission to ask my question. “Since I am likely going to the Margot movie tomorrow, would you like me to try your clothespins idea so I ache through the movie, Ma’am,” I asked. “I am thinking about wearing them for 15 minutes before heading to the theater and then debating about trying to take them with me, but I am unsure how I would attach them in a crowded theater for previews.”

She told me I would attach them in the bathroom before heading in. Then I would just have to worry about taking them off discretely. I wondered if they would be noticeable through my sweatshirt and my Domme decided I should just wear the clamps for 15 minutes before heading to the theater.

I told my Domme I really wondered if clothespins would fit under a sweatshirt and if the added weight would be more torture and how it would feel ordering from the concession stand like that.

She then asked if I had a sweatshirt in my room. I informed her I did, and she told me to fetch it and my clamps... for science! I did so, immediately and obediently... and then was told to go somewhere I could see a mirror. She had me strip, then put on my clamps, a shirt and a sweatshirt over it. I sent Her the photographs for both evidence and another opinion. We both agreed the clamps were not noticeable under my layers and that I should go to the movies like that today. We did a couple tests and made sure my nipples were already sore before bed.

I woke up this morning and immediately sent my Domme a morning message. I informed Her my nipples were very sore from last night. She asked how sore and I said, “Sore enough to make me ache but I still love the thought of wearing clamps for previews and concessions.”

We continued chatting and it was decided I would be going to the 1:20 p.m. showing. It was around noon when my Domme told me to get ready, grab a quick bite to eat and then head out the door.

I left the apartment around 12:30 p.m. and decided it would be smart to get something light and fast since I knew the parking garage next to the theater would probably take some time to get in. The whole time I imagined doing this, I pictured an empty movie theater with me in the back row since it is a work-day for most people and I felt like that would be the best spot to do the task in.

I started driving to a fast food restaurant that was half way between my apartment and the theater since it was already 12:40 p.m. (you’re not getting my advertisement for free!) ;-). On the way there, I looked down at the speedometer and realized I was going slightly over the speed limit. I immediately slowed down because I know my number one priority is protecting my Domme’s property. I also knew my head was in the clouds a bit and attempted to center myself.

I arrived at the restaurant, ordered a small sandwich and drink and then waited for my food. The time waiting was actually amazing because I feel like it helped to center me. I was in a bit of a rush and looked at my phone. It was 12:47 p.m. when the food arrived. I immediately wanted to chow down on the burger, but after two bites I took a deep breath. As long as I am out of the restaurant by 1 p.m., I should have enough time.

I was feeling really centered, but my heart was racing thinking of what I was about to do. Shortly before 1 p.m., I was in my car and heading to the theater. What transpired between this point and the movie starting could have been a comedy.

I got stopped at a red light almost immediately... and the light stayed red for five minutes. My fight or flight seemed to kick in because I started to get a little flustered and kept telling myself not to break a sweat.

The light finally turned green, and thankfully, when I arrived at the parking garage it said 20 spaces were available. Entering it was easy, which seems to never happen.

As I drove in, I started looking for spots to park. I looked down at the clock and it said 1:11 p.m. I drove up a level... then the next... and started losing hope as no spots seemed to be available. I finally got to the ninth floor (the top floor) and it was packed. Whoever would have thought New Year’s Eve afternoon would be a prime movie time? Not me.

Thankfully, as I started losing hope, I noticed a stall. It was on the clear opposite side of the lot but I made it! Then I took the elevator down and could not figure out which side of the parking garage I needed to head in order to get to the theater. I actually ended up on the complete opposite side than where I needed to go, so I sped walked around the garage until I found the spot that looked familiar. I checked my phone again and it said 1:14 p.m.

“Good, I thought,” I have six minutes to purchase my ticket, subjugate myself, order concessions and make it in to the movie. No big deal.

Getting in the ticket line went surprisingly fast. I was going to pay with a gift card I recently received, since that was one of the main reasons I originally thought about going to the movie. The cashier asked which movie and I told him.

It is a fairly unknown movie to the general public, I think, so I figured the theater would still be empty. “There is only one okay seat left,” the cashier said. “There are several in the first row but only one elsewhere. It is row three, at the end and it is actually up top.” He convinced me. As I mentioned, I am a back row person, but I really wanted to see the movie and carry out my task, so I took it.

He went to go run the gift card and it was showing zero’s. He tried it again and then informed me the card was empty (I just received it yesterday). Thankfully, I had cash on me so I ended up paying that way.

I then headed to the restroom with my clothespins. I walked in and it was empty except for one person... who was chatting on their cell phone and pacing up and down the entrance to the stalls. I headed into one anyway and as he was walking the other direction, lifted both my shirt and sweatshirt and added one clamp to each nipple. The pinch was very noticeable and made me ache.

I then lowered my shirt, ouch!! And then my sweatshirt. I actually pressed down on the clamps after everything was on to make sure they were attached properly and because I thought my Domme would probably enjoy the added torture.

I stopped at the sink before leaving and washed my hands while biting my lip and noticed I had a slight smile from both the subjugation and from serving my Domme in this way.

I stepped out of the restroom and know I was biting my lip. I do not know if I did, but I assume I let out some whimpers between the stall I was in and the path between the restroom and concession stand. The concession line was packed and all of them seemed to have newer workers at them. 

The line I started in was slow, so I hopped to the next one (which I never do). I was actually next in line and looked at the clock... 1:20 p.m. I thought it was okay because I was next, when the person in front of me decided to ask about their membership program. The employee started describing it and the customer in front of me seemed to have a million questions... so to the next line I hopped.

The pain in my nipples was very noticeable and I was unsure at that point if I was impatient because of the time or if I was actually fidgety because of the pain. I then tried to calm myself by thinking of all the people with nipple piercings and knew my Domme would enjoy me in my current state.

At the final line I was in, there was a couple that was flirty while ordering. Instead of ordering snacks, they were almost tickling each other. Thankfully, they finally ordered and then it was my turn.

I ordered my pop and popcorn and intentionally swiped my hand across my sweatshirt just so I would make sure this whole experience was actually happening and real. I finally received my popcorn and pop at 1:23 p.m. and quickly headed to the theater.

I entered and then looked around. It took me a while to find my seat because it was actually the row you see once you enter the theater. Row three. On the ground.

There was a small part of me that debated about asking the manager if I could go to a later showing but I decided since I was here, I should carry on with my task. I sat down and there was no one next to me for the theater being “sold out”.

This theater recently got the dream loungers, so I decided it would probably not be so bad if I reclined a bit for comfort. This seat did not recline. I figured it was broken. Then I looked down the rest of the row and realized the rest of the row was reserved for handicapped and this was more of a care-taker seat.

Almost immediately, an elderly gentleman walked in with a cane and sat right next to me. My nipples were starting to get very sore at this point and I had no idea how I would remove the clothespins discretely.

The previews had actually just started when another elderly couple walked in. One of them was very upset because they had the final two seats (in the front row). She kept walking around and mentioned to her husband that it is not fair that I am in the section I’m in because I’m not handicapped. Thankfully, after walking around a bit, she decided to take her seat.

I watched all of the previews and could honestly not tell you what a single one was about. I was busy thinking of how much I ached and how it would please my Domme to know I was suffering and had a firm reminder that I am not in control.

I pushed down on my sweatshirt a few times throughout the previews just to make my heart race a little more. At the end of the previews, I knew it was time to remove the clamps and knew it would be painful. I “spilled” some popcorn on my sweatshirt so it would not be obvious what I was doing. The right clamp came off first and made me bite my lip so hard to keep from making an audible whimper.

Then it was time for the left clothespin. I unclamped the nipple and it was very sore too. When the right one came off, it felt like there was some liquid on it and I imagined I was bleeding.

I sat there with the clothespins resting underneath my sweatshirt for quite some time because I had no idea how to get them without it looking weird. I then started thinking about the lady in the first row and what if she got security, accusing me of being in the wrong seat? How would I describe two clothespins randomly falling out of my sweatshirt.

I eventually had an “itch” under my sweatshirt and retrieved both clothespins. I wore the clothespins in public, both while ordering concessions and while sitting through previews. I ached throughout the movie, just as my Domme desired.

It felt very good serving Her in this way. Margot’s character was subjugated in parts of the movie and I did not like that, but it almost felt right, knowing I was being subjugated myself throughout the movie. Sometimes when her character appeared on screen, I felt like my nipple pain was even more noticeable.

I would like to thank my Domme for giving me this experience and allowing me to partake in stealth submission. I live to serve. I know my place.

I hope you think of me on my knees, with my head on the ground and me firmly under your heels.

I hope you think of how much better my neck looks in a collar and how comforting it is to have light pressure around my throat for you.

I hope you think of my hair and how noisy you can make me when you pull it and use it to put me where you want me.

I hope you think of my mouth and how good I look when it is filled.

I hope you think of how desperate I am to be used.

I hope you think about me bending over and holding myself open at your command.

I hope you think of me begging to be used and how quickly my words can be used against me.

I hope you think of my moans, whimpers and how my breath catches when you put me on my knees.

I hope you think of my ass and how it looks so much better when it is red and beaten.

I hope you think of my nipples and how I will suffer for your pleasure.

I hope you think of how quickly you can truss me up and how happy I am to be in bondage for you.

I hope you think of how I am a good toy and will remain in bondage as long as you want me to... like that time I was tied to the legs of my nightstand and you went to the farmers market.

I hope you think of how easily I blush and how I’m blushing right now.

I hope you think of how happy it makes me to be your owned boy.

I hope you know I adore you and my place beneath you.