Sophie: It sounds cool. What novel?
MC: Pound for Pound by F.X. Toole. He’s the guy that wrote Million Dollar Baby. One helluva writer.
Sophie: I’ll have to check it out. One more question if you don’t mind—was/is your wife into BDSM too? Did you have a D/s marriage or relationship?
MC: I don’t mind you asking about my wife. She was vanilla, and I didn’t really come into my own until the first woman I was with after my divorce introduced me to bondage. I’d always been interested in it, but hadn’t allowed myself to explore that side of myself until about a decade ago.
Sophie: Thanks for telling me about that. So how did you “learn” to be a good Dom? Did you have a mentor? Did you do local events? Or just research and teach yourself as you explored?
MC: Basically all self-taught. I hated all the traditional BDSM play and toys. I was never satisfied with what was available out there, so I invented my own toys using household items. I used my imagination to control my subs with the games and tasks I came up with to keep them on edge. I’ve never gotten into “the scene” so to speak. I’m very private, and for me it’s all about imagination and staying fresh with new innovation and scenes. Any more questions?
Sophie: No, sir. Thanks for answering them.
MC: I have a very delicious bondage task set up for you to play. You will need complete privacy around the home to play and enjoy. (Lock your doors this time.) Let me know when you have some time, and I’ll send the game to keep you hungry and helpless. Hopefully you will have time later this evening to play with and entertain that hot wet cunt that needs filling so bad. Be a wet little girl for me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I feared I was in trouble. The night before, MC and I had a late-night play session scheduled, but I was late. It was my dog’s fault, but I didn’t expect MC to think that was an acceptable excuse.
I’d opened the front door to check and see if a package I ordered had come, and Felix must have seen something outside that got his attention because he sprang past me and took off barking down the street. Worried he’d get lost or hit by a car, I threw on my flip-flops and headed down the street looking for him. It took me over an hour, but I finally found him sniffing a rose bush on the next street over.
I clipped on his leash and fussed at him all the way home. His wagging tail and bounding gait told me he’d enjoyed that little brush with freedom. But when I got home I had to rush to get ready for my Skype date with MC. I wound up signing on five minutes late, and he seemed pissed.
He started it off with a punishment session, and I was proud of how well I withstood all the painful swats, zings, and scrapes he put me through. The rest of the session had been fine, but it definitely lacked the passion we usually shared and his enthusiasm seemed to wane.
This morning we met online for a recap, and I was a little nervous.
Sophie: Sir, I apologize about not being ready on time last night for our session. Life threw me some unplanned things, and you know how it is. Sometimes when you have responsibilities you have to put them above your hedonistic desires. Sad, but… that’s what we are supposed to do.
MC: Set up and preparation are critical, and as I said to you, I send specially designed tasks with preparation in mind for the future. If you don’t get these tasks done, it ultimately hurts our sessions.
Sophie: But I was able to make it to the session, even though I was tardy. I appreciate you bearing with me, sir. Our session was yummy as always. Here are my thoughts: The forks bring heavenly pain—I love them. But those nipple clamps I tried were too small, and I couldn’t get them on. My nipples weren’t fitting in them right, and the frustration on top of the pain made it unbearable!
MC: You need to find clamps that work. Clothespins will definitely work with the cuffs, and can be used for other scenes as well if you want to buy a dozen or so.
Sophie: That’s a good idea. Thanks. I’ll do that. Back to the session—I loved at the end when I was lying on my bed and you were telling me that you wanted to fuck me with my legs on your shoulders. That was really hot. I was fucking myself with my vibe, and it really turned me on to hear you come. That’s one of my favorite parts, especially when you talked about coming all over me or inside of me. Sometimes that makes me climax again.
MC: You are truly becoming a greedy little girl. One session soon, we will have you make me come several times.
Sophie: My nipples are staying so sore and sensitive these days from the slapping and other things.
MC: Mmmm… perfect. We need those nipples nice and tender so you have me with you at all times.
Sophie: I really like a Dom who’s in control, and you are excellent at this. You can definitely keep me “scared of you” and “in my place” in a scene, but now I know you well enough to know that you are also a reasonable person in real life. Last night did seem to lack a little intensity, however.
MC: That is a fear when we start to get too personal. I think this particular session got off to a bad start, and we never gained momentum. Don’t worry. The intensity will go way up once all the toys and configuration are in place. What else did you enjoy?
Sophie: I love when you tell me to give you my cunt.
MC: You are becoming such a greedy fucktoy. Tell me about when you came.
Sophie: I honestly don’t remember now if I came or not when I was in the chair, but I did when I was on the bed. I came twice, back-to-back. Once and then again right after I heard you come. That’s so hot it often makes me come again. But I have been feeling a bit pressured to come.
MC: I am learning about your body and how it reacts. When I work with a cam it’s easier because I can observe your reactions, so not using one gives us some constraints. But that’s fine. We will do what we can.
Sophie: I wish I could keep training forever. I love this and am having so much fun, getting so much out of it.
MC: Training can be ongoing. It is endless, and perhaps we will get a few days in a row this summer where we can have some back-to-back play sessions. Are you ready for me to bite into your thighs today?
I gulped. Then typed back.
Sophie: Please bite me, sir.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The training relationship between MC and me seemed to be heating up. Up until now all of our nighttime play sessions were orchestrated in advance. He occasionally gave me filthy tasks to do when we chatted during the day, but the phone sessions were prearranged.
So I was surprised when I was eating dinner one evening at my parents’ house, and I received a text from him.
MC: My lust has been racing all day. I want to put you through a very demanding play session. Are you available later tonight?
Me: Yes.
Goosebumps rose on my skin at the thought of a session tonight. It was short notice, sure, but what else did I have to do?
“What’s that, dear?” my mother asked, glancing up from her Cornish hen.
I gulped. Not wanting to give Bunny any reason to be suspicious, I answered, “Just a text from a friend.”
“Which one?”
“Uh, you don’t know her. A girl I met at the library.”
“Oh, that sounds dreary.”
Good. I’d said the right thing to shut her up. My mother was too much of a social butterfly to appreciate the decadent solitude of the library. When I was a child and I practically forced her to take me, she stood near the book checkout tapping her toe the whole time I combed the shelves for books.
My phone dinged again.
“Really, Sophie. Turn that thing off. It’s impolite to play with your phone at the table.
“Just a minute, Mom.” Suddenly I felt twelve years old again, being reprimanded at the dinner table, but I had to text him back.
MC: Have your toys ready near your bed. We will give that cunt a relentless fucking.
Me: I can’t wait. Thank you, sir.
MC: Be sure to have your tape and plunger nearby. Bring forks as well so I can rip into that soft
skin and make you dance.
Me: Yes, sir. What time?
MC: I’ll come out to play between 12:30 and 1:00. Stay wet.
Me: Yes, sir. I’ll be wet and waiting for you.
“Sophie!” It was my father’s turn to chime in. “Did you hear what your mother said?”
“Yes. Sorry, Daddy.” I turned off the ringer and slipped the phone into my pocket.
My parents would be absolutely horrified if they knew what I was really up to with the person on the other end of my phone. I tried to picture introducing MC to them, but of course I couldn’t because I had no idea what he looked like or what his personality was like when he wasn’t being a Dom. Was he the sort of man who could function admirably in polite society, or was he a wild man, untamed in any arena? He certainly came across as an intelligent man with a certain amount of couth, but I truly had no idea.
We ate the rest of our dinner in an awkward silence, and I was glad to get out of there when it was over. “I’ve got to get home to take Felix out,” I told my parents, and that was good enough for them.
The rest of the evening I paced around my apartment, anticipating our upcoming session. I made sure I had every toy he could possibly ask me to use readily available on the far side of my bed. We were finally going to use the plunger. I couldn’t wait to find out how.
At 12:40 he called and I picked up. “Hello.”
“Hello. Thank you for accommodating me tonight. You were a good little sub-slut to do that for me.” When I heard his voice, my heart raced.
“Thank you, sir. I enjoy our play time so much. I was happy to.”
He kicked off the warm-up phase by having me spank my ass with my bare hand. By the time he let me stop, my palm burned as hot as my bottom cheeks. He asked me to place an elastic band on each thigh, each wrist, my biceps and then he had me bind my breasts with tape, and introduced me to how I would use the plunger as a toy.
First, I used duct tape to attach my glass dildo to the end of the handle, basically extending it with a cock on the end. Then I wrapped the tape around one of my ankles, then made a figure eight around the stem of the plunger just above the red bulbous part, then another figure eight wrapping the tape around the other ankle, and finally running the tape around both ankles with the plunger between them. In the end, I could insert the dildo into my vagina, then when I moved my feet up and down, I could make it fuck me.
Hands-free self-fucking—MC was a genius, or so I believed.
“As your training is progressing, I can feel my lust building.”
“Thank you, sir. That makes me happy.” I felt like he’d just cracked open a glow light inside of me.
The session moved forward, him barking out commands, and me following them.
“Good! Now race around your body, quickly snapping each elastic one at a time. Wrist, bicep, thigh, thigh, bicep, wrist. Snap them fucking hard, fucking fast and thank me for each sting.”
I snapped them all, one at a time, saying, “Thank you, sir” after each one so that it became a mantra.
“Good girl. Make that body dance. Now move your feet and fuck that cunt. Penetrate those sweet lips for me with each stroke.”
“Yes, sir.” I did as he asked and the sensation was incredible. I loved having my hands available to do other things, and he must have known what I was thinking, because he told me to pick up a spatula.
“Smack those tits with it. Make them throb.”
Since my breasts were bound, their sensitivity had increased, and I felt each swat to them even more deeply than usual.
“Again, and I want you to count twenty swats, switching back and forth between breasts.”
I groaned, but swatted the tender tips of my breasts, one side then the other. Along the way he encouraged me, telling me, “You’ll come through the pain. It’s the mix that is so intoxicating. There is no ultimate pleasure without pain and control.”
Only a few more swats to go.
Thwack! “Eighteen.”
Thwack! “Nineteen.”
“Good girl. Be a greedy pain-whore. One more.”
Thwack! “Twenty.”
Once I stopped I could tell how much my nipples ached, but I wouldn’t be able to rest for long.
“Fuck that whore hole good and hard with that cock.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do it!”
“Yes, sir.
“Now get those forks and dig them into those sore little buds. Dig them in and twist.”
I did and the world started to spin. All the things he’d had me do to myself came together and the pressure was too much. I wanted desperately to come.
“Sir, may I please come?”
“Good girl for asking, yes you may.”
I dug the forks in again, giving them that delicious twist that I knew would send me over the edge and then I was floating, my body pitching in tiny tremors of delight as my release washed over me and set me free.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
One of the first posts that I’d read online by MC was regarding some training he’d done with a sub that involved candle wax. It fascinated me, so from the beginning of my training I anticipated doing a session using the hot wax… and from MC’s latest instructions it sounded like the time had finally arrived. I couldn’t wait to experience it.
Sophie,
Tonight you will need to task hard. You need to enter your own little world while you’re bound and you fuck yourself. A world filled with cock-sucking, mouth-fucking, and cum-bathing your neck, breasts, belly, and mound. Feel that big blue vein part your lips while you rake it. Feel the leak of pre-cum coat your lips. Feel the strain in your throat while you anticipate a jet stream of cum washing the back of your throat. Take in the scent, the hardness, and the taste. Take it all in and I think it will make your toes curl.
Here’s what you will need to bring to the dance:
1.) plunger/dildo combo
2.) candle and lighter
3.) wooden chair brought up against the bed on right-hand side
4.) one skipping rope attached to left side of headboard
5.) other skipping rope
6.) wooden blocks
7.) feet to be taped to plunger for a good fucking
8.) two forks
9.) duct tape
When we meet tonight you will be stripped down and those feet will be secured with the plunger in place. You will be a compliant whore tonight.
Please me with your preparation sub.
MC
As I prepared for our play that evening, I tried to guess how badly it would hurt. Would I be able to endure it? I hoped so. Disappointing him was the last thing I wanted. MC requested that I have my feet and plunger secured with tape in advance, and he sounded very concerned about my preparation so I needed to follow those instructions perfectly. I’d done it before and while it grew easier the more times I did it, sometimes it was difficult to get the height of the plunger just right. I wrapped the tape around, tested it, and, satisfied it would work, lay back on the bed to wait.
I’d set the thermostat a few degrees lower than usual because soon I’d be sweating. My skin felt good against the cool, crisp sheets. It wouldn’t be long before the fresh-laundry scent I inhaled would be replaced by the smell of sex. I could hardly wait to hear his voice.
My cell phone rang at exactly the agreed-upon time. My Master was nothing if not precise. After I answered his call on my wireless headset with the mic, he opened the session by telling me to spank my ass with a wooden spoon. He used the tight, gruff voice I’d come to expect at the beginning of our sessions. I swatted my bottom cheeks one after the other.
“Louder. I want to hear that spoon slapping your flesh.”
“Yes, sir.” I applied more pressure. He probably could tell from my groans that the spoon hurt more than the plastic spatulas he usually had me use.
“Good,” he said after a dozen good smacks to each side. “Now lay your set of blocks out on your bed in a row, making a rect
angle of them, and lie down next to them.
“Yes, sir.”
“Now I want you to insert your cock, the one attached to the plunger, and I want you to tape the bottom of the plunger to your ankles with your duct tape.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now, lying on your back, I want you to get those forks and dig them into your nipples.”
“Yes, sir.” This was one of my favorite parts. The forks were my favorite toy, and the perfect symbol for that intoxicating intersection between pleasure and pain.
“Good girl. Now dig them in and twist.” The gravelly tenor of his voice heightened my senses and took me to a magical place that only included the two of us. His kingdom, where pleasure and pain melded together, and it was impossible to tease out which was which.
I forced the silver tines of the forks into my tender flesh and cried out. “Ahhh!” My cry embraced and repelled the sharp objects invading my body.
“That’s it. Dig them in hard. Twist!”
I did, and my complaints melted into mewls of lust.
“That’s a girl. Good job. Now roll over onto the blocks. Lie on them with your breasts and your stomach on top of them. Let the indentions of the blocks drive into that sensitive flesh of yours.”
Setting the forks aside, I flipped onto my belly, the pattern of the alphabet blocks marking my skin. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was quite awkward and uncomfortable. The upside was that it was hot having him direct me into such a vulnerable position, and I liked him controlling me like that.
“Fuck yourself. Take that cock deep inside that greedy pussy of yours.”
“Yes, sir.” I wiggled my ankles up and down, driving the dildo into my cunt, the sharp edges of the blocks poking me with each stroke.
“Good girl. Now inch yourself up over the blocks so that only your stomach, and possibly your mound, is touching them. I want your breasts above them and free for you to play with them while you fuck yourself.”
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