I met my Mistress five months ago. I was looking for someone to date and have fun with, friends with benefits. I was not looking for a Mistress, a year and a half ago, I escaped a very abusive BDSM relationship. Well, an abusive relationship disguised as a BDSM relationship. I was gun-shy and afraid to let anyone have any kind of control over me again. I still will not allow someone to control me financially, and I have no intention of moving in with anyone anytime soon. I am a full-time student and I work, I want to take the time to truly heal and move on from the abuse I endured for the last fifteen years. But then I met Mistress, she too was only looking for a friends with benefits situation, but when the stars align, well, who can resist fate? So, this story is based on my relationship with my Mistress. We do not live together; this is a long-distance relationship, and we are comfortable with this for now. Mistress lives in a small town in a very rural area, I live in a bigger city about three hours away from her. Mistress has a beautiful dog. We will call her Roan in this story. All names other than the dog's (which has been changed) have been omitted to protect identities. Over the last few months, the relationship has evolved into a power exchange relationship. When I am with my Mistress, I wear a collar in her home, it is a martingale style collar with a chain that hangs loosely around my neck so she can pull it tight whenever she wants to get my attention. This almost always sends a sensation to my groin and causes an orgasm. When we are not in her home, or a hotel room, I wear a day collar, a simple chain with an O ring attached, which is permanently fixed around my neck with no clasp to allow for removal. Mistress collared me two months after we met. Mistress has tasked me with journaling my desires and thoughts so she can know what is going on inside my head. She tasked me with this because I have a hard time vocalizing my desires. I am sharing my journal entries here for others to enjoy, with permission, of course. Any comments or suggestions for the stories are welcome. I appreciate that you have taken the time to read my story. This is just a story.
Mistress is taking things a lot slower than I wish she would, but at the end of the day, she is the Mistress, and I am the submissive. Mistress is a caregiver, she is not a sadist, but enjoys making me feel good, and I am a masochist so she caters to that need I have. She is a lot gentler than I would like, but as she reads my journal entries and gets to know what my needs are, she is gaining the confidence to take care of my needs. I feel safe with my Mistress; she takes really good care of me in all ways, not just sexually. I fell easily and quickly in love with her. Alright, enough background, here is the story:
I took the afternoon off to come to your house and surprise you. You were expecting me tonight, but not until later. I stopped at the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for your favorite meal. I get to your house around 4:30, drop my bags in your room, and the groceries on the kitchen table. I play with Roan for a few minutes until she settles down and goes back outside. Now I go into your room to change into something more comfortable, my collar, a tank-top, and baggy shorts, find some music on my phone, and put in my AirPods to listen. Now, to assemble the ingredients into a meal.
You pull into the carport, seeing my car in its spot. Smiling, you put the truck in park, gather your things, and walk up the steps to the front door, not knowing what to expect when you walk into your house. The house is quiet, and you don't see me or Roan in the living room. You put your things away and hear a noise in the kitchen, so you walk back to the kitchen to see me at the sink washing dishes, shaking my hips to an unheard beat, you see the AirPods in my ears and realize I don't know you're home. You saunter up behind me and place your hands on my hips, press your pelvis into my ass and kiss my neck. I shudder at the contact but lean back into you rolling my head to one side giving you more access to my skin. You reach up and remove the earbud from my right ear, "What are you listening to?" you ask.
"Billie Eilish," I respond, turning around in your arms so I can look at you. I smile, "Can I kiss you?" I ask. You respond by pressing your lips against mine, exploring my mouth with your tongue. I melt into you letting my tongue dance with yours. My phone beeps and I jump. "Oh! I gotta pull dinner out of the oven!" I say as you step back so I can stop the timer on my phone.
I pull the dish out of the oven and place it on the stove top, it's the five cheese baked ziti, your favorite dish to order from Olive Garden. "Smells delicious," you say looking at the dish on the stove. "I could get used to coming home to a home cooked meal every night," you tease. I smile at you.
"They say the way to someone's heart is through the stomach," I tease back.
You tug on the chain around my throat, "I'm not hungry for food right now," you say quietly. "Bedroom, now." I immediately obey and slowly walk to the bedroom awaiting more instructions, you are close on my heels. "Take off your clothes, slowly," you command and I quietly obey, stepping out of my flip-flops, removing my shorts then shirt until I am standing in front of you naked, legs shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind my back, looking towards the floor. "Good girl," you breathe, enjoying the sight before you. You take the chain around my neck and lead me to the foot of the bed, then place your hand on my shoulder and apply slight pressure, "Knees," I immediately drop to my knees, my hands still behind my back, you take a foot and spread my knees apart so you can see all of me. Biting your lip you stand there and look at me for a moment appreciating my obedience.
You walk to the bedside table and pull out the items you plan on using: vibrating butt plug, dildo for the strap, handcuffs, blind fold, gag. You then walk to the closet and pull out the flogger and the harness for the strapon. You place them neatly at the foot of the bed just out of my view. "Breathe" you order and I take a deep breath in and slowly let it out. You reach down and run your fingers through my hair, it's getting longer, but desperately needs to be cut and shaped so it looks better as it grows out. You make a mental note to ask me to get it cut and if I would like an appointment with your stylist. You want me to look and feel my best all the time. Now you reach for the blindfold and place it around my eyes, then secure the gag around my mouth. "Stand," you command, and again I comply immediately. You take my hands and bring them around in front of me, place the handcuff keys around my neck, enjoying how they rest between my breasts, then secure the handcuffs around my wrists. I carefully breathe in and out, trying to calm my excitement. I enjoy being at your mercy. You raise my hands until they are behind my head and secure the handcuffs to my collar at the base of my neck. Then you spread my elbows so my arms are open wide, you then take your foot and spread my feet wider. Still appreciating my obedience, you think to yourself, this is going to be an excellent weekend. You reach down to my pussy to feel how wet I am, dripping wet, slowly you stick two fingers inside of me enjoying the feeling of the wetness coating your fingers. My breath hitches at the intrusion and my pussy tightens around your fingers. You pull them out of me and circle my clit until my body begins to shake, it doesn't take long before the orgasm starts to build, you lean over and take my left breast into your mouth, sucking and biting intending to leave one of many marks on my body. With the contact of your mouth on my breast, my body starts to shake, getting closer to orgasm. I am so close, you reach up with your other hand, closing your fingers around my throat, and I am done, my body explodes, and my knees start to buckle, but I remain upright.
You slowly remove your fingers from my body and stick them in your mouth. "Are you ok?" You ask once you have licked your fingers clean. I nod, unable to speak because of the ball in my mouth. Not giving me time to recover from the orgasm, you take the flogger and slap it across my breasts, moving down to my belly then quickly up and against my pussy. My body shudders at the contact, and I moan you move around to my back and start striking my shoulders, ass, and thighs hitting me harder with each blow. My mind instantly goes blank, I'm just feeling, lost in the pain and pleasure. You continue stricking me, moving around me in a slow circle so you are hitting me on the breasts, stomach, pussy, shoulders, sides, ass and thighs. Each blow is hard and fast, but I am not using my words, so you remind me I struggle, but say "green," so you continue hitting me harder and harder. Finally you hit my ass and drop the flogger, you look at me all over and my skin is red, to red. "Are you ok?" You ask, concerned that I have not said red yet, I nod vigorously and struggle to say green again. I wonder why you have stopped. You reach down again, touching my pussy and are satisfied when you feel that I am even wetter than before, it is dripping down my legs. "Put your legs on the board," you command, and I kneel on the board at the foot of the bed. The bed is a platform bed with sideboards running around three sides and a padded headboard. Arms still behind my head. You like the sight of my ass in the air and decide that if I can breathe properly you are going to leave my hands behind my head. "Can you breathe?" you ask, and I struggle to nod, but I can breathe just fine.
Again you put two fingers inside my pussy and start to slowly fuck me, not to get me off but the gather as much of the wetness as you can. Once your fingers are coated, you remove your fingers and trace them up to my ass and put one inside of me and start to fuck my ass slowly. I moan and arch my back, pushing against you, and you add another finger, stretching me. You continue to fuck me until you feel me relax enough to add a third finger, then you really start to fuck me, harder. You take the jeweled butt plug into your other hand, and right before I start to cum, you remove your fingers and quickly slide the lubed up butt plug into my ass. Before I realize what is going on the butt plug is vibrating in my ass and I am cumming, crying out around the gag in my mouth.
You press your pelvis up against my ass, rubbing the soft denim of your jeans against my reddened skin, I grind my ass against you wanting more. You reach up and remove the gag from my mouth. "Beg." You command, "if you want me to fuck you, you're going to beg me for it."
"Please, Mistress, please fuck me, hard. I'll do anything, please," I beg. You then tell me to get on my knees on the floor in front of you, and I comply. I want to be good. Removing the blind fold, you slowly take your clothes off while I watch. My mouth is open, god, you look so good. You put the dildo in the harness and slide it up your legs, and secure the straps tightly around your hips. You're standing right in front of me, the dildo even with my face, "suck," you command and I open my mouth and lean forward to take the dildo in my mouth. Looking up at you I move my head back and forth on the dildo, you turn up the butt plug, enjoying the sight of my body shaking at the change in my ass as you place your hand behind my head and move against my mouth, pushing the dildo deeper into my mouth. Holding my head in place with the dildo pressing against the back of my throat until I gag. You pull the dildo out until just the tip is in my mouth, then shove it back down my throat, again holding my head still until I gag. You repeat this until you see my body start to shake, it doesn't take much to make me cum, you know I like to choke on it. Once the dildo is dripping wet and the silva is running out of the corner of my mouth you pull it out of my mouth and tell me to kneel on the board again, you then grab my hips and line the dildo up with my opening and roughly slam inside of my pussy. You fuck me hard and fast I cum quickly but you don't let up. You're going to fuck me senseless. Again and again I cry out and cum over and over again. Finally, I cry out "red!" I can't take anymore, my body is shaking all over and the wetness is dripping out of my pussy around the dildo. You become still inside of me, reach over for the remote and turn off the butt plug. I collapse onto the bed, and you lie down gently on top of me. My body is not ready to release the dildo, and you don't want to hurt me. "Breathe," you coax gently, stroking my hair. You see tears on my face, "Are you ok?" I nod, words escaping me. Finally, you pull out of me and remove the harness, discarding it at the foot of the bed, you crawl up the bed and pull me up to you, and wrap your arms around me. I lay my head on your chest, tears falling silently from my eyes. 'Are you sure you're ok?" You say concerned you took it too far this time.
"Yes, it was just a lot of sensation," I say, looking you in the eyes, I desperately want you to know I feel safe with you. You kiss my forehead and hold me close.
I lay my head on your chest, and after a few minutes, my breathing changes, slows, and becomes deeper. You know I've fallen asleep. You look down at me, the sheet is pulled up to around my mid-back. You move the sheet to get a better look at my skin, it is still red and you can see stripes from the flogger. Frustrated, you think to yourself you took it too far and wonder why I did not use my safe word. You plan on talking to me about it when I wake up, but for now, you just hold me.
After about twenty minutes, I stir; I feel stiff, but I am not in pain. I look up at you and see a look on your face I cannot decipher. "What's wrong?" I ask, concerned.
You look down at me and ask, "Why didn't you use the safe word?"
"I did," I respond, confused.
"Not when I was flogging you.
"Oh, well, I didn't need to," I respond, confused.
