"The snake comes out of the hole, goes around the tree and goes back into the hole..."
I think to myself as I tied her leg to the chair. I stand up and step back to examine my handiwork. Her hands could probably be bound a little tighter behind the back of the chair, but her favorite blue scarf as always a bit too malleable. Her legs are now both tied to the legs of the chair she is sitting in with some rope I ordered online. I'd wondered as I got what the person at the counter would say if they knew what was in the package. Her eyes are covered with a red knitted scarf a friend had given me, and stuffed in her mouth were the boxers I'd been wearing that day. She is squirming under the restraints. I lift myself up onto her bed and stare at her. Her favorite part is the wait.
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I struggle to believe at times that this is who I am now that it was only a few weeks ago that she told me, "I want you to dominate me. I want to be your pet." To hear a strong feminist woman say such a thing baffled me. Her eyes were filled with fear that I may reject her, or worse yet reject her and tell others about how she was. I didn't though. I told her I needed time to think that I was afraid of hurting her and that I despised pain. She nodded and smiled.
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"Mmm" she said well it is all she can say. Her loud moaning brings me back to the current situation. Her legs are beginning to shake and her hands are still trying to work their way out of the binds. I guess the vibrator that is resting inside her on high might be a bit too much, but she knows she is supposed to stay quiet for master. I make sure she hasn't been giving me the safe signal and walk over to grab my leather belt. Folding it in half, I slap it against her breasts being sure to hit her nipples. Once, twice and she lets her head fall, our yellow light signal to slow.
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All day after she told me I spent googling.
BDSM
Submission
Domination
How to tie a knot?
How to make a gag?
Sex Toys.
I approached it like an academic study reading guide and references. Studying the culture of kink through images and words. I was teaching myself how not only dominating was attractive but what drew the sub towards it.
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She is squirming again. She nearly knocked the chair over. I jump off the bed, walk over, and untie her legs from the chair. I lift her up and stand her up. She falls. Her legs long since stopped working. As she tries to stand I place my foot on her back and push her down. I say "Master wants his pet to be still." She listens and I bind her ankles together and tie that bind to the bind in her wrists leaving her legs up in the air as she lays on her stomach. I explain that her squirming early was unacceptable. I grip the belt again.
One
Two
Three
Times I strike her ass with the belt. Watching her quiver and hearing her breathing become even further despondant. I sit in the chair that is now damp with her juices which overflowed and stare at her again. Bound and with the ring of the beads resting on her ass and the vibrator still buzzing away on her pussy.
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The package had come with more than just rope but a vibrator and a set of anal beads as well. We hadn't actually had vanilla sex yet let alone kink sex. However I'd been dominating her in our private cuddling time. Learning her fantasies and how I could occupy them. I made myself the maestro of her desire. I had decided the day after she'd told me that I would dominate her.
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