Warning! This includes masochism, pegging, stepping, BDSM, puppy play, and masturbation.
From the male's point of view:
Dear diary--It's me again, writing my daily dramas. As you know, recently we went out for a little trip, it was fun, the theme park was all I needed! You know she thinks she controls me, I mean, of course, she's my dom, but the truth is utterly opposite.
Yeah, she controls my leash, plays with me whenever she wants, and also teases me a lot, and I love that. But you know why she can do all this stuff to me because I have given her the right to pull the leash whenever she wants to.
And silly her, for thinking that she controls me when I'm the one controlling her. Controlling her lust, her love, her jealousy, her cravings, even her needs! I am the one who fulfils them, so who's the one in charge here, Crystal, it's me!
"Are you?" she chuckled as her hands wrapped around the dairy, she just caught. She's sitting on our queen size bed, mirrors surrounding us, it was her idea. Why did she have to read every word written on it, so loud?
"Why are you lying to your dairy?" she chuckled again as I'm sitting on my knees, my hands resting on my thighs as I look at her perfect posture, leaning towards me.
"I-I." My words disappeared in my mouth, finding a way to come out. Her black eyes find their way to mine, waiting for my words to be loud and clear.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" she chuckled again, patting my head, as she ordered me to rest my head on her thighs. Moving ahead, her pats are now turned into soft pulls.
"I don't know what to say," I uttered, waiting desperately for her confirmation of ease. "You know what I'm not sure if your diary kept your secret safe, but it fucked you up!" Fuck!
A soft pull on my hair, made me look into her calm eyes. "Let's show you, who holds the leash!" Leaving me sitting on the floor, she pulled out the collar from the drawer and sat next to our bed.
The cold air was hitting my back, as I sit exposing my back to the wide-open window. My white shirt soon fell, as she lead with her hands, unwrapping me like a present and a toy at the same time.
Collaring me up, she attached the leash, I almost fell on her thighs when she pulled it, it's her type of testing the strength of the collar.
"Now, what type of collar is this?" she asked, picking up the whip resting next to her.
"Pet play!" My mouth was dry, making it harder to talk, my reflection slightly visible in the mirror behind her, fixed on the headwall. "And what are the rules?" Whipping the stick on her palm gently, she kept her eye contact intact with mine.
"I have to be a good puppy!" That's the only rule she has applied to me, and this one rule is equal to hundred rules, which is never less to fuck me up!
Her whip stopped on my chin, lifting my face to hear, "Good dog!" Splashing the whip softly on my face, she pecked my forehead.
Her blue shirt and pencil skirt was still glued to her body because she didn't receive a chance to freshen up after the office. Her black heel swayed and rested on my shoulder, focusing the tip near my collarbone.
In the beginning, it was sweet but the pain soon erected with her harshness. The burning sensation followed my back when she decided to take it further. My palms hurt against the floor, and my back was probably wounded.
"What do you say?" My eyes tore up, and all I could do was bark like a dog! "Good boy!" she whispered adding, "Go get the strap for the master!" Barking with acceptance I walked on my fours, as her eyes darted through me.
Watching my every step, she shouted when I used my arm to open the drawer, the drawer is on the foot level to keep up with my puppy posture, "Did I tell you to use your hand?"
