My name is Amanda. However, only my father and my dom call me that. Everyone else calls me Mandi. I am a submissive longing to become a slave- wondering if I am cut out for the job. I live with my dom. He owns my heart as well as my body. Believe it or not we met at work. He was my supervisor. Never before had I been dominated though I've always longed to be. There is a hole in me that I know can only be filled when I am totally dominated-when I become his slave.
From the start, we hit it off. Within a week we were living together. Within three, there I was, wrists tied to my thighs, one rope behind my neck pulling my legs to my head. We made a single pact that was not to be broken or altered. No permanent damage would be done to my body. That's all I could ask for. At fist I said no to the idea of anal sex. Mainly because I knew it would hurt worse than any other torture imaginable. As I cam to love him and in turn to trust him, I soon let go of that occlusion- I broke even that barrier. Even as our scenes progressed, I was not afraid of him. From mere ropes and blindfolds we advanced to a cane by which I was beaten when needed, to a hood and gag. Candles came soon after.
Having had a near death experience with fire before in my life, the flames were unendurable. Paralyzed with fear, petrified within, I had to use our safe word. Tears ran down my face that night as they had done so many times before only this time due to guilt. It was the first time of three that I ended the scene and I felt horrible. I felt as if I had failed to make him happy. He took me downstairs, gently showered me and put me to bed telling me the whole time what a good little submissive I was- that he was not upset with me for using the safe word- that he loved me. I knew it was true, but I was still scared he'd think I was trying to top him. Never would I try that. I know my place.
Before long we were using wax, clothespins, belts, a pulley system, hypodermic needles and tourniquets. Then all at once our scenes stopped. Upon talking about the interruption, I learned that he wanted something more. He was not bored with me, but with our equipment. It was then that he introduced the idea of electricity. At first I was scared. But by then I had long since established an " I'm happy to try anything that makes you happy" mindset. So electricity became our next endeavor. For weeks he "played" with items in the house trying to crate an instrument that would work- that we could trust. Finally deciding on two switches and a phone line, he concocted the device that soon we would use.
That evening started out with a nice dinner and afterward, we both experimented with the electricity. He held the wires in his hand and dialed our phone number from our other phone line. When it rang he jumped a little and laughed as he let go of the wire.
"You will enjoy this." He said. "Here, try it."
So I did as he had and I too jumped from the shock. Cautiously, I raised my shirt to reveal my breasts. I held the wire to my nipple and very slowly dialed our number. I cried out in pain as the current charged through my sensitive tits.
"Please not on the nipples." I begged. Grabbing a fist full of hair, he pulled my head back so that I was looking him square in the eyes. Then in the softest voice I had ever heard he asked, "Who's in charge here Amanda?"
Hating myself for having begged him, I quickly replied, "You sir. You are in charge. Please forgive me." "You will be punished." He assured me. "As I should be." I said to myself, not daring to speak. Into the room we went. He led me hand in hand to the foot of the bed. The pulley system had been set up earlier. The "toy drawer" as we call it was open. I watched as he walked to the drawer and brought forth my hood.
"Put this on dear." He said handing me the black hood. I took care to pull my long blonde hair away from my face. It would not please him to have to move it later at a more crucial time.
I stood silently hood, in place as he applied the dark tape over the eyes of my mask. This keeps out any smidgen of light that might try to shine through. Normally I would be calm at this point however tonight was very different. My legs could not stop trembling as master tied the knots that bound my wrists behind my back.
