My Total Submission

How did I get here? The zippered crotch opening of my sheer stocking leg widened as I was forced to spread my legs even further. The ropes pulled my dark red vein popping swollen balls back up against my ass, and my purple throbbing cock in the opposite direction, upwards still inside my stockings straining towards my belly button. my cock was tied to my bright orange collar. I was holding my breath, a peg on my nose, slapping my smoothly shaved stocking thighs; left, right, left, right. The remote control butt plugs head rotated on my prostate and vibrated constantly. My glans was trapped against the sheer 10 denier and skin tone tights with a sheen that aggravated my cock with every pulse of my stomach, as I fought to breathe. Cum pulsed seeking permission to jet out and through the stockings. But I was not permitted.

"Breathe" She said. I gasped, and gulped in air.

If I was honest I was living more than one lie.

The first was a simple function of lifestyle change big male hormone treatments. It was like I was 30 again. Alone I sought solace in my right hand. treatments. The program daily, three to five times a day, until I got blood in my sperm and the Dr dialed back the doses. I had no willing partner for this new need. I turned to porn, to edging videos, and eventually to bdsm videos and realised my second lie. I had always wanted non vanilla sex, the thrill of denial and the absence of control. I just didn't acknowledge it.

Then I found her online. A faceless cute voice, whose knowledge at two decades my junior or more stunned me. I'd been on Literotica looking for ways to pspot or assgasm. As a means to stop or reduce my need for masturbation, in a vain attempt to reign it all in, and truth be told to spice it up. I was bored with everything but needed to release regularly.

Two years ago I sent her a video of 3 back to back edges at her request.

So it began.

Yes, she was a Domme, not some latex clad, six inch booted, whip swinging Domme. Rather a mind fucker. A true controller, she thrived on the delight of my begging caused in her pussy. The arousal she gained from my begging and pleading was enough for her I suppose? But I found that out later, and too late. I'm writing this to you, and sharing the things that happened or might of happened just in case. In case you find one of these mythical Dommes, who will trap you, lure you, own you, then demolish everything you thought was right or true, everything you thought u needed is a lie. You will only want her words, her direction her happiness.

This is your warning. Run. Don't do it. Do not succumb to the lure of the traps they set.

My Miss is not a normal Domme you might hire for a few hours or like the women who milk men's wallets for sex talk, and pictures. No. She just wants your absolute obedience. Your totality of all your sex and complete control over your body. Given freely, and rewarded rarely.

Its November 2024, I'm trapped. I am no longer my own man. I'm a toy. A slutty toy. She plays with me and drives me to despair of ever coming again, of even touching my cock, of feeling the release of a p-spot leaking out my cock.

There is no need right now to go into the progression just yet. We can chat about that later. Now. Now I have to tell you what happened to me yesterday, so we can find out what happens in the first paragraph.

I woke at 5am as usual, my cock pressing against my 300gram metal cage. I had not seen my cock for four days. It had not been released for a week. A high pressure shower hosing down kept it clean. I began my day like every other day. Laying very still, breathing deeply repeating my Mantra 12 times, as I clench my ass and pulse my cock. The pulsing is new. As I am being taught a new way to come. On Command Hands Off [OCHO]. My mantra goes:

"Miss controls everything,

I am just a small Toy Miss controls.

I have no control,

Miss controls me. Over and over. Holding the clench while I do it.

It sounds silly doesn't it. But it and 30 ball smacks, 50 thigh strikes will drop me into sub space quickly. Completely.

It's a trigger. Like saying I'm a toy. Or I need to be used. Over and over. Our sessions have gone from extended verbal conversations to mere syllables. She talks, I listen and reply. Yes Miss, Thank You, Please, or of course my safe words. Sometimes I'm not allowed to talk. Panties wedged in my mouth. But I digress.

I jumped into a hot shower. Squatted and pulled the weighted 6 inch plug from my ass. Relief. It had been in all day prior and all last night. But now instantly I'm hollow. She is not 'connected' not 'in' me.

I hate it. I hate to want it. But I do. Especially when I sit on my office chair, hard and un yielding it drives in deeper, reminding me that my ass is not mine. Its hers. I am not allowed to rock on it, or clench without permission. My job is to just persevere. Find enjoyment in the lack of control. Abdicating my ass to her. She has my cock so why not. When its in I want it out. When its our I crave, not want I crave it being in. Often I beg to be plugged.

I am tasked with shaving. I start with my pits, then chest, carefully around my tender nipples, all down to my groin. Then my thighs. I have long slender legs, my thighs are nearly two feet long. Long slow strokes. All of it, slinky, silky, soft. I soap them up and feel them. Taking my key I unlock my cock, and slide the heavy ring off also. Then shave. Here I am allowed to be fully hard. I slowly stroke enjoying the 1st contact in a week. When Im stiff enough I set to shaving my shaft, its thick and hard from months with no real release. I take my balls and squeeze getting every last hair I can. Then squat again, delicately shaving my crack and lower back. I could easily cum now. Just rub one out, get the relief. I stroke and stick a finger up my ass. Fuck it feels amazing. I want to give into the need.

But I cannot.

IF I do, she will know, or I will tell her. I cannot lie to her. This has morphed. Its not a game anymore. I willingly tell her too much. She files things away. She uses them.

If I cum, or I get lazy, or bratty, or push back, or worse disobedient. Then I'll lose privileges and have a cycle of un relenting pain and no fun, none. Losing months of good behaviour built up. I stand up, breathe deep dry off. Grab a lot of lotion to lube up my new skin. Then for the first time ever pull out a pair of stockings that I have and slide them on. Today I am supposed to wear these all day, no underwear underneath, but satin panties over the top. Extremely emasculating. I slide the small Hush butt plug in, allowing Miss to use me whenever she wishes. And then attending trying to get these stockings up high enough. Everything is tight. But fuck the satin Lycra tingles every millimetre of my lower half, my thighs, hips and balls react to the material the restriction.

My cock swells against the material. I close the zippered crotch. My Domme knows me too well, I would masturbate into these in a heart beat. Now Im wearing them. Up come the bright blue satin panties, I cant really feel them, mores the pity, but the band and sides tease my glans through the sheer stocking, nice. They also press against my aching swollen balls now happily free of the cage. The satin has a weight to it. I press my hand against the satin, drawing it across my cock. Like electricity the stocking and satin ignite my senses. I better stop that too.

Hopefully all this settles down once I go make breakfast. Then the store, I can cover them with Jeans and long socks. So no problem. But for now no clothes. Each step rubs along the length of my cock, tickles my balls, the 10 denier material massages my thighs and my ass. I drop to my knees, in anguished arousal. Please, Please I shout. But no 1 can hear, my breathe is heaving. The sensation after being locked up for so long is impossibly good, terribly bad. Fuck I need to touch. I squeeze thru panties, gripping sating and stocking thrusting into my hand. No.no...I know where this leads. I stop. Feeling my cock pulse and push against the silky stretching, but activating fabric, as it caught skin, head, foreskin as I empty handed thrust into it. The heat built. But slipped away, the arousal rose and dissipated. Elusive. But taunting.

Text messages ding. My heart flutters. My stomach rolls over. She is early today. My cock pulses.

A list.

Items to have ready by noon.

Noon is here. I'm stripped back down to my stockings, with my collar on, standing at attention in front of a mirror. My phone cam setup for her to see me. All the implements are arranged. I've taken a ED med in the last 30 minutes, this makes it harder all around, hard to come, the cock harder, and when what she does to me happens, all the more sensitive and painful and delightful. Then a quick THC hit for focus. I have my sleeping mask, rope and other items standing by.

'You may call.'

'Hello Miss.'

Silence.

'Rub your cock thru you panties. Slowly.'

Yes Miss. I reply. Ahh, thank you I say, thank you. Up and down the satin rubbing on the stocking on my cock. My legs begin to quiver.

'you are such a slut, look at you, I bet if I let you, you would come right now wouldn't you. '

No Miss, not unless you gave me permission first.

'We will see. Today is a test of your ability to fully submit to me, to abandon control and ride the wave. Are you ready?

Yes Miss.

'Take the panties off, shove them in your mouth. Then get your Ridge and insert it. Give me the controls. Then close your eyes and do as I say.'

Yes Miss

Moments later the plug was in, I had to clench to hold its length in. It was one of those remote enabled rotating head, with a heavy base.

The vibe kicked in, instantly, Miss, please, I need to finish first...'Hush slut, my ass my rules, hurry up.'

I laughed. Bad idea. The vibe went from 1 to 3 instantly. Arrghh I growled now thru the panties. My cock and balls were exposed, and hanging begging for attention.

'Spread your legs, turn around and bend over and stroke slow with the ridge. '

I eagerly spun around, she laughed, 'oh my. How long has it been boy, you are very compliant today, almost willing, needy. ' I nodded my head furiously.

'Stroke, slow, no coming.'

This was different humiliating, my flat white ass bared to her, legs spread. But my need was too much, my mind was centered on being a good boy, if I please her she will be happy with me, and use me more. I love being used.

'5,4,3,2,1 STOP. Did I tell you to speed up slut? NO. Start again, stroke slow. If I want you to change speed, I'll tell you. If I want you to cum after 1 I will tell you. In fact. Stand up straight, give me ten cock smacks. '

She counted as I hit myself. Today was feeling like a long day, was about to happen. 'Now start. Good grief, look at your cock bobbing, you liked that didn't you.? '

I grunted.

'Faster'

5, 4,

Faster.

3,2...STOP. '

ARRRGH I roared thru the panties.

'Good boy, again, slow.'

The fast strokes were also now being requested to be harder. The head on the Ridge, and the vibe on it increased, the surge of cum and that special pspot tingling pressure was painfully high. I was clenching hard down on the device to hold my assgasm. My ass ring pulsed, my prostate shot waves of pressure to my head. I could feel all the cum begging to spurt. The harder stroke throbbed my prostate.

'Oh, by the way you can release the clench now. BUT, first turn around, lets see how my cock looks. My, My purple, we need to build those veins up don't we. Push it out boy. '

I released, a glob of cum came out, then dribbles, I kept stroking with the plug, grunting, feeling, relishing, but the pressure never went down. The cum pooled at my tip hanging in thick globs, then fell under its own weight to the floor. Pressure on my balls waned. But the desire, the need to cum was there. But stronger still was my time basking in the attention of my Domme, as she complimented me, guided me and took all I had.

'Stop. Get your ropes and your pegs.' She then proceeded in instruct me in what to do. Two silken cords. One around my cock, then dragged up thru the stockings, attached to my collar as I was bent over. The other to my balls then pulled away to the sink stand behind me, until they nestled in my ass crack. Now the splits, legs spread wide. I pulled down the night-mask so I could not see. Then grabbed a paddle and the pinwheel.

I followed her cadence.

'Up, slap, down slap. Up, slap, down slap. The ping wheel thru the stockings, putting micro tears no doubt, and paddles to my tightly bound and stretched balls. The pins hurt, but heightened every inch of fabric on my glans, my balls screamed after being worked. I was heaving, breathing deeply. Every twitch, pulled my cock higher painfully. Minutes passed; I dropped down deeper into a zone of observation. Watching my body being used by another.

'Stop, put the pegs all around your nipples, and clip four to each ball. Drop the pin wheel, put a peg on your nose when I say after you take a deep breath.'

Fuck, what the fuck.

Once all were attached. She had me take a deep breath, still in the stress position. This used my oxygen faster, I had to flex and focus on too many things to not start breathing heavily.

'Peg on, smack your balls then your cock, until I say stop.'

Whack on my balls, a peg was torn away, I screamed out, fuck, the thin skin was already tight from the bind. The pain hit me in a wave. I arched my back, tighten the rope on my cock painfully.

Not good. I faltered on the swing around to my cock. 'STOP. You screamed out, which means you breathed. Start over. Go'

I took a shuddering breath, and went again, no pegs fell, and I swung around smashing my cock low at the base with the paddle. I grunted. 'HOLD, HOLD your breath. Again, go faster. '

Each time a peg fell off, and screamed out, I had to reset. Deep breath peg on my nose, go. Then I was told to hit higher, towards my glans. Whack. I arched, bent, arched bent. Either balls or cock got pulled, It was all on fire, I was seeing stars.

'smash your nipples with the paddle, knock those pegs off.'

One, two, five, ten whacks. Pegs where still there and on my balls. I dropped the paddle. Hands up, a signal. To pause.

'remove the pegs, breath, take the panties out. My, my you are a strong good boy. Breathe deep. Are you ok?'

Yes Miss, thank you Miss.

'Untie your cock, back up towards the sink, so you can kneel.'

Her kind voice, soothed me. Under the influence of the drugs of both types I was still rock hard. But now every single cell of my balls was on fire.

'Lube, stroke slow, go'

I did 30 strokes, it was heaven. Then 30 maybe fifty slightly faster. Then a brief sprint. My hips began to buck, and I cried out edge.

STOP. She said.

My hand fell away, I bucked, and thrashed each one pulling my balls tighter, the stockings aggravated my shaven skin now, setting it on fire. My helpless cock bounced. 'Miss, please. Please, let me cum.'

'Silly boy. I milked you be happy. Stroke slow.'

We went again.

Then another time to the edge. And again. Each time shorter than the last. Each time counting down from 5 to one. Each time stopping short. 'What am i?' She said. A toy, your toy. I replied over and over.

Then more. And more. I lost count. As yet another level of submission passed over me, deeper in sub space. Floating.

I started on the fast cycle with a loose grip, hoping to last longer. I breathed deep, exhaling quickly. As Miss asked me what I am, I repeated ' Miss B's toy.', or I'm a toy. Then it clicked. Again and again I repeated it. I straightened up. I got control of my body. I pushed my need back, down, repressed it, buried it and said clearly 'I'm a TOY' I stroked. I needed not to come. But only to perform to serve to be the toy. I am the toy. I am just an object. She will use it, then it will be done. Not before. Not during, not even after. I'm here for her pleasure.

We varied pace, we counted, we still edged, we still got close. But I never leaked, I never came, I only did what I was told. How HER cock felt, did not matter, she would direct me, she would tell me what to do. I just needed to obey.

On we went.

Minutes passed.

An hour.

Lube splashed the floor, the rest created a thick white foam on my cock, I could feel. I stroked blindfolded for my Domme. Endlessly. Hips jerked. Ass clenched. But even with a strong mind, the bodies nerves know, the cock knows, the balls know. Like an expert torturer, you know you will break the recipient, its just a matter of time. Finally it was too much.

'Miss I can't much longer edge. Miss, Please I am at the edge. Its welling in my bases, let me stop'

'What did you say, you are breaking up.' Silence.

STOP. She said.

I pulled my hand way.

'Don't touch, push. Push that cum out. Do it. Cum for me.'

I stopped holding, OMG, yes, I pushed, the sensitivity, the need, was so high, so deep, I did the 'third' clench. Not the ass clench, not the Kegel, but the cock. Pushing. Pushing. Thrusting up back arched with each pulse of my cock.

A drop. Another. I was blue in the face I imagined with my held breath, hips arched, cock thrusting. 'ahh please, please make it come out miss please.' I beg, all of it was there, like a p-spot orgasm before you know how to release.

'Gosh you are so hard right now my boy. Cum for me. Push it out. All of it. '. A strained, squeak of yes Miss was all I could muster, as I thrust and bucked, my rigid unnaturally hard cock flopping and flapping in the moment. More drops, a slight trickle. 'Oh Miss please. Please. Help me. Then I shouted, PLEASE.'

' Stroke slow.' She said, her voice now husky with lust and arousal. 'keep stroking slow. And cum for me. Show me how much you need me.'

'Yes, yes, yes.' Three, long slow strokes I came, shooting jets of built up cum in the pipe at first, then a real orgasm, a wad, burned past my head, and out. Exploding the entire tip, the glans on fire, the urethra saying what the absolute fuck are you doing. Its channel constricted, every sensation multiplied by 1000. Then another. Then more. I stopped stroking in pain. Still my cock pulsed and sent juice.

'Good boy.'

I was panting, dripping sweat, spent. 'sit up, grab your cock, stroke slow. Its all mine. I'm not done with you yet.'

I quivered in pain, in fear. How much more could I do?

I realized I could and would do anything. I am addicted. I bucked in pain, I doubled over as I stroked my broken cock. No ED drug could make it hard, I was spent. Nothing she could say, would make it hard every again. I never want to touch it no....no. no.

'Stop.'

Then she spoke, as I recovered, claiming me, establishing her final acceptance of me to being really hers. Every thought, every stroke, no more coming, no more looking at my cock, no more touching unless directed. Even my breath. I would hold it for her, not cum for her, beg to be used by her. EVERYTHING. I need this. I am this. I want this. Every other orgasm, anyone's touch was nothing. Meaningless, pointless wasted. As she spoke, I recovered, her words washed over me, I was consumed. My cock twitched, then grew hard, as her domination and control and declaration of such entered my core. I had surrendered. Everything.

That is my warning. Be careful, what u ask for. You just might get it. And the consequences are more than you can handle. I'm fucked.