Diary Entry Number 1
I favor control; I prefer to have the authority, even if it is just an illusion. I like strong men who aren't afraid of (and even enjoy) having their power and choices taken away from them. I guess through some eyes I am seen as a mistress or even sadistic. Sadistic is such a strong word, in my opinion I am a lover someone who enjoys pleasing. The things I do are only things that are asked of me by my "clients." I know their boundaries and how to push them. So, if I am the one satisfying other's desire doesn't that make my clients the ones in control?
I realize I've been daydreaming, and I snap back to reality. I am lying on a large, antique canopy bed. The dark chestnut pillars on each corner reach to the ceiling. Each pillar is ornately carved; the wood is stained so dark it could be easily be mistaken for wrought iron. For a second, I admire the way the light dances through the draped lace taffeta which serves as the roof of the bed. The bed is comfortable and cushy but has never provided anyone with a night sleep. The bed is dressed with fine linens of a regal palette of purple and bronze. The room is largely taken up by the massive bed. It is the focal point of the room. My playroom is decorated in an eclectic taste; the décor reflects a number of different cultures. There are no windows, and the room is dimly lit with candles.
Upon entering the room a delicate smell of clean linens embraces your senses, and all stress melts away. An erotic mural of bodies intertwined consumes the wall furthest from the bed. The painting proclaims "enter here and abandon preconception." A giant cabinet sits in the far corner of the room; it contains numerous tools of the trade. I have a number of restraints secured on the walls furthest from the bed, and some from the ceilings. There are whips for every scenario. I also have a Sybian and a fucking machine for the occasional female clients.
My legs are spread and I am masturbating I am fingering my clit, as I watch the man standing across the room. He is tall and muscular, and I can tell he takes care of himself. His face is red with frustration. I imagine in the real world he is a high power professional. He says his name is James, but it probably isn't his real name. James is a repeating client he returns about once a month. We have an agreement and an understanding. James is my favorite kind of client. He likes deprivation and pleasure mixed with pain.
His cock is rock hard and jerking as he feasts his eyes on my pussy. The only thing keeping this strong man from coming over and taking me are the ropes I used to bind him. His hands are tied behind his back, and the ropes are tethered to the wall.
In reality, I know they aren't necessary; we have a relationship built on trust. I watch his cock and notice its nice curve. As it jerks, I think about how it reminds me of a finger beckoning me to come closer. I start to think about how this nice cock is begging to be fucked, and here I am masturbating instead. I slid a finger into my fuck hole and realize I am soaking wet. I smear my juices around and drench the rest of my pussy.
I hear a loud moan from across the room. Hearing how wet my pussy is must have been more than James could take.
"What was that?" I ask, "Did I hear you moan?"
"Yes Ma'am..." James replies, refusing to make eye contact.
"You know I like peace and quiet when I masturbate," I scornfully reply.
I stand up, and smooth out my garment. I am wearing a corset with an open bust. It makes my size DD's look even bigger. I did have on panties, but I had allowed my client to remove them earlier. My nipples are hard, but, since I got my nipples pierced, they almost always are.
I walk over to the James and face him. My tits are just inches from his body. He leans forward to try and feel my body against his. I can tell he needs relief so bad. His cock is so hard that it is almost parallel to his body. The truth is, I need relief too but I can't let him know that. I slide down his body, biting as I work my way down. For a split second his cock is between my tits. He tries to thrust his hips in a fucking motion. He is clearly saying green, green, and green (we use stoplight colors as safe-words). Soon, I am on my knees in front of him and, using no hands, I slide his cock into my mouth and hum around it. I hear a loud moan.
"Meg, I am sorry. Please, don't stop," he quickly apologizes.
I stop sucking and look up at him. We make eye contact, and I can see his eyes begging to get off. His gaze quickly drops. My pussy begins to ache, but I can't let him see any weakness in my eyes. It is time to put James back in his place. I turn and crawl across the floor letting my plump ass wiggle as I make my way to the table of toys and equipment. James can't take his eyes off of my ass.
He can tell that he is in big trouble, but he knows that his favorite part is coming. I stand up and make my toy selection. I choose a switch. I turn and walk back to him. I am standing tall and walking with intent. When I get back to James, I put the switch in my mouth, and I start to masturbate. I lean against James' strong body to balance myself as I finger myself. My pussy is so wet, and I can feel the moisture running down my legs. It isn't long before my hand is soaked.
I slide my middle finger into my mouth and suck my own spicy juices off of it. I continue the process with all of my fingers. James whines a little as he watches. I finger fuck myself again. When I feel like my fingers are good and wet. I slide my fingers one at a time into James mouth. I continue to finger myself while he eagerly cleans my fingers. My legs begin to shudder, and I have to stop myself from cumming. I remove the switch from my mouth.
Raising my voice a little, I say "You almost made me cum. I think you are asking for punishment, James."
James gasps and moans.
He answers me, "Yes, Ma'am, I am ready."
I reach behind him and unhook the ropes tethered to the wall. Forcefully turning him around, I walk him over to the corner of the room and make him stand there. His hands are still tied behind his back, but enough of his ass is exposed that I can whip him with ease. He stands tall waiting for his punishment. But, instead I run the switch across his back and arms, tickling him.
In one solid motion, I go from tickling softly to swinging and leaving a long red welt on his ass. He yells out, bites his lip, and drops his head, hoping that I haven't heard him. I reach up and grab a fist full of his hair to pull his head back. He yells out, and instantly experiences another swift blow across the back of his legs with the switch.
I want him to think of me every time he sits down. After I feel like he has been sufficiently punished, I untie his hands; they are almost purple from the ropes being too tight. I force him down to his knees and instruct him to crawl to the bed. I sit down on his back to hitch a ride. I softly run my nails over his body, taking notice of his strong arms and his muscles working to carry my full womanly body across the room.
I climb off and instruct him to stand up; he scrambles to his feet and moves closer to me. His body towers over me, and he grabs me and ravenously tries to kiss me. In one swift move, I grab his arm and twist it behind him shoving him face first into the bed. I give his sore buttocks a smack with my bare hand. I step away from the bed. Lucky for me, I've taken self-defense classes, mostly to avoid occupational hazards.
