He bent down and kissed my cheek. Immediately, from the touch of his lips and his smell, I knew that he was the man I could never forget. The man who now lived in my darkest fantasies. He was the man that had taken me to the height of sexual ecstasy and back three different times and he was standing before me, only now he had a name and a face.
TWO YEARS EARLIER
A mentor Dominant. That's what Daniel "Danny" Santiago was offering to me. In return for training to be a submissive, I would contract to be owned by him for one year.
"I will give you the world but in return, I will own your body and your mind completely.
Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week."
Within minutes of signing our contract, he ordered me to suck his dick. My training had begun. Why did I agree to such a deal? Why would any woman? Well, I instinctively knew that I had a submissive type of personality especially when it came to men and sex. Pleasing others is what I do best, and pleasing a man satisfies me sexually. So does the idea of being in his complete control.
Notice I said 'idea'. Up until the moment I signed the contract, these ideas were fantasies. Danny had taken on the job of releasing my fantasies from their cage in my head and bringing them to life.
After his dick was satisfied, temporarily of course, he ordered me to throw out my entire wardrobe, get rid of my apartment and my car which left me completely at his mercy.
For the first month, I lived naked, chained by on leg in either the bedroom or the living room. Oh, the chain was long enough to reach the bathroom or the kitchen so I was not being denied the basic necessities of life; however, I did have to ask permission for every move I made.
I won't lie, there were many tears shed that first month. There were also many hard punishments for any infraction of his rules. But the worst wasn't the humiliation or even the whippings; it was re-training your mind to accept your status as property, highly valued property, but still property. I will give him a lot of credit for not giving up on me especially when I would become weak about our contract.
After that first month, he bought my clothes and jewelry and would dress me up each day to suit what pleased his eye. At night, he would also pick out the lingerie. The two items that were mandatory for me to wear no matter what he wanted to see me in were high heels and the silver collar around my neck. It had a lock on the back and only Danny had the key. He only took it off of me three times, and that I will explain in a bit.
Danny started off with light bondage and light pain gradually working me into accepting the concept that pain can be pleasurable in the right mindset. It didn't take too long for me to understand. Once my orgasms were flowing so to speak, he began to control those as well. I would be punished if I came before he said I could.
In our contract was a list of sexual activities that I had to go over and decide which I was willing to do, which I might do and which ones I would never do under any circumstances. In other words, it was up to me to impose limits, soft (maybe's) or hard (no's) on what Danny was allowed to do to me.
The list ranged from your basic oral sex all the way up to ritual humiliation by defecation. I couldn't understand the sexual attraction of most of the acts on that list so I set many hard limits. Slowly though, as I became more open, some hard limits were softened and
many soft limits I would consent to do. One of those hard limits that softened up over time was allowing another Dom to 'own' me temporarily.
See, a submissive like me can enter a state of mind called 'subspace.' This state of mind can be described as an orgasmic trip that can last for an hour or more. During this trip pain no longer exists and every sensation or touch is magically transformed into indescribable pleasure.
Danny had brought me close but I needed more. I needed that experience to feel like a true submissive. Maybe another Dom could do that for me. Of course, Danny set the rules and would pick the man for me. I wouldn't know when or where it would happen. I would obey for the chance to get what I needed.
Three months left on the contract and Danny would have to release me. No sign or word of another Dom, I was beginning to believe that he had forgotten or possibly didn't care.
Then one night after dinner he ordered me to prepare for a scene which meant to be ready for any type of sex that he might want, oral, vaginal or anal. I must admit that hearing that order usually can make me instantly wet. Interestingly, he laid out a set of white lace crotch less panties and a matching push up bra. White is not his favorite color on me.
I stood at the end of the bed, head down in the proper position and waited. Danny lay across the bed. A pair of strange hands placed a blindfold over my eyes. I jumped, my heart pounded in my ears. The fear was intense.
Danny told me to put my hands behind my back. Trembling, I obeyed. The stranger tied them in such a way that I would still be comfortable if I had to lie on my back. I felt the collar slip off of my neck.
"You belong to this Dom tonight, not me. Understand?"
Tears of fear filled my eyes but I nodded and said, "Yes, Sir."
My new owner pulled my hair and growled in my ear, "Master. You will call me Master." "Yes Master." I whispered terrified.
"I hear that you are a dirty little slut that wants to come harder than she ever has before. Is that true?"
"What?" I said in shock. Danny had never used such language with me. "Answer me!" He pulled my hair so hard that I stumbled back up against him. "Yes, Master." I whispered.
"Louder!"
"Yes, Master!" I cried out.
"And what does a dirty slut like you deserve?" "A spanking, Master?"
He pushed the upper part of my body on the bed; my ass was up in the air exposed to him. I heard a chair being moved up next to me. In less than a minute, my face was in the mattress, my ass was over his left knee, my legs were trapped under his right leg and his left arm was holding my arms down.
The fear and anticipation was more painful than the spanking turned out to be. His hands were larger and rougher than Danny's which meant he could cover more of my ass with each hit.
When I was close to climaxing, he stopped and no amount of begging would change his mind. My cunt was throbbing and there were cramps in my lower belly.
He put me on the bed on my back and tied my ankles together with my knees bent, my inner thighs exposed and ripe for the next round of pain. First, he tickled them with the soft leather flogger and softly caressed my skin with the leather strands. My legs were quivering and shaking.
The first hit landed perfectly on my breasts. It had just the right amount of sting to add to the overwhelming ecstasy that I was already going through. Curiously, when he did use the whip on my thighs it did not sting. Each blow felt as if he were stroking my G-spot. In my head I wanted to beg him to drive his dick into me, to fuck me senseless, but for some reason the only sounds I could make were moans and grunts of pleasure.
I felt him crawl in between my legs, my ankles were still tied and I wrapped them around the back of his legs. I needed to cum so badly that tears were streaming down my cheeks. He laid his face next to mine, he was unshaven and his beard was rough on my skin.
He kissed me hard and deep, his lips were full and soft. His tongue tasted as sweet as a fine whiskey. The smell of his body was musky and wild. The only word to describe it would be primal.
His body was bigger and heavier than Danny's and I found his dick was too when he filled my cunt up with it. He wasn't gentle but he was exactly what I needed. To be fucked hard, deep and fast.
When I finally came, I screamed like a violent, wild animal in heat. I felt the sharp bite of his teeth on my neck as he slammed into my body one last time filling me with that hot juice that I loved to feel dripping down my legs. In a daze, I remember wishing I could taste it too.
I floated inside my head for a while, my body unable to move, while this strange man cared for me. Oddly, I felt a burning sensation in my right hip that lasted for at least thirty minutes.
