These vignettes are dedicated to AB: Mistress, counselor and confidant, whose wisdom, strength, and support have affected me deeply.
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Awe
I'll never forget the moment when she first appeared in my life. It was only a few weeks earlier. I was standing in the bar of the Ace Hotel, she walked up to me and stared into my eyes. A small smile appeared on her face. Her intensity drew me in; instantly it seemed as though something bigger than me was happening yet I had no sense how important that smile would become to me. I followed her, even then it felt natural to let her lead me.
Distance made our rendezvous less frequent than either would have preferred. I walked to her now feeling deeply grateful to see her again. As I entered her space she greeted me warmly and touched me gently. The effect was to bring me in fully.
I disrobed on her instruction. Soon I found myself bound by my wrists to the closet rod. She picked up a flogger and began to beat me. Not as punishment, but as privilege. On our first meeting I had impressed her enough to be given the opportunity to show that I would gladly suffer for her. I was determined to show her my mettle, to show her my strength, to give her what she deserved. The pain picked up slowly from almost nothing to tolerable to painful to limit-testing. Every time she slowed to give me a small recovery I re-positioned to make sure my body was accessible to her. I widened my shoulders, broadened my stance, and arched my lower back. I knew she expected it; it was as though she commanded me without voice or cue. Effortlessly.
She could tell I was nearing my limits and asked if I had had enough. I had, but replied that I didn't believe it was my decision to make. It was the right answer and she beat me further as reward. The renewed pain was intense as her flogger landed on my welted back but I smiled through gritted teeth knowing that I had pleased her.
Eventually, I was unbound. I had an urge to collapse but I stood tall before her with my arms behind my back. My erection jutted out and spasmed regularly as she twisted my nipples.
"Something just dropped into my stockings. I'm not sure if it is you or me. Clean it up."
I understood intuitively how I was to clean it up. I dropped to my knees immediately and licked the whitish fluid off her impossibly long leg. I could tell by the taste that it came from me. I straightened up while still on my knees and found myself inches from her lace-covered sex. I noted streams of her excitement flowing round both sides of the fabric and down her thighs. Rivers of passion. Holy testament to her sadism.
I was awed by her sadism and the degree to which it truly excited her. In that moment I knew I belonged on my knees before her.
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Kiss
Moments or minutes or hours or days later I stood before her again. Time has no meaning with her. Days compress into minutes. Seconds expand into centuries.
She stared into my eyes and I caressed her, basking in the softness of her skin. We leaned into each other. Our lips met. For a moment. For ever.
She laughed in shock. She slapped me hard across the face. She looked into my eyes and smiled. We kissed again.
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Desperation
You planted the seed weeks before: that I might open my eyes to see you standing above me. The vision has invaded my thoughts persistently since then. And now here I am, lying in bed, hooded and bound. My cock being stimulated by a vibrating ring while encased in Kali's teeth. I am writhing in pleasure and pain. You take off the hood. My eyes slowly adjust to the light even though the room is dim. I look up and see you. Your beautiful pussy above me. It's the rarest of moments; a time when the reality is a thousand times greater than the fantasy. My cock spasms within the Kali's teeth and pain shoots through me.
I need to taste you. So badly. Desperately. My mouth is dry and my heart racing. The pain worsens as my erection grows infinitely in spite of the nails driving into it. The pain reminds me of my place under you and that drives my desire to worship you. My cock grows further. Lather, rinse, repeat.
"Please... please... please..." I beg
You only smile.
"I'll make you feel so good." I beg.
"I feel good now."
"It will hurt me... I will suffer intensely pleasing you in this state." I groan as I speak. Verbalizing my predicament causes my cock to enlarge further within it's wicked prison.
Your smile grows bigger. I made the case you want to hear. You slowly lower yourself onto my face.
"You will suffer for me."
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Taxi
A smile grows on your face after I ask you your plans for the evening. You show me the text on your phone from your lover asking if you are free. You reply in the affirmative and lean into me. I am charmed and overwhelmed by the power of your sexuality. I grab your knee as my erection grows. I ask to drop you off at his place.
As we leave the bar I can feel the wetness of my boxers. In the cab you instruct me to put two fingers inside of you. I struggle a bit due to the way we are sitting but soon enough I am inside of you feeling your warmth and wetness. Feeling how excited you are. We kiss passionately and then I bid you good night as you leave me to give yourself to another. I lick my fingers and think of you as the cab takes me 70 blocks uptown.
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Taken
You kneel me down in front of your bed. I put my chest on a towel lying on the immaculately made bed.
"Close your eyes. I don't want you to spoil the surprise."
I feel you behind me. Touching me. Probing me. Preparing me. I arch my back to indicate my subservience. My breathing is a bit ragged. I am nervous. I think I know what is coming next and I fear it will hurt. I want you to take me though. I want you to feel the power of owning me and I am prepared to suffer for it. We both know this was fated since before we met...
I feel an object pressing into me and I know the moment has come. You lean in a bit further and I tense up but soon relax. I want this to happen. You tell me to back up onto your phallus. I do so. Your strength and confidence opens me up fully. Soon you are bucking into me powerfully. I beg you to take what is yours. You do.
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Belt
"Pull down your pants."
You want to see the marks you've left from the day before. I do as I'm told and then kneel down on the floor with my pants hanging to my knees. I lean my chest forward onto the sofa to afford you a better view. I feel your hands caress the marks on my backside.
I feel a desire to please you build up in me. My hands reach down to my pants and grab my belt. I begin to pull it out of the belt loops and as I do so I slowly build up the courage to say the following words, "Hit me, please."
I hear you gasp a little. I know immediately you want this even more than I expected. I'm happy to have pleased you but scared for what I know is going to come next.
You point; I move so that I am lying prone on the floor in front of an oversized mirror. You are on one knee with your forward leg bent astride my body. My belt is folded in your right hand. Your left hand strokes my ass, my back. My cock juts uncomfortably into the floor as you ready yourself.
"Keep your eyes on me."
I feel a few light taps to warm me up and then you hit me *hard*. I close my eyes momentarily - somehow it makes the pain seem less - but open them immediately and keep them trained on you. I watch as your lithe arm moves back and suddenly whips forward bringing the belt down on me..
I can hear people immediately outside our room so I make no noise as you whip me over and over. I feel cold sweat on my back and my breathing becomes ragged. I do not flinch. I do not whine. I crave you. With each lash I watch in amazement and fall further under your spell.
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Fervor
You greet me with your usual warmth but shortly afterwards I hear your voice sternly commanding me to bend over the coffee table. I feel a little shaken. Have I angered you?
There is a phallus on the table but you make no mention of it.
"Keep one hand on the table at all times. Now hand me your belt."
I do.
"Pull down your pants."
I do.
"Pull down your underwear."
I do.
I am bent over, naked from the waist down. you push my shirt up to my shoulders. I feel one stroke of the belt hard against my backside and let out a muffled groan.