This is a story I thought up while watching a little TV and enjoying an adult beverage on a football Saturday. I am the originator of this story and am solely responsible it for any mistakes contained herein. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended, If BDSM, Mind Control, CNC, Oral and Anal are not your thing, go read something else. If you do enjoy what I've written, please remember to vote, like and leave a comment. As always play safe and have fun.
Now on with the show.
I slowly stepped around the St. Andrews cross that sat in the middle of my playroom and looked at my slave as she hung limply from the restraints that held her spread eagle. Her back, ass and thighs were cris crossed from the flogger that dangled from my right wrist, I could hear her ragged breathing and sobs as I stepped up to her and caressed her tear-streaked face.
She flinched at my touch and her eyes tried to focus as she looked around, having dropped back into reality from the pain haze she was in. 'Poor little slave, would pet like Master to stop?' I asked. She shook her head and sniffed in trying to find her voice.
'P-p-p-pppllleassssse m-m-m-mmmasssstterrrr... ppppllllleeeeasssseee.' She stuttered out and started crying again. I moved her sweaty hair out of her face and smiled at her. 'Please what slave?' I asked knowing what she wanted but I wanted her to say it. 'Please what my pet?'
'Flog slave Master, please Master make slave scream and beg for more Master.' She finally managed to get out. I smiled even more as I picked up the gimp hood that was hung on one of the arms of the cross, she on. I reached into my pocket and removed a set of ear buds, I placed one in each ear and started fitting the hood over her head.
'Does slave want to take the final step? Tell Master what his pet wants.' I said. She sniffled a few more times and nodded her head.
'Make slave Masters property Master, take slave and do with it as Master wishes.' She says and I kiss her forehead and place the hood over her face and head and secure it at her neck. I listened to her whispering to herself, 'slave is Masters property... slave is Masters property.' over and over again as I turned the small MP3 player on and set it on the shelf 5 feet in front of her.
I walked back behind her and gripped the floggers handle, finding my spot and after giving it a few swings, began to lay back into her ass, thighs and back yet again. I watched her arms tighten, trying to pull herself up the cross thinking she could free herself. I laid into her taught muscles hard breaking her even further. I smiled and thought about the first time I'd meet her at a munch.
I walked into the restaurant backroom where the local community meet each month and took a chair about halfway down the line of tables as others came in and sat themselves. I eyed those that sat down and quickly identified who was who in the dynamic, 39 years as a Dom had allowed me to judge people fairly quickly. I eyed a young girl who shyly stepped in and smiled at her and motioned her to sit near me. She walked over to the chair I had indicated as I stood up and pulled it out for her.
'Thank you, Sir.' She said in a quiet voice as I sat next to her and leaned over. 'First time at a munch?' I asked her and smiled as she nodded nervously. I grinned. 'Relax were in a public place, nothing's going to happen here.' I told her and introduced myself to her. 'I'm John pleased to meet you miss?' I said.
'Oh, Andrea. Pleased to meet you, John.' She replied as the meeting started.
We introduced ourselves stating our place in the lifestyle and the number of years, I got a lot of strange looks when I said 39 with a straight face. I was asked several questions and confidently answered them showing my level of knowledge. Andrea looked at me.
'Wow, nearly as long as my dad's been alive.' She said and then introduced herself and stated that she was curious. We welcomed her then continued on.
Our host asked if anyone had any questions about the lifestyle and stated that no question was stupid, knowledge was power in the lifestyle. Andrea put her hand in the air, and she was recognized. 'Ummm, could someone tell me about safe words?' She asked. We all chuckled, and several others began to give her information, explaining not only what a safe word was but the words you shouldn't use because they were too common.
'Words like stop, don't, quit, no and other common words like that are generally not used because during play you could be saying these words and not mean them.' I told her and others agreed with me. We went into other safety protocols that might be used if say she was gagged or in a position where clear communication might not be possible.
We spent the next 2+ hours taking her deeper into the lifestyle, opening one door after another and showing her the wonders of pain and pleasure, they might contain. 'Pain, like it's counterpart pleasure is simply a two-sided coin, and it all depends on what you want or need to take you to subspace.' I told her. She looked at me quizzically.
'Subspace? what's that?' She asked, this launched many of the submissives into answering her question.
We were still chatting as the munch broke up and we headed for the door and out into a rainy early evening. 'Damm, rain I didn't plan on that.' Andrea said.
'Where are you going?' I asked her, pulling my coat a bit tighter around me, I didn't mind cold or rain, but both together bothered my joints.
'Back to my Dorm at the collage about 2 miles away.' She said. I smiled at her and nodded my head towards the parking lot.
'Come on I'll drop you off, don't want you getting sick or looking like a drowned rat when you get back.' I said and took her elbow and steered her to my car.
Doing this and her and her willingness to be directed confirmed to me that she was submissive. I squeezed her elbow and she quietly moaned in her throat, that told me she enjoyed a bit of pain. I smiled to myself knowing that with a bit of training she would be a willing pain slave. 'How long have you suspected you were a submissive?' I asked as I opened the door and set her in then got in myself.
'Umm, over the last few years I've kind of had these feelings and wasn't really sure what they were.' She said. 'Then I saw a BDSM video and watching the girl get beaten had me dripping and wanting to be her in the frame.' I pulled out my phone and brought up a few pictures of my dungeon to show her. I enjoyed the look on her face as she flipped through them. 'This is yours?' She asked, I just smiled.
'All hand built by me; I've only bought a few pieces because I don't know how to make them.' I told her.
I told her of how, when I first started, you didn't have all the places to go to simply pick things up. You either had to make your own or know someone who was into the same thing and could make it for you. 'I'll tell you what, if you'd like to experience some things, I'll pick you up next Friday afternoon and you can bring a friend if you want.' I told her then asked her when her last class was. She told me as we pulled up by her dorm, she looked over at me and asked me in.
The ride up to her floor gave me the time to look her over. 5'5" 120 or there abouts, IBTs 32As maybe Bs, a cute firm ass and nice firm legs that I bet would look fabulous in heels and stockings. She was just 19 and had fairly long strawberry blonde hair and shiny blue eyes. Getting off we walked to her door and went in; her roommate had dropped out and they hadn't given her another one yet, so she was solo.
She looked up at me and remover her coat and walked over to a small footlocker and pulled it out, then opened it. I could see she had a nice selection of ropes, crops, floggers, and other toys contained their in. 'Please tie me up Sir.' Andrea said and got on her knees before me. I reached in and pulled several items out, looking them over. everything was store bought, and while not the best out there it wasn't totally junk either.
I looked over at her as she knelt in the middle of the floor, her head down. I picked up several pieces of rope and sat on her bed next to her. 'Look at me Andrea and tell me why you want me to do this to you.' I asked. She shuffled around, still on her knees and put her hands behind her back.
'Please Sir, I want to know what it's like to really be bound and helpless by someone who truly knows what they are doing.' She said. 'I feel the need to become a strong Masters slave, I want to be owned and not have to think Sir.'
I listened to her plead her case to become a slave, and from the looks of it, not just any one's slave, but mine and mine alone. I sat back and looked her over with a critical eye, I scratch my chin and nod to myself. 'Stand girl and strip slowly for me, let me see what I might get out of this plea.' I said and watched her stand and slowly remove her clothes starting with her shoes and socks.
I looked down, she did have cute little feet about a size 6 or 7, with slim ankles and firm thighs and calves as she removed her jeans. Her belly was flat and free of the pleasure trail that some girls had, she took her bra off reveling her 32Bs tits capped with cherry red nipples and small areola. I watched her take a deep breath and skin off her pink panties; Andrea was smooth which made me smile and nod.