Yesterday I had a slave in my dungeon. He was very nervous when we met and throughout some of his session. He had always wanted to try BDSM ever since he was a teenager. Now here he is in his late fifties just trying it for the first time. He shook, he drooled and he begged for more. I truly feel he enjoyed submitting to me. We started out slow because I needed to know how he could handle things. We had a couple of hours so as the time progressed so did he. He went from being nervous and scared to excited. There was light flogging to start. Then I decided to tie him to my table and do just a little torture to see how he would do. He moaned, and gasped as I tortured him. I like to freak them out sometimes. Instead of putting a blindfold on them, I put the blindfold on me and try to whip or flog the clothespins off their balls or nipples. Even blindfolded I have to say I have a pretty good aim. There was times of tenderness and pleasure to calm him then back to what we were doing. He was so interested in the bondage chair and I knew he really wanted to get in it. I made him beg and then earn his time in the chair. He finally made it to the chair. Yesterday was his first time at this new experience but I am sure, it won’t be his last.
This has been one of my favorite songs since the very first time I heard it almost three years ago. Enigma – Principles of Lust: Sadeness/Find Love. I was curious and looked on You Tube today for it and there it was. An amazing song with an amazing video. Check it out on You tube : www.youtube.com/watch?v=F80QIeequEI
He knelt at my feet and told me his dark secrets, desires and his fantasies. They are safe with me. He kisses my feet and calls me Mistress. I put his collar and chains on and he crawls to the table as I guide him with his leash. I used some of my rope to tie him to the table and we began our session. A good warm up with a flogger and some other implements. He thanks me. He is such a good slave. When I finished with him on the table I strapped him to the chair. The chair of no escape. He moaned, his breath became louder. He was in the chair, enduring what he had coming to him. I think he loved every second of it.
Wouldn’t you like to be him?