Determined Dominatrix – Chapter 4

Welcome back! This is Chapter 4 of my Dominatrix Series. Be sure to go back to Chapter 1 to catch up if you haven’t read the other chapters yet. It’s getting steamy now!

Chapter 4:

He is already moving toward the pillow where he usually lays at the beginning of our sessions to tell me about his week. But since this isn’t our usual session, I pull the leash short. I hear him grunt as the collar pulls at his neck.

“I didn’t tell you to go to your pillow, pet.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. Where would you like me to be?”

“In the cage,” I say, leading him over to the large black cage. The top of it is made of a large cushion of fake leather. Once inside, he can’t see what’s happening on top.

He crawls in backward because once he’s inside, he won’t be able to turn around. He waits on all fours as I unclip his leash.

“Good boy,” I say, and then I close the door and put the lock on.

He immediately starts whimpering, sounding very much like the puppy he likes to pretend to be.

“What’s wrong, pet?” I tease.

“I want to be close to you, Mistress,” he says.

“I know you do, pet,” I say, “and I promise you will be, but first, I want to put you in your place for a bit.”

“I know my place, Mistress. It’s at your feet, serving you, doing anything you want.”

It’s comical how little he seems to understand how our relationship works. If he did everything I wanted, he’d be between my legs all the time. But instead, he’s locked in a cage because right at the moment, I am very wound up from thinking about what this evening was going to entail, and I can’t stand the thought of him being near me and not making me orgasm. I am determined not to break my own rules.

He resumes his whimpering when I don’t reply right away. I climb up on top of the cage and lean down, putting my hand through the bars. He begins to kiss it, lick it, suck on my fingertips, whimpering the whole time.

“Good boy,” I say, pulling my hand back, slick with his saliva. I roll onto my back and slide my fingers down under my thong. I can feel how swollen my clit is already, and I haven’t even done anything.

“Mistress?” he asks.

“Yes, pet?”

“What can I do for you, Mistress?”

“You can stay in your cage like a good boy.”

“Of course, Mistress. I have no choice but to stay in my cage. You locked me in, Mistress.”

“I did,” I say, and I feel my pussy clench in arousal as I say it. I love knowing he’s locked up and can’t do anything about it. I am tempted to make him stay with me. If I keep him locked in the cage, he can’t go to school and move away from me. But that’s silly. I can’t do that. I wouldn’t do that. That would be crossing so many lines.

“Mistress, how long are you going to keep me locked up away from you?”

Until I cum at least once, I think, but I don’t say that out loud. “As long as I want to, bitch.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he whimpers again. I can hear him moving around, and I know that he’s settling himself on the bottom of the cage, arranging the pillows to make himself comfortable.

I rub at my clit slowly at first but with increasing desperation as my orgasm rises inside me. I try to keep quiet about it, not wanting him to know what I’m doing, but I’m sure he does. I close my eyes and picture my pet looking up at me from between my legs. It’s such an arousing mental picture that I go crashing over the edge into orgasm, my pussy spasming, my fingers rubbing, my whole body tingling. When I’m done, I slide my fingers along my slit, and they’re soaking wet.

I take deep breaths, listening to my pet do the same from the cage beneath me. I know he wants to ask what I’m doing, but he won’t ask again.

“Lick my fingers, pet,” I say, rolling over and slipping my dripping wet fingers through the bars. I’ve never done this with him before. I’ve never cum when he was in the room.

I hear him shifting so he can reach my fingers, and then I hear him moan when he realizes what’s on them. He licks them until they’re clean of my juices, and then he says, “Thank you, Mistress, oh god, thank you.” He starts sucking lightly on my fingertips again, but I know they’re clean now. I can only imagine how good it would feel if I let him lick my clit instead of my fingers, but I’ve already pushed my rules too far. I need to stop.

Thanks for reading Chapter 4! Come back next Friday for Chapter 5, and don’t forget TMI Tuesday every Tuesday and something special every Wednesday!

Determined Dominatrix – Chapter 3

Welcome back for Chapter 3! If you missed Chapters 1 and 2, you should jump back to Chapter 1 to start from the beginning of the story. It’s a fun story about a Pro Domme whose favorite pet is moving away. What will she do without him? Read on to find out about their last month together before the big move!

Chapter 3:

One month is not a lot of time. It sounds like a lot, but it isn’t really. I want to get more time with James, but it’s hard to fit it in around our schedules. I have my client base to work with, and he has things to wrap up in his life before he moves to New England, however temporarily.

“Monday?” I ask in text to him. We have a standing Wednesday session, but I’m trying to find another time we can get together.

“After 8 pm?” he asks.

That’s later than I want because I have an early Tuesday meeting, but I agree.

When Monday finally rolls around, I find my thoughts drifting to what it will be like without my weekly sessions with James. How many more clients could I take on to fill that void? Most of my clients aren’t weekly. Most are once every two weeks or once a month. Freeing up a weekly spot is a lot. But I can’t think of anyone I want to invite to take that spot. And then there will be video sessions with James. I’m not sure we’ll be able to keep our standing Wednesday time slot, but I am kind of hoping we will.

The clock seems to slow down as 8 approaches, but then I hear the bell signaling someone in my driveway. No one can approach my space without tripping that bell. It’s a safety feature. I deactivate the alarm system and buzz the door when I see James kneeling on the stoop in front of my door.

“Come in, pet,” I say into the intercom.

He opens the door and comes up the stairs to my space. I’m waiting there in the boots I wore when we met at the coffee shop, a black lace thong, and a matching bra. “Mistress,” he pants when he gets to the top of the stairs.

“Yes, pet?”

“You are beautiful.”

“Thank you, pet.”

He crawls across the foyer floor to me when he gets to the top of the stairs.

“You’re overdressed.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I was overcome with a need to be close to you.”

I pet the top of his head, running my fingers through his short, dark hair. He looks up at me with desperation in his eyes. “When was the last time you came, pet?”

“When I was last with you, Mistress.”

“I gave you permission to masturbate, pet.”

“I know, Mistress, but it’s hard to get off when you aren’t there.”

I nod. I know it is, but he usually manages it at least once between our sessions. I know he tries every day.

As we talk, he strips out of his clothes and leaves them neatly in a pile on the chair in the foyer. When he’s done, he puts on the collar I’ve left for him. He likes to do some puppy play, but he only wears his collar when he’s with me. I keep a special one that’s just for him.

He puts the leash in his mouth folded up so it’s not dragging on the floor and crawls over to me.

“Good boy,” I say, petting his head before taking the leash from him. I clip it to the collar, and I can hear his sigh of relief as he knows I own him. “Come,” I say, and I start to walk down the hallway that leads to the large living room that serves as my play space.

I have several large pieces of furniture that I move around periodically depending on my needs. The large cage is positioned in the center of the room for this session. There’s a spanking bench off to one side of the room, a couch that pulls out into a bed, and a large frame with a St. Andrew’s Cross at one end that takes up a good portion of the room. And then there are baskets and bins and piles of toys. Everything you could imagine is in the room somewhere. If it’s not sitting out, it’s probably in one of the closets.

“Ready, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers.

But he has no idea what he’s ready for since I haven’t shared with him any of my plans for today.

Thanks for checking out Chapter 3! I hope you’ll come back next Friday for Chapter 4 to find out what Mistress’s pet has in store for him. And don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday every Tuesday!

Determined Dominatrix – Chapter 2

Welcome back! If you missed Chapter 1, be sure to go check it out before you read today’s post! I hope you’re excited to find out what news our pet has to share. I’m sure at least some of you will be surprised. I was, too! Let’s find out…


(I bet he’s pregnant! ~Richard)

Chapter 2:

My pet takes another sip of his coffee as I wait for him to share his news, tapping my foot on the tile floor. I can’t even tell if it’s good or bad news. I just see how nervous he is.

Instead of saying anything, he pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and slides it across the table. It’s folded neatly, and I take a second to appreciate that he knows how much I hate messily folded papers. It’s one of my quirks.

I open the paper and begin to read.

“Dear James Bell,

We are excited to welcome you to the Masters of Fine Arts Program at Boston University! Our semester starts on August 29th, 2022. We look forward to seeing you on campus then.”

I stop reading and look up at him.

“This is great, pet,” I say. “Is this the program you were hoping to get into?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“So why do you look so sad?”

“Because that’s far away from you, Mistress.”

I do some fast thinking. “It’s what, seven hours?”

“Give or take,” he agrees.

“That’s not so far.”

He whimpers. Although he’s a client, he was my first client. I started working with him, and my client base grew until I made it my full-time job, and now I have so many submissives I don’t know what to do with them all. But what I do know is that James is my favorite. I won’t ever tell him that, but it’s the truth.

“How long is the program?” I ask.

“Three years,” he says. “But I do have breaks.”

“See, it’s fine, pet. You’ll come back to me on your breaks.” My words are kind, but I feel a little hollow in my stomach at the thought of not seeing him for months at a time. I have never allowed myself to consider having feelings for my clients. They are clients, after all. It’s bad form to get too involved with paying customers, especially ones who are just so damn cute. Like James.

“Of course I will, Ma’am.”

I can see the “but” that follows in his face, but he doesn’t say it out loud until I prompt him. “But what, pet?”

“But months away is a long time.”

He’s been my client for three years. In all that time, I’ve seen him almost every week. We certainly haven’t gone more than two weeks without seeing each other. He comes over to my space, and we start with talking. He tells me everything about his week, and then we have a session. Each session is a little different, but in the end, after he leaves, I have to masturbate at least twice to relieve the pent-up feelings I have from playing with him. I have thought many times about having him make me cum, and I am sure he would, but that crosses the line between professional Dominatrix to prostitute. (For the record, I don’t have a problem with prostitution, it’s just not what I want for myself.)

“What will I do without you, Mistress?”

I tap my long nails on the table, and they make a little clicking sound as I process this information. “I think, pet,” I say slowly, “that we can do some long-distance things. We can do phone calls and video calls.”

“But what about,” he lowers his voice, looking around to make sure no one can overhear him, “our sessions? I can’t get off if I don’t have a Dominatrix to control me.”

“I can do that, pet. Don’t worry.”

He visibly relaxes. “Are you sure, Mistress? We’ve never done anything except in person.”

“We haven’t,” I agree, “but I am confident I can help you get off.”

I watch the thought cross his mind, “But you have with others?” he asks.

I nod slowly. “Does that bother you, pet?”

He pauses, his whole body going still for a moment while he processes my question. It’s one of the things I appreciate about him. He doesn’t react without thinking it through first. “No, Mistress. I know you have other pets. I am honored to be among them.”

“Good,” I say, glancing at my watch. It’s July 29th. I have one more month with my pet before he goes to school. What will we do with our remaining time?

Thanks for reading Chapter 2! Come back next Friday for Chapter 3, and don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday every Tuesday!

Determined Dominatrix – Chapter 1

Hello readers! I am back! What does back mean? Back means that I am committing (again) to keep this blog going, and doing more than Insecure Writer’s Support Group and TMI Tuesday. Don’t worry, those aren’t going anywhere, but I want to get some more fiction out to you. So for NaNoWriMo last month, I decided to write some long-form fiction for you. I would say I aimed to write short stories, but we all know I can’t do that. It’s physically impossible for me to write something super short. So we’ll see how long it goes. The nice thing about serial fiction is that I don’t have to worry about how short or long it is. (I think my ideal length in general is novella length anyway.) So here is the first Chapter of my yet untitled story (let me know what you think of Determined Dominatrix). I’d tell you what it’s about, but I think this first chapter will give you what you need to know to get started. Trust me when I say that it’s going to be a fun read.


Chapter 1:

I am overwhelmed. Completely and utterly overwhelmed. I don’t know what I was thinking when I quit my corporate job to become a full-time Dominatrix, but here we are.

I pick up the hot tea in my spill-proof mug and take a sip. It isn’t too hot. Finally. I stand up, the leather thigh-high boots making a noise against the fake leather coffee shop seat. My skirt flutters down over the tops of the boots as I smooth the pleats down on the blue fabric. The sparkly black top I’m wearing falls just to the waist of the skirt. My pale skin just peeks through when I raise my arms.

I see my client walking in the door. His jeans are tight, hugging every curve of his ass. I know they are soft and don’t restrict his movement. They’re his favorite pair. His red t-shirt hides a muscular chest with just enough hair to tickle my nose when I lay against it. He sees me and his face lights up as he walks toward me. He bows his head as he approaches and greets me on one knee, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it.

“Hello, Mistress,” he whispers.

“Hello, pet,” I say back softly. It’s early on a Saturday morning, so there aren’t many people in the coffee shop, but it’s still a display of affection that is garnering some attention. “Come sit,” I say, moving back to my seat, leaving an empty chair across from me.

He sits, and then he looks at me. “Do you need more tea, Mistress?” he asks.

Such a good submissive. “No, pet. I just filled it before you came in.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Would you like something to drink?” I ask.

He nods, biting his lip a little. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Well go get it then, pet.”

He jumps a little, even though my tone isn’t sharp. I watch as he scampers off to the counter, orders a drink, takes the cup, and pours his coffee. I don’t drink coffee, but my pet is an addict. He can’t start his day until he has a cup. I feel similarly about tea, but I think coffee is disgusting, even when sweetened with sugar and milk. Even flavored coffee is too bitter for me.

When he returns, I notice that he hasn’t taken a sip yet, which is almost surprising since I know how much he wants to, and I know the heat of the liquid won’t bother him. But he’s not supposed to. He’s supposed to wait to be seated before me and ask permission. Even so, my giving him the instruction to get the drink could be construed as permission. I might even let that slide, but I would prefer he follow his protocols to the letter.

“Mistress, may I drink my coffee, please?”

“Yes, pet.”

We keep our voices low, even in the mostly empty coffee shop. I watch him take a grateful sip.

“Tell me what’s wrong, pet.”

He takes another swallow of coffee, and then he comes out with it. “I got some news today, Mistress.” He stops, seemingly waiting for me to tell him to continue.

Sometimes submissives can be such a chore. I stop myself from visibly rolling my eyes. I can tell whatever it is is upsetting him, and I may like to play at being a bitch, but I’m not actually. “Go on, pet,” I say instead. “Tell me your news.”

Thanks for checking out the first installment of my Dominatrix story! Come back next Friday to see what the news is! And don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday from Richard and me every week!


Richard here with an update on some of our ongoing goals:

1. National Novel Writing Month

Jayden and I will both be leading our writing group in Nano again this year. Jayden is writing some kind of futuristic Jeff Goldblum dinosaur smut,

Jayden: That is such a misleading tag for what I’m writing. I have no idea what it’ll be, but it sounds like there will be a Jeff Goldblum as Ian Malcom clone…or something.

and I’m working on a GSM super hero story. We need to hit 100K+ each in order to have any chance at making…

2. One Million Words

Currently, we’re at around 555K. We’re behind (but not completely out of it) on our goal of ~70K each for October. Not counting whatever else we write this month, we need to average a little over 100K each of the remaining two months (if we can make it to around 70K this month, we drop to about the same for December) to hit our goal. That’d be extremely difficult, but not impossible. SEND PROMPTS!

As you can see, April and July are our best months, and in July we almost hit that 200k mark. So fingers crossed!

3. 524 Sexes

On a better note, we’ve cleared the “one to one” threshold on our goal of 524 sexes! With 69 (nice!) days to go, we only need 67 more sexes. I’m hoping to get one more in tonight, depending on how Jayden and I are feeling, but either way it’s a relief. While having a ridiculous amount of sex is fun, at this quantity it starts to feel kind of chorish/check boxy sometimes. I think we’ll shoot for a nice, reasonable, 400 or so next year.

Eventually Ever After: Part 7

by Jayden

Welcome to my story. One of the real stories about Richard and me. Click here to go back to the beginning of Eventually Ever After.

Before I had come over for the day, we had made a plan. The plan was to have a quickie and then get our work done. But when he touched me, and when he kissed me, I stopped caring about being productive. I just wanted to be with him.

“I’m going to drink the rest of this iced tea, and then we can go in the bedroom,” he said.

I was jittery. So jittery. “That sounds good,” I said. I wasn’t sure what else to say. Despite the fact that I write about sex all the time and we had been roleplaying sexual encounters online for a week, I was embarrassed to talk dirty to him. Super embarrassed to say anything, to call him Sir out loud, even though I had done it once or twice on the phone already, and I did it in text all the time.

But could I do it in person?

I was about to find out.

Waiting for him to finish his drink was torture. Watching him sip at it slowly, talking about completely normal things. I wanted him to hurry up and finish the drink, but I was so nervous. We had talked about so many things, so many options. The thing that stuck out the most to me was that he wanted to fuck my ass. It was the first thing he wanted from me.

And here’s the thing. It had been a really long time since someone had been in my ass. Once upon a time, I had been using plugs to keep my ass nice and ready, but that time had long passed. My husband Nick and I had previously agreed no one else could fuck my ass, which was fine with me because I didn’t really like it anyway. It was hot in theory, but I didn’t love it in practice.

And Nick hadn’t shown any particular interest, so I was sure my ass was going to be very tight. On top of that, I had a feeling that Richard could last a long time. And then what? Would it hurt a lot? Would it just get worse and worse as time went on?

I had spent the previous 24 hours trying to stretch my ass out for him, fingering it, even using a small plug, but I knew that it would all pale in comparison to Richard actually fucking my ass. I’ve always said that size isn’t as important as society would want us to believe, but Richard was a fair amount bigger than Nick. And when it came to anal, that size seemed…substantial. I just sat there, equal parts excited and worried. It was intoxicating.

He finished his drink and put the cup on the table. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”

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Eventually Ever After: Part 6

by Jayden

Welcome to my story. One of the real stories about Richard and me. Click here to go back to the beginning of Eventually Ever After.

It could have been our only day. At the time, I didn’t want it to be our only day together, but it could have been. It could have been the worst decision I’ve ever made or the best decision of my life. I feel like there’s no in-between.

I got in the car first thing in the morning, and I knew that I had about 15 minutes to decide. I could change my mind now, and nothing would happen. But I knew for myself that if I drove in that direction, my course was set. But then again, if I hadn’t been sure about it, I wouldn’t have made the plan or gotten in the car. But I did.

I just had to hope that I wasn’t going to regret it.

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Kinktober! October 2nd

by guest artist GS

Kinktober day 2: Crossdressing. I get the sense that, even in a world teeming with toxic masculinity, Maurice wouldn’t be averse to playing at being a girl. Cathy would happily switch genders – she’s into performance arts, and she’s not very attached to her own identity. I wouldn’t say she’s nonbinary; more like… flexible. I thought it would be fun to emphasize the clothes here as they let their regular identities fade into the background.

Kinktober! Intro

Hello! We have a brand new feature for this year’s Kinktober! A friend of mine was looking for somewhere to share their kinky art, and I offered to host it here on my blog. We’ll keep going with some of our regular posts (TMI Tuesday and Eventually Ever After) and you should get some Kinktober posts from Richard and I as well. So buckle up! After being sporadic with our posts in September, we’ll be making multiple posts some days!


I’m GS and I make a webcomic called Alien Romance. It’s about two people – Maurice and Cathy – with almost nothing in common, not even a language, who decide to make a go of it. This Kinktober, I’m letting my characters explore their sexual options, mostly with each other, although there are some supporting characters who may also appear.

Usually my scenes are 1-5 full pages long, but this time I plan to do just one or two panels per prompt, and they will be cute.

But please note that my characters are in their mid-20’s. They look a lot younger, but that’s on purpose. I’ve lived for three years in Vietnam, and 4 years in China, and the men here run the gamut from sweet femme bois to hardened bodybuilders. But they are very rarely large people – most of them, by Western standards, are quite diminutive. Immigrants may arrive from these areas and discover that they can’t compete with the social standards of physical appearance in their new communities. In fact, the idea that East Asian men have racial features that are not sexually appealing enough is an ugly trope.

Maurice is a Vietnamese American who grew up in the homogeneous heartland. Cathy is French, and should have enjoyed a life of privilege, but some invisible disabilities and serendipitous misfortunes have landed her in the United States. It’s a story celebrating nonstandard beauty, reclaiming your desirability when it’s been taken away from you, and the joys of being an alien.

Eventually Ever After: Part 5

by Jayden

Click here to go back to the beginning of Eventually Ever After.

We spent the next week trying to figure out what the hell we were going to do about everything. We were developing feelings for each other, and now that we had acknowledged that, they were moving quickly. But we hadn’t had sex yet. And that was driving me crazy.

One of the days Richard came over to my house, he said, “You know, I think we should wait until after Thanksgiving to have sex.”

I wanted to be okay with it, but… He whispered to me so that no one else could hear, “You aren’t used to being told no, are you?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t. I generally got what I wanted, and I liked it that way. Richard was going to be an interesting challenge.

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Human Furniture

We’re a little bit late with our post for today, and it’s not a continuation of our previous Sunday story. So to make up for it, you get this fun standalone piece Richard wrote for Kinktober. The prompt was human furniture, and I think he takes a fun and sexy take on it. Enjoy!

“Welcome to SUBKEA. What can we get for you today?” the salessub asked. He had a ballgag dangling around his neck. You could tell he really wanted to put it on, but that’s how working retail is–can’t dress how you want. The rest of his outfit was black leather (spill-resistant, I would later learn) save for the glass tabletop on his back.

“We’re looking for a new chair,” I said, nodding towards you. “This one is getting a little worn out.”

It was true; your upholstery was worn through on your ass. “And I want to treat her to something nice for our anniversary.”

“Aww, congratulations!” he said, “Did you want to stick with the fabric or switch to leather?”

“You can pick, sweetie. It’s your present after all.”

“What do you recommend?” you asked him. “I want to be nice and cozy. I’m helping him decorate a new reading nook for his present.”

It was a good thing he didn’t have the ballgag in; I’m pretty sure he threw up in his mouth a little.

“Oh, definitely leather then. We can set it up like a cute little study. Do you smoke?” he asked me. “We’ve got some great new stuff that you can put a cigar out on and barely mark it up at all.”

“I don’t,” I said. “But I could definitely start.”

“Mmm, let’s get you a tweed jacket. You can be my professor anytime, Daddy.” My chair wrapped her arms around mine, looking up and winking at me. The salesub lead us towards the back of the store. I got a sharp elbow to the ribs, followed by a little pout when I looked at a pair of chubby subs for a little too long, their Master and Mistress able to use them together as a love seat.

“So, this is our best-seller, DEVOTION. It comes in two pieces, like most of our armchairs. The frame is oak, good and solid, ergonomically designed to put minimal pressure on the sub, just enough to give you that safe feeling. We start with a frame size, you’re probably a medium, and then custom cut it to you.”

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Eventually Ever After: Part 4

by Jayden

After our kiss, okay, several kisses, we got back to work. At least, for a little while.

“May I please go pee, Sir?” I asked. I had been asking him for permission to pee for… I don’t know how long. A few weeks, I think. It was another thing with us that I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I suppose it was probably in response to some kind of fiction I wrote and a text conversation we had. Nick wasn’t into water sports, so I had no one to play with, and Richard was. Richard was happy to give me permission (or not) to pee. It was hot.

“You may,” he said.

I groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“My pants are soaked through,” I said. “Putting them back on is going to be gross.”

“Do you want another pair of pants?” he asked.

“Oh, maybe,” I said.

“You can let yours dry out before you have to go. Let me see what I have.”

He rummaged around in his drawers and came up with a pair of pants that had Batman logos on them. I went into the bathroom, did my thing, and put them on. There was no full-length mirror in there, but I put them on and looked down, and all I could think was that they made my thighs look massive.

I was very insecure about my body. I rarely, if ever, felt attractive. One of my biggest concerns with meeting Richard the way I had was that he hadn’t really seen me in person much. What if he didn’t like the way I looked when he saw me naked? What if he didn’t like my thighs and ass?

I almost took the pants off and put my wet ones back on, but then I decided…fuck it. He hadn’t seen me naked yet, but if he didn’t like me in the pants, he definitely wasn’t going to like me naked.

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The Hunt Pt 1.

Richard here! Welcome to the start of our next series. Way back in December, Jayden and I decided to try to write and swap some CNC (consensual non-consent) stories. For the next week or two, we’ll be looking at my entry from the “force” category, where the Dom physically overpowers the sub.

This week’s is fairly light, but TW for CNC just to be safe.

I looked at my watch. NO DEVICE FOUND showed on the home screen. My phone was with Neil in the waiting room. I was still connected to the resort’s wifi, and I swiped over to their app. Two minutes until my run started, I was in the red group. So was Mark. Please, god, let it be Mark. I hadn’t seen him all day. For once in his life, the bastard had said we’d play a game honestly and refused to coordinate ahead of time. I had no clue what he’d been doing. Doing other runs with other subs? Mapping out the grounds? Sitting in the pool with a mai-tai? 

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Role Reversal 2

We decided to do a little role reversal. Here’s Part 2 of our story started two weeks ago.

He undressed slowly, undoing each button with an almost exaggerated motion. She watched him, amused. Did he think that prolonging his punishment was going to make it less severe? She hoped he wasn’t that naive. In fact, the longer it took, the more aroused she got, the more she would like using him.

When he finally worked his way down to the bottom of the shirt and slid it off, letting it fall to the floor at his feet.

He reached down and undid the belt on his pants, not taking quite so long to remove it, before folding it in half and holding it out for her. “Wouldn’t want you to be without a toy for your toy, Mistress.”

She nodded her approval but stayed silent as she watched him continue undressing. She gripped the belt tightly in her hands, feeling the tension in her muscles as she ached to begin unleashing pain on her pet.

He buttoned his jeans and slid down the fly, revealing the bulge in his boxers. He had to hook both fingers into the waistband and wriggle his ass, but he eventually managed to shimmy them down. “Underwear too, Mistress?” he asked.

“Yes, pet. I want to see the welts forming on your bare ass when I beat it.” She slid the leather belt through her palm and then slapped the two halves of the belt together. It sounded impressive.

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