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Male Dominant, 47, San Diego, California
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Female Submissive, 19, Acton, California
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Female Switch, 40, Tidewater, Virginia
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About destinywylde
Pulling up into his place, already my stomach was fluttering. Enough times had past you would think that I would not get these butterflies, but still they happen. Earlier in the day the texting war between us that went on, I could tell his mood was different than a normal Wednesday night. Standing at his door, knocking softly as the door opens, walking in everything seems just fine and normal.
As the door closes, I feel his presence change, no longer my dear friend, but now a dominant male that will take what he wants. Again the butterflies happen as we talk for a few moments, the general how was your day and are you ready for tonight type questions. Of course I am ready for tonight, thinking it to be a normal play night for me. He leads me into his room and shows me the new restraints he has, hospital type restraints swallowing hard the mischeivious side of me knowing that these are much harder to get out of then the ones he normally uses.
As a tease and test I think he shows me just how well they work, standing against the wall my hands placed at level with the restraints, they are at a great height for me thinking that is it I start to move only to be pushed against the wall/door and my hands entrapped by the new toys. A soft giggle escapes him as he comments on just how helpless I am, pulling against the restraints realizing he is right but I am still clothed I am still safe. He leaves me there a few moments before giving one hard swat against my ass, but the blue jeans I wear thankfully provide a bit of padding.
He comes back close to me, whispering softly into my ear to prepare myself for him and the upcoming night and to understand that tonight will be different than other nights. Still on the safe side of my mind, I smile softly thinking he is just messing with my mind like he has a great talent for doing. Respectfully answering him with a simple "yes Sir" as I am released off the wall and move to strip down.
While I am doing this I hear the distinct jingle of one of my most loved but most annoying toys, hoping it was just my imagination I kneel down by the wall, waiting on him to return. My wait was not that long he comes in a smirk on his lips and the jingle balls ready for me. Shivering slightly they are placed deep inside of me, moaning at the thought of every movement tormenting me and pushing me closer to having to beg permission for orgasm.
Pulling my hair gently as he guides me to my feet and pushes me against the wall, his knee "kicking" me a few time just to make sure the balls inside of me move as he takes one hand entrapping it into the cuff. Used to hearing a soft growl from him there is silence now, the silence making me shiver softly as he takes my other hand putting it into the restraint. The music he picks slowly start to play and again I hear his soft whisper of "you're not going anywhere tonight girl". Understanding this pretty well as I lean against the wall feeling him leave my flesh.
I feel soon after the soft leather tails of his flogg, so soft and unintimidating as I arch my body out just a little enjoying the feel of it. The hits slowly come down on my back and ass, moving with the strikes feeling so good. Quickly though the softness turning harder strikes with the toy but this is what I have come to enjoy and expect from him.
After the short warm up he changes up toys, he brings out his seemingly favorite toy, the "whole ass paddle" and starts in on my ass, the paddle making itself well known to my flesh as he teases with the maybe it will be a soft blow or maybe a hard blow game. Whimpers and yelps escape my throat and hearing his words about him being evil or and asshole drifting into my ears but focused mainly on the sensations he is feeding me and the electricity in the air.
The balls still tormenting me as he takes up a set of thicker heavier floggs and uses the flourintine style on my back moving up and down making sure not to miss a spot before landing a few harder than normal blows against me pushing me hard against the wall by instinct trying to get away from the blows. I am panting now and growling a bit myself as I push myself further to accept what he is giving me. He leaves me there for a moment leaving the room allowing me to calm down a little.
Soon though he returns, I am not sure if it happened but could almost feel the evil smirk play against his lips as he brings out the single tail. I hate that toy, so many bad memories from my past and he knows I fear its pop and its touch but also knows I want to get over my fear. The pops coming somewhat quickly making me tense up pulling hard against the restraints holding me I would want nothing more than to be free of the cuffs and hide under the bed. Of course he would not allow that. Then the sting as the single tail touches my flesh, the sting not bad but the fear and emotions running through me making me yelp and whimper as he pops it time and time again letting the tail kiss my flesh at different times.
He has learned to watch me, after what I think is almost a lifetime from the start of him using the single tail again I hear his voice calling me a good girl, this simple little phrase making me feel as if I had just been solely responsible for world peace, relaxing a little knowing I had done well with what scares me a lot.
He picks up yet another toy, and again starts to move the leather harder up and down my back and ass, the cool down and single tail having given my body a chance to adjust but the heavy strikes making it seem that much more sensitive. Again the whimpers and moans escape me, pulling hard against my captor, the wall, crying out as he does nto let up this time, he continues to bring the flogger down hard against me.
My mind racing on how to please him trying to arch out a little hoping to make him smile and see that I am a good girl and that I want his touch. I think it works for a moment, then hearing his command to arch out further to put my feet back where I am leaning against the wall having my arms be my support rather than my feet to stay standing straight.
Again I feel the paddle and the balls move they have been moving this whole time but hard to focus on them and the blows coming my way. The paddle making its mark once more and pushing me forward only to have him pull me back to where he desires me. This position is hard to stay in as he takes up his policemans baton, now this comes against my ass. Harder than he normally uses it against me my whimpers seemingly not heard as the whimpers turn into yelps and moans. He continues on to use the baton on the fleshy well padded ass of mine.
Thankfully once more silence and left alone, tears stinging my eyes as he leaves as the moments are given to cool down the tears start to flow a bit more freely, the space I am in now, I feel helpless, I know I am at his mercy. Soon my head is way high in the clouds hearing him come back in I ask to resume the original position so I am not at this awkward angle and my arms are not supporting me up. Denied I am told as again I feel blows come down on me.
The yelps and moans turn into screams and cries, this is almost to much for me to take but he continues on, pushing me and letting the leather do his work for him. Crying, begging and pleading in words that even I could not understand coming from me, wanting to cum, wanting mercy but not wanting him to stop. From instinct I guess I move back against the wall with out full permission but my knees are starting to give. Hearing him call out to me to cum on command, So thankful that he allows me to cum but the wave crashing hard into me and the blows frmo the floggs almost knocking the breath from me as my legs start to buck against the thought of holding me up.
Hanging/standing against the wall that held me I simply sob, crying out as he pushes me against teh wall again pulling my hair making my head arch back, his words so soft and menacing "I'm not done yet". As again he steps from me, landing the lighter floggs now against my back ass and thighs, the blows so hard against my already tender flesh. Sobbign and crying as the strikes come the jerking away and moving scared of the next blow taking its toll on me. Quickly I almost fear that I have gotten in over my head tonight.
Again he yells at me, asking me if I am going to code out or if I can take more. Tears streaming down my face as he gives me barely anytime to think of an answer for him as the blows come harder and harder. Finally I think I manage to get a nod or a yes Sir that I was close to my safeword or was it him having mercy on me. I like to think at that moment it was him having mercy on me. My mind was so clouded yet free, my entire world during that moment was him and what he wanted out of me. Pushing me against the wall, as he takes the restraints off my hands his voice still hard but now a softer ring to it as he pulls me close holding me letting me feel the comfort that only a Master can have. Feeling him rock me slowly, so tender after the beating he just delivered. Allowing me to find my knees once again laying my head aginst his thighs and the most precious reward I can ask for feeling his hand on my hair petting me, telling me how good of a girl I am.
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First and foremost I am lucky to have what I have. The Sir I serve as often as I can I am just enamered with, I hope one day that he finds the girl of his dreams and finds happiness but until that day comes I am grateful that he lets me fill that void when I can.
A note for the girls out there that have passed him up, ignored him and blocked him, that is your loss.
I have had my share of bad Doms in the past and I can say the last three that I have had the honor of playing with are very good and I am so lucky to have the pleasure of knowing them.
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I love the way my servitude is going, I am happy with my position I truly am a lucky girl to have what I have. |
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I am a lucky girl I hope it doesn't change
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Pulling up into his place, already my stomach was fluttering. Enough times had past you would think that I would not get these butterflies, but still they happen. Earlier in the day the texting war between us that went on, I could tell his mood was different than a normal Wednesday night. Standing at his door, knocking softly as the door opens, walking in everything seems just fine and normal.
As the door closes, I feel his presence change, no longer my dear friend, but now a dominant male that will take what he wants. Again the butterflies happen as we talk for a few moments, the general how was your day and are you ready for tonight type questions. Of course I am ready for tonight, thinking it to be a normal play night for me. He leads me into his room and shows me the new restraints he has, hospital type restraints swallowing hard the mischeivious side of me knowing that these are much harder to get out of then the ones he normally uses.
As a tease and test I think he shows me just how well they work, standing against the wall my hands placed at level with the restraints, they are at a great height for me thinking that is it I start to move only to be pushed against the wall/door and my hands entrapped by the new toys. A soft giggle escapes him as he comments on just how helpless I am, pulling against the restraints realizing he is right but I am still clothed I am still safe. He leaves me there a few moments before giving one hard swat against my ass, but the blue jeans I wear thankfully provide a bit of padding.
He comes back close to me, whispering softly into my ear to prepare myself for him and the upcoming night and to understand that tonight will be different than other nights. Still on the safe side of my mind, I smile softly thinking he is just messing with my mind like he has a great talent for doing. Respectfully answering him with a simple "yes Sir" as I am released off the wall and move to strip down.
While I am doing this I hear the distinct jingle of one of my most loved but most annoying toys, hoping it was just my imagination I kneel down by the wall, waiting on him to return. My wait was not that long he comes in a smirk on his lips and the jingle balls ready for me. Shivering slightly they are placed deep inside of me, moaning at the thought of every movement tormenting me and pushing me closer to having to beg permission for orgasm.
Pulling my hair gently as he guides me to my feet and pushes me against the wall, his knee "kicking" me a few time just to make sure the balls inside of me move as he takes one hand entrapping it into the cuff. Used to hearing a soft growl from him there is silence now, the silence making me shiver softly as he takes my other hand putting it into the restraint. The music he picks slowly start to play and again I hear his soft whisper of "you're not going anywhere tonight girl". Understanding this pretty well as I lean against the wall feeling him leave my flesh.
I feel soon after the soft leather tails of his flogg, so soft and unintimidating as I arch my body out just a little enjoying the feel of it. The hits slowly come down on my back and ass, moving with the strikes feeling so good. Quickly though the softness turning harder strikes with the toy but this is what I have come to enjoy and expect from him.
After the short warm up he changes up toys, he brings out his seemingly favorite toy, the "whole ass paddle" and starts in on my ass, the paddle making itself well known to my flesh as he teases with the maybe it will be a soft blow or maybe a hard blow game. Whimpers and yelps escape my throat and hearing his words about him being evil or and asshole drifting into my ears but focused mainly on the sensations he is feeding me and the electricity in the air.
The balls still tormenting me as he takes up a set of thicker heavier floggs and uses the flourintine style on my back moving up and down making sure not to miss a spot before landing a few harder than normal blows against me pushing me hard against the wall by instinct trying to get away from the blows. I am panting now and growling a bit myself as I push myself further to accept what he is giving me. He leaves me there for a moment leaving the room allowing me to calm down a little.
Soon though he returns, I am not sure if it happened but could almost feel the evil smirk play against his lips as he brings out the single tail. I hate that toy, so many bad memories from my past and he knows I fear its pop and its touch but also knows I want to get over my fear. The pops coming somewhat quickly making me tense up pulling hard against the restraints holding me I would want nothing more than to be free of the cuffs and hide under the bed. Of course he would not allow that. Then the sting as the single tail touches my flesh, the sting not bad but the fear and emotions running through me making me yelp and whimper as he pops it time and time again letting the tail kiss my flesh at different times.
He has learned to watch me, after what I think is almost a lifetime from the start of him using the single tail again I hear his voice calling me a good girl, this simple little phrase making me feel as if I had just been solely responsible for world peace, relaxing a little knowing I had done well with what scares me a lot.
He picks up yet another toy, and again starts to move the leather harder up and down my back and ass, the cool down and single tail having given my body a chance to adjust but the heavy strikes making it seem that much more sensitive. Again the whimpers and moans escape me, pulling hard against my captor, the wall, crying out as he does nto let up this time, he continues to bring the flogger down hard against me.
My mind racing on how to please him trying to arch out a little hoping to make him smile and see that I am a good girl and that I want his touch. I think it works for a moment, then hearing his command to arch out further to put my feet back where I am leaning against the wall having my arms be my support rather than my feet to stay standing straight.
Again I feel the paddle and the balls move they have been moving this whole time but hard to focus on them and the blows coming my way. The paddle making its mark once more and pushing me forward only to have him pull me back to where he desires me. This position is hard to stay in as he takes up his policemans baton, now this comes against my ass. Harder than he normally uses it against me my whimpers seemingly not heard as the whimpers turn into yelps and moans. He continues on to use the baton on the fleshy well padded ass of mine.
Thankfully once more silence and left alone, tears stinging my eyes as he leaves as the moments are given to cool down the tears start to flow a bit more freely, the space I am in now, I feel helpless, I know I am at his mercy. Soon my head is way high in the clouds hearing him come back in I ask to resume the original position so I am not at this awkward angle and my arms are not supporting me up. Denied I am told as again I feel blows come down on me.
The yelps and moans turn into screams and cries, this is almost to much for me to take but he continues on, pushing me and letting the leather do his work for him. Crying, begging and pleading in words that even I could not understand coming from me, wanting to cum, wanting mercy but not wanting him to stop. From instinct I guess I move back against the wall with out full permission but my knees are starting to give. Hearing him call out to me to cum on command, So thankful that he allows me to cum but the wave crashing hard into me and the blows frmo the floggs almost knocking the breath from me as my legs start to buck against the thought of holding me up.
Hanging/standing against the wall that held me I simply sob, crying out as he pushes me against teh wall again pulling my hair making my head arch back, his words so soft and menacing "I'm not done yet". As again he steps from me, landing the lighter floggs now against my back ass and thighs, the blows so hard against my already tender flesh. Sobbign and crying as the strikes come the jerking away and moving scared of the next blow taking its toll on me. Quickly I almost fear that I have gotten in over my head tonight.
Again he yells at me, asking me if I am going to code out or if I can take more. Tears streaming down my face as he gives me barely anytime to think of an answer for him as the blows come harder and harder. Finally I think I manage to get a nod or a yes Sir that I was close to my safeword or was it him having mercy on me. I like to think at that moment it was him having mercy on me. My mind was so clouded yet free, my entire world during that moment was him and what he wanted out of me. Pushing me against the wall, as he takes the restraints off my hands his voice still hard but now a softer ring to it as he pulls me close holding me letting me feel the comfort that only a Master can have. Feeling him rock me slowly, so tender after the beating he just delivered. Allowing me to find my knees once again laying my head aginst his thighs and the most precious reward I can ask for feeling his hand on my hair petting me, telling me how good of a girl I am.
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