A Fantasy

The location was the same. The preliminaries were over.

He stood before Her, naked, in collar and cuffs, legs apart. She walked slowly around him, pinching here and slapping lightly there, drinking in his submission and slipping on control, like a favourite shirt or jacket. Now She was ready.

He shivered slightly, though he was not cold. She noticed goose bumps on his arms and thighs.

Mood was everything. Set the tone. Firm but cruel. Benevolent but fierce. Redemption through pain. Spiritual release through sadism. Two beings working as one in tandem, striving for a unique experience.

She stood behind him and raked Her nails down his back. One hand continued and a finger slipped between his buttocks. She tapped his anus and scratched below. Her hand gripped his balls and squeezed.

He uttered a questioning grunt.

"It's alright, you are Mine now."

She released him and moved around again, coming to rest before the throne, looking at his face.

She stood, poised and confident. Her boots were part of her. Her clothes were light and superfluous. Soon She would dispense with them.

"Kneel."

She stood above him, looking down.

His head was bowed.

They had discussed the next stage. She knew more of his desires and fears. She knew where to push him and what turned him on. She knew what intrigued him and She knew what She was going to do this time.

"Look at me"

He lifted his head and gazed at Her face. Her eyes twinkled. She had the hint of a smile.

The slap came without warning. It stung his cheek and brought tears to his eyes. It had almost knocked him off his knees.

He recovered his balance. He started to lift a hand to his face.

"Keep still and put your hands behind your back."

He did so, a shiver stirred his loins.

"Look up at me again."

This time he was prepared as She slapped his other cheek. There was a symmetry in Her sadism; a balance to Her kink.

"Good boy."

She pressed Herself against him. She stood above and held him. Her hands pressed his head to her stomach. She stroked the back of his head and the pain began to fade.

"Kiss my boots. Both boots. They are a part of Me."

He did so.

"Present yourself to Me."

He assumed the submissive position on hands and knees, spine bowed and arse in the air.

A gloved and lubed finger entered him and was twisted around, followed by a second, then a third. She kept them inside him and smacked both his cheeks with Her other hand.

He moaned slightly.

"You like it? I will do it again."

More smacks rang out, then the fingers were removed, there was a pause and a plug touched him and began to slide in.

He relaxed as the widest point approached. She applied firm pressure and stroked his back.

"Good, I know you can take it. Let me fill you up and you will be ready."

It was a struggle but he accepted it all. He felt the reassuring presence of the base against his skin. There was a feeling of fullness as the plug kept him receptive and open. She smacked it and the thud vibrated inside him.

"Now crawl to the bed."

He moved awkwardly towards the bed and climbed on. He was remembering his first time there. There was comfort in its familiarity. He was in Her hands again.

He lay down as before and his wrists were restrained.

The flogging started and he began to fade away. She continued and moved on to a stingier and harder implement. She was warming him up and taking him as far as he could go.

They had agreed that this time he would use his safeword because She was going to increase the sensation incrementally until he could take no more.

His groaning became louder and his teeth were gritted. There was trust and pain. There was warmth and passion. There was power and there was submission.

There was self and there was nothing anymore. His eyes were closed.

She pressed on, sweating and glowing from the exertion, looking incongruous in boots and knickers, Her damp torso shining in the dim light, Her dress discarded, Her lean athletic body had the power of a wild animal.

His body was Hers to test and use. It was reddening and warming. His flesh was satisfying to pinch and squeeze. His obedience was given willingly out of respect for Her skill. His trust was total.

She was enjoying the journey. Soon he would reach his first destination.

She stopped and stroked his back, leant over and whispered in his ear.

"I know you are taking this for Me. Don't fight too hard. I think you are near your limit. We are going to reach it soon. I am proud of you."

"Lift your bottom."

He pushed up for Her and she slid a hand beneath him and gently encircled his cock. She teased and stroked the underside as it grew. She pulled the foreskin up and down and increased the pressure as it hardened.

Unknown to him, she had a paddle in her other hand. She thought that this would test him fully.

Two, three, four, five more smacks and he moaned the word. She threw the paddle down and embraced him.

His wrists were released.

"Now I want you on your back."

"Yes Mistress."

He turned over, his sore and warm bottom gingerly lay on the bed. She refastened his wrists.

Now he was helpless in a different way.

"If you get hard for me I may let you come. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes Mistress."

His nipples were scratched and tweaked and pegs were attached. They were plastic, with points near the hinges. She was careful and made sure the points hit the centre of his nipples for maximum effect.

He moaned. She squeezed them harder with her hands.

The pain flowed through him and his cock began to grow again.

She placed a hand on his balls and squeezed gently. A finger stroked his perineum. As his cock hardened she swiftly snapped an elastic band around the base.

She unfastened the cap on a tube of menthol muscle balm. She carefully applied a smear to his frenum and to the skin below the bulb. The heat burned through his shaft and his cock grew firmer.

She slid a towel across his stomach, isolating his cock above it, standing proud.

She had kept back a small flogger trailed it up and down the shaft, teasing and tickling it.

He squirmed. 

The first blow was featherlight and sensuous. She built up a steady rhythm as he moaned. She was squeezing his balls harder now and his moans were becoming desperate. He was on a plateau and She would decide when he achieved release.

"Would you like to show Mistress what you can do?"

"Say 'Please may I come?'"

"Please may I come, Mistress?"

She put down the flogger and removed the pegs as he gazed up at Her. She pinched his sore nipples hard as the blood rushed back into them.

She looked down into his eyes and a mutual bolt of sensual lightning connected them as Her sadism perfectly matched his submission. The pain swept to his brain and he rode it like a surfer on the biggest wave. She was hurting him and it was good.

The towel was thrown aside.

She held his cock and balls and pumped him with an oily hand. The orgasm was powerful and it was for Her and by Her. His stomach glistened.

She unfastened his wrists.

"You know what to do."

He dipped a hand in the come and put his fingers to his lips and licked and swallowed. He repeated, then She wiped him with the towel.

"Lift your legs and relax your bottom."

She removed the plug.

"Now you know what I need."

"Yes Mistress."

"Climb off the bed."

She leaned down and slipped off Her knickers, pulling them over Her boots.

She slipped two fingers inside Herself and offered them to him. He sucked greedily. She was ready.

She climbed on the bed and lay back as he watched.

She placed a pillow beneath her buttocks and spread her legs, offering up Her cunt.

She was hot, She was wet and She was horny. This was Her payoff.

He lay between her legs, gazing on Her beauty. He merely breathed on Her.

He placed a hand on each thigh and lowered his head. He licked slowly and carefully at first, teasing and varying the pressure. He licked right down to Her anus and back up. He pushed his tongue inside Her and heard Her moan. She was in charge but he was servicing Her now. She placed Her hands on his head and pulled him onto Her. He increased the pressure and teased Her clit. He took his time as Her orgasm built and when it came She gripped him and he watched as Her stomach throbbed. Her thighs squeezed his head. Her moans were loud and genuine.

"Don't stop."

He continued as she climaxed again. Her grip relaxed.

She pulled him towards her and Her fingers raked his glowing back.
She embraced him. She was spent.

"Mistress is pleased. You are released. Now go and shower."

She removed his collar and cuffs and watched him walk away.

She knew he would return and they would take another path together. 

He was addicted and She was his fix. 


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Use me

I am your man to dominate

I am your horse to subdue

I am your pet to train

I am your body to restrain

I am your neck to collar

I am your mouth to gag

I am your head to cover

I am your wrists and ankles to cuff

I am your brain to wash

I am your back to flog

I am your cock to control

I am your arse to fuck

I am your orgasm to grant or withhold

Use me

Coming home for the very first time

They first met for lunch. He turned around and there She was, as if by magic. She was tall and stylish - a handsome woman; striking rather than feminine; boyish and androgynous, but still definitely a woman. Her photos did not do Her justice.

He didn't have to think about it. He knew immediately that She was The One.

She was calm and confident. He was nervous and knocked over a glass of water. She sized him up. He was older but in OK shape. He looked Her in the eye. He was frank and seemed to hold nothing back. There was an immediate connection and he hoped more would come of it. He was a novice, though with a lifelong interest in kink that was getting stronger and harder to resist. She was more than experienced, She was a leader.

He knew what he wanted; more than that, what he needed. She thought She could do something with this man and She smiled inwardly at the thought. This was a good start; contact had been made. Every journey starts with a single step and he had made that step.

A gap in the diary and emails were exchanged. The date was confirmed. He was keen to explore orgasm control in the time leading up to the session. She would monitor him and constraints were agreed. He was to think about Her several times a day and about what She might do to him. He was to think of pain, feel pain and arousal but refrain from orgasm unless She allowed it. She allowed it once a week. For the rest of the time he was to tease and torment himself. Regular nipple clamping was part of the programme. He was to become addicted to it.

He was astonished and overwhelmed by the power of the feelings that overtook him. His sleep was disturbed. He awoke every night with a fierce erection in the small hours. His subconscious mind was working for Her. As the day of the session approached he became more nervous. Would he be able to handle what She might deliver? Would he meet Her standards?

They met for lunch a second time the day before. He was calmer this time, but no less nervous. She knew what She was going to do and a space had been booked. They discussed options and possibilities. She knew what he needed and he had complete confidence in Her judgment and ability. "It will be Awesome", She said.

The next day was fine. He was early. He parked the car round the corner and sat and composed himself. He locked the car and walked to the Place. He was still early. He sat at a bus stop outside and waited. At twelve noon he approached the door. He was wondering whether to ring a bell when She appeared. A kiss on the cheek and inside. An office space. She asked him to carry her bag and led him upstairs.

The room was windowless, large and sparsely furnished. The light was dim. There was an imposing throne. He had arrived. Now he would be tested. He was in Her hands. There was no escape. She took the bag.

"Turn around and face away from me and put your hands on your head."

He did so. She walked around and inspected him. He was informed of the protocol and safe word.

"You will call me Mistress. You will not speak unless you are spoken to and you will only say, 'Yes Mistress' or 'No Mistress'."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Now I am going to undress you. Don't try to help Me."

She stood behind him and lifted his T-shirt over his head. He moved his arms to allow this. "Don't try to help Me."

She pressed against him and gripped his body fiercely from behind. Her hands grasped at his flesh; getting the measure of him for later.

One hand moved down and began to unbuckle his belt. She slid the zip down and pushed his trousers to his knees. She moved away.

"Now kneel and remove the rest of your clothes."

He did so awkwardly, crouching and fumbling with laces, pants and socks.

She threw everything in a heap a few steps away. Now he was completely naked and deliciously vulnerable. He was ready. His breathing deepened and slowed. This was the moment he had waited so long for.

The cuffs, both wrist and ankle were applied. Then the collar and chain. The collar grounded him. He could feel himself beginning to slip away. Now he understood the power of the symbolism. He was Hers and he relaxed. It was going to be alright. It was going to be better than that. It was going to be Awesome.

"Turn and face Me; kneel and crawl towards Me."

He did so. A worn Doc Martens boot was pushed at his face. He kissed it.

"My boots are part of Me."

She looked down at his naked body, stretched out on the floor beneath Her like a living statue. He had the right attitude. He was respectful, obedient and deferential. She knew she would enjoy dominating him. She knew he would thank her. She was well prepared and Her confidence gave Her a lift. There was nothing quite like taking someone for the first time. The sadist inside Her growled.

"I am going to teach you how to present yourself to your Mistress."

"On your hands and knees, please, head down."

"Now sick your arse up and your back down.  I want to see your spine curve.  This pleases me."

She pressed his back further down.  His arse was exposed.  She smiled.

"That's better."  She moved to his head and stood in front of the throne.

"Now look up, slip My dress up and remove My knickers."

He was kneeling and he faced Her crotch. He placed hands either side of Her waist and pulled the knickers down. He caught a glimpse of a shaved cunt. She replaced the dress.

She led him by the chain and he crawled to the bed. It was a four poster. It had a firm leather covered surface and leather covered pillows.

"Climb onto the bed, lie on your front and make yourself comfortable. You are going to be here for some time."

"You will not move unless I tell you to."

His wrist cuffs were tied to the bedposts. The collar chain lay beside him.

He heard the snap of rubber gloves. She pulled his cheeks apart, slapped on some lube and began to explore. Her fingers twisted and pushed. He relaxed and allowed Her probing hand to enter.

"Good boy."

She moved away. He heard a buzzing sound and a vibrating plug was inserted. The buzzing now vibrated outwards from within. His prostate was tingling.

Now for the floggers.

She started gently at first. She was thorough. She whipped his back, buttocks and thighs. She whipped the soles of his feet. It was like a caress. There was no pain, only sensation. The intensity was gradually building.

His flesh was Her canvas. She knew where to strike, how to strike and when to stop. She knew what he was feeling. She had been there. She watched him slipping further away and smiled.

"You can make a noise if you like."

He began to moan. He had never felt like this before. His moans got louder. Every time She hit him he moaned. It was an almost an orgasmic release but strangely was not sexual. His release was coming from somewhere deeper and more primal. She had reduced him to a bunch of nerve cells craving Her attention. This was where he needed to be and he was grateful.

Was it pain? He wasn't sure. It was good and he wanted more. He was floating and he was relaxed. He could not remember ever being more relaxed. She had taken him somewhere. Time had stopped. Mistress was in control.

She had worked up a sweat. Flogging is a physical business. She slipped off her dress and continued, wearing just a bra. The harness and dildo would come later. She was looking forward to that.

She placed two fingers in Her cunt. Her body was responding. They came out glistening. She thrust them into his mouth. He sucked on them. They tasted of Her. He knew She was enjoying their time together.

She moved close to his head and fixed a gag in his mouth. There was a hand signal instead of the safe word if he needed it. She reminded him.

A lit candle appeared beside him on the bed. She picked it up and began to drip the melting wax onto his back. The heat radiated through his skin as it dried. A new experience.

The plug was removed and switched off. His cuffs were released from the bedposts.

"Crawl off the bed backwards."

He did so and was led by the chain to a cupboard around the corner. It was filled with an array of implements.

"Pick three things for Me to use on you."

He picked three floggers. They looked similar. Was he ready for something harder? He was unsure.

He was led back to the bed and lay down as before.

"I am going to whip you one hundred times with each flogger. Do you understand and accept this?"

"Yes Mistress."

The beating recommenced. She was fast. She was hitting him as quickly as he could count. A hundred strokes sounds a lot but it was not enough. He wanted it to last forever. She cupped his balls in one hand while she flogged with the other. It signified possession and trust. It grounded him anew. She held his soul as well. She was his Mistress. The three floggers were used in turn. The sensations were similar. Next time, if there was a next time, he hoped She would challenge him with something firmer.

She climbed on the bed, placed a booted foot on the centre of his back and stood on it.

"My boots are part of Me."

Then the spanking began. She spanked his buttocks and thighs. She spanked his perineum as hard as She could several times. It was very good. She tapped his balls, softly at first and then harder. It was the only time he came close to feeling pain and still he loved it.

She relished the control. His submission was total. She was buzzing from the adrenalin. She knew at this point that She could do anything to this man. She moved away and there was a pause. The ass fucking would be next. She slipped into the familiar harness. The dildo was new. She had chosen it for his first time.

He sensed that She was kneeling between his legs. The tip of the dildo was placed at his entrance and began to slide in. He relaxed and allowed it. The ass fucking was prolonged and energetic. He lifted his rear and moved in rhythm with Her. She was on top and in control. She had mounted him and he was completely taken. His whole being was Hers. This was the culmination of Her dominance. She owned him. It was what he had always wanted.

She withdrew and removed Her dildo. He was unshackled and she pulled him to a kneeling position on the bed. She moved to face him and pressed Her body to his.

"You can hold me."

He fastened his arms around Her, one around Her back and one on Her left buttock. He pressed Her close. She was his for this minute - now and forever. He would always remember. His cock twitched in a vanilla moment.

He was helped from the bed and led to the bathroom where he showered and dressed.

She gave him cherries and lollipops.

"You will need sugar. Eat them now."

An embrace, a kiss on the cheek and he emerged blinking into the bright sunlight, back in surreal world. He walked the short distance to the car and drove home, sucking a lolly.

She packed up Her things, locked up and was soon on Her way. She had a strange light-headed feeling, a feeling of invulnerability, of having overcome and of pride in Her achievement. She swaggered on Her walk back home. Later there was a sense of benevolence. She had given him something no-one else ever had.

Two hours later he was still shaking. He looked at the marks on his chest where the chain had embossed itself as he lay on it and smiled.

He had found his Mistress. It had taken forever. It was like coming home for the very first time.

His bottom felt slightly sore in a good way.

He noticed that his ribs were bruised. He pressed his hands on them and enjoyed stimulating the pain.

In the following days he felt healthier, more positive and more relaxed. He had crossed a line. He knew what he was. Nothing could take that away now.

Two weeks later he put a hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a lolly. A memento. Proof. It hadn't been a dream.

He didn't know what tomorrow might bring but he knew where he wanted to go.

Here comes a man

Mr Fantasy is back.  Three years is a long time.  I was on the edge of a major life change.  Changes happened but not in the way I had anticipated.  Kink was put on hold.  But sex/kink is like a balloon.  You can stand on it and squash it.  If it doesn't burst it will be displaced but it will reappear.  It has reappeared and I am going to follow my star.  It will be difficult.  There are constraints but I will have to negotiate my way around them.  I am no longer prepared to accept a future of no kink.  It is part of who I am and this has recently been proved to me beyond doubt.  There are good people out there.  I will find some of them and see what can be achieved.  I will also write about life, sexuality, feminism, society, morals, psychology and anything else that seems relevant.  Life, the universe and everything.  Join me if this appeals.  You might learn something, or I might learn from you.