Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

My overnight slave

I’ve instructed you to meet me at a hotel for a drink after work.

Beforehand, you’ve attended to the grooming tasks your Mistress asked of you. You’re smartly dressed and smell good. Beside you, in an overnight bag and amongst the change of clothes, swimwear and personal items, are the toys you told me you owned. Plus the new toys you purchased at a horse supplies shop. 

I can’t wait to feel the new riding crop in my hands. And see your legs fastened tightly together. How thoughtful of the shop girls to suggest that. I bet they figured out what a perverted little submissive you are, deep down, that’s what you really are….

Your heart rate is elevated as you pull into the upscale hotel car park and stroll into the bar. I messaged you earlier as to where I’d be waiting for you and what I’d be wearing. You were also told me send me photos so I know you shaved as requested.

Such a good boy…

You’re ever so eager to please, and will kiss my cheek on arrival and say “you look beautiful, Mistress. Now, how can I please you?” I request you to organise us both a drink and then sit with me. We exchange chit chat and catch up. We discuss dinner at the various restaurants in the resort and nearby. The other option is room service. Hmmmm… now there’s an idea. Imagine the food being delivered while you’re naked, blindfolded and tied up. How delightfully wicked. 

Ultimately, I will decide what I feel like eating, when and where. You can relax, with your Mistress making all the decisions, you just need to go along with my desires.

Once we’re feeling relaxed and reacquainted, my private room awaits. I have told you I need a 24 hour slave and you have already fallen into that role without question. You’re so eager to please, aren’t you? That excites me so. I’ve already sneaked a peak at the toys in your overnight bag, and now it’s time to get everything unpacked.

When you enter the room, my toys are arranged for you to admire- flogger, paddle, gag, blindfold, rope, vibrator and lube, restraints …. You head spins as you take it all in and surrender your control. “Strip and get on your knees,” I command, and I watch you undress and kneel. I want you on a leash slave, that’s exactly what I want. To keep you where you should be, fulfilling my desires.

Whatever I ask, you will agree to it. I’m in the mood for you to top up my glass while I recline on this chair. Now for some boot licking. Do it. Good boy. Now remove them. And start licking, suck those toes. Verrry good. If I tie you up, you stay there. Yes, that new whip looks gorgeous. Let me test it out now. On my slave, of course. I want to learn how hard you like it. You might surprise yourself how much you enjoy having your skin feel the lash.

It’s fascinating to me watching your responses and reactions to ever submission scenario, seeing the look on your face and your body language. I’ll ask you to tell me how you’re feeling and I want an honest reply. That’s how I learn what it is that you’re craving as a submissive, and where the edges of your limits are.

If I want my slave’s hands and mouth on me, I’ll tell you. Don’t do ANYTHING unless I tell you! In fact, I may just click my fingers or clap my hands to direct your focus to where it needs to be. Sometimes, words need not be spoken. I suspect you’re a quick learner. You can just whisper a grateful, yes Mistress, and comply. Sink to the floor, or bend over up against the bed, or let me push you up against the wall, when and how I want.

There’s a few things that I love and I want to explore with you tonight. Tease and denial is one. There will be a lot of that. It feels amazing to edge you while you’re tied up. And the other is pain mixed with pleasure. Me torturing you, and you receiving it.  It’s a mixture of sensual bondage and sadism. You understand don’t you that this is the best feeling for us both? Yes? Just nod, seeing as you can’t talk. Good boy. 

Let me do these perverted things to do because then you can switch off. Surrender to the sensation and the loss of control. You’re vulnerable and so trusting. It makes me smile to see you like this. Limbs tied. Pink marks on skin. Gagged and helpless.

I’ll only do what you consent to. But we may discover aspects of ourselves we didn’t know about before.

Thank you for your submission, slave. When you obey my commands, my finger clicking, pointing, pull of the leash, I melt a bit inside. Let me bite you, twist your nipples, slap you, pull your hair. Let me take you to the point of climax and leave you hanging. Let me use you as my pleasure toy. And then let me wash you tenderly in the shower and cuddle you afterwards. It’s wonderful owning a boy as eager to please as you. I will treasure this stolen time together.

We’d been at dinner for about half an hour when she looked at me in that  certain way and said “When we get home, I’m going to hurt you. Does that make you excited?”

“Yes m’am.”

“I’m going to hurt you a lot. I’m going to make you cry, and then hurt you more. It’s going to be a very long night for you. I want you fragile. I want you compliant. Thinking about you on your knees, bruised and begging, is making me incredibly wet, do you know that?”

“yes m’am.” I was sweating now. 

“I feel like caning you. I feel like hurting your balls. I feel like shocking them and watching you squirm while i masturbate.”

Her hand was below the table. I could tell she was stroking herself, but she never broke eye contact with me.

“In fact, I think it’s time you spent some time in the chair again, don’t you? It’ll be nice to have the bed to myself after I wear myself our on you, don’t you think?”

I shuddered. The chair was a thing she’d seen on Kink and had me build for us. It was designed for “nondamaging prolonged discomfort,” and she’d only strapped me in once before. 

Now, apparently, she intended me to spend the night in it. 

“Give me your keys and wallet.” I looked at her quizzicly. “NOW.”

I did. She popped them in her purse. “Can’t have you running off, now, can we?” She rose. I started to follow, but she pushed me back into my chair. “Just the ladies, love. Wait here like a good boy.”

When she came back, she stood in front me and smiled evily. “Open.”

“Huh?”

“Open your mouth or I’ll start the beating here.”

I complied. She stuffed her panties into my mouth. They were wet – very wet – and acrid. She’d peed on them. She wiped her hand on my face.

“Good boy.”

She dropped some cash on the table.

“So when we get home, I want you to strip in the garage, and crawl into the basement. Lock your collar around your neck, and lock your hands behind your back. Then wait.”

She liked waiting. The basement was cold, and the collar was heavy. 

“I think I’ll start with a little time-out. You like time-out, don’t you? With some special sauce?”

I did not. Time out meant a stressful tie and a long wait before something worse – and during the wait, it always got worse. Special sauce meant she was going to rub IcyHot on my balls before we started, too. If was s

“Then I’m going to spank your balls. I really love how you howl when I do that, but if you make too much noise I’ll gag you. 

What does that do to you? Does it make you weak or do you drool? Does your pants burst or does your chastity cage become too tight? Does your cock stand up or is it already dripping? So many scenarios, but in the end you do what I want! So lower your head and get down on your knees with your face at my boots.

Open your mouth, tongue out and lick!

Or do you need a kick first?

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