You walk into the dark room that sets at the end
of a long hallway in my home.
The air is cool but for some reason you are not feeling cold. Inside the
room there is a long, leather padded table. Also in the corner of the room
is a regular bed and next to that a cage large enough for a person to stand
up, or sit, but not really move around in. Inside the cage is a man with
silver chains around his neck, wrists, and ankles. He looks at you but remains
silent. Other than phone sex domination fantasies, you've never experienced this directly.
"Stand over there" My voice echoes behind
you as I point to the far corner of the room.
You quietly walk to where I instructed and stand with your face towards
me.
"NO, turn around and face the corner" I say strongly
You turn yourself and look into the corner.
You hear my heels striking the floor as I walk over to you. You feel me
standing right behind you and you are suddenly aroused at my scent and closeness.
I put my hands on both of your shoulders squeezing them firmly. I then run
my hands down your arms and I take your hands into mine and handcuff you
at the wrists.
I get very close... and I whisper in your ear
"I'm going to turn you into my slave, and I'm going to hurt you. Do
you understand?"
I reply, "Yes Mistress, I understand"
My voice, louder now, "What am I going to do?"
Soft and submissive you answer, " You're going to turn me into your
slave and hurt me Mistress."
I spin you around and rip your shirt open. You see the fire of desire in
my eyes, and for just a moment you experience real fear. Perhaps you just
thought you wanted the pain... perhaps you were mistaken.
I pull your pants open, frustrated with the effort I move to the shelf and
get my very sharp scissors. I proceed to cut every stitch of clothing from
your body, at times making you very nervous as the cold blade rubs your
skin.
I adorn you with leather straps, a collar, wrist bands and ankle restraints.
"Now you are ready" I say, pleased with the results
"Yes Mistress" You reply, head bowed
I push you down to your knees hard and fast.
"Show me how grateful you are slut!" I push the back of your head
forcing your face to my pussy.
Such an eager slut you start to lick me.
After a time, I become bored with you and command you to the table.
You struggle in your restraints up on to the table where I restrain you
more completely so you can't move.
"I'm going to make you wish you never met me slut. I'm going to hurt
you beyond belief. I know that's what you need slut, I know it's what you
deserve."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress" You're voice is thick with
devotion.
I reach down and grab your balls in one hand. Twisting them hard to the
left, hard to the right, then pulling them as hard as I can. I completely
enjoy the look of agony on your strained face.
"Ohhh.. . thank you Mistress" You manage to let the words escape
you.
I grunt, pulling and twisting even harder on your balls.
"This is just the beginning slave. We've hours of fun yet to come."
These kinds of sessions can be quite intense.
The short story above is very mild, yet shows how these scenarios can play
out.
I can be very extream during CBT calls, so make sure I understand your limits if you have any.
If you are new to this sort of thing but are curious, we can talk about
slowly incorperating some mild sensations into our phone play. The intensity
can increase gradually to find your comfort zone ... then we'll push it
a bit further for my pleasure.
