It had been almost three weeks since our first in-person play session. In that time, she had thrived. Our exchanges had grown more confident, more charged, more intimate. She asked better questions. She obeyed faster. And when she broke protocol, she accepted correction with little fuss.
I had spent our first session studying her. Watching her subtle ways, learning the rhythm of her voice when she was nervous. I saw how her hips shifted when anticipation overtook fear. I had memorized the pitch of her breath, just before she came undone. But tonight was not about introducing her to submission. Tonight was about deepening it.
As expected, she arrived five minutes early. She knew better than to make me wait. And once again, just before she reached for the door handle, I was there to open it. This time, her eyes didn't dart away from mine.
She looked up and offered a "Hi, Sir." No trembling hands. No uncertain posture.
"Hello, baby girl," I said, noticing how easily my title escaped from her lips, then she inhaled like it was her first breath taken all day.
The ritual began as it always would from that day forward. I took her coat and inspected the outfit hidden beneath. She wore the same black dress that hugged her curves. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a pony-tail. That same silver pendant hung around her neck.
I then smiled remembering how she teased me through the week with a photo of a deep-red corset she wanted to wear. When I told her that red was my favorite color, I honestly thought she would be wearing it under jacket when she showed up tonight, but that would be a treat for another time.
In silence, I led her down the hallway to the playroom. This time, she closed the door before I even commanded. When I turned to face her and let the moment settle between us, her posture straightened under my gaze. Without a word, she stood up straight, hands clasped behind her back, head bowed slightly.
"Strip," was my first command of the evening.
Without hesitation, she obeyed. Her body was still marked with traces of a recent self-administered punishment, but it still responded well to my voice. She folded her clothes neatly this time, placing them upon a nearby shelf. She was definitely learning the rituals.
She now stood in front of me. Her hands rested obediently behind her back, shoulders square, feet apart, eyes cast down. She was naked and trembling. Not from fear, but from anticipation and eagerness. I could see it in the way her chest rose and fell.
I approached her slowly, not touching her. Just letting her feel my presence. The weight of what she wanted. More bondage. More pain. More teasing. And I was only too happy to fulfill her wishes.
"Tonight," I murmured, brushing her pony-tail from her shoulder, "we push deeper. You've shown me you can endure… now show me you can surrender."
"Yes, Sir," she whispered.
Her voice held something different now. Not fear, but anticipation laced with a deep hunger. She had come a long way.
Her body moved with subtle eagerness as I guided her to the back of the room. Taking my time, I secured the leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, then attached the wrist cuffs to the hooks overhead. As her exposed breasts heaved up and down, her nipples tightening in the cool air. With legs now spread wide, her feet were shackled with the chains on the floor.
Once she was bound, I reached for the blindfold and clit vibe laid out earlier. The moment the darkness stole her vision, her breathing changed again. Once the clit vibe harness was secured in place, it was tested with the remote and received a nice squeal as a grade.
Next came the rope. I bound her slowly. Methodically. As I cinched the rope across her torso framing her breasts, her breathing became shallower, more erratic. Once finished with the crotch rope, the clit vibe was making merciless contact with its intended victim.
I stepped back and took her in. Now completely bound, completely helpless, completely mine.
"Color?" I asked, as my finger lifted her chin.
"Green, Sir," she whispered, lips barely parting.
A smile curved across my lips as I walked behind her. "Good, then let's begin."
Once her ball-gag was in place, the remote was set to a teasing setting, and I reached for the flogger. It was a different one than last time, heavier, much firmer. It wouldn't sting as much as throb, and that was exactly what I wanted.
The first strike landed across her left thigh. She gasped, hips twitching slightly, but the restrains held her perfectly. Another followed on her right, and her moan spilled out around the gag before she could stop it.
I circled her, letting the leather brush against her skin like a question before striking again. And again. And again. Each blow drove her deeper into that headspace, that beautiful sensation and loss of control. But I didn't let her go too far.
I stepped behind her again, close enough that she could feel the heat of my chest against her back, but not close enough to touch. My hands grazed her sides, teasing just enough to make her shift her weight. My fingers trailed over the marks on her skin.
"You're doing beautifully." I praised into her ear, lips brushing her skin. "Your body… your reactions… they belong to me tonight. Every shiver… every moan… every whimper."
I knelt behind her. My hands teased up her inner thighs. Very close to where she wanted, but never quite enough. I toyed with her, a fingertip here, a brush of knuckles there. Her soft, desperate whimpers made me smile.
"You want release?" I asked.
As she nodded her head, a soft 'yes' was mumbled through her gag.
"Then you must earn it."
I resumed the impact. The flogger in my hand made a quiet whisper as it moved through the air, then kissed across her back with a nice rhythm. I didn't go too hard. This was about building her up, showing her the line between pain and pleasure and how blurred it could become.
"Breathe for me," I said, flicking my wrist again. The hits landed firmly across her ass and breasts, leaving faint trails of pale pink in their wake. She moaned again, the sound desperate and so deprived. Her body arching with each strike.
"That's it," I growled approvingly. "Such a good little toy."
I moved in closer, sliding one hand between her legs. Wet. Dripping. I didn't need to touch her for long. Just long enough to feel her squirm and groan in frustration when I pulled away.
"You want more, don't you?"
Another nod. Another muted 'yes'. More drool.
I swapped the flogger for a leather paddle. The first strike landed with a solid crack that made her jolt and cry out. My hand rubbed over the spot immediately after, then striking again, and again until her hips jerked with each blow.
I knew exactly when it tipped from pain into pleasure. Her body betrayed her. She was soaked. Needy. Hungry. Her arousal was only getting deeper. More carnal. More primal.
"Do you feel the heat between your legs, baby girl?" My voice was low. "That's mine… you gave that to me."
But I still gave her nothing, except the teasing whisper of my fingers. The ache of arousal just out of reach. The sound of my voice, low and commanding, reminding her that her body was no longer her own. Not here. Not now.
"I know what you want," I said, circling her slowly like a predator with a favorite meal. "But I'm not interested in giving it to you quickly. No… you're going to feel every second of it."
Over the next thirty minutes, I continued with the tormenting. We ran into a few tense moments, but I always kept her right on the edge of release. By now, she was filled with lust, want, and desire, and her muted gasps and moans became more and more animal like, as I continued the onslaught of pleasure and pain.
Nearing the end of the session, she was a total slobbering mess. I ran my fingers down the line of her spine, stopping just above the cleft of her ass. I circled her again, stepping in front of her flushed and bound body. Reaching out, I dragged my fingers along the inside of her thigh, slowly, deliberately. So close, and still not touching her where she wanted.
"You've earned a little reward," I said, as I slipped my hand inside the harness and my fingers teased the now slick folds between her legs. She gasped, body trembling as I rubbed slow, agonizing circles around her clit. But when I stopped again, she whined, hips bucking toward my hand.
"Ah-ah," I warned, slapping her inner thigh with my hand. "Control. Focus. This isn't about chasing release… it's about surrender."
She whimpered again. More drool. More loss of control.
I leaned in and whispered, "And baby girl, you are learning so beautifully."
After running my nails down her chest, I grabbed a nipple between my fingers. I gave it a hard pinch, sending a jolt of pleasure directly to her sweet spot. I then let her feel the absence of my touch, stepping away again. She softly whimpered once again.
"You're going to come for me," I whispered against her ear. "But only when I say."
She gasped, her entire body now taut and aching.
"When you finally do come… it's going to break you in the best way possible."
As she tried hard to stay still, her hips rolled slightly. Hungry for friction. Desperate for attention. I ran the tips of my fingers across her nipples, barely touching, watching them harden even more. With a snap of my hand, a low gasp was extracted from her gagged mouth.
"You're so responsive," I murmured. "It's so beautiful."
My fingers traveled down her stomach, dragging slow patterns along her skin, tracing the outline of her hips, her thighs, avoiding the one place she wanted me. Her legs trembled in the restraints.
She was begging with her moans and I heard a muffled 'please' whispered.
I raised an eyebrow. "Please what? Touch you? Is that what you need?"
She nodded, pleaded, moaned, tempting me to remove the gag to hear more begging. But I resisted.
"Oh, I'll touch you… but I'm going to just tease you."
I slipped one hand behind her head to hold her steady, and slipped the other between her legs once more, this time slowly sinking two fingers inside her. She gasped, body tightening around my fingers.
"There we go," I said. "So wet. So ready. So desperate. And still… so not allowed."
I teased her slowly with my fingers, curling them just enough to make her moan, then pulled away every time I felt her start to climb. Over and over and over, just to feel her body shuddered and shake. She now needed release more than she needed to breathe.
Once I put the clit vibe back in place, I reached for the remote, knowing the highest setting was intense, relentless, and ruthless. The vibrations were deep and unyielding and the sounds she made were raw, uncontrolled, and primal. Within seconds, she was right on the edge again.
There was a long, drawn out pause as I let her suffer in silence. I kept varying the vibe's speed, letting the weight of my total control settle over her like a vice, not letting her go over the edge. Then, when I finally knew it was time, I gave her what she needed and left the vibe on its highest setting.
"Cum for me, baby girl! Cum now!" I growled.
She gasped, her body clenched. Her first orgasm hit fast and hard with a muffled scream that echoed through the playroom. Her body convulsed, legs trembled, the rope strained with the force of her release. I held her through two more orgasms before turning off the vibe, gently guiding her down until she finally slumped in the restraints.
I kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered, "Such a good girl."
After releasing her from the restrains, I lowered her gently to the floor. I removed the blindfold, the gag, then carefully removed the ropes and the vibe. After cradling her against my chest, I wrapped a blanket around her. Her face turned toward me with pleading eyes.
"You've never looked more beautiful," I told her. "I'm so lucky you belong to me."
I held her in the silence. Her body was warm against mine, her breathing still uneven, her skin so damp with sweat. One hand rested at the nape of her neck, fingers gently stroking the wisps of hair that had come loose. The other pulled the blanket tighter around her, keeping her wrapped in safety.
"You didn't just submit tonight," I murmured into her hair, "you gave me your all."
There was no need to speak any further. She wasn't ready to be pulled out of the space I had taken her. And I wouldn't rush her return. That was part of my responsibility. Taking her deep, but also bringing her back.
Her fingers clung to my shirt with surprising strength, a silent plea not to let go. I tightened my hold and kissed the crown of her head, soft and lingering. After a long moment, I felt her start to breath with more control. Not quite steady yet, but getting there. Her muscles, so tense with pleasure and restraint before, had finally relaxed in the safety of my arms.
"I've got you," I whispered.
I tilted her face up gently, guiding her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes held something powerful. Something had changed in her tonight, and she knew it too.
"Thank you." I said, then brushed her cheek with my thumb. "You made me so proud."
I pulled her back against my chest, and she nestled in with a sound that broke my heart in the most beautiful way—part sigh, part sob, part surrender. She wasn't just coming down from a scene. She was coming home to herself.
I wrapped the blanket more snugly around her, then lifted her in my arms and helped her to the aftercare bed in the corner of the playroom, and laid her down slowly. After getting her some water, I climbed in behind her, and curled my body around hers. She turned to look in my eyes.
"I'm still learning," she said quietly.
"I know," I murmured against her shoulder. "And I'll keep teaching."
"I don't know what we're becoming," she whispered. "But I want to keep going… wherever this leads."
I kissed her forehead, my lips lingering. "Then that's exactly what we'll do."
She nodded slowly, as if the truth of that needed to settle into her mind. She finally relaxed fully into me. Her breath evening out. Her body melting in the quiet, warm stillness we had created. I watched her for a long time as sleep took her, each breath more peaceful than the last.
She was mine now. And I always protect what's mine.
I had spent our first session studying her. Watching her subtle ways, learning the rhythm of her voice when she was nervous. I saw how her hips shifted when anticipation overtook fear. I had memorized the pitch of her breath, just before she came undone. But tonight was not about introducing her to submission. Tonight was about deepening it.
As expected, she arrived five minutes early. She knew better than to make me wait. And once again, just before she reached for the door handle, I was there to open it. This time, her eyes didn't dart away from mine.
She looked up and offered a "Hi, Sir." No trembling hands. No uncertain posture.
"Hello, baby girl," I said, noticing how easily my title escaped from her lips, then she inhaled like it was her first breath taken all day.
The ritual began as it always would from that day forward. I took her coat and inspected the outfit hidden beneath. She wore the same black dress that hugged her curves. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a pony-tail. That same silver pendant hung around her neck.
I then smiled remembering how she teased me through the week with a photo of a deep-red corset she wanted to wear. When I told her that red was my favorite color, I honestly thought she would be wearing it under jacket when she showed up tonight, but that would be a treat for another time.
In silence, I led her down the hallway to the playroom. This time, she closed the door before I even commanded. When I turned to face her and let the moment settle between us, her posture straightened under my gaze. Without a word, she stood up straight, hands clasped behind her back, head bowed slightly.
"Strip," was my first command of the evening.
Without hesitation, she obeyed. Her body was still marked with traces of a recent self-administered punishment, but it still responded well to my voice. She folded her clothes neatly this time, placing them upon a nearby shelf. She was definitely learning the rituals.
She now stood in front of me. Her hands rested obediently behind her back, shoulders square, feet apart, eyes cast down. She was naked and trembling. Not from fear, but from anticipation and eagerness. I could see it in the way her chest rose and fell.
I approached her slowly, not touching her. Just letting her feel my presence. The weight of what she wanted. More bondage. More pain. More teasing. And I was only too happy to fulfill her wishes.
"Tonight," I murmured, brushing her pony-tail from her shoulder, "we push deeper. You've shown me you can endure… now show me you can surrender."
"Yes, Sir," she whispered.
Her voice held something different now. Not fear, but anticipation laced with a deep hunger. She had come a long way.
Her body moved with subtle eagerness as I guided her to the back of the room. Taking my time, I secured the leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, then attached the wrist cuffs to the hooks overhead. As her exposed breasts heaved up and down, her nipples tightening in the cool air. With legs now spread wide, her feet were shackled with the chains on the floor.
Once she was bound, I reached for the blindfold and clit vibe laid out earlier. The moment the darkness stole her vision, her breathing changed again. Once the clit vibe harness was secured in place, it was tested with the remote and received a nice squeal as a grade.
Next came the rope. I bound her slowly. Methodically. As I cinched the rope across her torso framing her breasts, her breathing became shallower, more erratic. Once finished with the crotch rope, the clit vibe was making merciless contact with its intended victim.
I stepped back and took her in. Now completely bound, completely helpless, completely mine.
"Color?" I asked, as my finger lifted her chin.
"Green, Sir," she whispered, lips barely parting.
A smile curved across my lips as I walked behind her. "Good, then let's begin."
Once her ball-gag was in place, the remote was set to a teasing setting, and I reached for the flogger. It was a different one than last time, heavier, much firmer. It wouldn't sting as much as throb, and that was exactly what I wanted.
The first strike landed across her left thigh. She gasped, hips twitching slightly, but the restrains held her perfectly. Another followed on her right, and her moan spilled out around the gag before she could stop it.
I circled her, letting the leather brush against her skin like a question before striking again. And again. And again. Each blow drove her deeper into that headspace, that beautiful sensation and loss of control. But I didn't let her go too far.
I stepped behind her again, close enough that she could feel the heat of my chest against her back, but not close enough to touch. My hands grazed her sides, teasing just enough to make her shift her weight. My fingers trailed over the marks on her skin.
"You're doing beautifully." I praised into her ear, lips brushing her skin. "Your body… your reactions… they belong to me tonight. Every shiver… every moan… every whimper."
I knelt behind her. My hands teased up her inner thighs. Very close to where she wanted, but never quite enough. I toyed with her, a fingertip here, a brush of knuckles there. Her soft, desperate whimpers made me smile.
"You want release?" I asked.
As she nodded her head, a soft 'yes' was mumbled through her gag.
"Then you must earn it."
I resumed the impact. The flogger in my hand made a quiet whisper as it moved through the air, then kissed across her back with a nice rhythm. I didn't go too hard. This was about building her up, showing her the line between pain and pleasure and how blurred it could become.
"Breathe for me," I said, flicking my wrist again. The hits landed firmly across her ass and breasts, leaving faint trails of pale pink in their wake. She moaned again, the sound desperate and so deprived. Her body arching with each strike.
"That's it," I growled approvingly. "Such a good little toy."
I moved in closer, sliding one hand between her legs. Wet. Dripping. I didn't need to touch her for long. Just long enough to feel her squirm and groan in frustration when I pulled away.
"You want more, don't you?"
Another nod. Another muted 'yes'. More drool.
I swapped the flogger for a leather paddle. The first strike landed with a solid crack that made her jolt and cry out. My hand rubbed over the spot immediately after, then striking again, and again until her hips jerked with each blow.
I knew exactly when it tipped from pain into pleasure. Her body betrayed her. She was soaked. Needy. Hungry. Her arousal was only getting deeper. More carnal. More primal.
"Do you feel the heat between your legs, baby girl?" My voice was low. "That's mine… you gave that to me."
But I still gave her nothing, except the teasing whisper of my fingers. The ache of arousal just out of reach. The sound of my voice, low and commanding, reminding her that her body was no longer her own. Not here. Not now.
"I know what you want," I said, circling her slowly like a predator with a favorite meal. "But I'm not interested in giving it to you quickly. No… you're going to feel every second of it."
Over the next thirty minutes, I continued with the tormenting. We ran into a few tense moments, but I always kept her right on the edge of release. By now, she was filled with lust, want, and desire, and her muted gasps and moans became more and more animal like, as I continued the onslaught of pleasure and pain.
Nearing the end of the session, she was a total slobbering mess. I ran my fingers down the line of her spine, stopping just above the cleft of her ass. I circled her again, stepping in front of her flushed and bound body. Reaching out, I dragged my fingers along the inside of her thigh, slowly, deliberately. So close, and still not touching her where she wanted.
"You've earned a little reward," I said, as I slipped my hand inside the harness and my fingers teased the now slick folds between her legs. She gasped, body trembling as I rubbed slow, agonizing circles around her clit. But when I stopped again, she whined, hips bucking toward my hand.
"Ah-ah," I warned, slapping her inner thigh with my hand. "Control. Focus. This isn't about chasing release… it's about surrender."
She whimpered again. More drool. More loss of control.
I leaned in and whispered, "And baby girl, you are learning so beautifully."
After running my nails down her chest, I grabbed a nipple between my fingers. I gave it a hard pinch, sending a jolt of pleasure directly to her sweet spot. I then let her feel the absence of my touch, stepping away again. She softly whimpered once again.
"You're going to come for me," I whispered against her ear. "But only when I say."
She gasped, her entire body now taut and aching.
"When you finally do come… it's going to break you in the best way possible."
As she tried hard to stay still, her hips rolled slightly. Hungry for friction. Desperate for attention. I ran the tips of my fingers across her nipples, barely touching, watching them harden even more. With a snap of my hand, a low gasp was extracted from her gagged mouth.
"You're so responsive," I murmured. "It's so beautiful."
My fingers traveled down her stomach, dragging slow patterns along her skin, tracing the outline of her hips, her thighs, avoiding the one place she wanted me. Her legs trembled in the restraints.
She was begging with her moans and I heard a muffled 'please' whispered.
I raised an eyebrow. "Please what? Touch you? Is that what you need?"
She nodded, pleaded, moaned, tempting me to remove the gag to hear more begging. But I resisted.
"Oh, I'll touch you… but I'm going to just tease you."
I slipped one hand behind her head to hold her steady, and slipped the other between her legs once more, this time slowly sinking two fingers inside her. She gasped, body tightening around my fingers.
"There we go," I said. "So wet. So ready. So desperate. And still… so not allowed."
I teased her slowly with my fingers, curling them just enough to make her moan, then pulled away every time I felt her start to climb. Over and over and over, just to feel her body shuddered and shake. She now needed release more than she needed to breathe.
Once I put the clit vibe back in place, I reached for the remote, knowing the highest setting was intense, relentless, and ruthless. The vibrations were deep and unyielding and the sounds she made were raw, uncontrolled, and primal. Within seconds, she was right on the edge again.
There was a long, drawn out pause as I let her suffer in silence. I kept varying the vibe's speed, letting the weight of my total control settle over her like a vice, not letting her go over the edge. Then, when I finally knew it was time, I gave her what she needed and left the vibe on its highest setting.
"Cum for me, baby girl! Cum now!" I growled.
She gasped, her body clenched. Her first orgasm hit fast and hard with a muffled scream that echoed through the playroom. Her body convulsed, legs trembled, the rope strained with the force of her release. I held her through two more orgasms before turning off the vibe, gently guiding her down until she finally slumped in the restraints.
I kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered, "Such a good girl."
After releasing her from the restrains, I lowered her gently to the floor. I removed the blindfold, the gag, then carefully removed the ropes and the vibe. After cradling her against my chest, I wrapped a blanket around her. Her face turned toward me with pleading eyes.
"You've never looked more beautiful," I told her. "I'm so lucky you belong to me."
I held her in the silence. Her body was warm against mine, her breathing still uneven, her skin so damp with sweat. One hand rested at the nape of her neck, fingers gently stroking the wisps of hair that had come loose. The other pulled the blanket tighter around her, keeping her wrapped in safety.
"You didn't just submit tonight," I murmured into her hair, "you gave me your all."
There was no need to speak any further. She wasn't ready to be pulled out of the space I had taken her. And I wouldn't rush her return. That was part of my responsibility. Taking her deep, but also bringing her back.
Her fingers clung to my shirt with surprising strength, a silent plea not to let go. I tightened my hold and kissed the crown of her head, soft and lingering. After a long moment, I felt her start to breath with more control. Not quite steady yet, but getting there. Her muscles, so tense with pleasure and restraint before, had finally relaxed in the safety of my arms.
"I've got you," I whispered.
I tilted her face up gently, guiding her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes held something powerful. Something had changed in her tonight, and she knew it too.
"Thank you." I said, then brushed her cheek with my thumb. "You made me so proud."
I pulled her back against my chest, and she nestled in with a sound that broke my heart in the most beautiful way—part sigh, part sob, part surrender. She wasn't just coming down from a scene. She was coming home to herself.
I wrapped the blanket more snugly around her, then lifted her in my arms and helped her to the aftercare bed in the corner of the playroom, and laid her down slowly. After getting her some water, I climbed in behind her, and curled my body around hers. She turned to look in my eyes.
"I'm still learning," she said quietly.
"I know," I murmured against her shoulder. "And I'll keep teaching."
"I don't know what we're becoming," she whispered. "But I want to keep going… wherever this leads."
I kissed her forehead, my lips lingering. "Then that's exactly what we'll do."
She nodded slowly, as if the truth of that needed to settle into her mind. She finally relaxed fully into me. Her breath evening out. Her body melting in the quiet, warm stillness we had created. I watched her for a long time as sleep took her, each breath more peaceful than the last.
She was mine now. And I always protect what's mine.
