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Exposed - Part 5

My eyes strained and my vision blurred as I finally slammed shut my laptop. The cool air of a late spring afternoon flowed in through the window, which was only open a crack. The sky was beginning to darken - Sasha would be home from work soon and it felt like I was no closer to feeling like I could be the Dom she deserved.

Sure, I had a bunch of hot ideas and concepts floating around in my head, but it still felt so abstract. It felt silly to ever think that I could do this by myself. Still, how amazing would it be to surprise Sasha with the ability to conduct a scene to let her know I was interested? I closed my eyes and sucked in some more of the cool air.

Then it hit me. Patrick... Casey's boyfriend had picked her up from work the other day and took it upon himself to come into the kitchen and introduce himself to the other restaurant staff. Extending his arm for a handshake, I took note of rather rugged leather band on his wrist, complete with metal fastenings. After fielding some questions about my work in the kitchen I decided to turn it around on him.

"So, Patrick, as much as the restaurant business fascinates you, I have to know, what do you do for work?

"I'm the owner of a studio downtown", Patrick said quickly and matter-of-factually. "Anyway, tell me, does Casey help things run smoothly around here".

We talked a bit more about the restaurant and Patrick seemed strangely interested in looking for ways to help improve Casey's work performance. Strangest of all was his reaction when I inquired a bit more about his studio - by which I assumed he meant dance. Patrick seemed to stumble when I asked him a bit about his dance experience, before pivoting once again to how things ran at the restaurant.

Perhaps...

I opened Tumblr and scrolled until I found it: "Master Patrick's blog - Experienced Dom eager to welcome new people into the world of kink. Ask and I will try my best to answer." Most damning of all was the location listed in his blog bio, which just so happened to be the same city where we lived.

"I was wondering how long it would take you." Patrick typed back to me. I had initiated a chat with him and explained my suspicions - and my interest in learning from him. Two excruciatingly long hours later and I finally received the one sentence in response.

Before long we had a plan to meet up in person.

"There is a lot more I can explain face to face", Patrick wrote as we each signed off for the night. Well, so much for sleep I guess.

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Did you know you can just have your partner wear a collar when you’re just hanging out? Cuddling? Watching a movie? And then you get to see how good they look in it and loop your finger through it to pull them in for a kiss, and…

Anyway, collars. Yes.

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Exposed - Part 4

"Where is that order for table 3", I hear shouted from across the kitchen as I am jolted out of a daydream. Crap, I look down at the pan I am tending to find the sauteed scallops have a thick layer of burnt char.

"Sorry, Casey, got a little distracted. I'll have it to you in five."

Dammit, I just haven't been able to focus at work the past few days. Ever since I discovered Sasha's secret kinky side laid bare on her Tumblr blog, I haven't been able to stop thinking about what it might mean for our relationship; and what I should do, if anything.

I think I want what she wants but I don't have the first clue about how to actually make it happen in real life. What if I make a mistake or do something to hurt my beautiful Sasha? I need to find something, or somebody, who can teach me how to dominate Sasha the way she deserves.

I look down at the fresh scallops just in time to notice they are on the verge of burning yet again.

If for no other reason, I need help with this so I can get my head on straight at work again, I think to myself.

"Scallops for 3 are up," I yell as I slide them onto the counter.

"Finally!" Casey quips as she looks over me with equal doses of frustration and concern. "Beck, whatever is going on with you, maybe it would do you some good to take a day off and get some rest. Jamie can head up the kitchen by himself for a couple more days before he's off on vacation." She offers before scurrying away to the table of increasingly impatient guests.

Maybe she is right, I think to myself as I round out the last few meals for the night and clean up my station. Perhaps a solid day of research could help guide me in the right direction. Nothing the internet can't solve. After all, that's where kinksters live, right...I think? Ugh, I am truly hopeless.

I cross my name off the schedule for tomorrow and head over to Jamie to explain my sudden need for R&R. He is more than happy to help out a little extra before his vacation, and I am more than happy to try to clear my head.

I get home that night and shower quickly. Sasha and I watch a bit of mindless TV and before long she is asleep next to me on the couch. Well, perhaps time to get a head start. I pull out my phone and download the Tumblr app. It seems like the obvious place to start, based on my accidental discovery. I make an account that is convincingly anonymous, search up Sasha's account, and once again scroll - this time saving certain posts and ideas for reference. Perhaps I can take some of these ideas to somebody who might know more about what this means in real life.

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Master’s Playdate - Part 3

Sasha, still fully restrained on the cross, strained with excitement toward the front door, attempting to catch a glimpse of her new potential play mate.

“Do not move a muscle, plaything. You will receive further instruction once I have welcomed my new toy into the house.”

I swung open the door and struggled to hold back my excitement. As instructed, Elana was wearing a large overcoat. I had given specific, but rather open-ended instructions about what she was to wear underneath. My imagination whirred as it conjured up images of what was underneath that coat.

“Welcome to my house, toy. I look forward to watching you girls play together.”

I guided Sasha into the room and closed the door with a loud thud, and hurriedly turned the lock.

“Let’s see that coat come off now”, I growled to Elana as she stood at attention before me, ready to be commanded.”

She dropped the coat to the floor and I could feel Sasha’s eyes widen and her breathing quicken. Elana’s beautiful tits were on near full display, being barely contained by a slim corset. Every component of the outfit was a deep black, complementing her pale skin and autumn red hair. Her dark makeup seemed to betray an impish, slutty desire to be disciplined, spanked, beaten to tears, and fucked senseless. She wore a tiny thong that seemed to be threatened to be swallowed by her gorgeous swollen pussy lips at any second. Black nylon stockings barely clung to her subtly muscular thighs.

Sasha and I salivated in unison.

Now, on your knees, toy.”

Elana diligently fell to her knees and sat back, thrusting out her gorgeous tits and seeming eager to please.

“Open your mouth, girl. It’s time to show Sasha how a good girl pleasures a Master.”

I eagerly undid my belt and freed my already rock hard cock as Elana drooled onto her tits.

I turned towards Sasha, who was whimpering and crying at the idea of being unable to join in the servicing of my cock.

“You sit back and watch this, slave. If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you in on the fun.”

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Master’s Playdate - Part 2

“That’s right, girl, Elana’s coming over in about a half hour. I’ve arranged for the two of you to have a play date while I watch you get to know each other. Oh, and perhaps toy with the two of you. If you can behave, that is. How does that sound, my little slut?”

“Soooo good, Sir,” she said, drawing out the words and practically drooling at the thought of being ordered to taste Elana’s mouth for my enjoyment. I had her right where I wanted her.

Elana and Sasha met once briefly after we’d run into each other a few more times at the gym. We worked in some sets of squats with each other and, let’s just say spotting her was a more strenuous workout than the rest of my leg day.

After that, I invited her to come out and have dinner with Sasha and I. I don’t think the penne alla vodka was what Sasha was salivating most for that night. Elana wore a low cut black top which presented her gorgeous tits right at eye level. I made sure to seat her directly across from Sasha and encouraged her to lean over the table to pass things to the two of us. Sasha was writhing in her chair. After dinner, once I had put Sasha in the car, I walked Elana to her car and proposed my plan. Making sure that Sasha was in eyeshot, we said our goodbyes and I smacked her ass, which seemed to be miraculously squeezed into her jeans, leaving little to the imagination.

Turning my attention to Sasha’s beautiful slim, naked body - delicate tits presented for my pleasure with nipples standing at attention - I began to fasten her collar and cuff her wrists and ankles. “Ah, but first you’ll have to earn your play date. If you don’t behave for me, and do as you’re ordered, I’ll send Elana home as soon as she gets here.” Sasha whined at the thought of still being unable to personally appreciate Elana’s gorgeous, toned body.

“Up on the cross - arms and legs available to be fastened, slut” I growled as I guided Sasha off her kneels, holding her ponytail as she got herself into position. She reluctantly spread her legs, revealing the beautiful slickness that coated her delicious shaved cunt. I fastened her cuffs to the cross and put my hand around her throat - being sure to summon a hoarseness in my voice as I moved close to her ear: “I am going to torture you until Elana gets here. You will do exactly as you’re told, are we clear?” Sasha nodded eagerly as nervous tension took over her body. I wrapped my hand tightly around her throat and could not resist getting a feel of her wetness, which was beginning to drip down her legs and onto the floor. Embarrassment swept across her face as she desperately tried and failed to pull her legs closed. I scooped up some of her sweet cunt juice and held it up to her face. “Open your mouth girl.” Initially reluctant, she started to shake her head before she realized what she was doing and began to part her lips. I pulled open her jaw and gave her hard nipple a twist, ensuring her mouth would remain open as she let out a yelp.

“You will clean your slickness off of my hand, finger by finger, slowly and carefully until I am satisfied.”

I held up a riding crop, implying the consequences of not adequately satisfying my command. Slowly and reluctantly Sasha began to suck and lick at my finger but by the time she had finished my pointer finger she made a face and turned her head away. “That’s a 10 count with the crop, girl.” She squealed as I held one of her breasts, and I beat out a five-count, turning her gorgeous porcelain skin rosey red. I repeated the five count with her other breast. Her enthusiasm picked up as I forced her mouth back open and retrieved more of wetness which was now even more eagerly dripping from her cunt.

“Maybe I should make a plan to send Elana home after that stunt you pulled.” I whispered darkly in her ear.

“Nooo please. I want to taste her sooo badly, Sir”, she begged. Her cunt dripping more aggressively than ever.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m looking forward to tasting her sweet mouth and cunt as well, slave.”

With that, there was a soft knock at the door.

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That’s right, slave, suck on that cock like the good whore you are. What’s that? Are you soaking through your little panties while you choke on my cock? Good.

Do you want a reward, cunt? Would you like your Master to make you feel good. Do as your told and show how much of an obedient little cocksucker you are and maybe I’ll have my fun with you, plaything.

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Just like that girl, you’re going to present your gorgeous ass for me so I can beat it until it turns red. You know you’ve earned this punishment. You know it’s what you deserve, so take it like a good girl.

If you do, maybe I will decide to use you for your intended purpose and fill that wet little cunt, or choke you with my cock.

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“Stand up and spread yourself for me, house pet. Let’s see that dirty, dripping cunt, whore.”

She stood obediently but with hesitation as her master lurked over her with arms crossed. A line of wet juices dripped from her swollen pussy as she revealed herself to him.

“I know you can’t control yourself when I am in the room but you will have to be patient while I finish my work - then you will service my cock. In the meantime, continue scrubbing the floors for me.”

After briefly sneaking a glance at the growing bulge in his slacks, she turned her her gaze quickly back to the floor and dropped again to her knees and resumed her cleaning duties.

“Yes sir, you house maid will continue cleaning until she is required.”

“Good girl.”

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Prompt from Sub 11/21/22

Writing prompt: what something that instantly puts you into “Domspace” and why?

A large part of how I define my role as a Dom is as a protector and a ruled-maker on for my sub - I believe it is something that often makes her feel noticed, loved, and supported.

With this in mind, something that will almost always instantly put me into Domspace is when I see my sub break an important rule that I have put in place to protect her and improve her well-being. Even if we are not in an environment where it is necessarily appropriate to act on them, my dominant instants will kick in when something like this occurs.

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Prompt from Master 1/20/22

Note: trigger warning for CNC, gaslighting (consensual) and intense degradation

Prompt from @msbsmaster : write a fantasy about a scene in which your Master comes home from a long, stressful day at work. Perhaps you are home for the day and are anticipating he might be having a hard day and be desiring to make use of his slave when he gets home. How would you prepare? How do you fantasize this scene would progress?

“I want your toys charged and you waiting for me on your knees at 5:30″

Well, that’s one way to tell me he’s coming home late. It also answers the question of what I’ll be doing for the next two hours, and how his day is going. I plug in my vibrators, and immediately start cleaning up the house. Luckily, my daily chores mean that there’s not much to do, but I still have the dishes left, as well as the little touches Master prefers to have in our home.

I finish with a little over an hour to spare, and a two texts that I’ve missed by twenty minutes. “Put your plug in too.” “Did you hear me slave?” Crap. “Yes Master, I heard you. I was finishing my chores and just saw your messages now. Your slave will be ready and waiting for you as you wish.”

No response. I’m not surprised, texting me during a stressful day is usually something he avoids, but I’m sure he’s seen it. I take a quick shower, focusing on being clean and ready for my Master, insert my plug (a ten minute process as I’ve only done it myself twice before), and put on my favorite bralette, thong, and pair of boyshorts. Hopefully the outfit will distract him from the late response. With two minutes to spare, my cuffs, toys, and lube are set on the table, and I’m on my knees by the door with my collar in my hand. I hear the car in the driveway, and his shoes on the stairs.

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My New Toy - Chapter 9

It was even more satisfying than I could have imagined - watching the look on my slave’s face as she took in the scene in front of her. 

Valerie’s dominance over my lowly pet quickly gave way to submission to me, as I pulled her close and wrapped my hand around her throat. If you could fuck somebody just by the way you looked at them, that was most certainly how I looking at Valerie, as I assessed her outfit that marked her as a slut ready for a good fucking. 

Valerie began to tear off what looking clothing she was wearing, hoping to be serviced in the all of the ways she was eagerly anticipating. Meanwhile, I caught out of the corner of my eye that my pet was already becoming extremely turned on, also anticipating how I would make use of a real woman. She reached down and began to rub her clit vigorously, just as I turned around to catch a glimpse of her.

A mixture of fear and guild began to cross her face as she sensed what was about to transpire.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself, my worthless plaything”.

“No, Sir”, she whispered back in a high-pitched voice, as she began to noticeably tremble.

Valerie and I both turned our attention to the toy who we would soon punish for both of our enjoyment.    

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You are going to hit limits.

In BDSM, we talk about limits (for context, I’m referring to hard limits here, but I don’t want to type that every time) as things to never touch. “You do not go past someone’s limit, and if your partner ever does, you leave.” It’s a good rule. I agree with it. It’s concrete, structured, and leaves no room for newbies or abusers to talk their way out of.

Except.

There are times when limits are crossed, and it’s not abuse.

OK PUT THE PITCHFORKS AWAY AND LET ME EXPLAIN

I accidentally crossed a hard limit of my Dom today. Here’s why I’m not mad at myself: before today, I didn’t know it was a limit. I’m not sure he did either. As soon as it was crossed, he told me, and I apologized, thanked him for being honest, and stopped. Then we talked about how to avoid it happening again.

As two people exploring BDSM together, we are going to discover limits that we never thought we had. Things we never considered could even be a limit. THAT’S OKAY. We need to be able to know that we can trust each other to respect our limits, but we can’t expect people to be mind readers. If something makes you uncomfortable, and your partner doesn’t know that, then it is on you to communicate that. Communication is the glue that holds the whole dynamic, and community, together.

I’ve been beating myself up for three hours now because I crossed a boundary, and my main reason for writing this is to forgive myself. I didn’t know, and now I do, and I am not an abuser for not knowing. I am a person, learning how to be in a relationship with another person, and that is ok.

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Things Doms Say (Hard Edition)

“Does it scare you that I can do anything to you right now?”

“Who owns you?”/“Who owns this cunt?”

“This fuckhole was made for me and only me.”

“Toys don’t make noises, slut.”

“Aww, does it hurt? Too fucking bad.”

“I said fucking take it.”

“You don’t ever fucking touch what is mine.”

“If you even look at anyone else, I’ll kill you.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“Is this what you wanted, slut?”

“I’ll stop when I want to fucking stop.”

“Is that clear?”

“Understood?”

“This is all you’re good for.”

“I’m going to fill you up so you remember who fucks you so good.”

“Watch your fucking mouth.”

“Such a dumb, drooly whore begging for daddy’s dick.”

“You like that, slut?”

“Yeah? Can’t take it, baby? Too bad, I’m gonna use you however I want.”

“You’re so fucking pathetic it’s adorable.”

“Answer me.”

“Look at me.”

“You’re not getting away.”

“Not. A. Single. Sound. Understand?”

“I don’t care. Take it deeper.”

“You’re mine.”

“Use your words.”

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Nothing like a hard stressful day of work and coming home to your fuck toy, bending her over, and taking out your frustrations.

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I love leading a naked submissive around my house on all fours by a leash while occasionally smacking her bare ass with my black leather riding crop.

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@msbsslavegirl​ Is this what you think about too?

✨Just fantasising about being under their desk while they work so they can use my mouth whenever they want. ✨

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Exposed - Chapter 3

I fell into the seemingly endless wormhole. There was entire other side to my beautiful, sweet, and caring Sasha that I had never encountered before. By day, Sasha was outspoken, opinionated, and rarely afraid to argue her side of a disagreement. She would argue passionately for issues of gender equality, often bringing to me attention cases of abuse and mistreatment that men perpetrated against women. By night, however, it was clear that Sasha craved to play out fantasies that resembled the very things she despised. 

Any moment that Sasha left her laptop unattended was time I took to learn about the Sasha I had never met. 

Initially, I was in utter shock. I couldn’t rear my eyes away from the deluge of depraved fantasies that she was pouring onto her Tumblr. She composed elaborate dreams of a man lording over her. A man who would take what he wanted from her and expect to give nothing in return. A man who would punish and humiliate her, physically and mentally.

Is the Sasha I know an imposter, I asked myself? No, I already knew the answer. I knew because deep down I felt those same sort of cravings. The cravings that only made themselves seen when I relaxed my inhibitions. The times when sexual desire and frustration won out over gentle, sweet love-making. 

The cravings made themselves seen when Sasha and I began our relationship, and the first inklings of sexual chemistry developed as our hands explored each others bodies. Instinctually, I would find my hand around her throat as deep-down I fantasized about the power that comes with controlling another being’s very ability to breathe. I fantasized about dominating over her sexually and psychologically. I fantasized about seeing her look up at me with awe, fear, and respect. 

In time, I would delight in the idea that I knew every aspect of each dirty little fantasy that Sasha thought she was keeping locked away from me - never to be found. I felt a delicious, perverted delight in those moments where I could practically read her mind. Those times when I knew she was turned on by one of a million things she was too humiliated to ever admit to me she found arousing. Her not-so-secret depraved fantasizing was my dream come true.