BDSM forced stories
It’s Monday, it’s the day I’m going to see Mistress Celia again. This is going to be our second meeting.
A particular meeting, as was already the first of course, but for different reasons. First because it is the second, and it changes our meeting from the one-night relationship to the relationship followed. Deep down, I don’t know how to interpret this. This meeting allows me not to be one of the men who ” shoot a shot in hiding during a getaway without a day “, so it’s a relief, but it also ranks me more or less in the category of men who cheat on their wife with a “regular lover” and it makes me uncomfortable, but I decided to belong to you, so I act accordingly.
This second meeting is also special because it is going to be my first deserved punishment, not just a punishment or a small punishment that you would afflict me by play and pleasure, but a punishment following a real mistake on my part. You set me up, Maitresse, pretending to be another maitresse to whom I was willing to turn in addition to your membership…
So, all of this worries me a bit, of course, but still, I have the feeling of being overall more relaxed than in the hours before our first meeting. Fortunately, I am busy enough at work not to think too much about all this before the time of departure.
It’s raining, I’m afraid of having people on the way to the hotel, so I want to leave a little before 5pm. but here, a colleague comes to ask me for information just as I was starting to turn off the PC. Rrrrrr, he couldn’t have stopped by sooner, he’s gonna make me late ! Little moment of stress. I give him the items he needs, and quickly save me to my car. No recklessness however on the road. Once in the car, I think a little about my family (I’m mostly afraid that my wife will call me), but it is quickly you Mistress who will occupy my thoughts. The more I swallow the miles to the hotel, and the more I think about you, I’m happy to see you again, I’m excited, more excited than anxious finally I think.
I’m on my way to the hotel. I’m freaking out. The automatic terminal that delivers the room and the entry code is turned off, because at this time, you have to go through the reception. Ouch ! it’s less discreet. So I decide to send you an sms, as agreed by the way, to be sure that you do not have a setback, and to offer you to take the room. I think it will be a little more discreet if we go back one after the other, and so you can go back to the hotel as if you already have your room, rather than we stick together at the reception… once in the room, I send you a text with the number and the entry code. You answer me in return that I have to wait for you naked kneeling in a corner, head down.
After all these practical details, here I am alone for now in the room, quiet. I take 2 minutes of lucidity to delete immediately the sms we exchanged.
I know you won’t be long before you get through the door. My mind is already with you, and my body will soon be with you and yours…
I now have a beating heart, I go around the room a little, drink a glass of water. I feel a little hard, a little excited. And then it seems to me to hear noise behind the door, I put myself in position. My heart beats even harder. I look forward to (re) discovering your face, your master figure. What a satisfaction to feel your steps in this room.
That’s it, I’m with you, I’m yours. I would like to throw myself at your feet to kiss you, or to come against you slip my nose into your neck to feel your skin. In fact, at this moment, I think I’m just happy to be there mistress.
You’re taking your time, totally ignoring me. I only dream of a gesture from you, even a slap would be welcome. I don’t know if I have the right to look up, but I’m not taking the risk. Then I am wisely awaiting your instructions.
That’s it, the first sentence falls : “you disobeyed me and I’m disappointed. Believe me, this act will not be without consequence.”
You order me to crawl to your feet, close to you, almost against your legs.
You start by asking me about my night at the hotel (for a business trip) where you asked me to work my anus. I didn’t expect that. That it was simple to tell you this night by mail, and that it is difficult to confess what I did so, orally, before you Mistress. I’m ashamed, I feel a little humiliated to have to confess what I did on your order … so, I’m embarrassed, I tell myself that you must feel it, and it must be fun. I’m really into my submissive skin. I then recount, a little clumsily, how I obeyed your orders that night. I am very succinct in my words, I would like to be more “eloquent”, but I have trouble expressing myself, I’m afraid that you will reproach me. This fear is justified, a kick comes to hit my butt “be more precise”. I then tell you how I in the shower introduced two fingers into my anus causing an erection that I would never have imagined. I also did my round trip on all fours as you asked me, and I ended up masturbating while inserting me with difficulty the dildo that you offered me. I enjoyed thinking about you Mistress, thinking about your Will, and I licked every drop of cum that had spilled on the floor. I was glad to have done this for you.
And then there comes the moment that necessarily I dreaded :
“do you know you have to be punished today ? »
“Yes Mistress, I know »
You then sit in the chair in front of me and announce that I will have a choice between 3 punishments, and that it will be up to me to choose…
“wearing pliers throughout the session »
or
“accept not to cum today »
or
“to be fucked with a dildo much bigger than the one you offered me »
I must look surprised, because you add :
“you didn’t expect that, did you ? »
“no mistress, it’s true »
“I can be even more cruel if I have to, because now I can tell you that it’s really light for a slut like you… »
But for all that I have always been sure that you were capable mistress to be very imaginative, much more than me. It is true that I expected more spanking, whipping or other … and that I was more prepared for it. Even if I suspected that the punishment by the forceps hung me also to the nose (or rather to the breasts !). In hindsight, I appreciated your imagination, and therefore to have been caught off guard somehow.
But I have to choose, and quickly.
“if you don’t choose, it will be all 3 at once ! »
“Oh no Mistress, I’ll choose.”
Quickly, I eliminate the first option. I don’t think I can endure such punishment, which would really make me suffer, and having to abdicate in the process of punishment would make me even weaker, less worthy of you. And I want to be fully forgiven, so go to the end of my punishment.
Remain the second or third choice…
“accept not to enjoy today” … it implies that I would probably be entitled to that pleasure if I don’t make that choice. And I admit that I’ve been bubbling internally with excitement since our first meeting. And especially with the exercise imposed on my night at the hotel, and the prohibition to masturbate in your absence, nor to have sex with my wife during this week.
Ah the weakness of men … I feel weak not being able myself to give up enjoying. Ah that it is simple finally mistress to master or make a man obey by holding him under his grip nothing but a blackmail to the enjoyment. I feel a little pitiful, but what a torment it would be to have to wait again for our next meeting to hope that maybe I can have the right to cum with you… so the punishment would finally last until our next meeting !
Then I think of the third choice. And on the other hand, even if this third choice worries me too, I secretly hope that my anus has at least a little relaxed, so that you have more ease and therefore “pleasure” to finger and/or dildo. Because I did my little fingering duty in the shower whenever it was possible. I also think that this punishment can also be beneficial for my anus to learn to expand if my mistress wishes that I can one day learn the pleasure that can be drawn from anal penetration. I remember that in the submission contract linking me to you, it says that my anus must prepare to be as welcoming as a vagina.
So, although not convinced by all these quick thoughts, I announce, hesitant, anxious :
“Mistress, I believe I will choose the third option… »
“Are you sure, can you change your mind again… ? »
“No, Mistress, I’m sure… “(in fact I’m not sure at all !!, but hey, have to choose)
Did I make the right choice, can I go to the end of my punishment, does this choice satisfy my mistress…? I do not know, I may ask him, one Monday … so many questions in any case that will trot a little in my head, especially during the few minutes that will follow, when I will make my round trips with 4 legs along the bed, on your order :
“Come on, walk a little on all fours and show me your little bitch ass.”
Like the first time, you’re lying on the bed, and I feel like you’re looking at me.