Mistress and I had our date night on Thursday night. While Mistress was getting ready, I prepared the bed. I pulled out the straps we keep hidden under the mattress and placed some towels on the bed. I pulled out the toys we use the most and put them on the dresser next to the bed. Mistress let me out of chastity before I showered and so that I could clean myself well and stay clean until later. I put on one squirt of my new perfume, and some fishnet suspender hose before getting dressed in my male clothes.
We went to a happy hour and had a few appetizers and cocktails. On our way home Mistress told me what I was to do when we got home. I was to light the candles we have in the room and put on some music. Then I had to put restraints on my wrists and ankles and strip down so that I was only wearing the fishnet hose. I was to put 3 large rubber bands around each thigh, blindfold myself and then tie down my three limbs.
Once I was secured to the bed Mistress entered the room. The started by going around the bed and tightening the 3 limbs that were already secured. Then she went to my free arm, clicked a clip onto the restraint and tightened that limb down. I was held down tightly and my cock was rising just from the bondage. Mistress then left the room to change clothes or remove clothes, I don't know since I couldn't see. The rest of what happened is kind of a blur so I don't necessarily remember the order of events.
Essentially Mistress alternated putting generous amounts of lube on my cock before stroking me to an edge. She would hit my inner thighs with several implements from a rubber stick the width of my finger to a flexible metal rod that you snap against the skin. It's so thin and light that it hurts like hell and leaves a heck of a mark. Mistress would also use these implements on my balls. Mistress put clothespins on my nipples for a good 15 minutes and when she took them off she rrubed the blood back into them causing a rush of pain. By far the worse thing Mistress did was snap those rubber bands against my inner thighs. It's crazy to think 20 cents of rubber bands are the implement I fear the most.
At one point I asked Mistress to please put a clothespin back on my nipple(s). That set her off. After that I got about 3 minutes of constant smacking with what I believe to be a riding crop. She smacked my cock, balls and inner thighs non-stop while scolding me for being a pushy bottom. She told me that my blog posts have been too pushy, and that she was not here to fill my wish list, and that I needed to focus less on things I want her to do to me. After that, Mistress took a pair of panties that old cum stains in them. She poured some water into them and shoved them into my mouth so she didn't have to hear about what I wanted any longer. I could have easily pushed the panties out of my mouth, but after what I just endured I chose to leave them in.
So Mistress did an amazing job of stroking my cock and right as I got to the edge and told her I was about to cum, she would snap a rubber band or hit me in the balls or smack me with something else. It was back and forth, and I would go from amazing pleasure to excruciating pain. I wanted the pain to stop, but the pleasure was so good that I more than willing to endure the pain to keep the teasing going.
After about 45 minutes, Mistress decided it was her turn, so she unclipped my limbs so I could fuck her. She had me rinse out my mouth and come back to bed. When I got back to the bed I tried to go down on her, but she refused me that pleasure. I easily put my cock in Mistress but before I could give her an orgasm I had to stop so I wouldn't cum without permission. Mistress' expert teasing session had me perilously close to cumming. Mistress had me pull out so I could use my fingers to make her cum which she did quite easily once my finger rubbed across her G-spot. As soon as she would cum she would have me put my cock inside her.
As we did this, we talked. I told Mistress that I was surprised how much I am liking being dressed up around her. I confessed that I was enjoying it much more than I thought I would. I told her that for the first time in my life I could see myself doing this long term. She told me that she really likes me dressed and that she is planning on pushing me much further. She really likes how submissive I have become. When I am dressed up, I am less snarky, I have less male ego and machismo. I am more open to obeying. I don't really remember all the details but what I walked away with was that now that we are down this path, there is no turning back. I will continue to be more and more feminized. I will be more and more controlled. Chastity is likely to be full time. Not because she doesn't trust me, but because of the control it gives her and takes away from me.
As we talked, Mistress continued to have me alternate between fucking her with my cock and making me cum with her fingers. She asked me if I wanted to cum, and I assured her I didn't. She told me that if I did, I would be locked up in chastity first thing in the morning. I asked what if I didn't cum and she said, "same thing", so I was in a lose/lose situation. Mistress did assure me that she liked me to orgasm enough so that I remember how good it feels. I entered Mistress again and she talked about how she was going to cum all over my cock. I asked for permission to cum and she gave it to me. I quickly filled her with my cum while I gave her another orgasm. I mumbled about how she just won, making me so desperate that I couldn't stop myself. Even though I just came, my cock was still rock hard (thanks pharmaceutical industry!) so I continued to fuck Mistress. I had no fear of prgasming again. Mistress kept cumming and I kept pushing my cock inside of her. After a few minutes I couldn't go anymore. Mistress let me catch my breath before she told to do me what I hoped she wouldn't . She told me to lick my cum out of her pussy. As I put my face between her legs to eat my own cum, I felt so owned. I would do anything to be treated this was. My shame and disgust were quickly overcum by feelings of arousal and submissiveness. After I gave Mistress one more orgasm, she said she was done with me. I cleaned up the toys and the bedroom so we could finish our evening relaxing.
Yesterday I spent the day replaying Thursday nights events in my head. While our scene was intense and exciting, it was the communication that I was most excited about. The fact that Mistress isn't only indulging my feminization, but that she is going to push me deeper and deeper. To think that something I used to do a few times a year in a sexual context will now be a near full time part of my life, scares and excites me. Seeing Mistress become more and more confident about controlling me, hurting me and punishing me is a dream come true. I have spent almost 30 years of my adult life chasing this need of being controlled. I have had brushes with it in the past, but this is the most hopeful I have ever been. I think we will succeed this time because I have gotten out of my own head. I am devoted to Mistress and the process of her owning me. I will do my best to not pull back when things get intense and I believe Mistress will push me forward if I do try to pull back. Things are looking great.
Here is the aftermath of my beating. The bright red lines are from the rubber bands and the bruising from the large rubber stick. I love wearing the marks she gives me!!!
We went to a happy hour and had a few appetizers and cocktails. On our way home Mistress told me what I was to do when we got home. I was to light the candles we have in the room and put on some music. Then I had to put restraints on my wrists and ankles and strip down so that I was only wearing the fishnet hose. I was to put 3 large rubber bands around each thigh, blindfold myself and then tie down my three limbs.
Once I was secured to the bed Mistress entered the room. The started by going around the bed and tightening the 3 limbs that were already secured. Then she went to my free arm, clicked a clip onto the restraint and tightened that limb down. I was held down tightly and my cock was rising just from the bondage. Mistress then left the room to change clothes or remove clothes, I don't know since I couldn't see. The rest of what happened is kind of a blur so I don't necessarily remember the order of events.
Essentially Mistress alternated putting generous amounts of lube on my cock before stroking me to an edge. She would hit my inner thighs with several implements from a rubber stick the width of my finger to a flexible metal rod that you snap against the skin. It's so thin and light that it hurts like hell and leaves a heck of a mark. Mistress would also use these implements on my balls. Mistress put clothespins on my nipples for a good 15 minutes and when she took them off she rrubed the blood back into them causing a rush of pain. By far the worse thing Mistress did was snap those rubber bands against my inner thighs. It's crazy to think 20 cents of rubber bands are the implement I fear the most.
At one point I asked Mistress to please put a clothespin back on my nipple(s). That set her off. After that I got about 3 minutes of constant smacking with what I believe to be a riding crop. She smacked my cock, balls and inner thighs non-stop while scolding me for being a pushy bottom. She told me that my blog posts have been too pushy, and that she was not here to fill my wish list, and that I needed to focus less on things I want her to do to me. After that, Mistress took a pair of panties that old cum stains in them. She poured some water into them and shoved them into my mouth so she didn't have to hear about what I wanted any longer. I could have easily pushed the panties out of my mouth, but after what I just endured I chose to leave them in.
So Mistress did an amazing job of stroking my cock and right as I got to the edge and told her I was about to cum, she would snap a rubber band or hit me in the balls or smack me with something else. It was back and forth, and I would go from amazing pleasure to excruciating pain. I wanted the pain to stop, but the pleasure was so good that I more than willing to endure the pain to keep the teasing going.
After about 45 minutes, Mistress decided it was her turn, so she unclipped my limbs so I could fuck her. She had me rinse out my mouth and come back to bed. When I got back to the bed I tried to go down on her, but she refused me that pleasure. I easily put my cock in Mistress but before I could give her an orgasm I had to stop so I wouldn't cum without permission. Mistress' expert teasing session had me perilously close to cumming. Mistress had me pull out so I could use my fingers to make her cum which she did quite easily once my finger rubbed across her G-spot. As soon as she would cum she would have me put my cock inside her.
As we did this, we talked. I told Mistress that I was surprised how much I am liking being dressed up around her. I confessed that I was enjoying it much more than I thought I would. I told her that for the first time in my life I could see myself doing this long term. She told me that she really likes me dressed and that she is planning on pushing me much further. She really likes how submissive I have become. When I am dressed up, I am less snarky, I have less male ego and machismo. I am more open to obeying. I don't really remember all the details but what I walked away with was that now that we are down this path, there is no turning back. I will continue to be more and more feminized. I will be more and more controlled. Chastity is likely to be full time. Not because she doesn't trust me, but because of the control it gives her and takes away from me.
As we talked, Mistress continued to have me alternate between fucking her with my cock and making me cum with her fingers. She asked me if I wanted to cum, and I assured her I didn't. She told me that if I did, I would be locked up in chastity first thing in the morning. I asked what if I didn't cum and she said, "same thing", so I was in a lose/lose situation. Mistress did assure me that she liked me to orgasm enough so that I remember how good it feels. I entered Mistress again and she talked about how she was going to cum all over my cock. I asked for permission to cum and she gave it to me. I quickly filled her with my cum while I gave her another orgasm. I mumbled about how she just won, making me so desperate that I couldn't stop myself. Even though I just came, my cock was still rock hard (thanks pharmaceutical industry!) so I continued to fuck Mistress. I had no fear of prgasming again. Mistress kept cumming and I kept pushing my cock inside of her. After a few minutes I couldn't go anymore. Mistress let me catch my breath before she told to do me what I hoped she wouldn't . She told me to lick my cum out of her pussy. As I put my face between her legs to eat my own cum, I felt so owned. I would do anything to be treated this was. My shame and disgust were quickly overcum by feelings of arousal and submissiveness. After I gave Mistress one more orgasm, she said she was done with me. I cleaned up the toys and the bedroom so we could finish our evening relaxing.
Yesterday I spent the day replaying Thursday nights events in my head. While our scene was intense and exciting, it was the communication that I was most excited about. The fact that Mistress isn't only indulging my feminization, but that she is going to push me deeper and deeper. To think that something I used to do a few times a year in a sexual context will now be a near full time part of my life, scares and excites me. Seeing Mistress become more and more confident about controlling me, hurting me and punishing me is a dream come true. I have spent almost 30 years of my adult life chasing this need of being controlled. I have had brushes with it in the past, but this is the most hopeful I have ever been. I think we will succeed this time because I have gotten out of my own head. I am devoted to Mistress and the process of her owning me. I will do my best to not pull back when things get intense and I believe Mistress will push me forward if I do try to pull back. Things are looking great.
Here is the aftermath of my beating. The bright red lines are from the rubber bands and the bruising from the large rubber stick. I love wearing the marks she gives me!!!
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