Oh, baby, let me take you on a journey through the explicit encounter I had with my disobedient sub. They couldn't resist testing my limits, and I was more than ready to show them the consequences of their actions.
As I entered the room, the air was thick with anticipation. The sub stood before me, eyes downcast, on their knees, knowing they had crossed a line. My voice dripped with authority as I commanded them to strip, revealing their naked vulnerability.
With a devilish grin, I picked up the paddles, each one promising a different level of intensity. I started with a gentle tap, building the anticipation. Their skin reddened with each strike, but it only fueled my desire for more. I reveled in the power I held over my cumrag, knowing that every flick of my wrist sent waves of pleasure coursing through their body.
But punishment wasn't enough to satiate my hunger. I craved their surrender, their complete obedience. I ordered them to open wide, and with firmness, I gagged them, rendering them unable to speak. Their muffled cries of pleasure only heightened the intensity of the moment, a symphony of desire echoing throughout the room.
In search of new heights, I introduced them to the world of watersports, exploring the taboo nature of urine play. The warm streams cascaded over their body, mingling with their moans of ecstasy. The sensation of being drenched in my golden shower pushed them deeper into subspace, their senses overwhelmed by the unapologetic indulgence in their most forbidden desires.
But we both craved more, a deeper connection, a more intimate union. With meticulous care, I prepared them for the ultimate act of penetration – fisting. Slowly, I stretched their eager opening, inch by inch, until they were fully impaled by my hand. Their body yielded to my touch, the sensation of being completely filled driving them to the brink of ecstasy. It was an act of absolute surrender, a testament to their complete trust in me.
And let's not forget about the intoxicating world of Findom. As their ultimate Dom, I asserted control over their finances, exploiting their submissive desires to serve and please me. They willingly opened their wallets, showering me with monetary tributes and gifts, fulfilling their desire to be financially dominated. The power exchange intensified, as their obedience extended beyond the physical realm and into the realm of their bank accounts.
Together, we danced on the edge of pleasure and pain, exploring the boundaries of our desires, both in the physical and financial realms. The room was filled with the sounds of slaps, moans, and the intoxicating scent of sex, while the allure of Findom added an extra layer of power dynamics to our encounter. It was an encounter that pushed the limits of our connection, leaving us both trembling in the aftermath of such intense pleasure.
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For some personal facts, i love reading, specially fantasy novels and more classic literature, i really enjoy horror too, specially cosmic and body horror. I also enjoy videogames and cooking, along with helping my local creature refuge and just interacting with creatures in general, ive been trying to befriend neighbouring magpies for example.
Now then, you might be asking yourself "yeah, thats fine, but why would i give you my money" and to that, my dear sub to be, i have an easy answer, It's not so much about the money silly, but more so the show of powerlessness you accept when submitting it, be it for a new coffee i want to try, ingredients for a recipee, pc parts, second hand books, sex toys, whatever i want to do with your sweet tips is mine to decide, but it will certainly be better than just sitting idle in your wallet. Also, i can be devilishly mischievous and charming in equal parts, silver tongued, if you will, so dont be shy, i do bite, but its only to mark you as mine :}
Jason just turned 45. He looked at the birthday cake his mates had bought him. No wife, and in a career he hated. What had he achieved in life so far? He thought to himself… All of his mates were married with kids. He’d spend his nights wanking, always feeling a sense of guilt after.
Most of his mates had left his house after a few birthday drinks, back to their own lives. His mate’s cousin Alex had cone along… Jason hadn’t spoken to him much all evening, but he’d overheard him say he was 27, and worked in IT. It was clear he worked out, he wasn’t particularly huge but was well toned. Jason definitely felt a bit of envy about his lean body.
About 5 minutes after everyone had left, Jason heard the door open.
“Alright mate, just forgot my wallet.” He heard Alex’s voice shout from the corridor.
Alex walked into the kitchen and Jason shyly said “oh did you? Oh yes must be this one?”
Jason picked up the wallet from the chair and passed it to him, nearly tripping over himself in the exchange.
“One too many lad?” Laughed Alex.
“I’m getting too old for this 💩” Jason replied.
“Too old to party?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Fucking hell man it’s your birthday you sound miserable as fuck… did you not have a nice time?”
Alex noticed Jason was looking at his arms and chest. He’d noticed Jason was doing this earlier when Alex was joking with the other lads.
“You checking me out bro?”
“What.. erm… what do you mean? No, checking you out?”
“Yeah man, looking at my chest and arms like you’re fixed on them…”
Jason’s face turned bright red, as he spluttered “No man I’m not… I’m not a…”
“A what?” Alex asked.
Jason’s eyes had moved to focusing on Alex’s feet.
Jason stuttered “A… you know… A faggot!”
Alex started laughing.
“You seem pretty focused on my feet now lad. You sure you’re not thinking dirty things?”
Jason panicked now. He didn’t know what to think or say. Had the thought crossed his mind? Was he feeling envy about this 27 year old’s body or was it something else?
Jason started to speak but couldn’t find the words, he could feel his face getting redder and his palms were sweating and shaking.
The smile had gone from Alex’s face now. He looked stern as he stepped in front of Jason.
“Why don’t you get on your knees bitch? and I’ll tell you how this is going to go.”
Jason still couldn’t make eye contact with Alex. He didn’t understand why, but his knees started to jerk, and before he knew it, he was kneeling in front of the 27 year old. Eyes still focused on his feet.
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Ownership is a term that so many of us use but so few of us actually understand its meaning.
I recently was talking to one of my fags about why he was important to me. He was feeling a bit down about his worth to me and if he was meeting my standards. First, I will say that this should be the mentality of all who serve. You should be thinking about whether or not you are meeting the standards required and if you can improve in your service. That being said, at this point I started thinking that sometimes findom and ownership get mixed in a way that can be unclear or difficult for a sub to understand and more importantly devote himself to.
I personally am a firm believer in bonding with my boys. I want to grow to care for them and have them obviously grow to care for me. I want to know about his life and how he is developing in it and I enjoy sharing my life with him. Keeping my sub safe, be it in the form of keeping this part of his life secret or just actual safety measures in his service are also important. This all leads to real trust and a true bond. I think that this bond, if nurtured well can create a relationship that is gratifying for both parties and can create very intense desire and need to serve from the sub.
While the findom aspect of things is hot and I enjoy it, I want their obedience to me to be about much more than that. Otherwise, what is the point? Granted I can use them for money and I will always do that very hard… but luckily, I am well off enough that finances are not a good enough reason to keep a sub. Granted, the findom aspect is a major turn on and useful both from the practical and enjoyment standpoints. Nothing is hotter than a good cashfucking, having that cashpussy open up for me is one of the hottest things and will never get old.
However, true ownership is when a sub can’t stop thinking about his owner. It is when he finds peace and balance in his life just knowing that his one true purpose is to make me happy. This level of devotion does not happen overnight and it takes time and work on both our parts to make it happen. However, once the sub knows his place and his happiness comes from knowing he has brought me pleasure, well then new worlds open up and he can embrace his life as my property without guilt or denial.
Often times, men are taught by the world that they need to be strong and dominant in their life to have any meaning. Yet, for many subs, this simply does not apply. Their meaning comes from devoting themselves to an Alpha and worshipping him in ways that the vanilla world would probably scoff at. However, the goal and accomplishment of leaving behind those arbitrarily taught norms and embracing the true nature of being a sub, can be liberating for someone who was born to serve. Helping a sub realize this and finally having him give himself permission to devote himself to me is so beautiful. Not only does it make my cock hard but also my heart melt. That moment when he finally gives himself to me without any restriction and knows that he belongs to me in every way, it is something truly magical.
Chapter 1: The Encounter
Darius stood at the edge of the crowded ballroom, sipping his champagne as he observed the swirl of activity around him. As a rising star in the corporate world, he was accustomed to these events, but tonight felt different. There was an energy in the air, a subtle tension that prickled his senses.
His eyes scanned the room, pausing on a man across the way. Tall and imposing, he commanded attention without effort. His dark hair was impeccably styled, his tailored suit exuding confidence and power. Intrigued, Darius couldn't tear his gaze away.
Their eyes met, and a jolt of electricity shot through him. He felt an unexpected flutter in his chest, a sensation he hadn't experienced in years. It was as if he could see right through him, stripping away the layers to reveal his deepest desires.
Embarrassed by his own reaction, Darius quickly averted his gaze, focusing on the elegant chandeliers overhead. But the memory of those piercing eyes lingered, igniting a spark of curiosity within him.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice when he approached until his voice cut through the hum of conversation like a knife.
"May I join you?"
Startled, Darius turned to find the mysterious stranger standing before him, his gaze intense yet inviting. He hesitated for a moment before nodding, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic presence.
As they exchanged pleasantries, he learned his name was Nathan. His confidence was palpable, his words measured yet captivating. Darius found himself drawn to him, unable to shake the feeling that their encounter was more than mere chance.
As the evening wore on, they continued to converse, their connection deepening with each passing moment. Nathan's charisma was intoxicating, his touch sending shivers down Darius’s spine.
Before he knew it, the night had slipped away, leaving Darius breathless and exhilarated. As he bid Nathan farewell, he couldn't shake the feeling that his life was about to change in ways he never imagined.
Little did he know, this encounter was only the beginning of a journey that would push him to the very limits of desire and obedience.
In the days that followed their chance meeting, Darius found himself unable to shake thoughts of Nathan from his mind. His presence lingered like a haunting melody, drawing Darius back to that electrifying moment in the ballroom.
It was a crisp autumn afternoon when a courier arrived at his office, delivering a sleek envelope with his name embossed in elegant script. Curious, he opened it to find an invitation to an exclusive event hosted by Nathan himself.
Heart racing, he read the details: an intimate gathering at his private residence, promising an evening of intrigue and indulgence.
Darius’s pulse quickened at the thought of seeing him again, of delving deeper into the enigma that was Nathan.
With a mix of excitement and trepidation, he accepted the invitation, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through his veins. Little did he know, this would mark the beginning of a journey that would challenge his perceptions of control and obedience in ways he never thought possible.
As the night of the event approached, Darius found himself consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. Part of him longed to explore the depths of desire that Nathan awakened within him, while another part hesitated, fearful of what lay beyond the threshold of his comfort zone.
But deep down, he knew that he couldn't resist the pull of the unknown, the magnetic allure of a man who promised to unlock the hidden depths of his soul.
With a determined resolve, Darius prepared himself for the evening ahead, steeling his nerves for whatever lay in store. Little did he know, the journey he was about to embark on would test him in ways he never thought possible, pushing him to the very limits of his desires and beyond.
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